I really think that I could help somebody roleplay better, while upholding the high standards of Roleplay Gateway.
Username: ArtFreakAngel
Roleplaying Exerience: I will have been with Roleplay Gateway a full year, in May.
Subject I want to Teach: Character Creation
Examples of Rping: Mine isn't really an example. I wrote it in a pm to the flyingmonkeychild when he was planning to start a Lord of the Rings thread.
Name: Glacyn(gla{as in glad}-sea-in)
Age: 500 years
Race: Elf
Height: 6 Feet
Weight: 130 Pounds
Appearence: Long, Straight, Ice Blonde Hair/Light Brown Eyes, Fair Skin
Attire: Navy Blue Tunic, Black Cloak, Black Boots, Very Dark Wrist Guards, "Circlet of Seasons"
Items: Silver Bow(obviously), Enchanted Pendant(Soothing Aroma Inside), Small Bronze Dagger
Home: Lothlòrien
Parents: Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadrial
Biography: As everyone knows, Lady Galadrial was given the Nenya, the Ring of Water. However, she did not use it, as she was aware of Sauron's power. Glacyn was the beloved son of Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadrial. The elves of Lothlòrien held much disdain at having to succumb to somebody so young. Despite this, Glacyn led a generally happy life. He made many exscursions out with his mother. She taught him love and well-being, while his father taught him courage, strength, and faithfulness to the law. He had always been faithful to them, except when it came to his mother's ring. It's obvious power had always bewildered him. He was fascinated, and yet disgusted.
One day, as he was walking among the living areas, he heard a man screaming. He pulled jout his dagger and ran towards the noise. When he got there, he saw a group of ominous looking elves standing over a corpse. Something was wrong with the men. One of them was clutching something sparkeling in his hands. The men seemed strange, changed somehow. Anyhow, he was about to run to his father, when they spotted him. The whole lot chased after them. They followed him out of Lothlòrien and into unknown territory. They finally split up, all going in different directions.
Glacyn hid behind a tree, following his father's slow-breathing technique, until one of them spotted him. The man chased after him, large sword in hand. Glacyn dived behind some underbrush, and took out his bow. He took aim at the man, and released. When he approached the man's body, he saw a glint, coming from his hand. From inside, he found a strange ring. It emanated with power, and Glacyn couldn't help but put it on. He felt dark, power-hungry even. His thoughts changed back to his mother's ring. He ran as fast as he could back to Lothlòrien.
When he arrived, still wearing the ring, arrows were launched in his direction. His father's voice startled him, "Begone evil one! You are not welcome here." Glacyn was about to speak up when another volley of arrows was launched at him, then more and more. He ran from Lothlòrien, dodging arrows left and right. When he was far away, he took off the ring. He felt feint, and light-headed. His eyes shut and he collapsed.
When he awoke, he was behind wooden bars. His bow was gone, but his dagger was still hidden. He took it out and broke through the thin bars. He spotted his bow up against the wall. He grabbed it, and ran toward an opening. Outside, he realized, he was much farther from home then he remembered.
What will make me a great professor?: Not only am I very well immersed in the English language, I love to manipulate it in ways that amaze others. I have written stories, songs, poems, and speechs.
That will be all. =)
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