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by Cass on Fri May 23, 2008 7:29 pm
My name is Cass and I've been roleplaying online for about five years. My last roleplay home was ayenee.com and I was quite involved there, once upon a time.
I've been a little sidetracked with life and WoW, but am coming back to my roots. I role-play almost any genre. I have particular interest in the Warhammer 40k roleplay here. I play Sisters of Battle, one character in particular and her unit. Here is a sample of my SoB work:
Those slippery words from the pit of the unholy caressed the ears of Sister Berrans even as her body was drawn into his arms as if she had been a long lost lover. The shudder of pain which enveloped the lead Sister could be marked only by the crimson sheen which stained the weapon even as the front plates of her own armor came to rest against his own. Gasping breath of denial would be given, that left shoulder spliced in two and arm dangling even as they were shifted and the very foundations of the monastery began to come down around them. And dangling there like a puppet she would be as he instructed the troops to disperse and the entries of her own squads were blocked.
The Cannoness twitched against him, run clean through with that sword of archaic make and yet even in this death there was a will that defied the Sorceror. That free arm had all but dropped the pistol, hanging down against her side even as the attention of this evil one rested upon her, but this surely was not the end. Her face would contort amidst the sweetest pain that she could have ever imagine, the knowledge that each droplet of blood staining the sword of this vile one would mark him and his kind all the more as a target for the armies who would avenge a fallen warrior of the Emperor, that martyr stained blood pooling around their feet even as gasping words came. “For.. the.. Emperor.”
And with the last of those words so would come perhaps an almost unthought of thing, for in truth her mind had been focused upon those sisters outside the walls, as if she were trying to reach them just one last time… to allow them somehow to know that to die for the Emperor was an honor, and that she herself had died not only for his glory but for her fellow sisters. The clip of a grenade would be removed as that head lolled forth, those words signaling perhaps the end of an age, and the death of one whom they had all held dear.
I will be taking a look at the other story platforms as well to see if anything strikes a chord. What I am looking for in a roleplay forum is a group of mature writers who don't thrive on ooc drama or make silly assumptions and auto me in character without my permission. There is a certain give and take to real roleplay, that is what I enjoy.
Cass
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