Post by Ryan on Nov 18, 2006 12:18:24 GMT -5
Okay so I love the brackets. Don't hate me'friends.
Name: You can call me Ryan.
Age: Sweet sixteen pumperkins.
Genres: All kinds. It depends on my mood.
The genres I can think of off the top of my head:
-> Masquerade (-love-)
-> Medieval stuff (sometimes)
-> Neighborhood
-> Wolf
-> Horse (depends)
-> Highschool (usually of the arts)
-> Gifted boarding school
Experience: Um.... four years I think.
Sample:
Alright.
So I have two different Masquerade intros. I'll use a new one I made. This new one is....erm.....eleven posts long and the other is seventeen. But, because for some reason I favor the eleven post one, I'll use it.
Colors of pink, blue and purple swirled in the sky like a painting as the sun slowly lowered beyond England's rolling hills. Darkness had soon overcome the bright, joyous land, stars and moon the only light seen for miles and miles to come among the mountains...but if you traveled enough miles you'd come across a light. Maybe it was more than one, however many there were, they bound together.
It was bright, and if you followed it to it's beginning point, you'd find a large mansion like estate. Peering through the large glass windows you'd see people rushing around carrying items. Some even seemed to be...oh were they decorating? How nice.
Inside this big estate servants and maids ran about, cleaning up, decorating and preparing for the night to come.
The night to come?
What is to come?
Why a Masquerade Ball o'course.
Up a grand staircase and down the hall, then a sharp right could take you to a shut door. This door so happenly was the door to the Queen and King's room. The room where even more women prepared the royalty for their ball. A ball being held as a celebration for their first born child, a beautiful baby girl.
Only the best of the best had been invited, and soon they were to arrive. Final preparations were sending the Queen into a spasm, so lightly yells and outbursts could be heard from outside the door.
Unable to stand her worry-screeches, a servant had the band begin to play, making another excuse for their early beginning.
The wheel bounced the carriage around on the dirt as the horses with their gallant manes and tails pulled the carriage with all its strength up to a estate. The man outside the cart cracked a whip constantly over their heads to make sure their movement was smooth and quick.
Inside were 2 women and 2 men. It was obvious the older of each gender were married, as fine jewels were embedded into the rings they wore on their ring fingers, but the younger two of each gender looked alike and one older than the other. If you studied closely you'd see they were a family. A father, mother, a son and the youngest of them all, a daughter.
The daughter was quite young too, but fit to be married. She had not too long ago reached her mid-twenties. And although her body seemed younger, her mind was older. This you could only tell when you spoke with her.
Brown wavy curls were held away by a silky pink ribbon, but smaller hairs fell into her face, shaping its heart shape. Blue eyes wore long, dark lashes, and nose and rosy cheeks invited freckles over to play. Pink lips curved into a smile, as dainty hands pulled a small pink mask to her face.
Like the ribbon in her hair and the mask on her face, her dress was a dainty pink with a light gold lining. Her dress swooped down to the beginning of her chest and had pink tight fabric. Every stitch made was overridden by a gold lacey fabric. A triangle (vertex pointing to the floor) was in the middle of her front and was made of a ruffled white material. Her sleeves covered 1/4 of her arm, then had lace layered underneath. At her waist, her dress spread out to the floor.
She sparkled with beauty and grace and her brother took her arm. He too had quite the dashing look. Brown hair was pulled from his face into a small ponytail from a small piece of ribbon. Blue eyes, were also big and wide like his sister's, but his eyelashes weren't so long and dark. Jonathan enjoyed the latest style. So, he of course, wore it to the masquerading event.
He slipped on his mask as the porter announced their title along with their parents titles. When finally eyes were off them, the young lady slipped from her brother's grasp, obviously not too fond of her brother.
How beautiful the night seemed as she knew it would slip from her grasp. She prepared herself for a night to remember, hoping for only the best.
-Done-
Accepted!
Roselyn: Very nice sample. I love the description.
The brother and sister are cute. =)
The girl seems quite an optimistic character.
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