Post by Black Cat on Nov 18, 2006 19:20:08 GMT -5
Name:J.
Age:18
Genres:
-Vampire/werewolves etc.
-Medieval (Anything)
-Victorian Era
-Pirates
-Gifted (Anything)
-Future
-Sci-fi
I do a lot of others, I just can't think of them at the moment.
Experience:A few years, three or four.
Sample:(Resident Evil)
There was a multiple number of gun shots from somewhere nearby, one shot after the other, echoing through the air, vibrating it almost. A young man stood, shooting furiously at the oncoming mutants, his gun barrel flashing momentarily before the bullet penetrated into the zombie, but it didn't stop.
Sure, he was new, he had just came here, and found himself soon trying to be mauled by a number of these, these things.
He didn't know how to stop them, he had tried everything, he didn't know the simple solution was to stop the brain activity somehow. He hadn't really thought about it, he didn't really have time to.
He was good with a gun, and basically any weapon, but this was different, these weren't regular humans he realized, these weren't regular animals.
So there he stood, both arms clasped around the handle of his pistol, shooting one bullet after the other, sweat glistening across his face, more from panic now then anything else.
He was running out of ammo and he hadn't come close to stopping the things.
His brown eyes were locked on the nearest zombie who was slowly making it's way towards him before it was jerker back by an invisible force of the speeding bullet.
His red shirt was now in shreds, and he had the thought of just taking it off all together, it only weighed him down right now, his black jeans had a few cuts and holes, but were in better condition then his shirt, and his black and white sneakers in even better condition.
He was not completely unscathed, all across his torso there were cuts, bruises, and gashes, not from zombies, from other humans who thought he was a zombie.
He didn't look like a zombie, but this was a time of panic, and the people needed someone to blame, why not him?
He slowly back up, stumbling a few times, still shooting, before he cursed under his breath as the empty click filled the barrel of the gun, and he through the whole gun at the zombie, before turning, and sprinting off.
He stumbled a few more times before he dodged into the alley, not noticing that there was someone in there already, and he didn't give a damn right now either.
He leaned back against the brick and slowly slid down, eyes locked on the opposite wall, and he fell into a sitting position, legs outstretched infront of him, why was he here again? Under cover or something for the Secret Service. He was supposed to be learning what was happening here, and he found out. He wanted to leave, he wanted to go back home to Luxembourg, he wasn't meant to be here in, in where ever it is he's in.
His dark brown short hair glistened with sweat as he sat there, almost looking like a dead body himself if it weren't for the soft rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.
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Roselyn: I haven't a complete understanding of Resident Evil.
However, I loved your roleplaying technique. =)
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Age:18
Genres:
-Vampire/werewolves etc.
-Medieval (Anything)
-Victorian Era
-Pirates
-Gifted (Anything)
-Future
-Sci-fi
I do a lot of others, I just can't think of them at the moment.
Experience:A few years, three or four.
Sample:(Resident Evil)
There was a multiple number of gun shots from somewhere nearby, one shot after the other, echoing through the air, vibrating it almost. A young man stood, shooting furiously at the oncoming mutants, his gun barrel flashing momentarily before the bullet penetrated into the zombie, but it didn't stop.
Sure, he was new, he had just came here, and found himself soon trying to be mauled by a number of these, these things.
He didn't know how to stop them, he had tried everything, he didn't know the simple solution was to stop the brain activity somehow. He hadn't really thought about it, he didn't really have time to.
He was good with a gun, and basically any weapon, but this was different, these weren't regular humans he realized, these weren't regular animals.
So there he stood, both arms clasped around the handle of his pistol, shooting one bullet after the other, sweat glistening across his face, more from panic now then anything else.
He was running out of ammo and he hadn't come close to stopping the things.
His brown eyes were locked on the nearest zombie who was slowly making it's way towards him before it was jerker back by an invisible force of the speeding bullet.
His red shirt was now in shreds, and he had the thought of just taking it off all together, it only weighed him down right now, his black jeans had a few cuts and holes, but were in better condition then his shirt, and his black and white sneakers in even better condition.
He was not completely unscathed, all across his torso there were cuts, bruises, and gashes, not from zombies, from other humans who thought he was a zombie.
He didn't look like a zombie, but this was a time of panic, and the people needed someone to blame, why not him?
He slowly back up, stumbling a few times, still shooting, before he cursed under his breath as the empty click filled the barrel of the gun, and he through the whole gun at the zombie, before turning, and sprinting off.
He stumbled a few more times before he dodged into the alley, not noticing that there was someone in there already, and he didn't give a damn right now either.
He leaned back against the brick and slowly slid down, eyes locked on the opposite wall, and he fell into a sitting position, legs outstretched infront of him, why was he here again? Under cover or something for the Secret Service. He was supposed to be learning what was happening here, and he found out. He wanted to leave, he wanted to go back home to Luxembourg, he wasn't meant to be here in, in where ever it is he's in.
His dark brown short hair glistened with sweat as he sat there, almost looking like a dead body himself if it weren't for the soft rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.
Accepted!
Roselyn: I haven't a complete understanding of Resident Evil.
However, I loved your roleplaying technique. =)
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