Post by Lesli on Nov 6, 2011 19:38:29 GMT -8
I hope I'm supposed to write the date in the subject. I'm also hoping that I was supposed to make an account to post this, and I wasn't supposed to use some guest account....I'm so incompetent...
Name & Contact Infomation: The name is Lesli
carmen.lesli@yahoo.com
I’m never on IM, so don’t bother, but if you want to send me hate mail, that’s where to send it.
Age: As I write this, I am 16. Tomorrow is my birthday, so I’ll be 17.
Yeah…. happy birthday to me.
Activeness & Timezone: I am very active.
I live in the Pacific Time Zone — UTC-8
Tell us a bit about yourself: I… love cats.
That’s all I feel like I should have to say, but I’ll humor you (speaking of humor, I’m taking a test on the bones of the arm tomorrow :C ).
I do not like any anime. Actually, that’s not true. Being a potential art major, I can appreciate the artistry in anime, but that’s it. End of story. Hope I haven’t offended anyone already…
I watch Star Trek, America’s Next Top Model, and Masterpiece Mystery.
I read pulp fantasy, B-grade science fiction, and history books. I know more about history than most people should.
I have a pet cat. Her name is Sophie.
I also have six guinea pigs.
Je parle Français un peu.
I hate writing about myself.
Graphics & Coding: I can do precious little coding. Honestly.
Role Play Sample:
I wrote this, like, a year ago. It was the only thing I could find, and I’m too lazy to write anything right now. I tried to shorten it. AND it's a totally different genre, but again, I didn't feel like writing anything. Hah. Sorry.
anyway....
“Hello, there,” Alöufin called. The woman grunted a reply and pulled the reins to a stop. On the side of the wagon, he could see the name “Madame Maple” painted on with garish pain
t.
“So you want yur fortune told, do you, laddie?” she asked. Her voice reminded Alöufin of a magpie’s. “You’ve a come to righ’ woman, tha’s fur sure. I’ll read yur palm, tea leaves and cards, fur a price tha’ is. No point doin’ things fur free these days. Ev’n if it’s somethin’ you love. Now, do you want yur fortune told or not? Be quick abou’ it. I don’ hav all day, do I?”
Alöufin nodded, even though he knew he shouldn’t. He was led into the mystic’s humble wagon, a dark dusty din, and sat down on a well worn cushion facing Madame Maple. His hood was still kept up.
She brewed a cup of tea and handed the grimy cup to Alöufin. “Drink,” she grunted. He did so, and handed the cup back to Madame Maple once he was done. She took it and, closing her eyes, chanted:
<i> “Tea leafs, tea leafs, what could it be?
Look inside the teacup and tell me what you see.
An adder, an acorn, a bear or a shrew,
Each one tells a story of what’s in store for you.
The stars, the moon, a dragon or a deer.
Either fills you up with wisdom, or pulls you down with fear.”
Madame Maple looked in the teacup and made a few knowing clicks with her tongue and furrowed her sparse eyebrows.
“A rabbit, you need to be brave. A mountain… yes… great troubles— many difficulties.” She looked up and then, clicking her tongue, turned her attention back to the cup, “A sword. An’, ah! A spoon! Very interestin’ indeed. Ye be wary of stangers, or tha’s what the leaves are a sayin’. An’ they never lie. Oh, no.”
She motioned for Alöufin to give her his hand. “Wa’s your name, laddie?” she asked, examining his palm.
“A—“he had to catch himself. “Archibald,” he lied.
“Hmmm…” she didn’t look up. Finally she said, “Your life line is decent. So’s your Sun an’ heart line. Pretty average, they are. But your fate line, tha’s where thing get interestin’. You’ve got a life ahead of you yet, Archibald, my boy. A life ahead of you yet.” Her voice trailed off in a dreamy fashion, like a long lost memory was stirred inside her.
Alöufin stood. “It’s getting late and I’ll be missed. Here,” He took a few coins out of his cloak pocket. He knew that the amount of coin he just handed her was more than Madame Maple usually made in a month, but he didn’t care. Better to be overly generous than greedy, he thought.
He nodded at Madame Maple, who was still marveling at the shiny coins in her hands, and left. <br><br>
On his walk back to his home, Alöufin mused about what the fortune teller had told him. It was still rather vague, he thought (and added to his skepticism), but what if it was real? What if he, a young elf, was able—destined—to do something to save Terra? He was elated by the thought, and nurtured the feeling that had just sprouted in his heart.
Name & Contact Infomation: The name is Lesli
carmen.lesli@yahoo.com
I’m never on IM, so don’t bother, but if you want to send me hate mail, that’s where to send it.
Age: As I write this, I am 16. Tomorrow is my birthday, so I’ll be 17.
Yeah…. happy birthday to me.
Activeness & Timezone: I am very active.
I live in the Pacific Time Zone — UTC-8
Tell us a bit about yourself: I… love cats.
That’s all I feel like I should have to say, but I’ll humor you (speaking of humor, I’m taking a test on the bones of the arm tomorrow :C ).
I do not like any anime. Actually, that’s not true. Being a potential art major, I can appreciate the artistry in anime, but that’s it. End of story. Hope I haven’t offended anyone already…
I watch Star Trek, America’s Next Top Model, and Masterpiece Mystery.
I read pulp fantasy, B-grade science fiction, and history books. I know more about history than most people should.
I have a pet cat. Her name is Sophie.
I also have six guinea pigs.
Je parle Français un peu.
I hate writing about myself.
Graphics & Coding: I can do precious little coding. Honestly.
Role Play Sample:
I wrote this, like, a year ago. It was the only thing I could find, and I’m too lazy to write anything right now. I tried to shorten it. AND it's a totally different genre, but again, I didn't feel like writing anything. Hah. Sorry.
anyway....
“Hello, there,” Alöufin called. The woman grunted a reply and pulled the reins to a stop. On the side of the wagon, he could see the name “Madame Maple” painted on with garish pain
t.
“So you want yur fortune told, do you, laddie?” she asked. Her voice reminded Alöufin of a magpie’s. “You’ve a come to righ’ woman, tha’s fur sure. I’ll read yur palm, tea leaves and cards, fur a price tha’ is. No point doin’ things fur free these days. Ev’n if it’s somethin’ you love. Now, do you want yur fortune told or not? Be quick abou’ it. I don’ hav all day, do I?”
Alöufin nodded, even though he knew he shouldn’t. He was led into the mystic’s humble wagon, a dark dusty din, and sat down on a well worn cushion facing Madame Maple. His hood was still kept up.
She brewed a cup of tea and handed the grimy cup to Alöufin. “Drink,” she grunted. He did so, and handed the cup back to Madame Maple once he was done. She took it and, closing her eyes, chanted:
<i> “Tea leafs, tea leafs, what could it be?
Look inside the teacup and tell me what you see.
An adder, an acorn, a bear or a shrew,
Each one tells a story of what’s in store for you.
The stars, the moon, a dragon or a deer.
Either fills you up with wisdom, or pulls you down with fear.”
Madame Maple looked in the teacup and made a few knowing clicks with her tongue and furrowed her sparse eyebrows.
“A rabbit, you need to be brave. A mountain… yes… great troubles— many difficulties.” She looked up and then, clicking her tongue, turned her attention back to the cup, “A sword. An’, ah! A spoon! Very interestin’ indeed. Ye be wary of stangers, or tha’s what the leaves are a sayin’. An’ they never lie. Oh, no.”
She motioned for Alöufin to give her his hand. “Wa’s your name, laddie?” she asked, examining his palm.
“A—“he had to catch himself. “Archibald,” he lied.
“Hmmm…” she didn’t look up. Finally she said, “Your life line is decent. So’s your Sun an’ heart line. Pretty average, they are. But your fate line, tha’s where thing get interestin’. You’ve got a life ahead of you yet, Archibald, my boy. A life ahead of you yet.” Her voice trailed off in a dreamy fashion, like a long lost memory was stirred inside her.
Alöufin stood. “It’s getting late and I’ll be missed. Here,” He took a few coins out of his cloak pocket. He knew that the amount of coin he just handed her was more than Madame Maple usually made in a month, but he didn’t care. Better to be overly generous than greedy, he thought.
He nodded at Madame Maple, who was still marveling at the shiny coins in her hands, and left. <br><br>
On his walk back to his home, Alöufin mused about what the fortune teller had told him. It was still rather vague, he thought (and added to his skepticism), but what if it was real? What if he, a young elf, was able—destined—to do something to save Terra? He was elated by the thought, and nurtured the feeling that had just sprouted in his heart.
