Why the hell do you want to play here? Cause this shit sounds like da bomb.as long as you know, sounding like bombs is a good thing. which i suppose is kinda weird on balance. bombs are bad. expressions. ugh.
What other roleplays have you been a part of? a few ill fated one off D and D's, but nothing this cool.
What character do you want to throw into this nonsensical garbage? Bigby Wolf from Fables/Wolf Among Us
Have you ever roleplayed them before? If so, post some links. If not, write some stuff about them. I have not.
Bigby is a Wolf (The big bad wolf, in fact, hence the pseudonym Big B. Wolf) who is currently in human form hiding amongst the people of new york after the fairy tale world was destroyed. he is trying to atone for the sins of his past by being the sheriff of the other "Fables" who travelled with him to earth, but he often resorts to violence and or alcohol and isn't quite fully in control of himself. when angered or threatened he begins to lose his human form and can eventually abandon it altogether,though he often regrets doing so and has very little self restraint in this form meaning it's entirely possible for him to kill those that are near to him regardless of who they are or their importance to his investigations.
He's your classic Rogue with a Heart of Gold, with just a splash of Film Noir detective in there. He's basically Han Solo meets Philip Marlowe meets werewolf hulk. (< best sentence ever right there)
Last but not least, give us your character's standard "holy shit, I woke up in a mysterious world for no apparent reason! What the shit is going on!?" intro post.
couldn't go for completely generic, so this is a medieval world :)sorry if it's a bit long. I like to go into detail.
[Bigby wakes slowly, with a long and low pitched groan. or at least it would be if his throat wasn't so ragged. it comes out as more of a whiny growl instead. His eyes stay firmly shut but sensation begins gradually to return to his extremities. his fingers are dangling in mid air next to his knees and his head is slumped on a wooden surface.]
Damn it. must have fallen asleep at my desk. wouldn't be the first time, wont be the last... my throat is fucking killing me. two and two together makes scotch. Lots of scotch. what time is it? actually, fuck it. too damn early is what time it is. I'm going back to sleep. I'm sure they can go one day without murdering each other.
but something doesn't quite feel right. my desk is made of cheap laminated ply, but this feels like rougher wood. this is not my desk. the seat feels harder than normal too. This can't be good.
"The Hell?"
[He opens his eyes and is blinded by the sunlight streaming through the window. when his eyes adjust, he glances around at his unfamiliar surroundings. he is slumped on an oaken bench in what appears to be a medieval tavern. the floor is strewn with bodies and scattered weapons.]
"Holy Fuck. Something tells me this isn't just a renaissance fair. I'm never drinking scotch again... If only I had a nickel for every time I've said that..."
[At this point five soldiers come charging in through the door and surround Bigby, who is yet to leave his seat]
"Ok Fellas. I know how this must look. just point me in the direction of a cab and I'll be out of your hair"
[ One of the soldiers charges at bigby with a sword. Bigby reaches instinctively for an empty glass and in one movement stands up, sending the table flying into three of the soldiers, dodges the first soldiers attack and smashes him across the head with the glass. He clicks his neck, and straightens his tie before turning to the final soldier standing gingerly in the doorway]
- You failed to complete the application. - Your characterization was off. - You don't have a good grip on the character's voice. - TL;DR or pretentious crap happened - The mods just don't like you.
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Date: 2014-04-19 11:53 pm (UTC)A friend of Tegs :)
Why the hell do you want to play here?
Cause this shit sounds like da bomb.as long as you know, sounding like bombs is a good thing. which i suppose is kinda weird on balance. bombs are bad. expressions. ugh.
What other roleplays have you been a part of?
a few ill fated one off D and D's, but nothing this cool.
What character do you want to throw into this nonsensical garbage?
Bigby Wolf from Fables/Wolf Among Us
Have you ever roleplayed them before? If so, post some links. If not, write some stuff about them.
I have not.
Bigby is a Wolf (The big bad wolf, in fact, hence the pseudonym Big B. Wolf) who is currently in human form hiding amongst the people of new york after the fairy tale world was destroyed. he is trying to atone for the sins of his past by being the sheriff of the other "Fables" who travelled with him to earth, but he often resorts to violence and or alcohol and isn't quite fully in control of himself. when angered or threatened he begins to lose his human form and can eventually abandon it altogether,though he often regrets doing so and has very little self restraint in this form meaning it's entirely possible for him to kill those that are near to him regardless of who they are or their importance to his investigations.
He's your classic Rogue with a Heart of Gold, with just a splash of Film Noir detective in there. He's basically Han Solo meets Philip Marlowe meets werewolf hulk. (< best sentence ever right there)
Last but not least, give us your character's standard "holy shit, I woke up in a mysterious world for no apparent reason! What the shit is going on!?" intro post.
couldn't go for completely generic, so this is a medieval world :)sorry if it's a bit long. I like to go into detail.
[Bigby wakes slowly, with a long and low pitched groan. or at least it would be if his throat wasn't so ragged. it comes out as more of a whiny growl instead. His eyes stay firmly shut but sensation begins gradually to return to his extremities. his fingers are dangling in mid air next to his knees and his head is slumped on a wooden surface.]
Damn it. must have fallen asleep at my desk. wouldn't be the first time, wont be the last... my throat is fucking killing me. two and two together makes scotch. Lots of scotch. what time is it? actually, fuck it. too damn early is what time it is. I'm going back to sleep. I'm sure they can go one day without murdering each other.
but something doesn't quite feel right. my desk is made of cheap laminated ply, but this feels like rougher wood. this is not my desk. the seat feels harder than normal too. This can't be good.
"The Hell?"
[He opens his eyes and is blinded by the sunlight streaming through the window. when his eyes adjust, he glances around at his unfamiliar surroundings. he is slumped on an oaken bench in what appears to be a medieval tavern. the floor is strewn with bodies and scattered weapons.]
"Holy Fuck. Something tells me this isn't just a renaissance fair. I'm never drinking scotch again... If only I had a nickel for every time I've said that..."
[At this point five soldiers come charging in through the door and surround Bigby, who is yet to leave his seat]
"Ok Fellas. I know how this must look. just point me in the direction of a cab and I'll be out of your hair"
[ One of the soldiers charges at bigby with a sword. Bigby reaches instinctively for an empty glass and in one movement stands up, sending the table flying into three of the soldiers, dodges the first soldiers attack and smashes him across the head with the glass. He clicks his neck, and straightens his tie before turning to the final soldier standing gingerly in the doorway]
"Now the fun REAALLLLLY begins..."
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Date: 2014-04-21 12:09 am (UTC)For one or more of the following reasons:
- You failed to complete the application.
- Your characterization was off.
- You don't have a good grip on the character's voice.
- TL;DR or pretentious crap happened
- The mods just don't like you.
Thank you and have a nice day somewhere else.