Post by mademoiselleNatsha on Mar 12, 2004 17:00:24 GMT -5
To Whom the Application concerns to,
I have spoken with Kahlan Lothair aswell as accumulated information of - Celtic Ireland and its myths. And I come here to post basically a expatiated bonhomied post of little idea to you ..of rp skills I possessed and might be of interest of you.
I am mostly interested in being apart of the Grand Army of Ulster or perhaps the Council .. wherever and whatever you should decide upon.. that's if I am qualified.
I shall start off perhaps with an intro of my character and we shall see from here..
:: An eerie perdurable shrill is heard echoeing throughout. As the sound obsequiously starts to fade away. A slender cloaked figure slowly starts to come into auspicious view. Only her dark gelid, piercing, orbitals are seen as cantradistinction. Allowing herself to take a few more steps, she raises her left brachial, permitting her frail fingers to reach toward her visage. The tips of her digitals coiling around the soft, anodyne fabric covering her head. Gently pushing it off, as it cascades insensatly down to her shoulders. Her long, dark, brown hair flowing in the air, upon each of her graceful, plethora movements, following close behind in feather light motion against the back of her shoulder blades, as an obidient servant to its mistress.
The surrounding light repelling and flickering from the two Diamond jewels, that lay center of a silver tiara curled around her forhead. Dark, crimson lips glossened to match the shades of her eyes perfectly. Two long silver earings, embraced her earlobes. Her right hand now directed at the collarbone, twisting itself in the strings that connected the two sides of the cloak. Parting them only slightly, so that the cloak still lay rested upon her shoulders.
Permitting to espy a view of her attire... Around her neck hung a very rare pendent. In the shape of a butterfly cross over to a dragon, embossed in many fine jewels. Both of her wrist richely decorated in silver bands. - Moving now on to her attire, she was dressed in a paragoned torpid, silky-sheer cashmire dress. The dress modeling to the womans every slender and favorable curves. Fabric very much translucent, but highly elaborated in stitching.
A silver plated top, that elegantly, covered only her bussom, as the beeds poured superciliously down from it. Snug around her waist, hugged a lavish silver belt. A palm sized emerald, graced and cosset the center. Her movements held much comport poise, each of the steps that this woman desiredly took, vuloptiously, indomitably, allowed her hips to sway from side to side in a seductive motion, setting any common male creature into a facile trance. White, stileeto heel shoes, confluenced to her feet, brushing legerdemainly on the ground, the caveat clicks resulting from the contact.
that's mainly her intro for the application take it as how you will it...
:: The Perforce of a raging fight was evinced by voluble, ineluctable the enemy glared at the sorceress with a paladin smirk. Little did he know that the intractable woman was not the evince prey. Her orbitals traced the lineament of the enemy while her frail slender digitals slowly began to slither from her upper body down towards the back of her tigh where her fingers coiled upon a beckoned sword.
"Thee dare to challenge me? Witch!" came the harsh kyetch of her enemy " Thee ye know that victory shall be mine and thy life consumed?" continued the garrulous man as he faced the woman with eager desire. ..
A loud taunting chuckle was heard instantly, bursting out of the woman's moist lips for a minute before she too replied "Thy weakness has already been revealed"
grinned the woman's curled lips. "pity" mummbled the woman as she stood careless.
"Very well Wentch I'll make it quick" snarled the man acridly as he lunged at her with his dull sword aiming between the esophagus and the small intestine. The Woman than quickly exigently took a quick step to her right ,allowing the man to be caught of guard aswell as proclivity loose his balance "it takes more to throw in on everything than to evade" came the spiteful coment of the woman as she suddenly took a step forward ,twisting her right brachial with her fingers collied upon the sword'ss handle and instanly injects her enemy. Her Sword pierced through the plated armory, breaking into the pure flesh of his back. "Ah stooooooppp.. STOP.. stt.. meer" came the shrill of his voice "Be silent!" Cursed the woman at him and with another twist of her right bracial.. she sunked in the rest of her sword deeper towards his left .. where the tip of her blade bursted his pullsing heart.
"ahhhaha ha" echoeing ebullient laughter engulfed the area with a striking sensation of fear as she used the mucles upon her digitals to pull out the stained sword. "Ah I thank the for thy amusment" And with that soon vanished from the sight::
Alright I know that this is not much though perhaps it could show what I might have to offer.. because I certainly do better
I have spoken with Kahlan Lothair aswell as accumulated information of - Celtic Ireland and its myths. And I come here to post basically a expatiated bonhomied post of little idea to you ..of rp skills I possessed and might be of interest of you.
I am mostly interested in being apart of the Grand Army of Ulster or perhaps the Council .. wherever and whatever you should decide upon.. that's if I am qualified.
I shall start off perhaps with an intro of my character and we shall see from here..
:: An eerie perdurable shrill is heard echoeing throughout. As the sound obsequiously starts to fade away. A slender cloaked figure slowly starts to come into auspicious view. Only her dark gelid, piercing, orbitals are seen as cantradistinction. Allowing herself to take a few more steps, she raises her left brachial, permitting her frail fingers to reach toward her visage. The tips of her digitals coiling around the soft, anodyne fabric covering her head. Gently pushing it off, as it cascades insensatly down to her shoulders. Her long, dark, brown hair flowing in the air, upon each of her graceful, plethora movements, following close behind in feather light motion against the back of her shoulder blades, as an obidient servant to its mistress.
The surrounding light repelling and flickering from the two Diamond jewels, that lay center of a silver tiara curled around her forhead. Dark, crimson lips glossened to match the shades of her eyes perfectly. Two long silver earings, embraced her earlobes. Her right hand now directed at the collarbone, twisting itself in the strings that connected the two sides of the cloak. Parting them only slightly, so that the cloak still lay rested upon her shoulders.
Permitting to espy a view of her attire... Around her neck hung a very rare pendent. In the shape of a butterfly cross over to a dragon, embossed in many fine jewels. Both of her wrist richely decorated in silver bands. - Moving now on to her attire, she was dressed in a paragoned torpid, silky-sheer cashmire dress. The dress modeling to the womans every slender and favorable curves. Fabric very much translucent, but highly elaborated in stitching.
A silver plated top, that elegantly, covered only her bussom, as the beeds poured superciliously down from it. Snug around her waist, hugged a lavish silver belt. A palm sized emerald, graced and cosset the center. Her movements held much comport poise, each of the steps that this woman desiredly took, vuloptiously, indomitably, allowed her hips to sway from side to side in a seductive motion, setting any common male creature into a facile trance. White, stileeto heel shoes, confluenced to her feet, brushing legerdemainly on the ground, the caveat clicks resulting from the contact.
that's mainly her intro for the application take it as how you will it...
:: The Perforce of a raging fight was evinced by voluble, ineluctable the enemy glared at the sorceress with a paladin smirk. Little did he know that the intractable woman was not the evince prey. Her orbitals traced the lineament of the enemy while her frail slender digitals slowly began to slither from her upper body down towards the back of her tigh where her fingers coiled upon a beckoned sword.
"Thee dare to challenge me? Witch!" came the harsh kyetch of her enemy " Thee ye know that victory shall be mine and thy life consumed?" continued the garrulous man as he faced the woman with eager desire. ..
A loud taunting chuckle was heard instantly, bursting out of the woman's moist lips for a minute before she too replied "Thy weakness has already been revealed"
grinned the woman's curled lips. "pity" mummbled the woman as she stood careless.
"Very well Wentch I'll make it quick" snarled the man acridly as he lunged at her with his dull sword aiming between the esophagus and the small intestine. The Woman than quickly exigently took a quick step to her right ,allowing the man to be caught of guard aswell as proclivity loose his balance "it takes more to throw in on everything than to evade" came the spiteful coment of the woman as she suddenly took a step forward ,twisting her right brachial with her fingers collied upon the sword'ss handle and instanly injects her enemy. Her Sword pierced through the plated armory, breaking into the pure flesh of his back. "Ah stooooooppp.. STOP.. stt.. meer" came the shrill of his voice "Be silent!" Cursed the woman at him and with another twist of her right bracial.. she sunked in the rest of her sword deeper towards his left .. where the tip of her blade bursted his pullsing heart.
"ahhhaha ha" echoeing ebullient laughter engulfed the area with a striking sensation of fear as she used the mucles upon her digitals to pull out the stained sword. "Ah I thank the for thy amusment" And with that soon vanished from the sight::
Alright I know that this is not much though perhaps it could show what I might have to offer.. because I certainly do better
