Post by rain on Aug 7, 2010 23:21:30 GMT -5
Name: Rain
New or Old: New, just joined.
Experience: Can't remember exactly how many years I've been roleplaying, but at least four or five. I've been writing for a lot longer than that though. I'd say I'm around... intermediate level, maybe?
Why you: I'm active for the most part, and I give a fair warning in advance if I have to leave for a long time. I love roleplaying and always try to write a post of decent quality, even though my muse is (unfortunately) prone to running away. I'm also pretty obsessive and edit-happy when it comes to spelling and grammar and little details, even when I have to comb over Bulbapedia and Pokédex entries to make sure everything rubs well with canon. (You can be the judge of whether that's beneficial or not. xP)
RP Sample:
"The exact habitat of Lileep is unknown, but Root Fossils from which this Pokémon is resurrected from are found in the Hoenn and Sinnoh regions. Their original habitats-"
A large, pallid nose stuck itself in front of the page, blocking the rest of the sentence, and Kay sighed, pushing the nose gently away from his book. "Yes, Cubone?" he asked the bipedal creature hanging off the arm of the chair, even though he knew perfectly well what Cubone wanted.
With an excited growl now that he had gotten his trainer's attention, Cubone released his tiny hands from the wooden chair, landed with a solid thump onto the dusty gym floor, and ambled over to the corner of the room where a small pile of pebbles sat. Kay's gaze followed him with a slight air of disinterest; it was the seventh time that morning the childish Ground-type had "asked" him to play, and a quick glance at his watch told Kay that it was barely half past nine.
Nevertheless, he shut the hardcover volume in his lap - "The Rock-Type Encyclopedia" was plastered across the cover in bold letters - and then stood up with another sigh of resignation, throwing the book roughly onto the seat of his chair. Clearly, he wasn't going to get very far in his reading today; maybe he could try to sneak in a nice, uninterrupted session before bed that night.
Cubone was positively dancing with anticipation as Kay approached, one hand placed loosely on his hip and the other running exasperatedly through his long black hair. "Alright then, you little nuisance," he said, getting down on his knees and selecting a particularly large stone from the pile to place on the ground in front of him. Cubone immediately imitated him, his dark eyes shining earnestly from behind his ashen skull helmet, and they carried on like this as they had six times before. While Kay hadn't the faintest idea why Cubone found it fun to stack rocks of all things, he simply went with whatever silly games Cubone's young mind could conjur up because he hated to see his Pokémon upset. (That, coupled with the wailing, which had become insufferably irritating after about five seconds.)
However, the young gym leader seemed to forget that they were still in the gym, and hadn't counted on someone walking on them.
"Er... mister Maeda? What are you doing?"
It was the caretaker's voice, reverberating oddly throughout the empty space, and Kay's head instantly snapped up. The caretaker, a plump man with a head full of greying hair, was standing at the open doorway at the opposite end of the room, his disbelieving eyes sweeping over Kay, Cubone, and the pitiful stacks of pebbles in front of them. Evidently, the sight of Haven's quiet and serious leader acting so... silly was astonishing enough to root him to the spot.
Kay abruptly stood up, accidentally knocking over the pebbles in his haste. "No - nothing - uh, is something the matter?" he asked over Cubone's dismayed howls, quickly brushing off the caretaker's question. "Has a challenger arrived?" The caretaker nodded wordlessly in response, still gaping, and Kay bowed his head in an embarrassed attempt to hide his reddening cheeks. Hopefully this impending battle would be enough to get his mind off of the unfortunate incident. "Right, then... let's go," he mumbled to Cubone, who threw his demolished stack one last look of mourning before plodding after his trainer.
