Post by Julian Morak on Aug 28, 2014 9:56:17 GMT
Character’s Name: -
Julian Edward Morak (mostly referred to as "Julian Morak")
OOC Alias: -
Skyrthe
Other Characters: -
(N/A) I'm new here. Pleased to meet you. ^-^
Past Role-play Experience: -
A few other sites, mainly wolf roleplays, although I have done some Doctor Who OC roleplaying on a (now) deceased forum. I have been roleplaying for... I think it has been about three years? Probably a year before that aswell, but I was so young it isn't worth counting.
Role-play Sample: - Most of my posts are in now deceased sites =/ I hope this one is good enough (it is from a werewolf roleplay site, if you were wondering):
As Luke lay under the clouds, a mere dot on a beautifully smooth-cut landscape of great oak trees and saplings, of rock clusters and tufts of perfectly green grass, he could almost feel himself turning, turning with the surface of the Earth. With his arms gently outstretched he felt weightless, the light gusts of wind pushing his hair back onto the ground behind him.
After a while Luke sighed and slowly but surely he lifted himself off the ground and clambered up onto a nearby rock. Once upon the rock he had a clear view of the cave in front of him. His cave. The healer's cave.
It still made him giddy. It had only been a few months since he turned sixteen and this cave was given to him. He had already filled it to the brim with herbs and materials he had gathered from the surrounding area. He was just about to start work on the garden, he had a bunch of seeds to plant and not a lot of time to do it before the season was over.
Luke had made the decision yesterday evening that today would be the day he planted the herbs. He had made some very significant preparations the previous evening (gathering fertile soil and fertilisers to ensure the best crop was produced from each harvest) as well as craft himself a rather professional-looking hoe with which to lay down the seeds.
So now all that was left was the actual planting.
Luke rose from the rock he was sitting on, steadying himself from his time on the ground and the sudden rush of blood from his head. He then strode forwards towards the designated patch of upturned dirt he was going to work with and picked up his hoe and seeds. Carefully he leant down and dug a small hole in the ground with his hands, placing a thyme seed into the dirt before covering it up with the hoe.
Outstretching his back once more he looked up towards the sky, the sun was still fairly low-lying in the sea of icy blue-white clouds above him. He had plenty of time to work on the herb garden as well as finish the production of his new woollen jumper, ready for the winter.
Julian Edward Morak (mostly referred to as "Julian Morak")
OOC Alias: -
Skyrthe
Other Characters: -
(N/A) I'm new here. Pleased to meet you. ^-^
Past Role-play Experience: -
A few other sites, mainly wolf roleplays, although I have done some Doctor Who OC roleplaying on a (now) deceased forum. I have been roleplaying for... I think it has been about three years? Probably a year before that aswell, but I was so young it isn't worth counting.
Role-play Sample: - Most of my posts are in now deceased sites =/ I hope this one is good enough (it is from a werewolf roleplay site, if you were wondering):
As Luke lay under the clouds, a mere dot on a beautifully smooth-cut landscape of great oak trees and saplings, of rock clusters and tufts of perfectly green grass, he could almost feel himself turning, turning with the surface of the Earth. With his arms gently outstretched he felt weightless, the light gusts of wind pushing his hair back onto the ground behind him.
After a while Luke sighed and slowly but surely he lifted himself off the ground and clambered up onto a nearby rock. Once upon the rock he had a clear view of the cave in front of him. His cave. The healer's cave.
It still made him giddy. It had only been a few months since he turned sixteen and this cave was given to him. He had already filled it to the brim with herbs and materials he had gathered from the surrounding area. He was just about to start work on the garden, he had a bunch of seeds to plant and not a lot of time to do it before the season was over.
Luke had made the decision yesterday evening that today would be the day he planted the herbs. He had made some very significant preparations the previous evening (gathering fertile soil and fertilisers to ensure the best crop was produced from each harvest) as well as craft himself a rather professional-looking hoe with which to lay down the seeds.
So now all that was left was the actual planting.
Luke rose from the rock he was sitting on, steadying himself from his time on the ground and the sudden rush of blood from his head. He then strode forwards towards the designated patch of upturned dirt he was going to work with and picked up his hoe and seeds. Carefully he leant down and dug a small hole in the ground with his hands, placing a thyme seed into the dirt before covering it up with the hoe.
Outstretching his back once more he looked up towards the sky, the sun was still fairly low-lying in the sea of icy blue-white clouds above him. He had plenty of time to work on the herb garden as well as finish the production of his new woollen jumper, ready for the winter.
