Post by radishson on Jul 17, 2012 0:45:08 GMT -5
Username: radishson
Characters Name: Dutch van der Linde
Speculated Literacy level: Average (English is my native language and I enjoy writing)
Sample RP post:
Plot Availability: ID
Speculated Activity levels: I can get online every day.
Also, not sure if/where this is worth mentioning, but I've never roleplayed in any sense before and this format in particular will be a bit new to me. If I turn out to get accepted, I'd appreciate a little understanding if I do anything wrong as I go through the learning curve! I will try as best I can to do everything right, and I am always open to advice on my characterization or whatever. Thanks!!
Characters Name: Dutch van der Linde
Speculated Literacy level: Average (English is my native language and I enjoy writing)
Sample RP post:
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It had been three days since he had last seen him, and Dutch was growing tired of waiting. His boys were increasingly agitated too, he could sense. Anger could only fuel bloodlust for so long. Soon their shouting would cease and their minds would linger. He had to act soon.
The clinking of bullets filling a chamber interrupted his thoughts, and Dutch turned to see a gang member loading a stock of pistols they had stolen a week prior. “Hustle up, boy. We’ve got some business today,” Dutch called out.
Within minutes, the gang had assembled on horseback at the pass into Cochinay. Dutch pulled his steer forward and turned back, twenty men meeting his gaze. He could see the fire in their eyes, glistening against their dark, dirtied faces, and he breathed in deep.
That was it - It was this thin, chilled air making him anxious, making him fidget for the pull of a trigger and the smell of gunpowder. His ears were ringing with the sound of his own wild, pumping heart. It was a feral yearning that consumed him, desperate to feel the chamber of his revolver explode into fire and fury and smoke, for the ground to gleam with fresh blood and shake from the echo of screams... his mind flashed and for a moment he could see the bloodied body of John Marston against a backdrop of white snow and tall, tall trees. Dutch’s hand instinctively rested on his gun holster as he gripped the reigns tighter. He opened his eyes with a smile.
“We’re going huntin’, boys.”
Plot Availability: ID
Speculated Activity levels: I can get online every day.
Also, not sure if/where this is worth mentioning, but I've never roleplayed in any sense before and this format in particular will be a bit new to me. If I turn out to get accepted, I'd appreciate a little understanding if I do anything wrong as I go through the learning curve! I will try as best I can to do everything right, and I am always open to advice on my characterization or whatever. Thanks!!