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This *is* my hobby...
Nov. 22nd, 2004 09:09 amHeh, I was told once by someone that I needed a hobby. Well...Hello! This is it, apparently. The only person I know that might have a lower score than me is ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
yalenusveler. The only explaination I have is that I am a creative person, and this is a creative outlet. It's also social. I'm not generally a social person, but playing a game gives me something interesting to focus on so I'm not crawling into my head. Personally, I blame being an only child. Ever since I can remember, I've been forming plots and stories in my head, making characters, and using the characters of others. I have always thought of writing, but only lately I have been doing more actual writing, as opposed to rping every night. There will be some people who will probably think this is lame, and I should have outgrown it by now..But I wonder how many of them have a video game console that they work out.
yalenusveler. The only explaination I have is that I am a creative person, and this is a creative outlet. It's also social. I'm not generally a social person, but playing a game gives me something interesting to focus on so I'm not crawling into my head. Personally, I blame being an only child. Ever since I can remember, I've been forming plots and stories in my head, making characters, and using the characters of others. I have always thought of writing, but only lately I have been doing more actual writing, as opposed to rping every night. There will be some people who will probably think this is lame, and I should have outgrown it by now..But I wonder how many of them have a video game console that they work out. | Your Ultimate Roleplaying Purity Score | ||
| Category | Your Score | Average |
| Hacklust | 15.09% Slew entire Asgardian Pantheon with one hand while blindfolded | 53.5% |
| Sensitive Roleplaying | 3.8% There is no player. There is only.... Zuul. | 54.4% |
| GM Experience | 11.59% Worldbuilder, storyteller... Master. | 69.4% |
| Systems Knowledge | 83.05% Played in a couple of campaigns | 90.3% |
| Livin' La Vida Dorka | 22.99% Carries dice in pocket 'just in case' | 63% |
| You are 32.65% pure Average Score: 68.7% | ||
Old quote logs from IRC.
Sep. 14th, 2004 12:09 amI realize some of you won't get these. Some will find them riotous. My character for those who don't know is Teague. Also Olivia Layne, and Kaliko.
( Alot of quotes. Cut because I care. )
( Alot of quotes. Cut because I care. )
Character Exchange
Sep. 9th, 2004 12:35 amI saw the new World of Darkness system, and quite frankly I'm in love. It was really hard not to pull out the credit card and get the core book, and Vampire the Requiem. I have heard there is much consternation about going from one system to the next. Particularly people who are in love with clans that no longer exist. All I can say is there is fun, and novelty to be had in the new. Sure there are no longer Tremere, but there are things that make it easier for Non Tremere to learn magic. The original system still works. No one is saying that if you have all the original books, and it still works for you, no one says you can't still use them. No one says you have to choose either. All that is said is that new players will have more access to the new. Being a Mac user, and having been Compelled to use OSX, after learning OS 9, it makes perfect sense. Once I got used to pressing this to do that, instead of the other that I used to, I found it a nicer OS. I feel the new WoD will be much the same.
( my characters )
( my characters )
Afterlog to Previous RP
Jul. 3rd, 2004 03:50 amAngie should recognize this one. It's an afterlog of an rp we were doing involving our characters in a jail house setting.
Santi worked his way through the brush quietly, heading toward the small cabin. The location is remote, which Santi finds perhaps alittle troubling. He knows his Teague can be reclusive...But this truely smacks of escape. And that would almost seem to be what Teague is doing. In spite of his entreaties of love, and promises to continue his relationship with Santi, and writing to him, the quiet ex priest did none of those things. He was released from prison, thanks to a mysterious twin's capture on tape, and he disappeared. Santi only tracked him down with *much* trouble, expending many resources..
At this point, Santi is uncertain if he wants to kill Teague brutally, using a knife, and taking his time. Spilling his blood up the walls and across the floor. Bathing in it, and listening to him gurgle...Or kill the little bitch sweetly, hands around his neck. Feeling him thrashing. Seeing Teague's look of shock and pain, then watching his eyes go dimmer and dimmer...
He pauses, hearing someone singing softly. Oh yes, that voice brings back memories. Teague would often sing the powerful blond to sleep, and for his pleasure. Teague is off to the side of the house, hanging laundry. It looks so pastoral, and old fashioned. It's questionable if this cabin even has electricity, or running water. Santi stares at his intended prey, noting what is familiar, and what is different. The ex still seems lean, almost underfed. Santi can see the jailhouse tattoos, most of which he commanded Ky to place, along Teague's forewarms, which are bared. Teague is wearing glasses, which is new. His dark curly hair is pulled back in a braid that goes half way down his back. Santi can easily imagine pulling and yanking it as he pushes his ex onto his belly across some convenient surface.
Teague pauses, and looks around, like a deer scenting a hunter. Then he goes inside. Santi has to move carefully. Befor prison, the priest was very docile, but Santi doesn't trust that he hasn't learned to be more deadly. Santi is still deadly himself, being almost silent across the tree litter on the ground. He reaches the cabin, and looks in through a corner of a window. Teague stands at the sink, washing some dishes in a pan. Apperently there is a well pump.
Santi shivers, remembering how that body felt, being pressed into the thin matress under him. How Teague's little noises sounded. He works his way back around, and finds an unlocked door to enter through. He moves through the house, pulling a knife, and taking note of various things he could use. There are curtains, and bits of clothing that could be used to bind his errant lover. Finally he surges into the kitchen, lunging to catch Teague, and press him to the wall, knife pressing to his throat. Teague cries out softly, looking completely startled.
"S-santi?" Teague blinks, his hands on Santi's shoulders, prepared to push. He doesn't struggle though, and Santi's senses are filled with Teague once more..The scent of him, clean, and alittle acidic. The warmth of his body pressed to Santi's. His breath as he pants softly. "No, Santi...You must go...You mustn't be here!" Teague whispers desperately.
"Oh, I must?" Santi hisses softly, eyes filling with cold murder. "Why is that? Tell me, Teague, did you feel one thing you claimed? Or were you a better liar than I thought..."
Teague gasps softly, eyes filling with pain. "No..I loved you...I still..." Santi sees his eyes flicker up, then widen slightly, his lips forming the word "no.." He hears the distictive clickclick of a bullet being chambered, and befor he can whip around, or even duck well, the bullet tears through his shoulder. Everyone in Hollywood portays this so macho, but the truth is it rocks his body, and his consciousness almost explodes. He hears Teague cry out, and feels himself being pulled down. Befor he goes into shock, bleeding on the cabin floor, he sees the face of his assailent...a pretty, familiar face. He *knew* Teague had a twin..a homicidal one. The *bad* twin. He looks almost exactly like Teague, except for the look of absolute, cold fury in his eyes, and the gun in his hand. Teague is pleading. Santi can hear it distantly. The twin is named Micheal...Santi hears that too befor passing out.
End
Santi worked his way through the brush quietly, heading toward the small cabin. The location is remote, which Santi finds perhaps alittle troubling. He knows his Teague can be reclusive...But this truely smacks of escape. And that would almost seem to be what Teague is doing. In spite of his entreaties of love, and promises to continue his relationship with Santi, and writing to him, the quiet ex priest did none of those things. He was released from prison, thanks to a mysterious twin's capture on tape, and he disappeared. Santi only tracked him down with *much* trouble, expending many resources..
At this point, Santi is uncertain if he wants to kill Teague brutally, using a knife, and taking his time. Spilling his blood up the walls and across the floor. Bathing in it, and listening to him gurgle...Or kill the little bitch sweetly, hands around his neck. Feeling him thrashing. Seeing Teague's look of shock and pain, then watching his eyes go dimmer and dimmer...
He pauses, hearing someone singing softly. Oh yes, that voice brings back memories. Teague would often sing the powerful blond to sleep, and for his pleasure. Teague is off to the side of the house, hanging laundry. It looks so pastoral, and old fashioned. It's questionable if this cabin even has electricity, or running water. Santi stares at his intended prey, noting what is familiar, and what is different. The ex still seems lean, almost underfed. Santi can see the jailhouse tattoos, most of which he commanded Ky to place, along Teague's forewarms, which are bared. Teague is wearing glasses, which is new. His dark curly hair is pulled back in a braid that goes half way down his back. Santi can easily imagine pulling and yanking it as he pushes his ex onto his belly across some convenient surface.
Teague pauses, and looks around, like a deer scenting a hunter. Then he goes inside. Santi has to move carefully. Befor prison, the priest was very docile, but Santi doesn't trust that he hasn't learned to be more deadly. Santi is still deadly himself, being almost silent across the tree litter on the ground. He reaches the cabin, and looks in through a corner of a window. Teague stands at the sink, washing some dishes in a pan. Apperently there is a well pump.
Santi shivers, remembering how that body felt, being pressed into the thin matress under him. How Teague's little noises sounded. He works his way back around, and finds an unlocked door to enter through. He moves through the house, pulling a knife, and taking note of various things he could use. There are curtains, and bits of clothing that could be used to bind his errant lover. Finally he surges into the kitchen, lunging to catch Teague, and press him to the wall, knife pressing to his throat. Teague cries out softly, looking completely startled.
"S-santi?" Teague blinks, his hands on Santi's shoulders, prepared to push. He doesn't struggle though, and Santi's senses are filled with Teague once more..The scent of him, clean, and alittle acidic. The warmth of his body pressed to Santi's. His breath as he pants softly. "No, Santi...You must go...You mustn't be here!" Teague whispers desperately.
"Oh, I must?" Santi hisses softly, eyes filling with cold murder. "Why is that? Tell me, Teague, did you feel one thing you claimed? Or were you a better liar than I thought..."
Teague gasps softly, eyes filling with pain. "No..I loved you...I still..." Santi sees his eyes flicker up, then widen slightly, his lips forming the word "no.." He hears the distictive clickclick of a bullet being chambered, and befor he can whip around, or even duck well, the bullet tears through his shoulder. Everyone in Hollywood portays this so macho, but the truth is it rocks his body, and his consciousness almost explodes. He hears Teague cry out, and feels himself being pulled down. Befor he goes into shock, bleeding on the cabin floor, he sees the face of his assailent...a pretty, familiar face. He *knew* Teague had a twin..a homicidal one. The *bad* twin. He looks almost exactly like Teague, except for the look of absolute, cold fury in his eyes, and the gun in his hand. Teague is pleading. Santi can hear it distantly. The twin is named Micheal...Santi hears that too befor passing out.
End
I was thinking about starting a thread for mostly folks I RP with, and having a list spacificly for my friends who might be interested in posting plot ideas, or just reading mine. Basicly I get little scenes and thoughts throughout the day, and sometimes I want to write them down. Some might lead to stories, if not role play. I found out that you can customize your friends list to a sub catagory to just post to certain people. Some of the rp ideas are frankly exotic, erotic, gay, or horror themed. I know some of my friends wouldn't be interested in boy on boy fiction, and others might be creeped out by graphic horror violence...and some of you might be *keenly* interested. So anyone that wants onto the list, let me know, and I will add you. If you do not respond and *say* you want in...I won't add you.
