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Is anyone interested in doing a 1X1? I left teenink for a while and I'm just trying to get back into the flow of things. I'm open to any ideas, so any takers?
I'm in, but I'm kinda new to this ... what is a (1x1)?
((A 1X1 is a Written RolePlay, just like anyother, but it's only with two people. So the role play would only be with you and I. :] ))
Great, so how do we start?
((Do you have any plot in mind that you would like to do? Or a type of writing genra? I'm pretty open to anything, though my least favorite would have to be like post-apocolyptic (dependable) or scifi, I love reading them, but writing wise I always find they turn out pretty similar. Other than that though, I'm pretty good with anything. What are your favorite types?))
Pretty much anything except SciFi, paranormal romance like twilight and all that, but I'm down for anything. I read Twilight and all that, but as for writing it, naw. Um ... how 'bout a girl that's lost, lost whether in the world, confused bout where she should go next, bad breakup/heart break or ect. That's your choice ....
(( Sounds fine to me. Do you want that girl character? You can create a skellie for her. Would you want it to be romance, or would you rather keep it as more of a friend like soul-searching RP? I can create my character before or after your's whichever is easier for you))
We'll keep it as friend / soul searching and maybe it'll turn to more, maybe not. Yeah, I'll take the girl and you can create your character whenever, I'm going to start working on her now ...
((sounds good to me. :] I'll most likely be posting my character tomarrow oe the day after, wednessdays internets shifty for me, so I appologize if you have to wait until thursday. ))
[It's fine, it'll take some time for me to get her together anyways.]
Background (history of character, tells about their life):
[We'll figure more out later.]
((Would you like me to create my character first and post him, or would you rather post yours first and then I make mine off yours? Eithers fine with me))
[You can post your character first, I'll post mine a little after, still have to work out some kinks in her.]
Name: Nathan Godrick
Background: Nathan grew up alone with his father as his mother died giving birth. His father was a climbing and hiking instructor so Nathan spent most of his life living near or on the mountains. Nathan was home schooled for the first 12 years of his life and has never really gotten used to a life surrounded by many people. Not very religious, though very spiritual, Nathan has a close connection with the earth and the world around him.
Appearance: Nathan has semi-short cropped black hair that always seems to have that messy bed head look, and dark tan skin from spending most of his time out doors. He is well muscled also, though not to the point of extremity. His eyes are a dark obsidian black that never show what he is truly feeling. Nathan is tall, 6' 4" and has a small but strong build.
Personality: Nathan prefers the life of solitude and enjoys to walk in the wooded areas and spend time on the mountains, whether hiking or climbing. Though Nathan is a very friendly person once you get to know him, his way of showing it is strange due to his inexperience with the normal human population. Many people often consider him strange and eccentric, though he may be one of the kindest persons someone has met, as long as you can get through the cold exterior her puts up for all but his father.
Hobbies: Hiking, Climbing, Exploring etc.
(more to be disclosed as time goes on.)
((I am a girl just in case your wondering. Hahaha I just enjoy playing male characters from time to time, especially sense that’s not what I usually do))
Name: Sharquay "Quaya" Jones
Background: Quaya was forced to grow up quicker than she should with the death of her parents at age 10. She had to watch her three little brothers, ages 6, 5, and 4. It wasn't 'til she turned 15 that she requestted that Child Services take them, her only request: That her brothers be placed in a home together and she gets regular updates on them. She knows they don't remember her, but she knows where they are and she knows they are in good care, when the time comes, she'll go get them. Now, she lives on her own as a teen journalist for a local paper.
Apperance: Quaya has blazing long red hair with blonde hightlight underneath, down to her shoulders. She has the clearest blue eyes, though when you look in them, you see how much pain she has indured and how much wisdom she has gained. Not big on showing her emotions, she project false joy and happines most times.
Personality: Quaya's never been much of a people's person which is why she gave her brothers up to Child Services. Though she's a journalist, she doesn't associate with people more than she needs too. Solitude is her best friend, so she spends most time walking alone outside, usually around or after 10 p.m. Most people consider her cold, because of her lack of showing emotions. The few that actually knew her would describe her as 'A deeply conflicted yet wise girl. She has so much warmth and love to offer, yet she hides. Loneness is her biggest fear.' All those people usually always ended up leaving her.
Hobbies: Writing, Singing, Marial Arts, anything that expresses emotions without actually having to speak to people. Fighting people doesn't bother her at all.
[Girl. It's hard for me to capture male characters, though I'm working on it. Nice to Meet You. And yes, more will be shown, I have a feeling, our characters have a lot more background history than what is shown ... I know mine do.]
((You're right about that. :] It's nice to meet you also. Would you like me to start, or do you want too?))
[You can start, I mean after all, it's your thread / 1x1, I'm just your writing partner on it ....]
Nathan kicked at a stone as he made his way down the mountain trail leading up to his house, mutter to himself. It was his senior year of high school, the last year he would have to be stuck with the corruption of the human society. And just like the past five years, he knew that he would keep to himself. The sun was just peeking its way over the horizon, and the tall elms surrounding the path were mostly bare and sleeping, a few just holding on to their few colorful leaves. A chill was in the early morning air and Nathans breath crystalized in front of him. It was his favorite time of year. The meeting point between fall and winter, when the world was getting it ready for a long winters nap.
Checking his watch, Nathan realized the time and picked up his pace. He’d give anything to not be late for his first day of school and simply prolong the torturous amount of time he had to be there. Reaching the end of the path Nathan narrowly escaped getting run over by a red car speeding down the road that he hadn’t seen from within the trees. Shaking his head, he looked both ways before dashing across the street and continuing the five minute walk to the local school from there.
Once the school was in site Nathan couldn’t help the feeling of disgust that rose in his throat like bile. Why couldn’t these people see that shellacking down pavement and putting up concrete walls was doing nothing but hurting everything around them? Ruining the town that could have very well been paradise. Hearing the bell signaling the start of day ringing from inside the building Nathan ran the final distance and entered his homeroom class just as first period started. Moving to a seat at the back of the room Nathan dropped his bag and pulled out the book he’d been reading, settling in for a class learning things he already knew and tuning out a teacher that could teach him nothing he couldn’t learn on his own.
Quaya always hated being the new kid in school, but it's what she has to do. Every year she moves to a new town, a new city, a new state, but this time, she's planning on staying. It's been a while since she's actually been in a real school building. Two years of cyberschool does that. It's her last year and she plans on staying, after all, it's where her brothers are.
Walking into the building, she struggles to fight the disgust and the feeling to hurl. Sometimes she's glad she did cyberschool. Turning the corner, she jumps a little as the bell rang. A bell, really? It sounded more like a cat dying. Taking a deep breath and looking to her left, Quaya spots her class room; Room 1334. With one more breath, she walks into the class room.
"Ah, you must my Sharquay Jones," the male teacher says.
"Quaya, just call me Quaya," her voice is hard but quiet.
She can feel the eyes of everyone in the class looking at her. She refuses to let them scrutinize her, they will not make her feel inferior.
"Well, Quaya, there's an open seat right in the back, next to the boy with the book." She looks toward the back and nods her head.
Walking toward the back, she walks with her head held high. The only thing running through her mind is, "I'm only doing this for my brothers. I only came here for my brothers. I only stopped being in cyberschool for them. I'm only repeating the 12th grade for them. For Tingy, Reyshaw and Natquan. She takes a seat and tunes out the teacher who just started talking. She pulls out a notebook and decides to add another entry to the journal she's been writing for her brothers.
Faintly in the back of his mind Nathan herd people talking, but as usual, he didn’t bother listening. It was highly unlikely that anyone here could relate to him, unlikely that anyone could really see the world for what it was. The words of his book flew through his mind, taking him away from himself and into another world. That was the reading Nathan enjoyed reading so much, the world could truthfully be anything. It was just a small escape from reality, a place that people could go to hide.
Nathans desk moved beneath him, startling him from his silent reverie. He raised his head and turned to see a girl sitting in the usually empty seat beside him. She seemed lost in thought, and like him, she seemed determined to ignore everything the teacher was determined to teach the less worthy. Deciding he might as well be descent, he tapped lightly on her desk.
“My names Nathan, are you new?”