Post by Administrator on Dec 1, 2011 12:18:11 GMT -4
Character's Name: Seth Clearwater
How far have you gotten into the series?:
How often would you be able to participate in the RPG?: Pretty Often.
If you are not selected for this character, who else would you like to be?:
Is there any particular reason for choosing this character? I think I would do well playing Seth's fun, carefree attitude. (:
Are you planning on creating an original character? Already got several made.
What characters are you currently playing, if any? Selenia DeLuke, Brenden Kale, and Cortland Payne.
Sample of Writing (2+ Paragraphs):
Yet another day around Sam and Emily's table was going by. Paul and Jared sitting across from him. The three of them chowing down on the burgers that Emily had been preparing for them the entire day. Seth always wondered how it was that she managed to make so much food for them pretty much almost every day at any given time of the day. Whether that was at the crack of dawn, late morning, early afternoon, late afternoon, twilight, sunset, late night. Whichever. He wasn't going to complain whatsoever, as long as he still told Emily thank you every time she made them food. Hey! Paul, that was MY burger!" Snapping out of his thoughts, noticing Paul had taken a burger right of of his plate. All Paul could do was laugh, of course, which didn't surprise him much. "What are you gonna do about it, Squirt?" Rolling his eyes, he lunged across the table for his burger that hadn't been fouled by Paul's germs yet.
All the while ignoring Jared's obnoxious laughing. 'Yeah, I'm not getting help from there.' The clatter of utensils filled his sensitive ears, not sure why Emily ever put the things out since they hardly ever used them, as he struggled to reattain his food from his pack mate. A palm on his forehead being the only thing to keep him back, hating how he was pretty much the smallest out of all of his brothers. Hesitating on an idea for a second before bringing his fist around to hit Paul square in the jaw, being stopped at the last second. The both of them glancing up to see Emily standing there, a sheepish smile appearing on his face. "Stop fighting with your brother. And Paul, give him back his food." Sitting back down in his chair, feeling pretty smug when Emily back handed Paul in the back of his skull. Ignoring Paul's jabs at him being saved by Emily, since all he cared about was the food on his plate.
How far have you gotten into the series?:
How often would you be able to participate in the RPG?: Pretty Often.
If you are not selected for this character, who else would you like to be?:
Is there any particular reason for choosing this character? I think I would do well playing Seth's fun, carefree attitude. (:
Are you planning on creating an original character? Already got several made.
What characters are you currently playing, if any? Selenia DeLuke, Brenden Kale, and Cortland Payne.
Sample of Writing (2+ Paragraphs):
Yet another day around Sam and Emily's table was going by. Paul and Jared sitting across from him. The three of them chowing down on the burgers that Emily had been preparing for them the entire day. Seth always wondered how it was that she managed to make so much food for them pretty much almost every day at any given time of the day. Whether that was at the crack of dawn, late morning, early afternoon, late afternoon, twilight, sunset, late night. Whichever. He wasn't going to complain whatsoever, as long as he still told Emily thank you every time she made them food. Hey! Paul, that was MY burger!" Snapping out of his thoughts, noticing Paul had taken a burger right of of his plate. All Paul could do was laugh, of course, which didn't surprise him much. "What are you gonna do about it, Squirt?" Rolling his eyes, he lunged across the table for his burger that hadn't been fouled by Paul's germs yet.
All the while ignoring Jared's obnoxious laughing. 'Yeah, I'm not getting help from there.' The clatter of utensils filled his sensitive ears, not sure why Emily ever put the things out since they hardly ever used them, as he struggled to reattain his food from his pack mate. A palm on his forehead being the only thing to keep him back, hating how he was pretty much the smallest out of all of his brothers. Hesitating on an idea for a second before bringing his fist around to hit Paul square in the jaw, being stopped at the last second. The both of them glancing up to see Emily standing there, a sheepish smile appearing on his face. "Stop fighting with your brother. And Paul, give him back his food." Sitting back down in his chair, feeling pretty smug when Emily back handed Paul in the back of his skull. Ignoring Paul's jabs at him being saved by Emily, since all he cared about was the food on his plate.
