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On another website, I want to be invited to a guild, but it is a roleplaying guild...And I have to write some thing about this character: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ name: alyssa occupation: warrior personality: very arrogant and a bit snotty
post an intro. remember that this is medeival themed ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is what I have so far: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The name Alyssa of Cambridge strikes fear into your heart, no?
Well, it shouldn't. Alyssa of Cambridge is a warrior of sorts, an odd one at that. From the top of her carrot-top head to the bottom of her ragged shoes, this twenty-something year old girl is one heck of a warrior. Her "I Am Better Than You" attitude made her move down in one rank...The only one she had moved up in. When it happened to this girl with pools of mud for eyes, she merely shrugged it off, like it was a lost key that was to be found in the next five minutes or so.
Now, where was this "Warrior Princess" now? Well, only to be sitting in a field, waiting with all the other warriors, male and female, for some big important news. Who knows, with Patrick O'Conners from Scotland their leader, it could be any thing from if they are going to be eating that night to if they are going to be battleing the next day. It was all important to this man, the leader of leaders, the captain of captains...
But this is about Alyssa, right? Of course right! Alyssa, with her hair tufted under the old, dull helmet she was wearing, looked at the men and women surronding her and scoffed. Scoffed? Yes, she scoffed, feeling she was going to win whatever she tried to do, always defeat all of her challengers. Of course, her life was the opposite of what she thought it was. Everything is always different from what everyone thinks any way. Its perfectly logical. For instance, a mail man might think that delivering mail is great! But when the truth comes to it...He or she only does it for the dogs. Fluffly and Rover actually /do/ like the mail man, he or she just...Well, lets just say they like biting things. They have nothing aginst the mail man, really.. Okay, back on subject.
Alyssa of Cambridge((for that is her name)), lives in...Splendor. False. Alyssa of Cambridge /lived/ in splendor. Now she lives in a tent. Not very pleasant if you ask me. Not at all. Alyssa had indentured servents to wait on her hand and foot. Now who does she have? Well, there is Nicholas, the young man who seems to adore her for some reason or another. Why? I don't know, but it is crazy talk when he is around...Any one. "Alyssa always says.." or "Thats not how the young Miss from Cambridge says that..".
It bores Alyssa to pieces when Nicholas is around. Yes, rather rude, but that is just /Alyssa's way/. No need changing it now, especially for him.
Now old Patty is out of the tent, surronded by two of his buddies. Together the three had made life threatening decisions, like "We are going to keep moving onwards!" and "We must gather food! You, you, you and you are going to go pick berries!". Interesting, yes, but rather odd. Very odd, indeed. The decision, it turns out, is that the group of brave, heroic, never-done-a-wrong-deed-in-their-lives warriors are off to battle. Again. It was no worry for Alyssa of Cambridge, since she was ready to stand in the back of every one and shoot an arrow once or twice. She was not one of the brave chargers. Oh no, that was something Nick would do.
And so, they are up and marching. "Left, left.." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Its horrible. I don't care. xP I need to turn it in tonight.
It would be a ton easier if it was a different character, but noo...I had to get Alyssa! ...I know it is bad, but if you really want to, leave me comments.
G y p s i e 2 2 3 · Thu Jun 09, 2005 @ 03:36am · 1 Comments |
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