Chance Encounter ((Open, descriptive RP with realism focus))

[Geraux]

((This is an open RP thread, but there are a few guidelines I'd like those to adhere to.

 

Keep each reply short. A reply should consist of only a short moment in-scene. Don't carry on for 20 in-scene minutes, as there will be other interactions that occur during this time. Preferably, keep a reply to a few paragraphs.

 

Set the scene! Be descriptive.

Now, above, I said to keep to a few paragraphs, but I do encourage you to write as much as you like in order to set the scene, or to make a description.

- Don't: "A lalafalell walks into the room." (Falasha. Falafel... whatever the hell they're called)

- Do: A short, robust silhouette fills the door frame. As he enters, he is illuminated by the flickering light of the tavern. A child-like face takes form from the shadow of the door. The well-worn wood beneath his feet groans with every step - quite the contrast to his small frame and seemingly miniscule mass. With a spring in his step, the figure makes his way to the bar. As he walks, one would note the extravagant garb he wears. Deep brown, tight curls of his hair spill over his ears... (etc...)"

 

Do not, under any circumstances, RP yourself upon another character's interaction.

- Don't: "Roelon walks into the bar. Seeing Castiel at the counter, he slaps him a high-five."

- Do: "Roelon walks into the bar. Seeing Castiel at the counter, he makes his way to him. Roelon raises his right hand to Castiel, as if to give him a high-five."

 

I'm an Atheist Roleplayer. I don't believe in God-Mode!!

- This also includes meta-gaming.

- As such, I ask one thing: Be HUMBLE about your in-character abilities. Don't just wave a wand, and watch the earth shake. Make it have limitations, side-effects, risks, and backfires, etc... Use them sparingly! This is VERY IMPORTANT IN THIS THREAD. Got it... everyone is an adventurer. There's a lot of magic in the world. so make it count. Don't be cliche.

- Don't: "Roelon waves his hand and watches as Welkin's wounds stitch themselves together."

- Do: "Roelon stands for a moment, eyes closed in silent contemplation. After exhaling deeply, he opens his eyes, fixated upon the item in front of him. Slowly, he raises his right hand to his front. Palm facing outward, eyes narrowed upon his target, he draws in another breath. In an instant, he flinches his outstretched hand. With a flicker and sizzle, the candle illuminates."

 

Use a third-person perspective, but allow for other RPers to pick up on your details. We can't read minds, so RP something we can "see".

- Don't: "Roelon looks around the tavern. He hasn't ate for days. He's really hungry."

- Do: "Roelon's eyes survey the tavern. His eyes flicker to a stack of charred meat on the plate of a nearby patron. Roelon appears lost in himself as he watches the man eat. His stomach lets out an audible groan as he makes his way to the bar."

Take your time!! THIS IS NOT AN EPIC!!

It's simply open ended. There is a general, vague outline of events to come, but YOUR interactions are crucial.))

 

LOCATION:

- Canopies from the high trees seemed to play with the daylight that cast down. Swaying in the wind, the vibrant light from the midday sun shone down, dancing through the thick foliage above. Sporadic rays of light shone and flickered through the trees, offering it's warmth during this cool late-summer's afternoon. A breeze cast ripples upon the surface of a large, clear-water pond. Green grass, tall trees, and small woodland creatures adorned the opposite bank. Fallen limbs lay sporadically about the edges.

 

At the shore of the basin, upon a simple quilted blanket, sits a lone figure. Seemingly lost in thought, Roelon's gaze set upon the pond.

 

His clothes are faded and worn. Tanned skin, rough calloused hands... From the look of him, one might assume that he is at home outdoors. He carries about him the odor of burnt timber, and the slightest hint of alcohol. As he moves, a small flask can be seen on his hip. Though otherwise quite handsome; tall, slender, and muscular; in his current condition, one might not be inclined to view him as anything other than another face in a crowd.

Unremarkable clothes, no visible weapons. One wouldn't be able to discern a specific profession or skill from the attire he wears. He's clad in rough-stitched cloth; a slate-grey hooded tunic atop dark-toned leggings - garb that is not too uncommon amongst dockworkers, laborers, and general merchants.

 

Here he sits; doing nothing in the middle of nowhere with seemingly no one around.

 

An observant person might notice a hint of desperation in his features... A look that might lead one to question him as to what he is doing here.

[Geraux]

Still seated, Roelon leans back, extending his arms behind him for support. He closes his eyes tightly, and draws in a deep breath.

 

After a moment, he exhales, shakes his head, and stands. He reaches down toward the blanket he was sitting on, as if it pick it up.

 

In a calm tone, low and coarse, he speaks - as if to himself, "What am I doing with no more than a few trees to keep me company...This is a waste of time."