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The contest is simple: read my intro, and then respond with one of your own. I will give you feedback and eventually judge who I think did the best job. Alpha skill level only need apply.
If you are interested, I may be willing to continue the roleplay with the winner and possibly the runners-up. This could either become a 1x1, a group roleplay, or it may stay only a contest, depending on what you guys want!

To sum up the plot in my intro: a group of college friends crash their yacht into a "deserted" island. The island is surrounded by ferocious man-eating mermaids who will keep them on this island. In a lake on the middle of the island dwells a water-nymph who will help the humans survive.

YOU: Can play the part of the water nymph (who can be male or female) anyone on the yacht, or even a new character! Feel free to ask me any OOC questions here, as well, folks. I'm looking for participation!

Don't you want to win this and earn ultimate bragging rights? !Gwah Get 'er done!

(It goes without saying that you should take your time and proof-read your work, right? Okay my literate wanna-be's, get writing!)


Without further ado, my intro post:

Meg was not often the kind of girl who found herself the center of things. Not the center of attention, not the center of trouble, not even, so often, the center of her own thoughts. She was fairly average in that she was studious, athletic, and healthy. She was the only child of two doting parents, privaledged yet not spoiled. Her father was a lawyer and her mother was a nurse, yet she was neither. She was a sailor; a free spirit who longed to see the world and experience an adventure, even despite the life she had always been satisfied with. She was a good friend yet not overly social, intelligent yet not a showoff, a middle-of the road, steady, calm person who could lead her peers easily, yet who often stayed in the background, unless she was needed.
It was her best friend, Piper, who was the center of attention. Beautiful and gregarious, Piper was brash and loud. She was a partier and always had a string of boys after her. She found it difficult to commit to one course of action, and and tended to attract disaster, which she invariable blew out of proportion. She liked drama and attention, and thrived when she was the life of the party. Perhaps Meg had been drawn to her due to her unfulfilled need for adventure, and Piper had been able to stick with her boring friend because, unlike people who were similar to Piper, she and Meg never fought. They had been roommates the first year of college, where Meg was studying Oceanography. After that first year, they decided it was best not to live together, but other than that, they had been inseperable. They had been best friends for three years now, although Piper did not seem to be any closer to graduating - unless she was majoring in boys. With thick, long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a smattering of cinnamon freckles, Piper tended to coast through life.
Sterling was dark, brooding, and mysterious. He was that cliche which never gets old, and even though Meg never knew where she stood with him, she was always happy to have him around. He and Piper had a fling awhile back, and even though they were over, and Piper would never do anything because she knew that Meg had a crush on him, they all pretty much knew that he only hung around because of Piper.

Penny was a tomboy with orange-red hair cut short, and elfin features that nevertheless got her mistaken for a guy all the time. She was easy-going and had been Meg's roommate for two years. She was dating Dave, a hearty but plain-looking all-American type of guy who was dependable but a bit dumb. They were a somewhat strange crew to be spending their spring break together on a yachting trip, but they were a closely knit group of friends who wanted to be together and on their own.

Piper had paid for the small rented yacht with her rich parent's money, but she had the least sailing knowledge of all of them. Meg had the most nautical knowledge, and Sterling was the next best. Although he had come along to spend more time with Piper, it still felt intimate when Meg and Sterling piloted the boat together, especially when they were doing so alone. This was a common occurence, as Penny and Dave were often off making out in some corner (as they had only come with the other three to avoid going home to their controlling parents') and Piper usually just sat laid out and worked on her tan.

They had been on the water for a five days, and were making great time. Meg had the chance to have a few late night heart-to-heart conversations with Sterling, in which he talked about his feelings for Piper, and she listened supportively. Penny had told Meg she shouldn't be such a pushover, and Piper had blindly insisted that Sterling just 'didn't know what he wanted,' and 'needed to get over her and go out with Meg.' Piper was loyal and passionate, if nothing else.
The fateful event that would change all of their lives forever happened late on the night of the fifth day, not too long before the hours of dawn. They had all been asleep when a storm came up, and despite their training, they were unprepared and ill-equipped. Not all of them had even managed to get their life jackets fully on before their boat had been ripped apart on the shoals of an island that had not been on their maps. Meg and Sterling had tried to navigate the storm while Piper screamed and Penny and Dave tried to bail water out of the boat that came over their vessel in huge, crashing waves. In one such wave, Dave was washed overboard. Though they could barely see with the rain and waves in their eyes, and barely focus while they clung on to dear life, Meg thought she could see enormous fish in the water, with long hair and teeth and...Dave fell among them, and the water turned red, and Meg saw human faces, contorted in bloodlust, and Dave's shrieks were cut off and the nightmarish vision was lost in another enormous wave.

The ship broke on the rocks while Piper was still trying to fasten her lifevest, and Penny was screaming for Dave and trying in vain to get to him. Sterling shouted something and Meg went under the choking water, and a piece of the yacht slammed into her and she grabbed for it, her fingers scrabbling along the slick sides for some hold. She found something, rope perhaps, and thrust her arms through it, and a wave turned her and it under and over and suddenly she realized she was above water again, and she coughed up saltwater and hung onto the flotsam. She heard a roar that she did not know if it was water or wind, but suddenly the piece of boat she was on was flying through the air, faster than she could ever remember moving, and boughs of trees smacked against her, and she was tumbling through them and the piece of ship was gone, but she could no longer see anything and all she could feel was herself summersaulting through the air, and things hitting her. She had long since been certain that she was going to die, and then she hit her head, and she blacked out.


Some references for some of the characters I created:


Clarification: Do not reply to this as Meg, my main character. Reply to it as you would any other roleplay intro post. I.E. One potential idea is that Meg could fall into the lake and your character, the water nymph, could rescue her. I won't "dock" points for using this idea rather than coming up with one of your own - THIS WILL BE JUDGED ENTIRELY ON WRITING SKILL.

May the muses be ever in your favor. ;D

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I am always looking for literate writers:
I generally prefer 1x1 m/f, with at least a possibility of romance.

I am an advanced writer, and I give frequent, quality replies.

Genres that I love:
Romance, action/adventure, dystopian, sci-fi, period (Pride and Prejudice, Downton Abbey, 1920's) arena, modern, fantasy, and many more.
(The only genres that I do NOT enjoy are gruesome horror, and probably not supernatural or fandoms, although maybe.)

I write maturely, but fade-to-black for intimacy.

If you only play females or have any other restrictions, please let me know up front!

I can write in gdocs, email, or here. Also, see my second spoiler under "Want to write a book with me?"

Here is a sample of my writing, I would love to see a non-intro sample of your writing as well, please!

Non-Intro Writing Sample:
That night, the Low Risers saw stars for the first time.

Amber sucked in a soft gasp as she discerned them, between the swaying and spindly branches of the trees. Her fingertips found Leo’s wrist, begging for understanding. It was beautiful, the way they twinkled, even more beautiful than the blue sky, and scrolling clouds ... and she had come so close to never seeing this at all. How could the world contain such unornamented beauty? How much more was there yet to discover? Tears rolled down her temples and melted into her burnished bronze hair.

Clem was by himself, as usual. His bedroll was far away from the rest of them, nearest the outside of the trees. He had announced that he would stand watch, and that appeared to be what he was doing, sitting there in silence, back to them all, staring out into the darkness. As the hours rolled by, and everyone fell quiet, save for their deep breathing and Brom’s thunderous snores, Clem felt chills wash over him. Sweat coursed down his body, and he shivered, and closed his eyes upon sweet hallucinations of times he had never had with Cass, without the relief of sleep.

Some time later, he had no idea when, he rose to his feet and slipped from the camp, and their lives, with the stealth of a wraith.

In the morning, when they woke to find him gone, Amber panicked. That feeling of dreadful certainty closed around her heart, with all of its horror, and with all of its peace. She refused it, trying to buck it off like an unbroken horse does a saddle. In the end it was Flint, with his tracking skills, whom she’d had to follow in order to find Clemence. He lay in a gulley, his body just barely cold. Besides his sweat, nothing seemed wrong with him, until they lifted his black sweater to find the infected knife wound in his gut.

There had been ample time for Clem to get this treated; he had chosen not to. He had not committed suicide by traditional means, instead letting the nature of violence take its natural course, but it was difficult to view the situation as anything other than a wasteful choice.

Brom had known what they would find, he could see it in the terror on Amber’s face. When it was confirmed, however, all he said was: “He’ll be with Cass now. He’d have wanted that.”

Flower burst into blubbering tears against Flint’s side. Joe suggested they bury him, that’s what the Unbroken did, he had heard, and they were in Unbroken territory, now. To Amber it felt wrong, to put his body into the earth to decompose slowly and painfully. It was not a final enough ending. It was not swift, and shouldn’t he be, if he was to catch Cassandra? He had been Amber’s trainer, but she didn’t cry. She didn’t even harden over. She merely felt the pain, like a meat grinder to her internal organs, and did nothing about it, as Leo would have done.

It was a waste of a half day, scooping out ground and laying Clem in it, as the pallor increased in his bronze skin. Leo was now the only High Riser left on their expedition. Once the dirt was over him, Flower placed something pretty she had woven from blades of grass on top of it, with a feather stuck through the center of it. It was the blue-black feather of a raven she had found on the ground.

Amber began to speak awkwardly, her words long and drawn out, until it became apparent that she was singing, or trying to, for the first time. Her voice was rough and off-tune, not at all lovely, but it grated with emotion, very Amber-like:

“Gut the mother*******, for freedom an’ for feather
Cut their Unseen throats…”

Here Flower joined in, her voice a whispery warble, high-pitched and sweet, and Brom soon followed her, his voice deep and pleasant. Joe contributed a word here or there, but he didn’t seem to really grasp the concept of singing.

“...an’ spit their blood ‘cross both tiers
Meet us in the middle and we’ll strike together
Lay their corpses out and scream redemption in their ears.”

They all ended the song at different times, so it seemed that “scream redemption in their ears” echoed many times. It was sung far more quietly and sadly that it had been sung in the arena and elsewhere afterwards, as a victory song.

“Let’s move on, we’ve lost enough time,” Amber said, quietly and brusquely. Clem the peacemaker would not have wanted to delay them on their way to war.

[Many more samples available upon request.]

Want to write a book with me?:
I love the style of collaborative writing that can take place over Google Docs or a private pad. All those hours of writing can proudly see the light of day when written together, as if it is a book. Dialogue flows so much more smoothly, and it is actually a great deal easier to write. Redundancies are unnecessary, and it makes it far more enjoyable to read.

It works pretty much the same; you each have characters that you're responsible for controlling, or NPCs. If your character would react to something another character does or says, it could happen right away, rather than awkwardly, a post later. Dialogue, battle, and a slew of other things can be written with far greater ease. Long posts often still work, too!

References are important, since both writers are likely to play roles in describing things.

It requires a lot of collaboration, discussion, and flexibility, but it is well worth it! The level of integration and how exactly we do it varies from person to person. One person can act as "GM," creating an interactive story experience for the other writer, or both writers can have equal creative responsibility.

POV's: It can be written from third person omniscient (the way roleplaying is usually done) limited (where there is only one "main" character whose thoughts are shown) or even objective (no one's thoughts are seen). In the below sample, we are writing in third person limited, because both that writer and I are far too detailed, and we were trying to write a short story. Her character is the one whose thoughts are shown, so I take more responsibility with objective scene descriptions and such.
Great POV Help

However we want to do it is completely up to us. We could always just try it, and if you don't like it, we could go back to traditional RP.

This style improves the writer far more than anything else I have found in 12+ years of writing, and it is so fun!

Example:
(My text is brown, my partner's is blue.)
http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy334/ohgodofwriting/Mobile%20Uploads/ScreenShot2014-01-13at80901PM_zps9345aa3f.png
Plots:
Dimension-Traveling (All genres, total freedom, "never ending"):
This is a plot about two characters who can travel through time, space, and dimensions. They can literally show up in any plot or any genre that we, the two writers, want them to. They can visit our other characters, we could pop into other role-plays and include other people, this thing is...imagination-roving.

It can range between any setting: period drama, sci-fi, fantasy of any kind, anthropomorphous, apocalyptic, gladiators, modern, pirate...
And almost any genre (though it will probably always be action/adventure on some level): horror, comedy, drama, romance...

Literally ANYTHING you can think of. You don't have to want to do all of them, but you should want to do some of them, and more.

Character A (can be you or me) has long-lived a lonely, but exciting (and oftentimes horrifying) life of traveling through time, space, and dimensions without warning and against their will. It seems that the universe takes this character places to accomplish certain things, i.e. helping people on their quests, keeping someone from dying, basically to make something happen or to keep something from happening. The character moves on to a different timeline approximately once they have succeeded or failed at this vague mission. It can be years or it can be hours, although it is probably most often days or weeks.

Our story begins when character A runs into character B. For whatever reason, they discover that they can travel together.

Character B should have some special skills that can help in some way, otherwise it would be a horrible damsel-in-distress situation, without relief. (No matter the gender.) Either way, it will take B time to adjust, and it will be traumatic, and they will need saving at first. But if they start out being a competent person, this phase will be shorter. Perhaps they are a cop, an assassin, a genius, a historian, a botanist, anything really that could lend skills, however small, to this lifestyle.

I may have an intro for this, whether or not we use it, if that helps you.


Grave Writers:
On top of every grave is a small box instead of a tombstone. These boxes can be filled with the belongings of the deceased, or mourners oftentimes put letters in the boxes so that they can feel as if they can communicate with their loved ones. I need help with this plot, but my idea was that my character could be a girl who reads these letters and writes back. Your character could be a police officer or detective trying to find this fraud, or a man writing to someone (although that seems a slower start). I don't want this plot to be too morbid/creepy/supernatural, I don't think. I am open to ideas!


Extreme Fantasy (not elves):
I want an RP that puts no limits on my imagination and creativity. There are two options:

Option One: I envision something akin to a medieval setting, but with the ability to change anything we want. Giant, highly intelligent animals, incredibly gorgeous scenery, beautiful mood-music. Someone who loves art and using references, and who really enjoys detail, would be perfect for this. It would work with most any plot, but something simple would really let the setting shine.

Option Two: In a modern, "normal" world, seers who can "see" things superimposed over the natural world. Beautiful images of light, gruesome images of darkness. Again, it can work with a lot of plots, but that should take a backseat to the main focus, which would be visual imagery and imagination.


The What-If Machine:
What if there was a machine that let you see what your life would be like if you had made a different choice? It lets you see the past that you missed out on, and the future you can never have.
What if you married that old girlfriend?
What if you majored in something else?
What if you got cleaned up and never made those mistakes?
What if you had taken more risks?

This plot can work for literally anything. It can take you back into an old RP that you loved, give a well-loved character an alternate life, anything.
Send a message to me!


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