ooc: or "Out of Character" is used to express your views or something else before or after you post, it distinguishes the difference between being yourself and being your character. Just yeah, for you new RP-ers. This is the first time I've opened and RP, so if it's not so great, I'm sorry. I'm certainly trying my best. Just go hard...it's a lot of fun.
ic: (In character) The sun rose out above the horizon into the blood of new birth. The wind, her silent yet violent voice called and cuddled the little bar situated in the small volatile town of Sudridge. It was a town where raids were the norm, theft was not necessarily a crime and night was never a time to sleep.
Amongst all the wreckage and the slum, was just a small ounce of life, much different to the rest. She was an elaborate figure of all things. Yet she was the very essence of contradiction in this poverty-ridden corpse of a town. She had the youth of a teenager, yet her expression and demeanour belonged to that of someone beyond her years. Adele O'Darian, a wild child, an outcast and a hit with the locals, her profession in this ragged town lay within the bar. As a dancer slash entertainer, she was skilled in her 'talent' yet she was defensive to her own rights nevertheless to keep the roving hand away.
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Adele stood out on the wide porch outside her home, her life or simple the bar itself. Staring out as the day begun slowly, that golden halo reaching up into the bleeding depths. With a cup of coffee in hand she watched in almost complacent boredom. She smiled to herself. What did the new day bring for her she didn't know. The cool breeze which came normally around this time rippled harmonious through the air and kissed at her sea-blue hair lightly bringing out floating. A voice called out to her from inside the building.
"'Dele, really. Do you think you should be hangin' out here every mornin'? You know the raids'll be startin' soon."
"Yes, Sammas, I know. But it's so nice out. It's the only break I get these days." She called back to him not taking her eyes away from the scene. "Sammas" was the name she gave to the owner Sam Wendel.
"Yes, I have to agree with ya darlin', but now isn't the time. It gets progressively worse over this time of year. 'Dele, I didn't tell you a strange little man came in askin' about you the other night. Seemed interested in your 'talent'...danger if you're askin' me." Sam answered with a cautious tone.
In the distance only a few metres away, sounds and the calls of animated bustle. Thieves actively roming the streets.
"I believe it has started, this should be interesting..." Adele grinned widely.
"Now 'Dele, control yourself. It's dangerous out there." The bar owner scorned her as if she was a child.
"Now Sam...I can take care of myself." She laughed, teasing him and flashing her daggers at him.
Edit: Hell, that was long, sorry. Be specific where you are and you'll be fine :thumb:
ic: (In character) The sun rose out above the horizon into the blood of new birth. The wind, her silent yet violent voice called and cuddled the little bar situated in the small volatile town of Sudridge. It was a town where raids were the norm, theft was not necessarily a crime and night was never a time to sleep.
Amongst all the wreckage and the slum, was just a small ounce of life, much different to the rest. She was an elaborate figure of all things. Yet she was the very essence of contradiction in this poverty-ridden corpse of a town. She had the youth of a teenager, yet her expression and demeanour belonged to that of someone beyond her years. Adele O'Darian, a wild child, an outcast and a hit with the locals, her profession in this ragged town lay within the bar. As a dancer slash entertainer, she was skilled in her 'talent' yet she was defensive to her own rights nevertheless to keep the roving hand away.
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Adele stood out on the wide porch outside her home, her life or simple the bar itself. Staring out as the day begun slowly, that golden halo reaching up into the bleeding depths. With a cup of coffee in hand she watched in almost complacent boredom. She smiled to herself. What did the new day bring for her she didn't know. The cool breeze which came normally around this time rippled harmonious through the air and kissed at her sea-blue hair lightly bringing out floating. A voice called out to her from inside the building.
"'Dele, really. Do you think you should be hangin' out here every mornin'? You know the raids'll be startin' soon."
"Yes, Sammas, I know. But it's so nice out. It's the only break I get these days." She called back to him not taking her eyes away from the scene. "Sammas" was the name she gave to the owner Sam Wendel.
"Yes, I have to agree with ya darlin', but now isn't the time. It gets progressively worse over this time of year. 'Dele, I didn't tell you a strange little man came in askin' about you the other night. Seemed interested in your 'talent'...danger if you're askin' me." Sam answered with a cautious tone.
In the distance only a few metres away, sounds and the calls of animated bustle. Thieves actively roming the streets.
"I believe it has started, this should be interesting..." Adele grinned widely.
"Now 'Dele, control yourself. It's dangerous out there." The bar owner scorned her as if she was a child.
"Now Sam...I can take care of myself." She laughed, teasing him and flashing her daggers at him.
Edit: Hell, that was long, sorry. Be specific where you are and you'll be fine :thumb:
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