If you really want to host a roleplay, host it somewhere else. This isn't the proper place to do something, as the community unfortunately isn't as experienced or organized as other places that are more suited to this kind of thing. However, you have the option if you so choose.

Just my two cents, roleplay hosting here seems to have become sort of a bandwagon.

To be fair, she's only insane when she has the mask on.

I tried to join a roleplay website, but APPARENTLY they don't like my first-person present-tense writing style. Looks like my attention will be undivided here now...

I think I checked that one out....

But no, it was planetminecraft.com forums. My writing style "doesn't make sense" even though that's the same writing style of the Hunger Games. -.-

Get outta town XD!

Me and my friends might make a minecraft mulriplayer server during the summer.

Maybe an opinion is better when stated once...?

HELLO?

Name: Gwenyvier Valentine
Gender: female
Age: top secret! She's sensitive about that.
Gear: volcanic iron crowbar, Shield Bracelet, Radiant Silvermail woven into her garments, True Love Locket on a sun silver necklace, a pair of bolted daggers (~Bolted Blades), mobile handheld dual-portal device, Sealed Sword (broken near the hilt)
Appearance
Alliance: Alpha, but not hostile to Beta
Powers: force fields, fire
Personality: she is usually serious, and has an intelligent sense of humor. She is assertive, smart, and strong, but has rash tendencies that can get her in trouble. She becomes shy and awkward around someone she has a crush on.
Biography: When the crisis hit, her family was one of the few that benefitted. Her father, Lance Valentine, is a blacksmith, renowned for being able to make and repair gear without the aid of crystal energy or a crafting machine. His services became invaluable, and he made a small fortune just doing repair work alone. He sometimes offers services for free. Gwen's mother, Evera Valentine, is an expert seamstress, chef, and mom. She is a highly-reputable woman, and looked up to by everyone who knows her. Gwen's brother, Arthur Valentine, went missing several years ago without leaving a trace. He was shy, kindly, and geeky, but had a weakness for pretty women. Gwen's family is still alive and kicking (sorry folks, no sob story here. Move along!).

When Gwen was about 9 years old, she volunteered her services to Biscotti in the Spiral Bakery. She became such an invaluable helper and companion that she was quickly promoted to Sous Chef. When the crisis hit (she was 14 cycles of age by then), she and Biscotti began giving free food to the hungry survivors. However, Biscotti mysteriously disappeared one night, so Lance had Gwen stay home and help him with his work.

She routinely ventures into the Clockworks to gather materials for Lance's work. If she gathers the needed materials early enough, she spend her free time searching for the other half of her Sealed Sword, and occasionally reads literature. She is fond of poetry.

In honesty, I like this more than my RP, which is going to get nowhere because I rushed it...

Liminori, I am following your lead....

Song

I walk through the raining forest, and lift up my head. Waiting...always waiting...

I only did it because I admire your idea *-*

Gwen lightly stepped into the valley and peered through the fog. Father told her that there were shards lodged in there, but she had to be careful, as the place was a ripe hunting ground for ill-intentioned knights. She felt the walls and quickly found a sun shard.

Suddenly, she thought she heard a clanking sound. She gripped her crowbar, dropped to the ground and listened intently.

Someone was definitely there. Hoping to dissuade her would-be attacker, she began to softly sing a hymn. Her voice began to quiver as the footfalls drew closer.

Maybe.

You performed a power play on Gwen by writing in her response. As beneficial as it seems to have her deflect the attack, I had other plans in mind. See, here are the options I had:

1. If Ethan's attack is deflected, the story could continue with:
*a fight that ends neutrally. Both characters leave hating each other.
*a character dies fighting, opening up a revenge plot (her father)

2. But if Ethan's attack connects, the story could continue with:
*she dies without having hurt Ethan, allowing a more powerful regret or revenge plot
*she is gravely injured, possibly maiming her for life and allowing a story of recovery against the odds
*she is merely knocked out, and Ethan regrets it upon seeing how pretty she is, allowing a possible romance plot

There are other interesting options available for both outcomes, but they are of higher quality if #2 occurred. Do you mind editing out the power play?

OOC: in Gwen's bag are the following items:
*a light shard that she just acquired (rare & cheap)
*two pieces of scrap metal (common & cheap)
*a bronze bolt (common & cheap)
*a dirty crown that she picked up off the street (common & valuable)
*a broken sealed sword (rare & worthless)

BIC: the pommel of the knight's sword struck her over the head. There was a cracking sound (her skull?) and a spray of blood, then a thump as she hit the ground.

She awoke to find herself in a small cave that was littered with various items of value. She rubbed her sore head, and it felt moist. She pulled back her hand to find it covered in blood. She felt her wound, and found a noticeable crack. Disgusted and worried, she let out a groan, turned over in the blanket, and drew her knees closer to her chest.

Not far away stood a cute blue-haired young man, dressed in gray and wearing a long, black cloak. She wanted to ask him what happened and how she got here, but all that came out was another pained groan.

Name: Theodore Gestalt

Gender: Male

Age: 14

Gear(Broken -> Poor -> Passable -> Fair -> Good -> Pristine): Spiral Plate Mail (Fair); Cobalt Helm (Fair);

Appearance: A young boy with jet-black hair, and cobalt-blue eyes. He's about 5'5, and weighs a mere 100 pounds. His build is lean, and he isn't a pushover on a first impression.

Alliance: Alpha, but susceptible to change.

Powers: He has a curious device stuck to his left wrist, which activates a sort of tower shield. It's slightly stronger than a Plate Shield's defense, and can be a serious weapon when he shield-charges. The device itself doesn't seem to be breakable with the current crude equipment of the villages, but its abilities strengthens in accordance to the user. It can be taken off, but it leaves a serious burn scar on the former user.

Personality: A sort of independent soul would describe Theo. Not a conventional thinker, but he is slightly above average intelligence. He is polite, thoughtful, and considerate, but on occasion, he may make a rude remark for his own amusement. Curious, but he respects morals and laws highly.

Biography:

When the event came, Theodore was only a small child, belonging to a family of doctors and medical staff. Of course, Haven back then was already a militaristic society, and so he was exposed to a lot of traumatic sights. None of them scarred him. Rather, he grew up with these gruesome sights, and learned from his parents how to steel himself.

Of course, it got a hell of a lot more chaotic when the Swarm invaded. His family fled in terror, and by a sheer amount of luck allowed Theo's family to outlast everyone else's, and they finally arrived to the early "Alpha" camp, as it would be known later. There, he was usually left to his own devices; school did not exist, and his parents were busy keeping people alive. However, he wasn't a very good socializer either, and he could usually be found alone, fiddling with a drawing or something of the like.

When he was eight years old, he accidentally stumbled upon an old Plate Shield, and took it apart for fun. When he tried to put it back together, it turned out to be a sort of vambrace, which he decided to outfit it on a (stolen) belt.

His family, being doctors, accumulated wealth quickly enough to buy Theo his very own armor on his thirteenth birthday, an enormous responsibility for a kid. For a while, he was envied by the other kids, but after they realized how slow and bulky it was, it became more of joke than an admiration. Theo didn't mind nor care; he was too busy doing his own business, whatever it was.

Not yet ready to trust the odd girl, Lance replied, "If we had a choice in the matter, you may not come with us, but we can't exactly stop you." They departed back through the valley, and Gwen waved to Ethan as they disappeared into the fog.

When they got home, Evera applied herbs and medicines to Gwen's wounded head after cleaning it. It was actually very relaxing, and Gwen soon fell asleep on the couch. When she finished, Evera started to wonder about that boy, Archemiday. He seemed unsure of himself, as if he was...hiding...something. She began to wash the dishes to get her mind off of the matter.
__________

Daylight broke, and a cheerful girl scampered out the door as if nothing in the world had gone wrong, ready to fetch more materials for her father's work.

Alice lay on the roof of the household, which belonged to Gwen's family.
Did she know who they were? No. However, she was hoping to prove her usefulness, prove that she was not a psychopath.

All she knew was that she had possibly found a reason to live.
Soon, a person left the house. Alice jumped off of the roof. "How long have you been up there? The whole night. I was hoping to help you with whatever errand that you will be doing today."