Comics, Anime, Video Games, and drawing. I'm a big kid, lol.
Typist's Role Play History
Been into RPing since I was about 15 through Yahoo Groups. Mostly anime oriented RP's, but I'm a fan of comic books and videogames aswell. Pretty much anything scifi or fantasy.
Role Play Sample
Wes' eyes darted left and right as he turned his head on a swivel, taking in everything he could. His right hand tightened around the backpack strap over his right shoulder. His palms were getting clammy, which made holding on to his bag increasingly difficult.
"Okay... okay. First day of the rest of my life. This is the place that's gonna turn me from mild mannered Everyman into some sorta mutant superhero." mumbled the apprehensive young man as he began to walk. His footsteps echoed on the pristine marble beneath him.
The screeching of the rubber soles of his shoes brought unwanted attention his way, as random passers by glanced at him. It was natural curiousity, but like usual, it made Wes feel as if he was being judged. Like he had no business being there. And if he were completely honest with himself... he didn't have any business being there.
These men and women were Magus according to the paperwork he was allowed to research. They were trained to perform all kinds of mystical feats the likes of which Wesley could only dream of. They were soldiers as well, tasked with using these powers to protect humanity. It wasn't the same kind of apprehension he felt in high school where he avoided the center of the lunch room because it was reserved for the jocks and the beautiful people. This was a different kind of inferiority complex. This was the kind of humbling air you feel when you meet someone you're convinced are better than you in every concievable way.
After a deep sigh, Wesley shook his head before looking down at his sneakers. He started his trek toward the end of the hall again. What was Wes doing with his life? He wasted it away doodling and playing video games. Even his furthered education was wasted on the pursuit of arts, much to his father's dismay. But these people... they were being trained to be modern day Merlins! Images of men and women performing colossal displays of magical prowess bombarded Wesley's nerd mind. His vivid imagination ran away with him, and it began psyching him up for the future. He imagined people levitating cars with their minds... shapeshifting into animals... manipulating elements at a whim... it was all scary, but amazing.
A slow smile spread along Wes' face as his gaze slowly rose back up to take in the image of large wooden double doors. He had an opportunity here. The chance to become something special. And he wouldn't waste it. With fists clenched tight he pressed on and knocked on the door.