God Tryouts

[Valium]

Mkay, since a god has unfortunately disappeared we need someone to step up so we're doing tryouts for the god. Fire god. I hate doing this but for things to move forward it has to be done. Anyway... The god will have predetermined rules/guidlines. You will simply post a roleplay sample as if you were to have the god. Whoever plays the god the best will then become in charge of everything else a god is in charge of. So first off here we go.


Fire god Bio. Note it's the very first reply to the tryout thread.

And onto the form.

[b]Name;[/b] Your name
[b]Level;[/b] Roleplay level
[b]Activity;[/b] Usual activity on a roleplay.
[b]Roleplay Sample;[/b] Earnestly I'm asking for maybe a 250 word count at minimum. It might be a bit steep but the god's are important creatures.

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Good luck to you all!

[denveromelette]

Name; DenverOmelette. (Omelette for my nickname)
Level; Advanced, but my style is very storyteller/novelist. I won't use "role play words". I like to write in a way that could create a good book. But I have nothing against other styles.
Activity; I can log in almost everyday and post at least every other day
Role play Sample; ooc:So I searched the site for a description and name of him, and all I saw was the name Overis under the fire picture. So in my mind he is a well muscled and medium height quarter horse. I wanted him to virtually be fire. And quarter horses are quick and can turn on a dime, reminding me of flames. He's red like fire, a flaxen mane and tail like the sun. A white face and legs with one blue eye to represent the unpredictability of fire. And a personality that can spark up or die down at any moment to match. Just thought I'd give you a heads up on my vision for him! If he already exist differently to you, then tell me and I guess I'll repost. Thanks for giving me a chance though :) I also wrote it with another horse in there so I could show you some interaction, but don't worry. I know not to god-mode and power play when I'm really role-playing.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. The two-beat song was the only audible sound over a large expanse of sand. Its composer the only being around and on his own... At least to the naive mind. He knew better. He knew the life under this sand, the small reptile sun-bathing a few feet behind, the hardy and petite fox trying its best to no be seen on the other side of a dune to his right. He knew that in the direction he was headed, only about a fifteen minute canter away, was a bridge. This bridge would be long and narrow and many would have trouble traversing it, but he will make it. There is no doubt about it. With the realization that he is so near, he picks up the pace.

Thud-thud-thud. Thud-thud-thud. A waltz. Graceful an quick legged. He has gone from composer to dancer. Muscled hindquarters reach deep under his barrel, his thick chest and sloped shoulder slinging his front legs forward. He doesn't lift his knees high, but maintains the motion of an elegant rocking horse. In this way he is covering ground quickly, not using much energy. Not that he has anything in the world to worry about. An eerie sound rings above, but does not break his concentration nor the smoothness of his dance. It's a buzzard. She longs and hopes for this lonely equine to perish in the fiery desert.

"Quiet yourself and fly elsewhere, bird, for I will not die today. You shall never feast upon my carcass. I smelt a dying fox, travel south and you might satisfy yourself." The powerful stud spoke with calmness, but the buzzard understands. She detects the capricious spirit in his voice. Scent carries her in a new direction, never knowing the importance of the equine with whom she had an ephemeral meeting. He will never die.

And so the important figure continues his determined lope. He makes no effort too look important and strong, but there's no need. His flaming chestnut coat reflects the sun off his back, although he is sprinkled with dust and dirt. His mane and tail stream along, tangling and swaying like the fire that bursts off the sun's surface. The smooth movement is caused by spectacular build. Straight, proportional legs (white up the cannon bone except for his right hind) are the foundation for a muscular body. His low-set tail and sloping hip are tied into a strong loin and a short back, leading to angled shoulders and a wide chest. A thin neck ties gracefully to the middle of his chest, tapering to a thin throat latch and smart face. His face is sculpted beautifully, adding beauty and wildness to his powerful figure. It is short with a straight profile, boasting a wide forehead and small muzzle, the jowls thick with testosterone. A wide blaze covers his face, touching a bright blue left eye. His bearing is that of power that can change direction at any moment, like fire engulfing foliage.

I'm coming.
Home is calling to this prevailing spirit. He is nearing the bridge. Flames are jumping at intervals and licking the pathway. The sight and the increased heat tickling his senses excites the stud. He halts, lifts his nose to the air to smell the familiar air, them bounds forward with power and the flick his head. His heels kick up and strike at the sun as he gallops full speed. Only feet away from his bridge and a couple miles from his city, he is halted by a new sound and smell.

Nose in the air, tail flagging, and prancing a springy trot, he turns to see another stud. The newcomer is black and towering, with long and voluminous mane and tail. Dark eyes glare at him with disdain. The red stallion, in all his wisdom, knows that the other has never been to the City of Agni before. He is a fellow equine of fire, harboring skill and strength. He could be a great attribute to the kingdom of fire, and should be helped to make the journey.

"Hello, stranger. I know this path and the city it leads to well. If plummeting from the bridge to your death doesn't sound pleasing, let me lead and follow my every step." So spoke the chestnut steed with authority and bluntness.

"I'll do no such thing. I can take myself across. Do you take me to be weak?" The ebony one spoke with hostility and before his elder could answer, he lunged forward with teeth barred. The crimson one arches his neck and strikes out with his foreleg, and in a split second is engulfed in flames. The other backs off, not wanting to touch this fiery silhouette. The flame dies down, its mastermind showing his face and eyes filled with anger. His attacker catches this expression and pins his ears in matched anger. He prepared to make a move again, but the red stallion rears and strikes with his forelegs in the air. A center ring is conjured and surrounds the tall, black horse. He spins in frantic circles with no way out, the flames nearly touching every part of his body. There's no escape. Over the roaring flames he can hear the chestnut say:

I am Overis. God of fire. You have foolishly challenged me without knowing who I am. Now why would I spare the life of on so provincial?"

The ebony horse is stunned silent. Overis paces around the circle, his blue eye blazing and sun kissed tendrils dancing in a breeze.

He is fire.

[madison100]

[/img]I know I'n new but I'm taking a shot at this.
Name: Madison Hoffer
Level: Beginer
Activity: I can get on evrey day and post evrey day.
Role Play Smaple: A lot of people would picture hime to be black but I picture him to be a liquid fire chestnut. He is uncontrolable like fire, veary wild. Flowing main and tail like golden flamse but he has dark eye's with burning ember's that glow in the center. He is unique and handsome.

The dew in the air was making my coat damp. I stood in a small clearing in the deep of the wood's. My hoovs sank into the soft earth beaneth me. Golden and red strand's of main danced in the cool breeze. A single raindrop hit my nose, then another, then another. I walked on threw the wood fadding into the mist. The sunlight was hidden by the roof of the tree's. Before steping into a new clearing I stoped. Dancing in the mist was a ghostly gray. Only awaer of her gentl, graceful movement's. I watched as she danced. Steping into the sunlight I showed myself. She amideitly stoped, with a surprised stare. My coat burned like liquied fire in the sun light. The long strands or rippling main glowed brightly. She bowed her head in respect I bowed mine. We raised are head's at the same time. "My I dance with you?" I asked. "You may." she said. Her voice gentle and had a musical ring to it. Mine was strong and powerful. We both took a step toured each other. I stoped so did she. We circled the clearing not taking are eye's off each othere. Then we danced fire and water, the forest and sun the only whitneses. We placed are hoovs lightly on the ground, are main's and tail's flowing around us when we spun or jumped quickly. We came face to face walking slowly in a circle, her soft cool eye's met my hard burning one's. We lowerd are head's bowing in the end, the heat beating down upon our strong back's. The dance of water and fire is now over. I look up to see she is disapearing into the mist, when I must turn and disapear into the dark humid forest. She turn's and say's "I shall never dance with fire again." Puzzled I watch her walk away and fade into the forest. Awed by her I stand alone in the clearning. So a God of Fire can be tamed, but not for long. I turn in a bounding rush, my leg's snapping at the ground and folding under me. I will see her again but I will not interupt the dance. I will watch and let the fire inside me consume me. For I am fire.
Short but I think it's OK not like the othere girl she spent time on her's. I spent a hour on mine, pretty sad. But I think it's good, thanks for giving me a chance.