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RP Samples [Topped Post]
First Person Stuff
Jonas Hale attheavalonschool
For those of you that know me, know that music is possibly the best thing in my life. I've got my mother to thank for that, though. When I was seven years old she bestowed upon me my first guitar and got me into lessons. I was positively thrilled when it happened and dived right into the study of music. Yes, I regret that my rigorous studies as a child kept me from being very social...but I believe it paid off in the end.
I adore music, in just about every form and genre. It's universal and completely endless. There are always new things to do; new instruments and new sounds to add to the old. I joined the high school marching band on trumpet when I became a freshman in high school. It was the most amazing thing I ever experienced. Our marching band had just about 100 members in it, including the pit, drum line and Colour guard. We practiced just about every evening during the week, including a two week band camp in August where in we spent 12 hours every day working on the music and drill.
It was hard work, but when we got on that field...there was nothing like it. 100 different people, all from different backgrounds playing instruments as unique as themselves coming together to make something absolutely beautiful and perfect even if there were imperfections. I remember those days like they were yesterday, and do regret I didn't continue on in college but came to realize I had other things to pursue.
I also remember the time I went to the U2 concert with my mother. Watching Bono, the Edge, Adam Clayton and Larry Mullen JR up on that stage singing and playing their hearts out was like nothing I had ever seen. There was a connection with them and their audience that was unexplainable and yet so utterly touching that during 'In the name of love' there were tears in even the toughest looking man's eye. For U2 and other bands, music is their life. Their drug. Their very essence. Music gives them purpose and I honestly believe the majority of the world has yet to understand how powerful music really is.
If I'm ever lucky enough to have a child...I hope they'll love music as much as I do.
John Watson
As Christmas draws nearer and nearer, I've been contemplating what it means to me. As a nipper, I was brought up strictly catholic. This, of course, meant big Christmases where the whole family would get together. We'd go to the Midnight service together and I, a bright eyed youth, would sit quietly and do as I was told. Honestly, I don't remember much of those days. Just the smell of candles and elderly citizens, and the low murmur of off key singing from the audience as the choir itself struggled to stay in tune.
Still, even as a child I never really knew what Christmas was. I could never understand the concept, really. I'd always refer to it as "Jesus' birthday", even though I wasn't quite sure who this "Jesus" character was or why the whole world celebrated his birthday.
Of course, like many children, as I grew older I grew away from the religion. I was out of the house at 18, enlisted in the army. The Christmases I spent over seas were possibly the most impacting.
One Christmas sticks out more than the others. The bombs had ceased to go off on either side, and the gunfire had fallen quiet. I was in the medical wing of our base, caring for the ill and dying. To me, the fact it was Christmas meant nothing. Yes, they'd put up a few fake Christmas trees and stockings to make it feel more homely, but I still didn't get into the spirit. How could I? When there were a dozen men in pain around me. I could only do so much.
Later in the evening, one man caught my attention. He was holding(in his one good hand since the other was heavily bandaged and in a sling) a small plastic snow globe. It caught my curiosity on the account the rest of the men were asleep and I, quietly, questioned him about it.
He was a private, who'd left a family behind to serve his country. His wife and baby girl were back at home, and before he had left his little girl had given him the snow globe. Apparently he kept it on him at all times, simply so he'd remember what was waiting for him at home. It wasn't exactly a Christmas story, but I decided that night that Christmas is...about the people you love. When all else goes to hell and seems meaningless, I just need to focus on the people around me who care.
So I am going to go enjoy Christmas with my lover and quite possibly get fucked into the mattress...and I'm proud to admit it.
Merry Christmas everyone.
Third Person Logs
House/Wilson in which I play Wilson
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Sherlock/Watson in which I play Watson
This way
Kalli/Reinette in which I play Kalli
This way
Kalli/Reinette/Doctor in which I play Kalli
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Example of a single character piece
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First Person Stuff
Jonas Hale at
theavalonschoolFor those of you that know me, know that music is possibly the best thing in my life. I've got my mother to thank for that, though. When I was seven years old she bestowed upon me my first guitar and got me into lessons. I was positively thrilled when it happened and dived right into the study of music. Yes, I regret that my rigorous studies as a child kept me from being very social...but I believe it paid off in the end.
I adore music, in just about every form and genre. It's universal and completely endless. There are always new things to do; new instruments and new sounds to add to the old. I joined the high school marching band on trumpet when I became a freshman in high school. It was the most amazing thing I ever experienced. Our marching band had just about 100 members in it, including the pit, drum line and Colour guard. We practiced just about every evening during the week, including a two week band camp in August where in we spent 12 hours every day working on the music and drill.
It was hard work, but when we got on that field...there was nothing like it. 100 different people, all from different backgrounds playing instruments as unique as themselves coming together to make something absolutely beautiful and perfect even if there were imperfections. I remember those days like they were yesterday, and do regret I didn't continue on in college but came to realize I had other things to pursue.
I also remember the time I went to the U2 concert with my mother. Watching Bono, the Edge, Adam Clayton and Larry Mullen JR up on that stage singing and playing their hearts out was like nothing I had ever seen. There was a connection with them and their audience that was unexplainable and yet so utterly touching that during 'In the name of love' there were tears in even the toughest looking man's eye. For U2 and other bands, music is their life. Their drug. Their very essence. Music gives them purpose and I honestly believe the majority of the world has yet to understand how powerful music really is.
If I'm ever lucky enough to have a child...I hope they'll love music as much as I do.
John Watson
As Christmas draws nearer and nearer, I've been contemplating what it means to me. As a nipper, I was brought up strictly catholic. This, of course, meant big Christmases where the whole family would get together. We'd go to the Midnight service together and I, a bright eyed youth, would sit quietly and do as I was told. Honestly, I don't remember much of those days. Just the smell of candles and elderly citizens, and the low murmur of off key singing from the audience as the choir itself struggled to stay in tune.
Still, even as a child I never really knew what Christmas was. I could never understand the concept, really. I'd always refer to it as "Jesus' birthday", even though I wasn't quite sure who this "Jesus" character was or why the whole world celebrated his birthday.
Of course, like many children, as I grew older I grew away from the religion. I was out of the house at 18, enlisted in the army. The Christmases I spent over seas were possibly the most impacting.
One Christmas sticks out more than the others. The bombs had ceased to go off on either side, and the gunfire had fallen quiet. I was in the medical wing of our base, caring for the ill and dying. To me, the fact it was Christmas meant nothing. Yes, they'd put up a few fake Christmas trees and stockings to make it feel more homely, but I still didn't get into the spirit. How could I? When there were a dozen men in pain around me. I could only do so much.
Later in the evening, one man caught my attention. He was holding(in his one good hand since the other was heavily bandaged and in a sling) a small plastic snow globe. It caught my curiosity on the account the rest of the men were asleep and I, quietly, questioned him about it.
He was a private, who'd left a family behind to serve his country. His wife and baby girl were back at home, and before he had left his little girl had given him the snow globe. Apparently he kept it on him at all times, simply so he'd remember what was waiting for him at home. It wasn't exactly a Christmas story, but I decided that night that Christmas is...about the people you love. When all else goes to hell and seems meaningless, I just need to focus on the people around me who care.
So I am going to go enjoy Christmas with my lover and quite possibly get fucked into the mattress...and I'm proud to admit it.
Merry Christmas everyone.
Third Person Logs
House/Wilson in which I play Wilson
This way
Sherlock/Watson in which I play Watson
This way
Kalli/Reinette in which I play Kalli
This way
Kalli/Reinette/Doctor in which I play Kalli
This way
Example of a single character piece
This way