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Graficcha
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Name: Graficcha /Graf

Roleplaying Experience: I've written/thought up stories for a long time, until I started by first actual RP on Gaia about three years back. 1,5 years ago I started RPing up a storm, and never stopped.

Preferred Roleplay Style: Fantasy/Modern/Crossovers

Roleplaying Sample:
An actual RP sample (this is a very recent one, in a literate-loose Gaia Breedables forum)

An actual writing sample:

Warm rocks strewn around the red earth, patches of dry grass and cacti, and a vibrant red sun sinking lower and lower in the west, announcing the coming of the cold night. This was where a lone ranger was leaving a trail of upswept dust in his wake. Looking ahead into the direction where he was headed, there wasn't much to see. More rocks, and more sand, and the occasional lizard deciding it was time to stop basking and hide before a bird of prey came soaring over for a late meal. Following the cloud of red back, it was clear he came from a nearby inhabited place though, as all men tended to come. Humans were civilised and homely these days, and it was rare to catch one far from their dwellings.

In the early evening on the prairie plains, familiar sounds played over the field from the little town. A dusty, warm place it was, straight from the Wild West movies with pistol-wielding bandits and righteous sheriffs. This small community had no such armed troublemakers residing at this time, and the worst threats to peace were gossipping churchgoers and the occasional young man having a rowdy moment.
It had been a modest Sunday, and in the early summer heat, most people had spent the day hopping around from shade to shade or taking sweaty naps indoors. At this time, people were having dinner in their homes or finishing their game of poker in the pub, to settle down for the night. What could it be that drove our lone ranger out into the grand outdoors at this time? His siblings had briefly looked around town, the two eldest brothers, young, virile men, trying find their youngest, his sister checking the house they lived in. Eightteen-year old boys didn't disappear into thin air, and nobody thought he had either. It had been a hard day for him today, his mother knew, calmly appeasing her husband with soothing words not to bear a grudge at her dreamer of a son for needing some time alone.

Away from the ruckus he'd left behind, the lost son had settled down on a large rock outcrop, leaning back on his arms with a long, heartfelt sigh. The sullen sound got lost in the heavy air, taken away by a low, hot breeze sweeping over the sand. So there he was, Rekkun Felis. Third child of the well-loved Felis family, named by his late grandmother. To be frank, everyone in town wondered what had made the old hag propose such a name. The last name she'd given to a newly-born relative was Cookie, and the proud bearer of that nomen was Rekkun's younger sister. Even if Rekkun had been entered in the town registry under the name, not even his own mother called him that.
He was San.

(( The rest of this, with actual dialogue in it, you can find posted here.))
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The Redneck, the Cynic, the Nerd, and the Hopeless Romantic

(Approved) Welcome to the site, and glad to have you with us. Feel free to post an intro and in the roleplays.
"I mourn that which may have been but will never be."

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