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So these are roleplay samples for guild applications.
Quick note: I use italics for thought and " " for speech, I prefer the 3rd person style of Roleplay.


1)General Fantasy

A Battle Shaman had a lot to do everyday: divine, train, teach. It was all part of a life that many were not cut out for, but Teles had been bought up to walk this path from the day she was born.
She walked through the village towards the cleared area used for training the warriors and teaching the children.
Her staff was a weapon as well as a symbol of office. A lone wooded pole with an obsidian spear tip at one end and an obsidian disk on the other. Several shards of crystal jutted out from the disk in an arc, forming a half circle from the top shard to the haft of the weapon. It was a difficult weapon to master and maintain, and while she could use it, she was not an expert, very few shamans ever were.
In the clearing she saw the group of children she was expecting.
When they saw her, they bowed.
"Ahkrim Nakem." she said
"Ahkrim Teles Sha." they chorused in response.
"Today I will show you the balance of life, how you should live to make the most out of what we have been given."
And the lesson began.
Take only what you need.
If you end up with more share with those who have less.
Use everything from what you hunt.
Do not promise more than you can give.
Help those in need.
Follow your lifepath with pride.
These were all teachings that had been passed down for generations, and now the next generation were learning.


2) Modern fanstasy.

This ... isn't ... happening ... this just ... isn't ... happening.
Pain flared up with each step as Ryen ran through the back alleys of London, he knew nothing about his persuers, only that they were fast, agile, and drank blood.
Vampires ... don't ... exist.
He continued running, fear overpowering the pain, exhaustion and sense of direction.
He saw flickers of movement in the far reaches of his vision, but kept running, he had no option.
"Ahhhh" he fell hard on the ground, tasted blood, then the world was swallowed by blackness.


3) Modern

(Quick note, I also have a couple of smaller RP samples in my journal)


The thumping of his heart, the patter of rain, the splashing of his feet as they hit the ground. Those were the only noises Daren was aware of as he ran through the lonely nighttime streets.
His soaked clothes - a short sleeved shirt; a pair of jeans; socks and trainers - clung to him. They robbed him of much needed warmth, and energy.
Why Kris, why, why of all people did it have to be you?
Tears ran down Darens face, mixing with the rain drops that were already there.
He brushed a few strands of blond hair from over his vivid green eyes, and continued his desperate race.
He tripped over a drain grille and fell hard, the cracking of a broken arm was followed by blissful darkness.

......
A summer day, two young men sitting on a bench together wearing cricket whites.
"Come on Daren it'll be fun." the taller man said, his spikey black hair ruffled in the breeze, as he turned his tanned face and looked at Daren with big puppy dog eyes.
"Oh alright Kris, you can stop looking at me like that now."

......

An alley behind a nightclub, the warm fuzzy sensation of having drunk a little too much, the feel of something soft against his lips.
"Mmm..." It feels good, something warm and moist is gently running along his lips, Daren opens his mouth and lets it gently probe and explore.
The sensation stops, the drunken blur resolves itself slightly,
"Kris, we shouldn't be... hah!" He could feel his "friend's" lips on his neck teasing his pulse point.
"This is...ohh."
The world blurrs again as his "friend's" hands move lower.

......

A cold winter night outside the same nightclub, waiting in the queue. Someone pushing past Kris.
"Excuse me, there's a queue here."
"F*** off!" The guy pushes Kris in the chest, he falls back against Daren, still.
"OH MY GOD HE'S KILLED HIM!" the girl in front screams as she sees the blood stain, slowly spreading from the knife wound.
"Kris?" Daren tried to wake his lover, "Kris!? KRIS!?" he feels weak and stumbles away from the queue as the bouncers wrestle with the killer.
His gut churning with revulsion and dread he loses his grip and begins to run. He doesn't know where he'll run to, only that running will get him away from the fact Kris was gone.

......

"We found him about a mile away from the scene of the crime, eyewhitness statements say he caught the body, then fled in a blind panic. His ID names him as Daren Jameson, age 19, residing in Moss Road, number 24."
"Same as the victim, probably the shock of seeing his bast mate being killed, it happens."
The room was a cold white colour, with the smell of antiseptic.
"What happened, where am I?... Kris, where's Kris?!" the room began to spin, his stomach felt like it was going to leap out of his mouth any second, then darkness engulfed him again.