Kira Rouge

[kirarouge]

Hello all you wonderful role players! My name's Ash! Or, if you know me on Gaia, Kiss. OR, if you've just met me here on Portray, Kira. Any of the above nicknames will suffice. I'm a female, obviously...though I question whether I truly act like one. But that's another story for another time.

I am one of the moderators of this site...even though this is my first time on an RP board/site. The majority of my role playing experience comes from Gaia. I feel very privileged to have been given this position and I hope I won't be too much of an annoyance. ^.^ So if you have any questions at all, feel free to ask me and I'll do my best to answer!

Anyway, time for some random facts about me! Yay! Let's see...I've been role playing for many, many, many years now. I believe I first started when I was around ten. I wasn't so very good back then. Never fear, however! I have improved greatly (see the RP sample...which will be in the next post). Hm...what else could I talk about...? Oh, yes, now I know! I love music. I'm a major bookworm and I love to write.

I will warn you all, however. I am extremely OCD and sometimes can have a short temper. As long as you don't do something to make me mad, we'll be fine! ^.^ There are only a few things that annoy me in this world so don't worry about it too much. You'd have to do something REALLY bad to tick me off. On the other hand, I'm also very helpful and, as stated above, if anyone needs anything, I'll do my best to give suggestions, advice, or instruction. ^.^

I honestly don't have a favorite genre of role play. I will take part in almost anything. In the past, I've done almost everything from sci-fi to reality-based role plays. I find, however, that I perform better in reality-based and fantasy role plays.

But that's enough about me! Read on to my next post for my role play sample! A little background: this post is taken from a gang role play on Gaia called "White Lies". My character is a Russian male by the name of Dimitriy Markolovic and he is the co-leader of one of the gangs in this role play. So read on, my pretties!! ^.^

[kirarouge]

The one good thing about having an apartment to yourself is that you can get up whenever you want and not have to worry about a room mate of any sort either still sleeping when it's his turn to make breakfast or wide awake and stomping around like a god damn elephant. And Dimitriy definitely wished that he had an apartment to himself because his room mate, Shiro, definitely wasn't known for being quiet in the early hours of the morning. Honestly, the male had no idea how the guy could wake up so early and be able to function until midnight like he did; it was almost inhuman and, quite frankly, annoyed the living daylights out of Dimitriy. What was worse was that sometimes, Shiro had the gall to wake him up at some ungodly hour just so he "wouldn't be lonely". For all the male cared, Shiro could basically go jump off a cliff and he wouldn't make a move out of his bed to save him. But that was only in the morning. Any other time of day, Dimitriy would throw himself out a window to save Shiro; he just wasn't a morning person.

It was one such morning at approximately 7:30. The Russian was splayed out on his bed, head under a pillow, blankets strewn on the floor, in nothing but a pair of black boxers. His mind was plagued with dreams that seemed to go on in a never ending flow, like scenes from a movie. In this dream, Dimitriy was back in Russia, following his older brother to that dark, dank alley...the night that essentially changed his life. The child version of Dimitriy was hunched down behind a garbage can, watching the entire scene unfold. Vlad walked to meet the group of three men and stood before them. 'Вы последние, шлюха,' one of them said, his voice deep and irritated. Vlad bowed his head slightly and let out a weak sigh. 'Огорченно, я получил потерянным, his brother replied, his voice quiet, almost worried. Dimitriy knew that his brother would never sound like that without good cause. So he crept out from his hiding spot and tried to get closer to the group. 'Вы неправомочны, another man stepped forward and spoke sourly to Vlad. 'Я знаю, огорченно,' Vlad responded, his voice now holding some forced respect. 'Препятствуйте нам двинуть дальше. Получите на ваших коленях, шлюхе,'

Nodding, Vlad did as he was told and got on his knees. The rest of the scene blurred out of focus and before Dimitriy could register what was happening, he was in a dark room. The room seemed to be rocking back and forth. That was when he realized that he was in the cargo bay of the ship he had stowed away on. He was curled up in the smallest space that he could fit in, his knees pressed against his chest and his head bowed. Not exactly the most comfortable method of transportation but the only thing he could afford at the time. He had his cell phone out in front of him, face down so he couldn't read the name on the screen as it vibrated across the floor. His brother was calling him...but he couldn't answer, it would blow his cover and it would make him lose heart. 'Я огорченн, брат. Я должен сделать это,' he murmured to himself, fighting the tears that threatened to fall. Just as his phone ceased its vibrating, Dimitriy heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Gasping softly, he grabbed his phone and curled up ever tighter, trying to make himself as small as possible so he wouldn't be seen.

It was a man...a member of the crew. The male was obviously American. Biting his lip, the Russian tried to scoot himself behind a crate but ended up knocking against it. Freezing as the sound echoed through the cargo hold, Dimitriy held his breath, praying that he wouldn't be found. Shocked, the American man looked around. 'Who's there?' he asked aloud. 'Come out, I know you're here.' Taking a deep breath, the Russia crawled out from his hiding spot, staring wide-eyed at the American. The American stared right back, apparently noting the fear in Dimitriy's eyes. 'Hey, it's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you,' he said gently. 'What are you doing down here?' Dimitriy didn't respond and took a few steps back. The American let out a sigh and breathed deeply for a moment. 'It's okay, you don't have to tell me. I just need you to do one thing for me. Wake up." The last two words rang out in an echo, repeating over and over...


"Hey, Dimitriy! Up and at 'em, man. You've been asleep long enough!" Shiro called loudly, shaking his shoulder rather roughly. Groaning, the Russian rolled over and let out a curse in Russian. His room mate let out a sigh and shook his head. "You're a lazy ass, you know that?" he said in an exasperated voice. "Fine. We'll do this the hard way." With that, Shiro grabbed hold of the other's legs and dragged him off of the bed. His head hit the floor with a thud and, in an instant, Dimitriy was sitting up, glaring at his room mate. "Ouch! What the hell? I don't appreciate having my head hit against the floor!" he practically screamed, hand clenching into a fist. Oh how he wanted to hit Shiro...but he wouldn't. Whether he liked it or not, the crazy guy was his friend. He would never harm his friends. Letting out another groan, he slumped his head and stared at the floor. "Get. Me. Coffee. Now." he ordered. Shiro held out a cup to him, smiling. "Already did." Dimitry took the cup and downed it in two gulps before finally standing up. "Out of my room. I need to change." Shiro nodded and respected his friend's privacy, leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

Dimitriy made his way to his dresser and pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans and his dark purple hoodie. The Russian wasn't really one to fret over his looks. Odds are, in his "line of work" he would probably end up a mess at the end of the day anyway. So why would he bother to begin with? Once he had his pants on, the male pulled his hoodie on and zipped it up half way, leaving the upper part of his chest exposed. Then he grabbed his hi-topped sneakers and pulled them on, not bothering to tie them since he had cut the laces long ago. As he left his room, he put his two Swiss Army knives in either shoe and his brass knuckles in his pocket. "Never know when I'm going to need them," he murmured to himself as he walked out of his room. Shiro had left while he was changing, probably heading to work. Just like he should be doing. But today he just didn't feel like going to the restaurant and waiting on assholes who wanted to give him a hard time. So he grabbed his phone from the kitchen counter and called his boss. "Hello? Yes it's Dimitriy," he said in his best sickly and weak voice. "If it isn't obvious to you already, I'm terribly ill. Can't even get out of bed. So I won't be coming in." Without waiting for a response, the Russian hung up on his boss and headed out the door.

Once he had gotten out of his apartment building, the male paused to look either way down the street. He wasn't exactly sure where he wanted to go. Scratching the back of his head, Dimitriy let out another sigh. "It would help if I had somewhere to go...oh well, I'll just head to the park, I suppose," he said to himself. With that, the male took off down the street in the direction of the park. If anyone needed him, they could always call him. It wasn't as if he was unreachable. Part of him wished he could get into a fight or something right now, just so he would have something to do. "Wishful thinking," Dimitriy muttered as he dodged the other people on the sidewalk with his head down.

[Siv]

Welcome Ash or Kira - which one do you prefer?
I must agree, if you used to be bad at RP you improved, because that sample is definitely not bad at all.

[The Chels]

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