19. Tolkeer Crowfjord

He’s my most well-developed character for my RP and writings. Through RP, I created his story and played him in a present-tense. He has a very pessimistic view of the world, and I’ve modeled him heavily on aspects in my own life, like his loneliness, introversion, detatchedness, and forte in human behavior. More specifically, he was me in high school. I know how he thinks, because that’s how I thought. Of course, I’m no assassin/bounty hunter who’s wanted for many crimes. But like me, he’s a product of his temperament, his experiences, and his environment. He’s cold and distant, while … Continue reading 19. Tolkeer Crowfjord

18. Roleplay Vs. Writing

I’ve been writing creatively for about 8 years. I’ve been role-playing for about four. Role-play is my favorite thing in World of Warcraft, and I love watching people roleplay. I could watch for hours, and I’ve RP’d for hours. I’ve even host roleplays and created a RP guild. But I think one of the best ways to improve in role-play is to write as if there weren’t other people around. That’s essentially the only difference between the two. Role-play is spontaneous, because it’s a conversation. You’re acting, and it’s difficult to act without another person to bounce off of unless … Continue reading 18. Roleplay Vs. Writing

17. Solitude

I’m a walking paradox. I frequently long for social interaction, but when I receive it, I want solitude. It’s like my mind decides it’s hungry, and then halfway through eating a steak, I realize I want a salad. I’ve never really wanted a salad, but that’s the point. I don’t want to always want to be alone. I enjoy talking to people, sharing thoughts on their viewpoints of things. Always wanting solitude is a double-edged sword. I’m my most productive and creative when I’m alone. There’re no interruptions to distract me, I don’t have anyone breathing down my back, and I can … Continue reading 17. Solitude

16. Richard

Let’s be honest, his name isn’t Richard. (Does anyone know a Richard anymore, anyways? I certainly don’t… Then again, I don’t get out much) I’m calling him Richard ’cause he was a dick. He used to beat my mom, break her valuables when they argued, and I was “disciplined” for things. It’s an odd sensation, being an 8 year old child and knowing you’re being abused, plain and simple. Knowing and watching your mom fear for her own safety when an argument gets out of hand. I’ve seen her and him dance around a table as he’s trying to get … Continue reading 16. Richard

15. I Hate Peanut Butter

Don’t stab me, I have my reasons. I used to like peanut butter. I also want you to know that this is a completely random topic I wanted to write about after my reflection #1. It’s 8AM and I’m hungry, so maybe that’s why I’m thinking about food. Anyways, peanut butter. When I was 6 or 7, my mom and I went on a road trip to Missouri to visit my grandparents. The catch was that we went with our neighbors. There was the mom, and the daughter, who was a couple years younger than me. So, the four of … Continue reading 15. I Hate Peanut Butter