Dungeon and Dragons, then X-men roleplaying forums, followed by Bleach roleplaying forums, and then a number of various fantasy based forums, personal fantasy novel writing, and finally Pathfinder, GURPS, and Sex.
Role Play Sample
Near death experiences tend to have an extensive sobering effect on someone. Especially someone who was already at least spiritual in some way. Now tack on a near death experience with a race of creatures that could just as easily turn you into some demented being like them, and it just adds all kinds of new levels to the psyche. Jocelyn still had some trouble dealing with the aftermath of the Mexico City incident. That and the frequent plaguing of dragons in her dreams had really gotten to her. It didn't help that every time she tried to put a shirt on that wasn't buttoned up, she was reminded of her mistakes. She kept replaying events over in her head, and although she knew there was no way she could have done anything more than she already had, she couldn't help but pick at small details.
Jocelyn was in fact, getting dressed for another call, after just only briefly having woken up. Getting her bra on was the first hint at how after months her arm still occasionally hurt. Getting on her shirt was the second reminder of the pain; she even had to grunt her way to getting it on before slinging on her duster. She strapped on a couple of knives and hand guns here and there. She recently had started melting down her own bullets to use for her colt, some of which were silver just in case to help out with eliminating any weres. She loosened up some muscles, to make sure she could move with everything she was carrying. Now when she means moving, it gets down to being able to dart across dark alleys without being snatched and being flexible enough to grab at anything that might try to latch onto you at anywhere on your body. And its no joke being that flexible.
The night air was brisk and slightly annoying at the moment. Jocelyn Rose kept getting whipped with light breezes when she stepped outside the apartment she had taken up as her place, after holing it up enough to be able to manage against various threats. Of course the order offered her something more secure but she liked finding places to stay on her own. It kept her own paranoia about the Order doing anything to her while she slept at bay, or at least comforted. And it gave her practice sometimes, when she culled out a particular building complex full of zombies or vampires or something. She also of course offered protection to those humans or what not that would find refuge in a building she cleaned out.
Human company was rather lost a lot of the time in these days. But Jocelyn found it almost crucial. Just having a laugh with a random friend she meets could be enough to keep her going that whole day. Hell, she figured something like sex would probably keep her going for a week if she ever bothered to get involved with someone. But she didn't want to think about that at the moment. She had things to kill, the least of which was time. And the last thing she needed to be thinking about was how much sex she wasn't already having. She let out a brief sigh before popping into an armored car and driving off toward an outbreak at the outskirts of New York.
Instead, Jocelyn tried to think of things like the mural she found someone painted on their apartment wall, that was still in tact. It was really beautiful, a design of roses and lilies and jungle animals moving about. A tiger was on the forefront of the mural. It was those kinds of things Jocelyn kept occupied in her mind, to keep her living. Knowing that those things could still come about some day, that they still did. That everything wasn't about blood and death and just surviving.
"Sometimes the world just needs a little art." Jocelyn mused just before smashing cleanly into a zombie that crossed right into her path.
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