Post by Locke on May 12, 2007 17:13:20 GMT -5
Character Name: Johnathon "John" Locke "The Colonel"
Roleplaying Sample:
Locke say only darkness, complete and unyielding, and he heard nothing, not even the sound of his own breathing. Darkness and silence surrounded him and for a moment he wondered if he was dead. But then the sudden, searing pain over his right eye, extending from the top of his cheek to his forehead, told him he was a live and in danger. His pale green eyes snapped open and he stared up at the piercing-blue, cloudless sky above his head. -Where am I?- He wondered silently before noticing lying on something gritty and wet. -Sand?-
Locke looked around him and realized for the first time that he was on a beach. He then noticed something else... his toes were moving. For a moment he was stunned, remaining still, unable to comprehend what he was seeing and the first thing that came to his mind was. -Where are my shoes?- It was a stupid thing to think at a time like this, but for some reason it was his first thought, but it was soon followed by a far more practical, yet jumbled, train of thought. -I...It...It's not possible. I must to be dreaming...or dead...- He tried to move it again and to his surprise it moved just like he wanted. Locke then tried to get to his feet, slowly at first, nervous and hesitant, as he sat up and then began to get up until he was standing fully straight, unsteady at first.
-What?...What's happening!...My legs...How...How am I standing?- Locke thought to himself, staring down at his legs, legs that had only moments before been useless and were now holding him up. He was still unsteady, his legs weak from years of not being used, but it seemed that with each passing second they grew stronger. Locke took a deep breath and then took one, nervous but eager step forward...and then another. He stumbled at first, unaccustomed to the movement, but after a few steps he gained his footing and his confidence grew as he steps became more steady and strong. -How is this...-
Locke didn't have time to think about the impossibilities of his situation because at that moment a black haired man called to him. He didn't understand what them man said at first, his focus taking a moment to shift from his legs to his surroundings. It was then that his hearing returned as he focused on the things around him and he was bombarded by screams and explosions that made it difficult to hear the man's words, but he was able to catch a few phrases, enough to get the general idea of his request. Something about helping a man trapped by debris. Locke ran over to help without hesitation, the action instinctive, and they soon had the debris off of the trapped man. It was only then that he realized he had ran over here, he had even used his legs to push the debris off of the man. It had been impulsive and, surprisingly, had felt normal. Still, in his mind it was wrong, it was different. It would take a while to get used to this again.
-A few days later-
-How?- Was all Locke could think as he considered his sudden, miraculous cure as he made his slow, but steady, way to the shore, standing just out of reach of the sweeping waves. His walking was strong now and none of the other forty-eight survivors on this island would ever believe that he had ever been a cripple, especially not the day of the crash, only a few days ago. He was still a bit slow, but that was in his mind, not his body. As he stared out at the sparkling water, a shade of green that matched his own eyes, he came to a decision.
This island was the only possible answer. The island had cured him, the island had given him a gift, allowed him to walk again. The island had given him back his legs, his life. Perhaps the island had decided he was worthy, had judged him and decided he would make a faithful follower. It was then that Locke decided that, no matter what, he would prove the island right, he would prove he was worthy, he would have faith. So as Locke stared out at the rushing waves he swore to serve the island in whatever way it wished... Little did he know, the island would test his faith greatly...and very soon.
Roleplaying Sample:
Locke say only darkness, complete and unyielding, and he heard nothing, not even the sound of his own breathing. Darkness and silence surrounded him and for a moment he wondered if he was dead. But then the sudden, searing pain over his right eye, extending from the top of his cheek to his forehead, told him he was a live and in danger. His pale green eyes snapped open and he stared up at the piercing-blue, cloudless sky above his head. -Where am I?- He wondered silently before noticing lying on something gritty and wet. -Sand?-
Locke looked around him and realized for the first time that he was on a beach. He then noticed something else... his toes were moving. For a moment he was stunned, remaining still, unable to comprehend what he was seeing and the first thing that came to his mind was. -Where are my shoes?- It was a stupid thing to think at a time like this, but for some reason it was his first thought, but it was soon followed by a far more practical, yet jumbled, train of thought. -I...It...It's not possible. I must to be dreaming...or dead...- He tried to move it again and to his surprise it moved just like he wanted. Locke then tried to get to his feet, slowly at first, nervous and hesitant, as he sat up and then began to get up until he was standing fully straight, unsteady at first.
-What?...What's happening!...My legs...How...How am I standing?- Locke thought to himself, staring down at his legs, legs that had only moments before been useless and were now holding him up. He was still unsteady, his legs weak from years of not being used, but it seemed that with each passing second they grew stronger. Locke took a deep breath and then took one, nervous but eager step forward...and then another. He stumbled at first, unaccustomed to the movement, but after a few steps he gained his footing and his confidence grew as he steps became more steady and strong. -How is this...-
Locke didn't have time to think about the impossibilities of his situation because at that moment a black haired man called to him. He didn't understand what them man said at first, his focus taking a moment to shift from his legs to his surroundings. It was then that his hearing returned as he focused on the things around him and he was bombarded by screams and explosions that made it difficult to hear the man's words, but he was able to catch a few phrases, enough to get the general idea of his request. Something about helping a man trapped by debris. Locke ran over to help without hesitation, the action instinctive, and they soon had the debris off of the trapped man. It was only then that he realized he had ran over here, he had even used his legs to push the debris off of the man. It had been impulsive and, surprisingly, had felt normal. Still, in his mind it was wrong, it was different. It would take a while to get used to this again.
-A few days later-
-How?- Was all Locke could think as he considered his sudden, miraculous cure as he made his slow, but steady, way to the shore, standing just out of reach of the sweeping waves. His walking was strong now and none of the other forty-eight survivors on this island would ever believe that he had ever been a cripple, especially not the day of the crash, only a few days ago. He was still a bit slow, but that was in his mind, not his body. As he stared out at the sparkling water, a shade of green that matched his own eyes, he came to a decision.
This island was the only possible answer. The island had cured him, the island had given him a gift, allowed him to walk again. The island had given him back his legs, his life. Perhaps the island had decided he was worthy, had judged him and decided he would make a faithful follower. It was then that Locke decided that, no matter what, he would prove the island right, he would prove he was worthy, he would have faith. So as Locke stared out at the rushing waves he swore to serve the island in whatever way it wished... Little did he know, the island would test his faith greatly...and very soon.