Post by Rex Martell on Jul 17, 2006 23:44:34 GMT -5
Name: Rex Martell
Preferred Position(s): Keeper and Captain
Preferred Team(s): 1. Ravenclaw
Experience: I PMed them...
References: I PMed them to you, Reid
Sample Roleplays for preferred position:
*Rex raced across the pitch, taking his broom to its highest speeds. The match had just begun. He circled the hoops, showing off to the crowd. After calming down, he saw the the Slytherin's had the quaffle and were coming his way. Hands gripped hard on the broom in front of him, he let the back end lift down and pulled up on the front. He adjusted his arms so he would be able to grasp the quaffle as it whizzed towards him. He was ready for whatever came his way. After winking his captain, he gave a smirk towards the chaser.*
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*As the quaffle whizzed towards him, he pulled his broom to the left hoop. He reached for where he projected the quaffle to go. As he stretched he hand, his foot slipped. He lost control of his broom as it flew back to a horizontal position. Holding himself with just his left hand, he caught the quaffle in his right. He looked around and saw a chaser nearby. Tossing it in the chaser's direction, he propelled his body back up and over the broom. He returned to the front of the hoops, awaiting the next play, with his fingers crossed in hopes that the chaser would receive his quaffle without interception*
Preferred Position(s): Keeper and Captain
Preferred Team(s): 1. Ravenclaw
Experience: I PMed them...
References: I PMed them to you, Reid
Sample Roleplays for preferred position:
*Rex raced across the pitch, taking his broom to its highest speeds. The match had just begun. He circled the hoops, showing off to the crowd. After calming down, he saw the the Slytherin's had the quaffle and were coming his way. Hands gripped hard on the broom in front of him, he let the back end lift down and pulled up on the front. He adjusted his arms so he would be able to grasp the quaffle as it whizzed towards him. He was ready for whatever came his way. After winking his captain, he gave a smirk towards the chaser.*
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*As the quaffle whizzed towards him, he pulled his broom to the left hoop. He reached for where he projected the quaffle to go. As he stretched he hand, his foot slipped. He lost control of his broom as it flew back to a horizontal position. Holding himself with just his left hand, he caught the quaffle in his right. He looked around and saw a chaser nearby. Tossing it in the chaser's direction, he propelled his body back up and over the broom. He returned to the front of the hoops, awaiting the next play, with his fingers crossed in hopes that the chaser would receive his quaffle without interception*