Should DM Vouches be given for Forum Stuff?
Jan 23, 2014 16:04:38 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2014 16:04:38 GMT -5
if the vouch system becomes agreed on, should DM vouches also be possible for Forum stuff especially if people can't make events etc.?
Proposal Criteria for Forum Post Vouch (by a DM)
- 500 Words +
- Related to DM Event (whether attended or unable to)
- Related to Faction RP
- Related to IC Bio
- Shows strong RP development by way of detail, descriptiveness, discussion of thoughts/feelings etc.
Example of Vouch Worthy Post
[For full post] srweaves.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=shadowsofthepatternsr&thread=189&page=1#908
Casera by HearmeRoar (Shadows of the Pattern Bio)
Growing up for Casera had never been easy.
Most young women or old girls would probably say the same, but in Casera's case, it had been true. After all, there is not many who can say they had spent part of their childhood in both the White and the Black Tower, but such was the case of Casera and her brother Rian.
Her father was Aran Mostric, a male channeler – and a rather powerful one at that as well – and like a bad romance novel, he had fallen in love with an Aes Sedai of the Brown Ajah ; Tesiya Caniwin. Oddly enough, it would appear that she had returned his feelings, and Casera and Rian was the living, breathing proof of their union.
Casera can still remember the Towers, the contrasts of the both of them as well as the similarities. Of course, her memory could be faulty – she was still young and both her father and her mother had shielded her from the most brutal of life's realities. However, she still remembered the one time she had seen the Tree of Traitors and her father's words urging her to look away as they passed it. ..The decapitated, semi-rotten heads had been returning her gaze, and it had made her sick to the stomach. She had wanted to retch and retch until there was nothing else left.
Other things, she remembered with fondness. Being pressed tightly against the safety of her mother's bosom during thunderstorms were one of them. Or at least they wanted her to believe it was thunderstorms, but she never saw any rain, and this made her assume it was the men of the Black Tower practising at doing the one thing the White Tower had forbidden men from doing : Channeling the male half of the One Power. Saidin. Despite this, she was never really afraid. Why would you be afraid of your own father after all? Of course, the maternal safety that her mother radiated most likely had more than a little to do with it, to be honest. The smell of her perfume filling Casera's nostrils had always made her feel relaxed, calm, and she often wished she had a bottle of lilac-scented perfume lying around for the times she felt upset or down.
The White Tower had been different however. Most of her time there had been spent in fear. After the Gholam in her Father's office nearly killing them both, Casera and her brother had been whisked off to the safety of the White Tower. With no avail, it would later turn out. She still remembers her meeting with Graendal. She had been a pretty woman, though she dressed in a way that had made Casera blush. Of course, she had been too occupied with the woman not to have noticed the two black clad persons grabbing her and her brother and whisking them away through one of those gateways. The next thing she had known, she was in the Blight.. Or some-place worse, but she didn't want to think about what was worse than the Blight, if anything was. Most of the memories of that trip, she had forgotten or blocked out after she had seen the first pair of trollocs wandering past her, followed by a Myrddraal.
She knows she woke up in the White Tower again the next day, but how she got there was still fuzzy. She remembers her father playing a particularly important part in her return however. Most likely a few of his brothers from the Black Tower as well.
The next thing she knew, she was again transported out of Tar Valon. This time in secret, to a location – a farm – that would remain hidden away, where her and her brother would be raised in safety by two Aes Sedai of her Mother's Ajah.
Rilya and Elena Sedai had been nice enough, but she had hated the farm. It was so remote, so far away. And most of all, she missed her mother! The lessons she received and the many books all over the place did grant her some comfort despite this.
..Then, when she was old enough for Saidar to show signs of manifestation and she had received enough training to not kill herself on accident from channelling, she left Rilya Sedai and Elena Sedai and their stupid farm behind, just like her brother had a few years in advance, sneaking away like a thief in the night. And her travels would soon find her in Tar Valon, looking up at the White Tower and wondering if her mother was there... Oh how she had hoped to see her mother again.
Proposal Criteria for Forum Post Vouch (by a DM)
- 500 Words +
- Related to DM Event (whether attended or unable to)
- Related to Faction RP
- Related to IC Bio
- Shows strong RP development by way of detail, descriptiveness, discussion of thoughts/feelings etc.
Example of Vouch Worthy Post
[For full post] srweaves.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=shadowsofthepatternsr&thread=189&page=1#908
Casera by HearmeRoar (Shadows of the Pattern Bio)
Growing up for Casera had never been easy.
Most young women or old girls would probably say the same, but in Casera's case, it had been true. After all, there is not many who can say they had spent part of their childhood in both the White and the Black Tower, but such was the case of Casera and her brother Rian.
Her father was Aran Mostric, a male channeler – and a rather powerful one at that as well – and like a bad romance novel, he had fallen in love with an Aes Sedai of the Brown Ajah ; Tesiya Caniwin. Oddly enough, it would appear that she had returned his feelings, and Casera and Rian was the living, breathing proof of their union.
Casera can still remember the Towers, the contrasts of the both of them as well as the similarities. Of course, her memory could be faulty – she was still young and both her father and her mother had shielded her from the most brutal of life's realities. However, she still remembered the one time she had seen the Tree of Traitors and her father's words urging her to look away as they passed it. ..The decapitated, semi-rotten heads had been returning her gaze, and it had made her sick to the stomach. She had wanted to retch and retch until there was nothing else left.
Other things, she remembered with fondness. Being pressed tightly against the safety of her mother's bosom during thunderstorms were one of them. Or at least they wanted her to believe it was thunderstorms, but she never saw any rain, and this made her assume it was the men of the Black Tower practising at doing the one thing the White Tower had forbidden men from doing : Channeling the male half of the One Power. Saidin. Despite this, she was never really afraid. Why would you be afraid of your own father after all? Of course, the maternal safety that her mother radiated most likely had more than a little to do with it, to be honest. The smell of her perfume filling Casera's nostrils had always made her feel relaxed, calm, and she often wished she had a bottle of lilac-scented perfume lying around for the times she felt upset or down.
The White Tower had been different however. Most of her time there had been spent in fear. After the Gholam in her Father's office nearly killing them both, Casera and her brother had been whisked off to the safety of the White Tower. With no avail, it would later turn out. She still remembers her meeting with Graendal. She had been a pretty woman, though she dressed in a way that had made Casera blush. Of course, she had been too occupied with the woman not to have noticed the two black clad persons grabbing her and her brother and whisking them away through one of those gateways. The next thing she had known, she was in the Blight.. Or some-place worse, but she didn't want to think about what was worse than the Blight, if anything was. Most of the memories of that trip, she had forgotten or blocked out after she had seen the first pair of trollocs wandering past her, followed by a Myrddraal.
She knows she woke up in the White Tower again the next day, but how she got there was still fuzzy. She remembers her father playing a particularly important part in her return however. Most likely a few of his brothers from the Black Tower as well.
The next thing she knew, she was again transported out of Tar Valon. This time in secret, to a location – a farm – that would remain hidden away, where her and her brother would be raised in safety by two Aes Sedai of her Mother's Ajah.
Rilya and Elena Sedai had been nice enough, but she had hated the farm. It was so remote, so far away. And most of all, she missed her mother! The lessons she received and the many books all over the place did grant her some comfort despite this.
..Then, when she was old enough for Saidar to show signs of manifestation and she had received enough training to not kill herself on accident from channelling, she left Rilya Sedai and Elena Sedai and their stupid farm behind, just like her brother had a few years in advance, sneaking away like a thief in the night. And her travels would soon find her in Tar Valon, looking up at the White Tower and wondering if her mother was there... Oh how she had hoped to see her mother again.
