Hey there. I'm CrimsonThomas, a fan of The Elder Scrolls Online, and a dedicated writer with a considerable amount of experience in different RP communities.
I'm currently searching for an Ebonheart Pact RP guild for the NA megaserver. Please post here or feel free to message me (or both, if you're cool like that) if you'd like to extend an invitation.
I've participated in several long-term RP storylines across numerous gaming communities, here are my highlights:
Dead Frontier RP Community:
The Darkfighter Triology (Ghost Town, Darkened Skies, What Dreams May Come) - Role: Ghost Operative 621 (2008-2011) Yes. Three years of my life. I'm still proud of this one.
Nova Slag - (2010-2011)
Nova Slag: EarthBound - (2011)
Homeworld - (2012)
Silentio Stellatum (Lead Writer) - (2012)
Starcraft II - Countless RP sessions (2011-2012)
TheDivisionWorld: (2013)
Here is a quick sample of my writing, from Silentio Stellatum:
*** Open Transmission... ***
Prologue: Ingens Vanitas
The video playback was filled with static. From the playback spoke voices of those from before, of times of light, and curiosity, and of brave men. A beautiful skyline shined in the distance as three soldiers observed the scene, their voices gently carrying themselves to the ears of those viewing the old playback, and soothingly, subtly endowing the men and women with emotion and thoughts of lost things. The video playback was over three-hundred years old. It's age had begun to show. It was dated: Solar, 2617.
Admiral James Vincent Keller ordered the technician to stop the recording. It was obvious that everyone had more than a reasonable dose of nostalgia as the air in the room grew uneasy. One of the officers approached the Admiral after a what seemed to be a long period of silence.
"Are we really going to do this?" She paused. "Are we really going back to Earth?"
The Admiral took a breath through his nose and cleared his throat. "We are running out of options. The Halcyon won't be able to sustain us forever." Notify Operative 621, I want him on-deck when they arrive. The officer replied with a salute. "Yes sir."
"Good. As you were, Lieutenant." Keller turned to face the crew, quietly watching them as the men and women hustled across the bridge.
It was a lonely evening aboard Halycon. Though her some 700,000 occupants clambered about each in their own, desperate way, it was a silent day. A dwindling morale ever-present in the recycled air.
The massive lifeboat maintained its drift amongst the void, clinging to the light of a nearby nebulae. It seemed that even the distant stars were absent, leaving only black, and the brilliant orange and blue of the nebulae.
It was the quiet that never ceased. A journey unending, but never unveiling. It was the silence of the stars. Silentio Stellatum.
Hope you enjoyed that little sample from my past experience! Looking forward to hearing from the community!
Edited by CrimsonThomas on April 9, 2014 12:23AM