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Greeting- About Me- Why Me?- Plans- Roleplay Example
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Beginning- Story- Statistics- Pity- Friend- Farewells
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Greeting
Hey Ami, or whoever may be viewing this application. I'm so glad that you're taking the time to look at this application, and I hope you pick me to be the new person to roleplay with and draw Merridia. One more thing, I tend to greatly abuse smilies, so I'll be avoiding those just in case.

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About Me
My name is Patricia, but I prefer to go by Sorrow on the internet. I am twelve years old, and I shall be thirteen on the twentieth of October. I currently live in Nevada, though I have moved a lot. My hobbies are somewhere between drawing and writing, which includes a lot of roleplaying. I have advanced classes in school, which means more homework than the other classes. The weekend may be the main time that I ever get on the computer.

I will admit, I have too many accounts for my own good, most of which I cannot even log into anymore. However, I am not neglectful of my pets as far as roleplay and art goes.

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Why Me?
Well, I don't want to sound conceited, but I think that I would make a great owner for Merridia. I love to draw, even if I have mainly been drawing equines lately. I also love to write, and I have written numerous stories that I keep stored in my computer. I am also an avid roleplayer, and am currently trying to not start every sentence with 'I'. x3 (Alright, I caved. I just had to type at least one.) I have always wanted a draik, particularly because I find them so much fun to write and create stories about.

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Plans
If I get Merridia, I plan to draw her far more than what you see, and to enter her in the Beauty Contest. I will also roleplay her a lot. I know others with draiks that would love to roleplay with her (in both anthro and quad), and I plan to join the Draik Clan as well. I am not much of a battler or anything on Neopets, so her stats will most likely stay as they are.

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Roleplay Example
They don't love you. They don't even care. They wanted you dead, my dear.

That taunting voice whispered into her mind once again. Her life seemed to quiver at that moment, hearing that dreaded voice. How long had it been? She didn't care, couldn't probably. The young dragon hardly had a life to control anymore.

Softly, Merridia took in breath, pushing soft black locks of hair out of her eyes. The room around her was empty, and it could hardly be called a room. The shadows that lined the wall up and down stopped all logic and memory upon glancing at it, and yet their patterns and carved designs were familiar all the same. The cold floor accompanied her clawed feet, along with the confusing blood stains that had no origin. The tattered dress that clothed her was her only remembrance of her life, and it was hardly able to keep itself together.

Forget your past, my dear. You don't need them. They don't know what they gave up.

The voice, although spoken comfortingly, still had a tinge of the taunt it contained earlier. Merridia stared uneasily at the mirror, into a twisted reflection of herself, and watched as it only mimicked its own movements.

Softly and unsure, Merridia whispered, "Why? Why do you stay here? Why can't you torture someone else?" Tears lined her eyes and, unable to be held back, fell onto the floor with a metallic clang. Her reflection merely smiled at her, and Merridia felt pang of fear in her heart as she awaited what would happen next.

The young dragon's body twisted then, and began to change into her reflection. Pain searing through her, Merridia let herself go. The demented creature stood there, hunched and grinning crooked rows of teeth. Spreading her wings, she launched off high into the dark unending ceiling and came back upon the real world, out to wreck havoc to anyone unfortunate enough to be in her way.

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Beginning
You smile to yourself as you walk home, deciding to take the path through the woods this day. As you walk, however, you decide that you may have taken a wrong turn somewhere, for you can no longer figure out where you are, and the path died out long ago.