What is it about roleplaying?

 

Name: Francine Jewel Park (Fan Park)

Nickname: Franny but sometimes Fan since it's easier for my adopted Mom to remember. Age:19 Birthday: August 27th Zodiac: Virgo Pronoun: she/her Sexuality: straight Model: Chuu or Chloe (a German/Korean model) From: Houston, Texas Heritage: Dad is Korean. My mom is Chinese (they are my adopted parents. Supposedly, my adopted mom knew my real mom in German). Lives: USA at college in NYC. Major: Engineering but I came to my senses and switched to Library Science. Year: 2nd Return or new pledge: new to sorority Likes: The library, crocheting, Japanese jazz, walks in the park and late at night (I might be a night owl) my friend Sean who's practically a big brother looking out for me, Spicey food, late-night snacks, offbeat people and guys in glasses. Oh, and the only Dad I know. Dislikes: Angry people, people who want to play me for a fool, my mother (on occasion), fancy dinners, high heels and computer glitches. Hobbies: Cosplay, crocheting, reading Wuxia novels and martial arts. Quirks/Mannerisms: Spacey, doesn't always listen, laughs on impulse for various reasons. Style: Frumpy I guess. Pretty ordinary although I adore a good cardigan, but I do have a little black dress when I need it. I prefer ballet shoes over high heels and of course Converse or Army boots. Social Media: (if they have any) Facebook (very rarely and usually its a foodie post). Personality: Calm for the most part, but sometimes I get excited during projects, and I can get frustrated. Although, it's better now after I changed my major. Sometimes, you just have to stand up for yourself, but I think I am a kind person. Family: Just me and that guy Sean who my Dad adores. Parents, Elenor (Jia) and Minho and my Nannie - Hannah. Relationship Status: single Bio: I was born in Paris. Although, I have never gone back even if it is a goal. I guess I could have, but I feel I have been always studying. Hannah has been my real family to me, and if I ever make it through the University and get a good job, I hope she will come and live with me. I feel I owe her. She has always been there for me. My parents have their own schedules. We do spend the holidays together. I admire my dad, but I dunno about that mom of mine. She knows how to spend money. I'm not sure she knows how to do anything else. And Sean that I met in Houston. His family knows my family. He seems to think I might not be up to no good. Honestly, he hoovers to much. But we are not dating.

Just this past week I met a young man at the library eager to be in a Dungeons and Dragons group. Of course, I ushered him to a coworker who has had a group going FOREVER. And although, I'm not much for that kind of roleplay since it's so necessary to play by the rules and regulations of such a game. And it's for the diehards.

Even so, I have had my share over the years in different ways. Once early on AOL I got in a chat with someone that I didn't know. Yes, we were strangers and yet it has to be one of my favorite roleplays I've ever done. It was kind of a one-shot deal. And it was. And it was fast and furious with lots of quick thinking. Later, I met different writers in an online writer's group. Of course, some just wanted me to critique their work. Some wanted to mentor me. 

For awhile, a fantasy writer and I would write each other once a month with a continuing story. Later, it was much easier to e-mail each other. Unfortunately, she was going through a divorce and what ever was going on with our characters she seemed to interpret it completely differently. After awhile, I guess I hurt her feelings, and well no more e-mail paling or letters for that matter. 

Yet, she'd insisted that I write letters to a lifer in prison. Of course, it wasn't until later that he was letting the whole floor and then some, read my work. And then I got a phone call from Fabio in prison telling me he couldn't wait to get out to see me. I know that's not roleplay, but I wish it had been.

Recently, I kept getting messages from a roleplay group on the site where I make my sets. And they kept bugging me and bugging me that they needed players. Honestly, I did not like the premise, a sorority of rich girls in NYC. It was so Gossip Girl and honestly, that show has always been too rich for my blood since most of my characters are a bit earthy or at least living on a budget. So they were happy that I joined, but the creator of the roleplay doesn't like associating with people. Long story short I got expelled from the roleplay, yet another writer [Who always wants us to write together, but I gotta say I was terrified what she might do to my main male character. It still gives me the shivers. He would never stoop that low] Didn't make it in that roleplay, either. So now she's determined that we start a roleplay.

The thing is, dialogue is my forte. And I don't mean to sound CRAZY but for the most part I just hear them talk to me and I just listen and then I write. So I am not from that creative aspect of creating a bio of likes and dislikes, and what not. I mean, my characters surprise me, you know. I guess that why I enjoy getting to know my own character.

But still, this roleplay promises to have contests. Of all the roleplays I have done before on Polyvore, there were never any contest. We got as far as a bio and that was about it. Actually, I do have my own group on the site "Boyfriend Material". But mainly it's a fashion contest. I throw in "It's a Mix" contest and Girlfriend Tales, a writing prompt story idea. From what I have learned, there are those who just want to make a set and win, and I let them because I am glad to see them have that joy. This might be someone who can no longer get out and unable to do a lot of things. This might be someone who has really not been friends with real people in quite a while. This might be someone who is heavily medicated on bipolar meds but still needs a creative outlet. Still, it's been nice to see some people write. Yes, that makes me smile as much as when I had a room full of delinquents (as the principal called them) who never really read, but to get them to write and then read what they wrote or what somebody else could write was like seeing someone help someone else as well as themselves.