PART ONE: GENERAL LEVELS
Note: The 'levels' in this guide are breakdowns of Beginner [Level One-Four], Semi-Lit [Level Five & Six], Literate [Level Seven], and Advanced-Literate [Level Eight]
Roleplaying isn't that much different from story writing. In fact, some stories are actually based off of roleplays. In order to be a good role player, basic skills are needed. This includes; basic typing skills [learning the setup of the keyboard can drastically change your abilities, as can constant practice], grammar skills [learn how to use abbreviations properly, and remember that spelling, unfortunately, does count], and a positive attitude [don't bring yourself down and compare your skills to others, EVERYONE can get better, no one is perfect]
And now I proudly present: THE ROLEPLAYING SCALE
Level One: Basic role playing, simple, not very detailed, minimal information used, stars for actions. EX:
*runs in and says hi*
Level Two: Stars still used, though writing might be a bit more complex with grammatical correctness.
*walks into the room, looks around, smiling at everyone present* Hello
Level Three: No stars used for actions, however, lax spelling, no punctuation, small, "one-liners". EX:
suzie walks into the room and looks at all the people there. "hi guys!"
Level Four: Slightly more complex, involves grammar input, and proper spelling. However, posts are still within "One liner range". EX:
Suzie enters the room, and looks around. "Hey everyone!" She says smiling.
Level Five: One liners are gone, the beginning of full paragraphs starts. Third to last level. Classification: Short Story. EX:
Laura walks into the room. Her hair is tied back and her dress is ironed, the picture of perfection. She smiles at Kate and walks over to her friend. "Hey Kate!" She says, smiling brightly. Lately, whenever she set eyes on her friend, she felt this strange fluttery feeling in her chest. It was difficult to identify and quickly brushed off.
Level Six: No more single paragraphs, proper punctuation, uses smaller font, fills up at least two paragraphs worth of information. Classification: Story. DETAILS!!!!! EX:
Artemis found himself amused at the actions of his twin brothers. He had to admit, their behavior could be endearing at times. Still, their cognitive development was far from complete. Hence why he had created flashcards and a few easy-to-learn games for the boys to further their intellect. They were Fowls after all, and he wasn't about to permit them to fall behind.
He had accepted all possibility that they would not be as intelligent as himself. That they could end up average. The idea didn't irk him as much as it would have before the time jump. No, Artemis was comfortable enough to admit that he would be just fine if they weren't as intelligent as he was. As long as his brothers found some form of happiness, he knew they would be just fine.
Unfortunately, most of Beckett's happiness involved making massive messes.
Level Seven: Really hitting the nail on the head. Plenty of full paragraphs that paint a decent picture. Ex:
For a moment that felt like an eternity frozen in time, she simply stared. She felt like a well had open beneath her feet. That she had fallen in and was just floating in space. She was aware of the sound that accompanied the arrival of Mokona, her dreams were full of nothing but that noise.
Because that sound meant he was coming home. Home to her. Home to where he truly belonged.
So in this moment, this brief instant in time when she finally saw him again, she could hardly believe she was waking. For a moment the Princess believed this was another dream. That her brother Touya would awaken her soon with a pillow to the face in a rather unceremonious [yet highly favored] method of sibling rousing. But no… for several slow glorious heartbeats it seemed this wasn’t a dream. This was no fantasy or illusion of the mind.
Finally drawing in breath she trembled for a moment, hands clenching at her sides before finally she burst from where she stood like a shot out of a cannon, racing toward the male and flinging herself in the air. Mid-jump her arms closed around him. Oh she didn’t care if these actions brought them both toppling to the ground, for this was a moment she had spent eons waiting for. Fresh tears fell from her eyes, hastily brushed away as she nuzzled his neck, taking in the familiar scent of the only one who made her feel complete.
When she spoke, her voice wavered. Perhaps in the back of her mind some fear lingered. A fear that this would all be torn away again. She had already lost her most precious person twice…
Level Eight: Just look at all those paragraphs. YEAH BOI. EX:
There she was just walking down the hall. Oddly enough she was alone. Merlin’s beard if Lily Evans wasn’t the greatest mystery in the universe. She wasn’t some simple conquest. From the moment he met her on the Hogwarts Express, something had awakened in him. He knew that it was his destiny to be at her side, or get hexed into oblivion trying.
She wasn’t just any ol’ girl either. To James, she was absolutely perfect. Down to the way her nose crinkled when she told a fib.
Not that he could ever tell her how enchanting he found her. Whenever he opened his mouth around her his brain froze and his groin did most of the talking. That’s what James hated most. He knew he was conceited, but it was hard not to be when you were just so great.
Alright, she had knocked him down a few pegs last time they spoke, he was a bit more humble and hopefully she would see that. He also had a brilliant plan. Instead of looking right at her beautiful enchanting green eyes, he would look just above them. To the freckles that dotted her browline.
Maybe then he’d be able to concentrate enough to articulate what he really wanted to say.
"Oi. Evans." He called. Causing her to turn around. Her brow immediately creased, creating a downward slope right to her—
Her eyes. They had to have been crafted by Goblins because they were just flawless. Beautiful emeralds that glinted whenever she talked about something she was passionate about. Like that one muggle game… oh what was it called? Football?
As he thought this his mouth unfortunately went on autopilot.
"So when do you wanna ask me out? Is now a good time or should I pencil you in for half past?"
She unleashed a knockback jinx so fast he swore his head was spinning.
As he slumped against the corridor wall he heard the familiar laughter of his best friend. James sighed.
"Isn’t she just the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen?"