...an intro should look like.
No, it isn't anything wonderful. No, it isn't going to win any awards. But, it's much better than the two-line long, script format.
I now present to you, an introduction I used in a role play two nights ago. (I always save my introductions. For..reference.)


Glaring light. This was the dominant force in Bingo Highway, a flashy casino-like place. The roads, aquamarine pinball tables covered in nine numbered chips each, bright in color and stiff to the touch, wound around the air, snaking between the tall buildings and attention-grabbing billboards. But benethe the commotion it was clearly mid-dusk, the clear darkness penetrated only by the vast luminance of the buldings as they proudly showboated, ranging from futuristic domes to mushroomesque structures, and even to just "plain" glistening pink towers of glass.

This metropolis was brusting with life as always, full of busy mobians and humans even after sencible hours.

If one was to look in the giant crowd, no one would stand out in particular, especially the one called Dagger. A short feline was he, covered in a rayless violaceous pelt, almost dark enough to be viewed as black. Between his tan eyes was a tawny stripe, going up to his forehead between the two rounded triangles of his ears, and the behind his head to form a quill similar to that of a hedgehog. At the bottom of his head were four tiny quills of the same hue, drooping to right above his shoulders. These quills, not a typical feature for a cat of any kind, showed him for what he was: half-jaguarundi, half-hedgehog. The hybrid wore little: nothing more than well-polished brown boots, gold soles at the bottom similar in hue to the sleek metal bits that the shoelaces weaved through. Around his neck was a long chain, fastened securely and holding a small throwing knife with a pocket-sized handle, purple and glossy, just happening to be the perfect size for his platnum-clawed brown paws.

So there he was. Walking through the radiant, transparent streets, idly and slowly, as if her had no place in particular to go, and was in no real hurry. But a closer look would show he wasn't as carefree as a first glance would tell: his ears, both the perfect left one and the chewed, battle-scarred right one, were standing up, listening to all the sounds around him. Anticipation flowed through his limbs and the tan stripe that aroned the top of each, flowing from the middles of all four to the paws and feet. He was jumpy, keeping all five sences alert needlessly in the great hub of games and activity.


That..is called not sucking.


As you can see, it's almost possible to see Dagger-san in your head, I kept typos to a minimum, and it's in paragraphs. Now, I could of just done: Name: Dagger Species: Jaguarundi Appearence: He has purple fur n 4 quills. His 4arms n da bottom of his legs r brown. He wears brown boots. Weapon: Throwing Knife Da settin is Bingo Hiway @ nite. You see? That freaking sucked! The moral of this story? Paragraphs=good Adjectives=good Grammar=good Now, I understand that people have different levels of talent, and it'd be hypocritical for me to expect pure beauty when my own writing is mediocre. But..is it too much to ask to at least try? Please? Ahem..Dagwood "Dagger" Cutter is copyright me. Do not take him, my introduction, or anything else in this post. He /has/ been ripped off twice before, and each time I caught the bastards! Make your own character, dammit! >_>