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“As for writing, most people secretly believe they themselves have a book in them, which they would write if they could only find the time. And there’s some truth to this notion. A lot of people do have a book in them – that is, they have had an experience that other people might want to read about. But this is not the same thing as “being a writer.” Or, to put it in a more sinister way: everyone can dig a hole in a cemetery, but not everyone is a grave-digger. The latter takes a good deal more stamina and persistence. It is also, because of the nature of the activity, a deeply symbolic role. As a grave-digger, you are not just a person who excavates. You carry upon your shoulders the weight of other people’s projections, of their fears and fantasies and anxieties and superstitions. You represent mortality, whether you like it or not. And so it is with any public role, including that of the Writer, capital W; but also as with any public role, the significance of that role – its emotional and symbolic content varies over time. ”—Margaret Atwood, Negotiating With The Dead
Alright I’ve got writers block and people seem to like this idea, so… first 50 people to reblog this (likes don’t count) get an author’s-style description of themselves from me. you have to actually have pictures of yourself available for me to go off of but otherwise that’s the only condition.
I have only gotten through the first 13, so if you are one of those people and you did not receive anything it just means I couldn’t find your ask/submit or an adequate picture of you. just message me to rectify this. :) the remainder of you, please be patient, but they should be done by the end of the week. every description is a least a paragraph long, and I’m doing all of them, so one paragraph each for over 50 people is a fair bit. thanks!
The way of Rome. (A story on corvo's past)
Corvo walked through the streets of Rome, his home town and the place where he was born. As he walked he saw people whisper to their friends or family about the man with pure white medium length hair, a black and green hoodie (hood on), storm gray pants and fingerless gloves, although they were most likely looking at how heavily armed he was, a katana at his side, two flintlock pistols on his waist, a steel crossbow on his back and many other concealed weapons. The civilians wouldn’t know him well, but the criminals did, he was as they called him, the master of a thousand weapons, although that was underestimating him. He was a mercenary for hire and his next job was at the bar known as fratelli. Anybody who knew Corvo would never think he was a mercenary, he’s kind, caring, and most of all very playful and childlike. As he walked into the bar he reviewed his assignment, acquire info on Ramonov….
-And that’s where we will leave off for the person who wants to join in the story, PLEASE!!! add yourself into it, I don’t want it to just be me)