Well, here's the thread.

Ooh ok! Do you wanna start... Or...

Perhaps you could.

Ok. (Sorry, I actually really haven't done a PRP b4, so...) Oh, and my character's name is Arden.

The forest was dark. Arden walked over some plants carefully, not knowing if they were poisonous or not. Her ears perked up at every strange noise and sound. The half-cyborg part of her beeped with cautious noises.

(A PRP is just like any other roleplay, except you only have to worry about one other person responding. They typically flow better and move faster than group roleplays. And I hope you don't mind controlling multiple characters, because I'm not controlling exerything.)
Looking over, a honey furred gnoll notices you considering the berries, and said, "Don't eat those."
He was a tall, handsome specimen, albeit a bit skinny, but his eyes burned with intensity and it was quite clear he was quite accustomed to fighting, having many claw marks in his fur, as wellow as some healed-over cuts.s

(Ok, that's fine!)
Arden jumps a bit at the sound of his voice, her tail fluffing and her ears pricked. "Wh-who are you?" She draws her bow defensively and points of at him.

Sindar stays where he is, standing at an angle to you, looking at you directly. Unlike other gnolls, though, Sindar wears fitted plate mail, clearly well-used, but also well maintained. He has the air of a well-travelled adventurer, and doesn't seem fazed by an arrow pointed at him.

Arden slowly puts down her bow, seeing that he's not attacking, he must not be too much of a threat. But that doesn't stop her from being suspicious of him, "I said, who are you?" She asks again.

Sindar says, "I am Sindar.."
He slips his shield off his back, then pulls out a rag from his belt and begins polishing it.

Augh! I'm so sorry for the late reply!
Arden eyes him suspiciously and asks, "Aren't you a gnoll? And aren't gnolls... Evil?" Her robotic side bleeps, almost telling her to stay away.