Welcome to my Dark Castle, all who enter here. Whether you have lost your way or simply are braver than most, I promise you that I will do my best to give you a very pleasant experience while you're here.
Now, shall we get along with things?
The rules I have for role playing are below inside of the hider;
If you're still with me, that is absolutely brilliant! Below you will find previews of each role play I'd like to do in the form of diary entries by my characters (because it's more intriguing than reading a bunch of pairings, you know?) and if you wish to know more then you can message me to hear the rest! More will be added later on, so if you don't see anything you're interested in now there might be one in the future. Also if there's something you wish to do I am happy to hear out your idea and let you know what I think.
Thank you for stopping by, and I hope very much to see some interest soon!
Now, shall we get along with things?
The rules I have for role playing are below inside of the hider;
Rule #1.) I accommodate for everyone, so I'll do 18+ role plays if asked, but for those under 18 then don't expect things to get hot and heavy. I also will fade to black upon request, so if you like darker themes but you dislike going 'there' then please let me know.
Rule #2.) Do not flake on me. If you have to leave for more than a week, I do understand. People have lives, even I do. So it's understandable, especially during the summer, that people might be busy. I say have fun, enjoy your vacation, or if it's for a different reason then I hope it all goes well. Just for the love of God, please don't flake on me!
Rule #3.) If you find that the role play isn't to your liking anymore, let me know. If I can fix things, I will do my best to do so. If you would like to start a new role play instead, I say sure, why not? Or if you want to just go our separate ways I can understand that too.
Rule #4.) I prefer to talk to all my partners and get to know them because after a while I tend to lose interest otherwise. So if you're not the social type, then I shall lead you to the door but make sure you have some brownies for your journey back.
Rule #5.) All my role plays have romance in them, no matter if it's secondary or if it's the main theme. I'm even open to doing a three way role play over the messaging system if I like the plot and characters well enough. But again, if you're not into romantic role plays, then I'll escort you to the door and hand you a plate of brownies before you leave.
Rule #6.) All role plays are casual to advanced, no exceptions. I'm alright with a large paragraph too, but I'm not going to deal with one liners. They're a huge pet peeve of mine....
Rule #7.) Role plays are not one sided. I want someone who will contribute to the plot and not just leave all the decisions up to me. I also like surprise twists, but if you think something is a little extreme then please discuss it with me first just because that would leave me stuck wondering what to do with such a spectacular yet mind stumping plot twist.
Rule #8.) Please, no Mary/Gary Sues. People have depth you know, and God knows we're not all perfect. Flaws are what make us human, no matter how much we may wish we didn't have them.
Rule #2.) Do not flake on me. If you have to leave for more than a week, I do understand. People have lives, even I do. So it's understandable, especially during the summer, that people might be busy. I say have fun, enjoy your vacation, or if it's for a different reason then I hope it all goes well. Just for the love of God, please don't flake on me!
Rule #3.) If you find that the role play isn't to your liking anymore, let me know. If I can fix things, I will do my best to do so. If you would like to start a new role play instead, I say sure, why not? Or if you want to just go our separate ways I can understand that too.
Rule #4.) I prefer to talk to all my partners and get to know them because after a while I tend to lose interest otherwise. So if you're not the social type, then I shall lead you to the door but make sure you have some brownies for your journey back.
Rule #5.) All my role plays have romance in them, no matter if it's secondary or if it's the main theme. I'm even open to doing a three way role play over the messaging system if I like the plot and characters well enough. But again, if you're not into romantic role plays, then I'll escort you to the door and hand you a plate of brownies before you leave.
Rule #6.) All role plays are casual to advanced, no exceptions. I'm alright with a large paragraph too, but I'm not going to deal with one liners. They're a huge pet peeve of mine....
Rule #7.) Role plays are not one sided. I want someone who will contribute to the plot and not just leave all the decisions up to me. I also like surprise twists, but if you think something is a little extreme then please discuss it with me first just because that would leave me stuck wondering what to do with such a spectacular yet mind stumping plot twist.
Rule #8.) Please, no Mary/Gary Sues. People have depth you know, and God knows we're not all perfect. Flaws are what make us human, no matter how much we may wish we didn't have them.
If you're still with me, that is absolutely brilliant! Below you will find previews of each role play I'd like to do in the form of diary entries by my characters (because it's more intriguing than reading a bunch of pairings, you know?) and if you wish to know more then you can message me to hear the rest! More will be added later on, so if you don't see anything you're interested in now there might be one in the future. Also if there's something you wish to do I am happy to hear out your idea and let you know what I think.
Dark Element(s): Gore, Death, Swearing, Torture
Each night I have the same dream; I'm leaning over a deep fiery pit, trying desperately to hold onto him, this boy I've never seen before… Well, at least not in reality. I've never been the best when it comes to muscles, not to mention I'm rather clumsy. He always tries to tell me something, but I can't hear him. Why can't I ever hear him no matter how hard I try?
Well, anyways, my butter fingers unfortunately betray me and I watch him fall, deep into the flaming abyss until I can no longer bear to look. After that I always wake up in my bed, drenched in a cold sweat. It's been six months of this dream, but it changed. Last night I could hear him, I could hear his soft yet commanding tone.
"You're in grave danger Kathrine. I swear though I will find you soon. Wait for me with a packed bag, and whatever you do, do not go into the Attic." I awoke with a start as I felt something warm drip onto my forehead, finding a big pool of blood slowly leaking from a tiny crack in the ceiling. I knew why he told me to not go into the Attic, I could remember now what I had done.
In self defense I had killed what had appeared to be a burglar, and in a panic I had stumbled downstairs to call the police. Due to my clumsiness I had fallen and was knocked unconscious. I couldn't move my body, it just felt like Gravity was fighting to keep me there. My mind was awake, but my body felt like it had fallen into a deep dark slumber. Had I been paralyzed?
My head hurt from the overwhelming realization that I would be blamed, that this wouldn't be perceived as an accident anymore. What could I possibly do? Was I now destined to go to jail? I heard the door open and I saw him, rushing over to me like a knight in shining armor.
"Don't say a word, save your strength. There's bound to be more of then nearby." I had no idea that this man was my father's subordinate, nor that my father was the King of darkness. I was destined for greatness, I was the next ruler of hell. But first, well, I had to survive the journey. And this man would not make it easy, that is for sure!
Each night I have the same dream; I'm leaning over a deep fiery pit, trying desperately to hold onto him, this boy I've never seen before… Well, at least not in reality. I've never been the best when it comes to muscles, not to mention I'm rather clumsy. He always tries to tell me something, but I can't hear him. Why can't I ever hear him no matter how hard I try?
Well, anyways, my butter fingers unfortunately betray me and I watch him fall, deep into the flaming abyss until I can no longer bear to look. After that I always wake up in my bed, drenched in a cold sweat. It's been six months of this dream, but it changed. Last night I could hear him, I could hear his soft yet commanding tone.
"You're in grave danger Kathrine. I swear though I will find you soon. Wait for me with a packed bag, and whatever you do, do not go into the Attic." I awoke with a start as I felt something warm drip onto my forehead, finding a big pool of blood slowly leaking from a tiny crack in the ceiling. I knew why he told me to not go into the Attic, I could remember now what I had done.
In self defense I had killed what had appeared to be a burglar, and in a panic I had stumbled downstairs to call the police. Due to my clumsiness I had fallen and was knocked unconscious. I couldn't move my body, it just felt like Gravity was fighting to keep me there. My mind was awake, but my body felt like it had fallen into a deep dark slumber. Had I been paralyzed?
My head hurt from the overwhelming realization that I would be blamed, that this wouldn't be perceived as an accident anymore. What could I possibly do? Was I now destined to go to jail? I heard the door open and I saw him, rushing over to me like a knight in shining armor.
"Don't say a word, save your strength. There's bound to be more of then nearby." I had no idea that this man was my father's subordinate, nor that my father was the King of darkness. I was destined for greatness, I was the next ruler of hell. But first, well, I had to survive the journey. And this man would not make it easy, that is for sure!
Dark Element(s): Swearing, Gore, Death,
I. Hate. Him. His smug little smile, his sickeningly sweet attitude towards EVERYTHING, not to mention the fact that he's so damn nice to me no matter how hard I try to piss him off. God dammit, I'm not sure how much I can take! But he's my buddy till I graduate, and the buddy rule is absolute.
Trust me, people have tried every way to get away from people like him, the optimists. Why did I end up going to the school that didn't have the pessimists and optimists separated? I mean, I know it's harsh, but it's not because of some irrational fear or hatred. Our personalities are polar opposites, meant to bring us together but instead we are more apart now than ever before.
I don't care what that old saying says, opposites don't attract. I mean, maybe for magnet's but not for personality differences. Oh god, I hear him knocking on my door. What does that rich little brat want now? If he asks to go to hang out again he's dead.... I promise that I will upon my mother's grave.
I. Hate. Him. His smug little smile, his sickeningly sweet attitude towards EVERYTHING, not to mention the fact that he's so damn nice to me no matter how hard I try to piss him off. God dammit, I'm not sure how much I can take! But he's my buddy till I graduate, and the buddy rule is absolute.
Trust me, people have tried every way to get away from people like him, the optimists. Why did I end up going to the school that didn't have the pessimists and optimists separated? I mean, I know it's harsh, but it's not because of some irrational fear or hatred. Our personalities are polar opposites, meant to bring us together but instead we are more apart now than ever before.
I don't care what that old saying says, opposites don't attract. I mean, maybe for magnet's but not for personality differences. Oh god, I hear him knocking on my door. What does that rich little brat want now? If he asks to go to hang out again he's dead.... I promise that I will upon my mother's grave.
Dark Element(s): Swearing, Death, Torture, Murder
Have you ever wondered if there was some place beyond the plain of existence you were born into? Some place that is depicted in religion and all forms of entertainment as well as media? Well, everything we knew was wrong. Before we go to heaven or hell, people have to go to a place called Limbo.
Limbo is a mirror of earth, but it serves one purpose; to house those who are neither saints nor demons. Those who lived normal lives, lives that only made a ripple instead of a tiddle wave. I was a personal assistant, an obident young woman who was seen not heard. I mean, sure, I had a voice. But no one heard it besides the shower head and my kitty Jasmine, and though I was good my confidence stopped me from pursuing a life greater than... Well, the life I perceived myself to be worthy for.
I made a ripple instead of the tidle wave that I could've made. So because I am neither innocent nor evil I'm here in Limbo forever. I guess though at least I'm happy here. My room mate is awesome, not to mention my next door neighbor is hot. I mean sure, there are some unstable people here too who were just short of hell but they know if they do anything bad it's straight into the fire for them. So, what could possibly go wrong?
Have you ever wondered if there was some place beyond the plain of existence you were born into? Some place that is depicted in religion and all forms of entertainment as well as media? Well, everything we knew was wrong. Before we go to heaven or hell, people have to go to a place called Limbo.
Limbo is a mirror of earth, but it serves one purpose; to house those who are neither saints nor demons. Those who lived normal lives, lives that only made a ripple instead of a tiddle wave. I was a personal assistant, an obident young woman who was seen not heard. I mean, sure, I had a voice. But no one heard it besides the shower head and my kitty Jasmine, and though I was good my confidence stopped me from pursuing a life greater than... Well, the life I perceived myself to be worthy for.
I made a ripple instead of the tidle wave that I could've made. So because I am neither innocent nor evil I'm here in Limbo forever. I guess though at least I'm happy here. My room mate is awesome, not to mention my next door neighbor is hot. I mean sure, there are some unstable people here too who were just short of hell but they know if they do anything bad it's straight into the fire for them. So, what could possibly go wrong?
What if you're favorite horror movie characters were based on real life? Would you be excited or scared enough to pee your pants? But what if I told that Freddy and Jason aren't actually guys? My name is Francis or Franny for short while my best friend Jason is actually Jasmine. That's right, we're actually hot females who enjoy the hunt and the brutal kill. Sure, it's hard to get men to be scared of us, I mean what man is scared of a hot woman? Oh, don't worry though, we can make them scared. We most certainly have our ways, as all killers do... Blood, disgusting, gruesome ways that would make the toughest person cry. We also tailor each death go your fears so as to up the fear factor. We're not movie characters, we're here with you in the real life. And we're coming for you next, right as you read this very post. Sweet dreams... Cause it'll be the last one you'll ever have. Mwahahahahahahahaaaaaaa!
Thank you for stopping by, and I hope very much to see some interest soon!
