I'd be interested in a demon/angel fxf
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[Casual+] ~Fantasy and Romance~ Light the Dark's 1x1 IC (Actively Looking!)
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Forum: 1x1 Interest Checks
I'd love to try the bard role if you are still interested, I've never rped a male character before but I'd love to try my hand at it and expand my horizons!
I'd be interested in the forced marriage one with a polyamorous element if that interests you. I am quite interested in trying a polyamorous rp and would be open to other pairing ideas as well. My Pm is always open. :)
I'd be interested in the guard/princess one.
Quinn "Q" Winslow
Her Apartment
Lazy high noon light filtered through the airy purple curtains and brightened the royal purple walls of Quinn "Q" Winslow's small bed room. Her messy room was furnished with only a large bed and a nightstand. Her closet was, although filled with clothing, overflowed into her room. All types of articles of clothing, including footwear, littered her floor, hung from her curtains, and were stuffed into her nightstand, some were even pushed under bed. Quinn rolled over on her plush bed. Her blue sheets and orange blankets were tangled around her limbs and her multiple pillows were scattered around her bed. A soft groan emanated from within the mass of blankets as the light from the curtained windows pierced the messy bedroom. As she untangled herself from within her mass of blankets and fell with a graceful thump to the floor, Quinn rose to greet the day. She rose from the floor, her vibrant orange hair a tangle mess and her blue penguin pajamas rumpled. Staggering upright, Quinn walked to the window and threw open the curtains, letting in the bright, midday light. Wincing, at the sudden and brutal light she opened the second pair of window drapes and looked out at the new day. The sun was shining bright, giving a false hope of a bright new day, with new opportunities.
As Quinn prepped herself for the upcoming day in her bathroom she mulled over yesterday on the job. Quinn was lucky to work at the best rated strip club in the whole of her end of the city underground. It was cleanly and had a good reputation, but yesterday night had been a train wreck. A bunch of recently graduated high school males had entered the club and had caused a ruckus. They were drunk and high, loud and obnoxious and had tried to take more than a look from Quinn. They had requested her services, which included a private dance and some lap dances, but the boys had not been satisfied. They had wanted more, and that was more than Quinn herself offered. She does not offer sex to her costumers but the boys had been keen to get some. But the bodyguards had come crashing in and kicked the boys to the curb. A plus though was that she got a large raise from her employer in order to not press charges against the club.
With a sigh Quinn walked out of the bathroom dressed in a pair of long skinny, black, studded leggings, black faux leather ankle boots, and a loose black tank top with a orange tiger head design on it. Her bright orange hair sat messily on top of her head in a ponytail. A quick scan around her apartment revealed a relatively clean living room and kitchen. Dishes from yesterdays meals sat drying next to the sink. Potted plants crowded her counter and sink. And her plush, second-hand couch sat in front of a tea-stained coffee table which was scattered with more plants and books. After a quick cup of earl grey tea and the contemplation of the universe and the meaning of life, Quinn left her apartment to face the day.
Her Apartment
Lazy high noon light filtered through the airy purple curtains and brightened the royal purple walls of Quinn "Q" Winslow's small bed room. Her messy room was furnished with only a large bed and a nightstand. Her closet was, although filled with clothing, overflowed into her room. All types of articles of clothing, including footwear, littered her floor, hung from her curtains, and were stuffed into her nightstand, some were even pushed under bed. Quinn rolled over on her plush bed. Her blue sheets and orange blankets were tangled around her limbs and her multiple pillows were scattered around her bed. A soft groan emanated from within the mass of blankets as the light from the curtained windows pierced the messy bedroom. As she untangled herself from within her mass of blankets and fell with a graceful thump to the floor, Quinn rose to greet the day. She rose from the floor, her vibrant orange hair a tangle mess and her blue penguin pajamas rumpled. Staggering upright, Quinn walked to the window and threw open the curtains, letting in the bright, midday light. Wincing, at the sudden and brutal light she opened the second pair of window drapes and looked out at the new day. The sun was shining bright, giving a false hope of a bright new day, with new opportunities.
As Quinn prepped herself for the upcoming day in her bathroom she mulled over yesterday on the job. Quinn was lucky to work at the best rated strip club in the whole of her end of the city underground. It was cleanly and had a good reputation, but yesterday night had been a train wreck. A bunch of recently graduated high school males had entered the club and had caused a ruckus. They were drunk and high, loud and obnoxious and had tried to take more than a look from Quinn. They had requested her services, which included a private dance and some lap dances, but the boys had not been satisfied. They had wanted more, and that was more than Quinn herself offered. She does not offer sex to her costumers but the boys had been keen to get some. But the bodyguards had come crashing in and kicked the boys to the curb. A plus though was that she got a large raise from her employer in order to not press charges against the club.
With a sigh Quinn walked out of the bathroom dressed in a pair of long skinny, black, studded leggings, black faux leather ankle boots, and a loose black tank top with a orange tiger head design on it. Her bright orange hair sat messily on top of her head in a ponytail. A quick scan around her apartment revealed a relatively clean living room and kitchen. Dishes from yesterdays meals sat drying next to the sink. Potted plants crowded her counter and sink. And her plush, second-hand couch sat in front of a tea-stained coffee table which was scattered with more plants and books. After a quick cup of earl grey tea and the contemplation of the universe and the meaning of life, Quinn left her apartment to face the day.
Appearance:
Name: Quinn "Q" Winslow
Age: 24
Height: 5'9
Weight: 152 pounds
Occupation: Stripper
Personality: Quinn is fairly upbeat for someone who relies on stripping as a job. She generally doesn't take crap from anybody and will protect those that she loves, but it's hard to get on her good side. She always expects people to be worse than they are and it takes a while for anyone to prove themselves to her. Quinn usually doesn't talk to anybody unless it's someone she knows and likes or if someone starts a conversation with her.
Bio: Quinn could have had a good life, but that life would have been hard to find. She hopped between fosters homes at an alarming rate. Foster families found her confusing as they never knew how to please her and get a true smile to grace her lips. What she had wanted most in the world was to be adopted. A good family would have been fine, she wasn't too picky. She just wanted a safe and secure house. It didn't matter what the family was made up of as long as she wasn't in danger from any of them and could go to school and such. But once you get to a certain age, your chances at being adopted drops, and her chances were never very high. Both of her parents had been alcoholics who abused drugs every now and then, and as such she had been removed from their custody at her birth. Once she turned 18 Quinn was kicked out onto the streets to make a living of her own. After countless jobs at McDonald's and even a few waitressing jobs, she found herself unable to hold an apartment or to care for herself. One day she was able to get a career as a stripper, once she walked through the doors of the club, she never walked out.
Other: She swore that she would never waitress or work at a fast food joint ever again. What's a few dances if it pays the rent?
Name: Quinn "Q" Winslow
Age: 24
Height: 5'9
Weight: 152 pounds
Occupation: Stripper
Personality: Quinn is fairly upbeat for someone who relies on stripping as a job. She generally doesn't take crap from anybody and will protect those that she loves, but it's hard to get on her good side. She always expects people to be worse than they are and it takes a while for anyone to prove themselves to her. Quinn usually doesn't talk to anybody unless it's someone she knows and likes or if someone starts a conversation with her.
Bio: Quinn could have had a good life, but that life would have been hard to find. She hopped between fosters homes at an alarming rate. Foster families found her confusing as they never knew how to please her and get a true smile to grace her lips. What she had wanted most in the world was to be adopted. A good family would have been fine, she wasn't too picky. She just wanted a safe and secure house. It didn't matter what the family was made up of as long as she wasn't in danger from any of them and could go to school and such. But once you get to a certain age, your chances at being adopted drops, and her chances were never very high. Both of her parents had been alcoholics who abused drugs every now and then, and as such she had been removed from their custody at her birth. Once she turned 18 Quinn was kicked out onto the streets to make a living of her own. After countless jobs at McDonald's and even a few waitressing jobs, she found herself unable to hold an apartment or to care for herself. One day she was able to get a career as a stripper, once she walked through the doors of the club, she never walked out.
Other: She swore that she would never waitress or work at a fast food joint ever again. What's a few dances if it pays the rent?
Definitely interested!
Locket hugged her arms around herself as she shivered. 'I really hate the cold!' she thought vehemently, 'Three days in this frozen wasteland might actually kill me!' She sighed, her breath creating a fog in front of her face. Despite her aversion to the cold, she, almost like Vol, licked her lips hungrily at the thought of souls. She floated over the snow, closer to the front of the procession. Throwing an almost jealous look at Vol's wolverines, a disapproving look overcame her features as she looked at Vol, always the womanizer, always craving curves and...assets. Rolling her eyes at Vol, Locket turned to Hag, "What happens if there's a storm? Are we going to be stuck here?" She eyed Mortimer warily, he had always terrified her and she was sure that he knew it, knew it, enjoyed it, and maybe even exploited it.
-Character Sheet-
Name:
Morrin Lokette "Locket"
Age:
26
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Locket has is short and lithe, pale white skin and short, black, wispy hair which she teases during performances. She usually has her lids painted black with gold eyeliner and lips the same shade as her skin. She wears black acrobatic outfits that range in styles, but they are always cover in buckles, zippers, and cogs; steampunk type accessories. And she always wears a silver-colored metal locket.
Position (Of the ones listed above):
Acrobat
Powers (don't godmod here, for God's sake):
Locket can manipulate how her body responds to gravity, meaning she can levitate. When she walks, she usually floats a little over the ground. Her only other power is her ability to 'pull' small, close objects towards her.
Personality:
Locket doesn't talk often and is fairly shy, unless you are part of the circus troupe. She rarely smiles or shows any emotion when she's on stage.
Background info (more like a bio):
Every since she was little, Locket loved to climb trees and walk along the most thin branches. She would climb everything. One day when she was 22, she went with her friends to see a carnival. She doesn't remember much from the day, other than, after, the ringmaster made her dearest wish come true. He made her young forever. The only catch? She had to work for the circus, harvesting souls to live.
Wish:
To remain young forever.
Bonds to other characters:
She finds Hag really interesting and wants to know more about him and his past.
Weapons:
Her umbrella which she uses as a prop when she is performing has a hidden blade attached to the handle.
Name:
Morrin Lokette "Locket"
Age:
26
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Locket has is short and lithe, pale white skin and short, black, wispy hair which she teases during performances. She usually has her lids painted black with gold eyeliner and lips the same shade as her skin. She wears black acrobatic outfits that range in styles, but they are always cover in buckles, zippers, and cogs; steampunk type accessories. And she always wears a silver-colored metal locket.
Position (Of the ones listed above):
Acrobat
Powers (don't godmod here, for God's sake):
Locket can manipulate how her body responds to gravity, meaning she can levitate. When she walks, she usually floats a little over the ground. Her only other power is her ability to 'pull' small, close objects towards her.
Personality:
Locket doesn't talk often and is fairly shy, unless you are part of the circus troupe. She rarely smiles or shows any emotion when she's on stage.
Background info (more like a bio):
Every since she was little, Locket loved to climb trees and walk along the most thin branches. She would climb everything. One day when she was 22, she went with her friends to see a carnival. She doesn't remember much from the day, other than, after, the ringmaster made her dearest wish come true. He made her young forever. The only catch? She had to work for the circus, harvesting souls to live.
Wish:
To remain young forever.
Bonds to other characters:
She finds Hag really interesting and wants to know more about him and his past.
Weapons:
Her umbrella which she uses as a prop when she is performing has a hidden blade attached to the handle.
I'd love to hear your idea for a Harry Potter themed role play~ ^ ^
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