Hello! the names kittenlover! I've been role playing for about two years now, and I consider myself experienced since I am usually liked by a lot of casual to advanced role players but not by too many free role players because I do ask for at least one to how many paragraphs a person can write, and I've had to end role plays since I can work with one sentences, but not by much. I play females and I don't do guys, just because I offend people when I do. So me playing a guy is a no no! Sorry! :(
Now, there are a couple of rules I want to state before you hit that button to reply on here or send me a PM, because although I'm not the kind of person to jump on you and beat you with a spoon if you disobey the rules, I will tell you what I think of your writing every now and then. So that's a heads up for you guys to know, so expect it within the first 25 posts or so. :)
But anyways, the following rules apply to the role plays I want to have;
1.) I can usually spin out one really long paragraph or 5 smaller ones, but if you give me one sentence, it'll be a while before I can figure out how to respond. I understand that sometimes people get writers block, and I get that sometimes myself. But if you send me 30 one sentence replies, then we are going to have a little chat. But don't be scared, I'm not going to yell at you. I'm not that kind of person at all. So don't worry, it'll just be a nice little chat between us that will go smoothly that I know of.
2.) PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DON'T USE TEXT LANGUAGE!!!!!! I can't understand it, since whenever I text I use actual words and not things like, "OMG, LOL, TTYL, BRB, OMFG, LMFAO, YOLO, etc." I actually spell everything out, so don't expect me to reply if you send me a post full of text language. Maybe one or two text language mistakes I can handle, but five through ten will drive me crazy. And that might be a reason that I have to end a role play. Also, please try and use proper grammar! I know sometimes I find a couple mistakes and my brain can work them out, but other times I just cannot do it! So try your best to do this for me, and we'll continue our role play and having fun!
3.) I am alright with maturity (Sex, Gore, Violence, Abuse, Drugs and Alcohol, etc.), but sometimes it becomes a little too much. If it gets to that point I will tell you, I won't stop talking to you, but I will expect you to understand that I am a human being and I have limits as well as you. And if you want to fade to black we can, I'm fine with that. Don't be afraid to tell me how you feel about things, I'm a great listener!
4.) The most important rule I have on here; HAVE FUN! If your not having fun or don't like where this is going, tell me, and we can change it or start a new one. I hate to lose partners because of things like this! Also, please don't leave for a long time and not tell me! I will assume after two weeks that our role play has ended, and kitten will be sad then But if your quitting on me, please tell me. I hate people who drop without a word. It usually makes kitten angry, and then kitten starts murdering puppies with a wrench! (Just kidding, I could never even kill a fly! And trust me, I'm too afraid to go near them! :P )
But those are my rules. Now, here is a sample of my writing for anyone who is curious.
It had been a long day on the cruise ship called The Dreamer, which had been chosen by its captain, Thomas L. Thatcher who people swore he was in his thirties while he was actually in his fifties. His short cut brown hair had started to gray a bit, but he was still as handsome as ever; With his chiseled jaw that had a bit of a stubble on it, his green eyes seeming to sparkle in the fading light and his tan skin almost seeming to glow. All of the women fawned over him, and the ones with husbands were dragged away and weren’t allowed to leave their rooms till the cruise was over.
Now Thomas’s son, John S. Thatcher, was even more popular than his father; His beach blonde hair was cut so it could be tousled like the most beautiful waves, his stormy blue eyes looked almost mysterious, but his warm tan skin was his fathers, and his bright white smile looked like his mother’s perfect one. The girls fanned over him, and he had to disguise himself just to get out and walk around the deck or get something to eat. Sometimes he wished he wasn’t so good looking, just so he could have a normal life.
The day had been filled with partying, dancing, drinking, swimming and going back to bed with another girl at your side. It was six girls 21st birthday, and every party was specially made for them. Although both Thomas and John wanted to go to one, they both didn’t want the consequences that could go with it; if Thomas was caught drinking he could lose his license, let alone crash the ship. And if John was caught drinking he was underage so he could be arrested, his dad wouldn’t bail him out of jail fore he thought that underage drinking was wrong and deserved punishment, plus he could do something stupid…… And end up being the father of one baby or more.
So both stayed away from the parties, Thomas hiding behind the wheel while John hide in their room with a book just outside of the captain’s station. But John put his book down as he heard a voice, an angelic one, beckoning him to his window. He could easily fit out of it, his body was lean with a bit of muscle on it. And that’s where the angelic voice was coming from; the window. “Come see what you could be; a wonderful future awaits you. Just open the window and we’ll take you to your destiny.” The voice said, female giggling coming after that.
John opened the window, looking far into the sea. Where were the voices coming from? They had to have been from out here….. Right? John asked himself, wondering if he was starting to go crazy. All of a sudden bright green octopus tentacles came out of the sea and pulled him in, but before everything happened he let out a scream, plunging into the water below. His father had heard the scream and came running, seeing the wide open window and turning a ghostly white. “John? John, where are you?” He yelled, throwing open every door and looking under everything before looking at the window. He scrambled over to it, peering outside with a flash light since it was dark and a bad storm was brewing.
The waves were pitch black and sea water splashed the captain’s face, and no matter how hard he looked, he could see nothing but black darkness. But below the waves John was drowning, the octopus pulling him deeper and deeper into the sea. Once he was at the bottom he saw the octopus for the first time, realizing it was a human girl with the lower half of her being octopus. There were others surrounding them, all of their pretty faces looking at him with a sinister appearance.
“Welcome to our humble abode, little boy. You truly are what the mermaids said; absolutely stunning. Too bad there aren’t any to save you.” The octopus girl said with a maniacal laugh, the whole group moving forward, piercing white shark teeth grinning at him. Suddenly his vision began to blur and he passed out, but before that happened he heard the octopus girls scream and felt the girl’s tentacles release him. And the shadow that loomed in front of him appeared to be another girls, but he didn’t get a close look before he passed out from lack of oxygen.
Time had passed as John laid on the lush beautiful beach, the sound of the ocean roaring like a lion while the waves that lapped at his ankles felt like its soft and usually red mane. John’s eyes opened as he began to cough up a bunch of sea water, his hands burying into the wet and crusty sand that he was laying in. He looked up, seeing foot prints leading across the beach. Someone had saved him; But who? He had been under so much water, he thought no one even a lifeguard could reach him. And if his analysis was correct, they looked like size 6’s for women.
He struggled to wake up his body as he tried to push himself up, his arms shaking before he collapsed back on the sandy ground again. After thirty minutes he tried again, and this time his body was working. He slowly stood up, his chest aching the most from lack of oxygen. But he knew he would be alright. But then he saw the most amazing thing; a girl, dressed in the finest silks, beautifully cut jewels, golden threaded patterns with intricate beading, and a crown adorning her head, was walking down the beach just a few yards away.
He started to stumble towards her, seeing her hair was partially wet too. “Hey, can you help me? Girl, hey, over here!” He yelled to her, her pale skinned face turning towards him. Her cheeks flushed bright red as she began to run away from him, making him wonder if he did something wrong. “Hey, wait up! Hey!” John yelled to her, taking off after her until they got to a rocky hill side covered with trees; and, she had completely disappeared. He looked around, wondering where she could have gone in that amount of time.
He soon spotted two bare feet, size 6’s exactly. “Hey, hey you! What’s your name?” He asked, walking over to her tree and resting his weight on it. The girls emerald green eyes looked down at him, her pale face hidden by the leaves. “Grace, Princess Grace. And you are?” She asked quietly, her voice holding an accent that was new to his ears. And he had been all over the world, but had never heard an accent like this one. Her accent must be a mix of two accents, but which ones I can’t tell! And where am I? That would be another way I could tell. John thought to himself, then realizing he had heard her say princess. But that would be a question for another time. “My name is John Thatcher. Are you the one who rescued me?” John asked, making Grace nod her head.
“Yes, I am. I hate to see a human drown, especially one so helpless and naïve.” Grace said, making John’s face grow serious. Why did she just referrer to me as a human? She’s one too…… Right? John asked himself, shaking his head when he remembered those octopus girls. Maybe Grace wasn’t human, like the other girls. But if so, where was he? He had never seen an island so lush and radiant before, and he thought he could see a large gleaming castle in the distance.
“What are you?” John asked, making Grace pull her face and feet into the trees. “Hey, are you still there? Grace, answer me? Where I and what’s the place called? And what are you? I need things explained to me, gosh darn it!” He yelled in his loudest voice, and after a long time, maybe hours of yelling to her, he gave up and laid down in a pile of leaves below. He watched the sun set, wondering where his dad was and if he knew he was missing. He longed for the feeling of a pat on the back from his father, or to hear his laugh that he knew so well.
But alas, he could not; and that’s what upset him the most. He soon fell asleep to the calming sounds of the sea, not knowing that there were other things watching him, ready to strike at a moment’s notice.
John awoke again, unsure of what was going on. He was in what seemed to be a flat stoned dungeon, his hands chained to the wall while there were large heavy iron balls attached to his ankles. How did he get here? And why was he here in the first place? He began to struggle, trying to get free of his bindings. But no matter how hard he tried, he could just not do it. He sighed angrily, hearing his stomach from hunger. A stone moved on the base of the floor, a nice warm meal being shoved through it before it closed again.
His chains were suddenly released a bit from the wall, as if his arms were the wooden draw bridge and his chains were allowing them to move down to let him eat. He grabbed the plate and gobbled it down, starving since he hadn’t ate in what felt like days. When he was done his arms were pulled back up by the chains, making him howl out in pain. How would he escape? He didn’t know, but he’d figure it out sometime, and get his revenge on his captors that had snatched him in his sleep.
Now, I do have plots, but you will have to ask for them by PM if you want to hear them.
But here are the basic pairings that I'd like to do;
((Bold are the roles I want to play. The ones that are * are my favorites. The ones that are double ** are the ones I want to do the most. And Italic means that this is the part I want someone else to play. And bold and Italic mean I'll play either one))
Warrior X Princess *
Prince X Rebel Girl
Roman Prince X Egyptian Princess **
Experiment Humanoid X Rebel ((Who tries to free the Experiments)) *
Ghost X Psychic
Human Boy X Genie *
Teacher X Student ((I prefer this in a college setting)) *
Boss X Employee
Soldiers X Civilian **
Doctor X Patient
Asylum Patient X Counselor
Vampire girl X Human Boy **
Vampire Boy X Human Girl **
Demon Girl X Human Boy **
Demon Boy X Human Girl **
Demon Boy X Angel Girl **
Vampire Girl X Demon Boy **
Angel Girl X Human Boy **
High School Sweet Hearts ((Can be any pairing)) **
Zombie Apocolypse ((Survivors, not zombies)) *
Princess X Thief **
Werewolf Boy X Human Girl **
Rich Guy X Poor Girl *
Arranged Marriage~ Soon To Be Wife X Soon To Be Husband **
Bad Boy X Good Girl **
There's more, but for now that's what I'm going to list! Hope to hear from you guys soon! :)
Now, there are a couple of rules I want to state before you hit that button to reply on here or send me a PM, because although I'm not the kind of person to jump on you and beat you with a spoon if you disobey the rules, I will tell you what I think of your writing every now and then. So that's a heads up for you guys to know, so expect it within the first 25 posts or so. :)
But anyways, the following rules apply to the role plays I want to have;
1.) I can usually spin out one really long paragraph or 5 smaller ones, but if you give me one sentence, it'll be a while before I can figure out how to respond. I understand that sometimes people get writers block, and I get that sometimes myself. But if you send me 30 one sentence replies, then we are going to have a little chat. But don't be scared, I'm not going to yell at you. I'm not that kind of person at all. So don't worry, it'll just be a nice little chat between us that will go smoothly that I know of.
2.) PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DON'T USE TEXT LANGUAGE!!!!!! I can't understand it, since whenever I text I use actual words and not things like, "OMG, LOL, TTYL, BRB, OMFG, LMFAO, YOLO, etc." I actually spell everything out, so don't expect me to reply if you send me a post full of text language. Maybe one or two text language mistakes I can handle, but five through ten will drive me crazy. And that might be a reason that I have to end a role play. Also, please try and use proper grammar! I know sometimes I find a couple mistakes and my brain can work them out, but other times I just cannot do it! So try your best to do this for me, and we'll continue our role play and having fun!
3.) I am alright with maturity (Sex, Gore, Violence, Abuse, Drugs and Alcohol, etc.), but sometimes it becomes a little too much. If it gets to that point I will tell you, I won't stop talking to you, but I will expect you to understand that I am a human being and I have limits as well as you. And if you want to fade to black we can, I'm fine with that. Don't be afraid to tell me how you feel about things, I'm a great listener!
4.) The most important rule I have on here; HAVE FUN! If your not having fun or don't like where this is going, tell me, and we can change it or start a new one. I hate to lose partners because of things like this! Also, please don't leave for a long time and not tell me! I will assume after two weeks that our role play has ended, and kitten will be sad then But if your quitting on me, please tell me. I hate people who drop without a word. It usually makes kitten angry, and then kitten starts murdering puppies with a wrench! (Just kidding, I could never even kill a fly! And trust me, I'm too afraid to go near them! :P )
But those are my rules. Now, here is a sample of my writing for anyone who is curious.
It had been a long day on the cruise ship called The Dreamer, which had been chosen by its captain, Thomas L. Thatcher who people swore he was in his thirties while he was actually in his fifties. His short cut brown hair had started to gray a bit, but he was still as handsome as ever; With his chiseled jaw that had a bit of a stubble on it, his green eyes seeming to sparkle in the fading light and his tan skin almost seeming to glow. All of the women fawned over him, and the ones with husbands were dragged away and weren’t allowed to leave their rooms till the cruise was over.
Now Thomas’s son, John S. Thatcher, was even more popular than his father; His beach blonde hair was cut so it could be tousled like the most beautiful waves, his stormy blue eyes looked almost mysterious, but his warm tan skin was his fathers, and his bright white smile looked like his mother’s perfect one. The girls fanned over him, and he had to disguise himself just to get out and walk around the deck or get something to eat. Sometimes he wished he wasn’t so good looking, just so he could have a normal life.
The day had been filled with partying, dancing, drinking, swimming and going back to bed with another girl at your side. It was six girls 21st birthday, and every party was specially made for them. Although both Thomas and John wanted to go to one, they both didn’t want the consequences that could go with it; if Thomas was caught drinking he could lose his license, let alone crash the ship. And if John was caught drinking he was underage so he could be arrested, his dad wouldn’t bail him out of jail fore he thought that underage drinking was wrong and deserved punishment, plus he could do something stupid…… And end up being the father of one baby or more.
So both stayed away from the parties, Thomas hiding behind the wheel while John hide in their room with a book just outside of the captain’s station. But John put his book down as he heard a voice, an angelic one, beckoning him to his window. He could easily fit out of it, his body was lean with a bit of muscle on it. And that’s where the angelic voice was coming from; the window. “Come see what you could be; a wonderful future awaits you. Just open the window and we’ll take you to your destiny.” The voice said, female giggling coming after that.
John opened the window, looking far into the sea. Where were the voices coming from? They had to have been from out here….. Right? John asked himself, wondering if he was starting to go crazy. All of a sudden bright green octopus tentacles came out of the sea and pulled him in, but before everything happened he let out a scream, plunging into the water below. His father had heard the scream and came running, seeing the wide open window and turning a ghostly white. “John? John, where are you?” He yelled, throwing open every door and looking under everything before looking at the window. He scrambled over to it, peering outside with a flash light since it was dark and a bad storm was brewing.
The waves were pitch black and sea water splashed the captain’s face, and no matter how hard he looked, he could see nothing but black darkness. But below the waves John was drowning, the octopus pulling him deeper and deeper into the sea. Once he was at the bottom he saw the octopus for the first time, realizing it was a human girl with the lower half of her being octopus. There were others surrounding them, all of their pretty faces looking at him with a sinister appearance.
“Welcome to our humble abode, little boy. You truly are what the mermaids said; absolutely stunning. Too bad there aren’t any to save you.” The octopus girl said with a maniacal laugh, the whole group moving forward, piercing white shark teeth grinning at him. Suddenly his vision began to blur and he passed out, but before that happened he heard the octopus girls scream and felt the girl’s tentacles release him. And the shadow that loomed in front of him appeared to be another girls, but he didn’t get a close look before he passed out from lack of oxygen.
Time had passed as John laid on the lush beautiful beach, the sound of the ocean roaring like a lion while the waves that lapped at his ankles felt like its soft and usually red mane. John’s eyes opened as he began to cough up a bunch of sea water, his hands burying into the wet and crusty sand that he was laying in. He looked up, seeing foot prints leading across the beach. Someone had saved him; But who? He had been under so much water, he thought no one even a lifeguard could reach him. And if his analysis was correct, they looked like size 6’s for women.
He struggled to wake up his body as he tried to push himself up, his arms shaking before he collapsed back on the sandy ground again. After thirty minutes he tried again, and this time his body was working. He slowly stood up, his chest aching the most from lack of oxygen. But he knew he would be alright. But then he saw the most amazing thing; a girl, dressed in the finest silks, beautifully cut jewels, golden threaded patterns with intricate beading, and a crown adorning her head, was walking down the beach just a few yards away.
He started to stumble towards her, seeing her hair was partially wet too. “Hey, can you help me? Girl, hey, over here!” He yelled to her, her pale skinned face turning towards him. Her cheeks flushed bright red as she began to run away from him, making him wonder if he did something wrong. “Hey, wait up! Hey!” John yelled to her, taking off after her until they got to a rocky hill side covered with trees; and, she had completely disappeared. He looked around, wondering where she could have gone in that amount of time.
He soon spotted two bare feet, size 6’s exactly. “Hey, hey you! What’s your name?” He asked, walking over to her tree and resting his weight on it. The girls emerald green eyes looked down at him, her pale face hidden by the leaves. “Grace, Princess Grace. And you are?” She asked quietly, her voice holding an accent that was new to his ears. And he had been all over the world, but had never heard an accent like this one. Her accent must be a mix of two accents, but which ones I can’t tell! And where am I? That would be another way I could tell. John thought to himself, then realizing he had heard her say princess. But that would be a question for another time. “My name is John Thatcher. Are you the one who rescued me?” John asked, making Grace nod her head.
“Yes, I am. I hate to see a human drown, especially one so helpless and naïve.” Grace said, making John’s face grow serious. Why did she just referrer to me as a human? She’s one too…… Right? John asked himself, shaking his head when he remembered those octopus girls. Maybe Grace wasn’t human, like the other girls. But if so, where was he? He had never seen an island so lush and radiant before, and he thought he could see a large gleaming castle in the distance.
“What are you?” John asked, making Grace pull her face and feet into the trees. “Hey, are you still there? Grace, answer me? Where I and what’s the place called? And what are you? I need things explained to me, gosh darn it!” He yelled in his loudest voice, and after a long time, maybe hours of yelling to her, he gave up and laid down in a pile of leaves below. He watched the sun set, wondering where his dad was and if he knew he was missing. He longed for the feeling of a pat on the back from his father, or to hear his laugh that he knew so well.
But alas, he could not; and that’s what upset him the most. He soon fell asleep to the calming sounds of the sea, not knowing that there were other things watching him, ready to strike at a moment’s notice.
John awoke again, unsure of what was going on. He was in what seemed to be a flat stoned dungeon, his hands chained to the wall while there were large heavy iron balls attached to his ankles. How did he get here? And why was he here in the first place? He began to struggle, trying to get free of his bindings. But no matter how hard he tried, he could just not do it. He sighed angrily, hearing his stomach from hunger. A stone moved on the base of the floor, a nice warm meal being shoved through it before it closed again.
His chains were suddenly released a bit from the wall, as if his arms were the wooden draw bridge and his chains were allowing them to move down to let him eat. He grabbed the plate and gobbled it down, starving since he hadn’t ate in what felt like days. When he was done his arms were pulled back up by the chains, making him howl out in pain. How would he escape? He didn’t know, but he’d figure it out sometime, and get his revenge on his captors that had snatched him in his sleep.
Now, I do have plots, but you will have to ask for them by PM if you want to hear them.
But here are the basic pairings that I'd like to do;
((Bold are the roles I want to play. The ones that are * are my favorites. The ones that are double ** are the ones I want to do the most. And Italic means that this is the part I want someone else to play. And bold and Italic mean I'll play either one))
Warrior X Princess *
Prince X Rebel Girl
Roman Prince X Egyptian Princess **
Experiment Humanoid X Rebel ((Who tries to free the Experiments)) *
Ghost X Psychic
Human Boy X Genie *
Teacher X Student ((I prefer this in a college setting)) *
Boss X Employee
Soldiers X Civilian **
Doctor X Patient
Asylum Patient X Counselor
Vampire girl X Human Boy **
Vampire Boy X Human Girl **
Demon Girl X Human Boy **
Demon Boy X Human Girl **
Demon Boy X Angel Girl **
Vampire Girl X Demon Boy **
Angel Girl X Human Boy **
High School Sweet Hearts ((Can be any pairing)) **
Zombie Apocolypse ((Survivors, not zombies)) *
Princess X Thief **
Werewolf Boy X Human Girl **
Rich Guy X Poor Girl *
Arranged Marriage~ Soon To Be Wife X Soon To Be Husband **
Bad Boy X Good Girl **
There's more, but for now that's what I'm going to list! Hope to hear from you guys soon! :)
