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2 yrs ago
Current Pretend this is actually something cool that I have to say.
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2 yrs ago
Statuses are sometimes the most relatable things ever- until they talk about kneecaps
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2 yrs ago
Building a guide to engaging roleplay! Need people to interview. If you want to, PM me! Input would be a great help! :)
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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙
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My name is Bailey, Agent, Trip or 43. I am versatile in roleplay topics, though I prefer to do almost anything in the fantasy realm. I'd be willing to rp with anybody, as long as you have enough patience to deal with my awkward personality and sometimes poor grammar. My PMs are open to discussing rps.

Please note that I have not existed or roleplayed for almost half a year so I will be struggling for a little while until I pick my abilities back up! I will try my best, so feel free to PM me as said above!

I talk too much sometimes, sorry



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Rowan finishes then stands, leaving his empty plate behind. He steps over the bench he was sitting on, as it has no back, then turns into his wolf form. He allows himself a wide yawn before focusing his attention on you.

"Come with me. I can teach you what little I know, even if I would rrrratherrrr be rrrrelaxing," he woofs.
"Rowan!" Gracye calls to him.

Rowan looks up, irritation flicking across his expression before he spots you and rolls his eyes, already knowing what Gracye is going to ask him to do.

"Fine. Let me finish eating then I'll help her," he tells Gracye, who nods then goes off to get her own food, easily being lost in the small crowd.

Rowan returns to his meal, though he eats a bit quicker now that you need his help.
She just sighs and enters the building, going off to find Rowan. It isn't clear if she expects you to follow or not.

Rowan is currently sitting at a table alone, his distinct lavender colored tail swishing as he picks at his meal, spaghetti and meatballs.
She sighs. But she doesn't know how to help you. At this point, even Gracye knows that speaking to Rowan would be your best bet, and she voices this fact.

"I can't help you. The only person I can think of who could help you would be Rowan."
I would do the Star Wars idea with you! I have a few Star Wars characters who could be useful. I've got a deserter Sith apprentice, a Sith Lord, and two force-sensitive females who don't know it yet. Pls PM me! If you want to perhaps do a 1x1, that is.
Gracye eventually finishes the book, around dusk, and stands, looking down at you.

"We should go inside and see what Mother is making for dinner," she suggests.
She continues to ignore you. She turns the pages of her book after exactly 30 seconds, though she's read the complete page.
She smiles and pats your muzzle before returning to her book. She then remains silent, pretty much ignoring you. Her book, to her, is more interesting than you are right now.
Gracye doesn't look up from her book until you're pretty close to her. Even then, she wears an expression that says I'd rather be reading. Of course, that expression changes when she recognizes you. She nods her approval.

"Very nice," she smiles.
He rolls his eyes, displaying his obvious dislike for Gracyelia.

"Ugh. The den's going to run out of space at this point. Anyway," he pauses for a moment. "Go show Gracyelia your achievement. She'd care more than I do."

With that, he stands and turns, his lavender furred tail batting your face.
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