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9 days ago
Officially Turned 22 Today! Sky’s the Limit For This Aspiring Artist! :)
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Junior Year of College Finally Ended! Hello Summer :)
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20 days ago
May the Fourth Be With You All! The Force Continues to Bring Us Together Amidst This Damning Pandemic :)
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Happy Easter To Those Among Us :) Even To The Poor Souls Forced To Be Away From Their Loved Ones
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Still Busy, Folks :( Tasks Come One After The Other. I Pray To Respond Close To The Weekend :)
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ANGElBiTES
Geek /|\ Gamer /|\ ISFP-INFP /|\ Music-Lover /|\ Daydreamer /|\ Writer

"I know exactly what I want and who I want to be!
I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine!
I'm now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy!
Oh, oh no! Oh no, oh no!"



Name: Bre.
Aliases: Angel, Breeze, Kinoko, Panda, or Rae.
Birthday/Age: May 15. Taurus. 22.
Gender: Female.
Sexuality: Heterosexual (albeit Bi-curious).
Ethnicity: Mixed (Caucasian/African-American).
Ancestry: English, Irish, Polish, German, and South-West African.
Religion: Christian (Catholicism).
Time Zone: Eastern Standard.

Hair Color: Ombre-Blonde.
Eye Color: Dark Brown.

Occupation(s): Full-Time Student, Assistant/Supervisor (school-year; part-time).
Major: Web and Digital Media (Graphic & Web Design).


Sources of Writing: Laptop, Desktop, and Cellphone.
Years of Experience: At least 8.
RP Level: High-Casual to Advanced, depending on health/mental state and time.
Dedication Level: Very High.

Personality: Ambiverted, Caring/Compassionate, Understanding, Honest, Friendly, Imaginative, Artistic, Funny (in my own way, apparently), Confident, Strong-willed, Feisty, Sisterly, Organized, Protective, Loyal/Committed, Stubborn, Tomboyish, Determined, Opportunistic, Obsessive (somewhat), and Easily Distracted.
Habits, Tics, and Quirks: Speaking Accents (Australian, Russian, English, and Kiwi) At Random, Hashtag Genius, OCD (brief), ADHD, ’Experience-Taking’, Autism/Asperger's Syndrome (high-functioning); in regards to this, I must warn you that, when it comes to fandoms, I tend to be a little preoccupied with the ones I'm already into. Be aware that I will not easily adapt to new fandoms; if I lose interest in a story within play, I may either have a short-term writer's block, or feel that I'd highly recommend a new story that'll keep me strongly interested. So, bear with me if I ever reject an unfamiliar idea, or suddenly suggest a new one.
Biggest RP Pet Peeve: Whereabouts and Ghosting.
Please be present and keep me updated from time to time. I'll do the same.
It's annoying when people become invisible, miraculously appear out of nowhere, and complain, once they find a story cancelled.



Basic Comforts:
~ OC-wise, I write female characters, though on rare occasions, I'll take on a male role.
~ Open to dark themes (drugs, abuse, etc.), but NO pedophilia or beastility (except for anthros).
~ All-in for homo (MxM/FxF) and hetero (MxF) pairings (I mostly lean towards the dominant-role, depending on character and plot).
~ Face-claims are a preference for real-life OCs, as well as voice portrayals for anime OCs.
For additional information, instant-transmission to my INTEREST CHECK!

Genres: Action, Adventure, Anime/Animation, Comedy, Drama, Fantasy, Historical, Horror, Mystery, Romance, Sci-Fi, Superhero, Thriller, War, Apocalyptic, and Western.
Themes: Epic, B-Movie, Coming of Age, Dystopia, Girl Power, Martial Arts, Family Bonds, Supernatural, and a few others yet to be mentioned.

I love Music very badly! I treat it as my life-line, as it also helps me think better :3
METAL / ROCK / DANCE-POP / REGGAETON / R&B / HIP-HOP/RAP / TRAP
Favorites include:
- Skillet, Halestorm, Disturbed, Rob Zombie, Manowar, Little V Mills, Avril Lavigne, Panic At The Disco!, Mick Gordon, Motley Crue, Nickelback, Falconshield, Lady Gaga, Britney Spears, Katy Perry, Kesha, Cascada, Little Mix, Demi Lovato, Nicki Minaj, Pitbull, FabvL, Iggy Azalea, JT Machinima, etc. Others yet to be mentioned...



Current Involvements
Current Quantity: FULL

Under Construction.....



“I don't wanna go to school; I just wanna break the rules!
Boys and girls across the world, putting on our dancing shoes
Going to the discotheque, getting high and getting wrecked
I don't wanna go to school; I just wanna break the rules”


Most Recent Posts



Thor Odinson
Lochila Laufeysdottir






Lochila looked to the side with shame in her eyes, once Thor glanced at her with contempt and disbelief. "It was a punishment, used for centuries, in the attempt of subduing the arrogance and pride of us gods, in the hope of making us more human, like those on Midgard. Such arrogance can make us threats to the human race -- if not, to the Nine Realms. Before I became king, when I was still in my years of young and stupid, I was sent down to Earth by our father Odin", the blonde man explained. before looking back at his daughter. "We feared that arrogance to rise within my own bloodline, so I sent you there, aligned with Lochila's exile, where you would grow to be humble, and filled with the humility of your ties with godhood. Until it is safe to return, you are to remain here, until the threat is dealt with. I'm sorry for my absence, but it is only necessary".

"Remember the 'uncle' I mentioned to you about, Torunn?", Lochila asked her, from the side. "My 'twin brother', is Loki, the bringer of chaos; the family's adopted snake; a liar, filled to the brim with venom. He is the last living organism in the cosmos to ever trust. As his twin, I am his benevolent counterpart", taking a sigh, she approached the blonde girl. "Your uncle -- adopted uncle -- came to me, one day, swearing up and down that we were being kept as trophies of the throne. Adopted from another realm called Jotunheim, we were taken in by Odin, at a young age. Asgard and Jotunheim were at war at the time we were found. Raised alongside them, we thought of truly being part of the family, but then, my brother was convinced that we were never going to be favored, because of how different we were. After our father went into temporal shutdown, he came up with a plan: We were to kill our own race, in order to prove our worth. We almost succeeded, until your father came and stopped us. In the end, I learned that it was all part of Loki's plan to be better than all of us, combined. So, he became imprisoned for eternal life, while I was sent away with you in my arms".
Jennifer silently groaned in annoyance, shaking her head, in confirmation to Charlie's statement. Why would they want her off the case? Because she's too pushy for the business? Or, because she knew too much that it causes pressure for the police? These thoughts were circling around in her head, as she listened in on the conversation, though at the same time, she pretended to mind her own business. April herself didn't seem all to pleased on what was being requested of her. "Charles, what are you talking about? It's my story; no way".

"Look at you; you're exhausted!", the man insisted, following April into the bathroom, which caused Jennifer to frown, telling Charlie to stay put, before tailing the two adults from behind, just by a few feet. "Let somebody else help you cover City Hall".

The teenage boy in the room seemed to be looking around, before catching sight of what seemed to be Mikey hiding under the table, in the reflection of one of the mirrors. Turning around, hoping to figure out whether it was a trick of the eye or not, the turtle disappeared on the spot, as if he had never been there.

"What's with you today?", April asked her boss, wondering why he would tell her to lay back, while proceeding to wash her face. "Nothing's with me today. I just thought you might like a little help", Jennifer continued to listen in, still trying to decipher what was really going on behind this incessant yet unexpected meeting, shortly before peeking from behind the doorway. "Well, I don't. Hand me a towel, will you?", she gasped, having to see Donatello hiding behind the shower curtain, with Jennifer catching a glimpse of him in the mirror. Her heart sunk, as Charles approached that very spot! "Charles, no!", April rushed to stop him, but right as he moved the curtain, there was no Donatello. "What's wrong?"

"I just don't want you to see my unsightly bathtub ring. Okay, just out, out, out, out, out", and just like that, she was pushing him out of her bathroom; Jennifer, making a quiet snicker, when she found the turtle clinging to the ceiling of the shower. "I have to get ready for work. Danny, would you tell your father to relax?"

"I wish", so that was his name. Danny.

"Just don't push any buttons today, okay?", and then, he was gone, along with "Danny".
"Somebody's here", Jennifer told her softly.

"It's my boss", April said, carefully stepping around the turtles, and approaching the door. "Can you guys...", right before she could even such a question, the four brothers disappeared on the spot, as if they were never there to begin with. Jennifer even had to blink, after looking away from Charlie to register how they got away unannounced. But then, both women had to remember that they were trained as ninjas -- mentally-noted. "...hide?", the woman pulled herself together, as she waited for the girls to put themselves in something decent, before opening the door. "Charles, what's up?", a man walked in, with a teenaged boy, who seemed to be tagging along with him. His son, perhaps?

"April...listen. You have been working awful hard on this story lately. Why don't you take it easy for a while? Just let somebody else handle it".
Giving a sigh, Raphael gave a grunt, as a way to agree with her. The anti-social type he was, the rebellious turtle didn't give much of an acknowledgment with words. So, the best way, nowadays for him, was to display his feelings and emotions with action -- and he did this by walking away from the door. If she noticed him missing, then he left her a sign by putting a slight creak into the floor upon his every footstep, so she could detect his departure, as he reluctantly went back to his sleeping spot. Unknown to him, Jennifer was awake, having to overhear their conversation, which made the Asian teen smile to herself.

The next morning, it was another day of caution, and judging by how April found the four turles nearly taking up the entire front room on the floor, it wasn't going to be easy getting visitors, especially since the four brothers stayed the night, looking for solace and comfort. She couldn't blame them; they had nowhere else to go. Their light snores were enough to wake Jennifer up, by she noticed April walk into the room, giving the woman a shrug, and an apologetic smile. However, before their host could say anything, there was a knock on the door, awakening her guests. "Who is it?"

"It's me, Charles", Jennifer silently cussed, before softly shaking Charlotte awake, who laid next to her on the futon.
By this point, Raphael stood silent in front of the bathroom door, just listening to Charlie's voice from the other side. Her soft, reassuring words were that of a small bell; it sounded that of a promise. That they will be able to find him, and the rebellious turtle can only hope. "...thanks...", he finally said. "...Charlie", he added.
He listened intently, when Charlie started explaining her side of the story, having to slowly raise his head on the spot. It was a similar one that Raphael could say as well, since he too felt alone in the world with his family, until they finally met someone that was experiencing the same things. It didn't even phase Raphael when she started to go down the line of sensitive information. "No, that's...", he trailed off, giving a sigh, as it was indeed hard to take in.
Raphael didn't say anything, even after he heard her speak, but rather continued looking at the floor, and twirled the sai in his hand, once more; a compulsive childhood habit, whenever his thoughts decided to race. Why was he feeling this way? What was this instinct? It was similar to how he would be protective over his family, but this...this was new. Hearing her question, the rebel didn't answer right away. Taking a deep breath, he answered back, just as soft. "It's fine. It's just...I'm not used to talking to those outside my own, ya know?"
Raphael was leaning against the wall, near the bathroom, looking down at the floor, as he listened to the girl's words from inside. He didn't mean to scare her, since it was indeed late in the night, and that they had to be cautious. Whoever took Splinter may as well be looking for them too. "No. No, I didn't", he said softly, shaking his head. "I just...wanted to...make sure you were okay".
Grunting softly, Raphael wasn't sure if he should answer back. But, he figured that she needed to know who was at the door, really to find out if it was friend or foe. So, if it made her feel better, he finally spoke. "It's me", he was quiet, but it was loud enough for Charlie to hear.
Around time that Charlie woke up, Raphael was still awake, having to listen to her footsteps go all the way into the bathroom. Having to hear running water, he wondered whether if she was taking a shower, or simply taking a moment. It was none of his business, but then, she was in there longer than she should, and so, the red-bandanaed turtle silently got up from his sleeping spot, and approached the door. As trained as he was, Raphael made his pursuit, unannounced. He didn't open the door, but rather knocked on it with the handle of his sai.
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