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The name's "Angel", "Rae", or "Marya", whichever seems fit, and I have been a roleplayer for four or five years. In Eastern timezone of the US, although my family roots are Polish, German, and Irish, it does explain why I mysteriously speak in European accents 😋 Anyway, I am a nineteen year-old with a fascination in Mental Psychology, History, and the Arts! Even though I am a graphic arts person with a very creative mind, I can't seem to draw my ideas on a piece of paper. 😋
Instead, I mostly express my ideas through writing and graphic designing on my laptop or cellphone.

I must warn you: 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. If it doesn't attract my interest, I might not be swayed into any kind of idea you have in store, unfortunately.

Anyway, onto my Hobbies and Interests.....
I love Music very badly. Music is my life(-line)! It also helps me think better, including anything that is upbeat and can help me feel into it. Those include:
(Hollywood Undead, Falconshield, TeamHeadKick, Avril Lavigne, etc.)
(Lady Gaga, Kesha, Photronique, Katy Perry, Halsey, etc.)
(Nicki Minaj, Iggy Azalea, ERBOH, JT Machinima, etc.)

Did I mention that I can sing and rap? I can do both, alright!
I have an account on which is an online karaoke station where you can sing with others or sing the song yourself.
This is my account if you want to listen to any of my songs. Only the favorites! Please "heart" and follow me!
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Can't wait to see what you come up with! :)
Wherever Abigail was, she was in the back storage room, where one would place their goods and other productivity. Crates placed in the small room, stacked upon each other, but left an easy walkway for one to enter the main area ahead. The tavern was medium-sized; there appeared to be two parts of the structure: the main area for customers, with a bar next to the entrance of the storage room, and a set of stairs that lead to the top level of another room. If one was wise, the owner, and the other head merchants were the only ones allowed to venture up there. Personally, that's where they would have meetings in an isolated room, discussing the stats of the port's trade market. The bar was just below that room, in the main area.

The place was mainly built with wood, and a few spots that had some spots of polish to it, with a few candlelights being the only light source to this day and age, so the room had a gentle glow of dimmed light surrounding it, reflecting off some of the residing people within.

Mister Meeks was sitting at one of the tables by himself; a mug before him, and bleakly staring at it. He hoped that what he just did was good enough, and that the quartermaster might see fit to protect some of the men. But, unaware of his captain's entrance, along with a few of his men, Meeks stayed firm in his seat. One of the men, the boatswain silently laid a hand on his shoulder in greeting, before sitting next to him, but not before Ned appeared on the opposite side. "How awkward this is", that Irish tongue spoke, albeit in a very casual way. "Mister Holmes here informed me that he observed you in this place, very nervously entering Eleanor Guthrie's office. I told myself 'What on Earth could Mister Meeks have to say to her?'. Now I'm forced to wonder if it stems from your concerns about my fitness. Seeking an ally, perhaps, to threaten my position as Captain", he said, mainly to foretell about his thoughts of the recent report.

Even after he heard all this, Meeks firmly kept his ground, staying calm. "I swore an oath to those men. To protect them from their captain. From themselves when called for", he responded, wavering the last part towards the standing, slender boatswain on his left side, seemingly not regretting his decision. "I see", Ned neutrally said, not looking at him, but somewhat blankly looking into space. "Perhaps you're right. Perhaps you serve them best by betraying me in this moment", he seemed to sound pleased to hear the truth, but deep-down, the captain didn't take it to heart, like always. "Although, perhaps this is just an act of a spineless traitor, who might have something to do with my missing prize", he added as an afterthought. "In which case", he reached to the right side of his waist; dagger making itself known, he placed it on the surface of the table. "I have the duty to do something about it", there was a slight amount of fear creeping up on Meeks. He attempted to stand up, but the boatswain on his other side, sat him back down again, preventing him from moving.

A bang was heard, a clatter. Then, there was grunting, sounding like a struggle. The noise caught the attention of other buccaneers, and civilians. No children, but just women and men, alike. The next thing heard was a yell, and then screaming. Screams of agony, if one heard clearly. From a separate room, connected to the main room, emerged a beautiful Caucasian woman with pinned-up, beach-blonde hair, as well as some of its strands had framed her face. She looked to be in her late-twenties, with green-blue eyes, and nude, pink lips. She had a long, elegant, brown skirt, a constricting belt holding it up, and a white shirt rolled upon her forearms. Behind her, followed a man; a tall one, leonine, with a barbarian look about him; his long, dread-locked hair emphasizing it, as well as his bar-fight nose, narrow, feline-like eyes, and sharp face, looking to be in his late thirties. These two individuals were Eleanor Guthrie and Charles Vane. "'The hell's going on here?", the English woman demanded, but didn't get any closer to the scene before her, already petrified at what was before her. The man behind her didn't feel the same, but showed transparent disbelief.
Not exactly funny, but morally ambiguous. Oooooo!
Oh, as they meet her, Shadow might show Yugi her persuasion abilities upon Mai ;) Just briefly, and harmless fun!
Sure. At first, I thought you were gonna ask me to play her. For one, I never liked her (in general). And I don't think I would be able to nail her character LOL!
The disguised version of Shadow:

Shadow watched as Yugi steeled himself together to work up his courage. That's the spirit, she thought with satisfaction, before she faded away from next to him. The genie tempted to chuckle at the scene between her master and Joey. Yugi must be that pure, after all, she concluded. Her predictions were true about this boy; he had this "friendly" element, and she could sense through his shadow that radiated a lot of positive energy, although there was a slight chip of timidness attached to it. But she figured that that was just a natural addition to his being.

Once he and Joey hit the rails upon the vessel, she came back out again, standing at Yugi's opposite side, while the blonde teen was on the other.
Shadow smiled fondly, as she stopped with him to see this vessel on water. She remembered traveling with Pegasus on these crafts. The views were nice, but it was slightly uncomfortable traveling with him. Hopefully, this time would be much different. She looked back at Yugi when he asked her if she was prepared. The genie nodded, passing him some silent encouragement of her own. She was ready, but was he? "Are you?", she asked to be sure.
"Wow, I never thought of it that way", and Shadow didn't. "Where I come from, forgiveness wasn't taken lightly. So, we keep it to ourselves to prevent punishment", she was looking down at the ground again as they walked. Come to think of it, she will never forgive the man that killed her sister in the first place. She remembered it like it was yesterday, even though it happened eight years ago. The genie, however, remembered that the boy was present next to her. This was a new chapter; the past is past, but that doesn't she was will forget what happened. "Hey, is that the dock you were talking about?", having to already spot their destination, she hoped to change the subject.
Even as she walked, Shadow had her arms crossed across her chest; a very traditional position for her race. It showed how majestic and proud they were, and it also presents her obedience and patience. After two days of being in Yugi's possession, she's been patient with him. She, once again, looked down at her mistake to even ask for his permission in the first place, after he told her that she wouldn't need to. This confused her as well, but after a moment, she proceeded with her question. "Your friend said that he used to bully you. After everything he did to you, what made you decide into defending him?", she wanted to know why someone like Yugi would forgive someone, who gave him nothing but misery.
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