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Current Happy Pride 2026!
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Burned out...
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Bouncing back and forth, mentally, in a world of Dark Urbancore Fantasy.
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Even when in the middle of creating an original demon species codex for Devil May Cry, I get bored. @SporkoBug, heed my call! XD
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At Work on a diceless, DND-Type Story with elements from Journey to the West, Black Myth WuKong, Investiture of the Gods, and more Chinese Classics!
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ANGElBiTES
Geek | Gamer | ISFP (The Adventurer) | Music-Lover | Daydreamer | Writer
Taurus | 28 | Female (Tomboy) | She/Her | Bisexual | EST


Name: Bre.
Aliases: Angel, Elle ("L"), Panda, Kinoko, Princess, KiKi, or Rae.
Birthday: May 15.
Ethnicity: Caucasian + African-American.
Ancestry: English, Irish, Polish, German, and South-West African.
Relationship Status: Taken (5 Years of Happiness)

Sources of Writing: Apple Notebook, Windows 11 Personal Desktop, and iPhone 11.
Programs Used for Writing: Google Docs and Apple Notes.
Years of Experience: 13.
RP Level: All. It varies on health/mental state, knowledge, and time.
Commitment/Dedication Level: Very High.
Current Job: Sr. Canine Coach.
Educ: Diploma + Bachelor's (Computer Info Systems in Web & Digital Media) - possibly Associate's (Arts in English). Might take community courses!

Personality: Ambiverted, Caring/Compassionate, Understanding, Affectionate, Friendly, Honest, Imaginative, Artistic, Perceptive, Open-Minded, Funny (in my own way, apparently), Confident, Strong-willed, Feisty, Sisterly, Perfectionist, Organized, Protective, Loyal, Stubborn, Tomboyish, Determined, Opportunistic, Sarcastic, Obsessive (somewhat), and Easily Distracted.
Habits, Tics, and Quirks: Using Accents (Australian, Russian, British, German, and Kiwi), ADHD, ’Experience-Taking’, Asperger's Syndrome (don’t worry, I’m highly functional).
I must warn you that, when it comes to the works, I tend to be a little preoccupied, or hyper-fixated, with the ones I'm already into. If I lose interest in a story within play, it may either be a short-term writer's block, or if it's time for me to recommend something else. 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.

Close Peeps: @Jazz [@DestinyStar] [@Tajjus] @MegaraFoxfire @SporkoBug @MegaMatt ZX

Basic Comforts:
1. Primarily 1x1, since 'time' and 'waiting' are not really me.
2. Mostly female OCs - but I'm flexible :)
3. OCxOC, CanonxOC & (rarely) CanonxCanon. I can play various canons for both of the two.
4. FxF, MxF, MxM, NBxBinary, NBxNB, Other Genders & Null. Mostly leaning into dominant-roles.
5. All up for Poly & Mono-relationship dynamics!
6. Both thread & PM, but stories with strong adult content belong in the PM.
7. Faceclaims are preferable for live-action OCs, for visual purposes.
8. Open to dark themes (drugs, abuse, etc.), but NO pedophilia or bestiality (except for anthros).
9. Smut-only, slice-of-life, and rushed story-lines are (also) a big NO!

Genres - Action, Adventure, Anime, Animation, Comedy, Crime, Drama, Family, Fantasy, Historical Fiction, Horror, Mystery, Psychological, Romance, Sci-Fi, Superhero, Thriller & Western
Themes - Coming of Age, Cult Classic, Epic, Girl Power, Dystopian, High School, Extraterrestrial, Cyberpunk, Martial Arts, Zombie, Medieval, Post-Apocalypse, Supernatural & Familial Bonding

RP SPACE : FULL
INTEREST CHECK : CLOSED


Music: '80s-'00s Heavy Metal/Rock, Industrial, House/Electronic-Dance, Alternative, Pop, R&B, Latina, '90s-'00s Hip-Hop/Rap & Trap. I'm also a sucker for Nightcore & Nerdcore!

AC/DC, Halestorm, Queen, Manowar, Little V Mills, Avril Lavigne, Megan Thee Stallion, K/DA, Mick Gordon, Friedrich Habetler, Jonathan Young, Kim Petras, Falconshield, Lady Gaga, Katy Perry, Ava Max, Kesha, Dua Lipa, Little Mix, Rustage, Daddyphatsnaps, Demi Lovato, Nicki Minaj, Pitbull, FabvL, JT Music, and more!




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Shadow kept her gaze to the ground, but managed to look at Yugi, and crossing her arms over her chest. She looked up at Yubel, who lingered nearby before closing her eyes, passively. 'I apologize, puzzle-solver, for my sudden departure', she said softly in their telepathic bond. 'Something deeply troubled me, and I couldn't stand the fact of admitting it to you', the genie could only be glad that she had managed to talk to Yami about it. Maybe it was a good idea to tell Yugi; right here, right now. So it wouldn't happen again.

'I...', Shadow could only pray that this should help her get used to communicating with Yugi, especially when it involved personal matters. 'It's about Mai', she finally managed to say what was on her mind. 'I found her to be intrusive; a distraction from what's in front of you. Yugi, I was jealous. For your sake, I knew that I shouldn't feel such things. I did what I had to do; the temptation was awful', she never felt such shame and, because of it, the genie was lightly biting her lip. 'Forgive me; I'm sorry for my behavior', she finally said it, only hoping that the boy will take it, lightly.
I was wondering where you disappeared to.
I'll post soon, probably this evening or tommorrow :)
"Will, how many times do I have to say for you to call me 'Elizabeth'?", the blonde young woman asked him, until her father walked off to get the necessary money to pay for the sword. The governor's only daughter, Elizabeth Swann, had the physical appearance of a fine young woman; a young goddess in human form. For her, she didn't mind talking to those of low-status. She was just too kind when talking to them, not really wishing them harm, but only to wish them the best of luck, despite what her father thinks on such behavior.

It only took them a few moments to look at each other in the face, before the governor cut back in, giving Will the payment. "Well, we don't want to be late now, do we?", he took the presentation case in hand, and gestured the girls to follow him out to the carriage that was waiting outside. "Come now, Elizabeth. Abigail", his daughter just kept her kind smile on. "Good day, Mister Turner", she softly said, sounding slightly disappointed to not talk to him a little longer, before following the elderly man out of the mansion.

"Oh, Abigail. Do something about your hair, would you?", Weatherby asked the younger girl, as soon as he noticed her hair to be in such disarray, as they walked towards the carriage.

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Both the harbor and the town were bustling with activity; markets selling and buying, and animals communicating with each other, either on the streets or their stables/pens. Leaning in the shade, against one of the barns sat a womanly figure, who appears to be wearing suggestive clothing that seems to resemble a Western saloon girl; a lace-trimmed, ivory-colored tank-corset with an addition of tight, long-sleeves, and a matching short mini-skirt stopping at her upper thighs. Attached to her back-waist, was a matching ivory organza bustle pooling down to her feet, and revealing her front bare legs. She also appears to be wearing black, lace-trimmed, thigh-high stockings, a black choker, and black calf-high heeled boots. Her chest-lengthed, wavy-curled dark brown hair was covered by a hood-like piece, that also seems to cover some places of her youthful face. However, despite the coverage of some parts of her face, she seems to be able to gaze out into the market with keen, blue eyes.

Stepping out of the shadows, and revealing more color, the mystery woman strolled casually right past a fruit stand, and snuck an apple from the cart. However, this didn't go unnoticeable. "What-? Hold up there, you", the seller called to her in a patronizing manner, making the young woman halt in her steps and turn back around to walk back towards him. "It’s a shilling for one piece of me fruit", he told her, before she casted a dubious glance back towards the cart. Sighing before smiling coyly, she took three shillings from her pouch, and placed them on the cart. "What do you say to three shillings, and we forget this even happened?", she spoke to him in a cool, innocent-like tone in her English-accented voice.

The seller seems to consider this as he stepped away. "Welcome to Port Royal, miss", he welcomed her before moving off. She acknowledged the welcome with a nod and a cool smile, before moving past another cart, spotting a small money bag sitting on top of it. She picked up the bag to shake it. Pleased to hear the rattle of coins, she pocketed it and moved on. Thank god, she told Mr. Silver to keep the ship in one of the hidden arches, a few yards away from the dock. 'Do not, under any circumstances, engage', she remembered telling him. With the vessel hidden between too rock formations, it would be increasingly difficult to spot, even to the eyes of the patrolling British. However, she knows that the ship can't stay camouflaged forever.

@Black Ninja
Alyxander Wolfe





Alias: Alyx.

Species: Human, Titan-Shifter.
Gender: Male.
Age: 21.
Height:
* 5’11" (Human).
* 15 m (Titan).

Relatives:
* Father thought to still be alive.

Residence:
* Underground underneath Wall Sina.

Occupation: Criminal Enforcer (formerly) ; Survey Corps Soldier (currently).
Affiliation: Survey Corps; Scout Regiment.
Former Affiliation: Undisclosed.

Hair Color: Very dark brown.
Eye Color: Auburn.

Personality:
Though Alyx is not malicious by nature, his rough upbringing has made it difficult for him to relate with others and he has certainly developed a cold exterior when interacting with almost anyone though he still respects rank, experience and skill. It just means you will rarely receive anything except the bare minimum from him and generally he likes to focus on the task at hand than sparking a conversation with his teammates. Though it might not look like he’d work well in a team, he listens to orders and follows them as perfectly as he can manage but if he has any input he will make it known especially if it endangers any lives because he doesn’t actually want to see anyone die around him despite what he might say.

As his family were forced underground, all of his adult life he has hated the nobility within Wall Sina who care so little for the lives of those barely surviving beneath them. He would rather have nothing to do with anyone who has such a lavish background and his tolerance level for them is incredibly low to the point that there may be an outburst of violence. And that would end poorly for all parties involved.

If, and this is no easy feat, one managed to earn his full trust then there is no better soldier to have watch your back and he would risk his neck to protect anyone who he genuinely cared for but thus far everyone is treated professionally and with very limited emotion behind his thoughts and actions.

Abilities:
- Omni-Directional Mobility Gear & Blade-Wielding:
Unfortunately Alyx is unable to accomplish much with his fists against the power of a Titan and so he has adapted his unorthodox fighting style with the use of the swords needed to cut into their skin and either destroy them or at least disable them. Such weapons are never really used against other humans and so he couldn’t say were he would stand against some individuals but his strikes are accurate and quick. Having lived underground for most of his life, the Omni-Directional Mobility Gear was harder for him to get the hang of but through stubborn determination not to be seen as a failure or a joke of a recruit he did after some time become acquainted with operating in a 3d space.

- Unarmed Combat:
Alyx’s fighting style is likely different from most others in that he’ll use any method to overcome an opponent no matter how unfair it may seem. His stance is that of a boxer and he much prefers quick punches and jabs over kicks though he did not neglect the lower half of his body during training as that would present clear weaknesses to his form. He enjoys catching people off-guard by grappling them to the ground and fighting them there. For his athletic build he is surprisingly strong.

- Endurance:
A noticeable talent of his his will to keep on fighting and persevering no matter the odds or how dire his current situation is. Whether human or even Titan, if he gets knocked down he will get back up again unless he is outright killed or has suffered injuries so severe he is physically unable to move.

- Power of the Titans:
Alyx’s Titan form has yet to manifest itself due to him having not suffered any major wounds that would threaten his life enough to force the transformation, for the moment it lies dormant though it cannot stay hidden forever. It’s appearance and abilities are unknown due to not having been used.

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Taking the case in hand, Weatherby Swann was just about to consider looking for his daughter, until she and his niece just happened to enter the family home...at the right time. He knew that Abigail and Elizabeth had a habit to sneak off, but when it comes to rather important occassion, he would want them to stay put, until everything was in order. But no...they would rather go out and pass the time. He would only have a heart attack if he saw a smudge or stain on his daughter's wedding dress. Thankfully, it would appear that she was being very careful this time. Highly unlike all of her other dresses...

"Oh, would you girls just stay in one place? Here, in the mansion, please?", he asked them, almost exasperated and relieved at the same time. It was like he had an extra child, who would be too much for a single father. "Well, no other. You look absolutely stunning, Elizabeth", the governor complimented to the woman with her brown-blonde hair tied up, and in her wedding dress.

On the other hand, Elizabeth almost didn't hear her father, since she happened to look over at her childhood friend, who appeared to just be leaving. "Will, it's good to see you", she smiled while putting her shoes back on, almost clumsily, probably due to her excitement of seeing her dear friend.
The governor sheathed the sword out of its holding as he listened to the young man, immediately marveling the craftsmanship on such a weapon. Throughout the entire meeting, he wasn't exactly interested on the blacksmith apprentice's technique and skill, but kept his regards on the master, being more overly impressed that the master would do such an amazing job in crafting it.

"Impressive. Very impressive. I'm sure the Commodore will be most pleased with this", he passes the sword back to Will, so it would placed properly back in its sheath. "Well, do pass my compliments to your master, would you?", he asked him expectedly.

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Though it wasn't exactly right, Elizabeth had sat right down on the spot she was standing at, right upon a giant rock, that would keep her dress from getting dirty and not letting her father get suspicious. She was wearing the dress that was meant for the wedding, and if she got it full of sand, someone at the ceremony would be more than likely to faint. It would be considered disgraceful and humiliating for the Swann family. For that, she kept an internal promise to not get it ruined.

Her time of gazing at the horizon was interrupted, once again, but knowing that it was only her young cousin talking, Elizabeth didn't get upset. "A little", she admitted, almost too afraid of what he future would bring for the both of them. Their trips to the beach would end, and their visits with Will might cease than normal. Dissapointely, Elizabeth knew that the Commodore would disapprove of William being near his soon-to-be wife, but he had to give the young man some level of regard, since Norrington also played some part in Will's rescue.

She remembered that day like it was yesterday - from finding him, to growing up together. To this day, she still considered him to be one of their closest friends. Sure, Abigail may not know Will that much, but if anything, Elizabeth would trust him to put Abigail in his hands. Now, it felt like those days would officially come to an end after all of the marriage. Life was just unfair, but they were ladies of privilege; everything was arranged, not by their own choices.

After a time, and a sigh, Elizabeth stood up from the spot of where she sat, being very careful in maneuvering herself, in order to not ruin her dress. "We should go", she softly said to Abigail, being internally sad, at the fact that they were leaving their favorite spot in Port Royal.
Void
"Sir, you have a visitor", one of the male house servants spoke to the governor upstairs, who was checking his gray, curly wig. Hurrying downstairs, he could spot the young man already there, and he presumed that this young man had the sword that was to be expected at the Commodore's preposition. For him to be governor, it wasn't easy. Looking after his only daughter wasn't easy.

Yes, his daughter. The beautiful Elizabeth Swann; expected to be married off to a wealthy young man to spread the family branch. However, finding the right spouse wasn't simple. In this town, wealthy and low-class don't mix. But, he expected her to find one soon enough. "Ah, Mister Turner! Right on time", governor Swann proclaimed as he approached the young man.

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Elizabeth knew that she and her younger cousin couldn't resist the beach. For some time, she and Abigail have grown fond of the sea, and have always wondered what laid beyond it. If only their already-prepared life wasn't in the way of their imagination, they could find out for themselves and let the wind carry them. Though it wasn't quite right for a proper lady, Elizabeth agreed to walk with Abigail before the wedding, taking the time to embrace the experience as their one last adventure.

She thought of Norrington to be a very noble man, bound to the law, and always trying his best to let the British empire flourish. Sure, Elizabeth found him handsome and smart, but in a way, she felt that she couldn't exactly choose what she wanted in life. She knew it was the same with Abigail, whom she always considered to be a dear sister to her, rather than a cousin. This wasn't to say that she disapproved her father's decision to marry her off to an attractive, high-ranking man. In fact, she considered it to be the only way for her family to continue the name. That, she will continue to represent, and not bring disgrace upon.

Sticking a little close to the dryer part of the beach, Elizabeth watched Abigail, before looking back out at the horizon; the wind gently blowing her blonde hair. Hearing her cousin speak, she continued to look out in wonder. "I should be right now, but I can't. It's not right for this view to be ignored". She knew they weren't supposed to be here at this time, but she can't just ignore everything. She might as well take in much of the experience as she can.
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Sarah Reinhardt
(サラ ・ ラインハルト)
Sara Ráinharuto


Smoke. Smoke everywhere; flying into the dull air of the Trost District. Living shelters have been crushed. A few blood splatters left behind on ground; both human and Titan. Pieces left behind in dust and the essence of the living now deceased. Her dull but impressionable blue eyes looked, as she perched herself on one of the rooftops, already finding herself staring down at the unknown Shifter before her. They just happened to cut the person out, and for the rest of her fellow warriors to terminate the remaining giants that surrounded the now-unmovable form, hunching over a giant boulder. A silent prayer came from her, right as the wind gently blew through her short white locks, and her green 'Wings of Freedom' cape. She had to question herself: Just who was that shifter?

So far, nothing came up to anyone and, as far as she knew, she was chosen to perform such a dangerous task; one of the many reasons of joining the Survey Corps, right to the point of joining up with the Scouts. The task itself was confidential, but her secret wasn't. Commander Erwin was the one who found her in her Titan state, and just by that look in his eyes when she sprouted from her giant form, he spared her, and kept the secret between him and Captain Levi. That's right, the Captain Levi; humanity's strongest soldier. That's not to say that Sarah was never in the same rank; she was just too valuable for anyone's expense.

A cold flare rose from within her soul, just as a roar came from behind her, while she stood atop the roof of a building. Sarah turned halfway around, and coldly looked upon a ten-meter, standing right above her. "Hmm", was all she said, while she narrowed her blue eyes, and slightly tightened her thin lips. 'I try to enjoy a nice moment of sightseeing, and this is what I see: A very ugly welcoming committee' , she thought to herself amusingly before tightening her grip upon the swords in her hands. Just as the giant was about to stretch out its hand, Sarah allows it to miss its mark completely, right as she launched a hook, and propelled herself around, right over its shoulder, where she was right above its nape. Turning her blades around, so they were outwards, she plunged herself right at its mark. A few of its blood splatters hit right upon her cape, right as she landed on the flat ground, before the giant corpse fell before her, right at her feet.
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