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‘Transformers: Rise of the Beasts’ Rating: 8.5-9/10
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ANGElBiTES
Geek | Gamer | ISFP-INFP-ISTP | Music-Lover | Daydreamer | Writer
Taurus | 25 | Female | Bisexual | EST


Name: Bre.
Aliases: Angel, Panda, Kinoko, Princess, or Rae.
Birthday: May 15.
Ethnicity: Caucasian/African-American.
Ancestry: English, Irish, Polish, German, and South-West African.

Sources of Writing: Apple Laptop, Windows 11 Personal Desktop, and iPhone.
Years of Experience: 11
RP Level: All. It varies on health/mental state, knowledge, and time.
Commitment/Dedication Level: Very High.

Personality: Ambiverted, Caring/Compassionate, Understanding, Friendly, Honest, Imaginative, Artistic, Funny (in my own way, apparently), Confident, Strong-willed, Feisty, Sisterly, 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:
~ Primarily 1x1, since 'time' and 'waiting' are not really me.
~ Mainly female OCs, though on rare occasions, I'll take on male and non-binary roles.
~ OCxOC, CanonxOC & (rarely) CanonxCanon. I can play various canons for both of the two.
~ FxF, MxF & (rarely) MxM. I mostly lean into the dominant-role, depending on character and plot.
~ Both thread & PM, but stories with strong adult content belong in the PM. No exceptions!
~ Face-claims are preferable for live-action OCs.
~ Open to dark themes (drugs, abuse, etc.), but NO pedophilia or bestiality (except for anthros).
~ Smut-only, slice-of-life, and rushed story-lines are (also) a big NO!

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

Find my ideas HERE! (Currently CLOSED atm)


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

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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Considering that her eyes were closed, Nensu was oblivious to the other teen’s attempt to get closer. In fact, she turned her body to the side to make a cute expression, as well as to hide the blush that was appearing on her face. If she was even aware, Midoriya could, very well, have ended up falling forward onto the floor. By the time he spoke, was when the teenage girl was able to really show some awareness. While he looked for his wallet, Nensu was able to walk upon him from behind, and hug him; wrapping her arms around his form, press the front of her body against his back, and rest her cheek on his shoulder.

Momo wasn’t even aware of Hiems trying to reach for her attention, since her attention was diverted towards the young couple, who stood only a few feet away from them. Funny enough, they didn’t even come to notice them even standing there, watching.
“It’s still sweet to watch”
The raven-haired teen internally squealed, although she did take a glance at the taller boy next to her, having to wonder whether if they could do the same thing.
By the time she heard the response of Kate, who seemed to have reacted to her rather troubled answer, in a way she couldn’t quite pinpoint. Sara had to look away from the light of the sky, and towards the brunette, who stood only a few feet away from her, although the lieutenant could still see her clearly in the moonlight. She seemed to have understood where she came from, but then, Sara still felt that she should elaborate on what she meant. However, something stopped her from doing so: Judging by Kate’s body language and the way she was talking, perhaps in the brunette’s mind (if the elder wasn’t mistaken), it was something to purposely forget, rather than circumstance alone. Now, it was Sara’s turn to be largely curious.

’Did something...tragic...happen for her? Besides the destruction of Wall Maria?’

Said-woman narrowed her eyes at this thought, having to keep her gaze upon her, as the brunette continued to speak. Having to sit down from where she stood, the platinum-blonde had to give herself a moment to think about what she just heard. Nobody in her life had ever made such a comment, although she did remember the man named “Kenny” saying something reminiscent to that, all those years ago, while he was showing her how to survive in the underground city. She herself has been trying to understand the mysterious backgrounds of her family. Her mother didn’t say much of herself, and she never knew her father, except the fact that the mother of cadet Armin Arlert was her cousin, leaving him as Sara’s second-cousin.

There have been many theories and rumors surrounding about the Ackerman family; tales that they were “warrior-kind”, that they were above that of an average human. By the time she started training with Levi, her physical attributes were reminiscent to his own, having a lot higher level of willpower and strength, than that of any other soldier in the force. Mikasa also showed signs of these same abilities. It made Sara wonder whether if Rosa, or her mystery father, may hold the blood of an Ackerman; if all three of them fell under this bloodline, together; if they were even related. That was what she had to guess, anyway. It confused her, all the same.

“To be honest, Kate, I’m not too sure, myself. Growing up, my mother didn’t speak much to me, of our ancestors, or if I have any other relatives, other than Armin, from her side. She mentioned about him only once, and yet at the same time, I didn’t know Levi even existed. He may be a potential relative of mine...from my father’s side, but I truly don’t know”.
Loki jumped slightly when he heard that very playful voice come from a person that was all-too familiar around the kingdom. He chuckled amusingly, shaking his head, as he managed to figure out what Silena’s intention was, when she decided to do such a thing. Not only was he supposed to be the family’s servant, but he was also considered to be her secret guardian, shortly after she decided to call him her “fairy godfather”.

It was a rather silly title that the girl had come up with, when she was about twelve years old. But then, Loki decided to not take it personally, considering that it was just something that the girl decided to mutually call him, considering that he helped raise the child, and that it was not something that implied their relationship to be special. That was what he assumed, anyway, and/or tried to convince himself on.

He knew, by law, that slaves were not allowed to form acquaintances or friendships with anyone above them, other than the typical master-and-servant bond. Anything outside of that, or even a small slip-up, resulted in punishment, and Loki became too anxious to disobey; the beatings were enough for his mistakes, and the scars became a reminder. ‘All professional; nothing personal’, that was the rule. But the daily abuse, was what really threatened him to his edge. Physically, mentally, emotionally...even sexually. He prayed at night, for there, to be an escape, but having to be, perhaps, the only Jotun in Asgard, was there even such a thing? All he could really do, was wait for a miracle.

“Your dress is ready, your grace”, he said. “Would you like to try it on, early?”, Loki was trying to be as professional as possible, but the ache in his back, from the night before, was really making the action to straighten himself up, a lot more difficult.
Sara could remember the last time she had found herself upon the roof of a house: It was during the evening, on the first day when her training began. She was looking up at the moon, as if the answers behind her vague memory would come to her, by simply doing so. There was a huge, black gap within her conscience, from the last time she saw her mother, and a figure of a man, speaking to her, up to the point where she woke up, with Levi and Erwin before her. It all came out in shards, as if someone broke a mirror, and all the pieces scattered across the room. Putting them back together was a task in itself, but then, a piece was missing, and that was upon that day.

’What happened then? When? Where? Who was there? Why were they, even?’

It was a phrase that went on, endlessly.
‘Was it a message, meant to forget? What did it mean? What was the importance?’

"Sara...where are you from?"

Said-woman was so engulfed within her own thoughts, she didn’t even register that Kate’s presence was there with her. That very question seemed to have brought her back from gazing out too far, at the moon.

”Where did she come from?”
...was what a lot of the townspeople have debated upon, whether or not, Rosa was even her real mother to begin with, considering that nobody had expected seeing a white-haired lass walking around, bearing no resemblance to any sort of woman. There was an admittance that it was also her hair that made her quite the outcast. Some told her that it was a gift, with others saying that was considering on labeling a child, as an abomination. If anyone was associated with the biological factor, there was an abnormality in her genetic algorithm.

But then, during her military days, some (including her fellow soldiers) started labeling her as “otherworldly”, or something not of this world; with her pale, flawless skin, platinum hair, perfectly-sculpted complexion, intimidating blue eyes, and physical attributes, topping around the measures of her cousin, there came borders that made her....”angelic”; that snowy, bluish tint being reflected off, from the moonlight, as if she was born from that very essence. Even when she moved her head, with a sigh, to look back at Katherine, that same tint remained. Thanks to her what-it-seemed-to-be shyness and “socially-awkward” disposition, why was she even trying on getting personal? It was then that Sara realized that she needed more people to be in the know, besides Levi and Erwin. Being secretive would not only be enough to get answers, but she remembered that the brunette was hoping to forge something with her; Kate believed Sara to be the type of individual she would trust.

The real question was: Could the latter trust her with information this big? She answered her, regardless.

“Underground...in Wall Sina. Wasn’t necessarily peaceful; literally, it wasn’t very dark, nor very bright. Trafficking, prostitution, thievery; violence. One must take a few, perhaps extreme measures to survive in that hell-hole. Not a place for a child to properly grow up, even for me. Didn’t know my own father; my mother was desperate, for money, and to give me an education. Not much else happened from there, I’m afraid. I can’t remember”.

She was staring up at the night-sky, while talking about this to the other. Sara had to remind herself, once more, on why she was revealing this information to Kate, but then she didn’t directly share anything about her early past with anyone thus far, other than Levi.
Nensu continued to smile, even as she watched the green-haired boy proceed to change into a much-smaller hoodie, that would most-definitely fit him. As much as she found it cute for him to be in one that was bigger, one to fit just right, was still cute, all the same.
She was having fun with this, trying on some new clothes, and perhaps some that might be proven useful for the new training camp they will be attending for the summer. As heroes-in-training, there was barely something called “rest” or “break”, when it all comes to being someone, proceeding to keep the world safe. One must always be alert, and prepared. At least, that’s what she learned from her internship.
“...and I’m glad.”
She responded back, with genuine happiness on her face, and clapping her hands together.

Momo smiled at the display; at the friendly (yet silently romantic) interaction between the two close companions.
“They sure are something else, whenever they are together”.
By the time Yugi and the group managed to track her down, Shadow retracted herself, and returned to his side, until someone jumped out of the bushes. It sounded like a kid, and the genie could have sworn that she heard that voice before.

”Big brother!”

She remembered hearing, back during Yami’s first duel with Kaiba. Could this individual be the same child, who exposed himself to be Seto Kaiba’s little brother. Narrowing her red eyes at the individual, she used her power to see into his very soul, trying to detect his shadow, and perceive whether if he is being driven by his own desires. He was...

By the time Yami shifted out into the open, Shadow’s form became solid, next to him, but it’s not like anyone noticed her, with the exception of Jaden and Yubel. “Yami, that’s Seto Kaiba’s little brother. If I’m reading his shadow right, he has some unfinished business with you; something to do with avenging his brother”
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Loki wasn't sure whether or not if preparing the Princess' formal gown was going to be something that was a test, or something to truly enjoy. One of the most important events was up and on the rise; everybody was hustling and bustling with the preparations, and considering that the Jotun technically helped raise the girl, he was tasked on venturing up to her room, and put to the task of preparing Silena a very special dress that she would wear for each of her birthdays. All of them were different yet coming with a new one, was a different task altogether, considering that it had to match the girl's personality, as well as her very things i.e. flowers, gems, and/or certain elementals. Color was something he had to figure out, personally, considering that her interests change, the older she got. Sometimes he would find her by the fire, reading a book, or taking a stroll through the gardens, as well as among other things.

As long as he had come to know her, just by taking care of her from the side, Loki wasn't allowed to get personal with her. He wasn't allowed to share anything that was personal, other than the fact that he was supposed to play the servant role. However, he couldn't help but try his best to get her to smile whenever she seemed down. It just didn't suit her at all, especially from someone as kind and compassionate as she was. Sometimes, he would leave a book in her room, or surprise her, with something made, with the use of his own mystical abilities. Of course, Loki had to make sure that it was all done discreetly, otherwise he would be condemned to being punished, as it was against the rules between the slaves and those above them. He wasn't allowed to form anything "special" with her. You must not be friends; you must not be soft with them.

He looked at the newly-created dress before him, and he could only smile proudly yet weakly, at the very object he had spent all morning on. He could only hope that it would meet the Princess' needs and wants for tonight, and all he needed now, was for her to try it on, and make it was a good fit, and if she wanted any adjustments done to it. He remembered overhearing from a few servants that Silena went out venturing in town. It did take long to track her down, and to be honest, only the blonde girl’s very aura could bring a rather bright and loving feel to an area. He followed that feeling, and came to spot her in the center.
Nensu smiled, as she watched the green-haired teenager try to put on the piece of merchandise that she managed to pick out for him. Putting down the hood on her own head, she giggled when he recalled the hoodie, having to be a little too big for his own size. It kind of amused her to see him in this overgrown piece of clothing, where he really looked cute. However, it can't stay like that forever, and chuckled as she turned around to find a size that was, at least, a little smaller than the one he was currently displaying. It was slightly disappointing that he would change hoodies, by size, but nothing was cuter than him, being himself. He's been like that for most of the time today, and Nensu found herself enjoying it, making her laugh and smile, and that was enough to keep her in the light.

Momo looked around, and she did indeed on where to start, although the sight of a clothing store really did get her attention, as well as a familiar green head.
"How about there?"
The faded presence that was hiding wasn’t detected by Shadow immediately, as she dozed off, although she assumed, at the moment, that it was an animal. Tubeless couldn’t sense the presence of others through their shadows, so she could blame the she-demon for catching it too late. By the time she was able to fall asleep, Shadow faded away, and back in the Millenium Puzzle for the rest of the night.

The next morning was peaceful, but the bustling of other duelists nearby, wasn’t helping. They had to keep moving if they mean to reach their own desired-goals. They were already walking, by the time Shadow had managed to wake from her slumber. She made a small smile at Yugi, before hearing a call for help. The genie narrowed her eyes at the scenario, having to nerve to think on who would consider it right steal another competitor’s belongings. Cheaters? Possibly. She and Yami have expressed that same level of hate when it came to those who are dishonorable. Just imagine if that were Yugi’s things...

Something just didn’t seem right. ’Who would steal the star chips and a deck, at once? Desperation?’, Shadow thought, before seeing Yami appear next to her, and tell her to follow the man, who was taking the boy away. Nodding, she faded on the spot, until the captor’s shadow on the ground, started to move on its own, opening its eyes. By the time the man started to move, Shadow held onto her attachment, before noticing Kemo was taking the boy to a boat that seemed to be transporting the losing faction off of the island.

Yep, something didn’t sit right with this situation, just by how she listened to the conversations at-hand, while hovering from the ground in her shadowy-form, and standing behind the henchman, who shoved the boy into the boat. By the time Yugi and the others have managed to track her down, Shadow faded away, and reappeared by Yugi’s side, just in time, before departing to find the culprit.
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