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, âExperience-Takingâ, Asperger's Syndrome (donât worry, Iâm 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.
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!
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!
Raiza scanned the human before her, with her red and black optics, having to watch her body language suitable to that of her species, even though those very expressions were not that different upon a cybertronian. The red femme could see that she was deep in thought, as soon as she made the offer to make an escape to Earth, and return the girl to where she really belonged. If she remembered her deal with Optimus, it was to end to tension between all three factions, between Autobots, Decepticons, and Man. So, she was currently risking her own neck, in order to make that happen, even if that meant to betray her own faction.
There was a common misconception that Raiza fitted the category of a psychopath. Her level of crazy was reminiscent to that, but the only exception, was her ability to show emotion and feeling...especially for other people, besides herself. She had her fits and episodes, typical arrogance and tendencies, but she was quite tamed (sort-of).
The only benefit she was getting out of this, was the fact that she, Knockout, and Breakdown would be able to go their own way, as soon as the war ends. Of course, they had plenty of opportunities to make an escape, but then, it was Raiza, who insisted that the stability of Planet Earth was at risk, due to the effects of their race's seemingly-endless warfare. This was just another step: Helping this human escape Decepticon captivity. Even if Shockwave found her missing, the femme still had her resources, as she normally did, for her own survival.
She watched as the human started to gather her possessions, before the cybertronian was able to stand back up to her full height. Reaching out her clawed fingers, she took a firm, but careful and gentle, hold upon the girl, before making her way out of the lab. The hall was empty, for now, so she managed to create a bridge, and run her way through, closing behind her.
McKenna brought her pistol, and kept it aimed towards where she had heard the hissing. She took a deep breath, and tried to use all of her senses, in order to determine where exactly the intruder was, as well as try to figure what its next move would be. She looked over at Miller; her heart was starting to pick up speed, as she continued to stare into the darkness of the tunnel.
It would be of no surprise that this was the noise of a 'Xeno', and McKenna knew they would be a big trouble if they allow it to keep on living. They still had to find the child, and she also felt that it was her responsibility to make sure that they all get out of this alive.
She reached for her walkie, and whispered into it. "Everybody, be steady. We're right on top of something".
Hearing Miller's question, McKenna looked around her. "If there are more fresh bodies, not too long ago, we just may be standing in one. Unless this one is alone", a thought came to her, making her grab the walkie again. "Viper, keep an eye out for corpses that are recent. We might be standing in for an ambush", the brunette then slowly took hold of her pistol again.
It went quiet again....until she heard a scream behind them.
Raiza watched as the human tried to back away from her very presence. By far, she remembered that the last time she had visited the planet, a few years after the Decepticons appeared, the femme would remember the faces, full of confusion, shock, and/or terror, among the very same species. Even when she first landed on Earth, Raiza still comprehended their expressions, once she started upon the very terrain in her robot mode. It was the perfect time for her to take on her other form, so she didn't have to witness that same experience again.
Right now, if her gut was right, then the specimen before her, would be showing that very same scenario. She was doing something with her hands, and it came to her that it was a foreign type of communication that the scientist had managed to come up with. It was a code that Raiza was familiar with, but there were a few pieces that were not in any part of the database, back in Kaon.
Actions spoke louder than words with this one, apparently.
Raiza tried her best to make out the words that this one trying to tell her. She could only make out a few words, and by going through the language database, Raiza could translate it, only to the best of her ability. Once she watched the girl try to make a run for it, the red femme extended her pigtails upon her, so the buzzsaws could prevent her from going anywhere -- by blocking the crevice she could potentially escape through.
"Good. Now that I have your attention...", she began to say, having to get on one knee, and lean in towards the human. "...how do you feel on getting out of this hellhole, and go home? Your true home?"
At first, Nensu was quite nervous for the womanâs reaction to her sonâs current status. It could go in a million-and-one directions in these kinds of scenarios. To her knowledge, they were all different in the movies; some of them being a good moment; others, a bad moment. She honestly didnât know where it would likely go, now that Izukuâs mom was âin-the-knowâ. A part of her wanted to be proud of this; the other, anxious. Parents could be quite protective with their teenaged children spending intimacy with another, while others, would just let it happen. At this very moment, as soon as Lady Midoriya took her hand, look her in the eye, and plead for the girl to take care of her son, it was, at that moment, Nensu felt that she trusted the teenager to be in Izukuâs presence. It sounded like a green flag. She was initially surprised, but the girl softly smiled, and nodded. âYes, maâam. I promise.â She said, having to feel that sense of responsibility lay upon her again. She gently tightened her grip in Izukuâs hand.
Momo took some time to think over the possibilities, as well as the considerations, that would lead up to this point. First, the USJ; second, the disturbance at the fair; then, the Nomu attack downtown, and finally, the mall incident. What in the world was going on? Just what, or who, would create this uprise?
It was only until the end of that discussion, did Sara ever start to feel the everlasting peace starting to unravel itself, just by the very contact that Kate was able to give off. She had to assume that because of her words, or her very presence, that the girl was (perhaps finally) able to calm down from the bouts of today. The woman wasnât aware of the otherâs silent admiration for her, and she didnât really give it much thought, if that were the case.
Either in person, or through gossip and rumor, her fellow recruits, and other branches, have shown a mix of admiration and fear, whenever a topic regarding the lieutenant came into the light. The same went for her cousin, who didnât really pay any kind of mind to these allegations. It was all part of her cover, as to what her purpose was, and to what she was really capable of.
As much as she wanted to treat this encounter, as being part of a normal talk, something inside the white-haired woman was telling her to pay very close attention to the brunette. Even though she had accepted the young womanâs request to make sure her head is in a clearing, Sara also felt the need to shield her from further harm, mainly due to its excessive quantity. As to how she could start off on her promise, Sara started by offering to escort the brunette to her quarters for the evening.
The next day, as promised to Jaeger, he was now within the custody of both the captain and the lieutenant, and free from the intimidations and distrusts of the city. The plan was to take him to one of their old bases, further out into the plains. Meanwhile, Erwin will stay behind to pick out the top cadets from the training program, and plan out the initiation for them to become the new faces in the Scout Regiment. First thing the next day, Sara joined in the escorting of Eren, and her cousinâs elite team, into another location within Wall Rose; away from society, in order to test Jaeger's loyalty.
Riding upon her own horse, while donning the green cape, sporting the Wings of Freedom, the lieutenant made the effort to stay close between the front of the party and the middle. To be in a wide open space like this, any Abnormal would shake off their own boredom. That was what the extra vigilance amongst the party was for. Whatever Kate had packing in the cart, Sara didnât want the girlâs invention to slow them down, so she made the independent decision to stay between that said-cart, and the front of the party.
Reaching the fortress didnât take as long and, surprisingly, nobody found signs of any Titan activity during the short trip. As far as she heard, Levi wanted the boy to sleep in the basement. Though she didn't immediately agree, it became reasonable for the wellbeing of their troops. Before anything else, however, Sara didnât blame the fact that they had to clean the whole structure, both inside and out. She didnât give him the âwhat for?â, so she was going to follow the chain of command, respect their familial ties, as well as take his likes and dislikes into consideration.
She already made her rounds, for the safety of the actual structure, before giving a âthumbs-upâ for the squad to begin the procedure: Testing Erenâs power. Hange started the experiments immediately, yet the many tries of getting the boy to transform, has already been taken into failure, evident by the looks of his hands, after a couple of hours. Nobody knew why he couldnât get his Titan-form to take shape, and the anxiety amongst the elite subordinates, as they were already starting to debate, whether if this was all for nothing.
Standing outside, Sara took this as a mental note, as she observed the group, as well as Eren, who gave occasional grunts of pain, every now and then.
âDoes it still hurt? Youâre lucky that Hange has allowed you to take a sit-out, after so many attempts. If I asked for your opinion, why do you think itâs not working, the way it should?â
Even when Shockwave decided to counter on her offer, the femmeâs face remained blank, seemingly unaffected by the time of voice he was able to give off. She didnât blink, but a tiny smile lingered on her lips. It was moments like these where Raiza appeared to be quite apathetic...even when the other Decepticon decided to fling the human across the room. Only when the mad scientist did turn his back, was where the red femme was able to flinch. It was a small piece of movement, only for it to disappear completely a second afterwards. âWay to be delicate with your toys, Shock-yâ, she commented, almost pouting as she crossed her arms upon her chest, and leaning against the wall.
If anybody knew about the femmeâs escapades on planet Earth, to the point where she can even take on a human appearance, Megatron would skin her (or in this case, peel her paint), if not, give her to the mad scientist himself, in demand to know this kind of abnormality. Itâs because of this ability, was she able to know some of the biology, in regards to a human female. At the same time, there had to be a moment where she would have a âclose-up encounterâ with such a species. Interaction in any of Earthâs languages was a cinch, making it all-the-more-easier. On that note, it was because of this particular girl running around the cyclopsâ lab, which gave her the incentive to grow curious of the planetâs society, as well as try to figure out her human form, correctly. She still wasnât sure if it was a genetic thing, or a new function, but it was strange, all at once.
Raiza didnât move from her spot, the whole time she had to watch Shockwave perform the daily procedure. For her own sadistic pleasures, this doesnât even come close to her own taste. It was a lot more fun when people deserved it, and not out of hearing the agony of something so small and so innocent. Absolutely NOT her style.
After several minutes of constant noise, the cyclops finally decided to stop, and leave upon Lord Megatronâs word. The femme watched his departure, before looking back to the small cage. Revving up one of the buzzsaws attached to one of her pigtails, she sliced off the entire piece, where the door was. It was a careful cut, but quick.
If sheâs was completely honest with herself, Raiza didnât quite find the time to develop a fondness for the human race. Like any Decepticon, who has recently arrived to the planet, they were merely bugs to the eyes of the faction. However, if anybody knew her and her brother better, there was a lingering fascination, in regards to the raceâs very culture. First of all, the automobiles were well-crafted, if one wanted to look good, and second, they found cinema to be quite a time-passer. She didnât understand their style, but in some of the visionaries, she can relate to those on-screen. The way they were able to swerve emotions and drive their attention through the drama, had kept Raiza interested ever since.
The femme didnât fully acknowledge the human girl, mainly because of Shockwaveâs attention being entirely on her. Raiza made a thinking face for a second, as she thought about his offer of witnessing the pain of the specimen nearby. She didnât leave a sign, considering that the mad scientist had his trained-eye upon her. Raiza looked down at the human, and back at the mad scientist, before making an arrogant smirk upon her face. âDonât you think youâve had enough time swatting but one fly?â, she asked, narrowing her optics a little, to look straight into the otherâs singular one. âShocking. Because Iâm getting bored, and Iâm in dire need for something to do, within the room Iâve been instructed to do my jobâ, she looked at the ceiling for a moment, while having to lift a finger.
â...and my senses are telling me to examine that oneâ, the red Decepticon pointed at the human female, with intention in her eyes. She started making her way towards her, passed the scientist, and stopping in front of the console. âPoor thingâs looking worse for wearâ, she sang. âIâll be taking her to the med-bay for a check over, if you wonât mindâ, a smile formed.
The task seemed a lot easier when she didnât have Megatron breathing down her neck for the umpteenth time, this cycle. As lon she had been on this very moon, away from the planet that they called âEarthâ, Raiza wasnât too sure when it would be the right time for her to send the latest news for Optimus Prime. You may be wondering as to why she would do such a thing. Well, one: Being power-hungry was not really in her best interest, and two: She wanted to be done with, as soon as possible. So, she made a deal with Prime that she would gather any intel from the opposing faction, by doing an inside job, to bring the Autobots an advantage.
That was the idea: Survival, at its fullest; really to get her pesky fellow âCons off her back, with the exception of her twin Knockout and Breakdown. Some would say that it was a crazy idea; it was supposed to be, as is everything else about this war. The plan was to divide and conquer; and the symbol on her chest, was her one way ticket to get there. âDonât leave any evidence of a betrayalâ, unless she didnât have an idea, then she would go against that one little piece of advice, made by the Autobot leader. She couldnât guarantee the result, but she will use her abilities to the max, if she has to, to make the goal possible.
Here she was, riding down the hallway in her vehicle form, all the way to the lab of one mad scientist in the faction. Her brother might be mad too, but Shockwave was ten-fold. And they thought she was bad as a psychotic. Transforming just in time, at the doorway of the lab, the femme smirked at the scientist before her. Time to put that persona up. âShockwave! I was wondering where that smell of energon was coming from. More DNA testing, I presume?â, she asked the one-eyed cybertronian, as she walked across the room only to see the human girl, he had decided to keep around, for a few years.
Her vocals were that of English right now, as she considered speaking in her home-tongue, To Be For the higher-ups. She became quite fascinated with Earthâs languages.
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Geek [color=c4df9b]|[/color] Gamer [color=82ca9d]|[/color] ISFP-INFP-ISTP [color=6ecff6]|[/color] Music-Lover [color=8493ca]|[/color] Daydreamer [color=a187be]|[/color] Writer
Taurus [color=c4df9b]|[/color] 26 [color=82ca9d]|[/color] Female [color=6ecff6]|[/color] Bisexual [color=8493ca]|[/color] EST
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[b][color=fff79a][color=6ecff6]Name:[/color][/color][/b] Bre.
[color=fff79a][b][color=6ecff6]Aliases:[/color][/b][/color] Angel, Panda, Kinoko, Princess, or Rae.
[color=fff79a][b][color=6ecff6]Birthday:[/color][/b][/color] May 15.
[color=fff79a][b][color=6ecff6]Ethnicity:[/color][/b][/color] Caucasian/African-American.
[color=fff79a][b][color=6ecff6]Ancestry:[/color][/b][/color] English, Irish, Polish, German, and South-West African.
[color=6ecff6][b][color=0072bc]Sources of Writing:[/color][/b][/color] Apple Laptop, Windows 11 Personal Desktop, and iPhone.
[color=6ecff6][b][color=0072bc]Years of Experience:[/color][/b][/color] 11
[color=6ecff6][b][color=0072bc]RP Level:[/color][/b][/color] All. It varies on health/mental state, knowledge, and time.
[color=6ecff6][b][color=0072bc]Commitment/Dedication Level:[/color][/b][/color] Very High.
[b][color=f49ac2]Personality:[/color][/b] 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.
[b][color=f49ac2]Habits, Tics, and Quirks:[/color][/b] Using Accents (Australian, Russian, British, German, and Kiwi), ADHD, [url=https://www.medicaldaily.com/psychologists-discover-how-people-subconsciously-become-their-favorite-fictional-characters-240435]âExperience-Takingâ[/url], Asperger's Syndrome (donât worry, Iâm 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.
[b][color=f49ac2]Biggest RP Pet Peeve:[/color][/b] 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.
[b][color=a187be][color=ec008c][color=9e005d]Close Peeps:[/color][/color][/color][/b] [@Jazz] [@DestinyStar] [@Tajjus] [@MegaraFoxfire] [@SporkoBug] [@MegaMatt ZX]
[b][color=8dc73f]Basic Comforts:[/color][/b]
[b]~[/b] Primarily 1x1, since 'time' and 'waiting' are not really me.
[b]~[/b] Mainly female OCs, though on rare occasions, I'll take on male and non-binary roles.
[b]~[/b] OCxOC, CanonxOC & (rarely) CanonxCanon. I can play various canons for both of the two.
[b]~[/b] FxF, MxF & (rarely) MxM. I mostly lean into the dominant-role, depending on character and plot.
[b]~[/b] Both thread & PM, but stories with strong adult content belong in the PM. No exceptions!
[b]~[/b] Face-claims are preferable for live-action OCs.
[b]~[/b] Open to dark themes (drugs, abuse, etc.), but [u][b]NO[/b][/u] pedophilia or bestiality (except for anthros).
[b]~[/b] Smut-only, slice-of-life, and rushed story-lines are (also) a big [u][b]NO[/b][/u]!
[b][color=c4df9b]Genres[/color][/b] - Action, Adventure, Anime/Animation, Comedy, Drama, Family, Fantasy, Historical, Horror, Mystery, Romance, Sci-Fi, Superhero, Thriller & Western
[b][color=c4df9b]Themes[/color][/b] - Coming of Age, Cult Classic, Epic, Girl Power, High School, Martial Arts, Medieval, Post-Apocalypse, Supernatural & Familial Bonding
Find my ideas [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/155443-game-on-me-hearties/ooc]HERE![/url] (Currently [color=ed1c24]CLOSED[/color] atm)
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[color=82ca9d][b]Music:[/b][/color] '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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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><hr class="bb-hr"><hr class="bb-hr"><div class="bb-h1"><span class="bb-i"><font color="#00a99d">ANGElBiTES</font></span></div><span class="bb-i"><sup>Geek <font color="#c4df9b">|</font> Gamer <font color="#82ca9d">|</font> ISFP-INFP-ISTP <font color="#6ecff6">|</font> Music-Lover <font color="#8493ca">|</font> Daydreamer <font color="#a187be">|</font> Writer <br>Taurus <font color="#c4df9b">|</font> 26 <font color="#82ca9d">|</font> Female <font color="#6ecff6">|</font> Bisexual <font color="#8493ca">|</font> EST</sup></span><br><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#fff79a"><font color="#6ecff6">Name:</font></font></span> Bre.<br><font color="#fff79a"><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Aliases:</font></span></font> Angel, Panda, Kinoko, Princess, or Rae. <br><font color="#fff79a"><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Birthday:</font></span></font> May 15.<br><font color="#fff79a"><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Ethnicity:</font></span></font> Caucasian/African-American.<br><font color="#fff79a"><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Ancestry:</font></span></font> English, Irish, Polish, German, and South-West African.<br><br><font color="#6ecff6"><span class="bb-b"><font color="#0072bc">Sources of Writing:</font></span></font> Apple Laptop, Windows 11 Personal Desktop, and iPhone.<br><font color="#6ecff6"><span class="bb-b"><font color="#0072bc">Years of Experience:</font></span></font> 11<br><font color="#6ecff6"><span class="bb-b"><font color="#0072bc">RP Level:</font></span></font> All. It varies on health/mental state, knowledge, and time.<br><font color="#6ecff6"><span class="bb-b"><font color="#0072bc">Commitment/Dedication Level:</font></span></font> Very High.<br><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#f49ac2">Personality:</font></span> 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. <br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#f49ac2">Habits, Tics, and Quirks:</font></span> Using Accents (Australian, Russian, British, German, and Kiwi), ADHD, <a target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" href="https://www.medicaldaily.com/psychologists-discover-how-people-subconsciously-become-their-favorite-fictional-characters-240435">âExperience-Takingâ</a>, Asperger's Syndrome (donât worry, Iâm highly functional). <br>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. <br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#f49ac2">Biggest RP Pet Peeve:</font></span> Whereabouts and Ghosting.<br>Please be present and keep me updated from time to time. I'll do the same.<br>It's annoying when people become invisible, miraculously appear out of nowhere, and complain, once they find a story cancelled.<br><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#a187be"><font color="#ec008c"><font color="#9e005d">Close Peeps:</font></font></font></span> <a class="bb-mention" href="/users/jazz">@Jazz</a> <a class="bb-mention" href="/users/destinystar">@DestinyStar</a> <a class="bb-mention" href="/users/tajjus">@Tajjus</a> <a class="bb-mention" href="/users/megarafoxfire">@MegaraFoxfire</a> <a class="bb-mention" href="/users/sporkobug">@SporkoBug</a> <a class="bb-mention" href="/users/megamatt-zx">@MegaMatt ZX</a><br><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#8dc73f">Basic Comforts:</font></span><br><span class="bb-b">~</span> 	Primarily 1x1, since 'time' and 'waiting' are not really me. <br><span class="bb-b">~</span> 	Mainly female OCs, though on rare occasions, I'll take on male and non-binary roles. <br><span class="bb-b">~</span> 	OCxOC, CanonxOC & (rarely) CanonxCanon. I can play various canons for both of the two.<br><span class="bb-b">~</span> 	FxF, MxF & (rarely) MxM. I mostly lean into the dominant-role, depending on character and plot. <br><span class="bb-b">~</span> 	Both thread & PM, but stories with strong adult content belong in the PM. No exceptions!<br><span class="bb-b">~</span> 	Face-claims are preferable for live-action OCs. <br><span class="bb-b">~</span> 	Open to dark themes (drugs, abuse, etc.), but <span class="bb-u"><span class="bb-b">NO</span></span> pedophilia or bestiality (except for anthros). <br><span class="bb-b">~</span> 	Smut-only, slice-of-life, and rushed story-lines are (also) a big <span class="bb-u"><span class="bb-b">NO</span></span>!<br><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#c4df9b">Genres</font></span> - Action, Adventure, Anime/Animation, Comedy, Drama, Family, Fantasy, Historical, Horror, Mystery, Romance, Sci-Fi, Superhero, Thriller & Western<br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#c4df9b">Themes</font></span> - Coming of Age, Cult Classic, Epic, Girl Power, High School, Martial Arts, Medieval, Post-Apocalypse, Supernatural & Familial Bonding<br><br>Find my ideas <a href="http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/155443-game-on-me-hearties/ooc">HERE!</a> (Currently <font color="#ed1c24">CLOSED</font> atm)<br><hr class="bb-hr"><br><font color="#82ca9d"><span class="bb-b">Music:</span></font> '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!<br><br>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!<br><br><hr class="bb-hr"><hr class="bb-hr"></div>