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    1. Apples 6 yrs ago

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6 yrs ago
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6 yrs ago
I think I have a problem recognizing people's names... Maybe that's a dyslexia thing? Maybe I should be worried :/
6 yrs ago
Dear discord roleplayers, I just had an idea. I'm thinking maybe I should try roleplaying through discord, but I can't get the link to work this site's discord! If somebody could help me out...
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6 yrs ago
Maybe I'm dumb, maybe I'm something similar, but I'm struggling to find an RP I truly enjoy. I need ideas friends, and whether you want to act that idea out with me is up to you.
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6 yrs ago
I think I need to rethink my roleplay career. I can't handle big posts, and I'm thinking maybe I'm not a good fit for here. Edginess aside, I'm thinking I'm not fit for the forum setting ^^'
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I know
I know I've let you down
I've been a fool to myself
I thought that I could live for no one else
But now, through all the hurt and pain
It's time for me to respect
The ones you love mean more than anything

So with sadness in my heart
Feel the best thing I could do
Is end it all and leave forever
What's done is done, it feels so bad
What once was happy now is sad
I'll never love again
My world is ending

I wish
That I could turn back time
'Cause now the guilt is all mine
Can't live without the trust from those you love
I know
You can't forget the past
You can't forget love and pride
Because of that, it's killing me inside

It all returns to nothing
It all comes tumbling down, tumbling down, tumbling down
It all returns to nothing
I just keep letting me down, letting me down, letting me down

In my heart of hearts
I know that I could never love again
I've lost everything, everything
Everything that matters to me
Matters in this world

I wish
That I could turn back time
'Cause now the guilt is all mine
Can't live without the trust from those you love
I know, you can't forget the past
You can't forget love and pride
Because of that, it's killing me inside

-Favorite song, sort of

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Hello friend! Welcome to the site, and I hope you enjoy your stay <3

In terms of the site, the "homepage" or whatever is pretty self explanatory. I mean that in a the most respectful way, and I apologize if it sounds condescending. If you scroll through it, the sections and different kinds of threads are pretty clearly labeled. Just takes a little digging around, and while I could show you all the links and stuff... You could probably find it quicker than me. If you have any specific questions though, I can certainly try my best to answer!

What sort of roleplays are you in to, more specific than Anime. Is it like, fandom based?

Troublemaker. When the students, and staff for that matter, of Sycamore High think of Gwendolyn _______, that is usually the word that comes to mind. Only a second year student at the school, Gwen has gotten into more fights, more detentions, and more suspensions than most other students combined. Known for frequently trying to bait people into fights, be it of the physical or verbal variety, people know it is generally a good idea to stay away from her.

On top of the constant fighting, bickering, and over-all antagonistic personality, Gwendolyn is known for her intelligence too. When she picks a verbal argument with someone, it is much more than “you smell.” She has a very special way of getting into people’s heads, along with using that to get people angry. If you start a conversation with her, you are more than likely to end up frustrated, angry, or just over all upset.

Most schools would have booted her out. Kicked her out without so much as a second thought. The only reason she is allowed to stay is her grades. A+ student through and through, Gwendolyn is the model student in an academic sense. Her high scores on tests are the only reason she is allowed to stay, and she knows it full well. Her grades help make the school look good, and while they can keep all her constant fighting off the books, they can also put her academics in the books. The trade off is simple: as soon as her grades slip, she is gone. Everyone knows it, and most despise that she has such an easy way into the school.

Besides their Gwendolyn problem, Sycamore High is regarded as one of the more higher end schools. Uniforms, dorms, full on campus, everything. Prestigious by nature, Sycamore is far above other schools, in terms of budget, grades, and over all finances. All in all, the school is infamous for being the top. Only the best were accepted; the rejection list was much, much longer than that of the accepted.




Not the most high quality interest check, but I digress. Hello friends, it is me Apples! I haven’t really made a full interest check for this site yet, with most of them being incomplete thoughts or vague ideas. I do, however, have an idea for this roleplay, though not a script or anything. I was thinking it to be the standard high school romance, with me playing the part of troublemaker Gwendolyn. Your character is entirely up to you though. You could be a fellow troublemaker, or maybe someone she picks a fight with. At the end of the day though, I’d like it to somehow end up as a romance

A little about me though! As a roleplayer, I average about 2-3 paragraphs, maybe one if it’s a scene of dialogue or a lot of action. I’d like this RP to be through discord, but on-site dies work. I just thought it would be easier to OOC on discord, not to mention it allows to see responses without having to constantly refresh. All in all, I think discord allows for a more personal relationship with my roleplay partners. I’d like to be your friend also, if that doesn’t bother whoever reads this!

If you are somehow interested, PM me on here and I’ll give you my discord, or you can just tell me what yours is. If you don’t want to do it through discord, that is also fine though ^^
Color me interested~~
I smell souls. I don't have a lot of input to add, but I like souls, I guess? :/
The Fall of a Kingdom


Known as the North Lands to non natives, Menethil is a nation known for its perpetual winter and its isolationist views on the world. Rarely do their people fight in the wars in the South, and rarely does the South meddle in its affairs. Surrounded by mountains on all but one one border, no country would be crazy enough to try invading Menethil. Given their self sufficient, isolationist views, what reason would there be? The country is barren, the land unable to bear fruit. The northern position and mountains offer no tactical advantage, nor would any invading force last long. The storms and the cold have broken even the most disciplined of armies, and that doesn't even account for Menethil's own military.

Despite it's reputation, Menethil is a relatively livable country. While the land itself is barren, the people have personal greenhouses within their homes. The sea to the north, while mostly frozen over, offers plentiful fishing. The country is peaceful, leaving its inhabitants with a an easy way of life.




I'll be honest, I wasn't sure how to work the idea into a proper story. I lost a little bit of my creative juices making this, so I'll just be straight forward for the rest of this. I wanted to make a story of "Prince kills the king, starting the downfall of their own country." I was heavily inspired by the story of Arthas Menethil of Warcraft, and well... It kind of shows. I did want to put a unique spin on it though, in the sense that nobody would be roleplaying as the evil prince! We'd be one of his subjects! Maybe a maid and butler for the Prince, where they watch his downfall and slow descent into insanity firsthand. Maybe two soldiers who defect, wishing to fight for their countries freedom against the Prince? My motivation took a tank heavily mid post for this, but I'd really like to try this idea. I'd also really like to hear your thoughts, so...

Hit me up if you somehow want to try and collaborate on this story with me! I'd love to hear what you think!
"I don't mind the first question," she says with a shrug, seemingly nonchalant. To the trained eye, or at the very least a pet owner, the flicking of her tail behind her signified annoyance. Not with Denarel in particular, but more so at the thought of having to talk about her feline appearance. She was adamant on avoiding the conversation, and this moment wouldn't be any different.

"Ask away, though I may not have an answer." Even as the eyes, ears and voice of the Goddess, Elise knew very little more about the mysterious figure than most common folk did. Even when the Goddess spoke she was cryptic, forcing Elise to have to sit about and try to interpret it through the night.
Denarel was a sight for sore eyes, even if he was an intimidating figure. No less than half a foot taller than her, not to mention being built like someone who has never seen a day outside of battle. Maybe that was true, given that her father made sure to keep the guards that watched over her in their best shape. In his mind, she was worth more to defend than himself, an idea she sometimes liked to think was selflessness or caring for her. In reality, it was more likely that recognized that she was a more powerful political symbol than even himself, and so he wished to keep her under tabs. She couldn't run under constant watch, no matter how cat like and stealthy she was.

Elisabeth, or Elise as she made most call her, was one of a smaller type. Shorter and smaller framed, it certainly suited the vision of a cat she was meant to be. And while she was probably faster and more agile than the elven guard before her, he could no doubt overpower her in an instant. Not that she would have a need to escape, given that she enjoyed his company...

"Everything is fine. The Goddess has just been silent, and the silence has been driving me mad."
It's me, the local dummy. I uh, accidentally made an interest check when I meant to make a normal post. I'm sorry if it's an inconvenience to delete, and I understand if you guys decide not to or something. But uh... Here it is?

roleplayerguild.com/topics/171380-pls…
For once, all was quiet. No maids or butlers knocking at her door, no suitors proclaiming their undying love, no Goddess trying to commune with her. Nothing to distract the girl from her quiet observation from her balcony, and nothing but the cool night air to keep her company as she did so. The silence was beyond refreshing, something she relished in and welcomed with open arms. Tonight was the exact opposite of the previous, and the break from the court intrigue was rare and welcome.

"You're more than just a princess Elisabeth. You are a symbol and a powerful one at that. Your ears, your tail, your eyes, your power... You being the child of the Goddess is something you didn't choose, but is something you must embrace. Why can't you understand that?"

A symbol. That's all she was to the world. She was just the symbol of a nameless Goddess, a fate she was assigned at birth. She was a power play for her country, a bargaining chip in negotiations, and a prize for foreign princes to swoon over. Even at the age of sixteen, which wasn't too uncommon, she was practically being sold off to the highest bidder for marriage. Many had applied, and all had been denied. Not by herself, but her "father." The king had been looking for something in return for her hand in marriage, and none of the candidates had anything he didn't already own.

With a defeated sigh, the girl walks back into her home, shutting the glass door of her balcony behind her. The large mirror of her vanity caught her attention, her ears twitching in annoyance at the sight of herself. She hated how she looked, and she hated what she was.

Nonetheless, she found herself approaching the mirror, running a hand through her silvery white hair with a sigh. Some nights she wished she could just remove the ears from the top of her head, wishing that she could somehow look more normal. Her eyes were an unnatural shade of cyan, not to mention slitted like a cat. Their over sensitivity had saved her life on more than one occasion, but while they were practical, they brought attention to her. Attention she never asked for, and attention she'd never wanted. Her tail, long and the same color as her hair, was another of these cat like features, though this was much easier to hide.

She spent many nights scrutinizing her appearance. Those that knew her well knew that this was one of her more common activities, though such individuals were incredibly rare. She was known for her loneliness, for her dismay at her status, and overall just... Unhappiness.

That same unhappiness was what caused her to knock on the wall next to the door of her room, walking away from her vanity with the natural feline grace she was also associated with. Usually there was someone outside her door standing guard, and while they usually spoke of how she should be more safe and avoid the balcony, she accepted any company she could. Quiet was good, but loneliness was even more overpowering.
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