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    1. Belle 10 yrs ago

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8 yrs ago
Current To anyone who cares, I will be taking a break from rpg. I don’t know if I am coming back.
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8 yrs ago
Going to a dark place again... Trying to claw my way out is getting harder...
8 yrs ago
I am getting very tired of being blamed for things that are not my fault
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9 yrs ago
When you are so emotional you are close to dropping from every rp you are in just so people won't have to deal with you anymore
10 yrs ago
When a character that meant something to you gets torn down and thrown away like trash... 😢
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@Wick I know that you want to move things along, but could wait until I get home to post the reactions of my character instead of making ones for him? The way I made Malcolm is he is a master actor so he would not reveal his anger so easily and he only has one hand gun not a lot of weapons.

Please don't be mad at me I don't meant any of this disrespectfully
Great posts guys! Malcolm will win you over. That is part of his danger after all lol. Well he'll prolly gave a hard sell with Nikki and Vincent, but he likes a challenge. I will reply with him tomorrow after work. Good night everyone!
@Wick sorry! Was that okay? I just assumed that's where he would be taken.
The old man stumbled towards the school building, his breathing harsh and labored. Anyone who looked at him would see an old man pushed to near exhaustion, his clothes torn and bloody, some of the blood his own, some of it the black blood of the dead. He pushed on, forcing himself to move towards what looked like a sanctuary. One that had living people inside.

Reaching the doors, he collapsed against them. His knocks were weak and left smears of blood behind. His voice was hoarse from lack of water when he called out. "Hello...? Help... Someone... please...!"

When the door opened he nearly fell inside. Propped up by whoever had opened the door, the old man flashed a small but genuinely relieved smile. God bless you... please... water..."
He was brought to the cafeteria and given a bottle of water, which he guzzled gratefully. "Thank you... thank you... God bless... God bless you... Please, may I speak to whoever is leader here? I need help desperately. Please, I beg you. I became separated from my group. I fear they are all dead."
@Wick I'll get a small entry post up quick before I go to bed. I have to be up early for work tomorrow but I get off earlier than I did tonight so there's a plus.
@BlackPanther
*huggles* I love you too my dearie
Lyra


She pulled back with a gasp at the kiss. Raising her hand to her lips, she touched them gently as they tingled under her fingers. Her first kiss...

"My Lord... we can't..." she protested. "I am of low blood, despite being of Hyland descent. We are in actuality cousins. Your family... they would-" her words were cut off when someone entered the tent. Lyra whimpered like a hurt pup when she realized who it was. "L-l-lord Emerin!" she stammered, falling backwards on her bottom in an effort to scramble away. "I didn't... I mean... I... I..."
Panic threatened to squeeze the very life from her. Lady Julia was coming! And one of the lords had seen her and Trystan kiss! "She's going to kill me!" Lyra moaned in fear, covering her face and trying to cower beside a table. "Please do not tell her!" she begged, looking with pleading eyes at Emerin. "I beg of you Lord Emerin! I will do whatever you ask, just please... please don't tell her! Do not let her kill me, or worse cast me out! I shall die if I have to become like my mother! Please!"

Lyra babbled on in whimpering sobs, shaking in fear. If Lord Emerin would not keep this secret Lyra was on her way to becoming a common whore to survive, if she survived at all.
In her fear she didn't realize she was cowering towards Trystan, her mind unconciously turning to him for protection.

@KillBox@MrMonsoon
@LadyRunic what if I want to be a bad girl? *winks at Falk*

"OH GOD PLEASE KEEP ME OUT OF THIS I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANYMORE!!"
@Wick Finished! Check out Malcolm Monroe! I put him in the characters tab for you to look over!


Name - Malcolm Monroe

Gender - Male

Age - 50

Position - leader of a gang of looters

Birth Place - Chicago IL

Weapons - hand gun

Bio - Malcolm protrays himself as a hard but fair man who wants the best for everyone. In truth he is just a hard man. Years of mental and emotional abuse to his wife caused her to lose her fight with cancer, which led to Malcolm turning his brutish ways onto his daughter. From a young age he physically and emotionally abused her which eventually led to sexual abuse. He came to the West coast to hunt for her after she ran away from him and was in the process of searching when the walker outbreak happened. Using his sharp wit and silver tongue he managed to get himself as leader of a group and looting thugs whom he has convinced they are doing what is right and fair. The weak exist only to make sure the strong survive.

Personality - His silver tongue hides the devil in his eyes. He is a master of manipulation, making people believe that what he wants is really what they want. With Malcolm it is all about control. He can be the nicest most caring person, unless he feels his control is threatened. Then you see the true Malcolm but by then it is too late.

Skills -
silver tongue (he can talk his way into and out of any situation and have people doing things they never thought they would ever do, all while convinced they are doing the right thing
good shot
quick thinker
professional grade actor

Fears -
not being in control
losing the sense of fear he creates in others
death

Other -

Family -
Kat Monroe-Hyatt - daughter
Grace Hyatt - granddaughter
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