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Call me Spencer not my real name. I'm 17 years old, from the Philippines, pansexual, a Journalism student, and a generally badass person, if I do say so myself. I roleplay in any genre, as long as it's a plot that I'm interested in and can grasp easily. I mostly play females, but can sometimes play males. If you wanna 1x1, I really wanna do some fxf plots. :>

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So this is what you've been up to. Color me interested. Not sure if I can make a character for this, but I'll definitely read it.
In The Nine 12 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
ChadsWorth The Thrid said
I will take this, have a Cs up in a while. Could the Assistant be related to Prof. Howard?


Like, familial relations? Of course I expect them to know each other, familial relations would be an added bonus.
Hey! Well, I wasn't planning on posting here until I saw that Desk is from the Philippines, and it's always good to find a fellow.. whatever you call a person that's in the same country as you... Countryman? Nationmate? Whatever.

Anyway, call me Spencer. I'm a college student from the Philippines and an avid lover of coffee (I have about three cups on an average day). I see that there's a bunch of gamers here. I've often found that I prefer watching people play rather than playing myself. I have no idea why, but their expressions when playing are hilarious. Plus, I get to see the story line and still be surprised at stuff. It's like watching a movie or my favourite tv show.

Speaking of TV shows, how badass is the Walking Dead? Carol is obviously my queen.
Someone join Alex in the creepy zoo.
Wellington in the late afternoon was quiet, a ghost of the bustling city it once was. The once urban paradise was slowly being claimed back by nature, one run down building at a time. The Wellington Zoo, a paradise for children once upon a time, was desolate; cages empty, utilities rusted, and looking like a place straight out of a horror magazine. Amidst the enclosures that had become the deathbed of a majority of the animals kept there was a grand statue of a roaring lion. Then, it had been one of the main attractions of the zoo, a great marble statue carved to the liking of the zoo's star. Now, one of the ears was missing, and muck and filth clothed the ferocious animal. Perched on his nose was a small black bird, a raven with a green streak on its left wing.

Alex cawed, and spread her wings. Being in the ruins of the zoo was a strange feeling for her. Being a shifter, it was like she was half-animal, and that half-animal part of her mourned the death that befell those who once lived for entertainment at the establishment. The human part of her, though, found the place absolutely morbid. She loved it.

She flew away from her perch and headed straight for one of the nicer buildings - a bird enclosure. She'd cleaned up the place just a few days ago and made a small cot in one corner. Placed in a rather messy heap above with was her clothes. Shamelessly, as there really wasn't anyone near, she turned back to her human form, naked as the day she was born. She lazily put on her clothes: ripped jeans, dark boots, a Cattle Decapitation band shirt, and a dark grey sleeveless jacket. She slipped on spiked bracelets as she headed out, her footsteps loud in the eery silence.

Once she was set, she found a seemingly stable bench and settled on it, arms sprawled on its back.
In The Nine 12 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Added a new role. The assistant will probs be the one the Nine will interact with a lot.
In all honesty, Camael was surprised that Abaddon kept his word and allowed her an escape. She'd been expecting for him to turn on her, much like all the fallen angels had done to the Creator. She watched as the crowd parted, movements stiff like unthinking zombies. She walked by them, her footsteps echoing in the suddenly silent establishment, feeling all their sins as she did so. At the door, one step away from freedom, she looked over her shoulders and declared, "We shall, and we will come to terms." She nodded, one last look at the hell on earth, before turning her back from the darkness that dwelled within.

She slid into the very same alley she'd entered before and shook her shoulders. Bright lights engulfed her as her wings appeared, shielding her from mortal eyes. The darkness that seemed to swallow the Rave shrunk back, and Camael released a rare smile. She gave thanks to the Creator for His guidance, and rose to the air to find her charge. She'd make sure Kristiel did her duty, and then she'd find solitude to further free herself from the sin she'd taken part in.
Ooh the opening post looks damn good. I'll hopefully get a post done later.
She was dancing - a waltz, to be exact - with a demon. When had she begun to stoop so low? Still, Camael couldn't deny how smoothly they were moving, as if they'd done this dance all their life. Well, angels and demons have been doing a dance from before the start of time, but never a dance like this. Never in the midst of humans, their peaceful meadow amidst the forbidden forest. Their dance had always been against the other, not with each other. Now, she moved her feet in time with his, moving where he moved. And they were good. The awed looks of their audience was testament to that.

The song was slowing, coming to an end, and Camael breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as she could, she separated herself from the demon and made a small bow. Re-establish the rules, that was what she needed to do. "Thank you for the dance. Now if you'll excuse me." She straightened herself and turned her back on Abaddon.
She took his offered hand. "You say that as if it's a bad thing," she commented. She noticed the music grow louder and the humans become more frenzied, as if recognizing the change in the atmosphere. The dimly lit pit reminded her of what Hell looked like, and there she was amongst them, moving to the rhythm as if she belonged. But she didn't. She was a Seraph, and she would not fall for temptation, not in a place like this and definitely not in the presence of someone like Abaddon. Still, she considered, she could join them for one dance. "Make it worth it."
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