Sure, but I wont get anything done until tomorrow.
Blue Demon
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Blue Demon || Female || Older || Ace
I go by Blue, Demon or BD. Or even Hey You if it's clear enough that you're talking to me. XD I prefer Blue or Blue Demon. And no, I didn't choose "Blue" because I'm sad. It's my favorite color. (And now you know.)
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Also, I just discovered DMC and now I'm Dante trash.
Also, I just discovered DMC and now I'm Dante trash.
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Interest Checks
No rush. I'm getting ready for bed.
Mwhahaha! It shall be glorious to see how the poor princess handles all the amazing Slobo humor XD
I want to see this, yet I'm slightly horrified at the same time. <3
Nope. Go wild, but keep in mind, the tattoo almost looks like cuffs if you squint. It's not obvious but it's a binding.
And a part of the tatto looks like this:
The rest of it can be whatever you'd like. They can be different in all ways, but for that symbol.
The rest of it can be whatever you'd like. They can be different in all ways, but for that symbol.
Name: Delia Blakenship
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance:
Physical Description: Delia is five foot five. She has medium length hair that is subject to change on any given whim. Currently it is brown and blonde. She has brown eyes and a fair complexion. She really has no shape in her figure, but is still quite good looking.
Personality: Delia is happy go lucky. She likes hanging out with friends and the occasional party. She needs her morning cup of coffee to function and gets really cranky without it. She's rarely seen without her phone and constantly checks facebook (just in case). She's not the best worker, but hey, she only works in an office so it's not like it matters.
History: Delia is an only child. Her parents were upper-middle class so she had whatever she wanted growing up. She was the spoiled brat in your classes that cheated her way through school and only got off when caught because a) her parents or b)she pulled off the innocent puppy dog look. She had a constant stream of boyfriends since she became old enough to date so they'd buy her pretty things.
Delia never went to college but her parents secured her a job as a secretary in a (minor) law firm. She isn't the best worker but the boss keeps her around because she's pretty and she's stringing him along.
Skills: Being a player. Getting out of trouble. Relaxing. Partying.
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance:
Physical Description: Delia is five foot five. She has medium length hair that is subject to change on any given whim. Currently it is brown and blonde. She has brown eyes and a fair complexion. She really has no shape in her figure, but is still quite good looking.
Personality: Delia is happy go lucky. She likes hanging out with friends and the occasional party. She needs her morning cup of coffee to function and gets really cranky without it. She's rarely seen without her phone and constantly checks facebook (just in case). She's not the best worker, but hey, she only works in an office so it's not like it matters.
History: Delia is an only child. Her parents were upper-middle class so she had whatever she wanted growing up. She was the spoiled brat in your classes that cheated her way through school and only got off when caught because a) her parents or b)she pulled off the innocent puppy dog look. She had a constant stream of boyfriends since she became old enough to date so they'd buy her pretty things.
Delia never went to college but her parents secured her a job as a secretary in a (minor) law firm. She isn't the best worker but the boss keeps her around because she's pretty and she's stringing him along.
Skills: Being a player. Getting out of trouble. Relaxing. Partying.
The sound of an alarm drove spikes into Delia's brain. Her reached out her hand and fumbled around.
God. What did I drink last night? She wondered as she continued searching for her alarm. Except it seemed to have moved during the night.
Tentatively Delia cracked open one brown eye and groaned. Light streamed into her room. She cursed as she closed the blinded eye and threw and arm over her face. She swore again as the noise made her head hurt even worse. It must have been a hell of a party. She hadn't been this smashed in ages. She didn't even remember the party.
Delia moved and suddenly found no more bed under her. She squeaked as she hit the floor with a thud and another curse. The movement made her clutch her head and groan again, more hamming it up at this point to see if anyone would come and pity her. Of course the alarm had the obnoxious gal to continue to beep at her. The annoying machine. Once she got to her feet she was going to rip it out of the wall and mangle it beyond repair.
Dax would be proud of her violent thoughts. Delia was a non-violent sort of person. She was passive aggressive sort of person. And when that failed she was usually pretty good at manipulating someone to be her benefactor. Usually Dax. He was the most violent of all her friends. He had no problem scaring people. Of course that was why he hung around her. Said he felt less violent when she was around. It didn't hurt that he bought her shinny baubles to make her happy.
Just be quiet. Delia begged the infernal machine mentalli. Please. Aren't you supposed to shut off after a few minutes anyways?
Delia knew it wasn't listening to her. Or else it would have shut up. She wiggled around to push herself up and stopped. This wasn't her carpet. She forced her eyes open and stared at a horendous seventies orange.
"Gods Above." Delia whispered. This wasn't her room. She whipped her head about and saw, much to her horror, she was in a tacky hotel, probably motel, room.
God. What did I drink last night? She wondered as she continued searching for her alarm. Except it seemed to have moved during the night.
Tentatively Delia cracked open one brown eye and groaned. Light streamed into her room. She cursed as she closed the blinded eye and threw and arm over her face. She swore again as the noise made her head hurt even worse. It must have been a hell of a party. She hadn't been this smashed in ages. She didn't even remember the party.
Delia moved and suddenly found no more bed under her. She squeaked as she hit the floor with a thud and another curse. The movement made her clutch her head and groan again, more hamming it up at this point to see if anyone would come and pity her. Of course the alarm had the obnoxious gal to continue to beep at her. The annoying machine. Once she got to her feet she was going to rip it out of the wall and mangle it beyond repair.
Dax would be proud of her violent thoughts. Delia was a non-violent sort of person. She was passive aggressive sort of person. And when that failed she was usually pretty good at manipulating someone to be her benefactor. Usually Dax. He was the most violent of all her friends. He had no problem scaring people. Of course that was why he hung around her. Said he felt less violent when she was around. It didn't hurt that he bought her shinny baubles to make her happy.
Just be quiet. Delia begged the infernal machine mentalli. Please. Aren't you supposed to shut off after a few minutes anyways?
Delia knew it wasn't listening to her. Or else it would have shut up. She wiggled around to push herself up and stopped. This wasn't her carpet. She forced her eyes open and stared at a horendous seventies orange.
"Gods Above." Delia whispered. This wasn't her room. She whipped her head about and saw, much to her horror, she was in a tacky hotel, probably motel, room.
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Interest Checks
New question: Are we just limited to playing humans?
Also, I like what I see. :D
Also, I like what I see. :D
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Wasn't being serious with the Balefire Assault Rifle :P
*falls over relieved*
In that case, he passes. Move him over to the CS tab.
Surprisingly, I can see Courtney and Slobo getting along...
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