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rpg’s biggest issue? the gender binary
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Reserving spot for later
Gonna have to drop. Lots of things just hit me in life and I gotta narrow down my games. Sorry!
Interested greatly!
AAAAAAAY GRATZ!
Ashling smiled as Kenichi introduced himself, but before she could say anything else a gentle hand wrapped around her wrist and lead her back towards the Guild, after Snow had suggested some forest training. The sky was just turning purple, and the sun-after-the-storm's heat was fading as the moon began to climb up over the trees and buildings of the city. She glanced upwards to find Marian dragging her along, and shared a small smile as advice was given on how to deal with Hitomi. The red-haired woman was similar to an older sister, Ash found it to be rather endearing, and with her small smile she gave a brief nod,

"Thank you for the advice, I'll remember it."

The tavern was full of people and wonderful smells, though lacking what they could be, and Ash felt an itch to start mixing some potions. She hadn't really done any alchemist work since arriving in America, and her kit was all ready to be unpacked and set up in her quarters, but there was barely any time for that now. Her hand was released as Marian began to pack up a few small, metal bolts into a pack. Ash watched curiously, blue eyes unfocused slightly, and was only broken from her trance as Marian questioned if she had anything to drop off. A moment of thought came and went, and with a light bow she turned and ran back to her room. The pack of cards beat against her leg from it's spot in her apron as she practically skipped down the wooden hall, her mind whirling with excitement at the prospect of going into the woods to fight actual animals. Only one item, well, that wasn't much of a hindrance, the Vorpal Sword was enough for her. She glanced down at the sheath which had been tucked safely into the side of her apron and grinned, and then eventually came to her room and threw open the door, only to be met with the familiar glare of yellow eyes.

"Hello, Ashling~" Vapor purred from the base of her bed, tail flicking to-and-fro. She managed a small smile for the cat, walking over quickly, one hand fiddling to remove pack in her pocket while the other reached to rub the colorful feline's head. He purred in response, but did not break his glare,

"Going out?" He questioned, and Ash nodded,

"I'd let you come, but I don't think it's allowed." She whispered, and he responded with a smirk, then a cackle, pulling from her grasp and vanishing beneath the bed. Silence. Vapor was gone. Ashling let out a loud sigh and dropped the cards on her bed, and then turned to return to the tavern. Ashling returned to Marian's side after the short trek back, staring at Snow expectantly as her hands fiddled with the hem of her apron, nervousness and excitement claiming her emotions.
This was stupid. Utterly idiotic.

"They don't deserve our help." Keller grumbled angrily as she clung close to the side of her pack's Alpha, amber eyes glaring daggers into the beautiful stairs they ascended to the Coven leader's den, "and we don't need theirs." Her comments were met with low growls, warnings to shut up or go back, and she quickly ceased her whining, turning her attention to the ceiling. Such an elegant home, so large and white and yet suffocating. How... Discomforting. It was different from the wide, wind filled forest just outside, and it left Keller with such a feeling of dread that she just couldn't stop shaking. The two eventually made it to the second floor, and her Alpha quickly made his way to a door and entered, instructing her to stay outside until he was finished speaking with the other leader. Her protests were met with an angry stare, and then she was alone, shivering within the confined walls of the hall.

There was slight chatter from downstairs, most it sounded like arguments or gossip, but Keller used it as something to keep her busy, playing a silent game she had made up only a few seconds before. Her back leaned against the wall, and her ears honed in on certain voices, and then those voices would be either distinguished or ignored. This game continued until an unfamiliar presence entered the hall, and she turned to see the leader's right hand man, Nat-something. Keller allowed her eyes to glare at the floor while her hands hooked into claws, prepared for any unwanted attack, but she seemed to be ignored, and he instead stood in front of the door where the Alpha had entered. Suddenly, the door opened, and the vampire didn't move, instead stood like a stone as her Alpha exited the room. There was a moment of thick silence, and Keller nearly jumped on the stupid man, but everything was cut short as a female voice called the Nat-guy off and allowed the Alpha to re-enter the hall. She approached the taller man, staring at him with deep-set eyes,

"How'd it go?" The situation was explained as they began the short trek back downstairs, and all she could do was nod and sigh. At the bottom of the steps, Keller was instructed to go off and re-join the Pack. Her job was to keep everyone calm, which wasn't exactly the best kind of work for someone so excitable, but she did her best until the Coven leader finally descended to stand on the bottom step as well.

"We have got to get along much better than we have been otherwise we will lose this war and those we care about. Deal?" the vampire spoke, and Keller scoffed at her casualness, but quickly fixed her expression as a familiar growl and glare was turned towards her. The rest of the Pack listened rather leniently to the speech, faces showing their anger and annoyance, but other wise they were quiet and polite. The meeting ended with an interruption, the second in command of the Coven. Something about them being discovered. Instantly, the Packs and the members of the Coven began to murmur, glance at each other worriedly. Keller tried to calm them, but alas had lost her control in her group. The Alpha returned to her side and silenced the gossip with one loud bark.

Riley had returned upstairs, probably preparing for the 'meeting' that had been mentioned, and Keller turned to the Alpha, curiosity peaking,

"Who was expecting them?" She questioned quietly, to which he responded with a shrug and a wave of the hand, as if to brush her off, and with a snort she returned to the Pack and began to mingle and gossip as the rest did.

'I'm not useful for anything else, it seems.'
Interested
The walk home was long, as always, and Sybil used the time to steal glances at the townsfolk, taking note of their whispers and side glances at each other and their neighbors houses. Lately, everyone seemed to be on edge, and the accusations of witches always seemed to be on the tip of their tongues whenever something strange happened.

"Keep a clear head, and don' judge a book by 'ts cover." her mother constantly said when ever Truth brought up stories of witches and accusations. Sybil always enjoyed her mother's views on politics, as the woman was rather smart, now if only her personality was a bit sobered down... She gave a small sigh and stopped her wandering, fanning her beat-red face with outstretched fingers, returning her thoughts to witches. The whole idea of killing someone over the fact of them being different was a rather sickening thing, but what if there were witches lurking about? Would they be dangerous? Would they want to hurt others? A shudder passed through her spine and then faded as images of fire and gore passed through her sight, and after a moment of standing stunned she continued on.

'It's no good to scare yourself, Sybil. Let's think of other things... Like... Pranks for Henrik!'

Ursula's rant about the obedient man left Sybil with enough inspiration to start planning. There were plenty of ways to go about with pranks, letters falsely signed to appear as business or love notes, buckets filled with mud or water, tied to a door so as one walks through they get a face full of liquid, frightening mask placed just outside a bedroom window, awaiting to be seen by sleepy eyes. So many lovely options. Sybil felt a smirk push against her lips but she withheld it, and instead stared ahead blankly, appearing as she did everyday when she passed through the town towards her family's farm.

No need to break routine, it might frighten others.

Eventually, the heat began to become troublesome, and as she continued on Sybil found that she was having trouble seeing straight. The road in front was turning, becoming two, reforming, and at times vanishing all together. Everything else seemed to be white until she focused in on it. Sweat dripped from under her head wear, soaking her smoldering blue eyes with droplets of warm water and forming pools on her eyelashes and lips. She began to concentrate on the ground below, trying hard to keep her breath regular and foot steps straight. Her head pounded, and heated fingers rubbed at irritated temples. A familiar shriek of laughter broke her concentration, and Sybil turned slowly, focusing in on a group of women, one being her sister, Truth. They were whispering and giggling loudly, perhaps about the incident with Millicent as everyone else was. Her sister lifted her head back after every word, laughing, and her neck and face gleamed with the glimmer of heat. She swayed in the windless air, the mirage of the heat making it appear as though the blue cloak wrapped around her shoulders was wavering violently.

The color blue claimed her vision suddenly, and everything became silent, only filled with a loud ringing. Fabric stretched across her arms, soft as wool, and wrapped around her shoulder. The color blue slowly began to narrow down until it was only a piece of cloth enveloping her body. It was a...

Blue cloak?

Flames danced in her vision, all around, burning her, killing her, the shawl was burning, faster, faster. Stop. Stop that. Don't let it burn. Don't burn. Stop. Her hands were skeletal, burned to the marrow, blackened like ash, and her dress was tattered and burning. Whispers filled her ears like water, bubbling louder and louder as the flames enveloped her and the cloak. Her eyes were wide, burning silver, as she reached for the shawl that had been ripped from her grasp, but only ended up catching embers. Breathlessly, Sybil shrieked, falling back into nothingness, and then found herself staring up at the clear, Warren sky, black dots buzzing about busily in her vision.

'Why am I on the ground?'

"Syb? Syb! Sybil!"

There was the faintest voice, calling her name, but O God was she tired. Sybil tried to call back that she was fine but her throat felt closed, and instead she began to silently recite the Lord's prayer. Her sister's face eventually came into view and she was sat up with gentle arms, finding that a small group of villagers had surrounded her. One came with a freshly wet cloth, and they dabbed at Sybil's red face and neck, whispering excitedly to Truth who only nodded in return, her face tight with worry.

"I'm gonna take you home, 'kay, Syb? We'll sit in the basement where it's cool and you can tell me stories, okay?"

"... Okay." surprisingly, her voice was back and barely strained. Truth and the man with the cloth helped her stand, and again, surprisingly, she could balance with only a little support from her sister, and then they were walking, silently and together, through the endless heat of the summer, through the excited circle of neighbors, and back towards their home.
Barwicke Farms was just barely in Warren, as the best land was off the village's border. Fields of gold and green bloomed behind the small cottage, surrounded by a crude wooden fence. A deep well sat just within the fence's perimeter, the bucket dark and dripping as if it had been used just a few seconds before. Mrs. Barwicke sat on the porch, staring down at the two girls with wide, worried eyes. Sybil could barely register the whispers that passed between the two women, and then she was suddenly being dragged quickly into the house and down into the cellar. Cool air suddenly chilled her burning skin and the smell of wet rock and mold over powered everything that she had been thinking before. Truth slowly knelt down, pulling Sybil down beside her, and then began removing Sybil's outer clothing until she was left in her plain, white shift. Already, the burning head ache and aching limbs were beginning to subside, and she let out a soft sigh of relief as her body sat upon the cool stone floor. Another wet cloth was wrapped around her forehead, and drops of water burned her sun-strained eyes and filled her dry lips.

"Relax for now, Sybil-hunny, you be just fine dearie." her mother's voice echoed throughout the room and Sybil opened her mouth to say thank you but the stout woman was already climbing back up the steep staircase to the main house. Silence once again filled the air, and Sybil relaxed against her sister's shoulder as Truth tugged at her hair gently,

"Any stories?" Truth asked quietly, to which Sybil could only shake her head, then lower back into her silent thinking. Maybe... Truth would be interested in her prank planning. The two often planned together, and this would be a nice bonding exercise for the two...

"No stories," Sybil started, "but I have an idea for a prank."

"Oh? For who?"

"Henrik."

"Bastard probably deserves it." Silence once again, and then Truth moved up, causing Sybil to falter and nearly face plant into the floor. She glanced at her sister and noticed very quickly that she had an idea. The brown-haired woman stood fully and quickly ran upstairs, her boots banging loudly against the old stairs, and she returned within moments with a paper and ink well.

"Write down what ya need, I'll collect everything and then we can prank the Hell-" a dainty hand went up to cover her mouth after uttering the 'H' word, a mischievous smirk planted on her lips, before continuing, "outta that Magnusson kid!" Sybil couldn't help but smirk back, and with sudden inspiration she began listing out items, the memories of the vision and heat spell quickly exiting her excited mind.
(hrrsfe sadly I only play females. Sorry!)

Partners are always fun to write. Soul and Maka, Akane and Shinya, Alice and Oz, all very fun and very deep characters, and good inspiration for someone like me. Here are a few ideas for some Partner RPs. Male or females allowed, high casual to advanced writing skills, and be prepared to delve deeply into character relations.

Ideas

> A sickly girl is blessed with the ability to see ghosts and demons. Her family is a large clan of demon slayers, and she lives in the main household with her mother and father, who promptly ignore her while focusing on work. Enter some type of Asian-styled demon. Girl meets boy/girl , a pact is made, and the two fight paranormal entities to protect their city and families. Japanese names, history, and lore.

> A female detective is assigned a rookie in 1920s New York. The twist, one of them is a wizard, and have magical abilities that can help with their investigations. Magic will be delved into more in the actual OOC.

> A ghost hunter is hiring, and she ends up receiving a rookie. The game centers around their adventures through haunted places and their growing relationship. Ghostly chaos ensues.

> (Think of this as a Blood Lad type game, cept no demons) A gang leader who relies on fists and brute force comes across someone with a brain. Something happens so that the leader now owes the brain a favor. Someone has it out for the brain, the government or another gang perhaps, and the gang leader promises to protect the brain as his favor. Comedy and romance.

> Based in the Pokemon universe. Coordinator and trainer meet on their journeys (we'll decide on the region together) and decide to continue on together. Friendship/romance, drama, and Pokemon battles happen.

Parings (just suggestions, not really about the ideas above)

DemonxHuman
AngelxHuman
DemonxAngel
RivalxRival
FriendxFriend
ThugxSweet-Heart
GhostxHuman
VampirexHuman
VampirexWerewolf
MagexWarrior
WitchxKnight

And many more.

More ideas are welcome. PM if interested or just post below :)
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