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3 yrs ago
Current It's good to be back, can't wait to get back into role playing.
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3 yrs ago
You don't need to lurk, you can message me :)
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3 yrs ago
Wow it's been 4 years, far too long. If anyone's interested in RPing please let me know.
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8 yrs ago
Been super sick and super busy 😥 getting better though!
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8 yrs ago
Super super sick 😭
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Bio





  • Getting towards the older end of the spectrum, over 18 so no worries.
  • Been writing since I was twelve years old.



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  • One Main Character against One Main Character. NPCs shares or not shared are always welcome! But preferred is one Main.
  • [*]Fade to Black is preferred[/color]
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  • Male and Female characters galore! I got over the ‘I only play the gender I am’ a LONG time ago and it has broaden my horizons so much; I cannot recommend doing this enough! If you’re stuck on ‘how’, PM me and I’ll gladly give you tips.
  • Real life is a busy life – possible delays, always available for OOC chats though!
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    • 3+ paragraphs regularly, 2 on a bad day.
    • Role Play in 3rd person.
    • Past tense is the style I prefer.
    • Threads please



    Lists of Role Play Requests and Ideas!
    Random Ideas!
    Character Sheets!
    Click here for Tips, Tricks and Personal Growth, please add your own!


    Male Example #1: Not Your Average Butler
    Female Example #1: Spider-Man: Childhood Friends
    Male Example #2: Harry Potter: The Foreign Exchange Student
    Female Example #2: Inside the Hidden Leaf Village.

    Most Recent Posts

    Name: Kelsey
    Age: 26
    Appearance:
    Magic: Fire Mage.
    Name:Serge Prichard
    Age: 25-32

    Appearance:

    Personality: Strong and hard-headed. Serge is a straight forward individual who’s incredibly good at his job. As the leader of his group he finds pride in his work and leads the team to perfection. However he has a secret passion for fashion, he has an amazing fashion sense and is a great decorator. However he never lets it show.

    Background: Serge is the only child of the city’s superintendent and was raised in a well-mannered, highly regarded and rich family. His parents loved him and his father runs the police precinct with an iron fist of justice but compassion when needed. Serge was brought up to believe in justice and the law but prefers the body guard section of the law enforcement. Despite his high standing in society and how good he is at his job; he’s not exactly the best with the ladies. He’s a bit too blunt for his own good and doesn’t quite understand how to flatter a girl but in his own unique way he can be romantic.

    "I will always be there for you, no matter how far we are apart… no matter how long we aren’t together and no matter how many times you get hurt. I will be there for you to help you pick up the pieces of your broken heart and mend it once again. When will you finally see me?"


    Lucia is a normal person living a day to day life when a bombshell is dropped on them. Their long lost parent, whom they have been estranged with their whole life is revealed to be a famous Politician. Because of their status in society and the mystery behind the estranged child, the parent sends Serge to collect Lucia.
    Did she ask too hard of a question? Did she bother him? Was she bothering him?! Poor, overly stressed Lily found herself holding her breath as she waited for his response. Was she really bothering him? Talking too much? Asking too many questions? Being too pushy when she just practically followed him to the table?? Her inner monologue caused her to go through a panic as she waited for his response and his words couldn’t come soon enough.

    When he finally answered she was able to breathe once again and finished her plate. It seemed like her Nidorina could sense her tension and moved herself upon her trainer’s lap, trying to tell her it was okay. A small smile moved across Lily’s full lips as she gently patted the Pokémon on its head. His response was simple which was a bit surprising. Then he turned the question to her. Her gaze turned down, looking at the Pokémon in her lap. “The money from third, second or first place would be nice but I can survive without it.” She said with a nod as she stroked the Nidorina’s head.

    Her gaze moved back up to the young man across from her. “I have spent most of my time focusing on strengthening my Pokémon so I only have two badges right now but I’ve made some very necessary travel in order to grow some Pokémon. So I think I stand a good chance at this tournament, I brought a great team with me. But I’m looking forward to the gyms and battling more than anything else. I may be an innocent looking blonde but I’m much more of a fighter than people give me credit for.” A small pause left her before she felt her face turn red with embarrassment. “I’m sorry probably sound like I’m bragging but I’m not trying to. I apologize.”
    Having someone to talk who wasn’t his family was a new experience for him and even as she approached the cart, Kenton found he was getting slightly nervous about everything. Then she began to discuss one his favorite topics; books and his whole demeanor changed. A bright and cheery smile moved across his face and he stopped what he was doing to place his thumb and pointer finger against his chin. “Hm…” When she said she was a fan of Steven King he nodded.

    “Okay… Okay…” He said turning his attention to the bookcase in front of them. His hand moved from his face as his long fingers danced along the spines. One book stopped his hand and his head tilted to one side, his blue and hazel gaze stared at the book for a second before snatching it from the shelf and turning to her.

    “Here, this is the first in a series called “The Hollows”, it’s got some romance in it but it doesn’t drive the story. It deals with the magic realm with witches, warlocks, elves, demons, werewolves and that sort. Your main character is a woman by the name of Rachael Morgan and she became a bounty hunter with a best friend who’s a living vampire and a young man who’s a Pixie. It’s called ‘Dead Witch Walking’.” A grin moved across his face as he showed her the book, Dead Witch Walking. “It is in first person writing which sometimes bothers people but I liked it. It was a good read.”

    His head rose and fell with a nod. “Or there’s Frank Peretti and Ted Dekker’s brilliant horror book called “House”, it does have some religious background to it but it’s not enough to beat you in the face with it.” Pulling the book from the cart he held it out to her. “I actually just returned this one. I’d say it’s good.” With that he offered her the book as well, House.
    Annie sat back and listened to her friend’s story. A small smile was across her full lips as she listened to her friend pretty much tell her she was interested in her brother. This was slightly awkward to hear about her brother. Not to mention that Freya was technically his mistress until otherwise stated by her father or she fired him. A small sigh left her as she stood up and patted the spot where Freya had been sitting prior. “Sit down honey we need to talk.” With that she stepped out of the room for a moment before returning with a brush and a hair tie.

    Once Freya sat down, Annie began to delicately brush her hair. “I think you need to know something. It’s kind of important and I don’t want to hinder your feelings towards… your certain someone.” She said as if trying to hide the fact that she had picked up on it now. Annie’s strokes of brushing Freya’s hair were one of a trained and well-practiced manner. Taking in a small breathe she began her story.

    “One day, a long time ago; a brother and a sister were working for a master. A master who was kind and wonderful when the siblings arrived, granting the brother a job as a butler and the sister as a maid despite her lack of experience. The two worked there for a few years before something odd started to happen. The master started to show more interest in the sister, interest that wasn’t supposed to happen between a master and a maid. While the sister did her best to ignore it, the master kept up the actions. One day, when the sister was cleaning the library, a loose small bookshelf fell on her and pinned her to the ground. The master found her like that and began to…” Annie’s voice stumbled as she placed the brush down on the table and began to work her hands through her long hair. “Touch her in unwanted fashions. Before things got too far, the sister’s cries for help was met by her brother breaking down the locked library door. When the brother arrived into the room the sight he saw was one a loving brother would never want to see and he… he snapped.”

    A long sigh left Annie as she continued, her fingers braiding Freya’s hair in a trained manner. “He doesn’t remember much of what happened but the sister saw it all. The master was beaten badly and knocked out. The brother lifted the bookcase off of his sister before grabbing the master’s chair in one hand and in his other dragging the already naked man by his arm out of the manor and into the town square nearby. It was late at night and the brother tied the naked master to the chair and wrote “rapist”’ on his chest and forehead; the master was found the next morning. For obvious reasons, the siblings left their employers but the brother was arrested and put into prison for a few years.”

    “Upon the brother’s release, the sister had gone to school for training as a maid and it wasn’t until they were sitting on a park bench, out of options for employment because their former master had ruined the siblings’ reputation saying the sister attempted to seduce him for his fortune and the brother always had violent tendencies, they were approached by a head butler to offer them both a job.” A sigh left her as she wrapped the braid up behind Freya’s head. “The brother and sister are incredibly happy and very in-debt to the people who took them in. But what their former master said were lies about them. Especially the brother, the brother never had violent tendencies but, when he loves someone, and cares about someone; he feels the need to protect them and will do whatever he can to insure their happiness and their safety. His love is unconditionally and completely devoted so please, know that the brother is a great person and will keep anyone safe.”

    Leaning down she gave her friend a hug from behind before pulling back and patting her on the head. “Story time is over. Now; obviously you can take care of yourself but I have a strange feeling that being here, and with me, isn’t exactly where you want to be.” Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a single key and placed it on the table. “Something tells me the person you want to visit won’t let you in unless you have a key… so I might accidentally leave my key here…”


    James rolled over in bed, a large cough leaving him as he slowly sat up, his horizontal stripped PJs hanging loosely off of his pale body. Annie said that he wasn’t contagious but that he was just exhausted and now he was thirsty. His body moved slowly through his apartment and he stumbled to stay standing. Finally making it to the kitchen, James leaned feeling exhausted against the fridge door. All he wanted was hot chocolate and he was tired just getting into the kitchen. Boy he was sick…
    The Funeral

    The funeral for Skylar Montgomery was depressing and full of sadness. The young woman’s death was deemed an accident by the police but no one thought it was an ‘accident’. As friends and family mourned the loss of the young girl, no one mourned harder than her best friend and the one that everyone openly blamed for her death. However, no one cried harder or showed more sadness than Lewis Taylor. People spoke calming to the parents telling them they were sorry for their loss but Lewis couldn’t get himself to move from his seat. His hands laced together and his deep brown eyes gazing in a lost manner at the floor. A large puddle had formed beneath his feet due to his tears.

    Young Lewis was at a loss. His best friend had died right in front of him; accidently taking her own life due to a risk he didn’t stop her from doing. That day was going to be special, that day was going to mean the world to both of them after spending most of their lives together and now, here he sat, at the age of 18 staring at the coffin of his best friend, the girl he grew up with and the woman he wanted to make his wife.

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    The End

    Lewis sat at home staring at the wall of his apartment. He hadn’t ate since the funeral which was about four days ago and he hadn’t been to work since that same time. He just stared long and hard at the wall as if debating on something. Without giving it another moments thought, he picked up the gun that was in his lap, put the barrel to his head and pulled the trigger.

    Pain, Darkness, Agony all the words that could describe the feelings he was dealing with came swarming into his vision to the point that he was getting suffocated by them. Cleaning his eyes he grabbed his throat and suffered for a few moments longer before a flash of bright light reflected from his closed eyelids.

    When his eyes opened the world around him seemed to settle and he found himself sitting in the same room that Sky had experienced before. Expect after approaching the board he pushed both the buttons and his body went into flames. His screams echoed through the quiet room before the floor opened beneath him and he fell.

    Falling… falling… falling It felt as though it would be endless falling, his body was on fire and he was screaming out in pain. He felt the rush of wind though it didn’t help the intense pain he was experiencing. His eyes were watered with tears of pain as he held his body desperately turning to cool himself off. Soon he landed, his whole body feeling as though his bones had shattered upon impact. Over him was a demonic looking lizard creature who proceeded to hiss at him before poking him with a spare. Lewis wailed in pain as the creature poked at him several more times, almost finding glee from it. After a few more pokes, another creature showed up. This other creature looked like a giant bull walking on two legs and blowing smoke of rage.

    Reaching down, the bull creature picked up Lewis like he was a piece of tissue and tossed him cross the darkened room. Lewis’ body flew in a limp fashion across the room before smacking against the wall. “Aaaahhh!!!” He screamed upon the impact before falling lifelessly to the ground. The bull creature arrived swiftly to Lewis before picking him up once again and tossed him in a different direction. This pattered continued down a hallway and into another room; a proper pattern for something not worth carrying and right now that was Lewis. Lewis’ body was thrown in front of a large man standing at a table looking over some documents.

    “Lewis Taylor, we need to talk…” The man said as he held the papers out to Lewis who was struggling to breathe. “I think you’ll be interested in our conversation.”

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    The Ball of Purgatory


    It had been three years since Loki had his memories erased and his training had become to become the next top three fallen angels for the devil himself. Why he was chosen… he doesn’t remember. Who he was before… he doesn’t remember. And why he was even in hell… he didn’t know. All he was aware of was that he now had a job, a job a lot of people wanted and he was one of the few to have.

    His trainer was currently one of the three fallen angels to sit beside Lucifer and Loki was going through intense training, including but not limited to collecting the souls of those who sin. The judging system never lies and Loki’s job was to remove the souls from the room of judgment and drag them down to hell… and this was a lot more fun than most people thought! Not only was this a fun job it is one of the most sought after jobs in hell since it was linked directly to Lucifer. And Loki, just three years into his training, was already doing the job of his trainer.

    “This whole thing is ridiculous.” Loki said, fussing with his sharp looking black suit with a deep red tie to show his level of importance.

    “It may seem pointless, but it’s important.” His trainer said behind him brushing off the young man’s suit from the back. “You will be going in my stead, be good, and be nice. If it wasn’t for the angels our jobs would be very difficult. They will give you respect if you give them it. Even Lucifer talks about balance and knows of it’s importance. It’s important you know and embrace it too.”

    Loki gave a nod before turning his amber gaze to his trainer. “Are you sure I’m ready?” His trainer just nodded with a smile on his face and gave the young man a pat on his back. “Don’t worry, it’s not as bad as you think… plus those female angels are an eyeful,, better than what’s down here.” The two share a laugh at his trainer’s comment. Loki had been dealing with enough woman trying to get to him that not dealing with the demon women would probably be a nice break. However they were fun, from time to time; but today was work and as the brunette fussed with his cuff-links he walked towards the door and left.

    This year the ball was held in heaven and it was Loki’s first time in the heavens… it was disgusting. Bright and cheery and white; so much white yuck! Shaking his head he let out a small sigh and walked into the ballroom. The lightening was a bit better, not as bright as the outside area but it wasn’t the lower realm where the room they used kept a dark but elegant feeling then… then there was this bullshit.

    Taking a drink from the nearby waiting staff’s tray he took a quick drink before featuring deeper inside. This was his first mixed-realm ball and he had to represent his trainer to the best of his abilities for, soon the job would be his and he desired and deserved to be taken seriously.
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