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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



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    Random Ideas!
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    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

    The backgrounds of demon and angels are different, and yet share the same qualities. It is not common for human souls to become an angel or a demon. In fact, it was almost unheard of. There have been few, rare exceptions to this rule, however only a select individuals know of this and it was an agreement between God and Satan that when one wants to turn a human into one of their own, the other would have the right to do so as well. The games and the power struggle was real between the two. However demons and angels themselves seem to understand why and the balance between them and the reality of the situation at hand; sometimes both their higher powers seem to live under the delusion of overcoming one another… what child’s play.

    Death stares were coming in all directions from the aggressively off-putting angels. Some would question why this would be such a big issue while others would ignore it… then there was Loki, the mentally smirking Loki who was bound to take over his mentor’s place and looking to remind the angels of just why he was chosen for the job. “It is a bit dramatic…” He responded in a whisper as he brought her hand to his lips and gently kissed the top of it. “But they say ‘rules are rules’ and lets face it.” His words were directed to her soft and delicate hand, vibrating up her vanes and straight into her heart. “These parties are nothing more than a formality and everyone’s just waiting for the night to be over.”

    He slowly lowered her hand from his lips and gave her hand a small tug. “Personally I’ve never been one to ‘follow the norm’. That being said, I have no intention on standing around in a corner turning up my nose to others and only talking with people who are of my kind and rank. Would you like to dance Sky?”
    “But I want to talk to him more!” Natsu cried out as Taunie pulled Ansel away from the praying dragon slayers.

    Taunie shot him a dark glare that caused shrink in size. “When I’m done you can talk to him all you want.” As she pulled Ansel away Natsu began shouting something about a dragon and if he had seen any. “Sorry about them.” She muttered under her breathe as she pulled the earth dragon slayer further into the guild. “They are always showing interest in the new guild members but you being a dragon slayer as well it’s no surprise that it would draw their attention more than the other new members.” She gave a small shrug as they arrived at the bar.

    Upon the bar sat a little man with a mug of beer the size of his head. A stripped orange and blue hat on his head with an orange jacket on his shoulders, and a white shirt with the Fairy Tail emblem, “Welcome back Taunie.” The old man’s voice echoed with a grin to it, “Did you find the spirit?”

    Taunie rolled her eyes as she made a jester towards Ansel, “Here’s your spirit, I’ll be over getting some grub and a drink.” At that she gave him a polite nod before she turned to Ansel, “When you’re done come have a seat and pick yourself something to eat.” She then turned her attention to Valier, “You too Valier; the least I can do is get you something for putting up with the fact that you had to do a journey like this.” She gave the cat a soft smile before venturing further down the bar.

    Mirajane was the person to approach her from behind the bar. “Welcome back Taunie, a beer and a burger like normal?” Taunie gave her a nod and a smile before taking a good long drink of the beer before letting out a long sigh. Her blue gaze moved from the beer to the master and the young man, her eyebrow cocked up slightly. He was an interesting character, there was no doubt about that, but where would this interesting character end up was even more interesting.
    The tussle between the two wizards was heavily heated as Cerith pointed out their lack of scouting. A small smirk played across Annabelle’s lips but her hand placed gently on Cerith’s shoulder as if to indicate that he needed to calm down. However Aaron seemed to find it amusing that the seniors of their little group were getting shamed upon by the new comer as he was stifling a laugh at Savlie’s narrowed eyes.

    “Savlie, please. I know I’ve gotten into some tight situations before.” A small cough left Kealsey, and Annabelle quickly corrected herself. “Okay more than a few times but I’ve never brought anyone back. Look we rotate night watch anyway, just keep an eye on him when he sleeps but let him sleep.” She pleaded with the ‘leader’ of their little group as she gave Cerith’s shoulder a small squeeze. “I’ve see his magic, he appeared in front of me. There was no noise around so I know he wasn’t running. It’s a form of teleportation magic.”

    A small sigh left Annabelle as she removed her hand from his shoulder and stepped in between Savlie and Cerith, “I’ll take responsibility for him. Even if it means I have to stay up all night to make sure he doesn’t do anything foolish.”

    Aaron stepped forward as well, “I’ll split the shift with Annabelle so she can sleep. I can prevent a non-magical person from causing us any harm despite how young you think I am.”

    Kealsey watched the seriousness of her comrades and turned to look at Savlie. What would he honestly think?
    Her insistence that it was a joke and that he was an actor made him raise a single eyebrow at her. Was she… was she joking? Was he the one set up for a prank? No, mister Wilmer was not one to do that to someone he trusts as much as he did Serge. So this girl really did think that his presence was nothing more than a joke or a prank done by her friends. What kind of friends did she have if she thought they’d play such an elaborate prank on her? Then again, he never did explain his reasoning for showing up on her doorstep.

    Serge’s mind cringed at the thought of telling her. He was never good with emotional situations and something as shocking as ‘I represent your dad who wants to meet you after being estranged for your whole life’ wasn’t exactly his style. Shit… maybe he should have sent Elias or Ryan.

    Her smile was a bit misleading. Should he just come out and tell her? Could she handle something that blunt and direct? She looked so innocent when she smiled it was on the boarder of adorable but he couldn’t think too deeply into it. He had seen that kind smile before, the same smile her father would give them when an event went off without a hitch or the team was able to stop something from happening. There were times where he would smile just for the sake of smiling and that same smile resided in his daughter. Erik was an honest and good man which is probably why the government would benefit from him becoming president. But if life was that simple, Serge and his team wouldn’t have a job.

    The door creaked as she started to shut it and Serge’s large hand shot up, placing itself against the door with a thud. His other hand reached into his breast pocket smoothly pulling out her twenty dollar bill and a business card. “I’m Serge Prichard Miss Baker; I am the lead body guard for Mister Erik Wilmer. My team and I are his personal security and he would like to meet you. As I said before, it will only take up, maybe two hours of your time. When can you be ready to go?”

    The idea rolled through his head, if she had just woken up she probably needs something, “I can swing through a coffee shop to help you wake up before we head to the office.”
    She seemed so… so unexpectedly gentle with the books as she took them from the cart and put them in the proper places on the shelf. A small closed lip smile moved across his face as he watched her work so softly like he did. “I’m off in about 10 minutes.” He said with a smile on his face, “And sure, I’d love the help!”

    They put away the books chatting softly between the two of them in order to not disturb those around them. Once they were finished, they checked out her books with a smile on his face as he did so. He was so happy to think he had a ‘friend’ and now someone he could hang out with besides his family. They exchanged phone numbers and parted ways before Kenton climbed back into his car and drove him.

    The next morning rolled around and the blonde haired young man got out of bed with a new found purpose. He used to dread going to school because he didn’t know what the day would bring. Now… well he still doesn’t know what the day will bring but he had someone to be with him! His sleepy eyes stared down at his phone. It was two hours before they were due at school. Was this too early to text someone? This whole friendship thing was new to him. Would she think it was weird that he would text her this early in the morning? If he didn’t text her would she think that he didn’t want to talk to her again? As he laid there half asleep, his fingers did the talking for him. Literally…

    Good morning. Send

    Before he realized what he was doing, he had texted her.
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