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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

    I'd be interested in the The Culper Agency if that's still open.
    How much do you normally write?
    -puts out cookies for visiting folks-
    -twiddles thumbs-
    Brock should have been considered a spoiled brat of a child but he wasn't, in fact, he was a kind, caring and thoughtful young man. When he grew to the age of being able to do things on his own, he would get annoyed with Tiffanie who would literally rip the thing of out his hands and do it for him; he knew full well that it was her job as his servant to make sure he was as comfortable as possible but sometimes, she took her job just a bit too seriously for his taste. Now, peeking on the age of eighteen and about to take over the throne, Brock felt the need to run away for a while. Get away and see the world before he had to settle down and rule the kingdom, and he had a crazy idea.

    The bright light of the sun stirred the sleeping beast that was the young man in his bed, a small groan left him as he rolled away from the sunlight and pulled a pillow over his head. Not thinking anything of it, he began to drift back off into la-la-land before the sudden impact on the bed. "AAAAHHHH!!!" He screamed jumping out from under the covers and climbing backwards up against the headboard. When his sleepy gaze landed on Tiffanie and was able to make out that it was her, he let out a large loud laugh of joy. "Good morning Tiffanie. Apparently I need a towel I'm sweating you scared me so much. Did you get our bags packed? We should be leaving for our trip to the lake house for a week here soon." Little did she know, the beach house was near where she was taken from, the main reason he wanted to go was to give her her freedom.
    Finally, she had some attention and she wasn't getting called a whore. A nice change of pace from her desk job where she was an invisible drone clicking away at a keyboard. Plucking out an emerald, she held it up to the light above her, ignoring his comment for a brief moment before tossing the little gem on the floor of the sitting room. "Funny, you spend so long trying to get me and you'd rather the cops bring me in instead of you." Her blue eyes twinkled as they flicked over to him, the right corner of her full lips curled up into an unmistakable smirk. "I underestimated the fund I'd have with you birdbrain." She said sharply, an insult she had called him one too many times over their years of playing cat and mouse with one another.

    "But I'm not here to be arrested." She said as she pulled out a Ruby and held it up to the light. "Oh wait." With that she reached into her purse and pulled out a small device. After pressing the button, the electric devices went out, including all mobile devices. "There, now we can talk before you decide to turn me into the police." She spun the device in her hand before sliding it back into her purse and tucking it between her thighs for good measure. "Electronic scrabbler. Nothing electronic will work so unless you're going to send a pidgin... Or an eagle." She said eying the young man who just walked down the stairs. "I'm here to chat." She said finishing her thought as she pulled out a pearl and instantly threw it to the ground in disguise. "There's a mad man running around town. Crazier than you and more dangerous than me. The way I see it..." She examined a topaz before giving it a shrug and throwing it to the ground. "Neither one of us want to see anyone get hurt. I have a lot more connections than you do around town, and since I didn't grow up in a mansion. I know every inch of this town like the back of my hand. Between my skills, my brains, my connections and your..." She was examining a sapphire in the light as her brow pushed together, "Costume." attempting to give him some reasoning of why she'd need his help. "And want to keep people safe, we could stop him."

    Before he could say anything she kept going. "If you are willing to hear me out, take a seat. If not you can take your best chance at when I turn back on the electricity that your video footage will still be there of me punching your butler. I think the police and press would most likely believe you tried to bribe a low level employee with jewels to preform tasks she wasn't willing to do. Who's the police going to believe? The innocent blonde who was taken to your house for interview for a new position and was instead nearly forced to preform call-girl acts or the man that the press has been dying to slip up and cause some sort of riot about?" With that she threw the sapphire onto the ground. "Shall we talk? Or will you take your chances?" She questioned as she pulled out another ruby.
    Grumpy is as grumpy does. Andrea sat glaring at her computer screen, she didn't feel like working and even though she could knock everything out in half the time that her coworkers could she found her job to be extremely unlike-able at this moment. Her head was pounding, her back was sore and her mind was racing, thoughts of the lunatic she had encountered last night fresh on her mind. No not the normal lunatic she was used to but someone who actually blew up buildings and laughed hysterically. The laugh seemed unknowingly familiar. The laughter echoed in her head as she leaned back in her chair and looked at herself in the reflection of the computer screen in her soft blue blouse, her blazer hanging off the back of her chair. Her eyes were tired but she had work to do. Not the work she was getting paid for, she could do that later; right now she needed answers.

    Her first Google search started basic, 'crazy man', 'bomber who laughs', 'deadly bombings in near by cities'. Nothing. A small sigh left her as she fell back against her sit. She wasn't willing to admit defeat just yet but she needed to find out who this person was. Taking in another deep breathe she began to look up things he had said, thinking he might be stupid enough to post something about himself online. In a way, she was right and in a way, she was wrong. She found something very interesting. A comic strip that seemed to capture the night perfectly from last night. Two people, one physically a woman and the other a man on the ground as a man in a white suite stood over them, speaking the same words as what was told to them the night before. A shiver moved through her as she read the laughter, his own laughter echoing in her ears as if he was right there. Her search was pulled to a halt when she realized that it was posted on a very basic image hosting website. She would need to look into this at home; these computers didn't have the technology she needed to track down what computer it came from.

    The image was eery but she chose to print it anyway, getting the url so she could start her tracing when she got home. This didn't seem good. The blonde rose to her feet and walked over to the company print and tapped it as she waited for it to spit out what she needed. "He's here, he's here; do I look okay?! Oh my god I can't believe he's here! He's so handsome." The girls around her dispersed almost instantly as the presence of someone powerful walked into the computer area, everyone began to look busier than usual... then there was her, leaning against a table top, her fingers drumming on the printer with her skirt covered hip cocked outward. Pressing her soft pink lips together she blinked a few times as the light turned on, indicating that her page was being printed.

    Her bright blue gaze moved to see the man walking through, talking to a group of people who seemed way more focused on what he was saying than the actual words coming out of his mouth. As the group came passed her, she pulled the paper from the printer and held it against herself to avoid anyone seeing the comic. Her gaze moved to the leader, her boss, Nathan Cole. His smile was nice, from a decent looking guy and she returned it with a small closed mouth smile of her own before she noticed the bandage. As the group walked away from her, she stepped into the pathway and watched him closely; analyzing his movements and taking in his features. Her jaw dropped and she nearly stumbled over as she hurried back to her seat. She placed the paper face down, her elbows on her desk and her head in her hands as she fell into the seat. No way, that couldn't be him. "He has that effect on everyone." One of her female coworkers said as she walked passed. That woman had no idea what she was talking about...

    Five o'clock came slowly and Andrea finally made up her mind, she couldn't take on this guy alone and as much as she didn't want to admit it, she did care about the people in the city. It was time for her to swallow her pride. At the end of her shift she grabbed her things and dashed out. At home she changed into a pair of apple bottom blue jeans, a black tank top with a leather jacket and threw her purse over her shoulder, her purse holding some of the jewels she had stole; seriously, did you expect her to take them all, the print out and one of her gloves as proof of who she was. She needed help and he couldn't do it alone, he didn't have her talent or know-how. The bus trip to get to the bastard's mansion was long and the walk up the damn hill to his manor was even worse.

    By the time she reached the steps to the oversized front door she was huffing and puffing. Now she was sore, annoyed and tired. Great, just great. She straightened herself up and dusted off her pants and shirt before pulling her bag up on her shoulder and knocked on the door. The door was opened by an older gentleman who looked at her with an annoyed look, "Yes?" He said in a stern tone to her.

    Andrea wasn't taken back by the tone, she was used to people talking to her in such a manor. "I need to speak to Nathan Cole, it's urgent."

    "He didn't order any call-women." The butler said and slammed the door in her face.

    What?! She thought as her hand quickly went up and she knocked on the door again. When it opened, the butler looked more annoyed then ever. "Look, there's a major issue going on and he needs my help."

    "If he had ordered a call woman I would know, he doesn't have any problem you can help solve." With that he shut the door again.

    This time, angered, she banged on the door until he opened it again. Before he could smart off to her she pulled her fist back and punched him in the face, the man tumbled to the ground with a loud thud. Knowing she only had moments before Nathan would come down to expect the nose and wonder why the door kept opening and closing. She slipped into the near by sitting room and found herself a comfy chair. Crossing one long leg over the other she opened her purse and pulled out the bag of jewels. She began going through them, holding them up to the light much like she did at home and tossed them one by one onto the floor. Oh this should get some attention, that's for sure.
    -kicks up the updated page-
    Oh, beat me to it, I was going to post Brock's CS.
    -sticks out tongue-
    Thanks for making the thread, should have a post up later tonight if not tomorrow for sure!
    (It's my Friday at work).
    Hey I'm still alive, the munchkins were exhausting this weekend; I don't know if I'll be able to get back to you soon, the latest will be Wednesday, just a heads up. (Wednesday and Thursdays are my weekends). Sorry :( I'm pooped and I still have to work :-P
    Hey I'm still alive, the munchkins were exhausting this weekend; I don't know if I'll be able to get back to you soon, the latest will be Wednesday, just a heads up. (Wednesday and Thursdays are my weekends). Sorry :( I'm pooped and I still have to work :-P
    Hey I'm still alive, the munchkins were exhausting this weekend; I don't know if I'll be able to get back to you soon, the latest will be Wednesday, just a heads up. (Wednesday and Thursdays are my weekends). Sorry :( I'm pooped and I still have to work :-P
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