Getting ready to move into my new and first apartment. I may be offline for a bit until we get internet in the place but I'll let everyone know when I do
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If you are interested in a fantasy RP that is about dragons and magic, take a look at Acension. The link will be in my bio.
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9 yrs ago
Might get the Witcher 3
Bio
I consider myself an adaptive writer. I've RPed in some high casual-low advanced RPs and some RPs that are nearly one liners but I try to stay consistent at least with my characters I make. Ive been on here for some time (passed the time it claims. Just forgot the name of my old accounts but whatev). I am interested in high casual/ low-advanced rps and have been trying to get a few off the ground. If anyone is interested in Co-GMing with me just drop me a message or something and we can discuss ideas and whatnot
Chitter: You write my story stoopid! *sticks out tongue* Johnny: Ya do though dipshit... *twirls blade* Smiles: Oh, so now Mr. Trinity you decide to let me get screen time...Barely though... *Disgusted look*
D. Ark will not be happy with Chitter. He said to watch and make sure Des and Johnny behaved. She will have to be punished now because no matter what the dark creature inside that girl is D. Ark is far far worse.
As everyone will eventually learn...
technically she IS watching over them...he never specified how though. :3
"Hmhmhm.....Child....Such a word is subjective in nature." She let out a light chuckle that echoed through the darkness and seemed to never end. She head tilted to the side ever so slightly.
"The word child has many meanings Desdemona. For example a child could mean a young human being below the age of puberty or below the legal age of majority. My appearance fits this category. Parts of Nny fit the other definition of "child" as an immature person. Then there is us as a whole. The children of the dark circus." She smiled brightly as she looked forward, seemingly to pierce through Des's own eyes. HEr smile became a more questioning look.
"Then there is the final definition...a person or thing influenced by a specified environment..." Her expression went from questioning to being void of any expression.
"You are old right? From the 17th century if I remember you talking to Dad correctly...I wondered what kind of Child you looked like." It was instantaneous as Chitter seemed to disappear before Des, replaced by a mirror, showing Des her own former self the way she once looked as a woman.
"You look beautiful Des...I'm a bit jealous actually...I wonder what happened to you..." The reflection of Chitter stood next to Des in the mirror but if Des was to turn around, she would not see Chitter but rather the endless blackness. Chitter's form however, slowly started to morph. The sound of cracking and ripping was heard as little Chelsea began to morph. Her body begun grow in size, slim and slender looking in appearance, almost border lining mal-nutrition. A leathery, hairy flesh made its presence known on her body. Her eyes sunk in and a heavy crack was heard coming from Chitter's head as it split, the skin ripping down the middle and took on more canine like features. Her mouth grew in length, gaining canine teeth and fangs, hot breath could be felt and it held a deep low guttural growl before rapidly letting out a deep chitter.
"Quia voluit poenam Damiano arcam Domini super vos, et Joannem. Poena non possit mori. Sed melius inveni. Aliquando aliquid tuae ut prolongentur dies tui"
An elongated claw reached out one final time, grasping hold of the lamia, attempting to drag her through. If she is pulled through, Des would find herself in the 1600s, her body no longer a snake but rather her old beautiful body. The only problem would be, it would be the day of her death. And it would repeat, over and over again until Chitter felt satisfied.
Back in the Classroom
"S-Samantha?" A slight nod.
So if, you're supposed to be Chelsea, then who is it that I know." A frown rested on John's face as he sat next to the young girl who simply shook her head in response.
"It told me that it came from the sky but raised underground. I don't know what that means but It took me from my mom and dad." John remained silent slowly the classroom started to change. The desk in the center of the classroom became like a large stone slab, empty chains anchored into the corners. A pool of blood dripped off of the slab.
It was dark...I was scared. There was chanting or singing and I was tied down. They didn't give me clothes. Someone stood over me with a blade. I screamed and screamed but the pain was too much. My vison became dark. I felt their hand inside me and grab something soft and squishy. That's when I couldn't hear my heartbeat anymore. But... John's lips were tight as his hair ever so slowly turned the faintest grey.
"I heard something big...something mean. It spoke to me in some language but it sounded off, like it was backward. Next thing I know I was here." John looked at her with a questioning look. He sighed and shook his head. Hell, might as well ask. He looked forward into the darkness before turning his head back towards her, his gaze still looking into the darkness.
"By chance have any idea what Chitter sai-" He glanced at her and within that moment he saw her hair lose the hint of red and turned to pure white with an expression of unadulterated terror. He turned to see what she was looking at and simply stayed silent in shock.
"God is Dead...The son of the Fallen Seraph has been born of flesh. The end draws near."
In the Soul Circus
Smiles had been about the circus, doing magic tricks, making jokes and just enjoying the circus. A fe hours of this and he began to make his way to his trailer before spotting D. Ark.
"Mr. Ark, sir. How are you tonight? All goes well? Appears not..." He gave Ark his usual warm smile as he walked up, extending a hand for a shake. As he shook his hand he looked into his eyes with a smile that slowly faded as he felt the aura he let off.
"Did you wish to let something off your chest? Come, we can talk about it in my trailer."
I consider myself an adaptive writer. I've RPed in some high casual-low advanced RPs and some RPs that are nearly one liners but I try to stay consistent at least with my characters I make. Ive been on here for some time (passed the time it claims. Just forgot the name of my old accounts but whatev). I am interested in high casual/ low-advanced rps and have been trying to get a few off the ground. If anyone is interested in Co-GMing with me just drop me a message or something and we can discuss ideas and whatnot
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">I consider myself an adaptive writer. I've RPed in some high casual-low advanced RPs and some RPs that are nearly one liners but I try to stay consistent at least with my characters I make. Ive been on here for some time (passed the time it claims. Just forgot the name of my old accounts but whatev). I am interested in high casual/ low-advanced rps and have been trying to get a few off the ground. If anyone is interested in Co-GMing with me just drop me a message or something and we can discuss ideas and whatnot</div>
