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First step done! I have a name for my RP. Now to fill it with....stuff
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I think it's that time boys and girls. I think I will be GMing my own RP!



Name: FantasyChic
Aliases: ShopoholicGirl19, Sarcastic Piece of S***, Miss
Age: 28
Birthday: April 11
Ethnicity: American
Major/Minor: Forensic Psychology
Occupation: Server at The Cheesecake Factory
Languages: English, Sarcasm, Irony, and Some Spanish
Current Bio Theme: Shego(Previously Jaqueline Voorhees)
Years RPing: 8
Preferred RP Section: Advanced
RP Level: High Casual - Advanced
Dedication Level: Omg SO High!
Biggest RP Pet Peeve: Mary Sue Characters, RPs losing interest after initial posts/interest checks, Feeling like you know everything about RPing (we ALL can learn)


Height: 5'8''
Weight: Never ask a lady this...
Build: Slight curves, more top heavy than anything
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Blonde
Skin Tone: Cream
Tattoos/Piercings/Scars: Two ear piercings, small scar on forhead, no tattoos (yet!)
Personal Style: Normally, FantasyChic wears comfortable clothing, mainly t-shirts and leggings, but she will branch out if the mood fits. She loves girly clothing, especially skirts and dresses. Ever obsessed with handbags, she has a large number to match any outfit combination. Her favorite color to wear is, of course, pink.

She typically wears her hair down as it falls to her lower back. She has only ever cut it once (and regrets it to this day). Jewelry is minimal, but she is fond of earrings and necklaces. She is also a big fan of sweatpants.


Witty * Inattentive * Fun-Loving * Troublesome * Reliable * No-Nonsense

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Forever Alone
Personality: FantasyChic is, above all else, a fun-loving person. If it's not fun, she does not take part in it (unless she has to). She is sarcastic and witty to a fault, at the expense of others. She isn't afraid to tell someone off if they are acting the fool. She can be the best friend you could ever want or the worst enemy to make. The choice is, often, not yours.

FantasyChic is reliable. She strives to get her tasks done, even if it takes a bit, but she will do it, especially for those she cares about. She can be inattentive, usually not because she does not care, but because she is probably thinking about puppies/glitter/memes/etc. She is also troublesome, getting things wrong and messing up in real life and in RP. However, she doesn't let bad times phase her.
  • Swearing
  • Sarcasm
  • Drinking

  • Writing
  • Reading (mainly mystery/thrillers)
  • Gaming
  • Music

  • Bees
  • Not Seeing The Bottom Of A Pool Of Water
  • Losing Eyesight

  • Shopping (A bit too much)
  • The Color Pink
  • Humor
  • Netflix
  • Free Drinks
  • Chicago
  • Video Games

  • Sexism
  • Humorless People
  • Hot Weather
  • Headaches
  • Getting Sick
  • Ranch Dressing
  • Losing

Cards On The Table

RP's Currently In

Upcoming RP's
  • Deadly Class: Glass of 2024 (GM): A twisted high school experience to train the very best at ending others.

Other Interesting Things


Why Did You Come To The RP Guild?: I had the itch to RP those years ago and no amount of writing was sedating it. I needed a creative outlet. So after scouring the internet, I stumbled across this site. And the rest is history.

Life Before The Guild: I started RPing in the MMO (Massive Multiplayer Online) game City of Heroes. I played for fun, but I ran into a group of people RPing. I asked them what they were doing and they introduced me to the concept. A quick character creation later and I joined their team and began RPing on my own.

Eventually, I moved from game to game, RPing in each one. I played Guild Wars 2, Elder Scrolls Online, Star Wars: The Old Republic, and Tera mainly. Each game introduced me to new concepts and I grew my skills in RPing.

However, tragedy struck in each game. I was put into positions I was not comfortable in, I was harassed by people I thought were my friends, and I found myself not having fun anymore. So I up and quit. After a couple months, I missed RPing.

Life Since The Guild: It's been a whirlwind of a time on here. A rocky start found me joining (and leaving) many RPs due to inactivity or lost interest. Finally, I found a place I feel wanted, loved, and cared for. And I don't plan on leaving it soon. It got to the point where I am even considering GMing my own game: a thought I NEVER thought I would have.

This is my home now.


For one reason or another, I have come to know these people and consider them friends. Regardless of starts or ends, these people are the reason I continue to come to this site day after day. And I wouldn't have it any other way!

@Lord Wraith: Probably the person I consider my first friend on here. He seemed to be in every game I put interest in (especially the superhero ones). As time went on, we got to know each other and became friends. We've had ups and downs, but he will always be someone I care about and I hope we can write again in the future.

@Lady Amalthea: Whoo boy. This girl. She's Queen GM herself. I will admit, I was extremely intimidated by her when I first met her. She seemed to know so much and I felt I wasn't worthy to be a part of her games. My characters weren't the best at the start, but with some gentle hand-holding and all-out verbal attacks, I eventually grew better and was able to adapt and thrive with my characters, making some of the best I have ever seen. Without her, I would not be the writer I am today. She gets all the credit.

@Morose: Oh my pink bothers you? Too bad! I love this girl so much! She is a wonderful GM and a great person to talk to. We've butted heads a few times, but what friends don't? Who knew we started off in Superhero RPs together? I must have blurred those memories! Either way, she is a great storyteller and I look forward to the chaos we'll cause!

@Nallore: This girl is quite the character. She's goofy and fun and a joy to be around! She's there if you need someone to listen to you vent or for a good grope (because we ALL need one). She has even become a really good GM, able to create some interesting stories. Put us together and I have a feeling not much would ever get done.

@ONL: We met in an RP and our characters were fated to be stuck together. After all, we only have each other in that game. He's such a sweet guy and his characters are all interesting to read and interact with. I've had the best time RPing with you and I hope it continues.


Quotes: "Yo"
"Aw f***...."
"You can never have too many purses"
"Well, that happened.."

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Most Recent Posts

Josephine Clark

Location: Elite Cabin Deck
Skills: N/A

Josephine let the cheeky comment from Reddish slide. After all, the man had proven to be a solid ally and friend when she needed one. She was no more upset with him than with anyone else. And it filled a void that Haakon left when he passed. Now she was starting to appreciate their little group. She moved along further into the room, leaving Vera at the door. ”Probably a good idea, darling. You can keep an eye out. If they aren’t already looking for us they will be soon.” She moved closer to the center, keeping an eye out.

The room itself was put together well enough, with no obvious signs of anything. But that didn’t matter much. ”I wonder who this man is and why he stole from me. The watch was the least valuable thing and it is hardly anything to look at. If it was meant to upset me, it succeeded in a way, but I am more determined now than ever to see this through.”

She had no cover story, so she hoped they would not think they attacked the doctor. There would be no wounds on him, so that should hold, but they could hardly explain that her cut magically healed and he fainted. ”Let’s search quickly and leave. I’d hate to be caught in here. It would look bad, even for noble reasons.”

Faye Masterson

Location:Arthribis (Underground)
Skills: N/A

Faye was happy Richard was proud of her. Was he proud? She supposed so. She sounded like a detective. Granted, she still figured something otherworldy was at foot, but logic did say that there were people walking into the tunnels while the crowd outside dealt with rampaging animals. That, to her, spelled trouble. "I wonder how this connects to what we were hoping to find here. About the mysterious death. If the man was in here first, then maybe that's what these figures intend to find? It has to be big and expensive to want to get a whole town to find it."

She followed Richard closely. She hadn’t meant for him to pull out a club. ”If you say so, but I would feel a lot safer if you had a firearm.” She looked forward when Richard pointed out people he saw. She got a good look and remembered them from the ship. ”Yeah, you’re right. I think I remember at least seeing one of them on the ship. If this is the case, they must be the ones who left the footprints and, thus, the ones who caused the chaos outside. Proceed with caution then, they could be dangerous.”

She still had a haze to her vision, but she proceeded forward carefully. She listened to see if she could hear their conversation and see if they were dangerous. For all she knew, these people ran into here from outside like them. It was better to air on the side of caution.

Faith Masters

Location: Ben's Cab
Skills: N/A

Faith was used to traveling distances so the trip itself did not bother her. She slept in many an uncomfortable place before. She was grateful Ben allowed her the cab to sleep in. Gave her some room. And she knew it would be long, even if they weren’t traveling by normal means. It gave her time to think. After all, she was about to see Babylon who was probably no happier to see her than she was. She liked to think she matured during her other time away in training, but she had a feeling she would be doing a lot of ass-kissing to make up for it.

Once they were both settled in the front, Ben asked if she ever wanted to drive and it struck her that Faith never drove much. She knew how, for the most part, but the apocalypse hit and driving was less important than surviving. And cars were few and far between, either left to the side due to wear or tear or no gas or, for those that did run, were usually scavenged or picked up and driven. She hadn’t remembered the last time she sat behind the wheel.

And to top it off, it was stick shift. ”Umm I’m afraid I don’t know how to drive stick. And I don’t remember the last time I drove at all. Would hate to crash your car before we even get to New York.”

Priya Khurana

Location: Asylum

If Priya had her way, she would push Alicia down the stairs and be done with it. She was used to hostility from people. She was the police, after all. What she had not expected was hostility from someone she literally saved from mummification in a creepy asylum. She glanced back at Riley, who at least seemed to share her frustrations. ”Crazy is as crazy does.” She shrugged, if Alicia wished to be like this, that was on her, dead or not.

”You’re right, at this moment I can’t make you do much. But you can be damn sure once outside I will be using the full extent of the law as I have it to find answers. You’re lucky I don’t throw you in handcuffs right now. For your own protection, you see. After all, what you faced down there must have been traumatic. You could be a danger to yourself and need to be taken to a hospital to be checked out. But I haven’t, so do not test my patience. We can get out of here together.”

Priya still could not shake the fogginess but that was the least of their concerns. She saw through the shaft another balloon. ”Ok, screw that. We are getting out of here and finding backup. This has now crossed over to “Fuck That” territory.” She wiped the dirt off a door and checked it. She saw the stairs, but it was locked. ”Shit, anyone think they can open this? Otherwise we may have to climb.”
Debutante Blush
Location: The Attic
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4

Everyone was more or less not all right with the current situation. Or rather, majority. And that was all she needed. Before she could progress to find means of escape, the lights flickered and she eyed Titian creeping around before total darkness enveloped them. Blush didn’t hate the darkness, but since it was not ideal to be locked in a room with other people who have killed before, she wasn’t ecstatic. She heard a loud clang as a door opened and slammed shut. She no longer heard Titian and could only assume the man escaped. To check, she moved forward slowly and reached around. She found no one.

”Well, it seems our dear friend has left us alone rather than allowing us all to escape. If our conversation didn’t already paint him in a negative light, then this surely did. I would not be surprised if he would run to Swamp or whoever he is and tell him about our conversation.” That annoyed Blush. She would deal with the man later. For now, their goal did not change, but instead was altered. Escape was viable, they just needed to see.

”Afraid I do not have a light source on my person, petal. Nowhere to keep it, you see. And I saw nothing in the room to indicate anything to aid so if no one has anything I am afraid we attempt this in the dark.”

Colette de La Fontaine

Location: Kirkpatrick House
Skills: Language -English

Once safely situated aboard the carriage, Colette let herself finally relax. She hadn’t realized how tightly wound she was with nervous energy. After all, she had been lying to get here and was now able to finally tell the truth as to what she was hoping to accomplish. It was a small weight off her shoulders, but a weight none the less. Soon, they were off to their destination. Her eyes were a bit foggy still, but hopefully that would come to pass shortly.

The lady’s maid, Maeve, began to talk to her and Colette was thankful for the conversation. Especially if it was outside of her reasons for traveling to find Millicent. ”I do not know, which is both exciting and terrifying. I suppose I shall travel back to London and await word on my future husband. If all goes well, he will no longer desire to marry me and I can proceed at my leisure. Maybe tour the world, if possible. So many sights I have not seen out there.” It would be on her own, but she looked forward to it. Maybe she would go see her brother at university. See how the school life was like.

”And what about you? How long have you worked for Lady Kirkpatrick? Do you enjoy it?” She didn’t know the girl’s story, but was willing to listen, at least.

Desdemona Pemberton

Location: Camp Half-Blood

It was as if someone had seen into her mind and picked out the possibly worst things imaginable to her and laid them out for her to see. Not only was she in a summer camp, now forced to participate in such things like campouts and capture the flag, but now her half-siblings were talking incessantly about fashion and shopping and blah blah blah! She could pounce on any number of them. Who cared what designer you wore? You were at camp!

Theresa seemed nice enough, but she didn't want to be bothered much. If she had to be here, she would be an active non-participant when applicable. Before she could say though, Theresa mentioned an armory. That piqued her interest. She remembered that being called meant you got shit. "Yes, I'd like to go to the armory and see what there is." Who knows? Even though her mother was the goddess of fashion week, perhaps she had cool shit to offer.

Allison Andrewss

Location: The Palace - New York City, New York (Outfit)
Skills: N/A

Allison followed un somewhat uncomfortable silence. Still, she was a bit peeved, but less so when she thought about it. Either way, first things first was finding people who could understand her. Or at least find allies. She didn't know who to trust, but she was sure that at least the two girls could be trustworthy.

She followed Guin into the Infirmary, seeing Miranda on the bed. She felt a twinge of guilt, knowing Guin was probably upset and the fact she was the one that drew them away. She also wondered where Oshea was, but quickly waved the thought away. She didn't know the man there, but Guin seemed to trust him.

"Umm well ok. I'll say it then. Name's Allison. You might know that, might not depending. Well there's no other way to say it than to just say it. This world is not correct. Or rather, this reality is not the correct one. I don't know how and I don't know why, but we were all transported here. It seems some of us were given memories of this reality while others remember the other one. I know of the other one where humans and mutants lived together, there was no King or Queen, and we were part of the X-Men, a group of mutants who saved the world every now and then. I know it sounds crazy, but we have science backing me up. Someone sent us here and we need to find out why, becaue I guarantee the reason is not good."

Tinley Abercrombie

Location: Red Guard Mobile Unit - Sydney, Australia
Skills: N/A

This was all new territory and she was already feeling the effects of being placed back into her leadership role. She sighed audibly. "It was kind of nice not having to make decisions for a little bit, but I guess good things don't last. The prisoners are not being killed. We are not murderers. As for ditching them, I don't trust Mystique or that James guy. Digby seems like she could go either way. I say the best bet would be to drop them off somewhere and go."

She looked back at the jet. "Any ideas where to leave them? We need to get moving soon. I need answers to this entire mess and I don't want them alone too long before they start getting ideas."

Anastasia Reinhardt

Location: LeBeau Casino - New Orleans, Lousiana
Skills: N/A

Things were getting interesting with the spirit weirdo talking to himself or whoever. She glanced over at the girl, Chrysi. Didn't seem dangerous to her, but then again who was she to judge? "So what are we doing then? All out assault? No holds barred this time around too? Maiming? Capturing? What are the limits? This is interfering with me getting a crown and that does not make me happy."

She held her hands up, ready to pounce and attack when given the word. She didn't want to jump in first in case they wanted to hold her, because she had no qualms about wasting her away. She could have fun torturing her for information too if that came up.


Location: Main Briefing Room -> Training Room
Skills: N/A

Bella hadn't put the book down once the talking started. She heard every word, of course, it was more of the same. What had surprised her (and hadn't she mentioned how much she hated those?) was that it would be here at a party. They would have to be security and ensure they could work together.

What type of mission was that? What possible fights could business people get into? She wanted blood spilled, not appetizer plates knocked over because some career woman going through menopause had too much champagne. She stood up once it seemed finalized. "No." was all she said. She picked up her book. "I'm not some security guard. If you need me, I'll be punching a hole in the wall until I see the other side."

She stormed off into the training room and set her stuff aside, finding the bag again and punching it over and over and over and over until she felt whatever frustration was bubbling up subside. If she WAS going to do this, she was damn sure not wearing heels.

Tinley Abercrombie

Location: New York Sanctum
Skills: N/A

Tinley listened and it seems all were on board. She would let the intellectuals deal with the time machine. "We head there first. Scout and see if we can determine the best way to enter. I don't want them to catch us outside and prepare. So stealth first. Once inside, we can smash and crash the place to get the virus. However, I draw the line at murder. Knock out first unless threatened otherwise. We don't need blood on our hands to match the likes of Ultron. We have powers on our side so use them as you see fit. Once we obtain the virus, we get the hell out of there and come back and prepare it."

Satisfied she laid out the plan, she left the others to go grab her own gear. She suited up, but took her time. She needed to think. This was going to be an intense mission and could lead to a big change. She couldn't muck it up. Not when so much depended on her. On her team. If they lived through this, she owed them all a vacation.

Myth the Muse

Location: Bifrost -> Outside the Wizard Tower

Myth heard Bruce. She really did understand and she wasn't about to underestimate Fleur by any stretch, but she had an inkling, one she shared with Runa, that Fleur wasn't 100% evil. Some, yes. She bit her tongue though, she knew Bruce would not listen or care. Instead, she focused on the here and now. Accepting the hug from Cuyler. Not only did she get a new family, but she reconnected with her old one. Cuyler was a reminder of where she came from.

"It took every ounce in me not to bring him with, but he's in capable hands." She joked before following the others. They soon came to be outside of the Wizard's Tower, along with the memories. "Umm, speaking as a Midgardian here, I very much wish to be involved in their affairs." She sniffed when Cuyler pointed out burning. "I don't sense it, but I have a bad feeling about this."

Fleur La Mallificum

Location: The Witch's Country

Fleur listened, hands folded under her chin. It was easy to see how this could all be taken as hogwash. But she did hold a stone to bend time. What really intrigued her was the news of the other stones. Imagine what one could do if they had them all? She put a mental note on that for later. "You assume that I care about the fabric of time not being messed up. It's not that I don't, but I have the means to enact my revenge and take my rightful place on the throne. If the Time Stone aids in that, I will use it as I see fit. I will take caution though. Wouldn't want the multiverse to rip in twain."

She wondered something. "What else do you desire really? I can understand wishing the fabric of time to hold in place, but surely you did not need to travel all the way here, Magyk or not, just to warn me of that. Is there something else?" Yes or no, she would be done with the girl and would then make plans to head back. She had a date with the Witch's Road.
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