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5 mos ago
Current 27 today :)
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9 mos ago
First step done! I have a name for my RP. Now to fill it with....stuff
9 mos ago
I think it's that time boys and girls. I think I will be GMing my own RP!
9 mos ago
I wish everyone a Happy Holiday!



Name: FantasyChic
Aliases: ShopoholicGirl19, Sarcastic Piece of S***, Miss
Age: 27
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: Daria (Previously Megara)
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
  • The Nocturnals (GM): A Mystery RP Where No Case Is Too Crazy

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

Tinley Abercrombie

Location: C.Os Office (Level Three)
Skills: N/A

Tinley sat in the office along with Cassandra, Fury, and Kennedy. She had been practicing extra hard in training, knowing fully well that she was meant to step up now that she was Field Commander. Since the teams were now pushed into one whole one, she had a lot more to consider. She had already poured herself into learning what she could about those in the Communications and Sci-Tech schools since she already had a decent grasp on those in Operations. And, to top it off, she had new people coming in as well.

Needless to say, she was stressed.

But she didn't let it show. She wouldn't. She was given a great honor and she was bound and determined to prove herself. So she listened intently as Fury highlighted the mission. Latveria was not often talked about in her understanding and that often worried her. Especially if there was weapons trading going on. That spelled disaster for all involved. Lucia von Bardas rubbed her the wrong way. Every time she saw the woman on TV or in some newspaper or journal article she wanted to punch her. "So are we looking for a get in, get out stealth mission or do we go in full force? I'd opt for stealth, of course."

Tempest Renroir

Location: The Lounge (Level Two)
Skills: N/A

Tempest entered the Loung riding a high of beating the ever-loving stuffing out of all parties in Fortnite. She bounced on her feet as she entered, unaware that there were people in there she hadn't met quite yet. She only recently got there, but she was briefed before. Her hair was black, but it had streaks of dark purple and blue in it. She wore all black, save for a pink panda bear on her shirt.

Her energy was boundless, it seemed. She was looking forward to actually getting to work. She grabbed a bottle of water before she turned to face the room, seeing those inside of it finally. "Oh, whoops. Sorry for ignoring you all. Name's Tempest and yes, you heard that right. Looks like I'll be joining you guys, hope that's cool."

She made her way over to a seat and plopped down, taking out her phone to check her data. "So, anyone play games? I just totally creamed noobs in Fortnite."

Q U I N N P E T E R S O N:

Wednesday, August 18th - Seattle, Washington

Quinn glanced around her, wondering why no one else was freaking out that some random person was now with them that hadn't been before. She, herself, was freaked out, but since this happened before she had more or less gotten used to it. At least this time she wasn't in a moving car. She stood up, listening to the man speak.

She wondered if their stories were connected, in some way. Sickness was different than murder though, but perhaps it was the same? "I am very sorry to interrupt, but seeing as I was in New York until 5 minutes ago, I feel it is necessary. Me and some friends are currently investigating strange occurrences also, but that's back in New York. Mind telling me where I am?"

Finley Alestair

Location: Finley's Home

Finley went downstairs to the table set up and her grandmother's pot roast. If there was one thing her grandma was known for, it was her cooking. Finley often remembered times she went to her grandma's house just to eat, usually accompanied by something she baked as well. IT was kind of impressive. "Pot roast is just fine." Finley took her seat with Declan close behind her as she waited for all to be ready before digging in.

And, of course, as if on cue, her grandfather had to ask what she was afraid of. Finley nearly choked on the food she had put in her mouth before she swallowed. She glared at her grandfather, knowing exactly why he asked. "Ha ha, grandpa." Finley felt her phone vibrate and checked the message from Olivia. She sent a quick reply.

-"Still interested. Eating dinner and then we'll be rdy."
Hmm......why not? Let's give this a shot

Colette de La Fontaine

Location: On the Open Sea
Skills: Language -English

Thankful to hear that Fyror had made it out of the waters alive and safe, as well as things clearing up, had calmed Colette's nerved. Now she realized how cold she was. She was still shaky on her feet somewhat, but she watched at the Captain spoke to her men in a language she didn't understand. It wasn't English or French, but it was kind of beautiful in a way. Soon the Captain beckoned her and she marched steadily on.

As she did, she watched the others work around her, setting the ship back up to sail. It was rather impressive to watch, though it could be her near-death experience opening her mind up a bit more to new experiences. She walked towards the Captain, eyeing her. She was stunning and had an aura that shone far beyond what Colette would normally expect from a ships' Captain.

"Thank you and your crew again for saving our lives," she said as she got near the Captain. She was hesitant to see where she wanted to go, but hopefully, it meant for a change of clothes and perhaps some warm food or drink? Colette hoped, but it was better than being in the water still with that...thing.

Josephine Clark

Location: The Barracks (Officer's Lounge)
Skills: N/A

Josephine had her thoughts rattling around in her mind as Vera spoke to her. She caught the words, but her mind was occupied as she heard the words. She turned to face the woman, "Darling, you can do whatever you want to them if it helps, but do you think this is the best time for that? Are there any around, even?" she asked with a questioning glance in Lauren's direction. Then she put two and two together to mean that Vera wasn't asking about...that. Rather, she wanted a cigarette. Jo blushed slightly. "Oh golly, I misinterpreted that. No, of course, you can have one." She reached into her bag and handed a cigarette over to Vera, as well as offering a light.

The Lord Major came quickly enough and spouted off his report of their trek. It was truly good to hear, but perhaps this was not the best time or place to mention Peter's death again after all things considered. "Well let's see. Mahendra was injured and is now being treated, Neema is now dead apparently, having been burned outside, as I am sure you could smell, and now we are here. So, so far, the morning is not looking to be too keen."

She looked back at Lauren. "I'd like a drink too, darling. Something strong. Serve Lady Munn first, of course. Lord knows she needs it."

Priya Khurana

Location: Funeral Home
Skills: N/A

The situation growing tenser as the minutes passed, Priya ignored Ryan's dealing with the funeral director and instead, watched as Riley left to go get some air. She didn't know if she should follow or not, given all of this, but perhaps the girl needed someone to confide in. Even Ryan suggested it. But what really cemented it was the children and them asking to see the body. Before and during the operation. All Priya could think was ""Fuck this shit, I'm out." Children really were from hell. "Yeah, let me go see her."

Priya followed Riley outside. She stood close, but not near her as she wanted Riley to have some room to breathe and think. "I can only imagine what's going through your head. There's a lot of questions and very little answers. I don't know what is going on, but my gut is telling me that things are not as they appear. At least, not fully. Take a minute to think, but we should get back in there soon and see about putting some meaning to this madness.

Sister Genevieve

Location: Main Street (E8)
Skills: Sword

She was now positively soaked, but she did not care, for God would keep her safe from sickness and danger. One vile creature remained close to her as she felt the drops of rain grow faster. She pulled her sword up and pointed it at the creature. "Vile thing! How dare you corrupt God's clean Earth. As He is with me, I shall end your suffering!" WIth that, Genevieve took a step forward, slashing the sword across the thing's chest and neck, severing it as it crumpled into a heap.

She swung the sword away, getting some of the blood off of it before she turned to see those that drove the large truck. They got out and here aiding her. Truly, God's blessings knew no bounds, but they would need help as well. So Genevieve rushed to aid them. As she did so, she said a silent prayer to herself. "Father, I pray for the souls I have taken and wish to see them to your great glory. I pray for my soul that has been tainted in taking a life. Father, forgive me." It was a prayer she often said once fighting these creatures.
Debutante Blush
Location: Shadowell Forest - Front Gate - Chair 12 -> Away From Chairs
Skills: Dexterity, Will
Hit Points: 4

A subtle smile passed along her lips as the delightful lady asked if she would spend the night with her. It was cute how taken aback she was at this request. Debutante Blush couldn't help but giggle gleefully. The offer was tempting and exactly what she wanted. "Why of course, petal. I would be delighted to be your...companion for the night, and perchance longer? After all, as you said, we are entering unknown territory and it would be best to have someone to watch our backs. I intend to watch yours very closely."

Blush was handling herself well as a devilish grin appeared on her face. It was quickly met with shock and surprise as she heard the loud noise behind her and turned to see a chair, of all things, rocket to the sky with its inhabitant following along. Debutante Blush quickly stood up. "Goodness, quickly, get away!" she called out to Miss Creme beside her. Blush was panicked as she moved from her chair, stumbling slightly on the legs as she did so. She caught herself and moved along with the others to see the mess crash down. The body (as it could surely be called that after landing in such a manner) was crumpled on the ground. The others, in various states of amusement, disdain, sadness, perhaps even arousal? Debutante Blush quickly regained her composure.

"So is anyone going to explain just what happened? Are all our chairs going to shoot up to the sky now? That was not what I agreed to."

Allison Andrews

Location: The Streets

Allison ran as quick as she could following Ayita, who seemed to be pulling her rather than helping. She glanced back as a gunshot rang out and saw Richard fall. Charlie was also on the ground, having been attacked as they made their getaway. Things were spiraling quickly out of control and she felt both stupid and justified in her leaving the tower. Those at the tower probably weren't even aware they were gone and those at Jakobsen's were probably in danger still.

Then, more gunfire and Allison felt pain. She stumbled and hit the ground. She had been shot and she was sure Ayita had been too. She pulled herself up as the burning sensation of pain hit her. There was no way she would be able to walk or run any further, unless she wanted to open the wound up more and bleed out. She still clung to Ayita though. A thought crossed her mind. "Ayita, we have to give up. There's no sense. We'll figure out how to get out later." She said as the man with guns closed in on them." She knew Ayita had the wild sense in her now, ready to unleash hell if they so much as got any closer, but it would end in blood and death, possibly for Ayita and herself. "Do what you have to do though.."

Sara Grey

Location: Jakobsen's Office

Sara didn't bother to stay and hear anything coming out of Jakobsen's mouth. She had been right to worry and Allison and the others had been right to question going with this group. Now the tower was being attacked as they stayed behind. Sara exited the office, surprised they would just let them leave, but it sickened her even more because it held firm that Jakobsen believed he was winning. And that just could not be.

As Sara left, she saw the Future Pietro hold Folly back as a woman looked stunned. Folly was angry, threatening death and Pietro was calming her down enough. Sara shook her head in disbelief. "We don't have much time, guys. Can we hug it out later and get going?" Sara didn't want to wait for the rest. If they wished to stand and interrogate Jakobsen more, that was their deal. She figured Jakobsen wouldn't be swayed unless he could see for himself that his daughter would be a mutant and be eperimented on. Hell, for all she knew Jakobsen would be just fine with that.

Did he hate mutants so much? Sara didn't care either way. She had to get back to the tower. And quickly.
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