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STATUS: I'm single, but hey, at least Hopper is alive. 4 yrs ago
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4 yrs ago
Current I'm single, but hey, at least Hopper is alive.
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5 yrs ago
When you finally confirm you made the right decision. Best of luck to you.
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5 yrs ago
Thought I left this Facebook status bullshit when I got out of high school.
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5 yrs ago
Green Moose, Guava Juice
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5 yrs ago
What fresh hell (lololol) did I miss?
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Bio






Summary

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: Debbie Jelinsky (Previously Shego)
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)




Appearance

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.




Personality

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.
Habits:
  • Swearing
  • Sarcasm
  • Drinking

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

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

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

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





Cards On The Table


RP's Currently In


Upcoming RP's
  • TBD


Other Interesting Things





History


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.




Relations


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.

@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 to just bitch about our life with. 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.

@Natsu: This guy is so sweet. I've enjoyed RPing with him and having my characters and his interact because there always seems to be an inherent closeness with them. He's such a sweetheart.



Extras


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

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Most Recent Posts

In 🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S. → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Faith Masters
Location: Oak Tree
Skills: N/A


Faith paid little mind to the others around her. She focused more on the mysterious woman, waiting for her answer. Was she another Emendator? It seemed the others knew of her so if she was one, why was she not staying with them? Was she, perhaps, more powerful than the other Emendators? More powerful than Evelina? That seemed unlikely. So what was she doing here then?

She glanced over at the others. Alexandra and James were going on about the stupid punch like it was some big thing. Sophia was being quiet and the albino girl was talking to the mysterious lady also. She wondered how the other guy was doing: Bart. Probably throwing up some more and embarrassing himself. Faith let out a chuckle at this mental image. She sipped her drink some more (ok, the damn punch was pretty good!) as she waited for the woman to speak, almost chomping at the bit to get answers to her questions.
In 🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed) → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Mei Qiáo and William Harper
Location: Galley
Skills: N/A


Mei glanced up briefly to see Harper enter. She had hardly talked to the man at the bar last night and did not know what to make of him. He seemed like a capable man, but for all she knew he was a horrible pilot. The only thing she did have to go on was that the Captain seemed fit to keep him on board, so he must be good for something.

"Not at all Mr. Harper, but we are crewmates now, so please, call me Mei." She gestured at the chair closest to her, wondering what the man wished to speak about.

Harper's eyes narrowed as he sat. It was a look of scrutiny more than anything else. He was not physically present for the stowaway incident, nor the shooting, nor the mostly unsuccessful tracking attempt by Dorothy and Foy. Like himself, Mei was a bit of an enigma. Harper didn't stay alive in the conditions he did by staying uninformed, even if that information came in the way of what was not said. Of course, sitting on info under the guise of "Not My Business" was a damned good tactic, too. In any case, as soon as he was settled in the chair across from his new crewmate, he gave a friendly smile and sipped his formerly hot coffee. "Mei." he repeated back to her. "It is a lovely name, Mei. Simple. Not overstated. I have always appreciated Mandarin, the way it can be as nuanced or as straightforward as the speaker needs it." Another sip, followed by a clearing of his throat. "I have a couple minutes before I have to get to duties. Just wanted to get that awkward first conversation out of the way."

Harper gave her a considered look. There wasn't exactly a lot of trust on the table right then, and that lack likely ran in his direction as well. Sadly, trust was a tool or a commodity in the 'Verse, and the appearance of it had to be built. Anisa chose her for the crew, same as she chose him. He just wanted to get a feel for her. "It's a little weird being with a new crew for the first few days. I know. And please, while we're off duty? It's Liam."

Mei nodded as he sat down. She wasn't quite sure what he was getting on about her name. Frankly, she hadn't given it much thought. She often did not use her first name. She usually used her codename. In fact, that reminded her to talk to the Captain about that. Any information being passed around should be using her codename and not her real name. It wasn't likely she would run into any trouble, but it paid to be careful.

"All right Liam. I'll admit, it is weird. I have often worked for myself and myself alone. Is there anything specific you wish to ask me or are we just supposed to...talk?" Like he was intent on doing, Mei herself was trying to get a read on the man. After all, part of her job was investigation and she did not fully trust this crew. Not yet.

"Mmm hmm." responded Harper, thoughtfully chewing on a corner of a reheated, toasted protein sandwich. He swallowed hard and took a sip of coffee, continuing, "Just talk. Questions might arise, but as I said - a couple of minutes before I'm back on the clock. Let's pretend we're normal people for a moment and not ...whatever we are now. I'll start: You showed some dà fàngsì1 coming back to the crew last night. I wouldn't have." Maybe he would have. There would have to be good reason for it, though. He assumed as much of this woman.

Mei was impressed with his use of the language. However, his words intrigued her. "I believe in honor. When I first ran across your lot, I was under a false impression. What that impression was, I cannot say. Not yet. But that is the reason I snuck aboard your ship. I came to find out I was wrong, albeit too late as your crew gave chase. So when I saw you there I felt bound to tell the truth. It is like the old way of Luò zài wǒ de jiàn shàng."2

A good half of his first sandwich went down while Mei spoke, prompting Harper to remind himself to use better table manners. Bad habits were easy to pick up, apparently. He regarded the woman's answer briefly, using the fact that he was chewing as an excuse not to speak immediately. It was an interesting response, no doubt. A code of honor was an important thing out in the Black, but it didn't necessarily make one a good person. It could also make one predictable. Still, provided Harper could trust her words he might feel some sort of relief.

"You know Mei," he began, finally swallowing, "we are going further than light conversation over breakfast. Let me try something else: What is your favorite color?"

Mei ignored the man's lack of table manners, but was curious as to why he wished to change the subject. He had asked the question, after all. She had spoken honestly. "My favorite color is blue." Odd question to ask after the previous one, but perhaps all the man desired was that they keep it light. "What's yours?"

Harper smiled behind his cup of coffee. He did enjoy a sudden subject change, especially when it allowed for him to pick up tiny clues as to character. In truth, he did want to keep things light. He also wanted to ascertain whether or not this woman's presence had anything to do with his own. He still wasn't satisfied one way or another, but he was sure that he'd feel a lot better once they left Newhope far behind them.

Setting his cup down, he answered the potentially dangerous young lady, "I am partial to teal, actually." His voice was a little quieter. He even leaned in a bit. "Green, with just a hint of blue; preferably of darker hue. I had a very comfortable silk shirt, about a lifetime ago, that was the most pleasant color of dark teal. Sometimes..." a mischievous glint took to his eyes, "...sometimes I see it in certain topaz gems, or in the coloration of autumn birds. Not something I see inside of ships very often except in some of the wire and fiber-op casings, which I think is very sad. But yes... Teal." His smile still in place, he bit off a corner of his other sandwich and began to chew slowly, holding her gaze.

Mei didn't know what the man was getting at. What benefit did it serve to know her favorite color? She rarely wore color unless disguised, otherwise, she kept it to mainly black attire. "Teal is nice. Any other light conversation questions to ask? My favorite animal? Favorite food?" She didn't want to sound rude, but she expected more from a conversation with the mysterious man.

"What brought you on board? I mean, you know how I got the job, but I don't know how any of you all got to be on this ship."

The generally pleasant attitude of the pilot maintained deapite what appeared to be growing annoyance from Mei. He got through the majority of his remaining square of toasted bread and textured protein as she spoke, and gave the conversation just enough of a hiatus to sip from his cup before responding. "Favorite food? I am more partial to sweets than I really should be, but you do ask a valid question. The fact is, I am not sure exactly who the Captain got this ship from." Maybe that was what she was asking and maybe it wasn't. Nonetheless, Harper responded to the interpretation that gave the least amount of personal information away. "You would have to ask her about that. Though Prometheus is a fairly recent acquisition and a decent update from her predecessor." All technically accurate statements. He disliked being dishonest over casual conversation.

Harper tossed back the remainder of his coffee and gathered his dishes up. "I could go on and on about Prometheus's design specs and handling relative to Firefly Class vessels or even the comparable Alliance contracted ships, but my couple of minutes are up." He moved to store his plate and cup in the washer toward the Galley, "Thank you very much for letting me bend your ear over breakfast, Mei. We will have to do this again when it is less awkward. Plan?"

If anything, it gave her more questions than answers, but it also provided her with more to ask the Captain. Or, rather, more to figure out for herself if that was the case. "Yes, preferably when there is not anything going on, such as the potential death of a crewmate." She referred to the preacher, unaware of his situation. "Sounds like a plan then. Thank you Liam."

In The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed) → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Finley Alestair


Location: Abandoned House



Finley was not bothered so much by the fact they had to delve further into the serial killer house. She was mainly bothered that it all seemed familiar. So she started walking past Olivia and Declan. Stupid? Maybe. But she often did stupid things and she had to be brave at this time. If they had any hope of finding Riley, they had to push forward.

Once at the room, Finley immediately recognized it. "This...this is the room from my vision. Riley was here. There may be clues here the police didn't discover." Finley immediately began searching the room. If Riley was here, the people holding her may have left something behind. Or maybe she hoped another vision would be sparked by seeing the room and being in it.

Either way, what could it hurt? Other than being murdered.
In Rise of the Evos → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Q U I N N P E T E R S O N:
Wednesday, August 15th - 12:00 PM | New York City, New York


Quinn could appreciate the secrecy as Olivia stood up to check that they were not being listened to. She glanced around the office quickly as Olivia got up. Though the girls worked in similar professions, she had never met the girl. It wasn't so uncommon, their work was the same but rarely coincided. This dream was the only thing that could bring them together.

"It was when I was young. I hated playing any sports, but I was always good at it. I always assumed it ran in our family, but my brother was not great at sports either. Once I realized this, I pushed myself and discovered I could do weird things like I just demonstrated without much effort. What about you?"
In 🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed) → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Lady Amalthea Also me and Sigil would like to collab for Mei and Harper
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Allison Andrews
Location: Stark Tower: Med Bay


She had been brought to the medical area, but even as the others talked, there was more going inside Allison's mind.

Two of her stood there in the darkness. One dressed in a white gown that almost glowed. The other, in darker clothing with a much more....revealing nature to it.

"We have nothing to discuss!" the white dress one spoke. Her face remained calm, but the tone of her words spoke of more harshness. "Yes we do. You saw it as well as I did." The black dressed one spoke. The two almost looked like they were squaring off.

"There is no doubt what we saw was tragic, but we cannot let our emotions drive us that much." The other one laughed haughtily. "You new? Her emotions drive her forward constantly! I've let you take the lead constantly. She needs me now." "No, she needs calmness. She just went through a lot." The dark one turned. It seemed like she was walking away, but she turned suddenly, eyes glowing bright pink before she unleashed a bolt of psionic energy as the white dressed one. She was flung backwards, not suspecting it.

"Fuck that! Oshea died helping us save the world and these bastards are now hunting us? Trying to capture us and experiment on us and we are just supposed to roll over and accept that? The X-men may be ok with being victims, but I am sick of it! I am sick of being a hero and constantly labeled a villain. It's my turn now!"

The white one lay there, motionless. More sleeping than anything, really, but the black one got what she wanted. Her eyes still glowed as she gave a wicked grin.

It was her time now.

Sara Grey
Location: Stark Tower


Sara broke off from Ayita and Allison to be with the others. Thankful to be out of the mess. She looked around as Iron Man, of all people, spoke. She could tell why Blondie went gaga over him. However, it wasn't like she hadn't met these people before. Her aunt was famous, after all. Or was it infamous now? Either way, she moved over to watch the TV as it was turned on, broadcasting the news.

The attack was live on feed. It seemed quick. Too quick. "How much you wanna bet they are going to get them to spin the story to blame us? Now that we know the truth about the attack." She was sure they would be labeled the villains. The presidential elect would use it to get himself more power. What better way to get your goal the best way than to point the finger at someone else?
In 🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Tiffany Lyle


Location: Arnco Mills
Skills: N/A



Tiffany went back to sleep, though she never got fully invested in that. Scared that she will experience another dream like the one she just had, she instead let her thoughts wander. The fact she had seen visions of people not there (and Jack too) still had not been discussed. Did the others experience the same thing they did? If so, why? If not, why not? It bothered her to this moment.

She could hear the others move around and she found it harder and harder to fall asleep. Eventually, she succumbed to it and had no follow-up dreams. Instead, she managed to get a decent amount of rest, from a mentally and physically exhausting day. The last thing she needed was to be drained emotionally too.
In Darke Magyk - Concluded → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Fleur La Mallificum
Location: The Palace


Fleur followed Rhys inside, allowing Nera to handle the Prince. Impressive skills aside, they had to depart quickly now. The dragon would not hold attention long and she was sure competent Magyk users would be able to detect her illusion. Hopefully, Mal would use it to his advantage somewhat. Otherwise, as per Nera's instructions, he would be no use to them anymore.

Fleur listened as Rhys commented on dinner plans and someone she would love to meet. Fleur responded with a grin of her own. "Darling Rhys. If I didn't know any better, it almost sounds like it might be a trap, which we both know would be silly for you to even try to do." Whether his intentions were pure or not, it mattered little. They had, after all, someone else to take care of first.

"And as it stands, we have plans of our own at the moment, so dinner shall be put on hold. Let us first get out of this dreadful castle and back amongst familiar territory. Nera, secure the exit behind us in case someone does follow." She directed the young witch, but she knew Nera to be capable, regardless. Even a small trap would suffice. They had to leave quickly though. Any longer and who knows what Princess Luna would get into.
In Experiment X → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Mythri Naidu


Location: Xavier's Mansion



Mythri had always known she was different.

Sure many people say that, but she knew it. As long as she could remember, she knew she felt different. It wasn't like she was exploring new things either. It was a feeling. And sure enough, it manifested itself with her powers. From that point onward, Mythri knew her life took a new turn.

So when two men came up to her asking for her help. She, of course, told them no. Well....she told them other things than no, but that's not good viewing for small children. However, they slowly convinced her. Not only could she master her powers, she could help others like her in doing so. Others who were in very similar situations as her. So, despite her level of distrust in these men, she followed. Albeit tentatively.

So she sat in the room with others she barely knew. Listening to two men she did not trust. Things were, so far, looking very much bleak. "I suppose I could use help too, but what would that entail?" If it meant experimentation, she would be out quicker than lightning. That was always her worry, or rather her mother's worry. Too many science fiction books. Still, concern was there.
In Agents of SHIELD - Concluded → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Tinley Abercrombie
Location: SHIELD Headquarters
Skills: N/A


Three Months Ago

"Tinley, sweetie..."

Tinley scoffed over the phone. "Forget it, father. I'm sorry I asked." She could hear his breath over the phone, as if he was trying to think of what to say. She heard it all before. Her father had never been supportive of her decisions and goals. This was no different. "I mean what do you expect from me darling? You had such a bright future ahead of you." Tinley fought off the urge to scoff again. Future? What future? "You mean a future with your company? A future where I get by based on being the boss' daughter?" Her father sighed, "You know I did not mean that. You are smart. Determined. Any company would be happy to have you. Your mother..."

Tinley cut him off immediately. "Leave her out of this. She has always been supportive of dreams." She let the intensity of the statement linger before she continued. "How is she?" Her father held a moment, as well. "She's doing better." Which was code for "she hasn't got much time left." As if Tinley didn't feel guilty enough being across the ocean from them, her father loved to bring it up every so often. "I just don't trust SHIELD. There is no information about them anywhere." "That's why I like them."

Her father could sense a losing battle. "Do what you must, but always know I have a place for you should you decide to stop." However, Tinley knew there would be no stopping. She was here for a reason. "Not likely."

Tinley Abercrombie
Location: Sci-Tech Building 4 - Phase Three HQ: Medical Ward
Skills: N/A


Tinley heard the voices and she wanted them all to stop. Her head pounded with each revirb. She opened her eyes a bit, letting the blurriness subside before she sat up in the bed she was in. She looked around to see others in the room with her. Some she recognized, others she did not.

Before she could escape from whatever this hellhole was, Fury walked in. It seemed the lucky few that were here had survived Phase Three. She had volunteered for this, knowing the risks and rewards. It was an interesting process; one she is sure she will recall eventually. As it stood, she barely remembered what happened.

But she was here. She was alive. And she wanted to be anywhere else. The others seemed cheerful and she wanted to drive a nail through their skulls. "Can we just get on with it?"
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