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I am just another run of the mill nerd who likes to kick ass and raise a few virtual zombies online. I like pirates, whales, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, necromancers and above all anything to do with the ocean. I am up for almost any kind of roleplay, with the aim to not make any grammatical errors or to BECOME THE OVERLORD OF SUPER POWER NEVER TO BE DEFEATED BECAUSE I AM SO UNDENIABLY AWESOME! Oh and did I also mention...

I'm Batman..

Haha...Yeah..MESSAGE ME! I'm fucking hilarious and always willing to try out new rp's!

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Seaside was like every small American port town. Industry was always focused on fishing and tourism during the summer months. For the locals living there full time, Seaside high was one of the highlights of the city. It was a large architectural homage to well-refined classrooms and labs, glass windows, brownstone walls and a football field large enough to hold the whole town. It was the highlight and pride of the community, producing intelligent youth that usually succeeded in the university fields. It was also the home to the Seaside Sharks, the main football team for the community. Events around town centered heavily on the football community, and it was known throughout town that supports from everyone was top priority. On the other side of town there resides, Rutledge high, mainly reserved for low-income families whose kids who didn't have the grades or couldn't afford to 'fit' into Seasides elite choosing process. Stevie was always reminded how lucky she was to make it into the program, especially because her parents were ranging on the low side of the social ladder. Mom and Pop ran the local garage, with her older brother, Elvis, who also helped work on the larger fishing lines. He moved out a year ago with his high school girlfriend Melanie, who is now two months pregnant but they always seem to find time to visit home often enough. Stevie's younger brother Freddie was just hitting thirteen and always made a habit of annoying Stevie on the daily. Today was no exception, with the little twerp, stealing her bike helmet and putting it on the American flagpole that happened to be just outside her white salt sprayed porch. Getting it down took her almost twenty minutes, and seeming as seaside was basically across town she ended up being five minutes later then the last bell.

She swore as she ran towards the school, her leather boots smacking the ground quickly as she ran up the steps to head towards class. She was about to head to class when suddenly the nasely voice of Miss Withers was behind her, "Stop right there. Miss Lawson. You are late again."

Stevie let out a breath, blowing out her brows, "Yeah I know, but my brother stole my bike helmet and..."

Miss Withers shook her head interrupting her, "No excuses. You know our policy. Come in here so I can write you a tartie slip. If this happens again, It's detention."

Stevie set her jaw following Miss Withers into the office, "Yes. Miss Withers."

She gripped her leather jacket and riding helmet in her hand, adjusting her backpack with the other as her thoughts moved towards beating the shit out of Freddie, I am going to kill that little shit! She walked up to the main desk, when Miss Withers pointed over to the chairs, "You can sit there, while I fill out your paperwork."

Stevie nodded before she walked over to a seat slumping down as she leaned her head back against the wall, "I should be in English right now...God...Minerva is probably freaking out, wondering where I am."

She pulled out her phone to see if she had a text. There was two from Minerva and one from Brice. Minerva was, like she thought, wondering where she was and letting her know that Mr. Paulson's toupee was way to pushed back today. Brice just asked where she was. She ignored Brice, but sent Minny a quick text, 'Brother made me late. In Jabba Da Hutz office. X.X'

Once sent, she lowered her phone down, picking at her hair when suddenly a dude she had never seen before entered the office. She couldn't see his face but watched as he moved to the desk remaining quiet as she listened to the interaction in front of her.

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Stevie Lawson

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Hey!

So I have a few ideas that I have been wanting to try for a while now and would like to know if anyone is interested!

The first idea is where my character(a lady) will somehow be sent by her nefarious criminal brother to bring some money to a heavy criminal kingpin(hopefully your character) in regards to his debt. Little does my character know, is that the case she's carrying contains no money but an IOU of a couple million dollars and an offer of his sister for good measure. We could always work out more details through pm, but if you're interested, let me know.

The second idea is quite obviously from Atomic Blonde. I have been dreaming about rping an 80's inspired spy vs spy story for so long. I have a really great character who I would love to use and it would be nice to do a one on one detective/spy story where our characters either work together or against each other. We could leave our CS' blank and try to guess where the other is from, and who they are working for. Again details can be more thought out through pm.

The last idea I had would be something perhaps akin to Mr and Mrs Smith, except one of us is an assassin, and one of us is a CSI sleeper agent. We are married and we find out we have both been lying about who we are and who we work for. Now, we have both agencies gunning for us and we have to decide if we want to take out one another or fight the forces against us. I'll play either character, but if you're interested, send me a pm and we can discuss further.

Alright, just a few last notes to add:

>I am hoping to play the female characters, and I am looking for generally guys over the age of 18. Sorry ladies(I know I'm probably cutting out some great roleplayers.) If you want a lady friend for a group rp though. Let me know!

>I rp quite frequently so I would like to have a response between at least 3-5 days. I am on the site constantly and would like responses to be as fast as possible!

>This rp is 18+, so if you are into the kinky stuff...let me know. ;p I'm fairly open but there are some things I won't do.

>I like to swear. I say fuck, and shit and piss in my rp's, so if you don't feel comfortable with that..then I may not be a good rping buddy for you.

>LASTLY, I am also open to ANY IDEA that you guys might be interested in. Even if you just want to do a small group type thing with two other people. I love groups as well! Just let me know!

Anyway, hope to hear from you soon!
Bump! Lolz! Hey I'm interested. Unless you already are working on something with someone!
Jax leaned down as low as she could go as the claw came down but it was not necessary due to Morthos’ actions towards the large creature. She continued her incantations turning to see Morthos who was bleeding harshly, but otherwise in good spirits. Seeing him hurt lit, a fire to her determination, but she remained where she was, smirking slightly at his comment, but not responding as she continued her incantations. She focused on extending her magic throughout the network of caves searching for demonic energy that came from a being as strong as she suspected Morthos’ mom would be. Morthos moved past her as the beast went past her again. She tried to ignore his fight, concentrating. She felt nothing. Jax stood up in frustration a few seconds later grabbing her scythe as she rushed over to the place where Morthos was originally bleeding. It was a funny joke but, to be honest, his blood would be useful in setting up her demonic trap. She kept her attention on Morthos’ fight, listening to the demon give its name freely to Morthos. Jax’s eyes widened, in response. No demon gave a name freely unless it was of a celestial equivalent or it was summoned. The hardest part of any exorcism was forcing a name. Its name was the achilles heel. Given freely Jax could hurt it, once the preparations were set, but if it gave the name freely it means that even if she sent it back to hell, it could return. Someone would bring it back. She grits her teeth coating her arms and hands in some of the blood from Morthos as she called out to him, “HE WAS SUMMONED! MORTHOS! HE!

Suddenly a tendril shot out and she was slammed back into a wall hard. She fell to her knees trying to catch her breath, when another tendril came at her. She responded quickly this time, rolling to her left before she awkwardly moved to her feet rolling her scythe around to block the tendrils. She ran towards the lights emitted by Morthos’ flames, barely missing the bodies of fallen soldiers in the area. She slashed through the darkness, jumping up and over attacks before she was feet from where Morthos was standing. He looked like he had been to hell, well more so than usual. When one nasty tendril came at him Jax cut it down, before she was standing beside him, her eyes glowing an intense green. They kept fighting around each other, when Jax started talking, “Morthos...he….shit..WAS SUMMONED. Someone powerful...brought. him here. Your mother isn’t here...and I can’t feel Yam...but I don’t know if she’s...urghhhh…. dead or if she’s wounded. THAT’S IT!

She slammed her scythe down into a tendril, speaking in a harsh latin “URABRASK. By the light of god and the sins of your father, who brought you into this realm. NAME HIM!

Urabrask gave pause slinking down so his razor teeth were close enough for Jax to see her reflection in them, “A defiler of the brotherkin. A wicked soul, reckless enough to risk my power to gain treasures desired. He will destroy this kingdom, just like I will destroy you, Exorcist!

A tendril came up to twine around Jax’s neck pulling her up into the air and slamming her into a wall feet above the ground. She gasped, trying to breath as she tried to pull the tendril away from her throat. She turned her hand grabbing the wall for a few minutes before the tendril was gone. She assumed Morthos had done something but Yam stood with her wand raised as Jax fell to the granite floors. She took in a breath, her words gaspy as she stood up, “Thanks…

She took another few steps forward, trying to get more information so that Morthos or Yam would understand. She spoke again, her words again in latin,“URABRASK. YOUR NAME GIVES ME DOMINION OVER YOU, DEMON! TELL ME WHO IS THE DEFILER. REVEAL HIS TRUTH! DAMN YOUR LIES BY GABRIELS NAME!!!!!!!"

Urabrask slunk down anger now rolling out of it, “HE IS THE OWNER OF THE BROKEN BOOK, EXORCIST. CHARMER OF QUEENS. HE IS THE RELATION OF A LOVE. SLAVE TO MY FATHER AND HIS POWER. HE WILL DESTROY YOU AND WE WILL RAISE HELL TO THIS PLACE!!!!!!"

Jax blinked, dodging a tendril as she grabbed her scythe from the ground, turning to Yam, who shared a similar confused expression. She was about to speak again when suddenly a tendril came down at her from an upward angle. She held up her scythe blocking it’s path as she spoke again, “Charmer of queens, relation of a love….and a book….a broken book. Wait..I've seen that book. I have that book. Alexander Broccan's book of Demonology. MORTHOS...IT’S..

Yam finished the sentence, “IT’S LORD DAMAKOS! LORD, IT HAS TO BE YOUR UNCLE!!

Jax was forced to her knee, the sharp tentacle winding around her scythe, trying to pull it from her. She kept her eyes on the demon. “MORTHOS YOU HAVE TO FIND HIM! YAM YOU GO TO...I CAN HANDLE HIM, BUT IF YOU DON’T TAKE DOWN YOUR UNCLE, PART OF HIM WILL REMAIN HERE.

She yanked forward twisting to the left as she gained control of her scythe again. She let Yam go at him for awhile as she made her way over to Morthos grabbing his shoulder, “I mean it. You have to find him, or this doesn’t end. So go. I can handle him, but you have to do your part.

She stared into his eyes for a few minutes, knowing that there is one thing that would make him go, “If he brought him here, he also must have done something to your mom. You won’t find out what that is, if you don’t go! Now move it out of here! I can do this. Trust me!
Alrighty >.< thanks! No rush haha
Oh no, not at all. I just feel bad for leaving a bad impression and making you feel rushed! I keep forgetting its holiday time so ppl are busy. 🤗🎄🎄
Oh...sorry. I just get nervous that you're gonna ghost me! I am usually a pretty fast roleplayer (especially for rp's I like) so I apologize for making you feel rushed. >.<'
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