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Hello! I'm LadyRunic- also known as KarasuRaven, Ceridwolf, and probably more names I cannot remember.... *Ahem* Beside the point.

I love most types of Role Play, but by far my favorites are fantasy. Magic, medieval, dragons, elves, modern day or otherwise. I can do Sci-fi and others but fantasy is my best. I also like music (except rap and most pop songs), gaming, drawing, animals, and books- So many books. It's a running bet that I will become buried under a pile of said objects one day... I'm a tad busy, and when a Rp really catches my interest I'm inpatient for posts. It's like reading a good book and getting stuck on a cliff hanger.

I also have a yearly anime convention I go to and it's literally my x-mas. So you can generally expect posts regularly once a day if probably more, but that's the one weekend I'm not available in the slightest unless I manage to restore my narcoleptic laptop. Which, let's face it, isn't happening any time soon. While I may get my hands on a computer and post, it's possible, I most likely wont. It's the Con and all hail the con. Yeah... I'm too excited typing this up.

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I've RP'd for years, so I can honestly say I have some experience and I've developed the itching fingers again- if you know what I mean-! Oh, I hope you know what I mean...

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Richard Laine




Location Brotherhood Headquarters - New York, New York - Hallway
{"Hangover without the whiskey. Oh this is cruel."}





Twirling the knife in a deft hand, he stalked towards Wanda, not realising Wanda was no longer Wanda exactly. Giving his signature charming smile that would remind many of a crocodile with a charm, he tutted slightly. “My dear, you punched her in the face. Threw her into a beam. I believe she is indeed compromised.” The hired gun was a little annoyed however, he head was a little fuzzy. Like something else was there, but perhaps it was just his own powers kicking it up a notch? Pushing away that though, he cocked his head and paused midstep. His smile draining to a stern frown. His eyes narrowing slightly as he studied Wanda more closely. She looked like Wanda, even sounded like Magneto’s daughter. But why would she tell ‘Cassandra’ to get the serum? Did the sister turn with the brother after all? Doubtful, she had truly wanted to harm her brother’s girl. Though in another way had she not taken her twin’s lover out of the fight and to possible safety. Hell, it was something he would do if that was his intent. And why was he advancing on Wanda anyways? She was betraying the project wasn’t she… This plague…

Richard gave Wanda a dirty look and a raised brow. The scolding look of someone who wanted to be pissed but just couldn’t bring himself to be fully upset. ”Get that damned door open, Wanda.” His tone a stern lecture as he crossed closer to her with long strides more hurried than threatening, the knife sliding away into his business jacket. Leaning down til he could breath in her ear, the Adder growled deeply. ”You could have trusted me brat. I, too, have a sibling I care about.” Cuffing her lightly upside the head, he straightened. ”We’re talking later.” That voice was not brooking anything but acceptance to his order. Glancing back at the X-men, Richard hissed a breath. What a idiot this brat was! ”Stop forcing it and use the damned code. Kids these days.” He snapped sharply, kids… They never remembered anything but their own numbers. Longer strides that were full of purpose took him to the console as he entered the code to the doors.



Ayita Dyrkin & Damon Fawkes


Ayita paused mid-step to look back at Damon, her amber eyes holding only the sharp wildness. Holding fast to her wild nature the woman- age did not really apply to Ayita- bared her teeth in a snarl. ”Limp and lame. You are a weak link and distraction to the pack.” She growled, her head tucking to hide her vulnerable throat. Hesitating she glanced to the side before focusing her eyes the Host again. A bit more humanity in them but not overly much. Perhaps he could help? Even injured humans could help in different ways. The hunter who could not hunt, could still make traps. Giving a snarl, the shifter turned her amber eyes on Damon again. Waiting for a reply, pausing for precious seconds. Her form ready to bolt from the scene to the fight. Her voice quieted from it’s vicious tone. ”Go back to the van, Damon. I would not want to kill you like the others.”

Damon studied Ayita and shoot his head. ”I am not going to go back to the van.” He did not want to be tossed back to the van like some useless thing. He would fight until he was unable to. He wished to help complete the mission not be stuck in a van. He was there to complete a mission….By being in the mission not in some van twiddling his thumbs.

There was a feral half roar of frustration from Ayita. Stalking over to Damon, she grabbed his arms and wrapped them around her neck. She was only slightly smaller than he, but her strength was such she could lift him in part. ”Hold on to me. I’ll take you to the damn fight,but if you die. I’m going to kill you myself.” The threat was not idle as she growled into his ear. Her form blurring and bones cracking before a stout doe laid next to Damon. The nicked ear flattened as she snorted with dessent at his decision. There was more than one way to fight and survival was paramount! Humans were such, for lack of better terms- idiots! Stags, all men were antler bassing stags with little sense of aught else. Her tail flickered in annoyance as she hefted to her hooves.

Damon sighed. ”Fine but I can walk you know.” He was about to grumble more when he saw Ayita become a deer…. She never did that. That made him swallow all complaints. ”Alright let's go.” Determination in his voice.

The doe turned her head and nodded to him and moved with sure steps. If he held on he could limp along best he could, or be pulled along. Ayita was not about to stop or wait. This form was not comfortable and scraped against what she was doing and where she was heading. The deer was meant to flee away from Man, away from the fight. Not charge towards it, not with a Man beside her. Her nicked ear twinged with phantom pain. One did not charge Man lightly. But this was not lightly. And if the bastard did die, she would find a way to resurrect him again, to kill him herself. Her hoof stomped heavily at that thought, and her head turned to cast a baleful amber eye at Damon.

Doe Disapproval.

Reaching the elevator and assuming no one was there, Ayita pushed the down button with a button nose. Stamping her hoof once more as she glared at Damon again.
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@LovelyAnastasia @Belle @Fallenreaper @Forett

Updated the post. Also, I'm extending the time limit for posting to 14 days. I would rather you not take that long but I understand people have a life. Also, I need a slight slow down due to things that have come up.
Plot 2: Lord of the Rings

Elf/Elf possible
You, a Noldor elf who witnessed the First Kinslaying, is going on a round trip of Middle Earth via a merchant caravan before crossing the see to Valar. Accompanying you are several mercenaries for protection of the caravan, the caravan master, several other travelers and a mysterious boy who may not be what they seem. Essentially it's a Rp where you can go anywhere and do anything in middle Earth. Taking place between the Hobbit and the LoTR.
okay, I wasn't looking. But I now have a headache from Kingdom Come so I am looking.

Very good game in it's basics. Though I want to slap the main character.
@Belle Not alone in that Belle.
@Zahrale Still here
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@Belle Oh absolutely.
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