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9 yrs ago
Current It gets colder these days, but I love my sweaters
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9 yrs ago
One weak drink and my head is pounding... I've become a lightweight.... *wails*
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9 yrs ago
I don't want to get out of bed......pleaseeee...i want to wallow a bit
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9 yrs ago
Omoooo~ what to do? Anime or kdrama?
9 yrs ago
Why do i stay up so late at nighy...it's always a struggle getting up in the morning. ..
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Bio

Hi all! It's Ana back from the void. I had some pretty intense months IRL, but the witch is back and ready to brew up a wonderful little story haha~ Here are my terms for OnexOne, dearlings~ Look it over and let's see if our tastes can create a lovely RP feast for you and me!


Length:

Medium causal to low advanced. I am a bit carnivorous and need a good bit of meat in the posts I get from my partners. Don't let me go hungry, huhuhu~
Like wise, I shall try to feed you with, at the very least posts of two and a half paragraphs in length or more. It's all about give and take, right~?
Mature Topics:

I can do smut and cursing, but let's try to keep it classy? I have a little brother on this site and I'd be mortified for him to find anything that isn't at least trying to be creative in word choice. Plus there are so many ways to keep things interesting and detailed without being crass or vulgar.

And while we are on the topic, I also feel that my mature RPs should be done with 18 and older roleplayers. Same goes with characters: 18 and older, preferably in the 20s, or nothing more than love fluff. You get Angel Food cake, you hear? Only 18 and up get to have Devil's Food.

And Romance doesn't have to be sappy. It can be that they hate each other in the beginning, but have attraction. Maybe they stay enemies. Maybe they unite but still don't trust one another. And maybe she is a hellion and he is cool calm and collected. Or maybe they both have bad tempers. There are so many possibilities! Romance doesn't always mean sappy fluff, but can include dark and more twisted passion. Huhuhu~ That's why there is a 'mature 18+ rating' on the door. ;P
Historical Topics:

Many, if not all, of my RPs involve some sort of historical quality. While I am no history buff, I like things to be believable. Call me nit picky and strict, but I don't like my Vikings calling my Heroine "babe" or "chick". It's odd and jars me right out of the RP.
Have Courage, Dearlings:

I won't bite you. :P I know I may seem strict on what I want, but this is just so we can both get what we want out of RP. If it isn't working, let's not be afraid to say so. Nothing is more painful than trying to feign interest in something you just are not interested in. Let's agree to talk to each other. Compromise and communication can solve many things. I am always open to suggestions once we agree on something to start with. OOC chat threads were made just for these kinds of things. So let's be friendly, yea? :3
One Final Thing:

I am looking to play the female character. I am looking for MY female character to be paired with a male character. I only clarify this because there have been misunderstandings in the past and it got reeeeeal awkward.

And so there is no confusion, I feel I must state it plainly somewhere in my current request: I would like to be the main female character. Thank you very much~ ;3

Most Recent Posts

Name: Asha Nightenlowe
Mutant Name: Starry Eyed
Age: 20
Gender: female
Appearance:

Her mutation suppressed:


Powers:
~Star Solar Energy Manipulation: She is able to absorb solar radiation and convert it into a unique energy type which she can manipulate for various uses. Her powers are stronger related to her exposure to starlight. It is possible this is absorption of some sort of cosmic energy.

~Bio-luminescent: In her natural state, Asha's skin and hair are luminescent with a shimmering, rainbow-colored light of solar radiation. She is unable to control this vibrant appearance, and hides beneath black layers of clothing. With practice, Asha can be able to appear human.

~Light Energy Blasts: She can project the solar energy in a beam of variable intensity and diameter, from a wide concussive blast to a thin laser-like cutting beam, but this is currently uncontrolled and occurs often when she is under intense emotion.

~Force Fields: currently also uncontrolled and occurs under intense instinct to protect either herself or someone else. Unpredictable.

~Heat Manipulation: Asha can both withstand extremely high temperatures and emit warmth.

~Flight: Asha is able to propel herself into the air leaving a rainbow-like trail behind. The upper limits of her speed have yet to be determined. She is also able to carry others while flying. This is the only power she seems to be able to currently control. Unless she has a nightmare. Then she starts floating.

~Enhanced Strength: Asha also appears to be stronger than an average human.

Weakness:
Star Solar Energy Dependent: Excessive use of her powers drain her stored solar energy reserves. At night time, the depletion is negligible given that she is constantly replacing the used energy. During the day, it is possible for her to completely use up her stored energy and not have access to any special abilities until she is again exposed to starlight.

Personality: A rather skittish person, due to emotional and sometimes physical abuse from her family, it can be a bit hard for her to trust others. However she tends to be rather passive about most things, avoiding any situation she might lose control of. She only fights for what she thinks is good and right, never wanting to seek out conflict. Unfortunately though she does have an anger problem, from suppressing such feelings towards her family. Asha is a kind person though, she is just troubled with the burden of her mutation and how it alienated her from others.

History:
Asha came from a regular middle class family with three older sisters and two younger brothers. Her mother was a pastor and her father was a lawyer. She was a standard teenage. At first.

When she turned eighteen however, one night she started changing. The starlight seemed to absorb into her skin and hair. Asha started glowing like a rave light and as she started to panic she started to float up till her back was pressed against the ceiling.

Her mother came to see why she screaming, and when she looked up she saw a bright alien creature with her daughter’s face. Her father came to her room too, but his face held no awe. It held disgust. His daughter was a mutation. Abomination. A monster.

So he had he dress in heavy dark clothes, pulling her out of school and trying to keep her up in her room and away from light as possible. And the more he kept her from the star, the more sickly she got. She couldn’t turn off the lights under her skin, so it was starving her body of energy, getting fuel from anything it could to keep the lights going.

Asha flickered on and off for many months. The disgust from her father who kept her from the others as if she were diseased... And how he’d hiss at her and treat her like a mangy dog form the streets... It was more than she could bear.

When Asha thought of death, it would be replaced with stars. Sickly and miserable, her mother took her out of her room one day. She seemed nervous. Where was her father? He was always her handler. But her mother had her pack two suitcases of her favorite things and dragged her to the car.

Just being out in the night air gave Asha strength. Looking up at the stars, she felt healthy again. The stars’ light and energy flowed into her. Asha began to glow with the energy of a million of fairytale lights. She stared up at the sky the entire time her mother drove, entranced by the night sky.

“Oh my starry eyed daughter,” her mother’s voice broke the spell, “I’m so sorry... This place... Your own kind... They can help you.” Her mother looked like she was about to cry. Asha was so dazed with the rush of energy, she jut smiled at her mother. Little did she know that’d be the last time she saw her.

“Mama,” she whispered, “Mama, don’t cry...”

.....

After a year learning about how her powers worked and how to control them, Starry Eyed grew bitter about her past. People who had made her think she was a monster... People who others just for being different... Things like this were despicable crimes of hate that everyone just seemed to over look. But the mutant who thought that they were the next step in evolution? Maybe they were right, but maybe they were wrong. She wouldn't become the someone else's monster just because people hated her. If she gave into her anger, than she was just proving them right. There has to be a way to live together. There has to be a way to co-exist. But the hate needs to stop. Too many innocence were losing their lives.
Sorry sorry I was doing my reply on my pHone. Sometimes it doesn't listen to me.
Hermessent/Hermonia


Hermonia continued to wind the lock of dark hair around her finger when another girl got on board. She looked…familiar. Wait, she knew this one. Let’s see, it was something to do with flowers and showers and- May! Ha! All of her memorization was working to her advantage. Knowing which humans were which had been difficult at first, but it only took a bit of effort to fit them to their names. After all, knowing others and who held advantageous positions was how she had become so well famed with some of the other students. Ah, she really was pretty great, wasn’t she?

Smiling at the more petite girl, she rested her face in the palm of her hand as she sat back regally. The pink uniform suited the delicate looking girl. Sitting up straight, she offered her hand in a casual friendly greeting.

“Miss May isn’t it?” her voice was gentle and rather kind, but somehow her dark eyes always looked a bit cold, no matter what she said or did, “Pleased to meet you. I am Hermonia. I hope we will get along.”

But another girl entered the bus after she spoke. A girl with a rather regal air of her own and fire red hair to match. What a haughty looking girl, Hermessent’s thoughts sneered in delight, The one who is a little better with words than even I. How peevish! Were there indeed good things about humans? Yes, of course, but she wasn’t overly fond of females. Perhaps it was the internal desire to out shine them, or her natural likeness for destruction. Chaos. And females turned on one another so easily. It was like a ripe red fruit was being dangled before her. It was almost too painful to resist and continue her pleasant façade. Luckily there was someone to interrupt her demonic thoughts.

A man, plain enough, but wearing dark glasses and a suit, so he somehow still stood out. Peculiar. He scanned over every girl on the bus and Hermonia resisted the urge to glare. Instead she continued to smile pleasantly. Ah, so they would all be left to assigning themselves. What a wonderful situation, all too easily set up for a chaotic mess. Her smile seemed to become a little warmer.

“Odd, isn’t it?” she whispered to May, “Boys who don’t know how to use computers… I wonder if they are foreigners.” But once the man had finished his little speech, he exited the bus with ease. Curiously Hermonia peered after him, ignoring Uriko the Irritating. The man simply faded away. The once she-demon stilled and her smile fell away, leaving her a bit too pale and a bit too unnaturally pretty. Narrowing her eyes, she pressed her lips together. Curious-er, and curious-er…

Uriko didn’t seem to notice. Perhaps she shouldn’t remark on it then… But instead she placed an innocently surprised look on her face, pressing her hand to her cheek. Looking over at May with wide eyes, she spoke softly.

“How odd!” she murmured, “One minute he’s there and the next he isn’t? Almost like he disappeared.” She giggled demurely then. “What a fast walk. It must be useful.”

@NarcissisticPotato

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Drienuhn/Darien


Drienuhn dozed quietly in his chair, lounging with one leg over the armrest, the other on the ground. His long hair fell into his face, his dark eyes opening slightly as he heard more of his bothers enter the common area. Skeixura was the one who spoke of spies hiding in their rooms, but Drienuhn was too comfortable in his spot to actually get up and go see what he was talking about. If there was a spy, they would get quiet bored in his room watching him. Then they would leave. Or fall asleep. Because Drienuhn hardly ever did anything all that interesting; others did the interesting things for him.

Like his brothers for instance. Always shouting about one thing or the other, they were far more interesting to watch than he. Taelor, for example, was quiet amusing. He controlled the tale-teller with some sort of small bar and somehow managed to anger it. It was merely a head with a giant eye, yet somehow he had gone and made the thing angry. Leaning over, his long arm helped his hand pick up the controlling bar with little disruption to his comfortable sitting.

Turing the bar over in his hands, he examined it. More odd symbols dancing on the little square scales…Symbols were everywhere in this realm. How tedious. Pointing the controlling bar at the tale-teller, he played with the odd scales. One of the long was controlled volume, making it louder or softer depending on which end of the scale he pressed. The other long rectangular scale changed the story. Convenient. He could get used to this. The red scale made the tale-teller sleep and wake up as well. So as his brothers chattered away, he switched through story after story, till something interesting appeared. It looked different from all the other stories.

”Angels are the beings who protect us from the outside threats to our moral upstanding. But in the end it is you, you very soul, that determines wether or not you are successful in defending yourself from demons.

That peaked his interest. He ever sat up right in his chair, leaning forward and watching attentively at the tale-teller’s story.

Demons called Desire (the audience jeered) And Greed (another jeer) And Laziness! (one more loud jeer) Our children do not know how to defend themselves against these demons! We must be the ones to show them! When they refuse to do their homework…. And on and on and on it went. But Drienuhn mulled over what the man in the white suit had said. Humans knew of Angels? But who were these Demons they spoke of? He knew of no respectable demon by such a ridiculous name as ‘Desire’ or ‘Greed’. They were sins, yes, but who was stupid enough to call themselves by one of the Sins? Stranger… It sort of…irritated him, this man and his odd speech. Glowering at the tale-teller he changed the story.


@RavenTLark Welcome. Your character is approved. However you might want to write in third person it's easier for everyone


Yeah, I got pretty confused haha~ Since there are so many people, playing in third person helps, just in case we forget names and powers of those characters.

@RavenTLark
Tomohina


Tomohina opened her eyes and their endless dark depths almost seemed to focus on the person who spoke close enough for her to catch a glimpse of him. The sound waves that one question emitted allowed her to 'see' the boy and his hesitation. But after the glimpse the rushing roar of everyone's voices pulled everything back into chaos, making her wince. With a small smile, she turned her face up to the boy.

"Oh, I... I'm fine," she sighed, "I was just going to wait for everything to start. The counselors are probably going to give instructions, but... I don't do very well in crowds." Thinking back on her earlier interaction with Ivy she quickly added, "Thank you very much for offering. It's very kind of you."

@Blackmist16
Hermessent/Hermonia


As pain as it was to admit her faults, Hermessent detested public transportation. It was loud and often sticky, and she always felt as though someone was watching her. Usually attention was all but welcome, but this kind of attention was different. It was oppressive. Stifling. The same kind that forced her to follow laws to the letter and never misbehave. Such order... It was repulsive.

Speaking of watching eyes, she had spotted the loud mouth on the boat ride over earlier. What was her name? Umiko? Uritama? Ursula? Something like that, but more annoying... Ah, right! Uriko the irritating. Planting a smile on her pretty face, her cold and hollow eyes held nothing but distant distaste for the other girl. And it appeared as though she'd be seeing more of her too, since they were on the same bus to the same tutoring gig as well. Wonderful.

The irritating one seemed to fancy a bit of a mindless conversation with the ever quiet Bessie. It was almost too generous of the bookish little mundane. For surely the skittish thing was too intelligent for such idle gossip. Sitting all by herself, the once she-demon chose to try an ignore the girls' conversation. Looking out the window, Harmonia wound a lock of her long dark hair around her finger. If humans spent less time chattering they might actually be useful in achieving their own goals. Gossiping was all well and good, but actions were what defined the world's future.

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Drienuhn/Darien


Drienuhn watched his brother closely. It wasn't as if he trusted any of his brothers. He wasn't that dimwitted. But all he had asked of his brother was to tell him about the dizzying symbols on the tag. For surely there was some hidden meaning to the strange thing. And so when his brother told him their meaning, it was all confirmed. A human name for a human life.

"Darien," he murmured in his soft wind of a voice, "It is similar to 'Drienuhn', but you are right, brother. It sounds lacking and empty."

Human names... They were short enough, so they should be easier to remember and yet there was a strange magic to them. So many humans were named exactly the same thing, only differing in the second or third name they carried. A confusing hassle. Drienuhn was glad to only have the single one though. He'd never be able to remember anything more than one.

Reclaiming the tag, he sat in one of the oddly plush chairs provided near the severed oculus of a tale-teller. With a small sighed he leaned back and closed his eyes. Just for a moment...just one....moment...
@Kiri
Tomohina


The high volume of bell went off. Listening closely, the muffled sound waves of voices escalated. Everyone was gathering in one place, the chaotic sound wave shimmering and bouncing off of one another, crashing and colliding into any and everything, make the spot difficult if impossible to be seen. She could only 'see' when it was calm, like gazing into a lake during a calm dawn rather than at midday with heavy wind.

Rising, the blind girl realized her joints had stiffened and her feet had fallen asleep. How long had she been sitting there? Surely all of her things had been tossed into the corner somewhere, or on an unused bed in some drafty corner. Ah well. It was her own fault anyway. Leaning against a tree she had been sitting by, Tomohina waited until her feet were free from their pins and needles.

Using her white cane, she reluctantly headed towards the area of chaotic sound waves. Of course once the closer she got the more truly blind she became. That meant she got slower and had to rely on her cane as well as her mundane senses. And so when she came to the gathering place, she kept to herself, on the outskirts near the tree covering.

Leaning against the trunk of the closest tree, she closed her eyes. Perhaps...if she focused like she had in the woods, she'd be able to 'see' more clearly...
@Milowan then I shall wait too.
Haha yes Harmonia is a bit of a willful and fiery girl.
@MistressCyanide Well, I'm still in if you want to do it to it
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