LovelyAnastasia
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STATUS: It gets colder these days, but I love my sweaters 9 yrs ago
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- Old Guild Username: LovelyAnastasia
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It gets colder these days, but I love my sweaters
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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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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
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@ThaneI could read it fine
Just... yes
I think I'm going to like it here XD XD
'Boy, don't make me smack you with that eggo waffle.'
Just... yes
This was likely his habit of yelling 'meep meep, motherfucker' when ever he rode it around town.
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“What a wonderful way to start the year.”
I think I'm going to like it here XD XD
Poetry Bluebell Carolina Sundance
Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Bleachers
Iɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs: No one in particular
A pale star among a rainbow of nervous rippling freshmen, a willowy small figure danced over the air towards the bleachers like a lazy sauntering butterfly. She was late, but she didn't look worried at all, gliding over to the freshman section of bleachers as the principal was speaking. Her wild curling hair was so blonde it was almost white, her eyes so blue they were almost as translucent as her skin. Everything about her was pale and ghostly.
Everything but her smile. She wore a sweet and dreamy grin, drifting through the kids her age, yet not really seeing any of them. Alone and content. Like a single cloud over an ocean sky. Her jeans were bellbottoms, old and faded, with colorful hand-done embroidery of a collection of flowers and cursive words, like 'peace' and 'love'. Her shirt was thin, billowing about her, like her veil of silver blonde hair. It was an off white color, with thick lace about the neck as the only decoration. With no bag, she was unbound to material things for today, merely enjoying the sunlight as she sat down on the warmed steel bleachers.
The slip of a girl looked as though she were something from an old photograph, but the scent that danced around her was earthy and floral enough to be proof of her very real existence. When the speech was over, she practically floated right back up to her feet. Drifting through the crowd, as if she could pass right through people with no trouble at all, the tiny colorless creature stopped with a smile right in front of someone familiar.
'Kas'. Or perhaps it was 'Sonny'? Either way he was somewhat familiar to her. Once or twice she had seen him at the Sundance Castle (what she called the very large eclectic jumble of a house she lived in), but they hadn't talked much before. And she wasn't too naive as to not know why he'd been on their front porch. She'd talk to him, but he seemed like he might be busy talking to the brawny guy and spirited girl by him. Ah well. Another time.
"Sunny and bright I find you~" her honeyed-wine voice was melodic and mellow with amusement, laced with the lightest bubbling giggle as she sang quietly to herself, "Can you tell me your name~?" She slipped around a senior, flashing him a smile, before spinning on her heel and folding her hands behind her back, "Give me a daisy~ I'll give you a kiss~"
Oberon Demetrius Grimbald
Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Bleachers
Iɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs: Not a one...
Long legs in black slacks and a black suit jacket over a white shirt, a silver chain loose around his neck. Hair that was cut short around the neck, but hung low in deep soul-staring eyes. Ears with small gauges and a lip ring. The rather tall and mature looking boy was standing as close to the exit by the bleachers as possible. And even when the principal began to speak, he did not sit. He just stood and stared out at the colorful rides and ripoff games. He was an inky smear on a colorful and vibrant day.
Could you believe that he was wearing his most tame, plain and contemporary outfit today? The only adornment his clothes had today were that his suit jacket had a silver thread dressed pocket, and that the inside was mended patches of black silk. Tomorrow he'd wear what he truly enjoyed wearing. But today was the first day. And, well, first impressions mattered in a society of visual creatures. And even if he knew he wouldn't talk to many kids his age, he wanted them to at least get the most diluted impression of him possible.
Running his finger through his damp hair, he leaned back and sighed, his other hand in his pocket. A yellowing bruise was healing on his jaw. A slight cut was starting to scar by his hairline. But other than that he looked like any rebellious kid starting high school... just a bit more put together than most. Maybe a bit taller too.
When the speech ended and kids started to meander down to the games and rides, he finally went to sit on the bleachers. While his gait had been graceful, he took his time sitting down, wincing every now and then. And this had been a good morning at his house. This morning he hadn't eaten, something he was used to doing, leaving far before his father woke up from a drunken stupor. Oberon suspected he'd try to do that a lot again this school year.
Finally situated on the hard bleachers, in the corner where it was shaded, the dark boy let out a long sigh of relief. His elbows on his knees, he finally relaxed. Those deep eyes looked up through his hair and began the entertainment he was used to by now: people watching. There was much to learn about each new person. He didn't want to miss anything. The school might not be large, but it was important to him to observe his new classmates. Figure out just how they all worked. Like trying to figure out each and every clock in a clockwork shop. Difficult and time consuming, but interesting for the one taking the time.
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WHAT THE SHIT I CANT CHOOSE OPTION A OR B YOU LIER
Why choose between the two when you can have both?
@Verdaux@BeastofDestiny *wiggles like a fish caught in a net, gasping for air on the bottom of the glomp pile*
I'll have you know that i am no cray fish. I am a completely and utterly average tuna.
wow. u all is so cray cray
I'll have you know that i am no cray fish. I am a completely and utterly average tuna.
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Photoshopping existing picts is a thing. :D
*flops and rolls on the ground* I am the laaaazzzyyyy
Why is it that you have everything planned out for how you want your character to be but can NEVER find a pic that reflects their personality?
I try to do it the other way around because of this problem. Pic first, they build character >.<
@MyCatGinger And now that he is of proper legal age I can throw Kaori at him
[crud ignore this]
I've got some relations up in the characters thread, and if anyone else wants relations, just lemme know~ the more the merrier~
@Thane It's all based around student interest and you have to have like five to seven students in on for it to be a club. They are overseen by teachers and sometimes students' parents. So there are a looooot
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