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
Most Recent Posts
*throws things at @Bozo* GET BACK BEHIND YOUR CURTAIN! YOU WANT TO WEAR THE CONE OF SHAME AGAIN?! BAD! BAD BOZO BAD!!! *continues to throws things*
You can quote yourself too, to grab headers.
I am the master of my own fleet.
I cast them out into international waters.
My fleet grows larger everyday.
I am the master of my own fleet.
I cast them out into international waters.
My fleet grows larger everyday.
Or he could have been hacked. Someone probably left their computer open or logged on somewhere. I've seen it happen before.
Lowkey wanna ship Wynona with Oberon cause total opposites.
huhuhuhu~ i know what you mean~ i ship my characters with a lot of people's characters all the time.
Mine so far are:
Poetry x Caleb
Poetry x Clyde
Poetry x Thomas
Poetry x Kas
Poetry x Jacob
Poetry x Ebony
Poetry x Blake
Poetry x Abbie
Oberon x Wynona
Oberon x Abbie
Oberon x Sadie
Oberon x Clyde
Oberon x Thomas
...and this is just for now huhuhuhuhu~ it is always growing~
Oh geez. I APOLOGIZE ON HIS BEHALF!!! PLEASE IGNORE THE MAN BEHIND THE SCREEN *shoves @Bozo back behind the curtain*
Poetry Bluebell Carolina Sundance
Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: The First Day Festival
Iɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs: Saying bye to Golden Ebony @mskennedy615, and talking to Blakey Boy @MechonRaptor, and Butterfly (Maeve) @TheIrishJJ
"Sure, sure!" the willowy girl waved to Ebony, "We'll catch ya' on the flip! Get somethin' to fill your tum! See ya 'round!"
Poetry wiggled her shoulders this way and that, as if trying hard to keep from dancing. She shook out her wild wavy blonde hair with a grin. So it did seem that this new fluttering butterfly was new to town. Awesome 'possum. New blood was always good for the town. She did a little spin and wiggled her head a bit to let that pale blonde hair fall over her shoulders. It was so pretty in the light, she just couldn't help herself.
The girl actually looked sort of like her, now that she was getting a good look. But then again Poetry's nose was a bit more upturned and the Butterfly's face was delicately slender. Not to mention the difference in both of their coloring. Must just be in her mind's eye. All humans were practically cousins anyway, just very faintly. Well, it was groovy anyway.
"I think so, thanks. Conan and Tadhg just abandoned me, can you believe that!?"
"No lyin'?!" she empathetically shook her head, irritated on Meave's behalf, "What cheese-weasels... That's totally bouge of them to blow you off like that! Too rude!" The groovy gal stood still finally with her hands on her slender hips. Her billowing off white blouse fluttered like wings and she shook her head, like an irritated angel disappointed in her mortal charge. "I'd get somethin' super yummy and then refuse to share~" she giggled deviously and threaded finger through her hair, delicate fingers playing with tendrils of silver-gold in the sunlight.
"Well, late greetings and welcome ta' town, Meave, My Mellow~" she grinned up at the red haired girl, humming a bit as she talked, "I'm Poetry Sundance~ Home schooled from the get go~ Riding this new wave to catch the high school cool flow~" She laughed, probably catching on that the other girl might get confused by her strange way of talking, like most she met did.
"Meaning, meaning~" she tapped her finger with her nose, "I'm new to schoolin' with others too. So you can hang with me anytime, Sunshine~" The girl winked and did a light and graceful spin, with a playful pose at the end. She laughed brightly and did the wave with her arms.
"Yo, munchin' sounds good to me!" Poetry beamed, "We could all share an elephant ear or somethin' good like that! Nothin' makes this girl happier than a full belly, don't cha' know~" She clapped her hands once and then held them up, as if to stop that thought.
"Rewrite!" she shouted, "Scratch that! You guys wanna' ride the wheel first?" She wiggled her eyebrows with a grin, jabbing her thumb at the ferris wheel.
Oberon Demetrius Grimbald
Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Stalls of food
Iɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs: Not at body
Oberon was lazily walking about, the sun bearing down on him. A figure in almost all black for this crowd wasn't as unique as it usually was in town. A lot of kids his age wore black, to be fashionable, to hide or to just appear intimidating. Black jeans, black sweats, flannel shirts to look edgy... It was kind of tiring to look at. Who bought high-end flannel? It was merely flannel. To pay more than twenty dollars for it was completely ludicrous.
Ambling about food stalls, he didn't see much of anything he wanted. Which was good for his pockets. Not so good for his health. Eating breakfast was important... Good thing public school had plans for 'kids without means' like him. Running his finger through his thick dark hair, he tilted his head to the side.
"Absurd," the single word slipped from his lips like a ribbon of darkness stolen from a night in the city. He didn't have nothing. He had close to nothing, but not just a flat out rate of 'nothing'. He tutored other kids, both his age and younger, and did odd jobs to eat well enough. And Oberon bought all his own books (Amazon, second hand stores, and thrift-searching), clothes (Goodwill, Salvation Army, and thrift bought) and could cough up enough money to go on school trips. His pride, though bruised and little, refused to be looked down upon.
They were selling some sort of meat on a stick. Teriyaki chicken. Good enough. He wasn't that hungry anyway. Paying the vendor, he bit into it and was assaulted with flavor. It was strange and savory yet sweet and it was so tasty he almost cried. Almost. Hungrily he feasted on it, eating rather out of view of others. It just tasted so good. Who knew such a good thing could exist!
<Snipped quote by MissCapnCrunch>
Ahah no, they're here to stay. Haemophilia is a congenital disease where your blood doesn't clot enough. With the correct treatment, you can live a long and healthy life.
@MissCapnCrunchWomen are carriers but it usually only shows up and effects men. The British royal family had a long history of it at one point.
@Dynamo Frokane I am sorry to hear that... We'll miss you Boss
Kaori Tatsumia
@Silver Fox@Evil Snowman feat. @Shin@Lunaeria@The Survivor@dabombjk
Kaori looked after the tall towering blonde to the pale as snow man who was speaking about how lackwitted it was to try and pick a fight with the amazon. "He'll understand in the morning, I am sure," she thad murmured, "But it isn't very bright, even for a drunk..." But as soon as it had started, it was over. And then another problem bumped into the amazon. Oh geez...
Another white-haired man, with lots of tough-looking scars, covered it all himself. Everyone moved outside. Kaori was curious, and truthfully not knowing what to do, followed after the tall blonde firefighter. But she stayed close to the door. There was no way she wanted to get caught up in all of that...
The white haired silver-tongued and Aston went to help ref the fight and that was the only reason she was going outside too. Her fingers fluttered nervously with one another and she chewed on the inside of her lip. This place was really rough...
Retreating into bar once more, she wanted to go home....
((sorry it's bad))
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