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LovelyAnastasia
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STATUS: It gets colder these days, but I love my sweaters 9 yrs ago
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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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I don't want to get out of bed......pleaseeee...i want to wallow a bit
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Omoooo~ what to do? Anime or kdrama?
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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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Bodil Bera
Bodil felt him before she saw him. An intense and intimidating aura like smoke tendrils wrapping around her with all the desire in the world to choke out her flickering mortal flame. She swallowed harshly, willing her lung to move no matter what. Drowning in fear is not something the brave did. And she would be brave. Her eyes could not tear themselves away from the wraith of a male who pressed down on her as if she were something under his heel to be crushed. He unsheathed his blade and she dared not look away nor blink nor even move. Gold pins from the gaze the burned to kill would have kept her there anyway.
He spoke words in a lithing language she did not understand, but she could guess from that posture and the gleam of his blade. It seemed that her very realistic revolt to being kidnapped, spirited away and then forced into a meat market wasn't very polite. The dark-haired woman's round eyes narrowed a bit. Screw politeness! They had no right to do this! She had only just escaped one form of enslavement, she didn't need another to take its place! The cold bite of the barest tip of the blade against her skin made her shudder, but her glare did not soften. Her breathing hitched, whether from fear or anger she did not know. Even if she was shaking in her boots, she would not cower!
With a flicker of surprised curiosity as the wraith spoke to her, Bodil blinked but did not back down. And then a glimmer of the monster she knew he was surfaced. It ripped through her like a warrior on the rampage, and while it left her waxen and passed through her with a shiver, she refused to let it show on her face. Her heart could burst from fear, but she would not falter in front of his eyes. Bodil glowered at the wolf, but could not hide her shock when his blade struck her chains and freed her. The sudden release made her stumble a bit, every inch of her mortal self like a child dwarfed under the looming warrior. She rubbed her wrists.
It was the lordly King's turn to try and press her to the ground. His words were like the whispering chill of the wind, whereas his hound's had been the shuddering growl of a beast. And where his beastly warrior held wild and ravaging handsomeness captive, the monarch held the chilling beauty of something completely foreign and silently destructive. His form at one moment was far away and at the next, he was standing before her. Bodil flinched but she had no chance to get away when the cold slender fingers of his bare hand wrapped around her neck. He said she was not a slave, but without choice or will to live free, wild animals had more rights to themselves than she or the others.
Lifted up, Bodil's face was inches from the hissing king and all his piercing and painful beauty. Her hands grasped the beautiful but strangling hand that held her up in the air, lips parting to struggle for air. This king bit into more with the closeness of his words and visage than any biting animal could. In his talons, as he snapped at her, and yet he said he was no falcon! Run? He didn't have to tell her twice. But he would be sorely mistaken if he thought she would return to him! "I..." she gasped, "do not...belong...to you!"
There lay the core of it. She would not be owned. And when he dropped her, she hit the floor painfully and with a short-lived cry. Lean arms and strong but slender legs scrambled up to set Bodil on her own two feet. Her dark hair ruffled from her tumble and her petite body held as straight and proud as any warrior. With one last glare at the man-handling fae, she lept off center stage with every grace of a dancer and with the speed of a newly released sparrow. And she ran.
Bodil might not be brave in the eyes of the Fae, but she was strong and bold enough to defy them. She did not bend to her fear, but struggled, grappled and rose above it. Others could scorn her battle all they liked, but in the end, they were still bound to the market and she was given a taste of freedom. And even just a taste was enough, for it was more than none at all. Breakneck speed her feet carried her, straight through the door of the decaying palace of horrors that belonged to the Collector. She flew with every strong elegance of a leaping doe and sailed past the iron suits. With arms, legs and blood pumping, she finally smiled.
And that smile was like the breaking sun on the most ominous, dark and cloudy day.
He spoke words in a lithing language she did not understand, but she could guess from that posture and the gleam of his blade. It seemed that her very realistic revolt to being kidnapped, spirited away and then forced into a meat market wasn't very polite. The dark-haired woman's round eyes narrowed a bit. Screw politeness! They had no right to do this! She had only just escaped one form of enslavement, she didn't need another to take its place! The cold bite of the barest tip of the blade against her skin made her shudder, but her glare did not soften. Her breathing hitched, whether from fear or anger she did not know. Even if she was shaking in her boots, she would not cower!
With a flicker of surprised curiosity as the wraith spoke to her, Bodil blinked but did not back down. And then a glimmer of the monster she knew he was surfaced. It ripped through her like a warrior on the rampage, and while it left her waxen and passed through her with a shiver, she refused to let it show on her face. Her heart could burst from fear, but she would not falter in front of his eyes. Bodil glowered at the wolf, but could not hide her shock when his blade struck her chains and freed her. The sudden release made her stumble a bit, every inch of her mortal self like a child dwarfed under the looming warrior. She rubbed her wrists.
It was the lordly King's turn to try and press her to the ground. His words were like the whispering chill of the wind, whereas his hound's had been the shuddering growl of a beast. And where his beastly warrior held wild and ravaging handsomeness captive, the monarch held the chilling beauty of something completely foreign and silently destructive. His form at one moment was far away and at the next, he was standing before her. Bodil flinched but she had no chance to get away when the cold slender fingers of his bare hand wrapped around her neck. He said she was not a slave, but without choice or will to live free, wild animals had more rights to themselves than she or the others.
Lifted up, Bodil's face was inches from the hissing king and all his piercing and painful beauty. Her hands grasped the beautiful but strangling hand that held her up in the air, lips parting to struggle for air. This king bit into more with the closeness of his words and visage than any biting animal could. In his talons, as he snapped at her, and yet he said he was no falcon! Run? He didn't have to tell her twice. But he would be sorely mistaken if he thought she would return to him! "I..." she gasped, "do not...belong...to you!"
There lay the core of it. She would not be owned. And when he dropped her, she hit the floor painfully and with a short-lived cry. Lean arms and strong but slender legs scrambled up to set Bodil on her own two feet. Her dark hair ruffled from her tumble and her petite body held as straight and proud as any warrior. With one last glare at the man-handling fae, she lept off center stage with every grace of a dancer and with the speed of a newly released sparrow. And she ran.
Bodil might not be brave in the eyes of the Fae, but she was strong and bold enough to defy them. She did not bend to her fear, but struggled, grappled and rose above it. Others could scorn her battle all they liked, but in the end, they were still bound to the market and she was given a taste of freedom. And even just a taste was enough, for it was more than none at all. Breakneck speed her feet carried her, straight through the door of the decaying palace of horrors that belonged to the Collector. She flew with every strong elegance of a leaping doe and sailed past the iron suits. With arms, legs and blood pumping, she finally smiled.
And that smile was like the breaking sun on the most ominous, dark and cloudy day.
Solglia stiffened. Hugging...was not exactly something she was used to. But somehow it felt a bit...nice. She wasn't prudish by any means, considering she was a dwarf, however she did realize with a bit of surprise how warm the other person was.
Or perhaps she was just cold? They were in a windowless room and she was soaked to the bone... With a snort, she decided it was time to end that. There was an extra set of clothes in her pack and she was not staying soggy for the rest of- The night? The day? Exactly what time of the day was it?
Shaking her head, she decided that did not matter. Not at the moment. The feline relieved her of her shackles and the she-dwarf nodded in a blunt and appreciative way. Then she looked surprised as that same feline female scrambled through a gap in the rubble.
An half-elven and an elven figure that Solglia hadn't noticed (whether by choice or accident it was uncertain) shuffled in after. Then the magic-flinging lecturer's squiggly pet. The she-dwarf frowned. They better not touch her stuff. It may look like odd junk to them, but it was all she truly owned.
"Enough," she huffed, "This One goes into retrieve her things." Wringing out her massive amounts of hair one last time, she climbed up the rubble and through the gap too. Once on the other side, she scanned the room with her eyes and a smile lit up her face when she spotted her things.
It was only females in the room, so she had no need to worry. Without so much as a warning, she stripped off her soaked clothes, grumbling about sea prunes and picking jars. Naked as the day she was born, she reached into her pack and retrieved her dry clothes and set about re-dressing herself.
"This is much better," she nodded, a bit more cheerful in dry clothes, reaching down to don her armor, "This One feels more dwarven in her dry things and armored dressings. Much, much better." The war cleric female turned to face the others finishing her redressing of weapons. Grabbing her pack as well as the gnomes, she actually smiled at the others.
"Let us be away from this moldy cavern with haste," her accent made her jovial words a bit warm now, instead of prodding and harsh, "The AllFather guides us through this drenched rock, so let us take our leave before floundering flippers find us."
Or perhaps she was just cold? They were in a windowless room and she was soaked to the bone... With a snort, she decided it was time to end that. There was an extra set of clothes in her pack and she was not staying soggy for the rest of- The night? The day? Exactly what time of the day was it?
Shaking her head, she decided that did not matter. Not at the moment. The feline relieved her of her shackles and the she-dwarf nodded in a blunt and appreciative way. Then she looked surprised as that same feline female scrambled through a gap in the rubble.
An half-elven and an elven figure that Solglia hadn't noticed (whether by choice or accident it was uncertain) shuffled in after. Then the magic-flinging lecturer's squiggly pet. The she-dwarf frowned. They better not touch her stuff. It may look like odd junk to them, but it was all she truly owned.
"Enough," she huffed, "This One goes into retrieve her things." Wringing out her massive amounts of hair one last time, she climbed up the rubble and through the gap too. Once on the other side, she scanned the room with her eyes and a smile lit up her face when she spotted her things.
It was only females in the room, so she had no need to worry. Without so much as a warning, she stripped off her soaked clothes, grumbling about sea prunes and picking jars. Naked as the day she was born, she reached into her pack and retrieved her dry clothes and set about re-dressing herself.
"This is much better," she nodded, a bit more cheerful in dry clothes, reaching down to don her armor, "This One feels more dwarven in her dry things and armored dressings. Much, much better." The war cleric female turned to face the others finishing her redressing of weapons. Grabbing her pack as well as the gnomes, she actually smiled at the others.
"Let us be away from this moldy cavern with haste," her accent made her jovial words a bit warm now, instead of prodding and harsh, "The AllFather guides us through this drenched rock, so let us take our leave before floundering flippers find us."
@Belle *tackles with all the huggles* Sad songs are pretty, but don't forget the happy ones too! *huggles and gives warm blanket to burrito Belle in* There. Ze piece de resistance~ La Belle de Burrito!
@FallenTrinity Never fear! The troupe of smokin fall men grew when he joined their ranks!
@LadyRunic Rest? My dear lovely, never! We must have more of your wonderful plot, characters and world! More more!
No but don't worry, I am sure we all will gladly await you~
@FallenTrinity Never fear! The troupe of smokin fall men grew when he joined their ranks!
@LadyRunic Rest? My dear lovely, never! We must have more of your wonderful plot, characters and world! More more!
No but don't worry, I am sure we all will gladly await you~
@BlackPanther oh i am certain xD bit it shall be interesting and let Bodil in on the reality of her circumstances
@Landaus Five-One it would be exceedingly boring for the only reckless and angry one to die so soon. As far as challenges go, I'm sure Bodil will present quite a bit of fun to the more dark side of the captors
@Landaus Five-One it would be exceedingly boring for the only reckless and angry one to die so soon. As far as challenges go, I'm sure Bodil will present quite a bit of fun to the more dark side of the captors
Naughty Hound, petitioning against the queenly king / kingly queen~
I predict the royal will not take kindly to such challenge *giggles*
Meanwhile, Bodil will enjoy her brief freedom till scooped up and shown the reality of her situation.
I predict the royal will not take kindly to such challenge *giggles*
Meanwhile, Bodil will enjoy her brief freedom till scooped up and shown the reality of her situation.
@LadyRunic Fall of course. Gotta have fun with the torment and tormenting the tormentors XP
Edit: very dangerous, giving us a choice XD
Edit: very dangerous, giving us a choice XD
@FallenTrinity ah i see now. A taste of freedom before snatching it away. Very clever...and cruel hahahaha~
Wut so no well mannered Yusu-kun?
Or even the pesky fox?
Or even the pesky fox?
@LadyRunic@LovelyAnastasia@Belle
If you all wpuldnt mind I have a plan for our little bera. If you don't mind of course
If it involves a muzzle I am going to be in stitches
Edit: Also the more handsome/beautiful the fae, the more Bodil is convinced they are ugly creatures hiding behind magic.
Bodil: I MEan COME ON! NO ONE LOOKS LIKE ThAT!!!
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