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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

Iria is by your side *salutes* XD
Dawnfire was blinded for merely a moment and the next War was gone. She roared in frustration, slamming a fist into the nearest wall, it splintering away, leaving a giant gaping hole as if cut by lasers. Letting out huffs of anger and irritation, she turned her attention to the elder and Viran. The sight calmed her. Kneeling by the elder, she put his head on her lap.

"Elder," she said softly, "You need only wait a little longer. We have healers who can fix you up right away." Her eyes went to Viran, laying where she had placed him, on what looked like it had once been a couch. With a sigh, she looked back down at the Elder, putting a golden burnt hand on his head. Wincing at the action, she forced a smile on her feline-like face. Come here quickly, Friends, she wished in her thoughts, even though she had a deep sinking feeling that such a thing might not be possible.

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Iria was out of breath following the warrior type of Demi that had shot out of camp like he was on fire. "Whew, I got do more running," she gasped out, her voice croaking from all the heavy breathing that had scratched it. She finally was able to get inside of the place the Daughter of Artemis had been taken. Sneaking the best she could she came up behind the other girl, putting an arm around her to support her. She looked a bit roughed up by Iria's account and there was a brief thought that the kidnaping might not of been so honorably done. But then again it had been a kidnaping. Iria's smiled apologetically and handed the other girl her bow and arrow.

"If we're quiet enough we can get out unnoticed," she whispered, glancing back at the Demi boy who was keeping the monsters busy, "Better hurry while we can."
Well, she grown in strength since the last time we saw her. Intense Tamaranian training will do that to young warriors.

And she always plays nice with her lovely birdling~



Elle jumped when Phillip leapt up from the table suddenly. With all the grace and beautiful anger of an ethereal king, he strode from the house. She scrambled to follow him, confused by his sudden and unexplainable action. She stopped when he put up a hand, standing on her porch and Phillip strode out of the gate.

"Ugly Duckling, you irritating lump of feathers," his glare was dark and cold, he body coiled with untold energy of pure fury. He hated the Uglying Duckling. No, he despised him. Putting out a hand he sent a frozen blast of ice straight at the Duck. One blast after another, he sent icy beams like missiles right for the duck.
I like that about her too. ^.^ She one of a kind characters for me. Well beside that Freya girl from that one Asylum RP, but she was classified institutionalized crazy with multiple personalities and a thirst for blood unparalleled.

*sighes*

I miss her....
"Because your arm is the same size as mine," she sneer with a laugh. Her green eyes glanced back at the gasping man. With a nod she flicked War off of her like a annoying bug. His last sacrifice would no be in vain.

"If they take me in, it matters not," she growled, "All that matters is you head on a spit." She push star bolt energy from her eyes, meeting his attempt to hit her in the head. That move would not work again. She lifted her burned hands, still glowing bright and focused on her own personal energy within his body. Tamaranian body energy was something that always obeyed its owner. It had been his one mistake. Had he merely taken her borrowed energy from the stars it would of been another matter. But her cell energy was within him. Her fingers twitched, spreading open farther and farther, expanding the reach of her energy in his body like roots in the ground.

"Time for the illness to spread," she whispered, eyes locked with War, "Burst."

Small pockets of her energy through his body started to erupt uncontrollably. Like how Darwin had surcomed to over adaptation to friendly fire, War's body would try to keep up with the multitude of tiny cells of radiation explosion in his body. Like mini nuclear explosions within him, maybe she wouldn't kill him, but she'd cause enough pain to make hundreds on thousands of normal people die from exposure to such an attack. And all of that pain was bundled and curled within him. It was a vicious and barbaric attack, something that had been outlawed on Tamaran since the ending of the Warring Times. It was an attack originating from the very first powered up Tamaran, their Goddess, who had been driven mad and thrown into an eternal prison of their great sun.

And while his body was focused on adapting, she hit him with all she had physically. Even if she were to beat him to a pulp for a hundred years, she would not relent. Not this time. She had a dying wish to honor. With a growl she charged at War, her burning hands fueling her anger. Her claws drew across his body over and over again, her feline teeth tearing and ripping at any flesh she could find. The massive force of Tamaran strength was drawn into all of her knee jabs, all of her head butts and all of her kicks. He would die by her hands, so say the Universe and an elder's dying wish. Either he or she or both would die. Either he or she or both would die. Either he or she or both would DIE.
Then I hope he can adapt into a radioactive tower with a combustion control tank.

Or adapt to a chew toy *grins like feral animal*
Yes! Awesome!
I'd like to see you try XP Tamaranian energy is a lot different from magical energy or even mana. It explodes without regulation from its main source, since it an accumulation of person, star and outside energies it's very unstable. It's why Star Bolts explode.
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