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1 yr ago
Current If I'm not online often don't question it
2 yrs ago
I'm going on vacation to Madeira so won't be online for a little
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2 yrs ago
Won't be online for a couple of days- Queen Elizabeth the second has passed away, and the entire country is in a state of mouring- hope you understand.
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2 yrs ago
Looking for a roleplay - DM me if you want to!
2 yrs ago
" And if the seven hells collapse, Although the day could be my last.. You will be okay. When I'm gone, you'll be okay. "
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Hey there, Junk here!
I've been roleplaying for a few years, but I'm pretty new to this site.
I have a wide range of interests, so if you have an idea/request to roleplay, DM me!
But I must say, I am not comfortable with very sexual roleplays. Sexual references are okay, just not actual descriptions of sexual situations.

Also if you like/have been to Alton Towers, DM me (I'm very obsessed)


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I'll get my char sheet up tomorrow! Sorry I haven't kept track of it-
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Lyren spared a glance. A single glance, and the wraith was gone, having been seemingly turned into a chair. They then returned to their game as though nothing had even happened.


Anya blinked, and the creature disappeared.
"How did.."
She whipped her head around the tavern, trying to work out what it was
"It just.. went poof?"

The shock was taken over by curiosity, but she knew it wasn't the time for questions.

"Whoever got rid of the wraith, thank you!"

She decided that she would go searching for them later, after all, only an enormously powerful being would be able to make a wraith vanish seemingly into thin air.

The girl continued along in the air, trying to help people where she could.
Anya stared at the chaos, trying to register what was happening.
She was about to do something when she noticed a wraith grabbing, or perhaps clawing at her bare foot.

Anya shrieked, attempting to fly off, but being held in place. She was trying to rush in every direction, grasping around in the air for help. Without thinking, she tried to bite the wraith, the girl wasn't sure if it could actually be bitten, but she tried anyway.
During this, she was constantly shrieking "Help!!" in the Hope's someone would help her out with the terrifying creature.
@Dark Light

"Alright, Alright relax!"

Anya almost dropped him when he squirmed around, and yelled, "Don't do that!"

"Do what you have to do, just don't get yourself hurt!"

And with that, the fae dropped him from the air.

Looking back around the Tavern, she noticed one of the wraiths very near her, and blasted some air in it's direction, hoping to have knocked it over at the very least.

"Where's that stupid fae magic when you need it?!"
Anya darted around, deciding the wraiths were bad news.

She noticed a young server, and from what she could see, he was just kneeling there. The amount of commotion in the tavern had made it difficult to hear quieter sounds, so she couldn't hear his chanting.
The girl rolled her eyes, and send a blast of wind from below him, lifting him up into the air.

"Can you at least try to escape?"

She grabbed his arms and held him in the air for a moment, blasting at a wraith, who was attempting to suck the soul from another patron.

"What exactly were you doing?"
@Dark Light
@LiegeLord
"Thank you! I'd love to go back to the faeworld."
She smiled up at Sir Vendril, munching on a pasty as she did.

Anya let out a little squeak when she saw the wraiths.

The girl launched into the air with fright, sending blasts of air in most directions.
She shivered as the temperature dropped, fluttering around, seemingly very frightened of the creatures.
Freezing air was still blowing around, and it took a moment or so before she realised it was mist.

"I'll be right back!", She told Vendril, and fluttered off to observe one of the wraiths, hovering in places as an attempt to warm herself.

Anya eyed one of the pasties as she spoke.

"It's fine! I would tell you my age, but I don't remember it. Although we might closer in age then I thought. I guess it doesn't really matter."

She took a moment to think about what to tell him, before answering.

"Hmm... well, I travel a lot, and I'm basically a street performer- one time performing on a stage, but that's only because some person wanted me to open their show or something. I do aerial acrobatics and flips and stuff while flying. What else.."

The girl took one of the pasties and quickly asked if Vendril minded, before stuffing it into her hungry little mouth.

"Oh, right," she continued, "I can make wind. It's cool, and it helps me get real high up in the sky. Not far enough into the stars though.."
The girl rambled about the stars for a minute or so, before she remembered she was supposed to be talking.

"I don't really have contact with my family anymore, and I haven't for around a decade. I don't know why, because I don't think anything bad happened. Maybe it was just that I left and they moved or something? I don't know- I might go and visit them soon.
@LiegeLord
@LiegeLord

"Oh you are Fae? Interesting. I know some magic can cause dramatic changes, don't you have the power to shrink yourself back down?"


"I guess I do, but I like looking more like a human. It's easier to get around, and people don't look at me weird."

Anya nodded when Vendril said it was delicate to talk about. She understood when people didn't want to speak about things.

Her murky eyes widened at the mention of a dragon/wyvern hybrid.
"Woah.. I've only every seen a wyvern once before, and I've met a few dragons.. but that's it."
Too many ears listening in was an understandable reason. If Anya had good hearing, who knows what others may have.

Listening to his question, she thought for a moment. Was it The Faeworld, or was it a forest? Memories like this are a little hazy.

"I think I'm from the Faeworld. I don't remember much, but I'm pretty sure it was the Faeworld."
She waited a moment before adding,
"I don't know of that many who are aware of The Faeworld. Or, many who were Fae-raised. Most of us were Born living there, but I do know a few who were raised- but from what I know, they tend to stay in Fae-populated forests."

The girl pondered what to ask for a moment.
"How old exactly are you? I've heard dragons have long lifespans, but I'm not sure about Wyverns. There's a possibility that I'm older then you, but I don't remember exactly how old you see."

A muddled look crossed the fae's face, as if she was trying to recall something.
Sounds awesome! If this becomes a roleplay, I'll definitely apply!
So I've been thinking- (it's near enough Halloween for me to watch Halloween movies right?) Beetlejuice is a pretty fun storyline, and I'd like to roleplay something of the same style.

I love Tim-Burton and his work, and I think the wacky, comedy-horror premise of it would be really fun. Of course, it would be set in modern day, not 1988. I mean- it COULD be 1988, so just let me know which one sounds more appealing to you! 2022, or 1988.

It would start with a new family/group of friends/whatever (I'll just call them family) moving into a beautiful house on a hill, that had been empty for years. It could be a large family, or a small family, depending on the amount of people showing interest in this. In said family, there will be a few people who are able to see the ghosts in the house. Oh- did I mention the ghosts? There are ghosts living in the house. They can be anyone, from the former owners, to some random people, but they MUST have a connection to the house. These ghosts (or at least most of them) want these people OUT. The family might have done something to the ghosts to upset them, or the ghosts just don't want them there, anything.

So naturally, these ghosts try to mess with the family. They call in some (or a) ghost(s) to scare this family out. These ghosts are more malicious spirits, and to summon them you must say their name three times. Antics ensue. Possession, screwing with the family, hiding belongings, ect ect.

And while this is happening, the family are trying to get rid of the malicious spirits, and possibly the ghosts all together.
Will the ghosts let the family stay? Or will they drive them out of their house?

You can roleplay as OC's, or canon characters. (Eg: Beetlejuice, The Maitlands, Miss Argentina, Juno, whatever)- just make sure if we go with the 2022 time-frame, that Lydia would be a lot older.

This roleplay I'm hoping will be rather slow-paced, and have more emotional scenes as well as the wacky ones.

Nobody is probably going to like this, but it popped into my head last night.
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