Mistress Dizzy

Fablemaiden: a Magical Girl RP

I'm almost done, actually. So you're not going to play in your own RP? Edit: Putting this here too. Name: Kassandra Gender: Female Fablemaiden Name: Piper Normal Appearance: Personality: Kassy is soft spoken and sweet. She rarely has a bad word to say about anyone, and is usually the first person people go to for advice. However, she doesn't seem to let others know that she's ever in any distress. Occupation: Student, is also secretly a jazz singer by the name of Mirage Fablemaiden Appearance: Her white hair grows long and curly, her eyes go from topaz to blue. Fablemaiden Artifact: Wooden flute Fablemaiden Costume: Fablemaiden Weapon: Vocal blast Attack: Pain scream- basically yells so loud that the enemies are hurt. Can also shatter glass. Boisterous Ballad- gives her allies courage, heightens attack Distracting Dischord- Makes the enemies confused and pulls their attention, leaving them open for more brutal attacks Other: Mirage is known among night clubs and bars around the city. She's husky, sexy, and classy, with the rich alto voice from an era when jazz ruled. She has long hair and a beautiful, slinky gown. She only accepts payment in cash. No one knows who the woman is, only that she shows up on weekends. Her shows are so good that she's almost always allowed a spot on stage.

Perfect Crime .Inc

I've got 2 in my head. Is there an age limit for characters? I kinda want one of mine to be a protege of an older, semi-retired thief. They'd be... maybe 15 - 16? Skills would be a lot of pickpocketing, acting, and being a math/engineering prodigy (who is also dyslexic). I had another character, but it seems that there are a lot of cute ladies running around... Kijani dislikes competition. Perhaps I could also play the little protege's grandmother, who is a charming, 50+ woman. Retired thief out of Europe, now has a legitimate art dealership that is hiding a much more shady fence operation. *thinks more* I also had a dude, but he's the hacker type and that's been filled. What else is needed?

Academy of Heroes and Villains

@knight125 Kijani listened, most of her face impassive. But her eyes showed more life than they had since she'd woken up alive. Anthony had been upset with her. He wasn't the type to yell- you didn't need to be loud to dominate an argument. But she recalled, very distantly, but enough, the same level of hidden fury when he'd executed his father's look-alike. Right before things had gone to hell for her, he'd been very bothered when the fake had said that Anthony's birth was an important achievement. A weak chuckle escaped her lips. He was finally honest with her for once, and then he was done? That was more than she'd asked for, and yet, exactly what she needed to hear. Curling up and pressing her cheek against the pillow, she gently held Connor's hand. "Connor, I'm a total bitch. I hope you know that. I'm going to feel guilty about holding you back for a long time." She raised it to her lips and kissed it, hoping her dry, cracked mouth wouldn't bother him too much. "I love you, even though it's probably the worst thing I could do for you. We've got to talk soon. Just us." She cast a glance at the strange woman in the room, whose name she wasn't sure she'd even heard. "If Anthony hasn't blocked your number... thank him for me? He was upset, but that was the most real he's been since he got here." She smiled meekly. "Go to class, will you? I don't think they're going to leave me by myself." A sigh escaped her. "I hope they don't, anyway. Honestly, I'm still not sure I should be here, and yet I'm sane enough to know that I should be worried about that line of thinking."

Academy of Heroes and Villains

Hey Ed. Reinhart needs to get out. It's twice now that Kagerou's cleared the room. Stop negating the posts, please.

Academy of Heroes and Villains

@knight125@Caits Kijani stared at Anthonyy while he spoke, silent, and almost completely motionless. Once he was done, she continued to look at him. Finally, she spoke, her voice initially so quiet that it was barely audible. "So... tell me, then. Which part of my suffering was the necessary part?" Yes, she had heard it, and she was in no mood for semantics. At least her voice seemed to be gaining strength. "Was it when you drugged me? Left me powerless, but conscious, so I could feel every minute of fear? Or when I was chained up in the truck, spending every second kicking myself for being dumb enough to think someone was on my side? Oh, wait, maybe it was when I got restrained to a table and told that my own mother wanted to abort me, that I was a mistake from the moment of my conception?" She was shaking now. "Unfortunately, the sleeping tablets failed to wipe out my mind. I'm not an idiot, Anthony. I can still see you weighing, calculating every word before you speak it. Even if you do care about me, somewhere in your mind, your words aren't real." She chuckled, even her voice trembling now. "The only time you've been anything approaching honest was when you first came in. You had your mask on tight, but I was looking at your eyes. You looked like you wanted nothing more than to scream at me, to shake me and ask me what the hell I thought I was doing." Her head dropped. She would have been crying again, but there wasn't anything left. "You didn't do that, though. Every word out of your mouth has been grade-A, Luthor approved, gold plated bullshit." She stared him dead in the face. "I grew up the same as you. I know how to lie with the beauty of an opera. I know how to sound SO honest that people will eat the stories from my lips like candy. You're doing that to me now, and you're expecting me to swallow it whole? You're telling me that I'm important while you speak to me in the same voice that you used poisoning me?" She let that statement hang, and then lifted her chin, the faintest spark of her dead pride in her eyes. "Tell me the truth. Tell me the fucking TRUTH, or I never want to see you cast a fucking shadow near me again. You've got one chance, or I'm done with you." She had nothing left to lose. Cutting Anthony out would be as easy as burning paper.

Transcendent: Darkness Rising (A Sci-Fi Roleplay)

Achieng had enough time to marvel, childishly wide-eyed at the size of the ships in their group. When she heard the five minute call before the jump, she pressed a button on her controls, that would flatten the treads of her tank to the floor, and give them a low level of magnetic current. That would keep her from moving. Achi herself looked anxiously around at the crew, wondering just what would happen when the jump began. She wouldn't find out for some time, still. As soon as the Warp Bubble made contact, Achieng's eyes rolled back and she fainted. Her body slid downward further into her tank, and all that could be seen of her was a shock of white hair. One of her arms was sticking out in a rather comical fashion. It was actually somewhat common for her race to not handle space jumping well. The environment they stayed in was not prone to large movements. Her brain simply didn't know what to do with the sensation that the world around her was in flux, and so, it shut down in self-protection.

the Legion 2022

I put my idea there already. How can I app a character to an RP thats not moving?

the Legion 2022

Hi. Can I put my magic user here?

Academy of Heroes and Villains

@Eviledd1984 @Caits Devika smiled, chuckling slightly at Nick. "Nick, I would love to, but... I need some time to myself before the next class." She looked gratefully at Phoebe, who understood a lot more than she'd ever told anyone about her powers. "I think I'll let Phoebe take you." Devika let go of the wheelchair, and stepped toward Phoebe. "I know you haven't been a sister for long. But... as someone who has no siblings, you're the type of person I think of when people say 'sister'. Kind, understanding, and gentle. Also, not afraid to kick butt on behalf of your sibling." She inhaled slowly and braced herself, then put out her hand. It was rare that she'd shake anyone's hand, even with gloves. Phoebe had earned her respect, though. -- Kijani stared back and forth between them, then poked Anthony in the chest. "Why? Why did you do that, huh? Nevermind how you knew in the first place, why?! Why didn't you just let me die?!" The poking was getting a bit rougher, and at the last sentence she thumped him with her fist. "There's nothing left for you, Anthony! There's no profit here, nothing of benefit! It's gone, it's all gone, so why the hell did you even bother?"

Welcome To H.I.V.E

*claws at the door, zombie style* POOOOOOOOOOOSTTTT! POOOOOOOOOOOOST!