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Quick question for the masses.. would anyone be interested in hashing out relations for our characters to give them a little background? ^^

Either way, I'll have a post up tomorrow night! :]

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_{𝚁𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍.}

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And my female. ^^

Sky-Lauryn Des Moore

^{"You're only given a little spark of madness. You mustn't lose it."
-Robin Williams}

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_{Full Name}

Sky-Lauryn Des Moore

_Aliases

Sky; Snips _{(And as her dad loves to call her, "Skylo-Ren". He thinks he's funny.)}

_Age

25-years-old. August 8th. Leo.

_Gender

Female

_{Sexual Orientation}

Bi-sexual with a preference for men

_Ethnicity

European-American

_Species

Human (Witch Background *unbeknownst to her*)

_Occupation

Bookstore Clerk

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"Stay afraid, but do it anyway. What’s important is the action. You don’t have to wait to be confident. Just do it and eventually the confidence will follow." -Carrie Fisher

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_Appearance

Sky stands at approximately 5'7". You could ask her but she'd tell you she hadn't checked in a few years and she is 100% sure she hasn't grown since, so... she actively watches her weight for no good reason, if you asked her though she'd tell you it's rude to ask a woman's weight. _{She's 137lbs, F.Y.I.} This young woman possesses dark brown hair that reaches down just past her shoulder blades. Most of the time she wears it down, unless it's hot out, or sometimes she will place it up into a quick bun before starting on a project. Her eyes are almond-shaped and colored slate grey. Unless you're really close to her, you wouldn't notice the light freckles that are scattered across the bridge of her nose and beneath her eyes. Sky also has a few scars, one that's hidden in her left eyebrow. An injury to her forehead she required as a small child that healed up and moved down into her brow as she grew older. The other two scars she has are jagged marks deep into her back. Rock climbing trip gone wrong. Other than that, this girl is pretty much free of blemishes except for the occasional acne but even that is few and far between, these days. Sky's also got a couple of tattoos. One, that is a two-part tattoo, is a set of raven wings that extends down the length of her upper arm almost to her elbow. The other is a memorial tattoo of her late Staffy dog, Benny.

_Personality

Loyal ♖ Blunt ♖ Intelligent ♖ Stubborn ♖ Protective ♖ Out-Spoken ♖ Compassionate ♖ Confrontational ♖ Strong-Willed

Sky is the type of girl who is not afraid to tell you what's on her mind, unapologetically so. She's always felt that it's better to be straight-forward with your friends and potentially hurt their feelings rather than lie to their face and spare them your truths. She loves deep and loves true, treating her partners as royalty and her friends like family. Fiercely loyal, she will always be a phone call away and will have your back every step of the way. She's stubborn to a fault but makes up for it by getting things done, even if it means making the hard decisions. Her out-spoken behavior has caught her in a few too many confrontations, but Sky is not one to back down from a fight. Call it stupidity, call it what you like. She's got a little bit of devil in those angel eyes, you'd best not get on her bad side.

_History

First off, let me say that Sky's true lineage is a mystery to her. She was adopted at birth and her adoptive parents had no means to contact or even search up her birth parents. She spent much of her early years with her nose stuck in books escaping into other worlds, going on adventures she never thought possible to be real. Sky lived in Oregon for the majority of her life, and within the last year has since moved to Vinehurst to dig up some information on a lead she found about supernatural beings that resided there. It's been less than a year but the time she's spent living in Vinehurst so far has been spent making a place for herself, getting a job at the local bookstore where she and her dog can be found 6 days a week from open till close. She doesn't have many she would call friends, but she's friendly enough with a number of locals and her usual returning customers. Sky tries to keep a low-profile, but she has a knack for getting into places she's not supposed to. Her curious nature is bound to win over, she just hopes she doesn't end up like the cat in the old saying about curiosity.

_{Extra Information}

♖ Meet Moose
♖ Sky's home at the edge of town
♖ Aside from reading books, Sky loves photography.
♖ Has an affinity for plants. Green thumb, or something much more?
♖ Owns a jeep but prefers to just use her Chevro-legs for transportation.

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Here's my guy, I'll make the girl tomorrow (or rather, later today )

Greyson Harris Davies, Werewolf

^{"Take one more deep breath, savor it, and plunge forward without thinking. Do not allow yourself hesitation. Do not allow yourself a moment of doubt. Follow your instincts and go where you never would have considered possible." -Corey Taylor}

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_{Full Name}

Greyson Harris Davies.

_Aliases

Prince Greyson, Duke of Wales; Grey, Davies

_Age

28-years-old. January 20th. Aquarius.

_Gender

Male.

_{Sexual Orientation}

Heterosexual.

_Ethnicity

English

_Species

Werewolf

_Rank

Mid-Rank ; Fighter

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"There are no pleasures in a fight but some of my fights have been a pleasure to win." — Muhammad Ali

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_Appearance

Greyson stands at a flat six feet tall while weighing approximately 68.946kg (152lbs). The young man keeps up on working out, leaving him with quite an athletic, mesomorph build. He has blue-grey eyes and wavy dirty-blond hair. His skin is lightly-tanned, with no blemishes of any kind. Greyson's personal style consists of plain ol' crew neck t-shirts and jeans with some normal street shoes. Least that's what he wears to fit in with the 'American youth'. He would much prefer it if he wore 'fancier' clothing, such as button up shirts and a nice pair of jeans or slacks with some dress shoes. A nicely pressed suit is a personal favorite of his. No matter what he wears, though, he always has his two rings (1.0 family crest ; 2.0 gift from his father) and his necklace from his mother.

_Personality

Reserved ♖ Overly-Confident ♖ Loyal ♖ Stubborn ♖ Protective ♖ Semi-prim ♖ Composed ♖ Passive ♖ Well-Mannered

Greyson is a soft-spoken gentleman who keeps a rather calm and stoic demeanor on the outside. His background has him constantly holding his shoulders back and head held high to face the problems thrown his way. He's a young man of very few words, that is unless he's speaking passionately about something. Or to someone. Even through the hardships that Greyson has faced, he's always managed to keep hold of his soft, kind-hearted inner shell. The few he's allowed into his inner circle know this boy is loyal to a fault, and loves like no other. This young man has a soft spot for both women and children. His need to protect the women in his life far exceeds anything else. Greyson is an all-around good guy. He can act pretty damn confident, but it's not out of an "I'm better than you" way, more of an "I know my worth" kind of way. He's a lover, not a fighter, which is quite funny considering his rank in the pack.. but will fight for those he loves. You probably won't find another guy like him.

_History

Greyson's mother, Princess Diana, died when he was very young. Greyson grew up in the shadows of Prince William and Prince Harry, raised by Prince Charles, Duke of Wales and Camilla, Duchess of Cornwall. Charles treated Greyson as if he was his own son, and Greyson knew no better. His real father never came forward to claim him so he didn't know any better of where/who his real lineage lied with. That is, until his first transformation.

The details of just how exactly he made it on his own are quite fuzzy to Greyson, but all he knows is it didn't take long for someone from a pack that resided in the States to reach out to him. They offered information for the young boy to piece together, filling in the blanks of a past he never even knew. He began spending summers with them, learning who he was and how to control the abilities he had (and was still discovering). It was a relief to him that he wasn't alone, and that things weren't just black and white, but much more complicated than he could've ever imagined before.

Once Greyson turned 20, he decided to look for a pack to stay with on a more permanent basis. Eventually, Greyson did find his place among the pack that resided in Vinehurst and fell in with them quite smoothly. Greyson occasionally takes time away from the pack to make public appearances with the family, but they don't last too long, as he has a duty to his pack. Something he's always taken very seriously.

How Greyson's Parents Met

From what Greyson was told by a close family friend many years ago, his parents met on a pier. Diana and Charles had just settled their divorce and her ex-husband and ex-friend Camilla had gone quite public with their relationship. No longer in the shadows, it was hard for Diana to cope. Harrison had happened upon the woman crying on a bench seat overlooking the water. It was late in the evening and the sun was setting. It was something out of a movie. Even though she was in tears and her make-up was running, he said she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. He took to her like a duck to water, and vice versa. The two became very close in a short time and... well, it led to the conception of a child. Greyson. Over the next nine months, she kept her pregnancy hush hush.

When the boy was born, it was believed _{to the public, anyway} that the child was the result of Charles and Diana having flipped the table and had an affair behind Camilla's back. Of course, Charles denied it because he knew that wasn't the case. Camilla, however, had her suspicions. When Diana died in the car crash just 8 months after Greyson was born, Charles took it upon himself to bring him under his wing and raise him as his own. The public already had it in their minds that he was in fact his. If he turned his back on the boy, he'd never hear the end of it. The small child grew on Charles quickly, making it simple for him to forget that he wasn't actually his. He received the same schooling as his two brothers, William and Harry.

Greyson grew up hearing stories of his mother from the two older boys, and of course the tabloids. It wasn't encouraged in the Royal Household to read up on any of them, because most (if not all of them) were lies. Least that's what they were told, growing up. Greyson read them anyway. It's all he had left of his mother's legacy. That, and a necklace that she bought for him within the first few weeks after his birth at the pier where his parents had met. She'd planned to give it to him on his 18th birthday. His father had acquired it at some point, but instead of holding onto it for so long, he gave it to his son the summer following his 10th birthday. It's the only thing Greyson has left of his mother, doubling as a reminder that at one point in time his parents had been in love.

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@sassy1085 Well hello, old friend. ^^ Long time, no see!

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May I join in on this adventure? ^^ Was thinking of a 25-year-old male mid-rank (fighter) pack member and a 28-year-old female bookstore clerk character (with a family of witches in her background, but she is completely unaware and not a practicing witch), if it was still available? ^_^

Is forum Roleplaying beginning to slow down?

Yes, yes it has. The site has most certainly dwindled from years prior due to an incredibly toxic group of individuals that were left completely unchecked and unstopped until most the players I RP'd with stopped entirely.

But recently? Eh, group roleplays from my knowledge have been pretty limited to certain circles and ongoing affair for a while now on this site. (For instance, well over half of the current front pages of casual and advanced have RP's at least several months old.)

@SleepingSilence

I have to agree with this entirely. 100%.

I've been involved with a few RPs in a couple different circles, and have witnessed that typically the people who didn't start out in the original circle are pushed out eventually and it just remains the same people in multiple different RPs. Whether they personally just don't fit in with the group or whatever, their characters are practically ignored (no matter how much an individual can attempt to be included) till they finally say "screw it" and just drop because who wants to be in a group RP when you're just RPing with yourself the entire time? :T I've watched quite a number of my old friends go due to this same issue.

Personally, I've never been very good at being a GM. I don't handle spotlight well, and don't enjoy telling people what they can and can't do. xP I can't keep my own RP's alive to save my life, and when so many RPs are involved with the same tight-knit circles/cliques, it's kind of hard to want to stay "in the game" anymore. I'll admit, more often than not, I'm questioning whether or not I want to stay in it.. not that my presence would be missed, cause I've been quite a hit-and-miss in the last few years (since I had my daughter). RPing got me through a lot of trouble in my past. Anymore it seems as though the nostalgia of it is the only thing keeping me here.

The Dragons' World

@Squirrel98 This is a really beautiful idea for a roleplay. I'm sad to see more people aren't interested in it. If there comes a time when you might give thought to turning this into a 1x1, let me know. If we can get more people interested and it turns into a group, I'm here for it either way. Best of luck! I will keep in touch and check-in every now and again :)

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

^{Collab between @HaleytheRandom and I
feat. Ariel and Sawyer.}

The cup of water in her hand Ariel began to take small sips, the cool liquid gliding down her dry throat. It took a second for things to process for Ariel in her drunken state, but that didn’t stop her from following Sawyer's gaze. As her eyes landed on Kavi walking out the door, the young woman felt her eyes tear up as her face began to feel warm. Wiping a few quick tears away, she sighed.

”You mentioned food, right? I think you did. Pretty sure you did.” Taking another sip of her water, Ariel waved her hand in the air like she was swatting a fly away. ”This dance blooows. Waddya say you and me head over to Waffle House? Waffle house sounds reaaallllyyy good right now.”

Sawyer had looked just in time to see her wipe her tears away, his lips pressing into a thin line as he looked on in the direction Kavi had gone. Suppose they were broken up after all. Oh, yay. Someone who was in the same boat as he was. The joy. Maybe they could go eat their sorrows away while they sobered up at Waffle House. Sawyer chuckled at her mentioning the dance, nodding, “Fuck yeah, sounds bomb. Let me just.. real quick--” Sawyer quickly took out his phone and texted his two friends in their group chat that he was going to be leaving the dance and that they’d have to find a way home tonight. He knew they wouldn’t mind.

Sawyer, keeping his arm under hers to keep her steady, started for the doors leading out to the parking lot. ”Should I call an Uber for us, or would you be comfortable enough if I drove? I wouldn’t suggest it if I didn’t feel sober enough to drive. If I was alone, I wouldn’t care, but… yeah, I wouldn’t offer to drive if I was over my limit.” He held onto her firmly as he reached out with a foot to push the door open, taking in a deep breath as they stepped out into the fresh night air.

Walking across the dance room floor, Ariel finally got tired of nearly tripping over her feet. Bending down and removing her shoes once they were through the door, it was a miracle that she didn’t fall on her face. Heels in one hand, and latching onto Sawyer with the other, Ariel breathed in the fresh air. It was nice to smell something other than teenage body odor.

”Your car’s fine. I came with Kavan, but I’m preeeeetty sure he and Archer will need his car, you know what I mean?”

Sawyer nodded and chuckled, Yeah, I know what you mean.”

The boy walked around to the passenger side, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he creaked the old truck door open. “Sorry ‘bout the smell. My buddies and I pre-gamed the dance a little bit before we got here.” He quickly cranked the window down halfway, looking down at her, up into the cab and back at her again.

“Uhm, just be careful getting up. Be sure and use the step bar, here.” He was sure to point it out to her, placing a gentle hand on her back and standing close to make sure she wouldn’t fall while attempting to get in.

Now that Ariel thought about it, she hadn’t ever really seen Sawyers truck. The green was a somewhat decent color. The overall appearance reminded her of those trucks that you saw rednecks drive - yee yee, but in a classy way. It took a good second, but Ariel managed to get inside the truck without falling back on Sawyer.

”The smell’s fine,” she said, waving her hand dismissively. Once Sawyer was in the driver's seat and both of them had been buckled in, Ariel turned to him with a confused expression. ”Say! If you didn’t wanna come to the dance…. Why did you.”

Sawyer chuckled humorlessly as he ran a hand through his hair, trying to avoid eye contact as he peered through the back window to back up before taking off down the road. ”In short, my brother forced me. Jack and Kol kind of did, too. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t hear the end of it for the rest of the year. The boy’s were trying to help me ’get back out there’. Really didn’t want to, but… can’t say no to them even if I tried.”

He let the silence between them hang for a moment before giving her a quick glance, his eyes quickly returning to the road as he continued. ”How’d you end up coming to the dance with Kavan? You two good friends? I mean, clearly the guy is taken and not by a girl,” Sawyer laughed with a playful grin. Suddenly he realized he had no clue where they were going. He’d never been to Waffle House before. At a red light, he quickly mapped it out on his phone and set off to their destination. To his surprise, they weren’t far at all.

”Friends? Yeah. We are. Not as close as me and Mari or Archer but Kav’s a great guy. We have a few things in common. I know we aren’t close, but I’m kinda trying to change that a little. I’d still be there for him if he needed anything regardless.”

Propping her head up against the door, Ariel let the soft breeze blow on her face, taking deep breaths. ”I’m tired of dances, Sawyer. Tired of being told what I can and can’t wear to them. I keep trying to go to make like…. Good memories, but…. Not a single Kings dance has been good for me. Shit’s exhausting, man.”

The boy nodded his head knowingly, sighing heavily before responding. “I totally get what you mean. Honestly, I haven’t gone to a single dance till now. Only one I was actually somewhat looking forward to was Prom. Not one for dances, really. To be honest, I love dancing, and could totally school anyone at the dance, but… it just… I had plans for Prom that are no longer a thing, anymore, so. Yeah. I only went to this one so I wouldn’t have to hear shit from my brother and friends, but I can’t see myself going to any more school functions for the rest of the year, either.”

Sawyer pulled the truck into the parking lot and looked inside the establishment as he parked near the front, unclipping his seat belt before reclining back into his truck’s bench seat to look at Ariel. “Luckily, we only have to deal with this shit for a few more months. Then we’re free to make our own choices.. Er, most of them, anyway. That is, unless you go to college. Then you got another four plus years to get told what to do,” he laughed before continuing.

”I don’t know where I’m gonna be, or what I’m gonna do, honestly. I know I want a Waffle though,” she said, perking up slightly. ”Let’s go.”

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Danielle’s eyebrows raised as a bright smile spread across her face, along with a bit of color flooding her cheeks. ‘This is it, this is how we die. Death by embarrassment,” she thought to herself sarcastically. She accepted his hand, taking it tenderly as she closed a majority of the distance between them.

“Or some other cheesy shit,” she mocked and winked at him playfully, glancing around to see if she could spot either of her cousins. At the moment, she couldn’t spot either of them, to which she was thankful. She knew that they knew her well enough to know she did not belong on the dance floor and would probably laugh their asses off seeing her out there. Well, Max definitely would.

Dani hoped that they’d get lucky and avoid having pictures taken by the yearbook kids, though. God help her if she made it into the final cut for the yearbook and her mom saw the pictures. Danielle would never be able to live it down. But she wasn’t about to back down if he wasn’t, either...

Cause momma didn’t raise no bitch. c(;