@1n5tant Ar50n
I shall treat her well.
I shall treat her well.
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STATUS: Things and stuff sure do keep happening too much. 11 yrs ago
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What the fuck am I even doing with my life anymore?
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@Love Me Dead
"My dad tried to cut my hair after I dyed it for the first time." Nyteshaed mused, thinking back on one of her many alcohol driven altercations with the man. "He said I was spoiling my womanhood." She took another drink. "So I cut him with the shards from his gin bottle." She chuckled softly and shook her head. "Seems like just yeasterday he was breaking my wrist when he walked in on me with Holly Shwartz's head between my legs."
"My dad tried to cut my hair after I dyed it for the first time." Nyteshaed mused, thinking back on one of her many alcohol driven altercations with the man. "He said I was spoiling my womanhood." She took another drink. "So I cut him with the shards from his gin bottle." She chuckled softly and shook her head. "Seems like just yeasterday he was breaking my wrist when he walked in on me with Holly Shwartz's head between my legs."
@Love Me Dead
Nyteshaed quickly drew tired of Y's music. It was clear she wasn't interested in her advances right now, off in her own world. She left Y to her thoughts and retired to her bed, digging the small bottle of Jack out of her bag. She cracked the seal on it and took a swig, coughing softly as the harsh liquid clawed down her throat. Still it was a new home for herself and goddamnit, she deserved a treat.
"Fuck dads." She said. "They aren't worth the trouble. But at least you're rocking the cute boyish hair."
Nyteshaed quickly drew tired of Y's music. It was clear she wasn't interested in her advances right now, off in her own world. She left Y to her thoughts and retired to her bed, digging the small bottle of Jack out of her bag. She cracked the seal on it and took a swig, coughing softly as the harsh liquid clawed down her throat. Still it was a new home for herself and goddamnit, she deserved a treat.
"Fuck dads." She said. "They aren't worth the trouble. But at least you're rocking the cute boyish hair."
@Love Me Dead
"At least your dad tried."
Nyteshaed watched Y dance around, tracing her movements like a predator watches it's prey. The music was some airy fairy shit that barely registered as rock, but she wasn't really listening to the music. Her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Y dancing through her head. Though her mental picture was more scantily clad. Shame such a pretty face had to be wasted on such a prissy bitch with shit music tastes. She thought. Still, she didn't let that spoil the fantasy. Despite herself, she stood and moved with Y, not really sure how she should dance to this music, but still taking the moments that she could to brush against Y.
"At least your dad tried."
Nyteshaed watched Y dance around, tracing her movements like a predator watches it's prey. The music was some airy fairy shit that barely registered as rock, but she wasn't really listening to the music. Her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Y dancing through her head. Though her mental picture was more scantily clad. Shame such a pretty face had to be wasted on such a prissy bitch with shit music tastes. She thought. Still, she didn't let that spoil the fantasy. Despite herself, she stood and moved with Y, not really sure how she should dance to this music, but still taking the moments that she could to brush against Y.
@Love Me Dead
Nyteshaed shrugged. "If you say so."
She followed along behind Y, taking the opportunity to enjoy the view. Her room mate was energetic to say the least. Hopefully that energy transfers into bed. She thought. This girl had her going and Nyteshaed would be damned if she would let this one get away from her.
She picked up the bag and closed the door to the truck.
"Sick ride." She said, looking the truck over. "I'm surprised anyone here actually has their own wheels."
She followed Y back upstairs, pleased that the stairs put her roommate's posterior at eye level.
Nyteshaed shrugged. "If you say so."
She followed along behind Y, taking the opportunity to enjoy the view. Her room mate was energetic to say the least. Hopefully that energy transfers into bed. She thought. This girl had her going and Nyteshaed would be damned if she would let this one get away from her.
She picked up the bag and closed the door to the truck.
"Sick ride." She said, looking the truck over. "I'm surprised anyone here actually has their own wheels."
She followed Y back upstairs, pleased that the stairs put her roommate's posterior at eye level.
Same! This has so much promise!
@Love Me Dead
Nyteshaed shrugged. "Never heard of him." She said. "What kind of stuff does he do?"
Se wasn't really all that interested in what kind of stuff Stevie Nicks did, she was more interested in keeping her attention on Y. Her eyes lingered briefly on the girl's backside as she watched her fall heavily onto the bed, quietly imagining she was falling with her. Goddamn. She thought as she attempted to get glimpse up the girl's dress as she rolled over. The good girls always get me.
Nyteshaed shrugged. "Never heard of him." She said. "What kind of stuff does he do?"
Se wasn't really all that interested in what kind of stuff Stevie Nicks did, she was more interested in keeping her attention on Y. Her eyes lingered briefly on the girl's backside as she watched her fall heavily onto the bed, quietly imagining she was falling with her. Goddamn. She thought as she attempted to get glimpse up the girl's dress as she rolled over. The good girls always get me.
The T themed talk here is totally terrific. I'm terribly titillated to take on this traversal of time.
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Forum: Casual Roleplay
Oh man, I am so excited for this, it sounds great!
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Forum: Casual Roleplay
Name: Griselda Mór
Codename: TBD
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Personality: Guard by trade, fighter by birth. She is outgoing, brash, and loud, and almost excessively friendly. She can drink most grown men under the table and lives life impulsively and recklessly. She loves adrenaline and can often get herself in trouble seeking it out.
Biography: She grew up as the youngest of four, with three older brothers, her mother having being killed by the demons when she was ten. From then on she began training hard, which wasn't hard when her father was a village guard and her older brothers heading down the same path she was never at a loss for people to train with and very quickly developed an affinity for fighting, her size offering a great boon. She enlisted when the demons overran her village.
Military Division: KAD
Magic: Verbal
Spirit Name: Baldur
Spirit Appearance: Goat
Spirit Power: Berserker Mode: When activated it doubles the MECH's strength and speed and numbs her pain receptors for about a minute. She is not invulnerable, she simply registers pain less. Her claymore splits down the middle, becoming two single bladed swords. She can extend the duration of the Berserk Mode at great physical cost to herself.
Spirit Origin: Her mother made a deal with spirits to protect her and her brothers.
Mech: Muiredach
Extra: Never drinks clear liquor. Carries a bone pendant of a rising sun her father carved for her when she was born.
MUIREDACH
Classification: Hammer.
Upgrades: Originally a mech used in industrial smelting Muiredach has been modified with heavier armour plating
History: Her uncle, Roland owned a steel mill and for her twentieth birthday he gave her one of his older models that he was retiring, with a few modifications.
Codename: TBD
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Personality: Guard by trade, fighter by birth. She is outgoing, brash, and loud, and almost excessively friendly. She can drink most grown men under the table and lives life impulsively and recklessly. She loves adrenaline and can often get herself in trouble seeking it out.
Biography: She grew up as the youngest of four, with three older brothers, her mother having being killed by the demons when she was ten. From then on she began training hard, which wasn't hard when her father was a village guard and her older brothers heading down the same path she was never at a loss for people to train with and very quickly developed an affinity for fighting, her size offering a great boon. She enlisted when the demons overran her village.
Military Division: KAD
Magic: Verbal
Spirit Name: Baldur
Spirit Appearance: Goat
Spirit Power: Berserker Mode: When activated it doubles the MECH's strength and speed and numbs her pain receptors for about a minute. She is not invulnerable, she simply registers pain less. Her claymore splits down the middle, becoming two single bladed swords. She can extend the duration of the Berserk Mode at great physical cost to herself.
Spirit Origin: Her mother made a deal with spirits to protect her and her brothers.
Mech: Muiredach
Extra: Never drinks clear liquor. Carries a bone pendant of a rising sun her father carved for her when she was born.
MUIREDACH
Classification: Hammer.
Upgrades: Originally a mech used in industrial smelting Muiredach has been modified with heavier armour plating
History: Her uncle, Roland owned a steel mill and for her twentieth birthday he gave her one of his older models that he was retiring, with a few modifications.
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