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4 days ago
Current Update on the new job: I've had sushi for dinner 10 out of the last 13 nights I have worked. This shit is glorious.
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7 days ago
Mods are working on the bot problem. I'm on a double today at work, so haven't been able to keep as much of an eye on things a I would like.
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2 mos ago
The roleplay is in you. You are the roleplay. Be the roleplay you wish to see.
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3 mos ago
Sorry guys, I forgot to lock the gate last night.
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3 mos ago
I've been told that I write "some of the best men in love" and honestly I don't think many other things have given me such an emotional high.
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Haley ★ 26 ★ Taurus ★ EST ★ Casual Level Group Writer


Welcome fellow writer. I go by many names, but you can call me Haley or pretty much anything else. I stick to causal level groups here on the forum. I have a soft spot for thunderstorms, dark humor, strong coffee, animals, pretty words, feminine rage, mythologies, and all things that go 'bump' in the night. I've lived in the same small southern Appalachian town my whole life, and aim to travel one day. I'm open to the occasional random conversation, but please do not message me asking to write one-on-one; it's simply not something I do these days.

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@HaleyTheRandom Damn it, you're making the rest of us look bad!


HOW?! xD

Reserving Emeraude Toubia, color code silver.

Also, reserving Giacomo Gianniotti BBEEFB.


// Cam // Cammy // Sea // Rina //


C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y


Magus Ordinis
Female
She + Her
Seventeen. [8/23]
Bi-sexual


A P P E A R A N C E


Hair: Jet black. // Messy + Slightly curly + Falls to her waist // Usually seen braided or left free falling.
Eyes: Blue // Almond shaped
Height: Five foot, two inches.
Body Type: Thin hourglass.
Skin: Very pale // Freckled shoulders
Tattoos: From head to toe located on the left side of her body in this design.
Other: 'Diamond' shaped face // Wide nose // Thick eyebrows // Long, dark eye lashes // Full lips


P S Y C H O L O G Y


A girl of strong will, Serina is often called stubborn among her peers. She is a quiet girl, always watching, learning, and observing from what and who is around her. When you manage to get her talking, however, it's is easy to tell that she is also very intelligent and can go on talking for days about the things she loves. While she seems cold and distant at first, Serina is said to have a motherly demeanor and likes to make sure everyone is taken care of. She seems to always have a plan, and prefers to tell the truth - although that method isn't always the smartest in some situations. Loyal to a fault, she typically puts others before herself and tries to help them in any way that she can.

While kind and nurturing, Serina is also short-tempered and won't hesitate to stab just about anyone. She's quite charismatic, and has a certain charm to her that you can't quite place your finger on.

Other: -Bites her bottom lip and chews the inside of her jaw when nervous.
-Bites her nails.
-Habitual eye roller.
-Hums when cleaning.


E Q U I P M E N T


  • Leather rucksack containing bandages, some lose change and paper money, two flasks of water, a few apples, a dagger, deer jerky, six feet of rope, and a bedroll.
  • Longsword


H I S T O R Y


Serina was born at the end of an extremely hot summer, and is the youngest of eight siblings - and the only female. Growing up, she was expected to be shown the basic duties of being a woman (cooking, cleaning, etc.), but was also expected to always make times for her studies. Her fathers friends often commented on her beauty, and she was eventually betrothed to one of their sons. She wasn't happy with the arrangement, often arguing with her father over it. She did, however, understand the circumstances and why it was happening.

She spent most of her time studying, though she liked to learn more about the town around her than the ones in her books. Her favorite thing to study was always science - mainly human interactions and the like. She enjoyed the trips to the market with her mother more than anything. Unfortunately, no matter how hard she studied, she never seemed to win her fathers approval. She wasn't smart enough in his eyes, nor quick enough for his liking. His pride was in his sons. She was just another way for him to make an alliance with a different family.

The day of her seventeenth birthday was when Serina was taken. She was outside hanging the laundry up to dry. Her mother and father had taken a trip to the market with most of her brothers. The eldest son was left there with her, but he was busy tending to his books. Kicking and screaming as she went, Serina doesn't remember much about her journey to the Order. Looking back on it, her father had grown more and more anxious the closer it got to her birthday. Did he know what was coming?

Upon arriving at the Phoenix Order, Serina didn't know where she was, or who she was with. To say the least, she was frightened. The first few weeks there is another part of her memory that she does her best to block out of her mind. During those weeks, she resorted to the ways of some may call a feral animal. She didn't eat, she didn't sleep - but she did learn how to fight. Just because she was small didn't mean she couldn't hold her own ground. The only way that she found out where she was was due to overhearing conversations. The fact that some people actually came here willingly astonished her.

Now she spends her time reading whatever books she can find for fun between training and learning the ways of the Order. Serina does her best to stay on the good side of most, though it doesn't always work. Her favorite fights are against the much larger men of the group. While she isn't happy with the hand in life that she's been dealt, the young woman is trying to make it work.


O T H E R






Location: Her apartment. // Interactions: Greyson @Moro

"If I could just find the right fucking amount of seawater," she huffed, scribbling out the part in her notebook that had the wrong calculations. "One wrong move, and you go from healing someone to killing someone - not that that's always a bad thing."

She paused from her horrible dancing for a brief moment to decide her next step. Creating a healing potion was proving to be an even more daunting task than she had originally thought and it was driving her insane. Luckily she didn't need anyone near by to test this one for her. The notes in one of her old leather bound books told her how to make the healing potion. Unfortunately, some of the notes had been smudged beyond the point of deciphering. The only thing that had been ruined for this recipe, however, was the amount of seawater to put into the potion - and of course that would be the key ingredient.

No sooner than the song stopped did she feel something bump up against her leg. She figured that it was Nala, but it was natural human reaction to look down - so she did. What she found wasn't anywhere near close to her ball of fluff. Instead what she found herself staring at was a marvelous cat shaped invention.

Sheba.

If there was Sheba that meant that -

"Greyson," the young woman said looking up as a soft smile spread across her face before quickly vanishing.

Greyson was here, standing in her doorway - and she had three-day-no-sleep bags under her eyes, a messy bun, and her favorite ratty Metallica t-shirt on. And not even a cute messy bun. She turned around to pause her playlist as it began to play the next song. Taking a deep breath before she turned back around, she gave Sheba a pat on the head before speaking to Greyson again.

"How long have you been standing there, and how much of the horrible display of me did you have to witness?"
Not gonna lie, this history is shit. I was writing this early in the morning, and ran low on idea's for said history section. I'll be more than glad to change anything.


I really want to GM a RP, but the last time I did so was roughly three years ago. I have a few ideas running around, but my anxiety is screwing with my creative process.

Like. I have all of these ideas.

But my brain is like

not today bitch
request type. // Character banner.

stock and images. // Image (If this one doesn't work, I'll be more than happy to find another.)

size. // Defaulted.

text. // Haley Marie Asher

misc. // Her color code is 00fffc. You don't have to use this color code specifically, but I would prefer mainly shades of light blue. I can't really think of anything else right now, and I'm sorry. I've just been dying to request something from you for ages now. I want you to have your fun with it, but if you need me to be more specific then just let me know.



Location: Her apartment → The Apollo Cafe

Interactions: Felix (@jetipster)


Outfit



Alva woke up at approximately seven in the morning. Her morning routine consisted of the usual brushing her teeth, taking a shower and doing her makeup. After a quick check on her social media accounts, she headed to the Apollo Cafe for her usual morning coffee. There was nothing like an iced caramel coffee with extra caramel and whipped cream to wake you up.

The weather seemed to be just perfect, though there seemed to be some sort of tension in the air that she couldn’t quite place. She had heard a little of what had happened at Dallas’s party, though it wasn’t enough for her to actually understand anything that had happened. The more she thought about it, the more she tried to piece it together on her way to the Cafe. Once again, she failed.

As she was walking into the Apollo Cafe, the door opened before she could grab the handle. A cool gust of wind followed, along with a few snowflakes. Alva was greeted by the sight of a man much taller than herself - though someone being taller than her was most definitely the norm. His height wasn’t what held her attention however.

”How -- Who’s you’re godly parent?” she asked quite bluntly.

It was yet another curiosity killed the cat sort of moment that she had landed herself in. She couldn’t help but to ask. After all, she could do the same thing that the man standing before her had just done - if he had done it.

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-I have never committed any crime that I've been caught at.

-If you put nuts in my brownies, I'll probably fight you.
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