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Zoey White is dead. Long live Zoey Boey.
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wating very impatiently waiting for RP's to do their thing
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waiting very patiently for RP's to do their thing
2 mos ago
I'll say it: If all six Stardust Crusaders took on DIO at the same time and knew the secret of The World, they could defeat him. DIO just got lucky he could spawn enemy stand users out of his ass.


I'm Zoey Boey, previously known as Zoey White. I'm 20 years old, and I live in Texas, near Fort Worth. I've been RPing for a majority of my life but I've only discovered this website recently. It's my favorite site for sure and I plan to stick around for a while. I tend to post pretty frequently. I like to think I'm friendly and reasonable enough, but I guess everyone thinks that.

I like superheroes, magic, sci-fi, horror- really anything. Usually I don't do anime, with the exception of Jojo's Bizarre Adventure which I enjoy greatly. I think I have a pretty good mastery over the english language, but when i'm ooc i tend to give all that up and type more like this.

i guess i figured since this was going to be my new bio i might as well try a little harder? but y'know, why, this is how i usually type anyway.

anyway i used to keep track of all of my rp's here but that was a pain in the ass. u dont need to know what rp's im in, only i need to know that. i also play a lot of video games, it's my main hobby. been doing that since i was like, 3 years old, literally, which is kind of nuts to think about. been playing games since before i could remember how to spell my own last name

you can call me zoey, or you can call me boey, or you can call me zoey boey. or come up with some cool hip new nickname off the top of your head to be extra hip and cool. anyway i guess thats it. i was tired of having nothing here so i'm going to keep this here for a while. it's a bio, right? might as well use it.

since i'm a self-indulgent ego maniac i'm going to write some more stuff about myself. me me me me

most played video game- For Honor

i've sucked upwards of 500 hours in this game. i know to some real Gamers out there that doesn't sound like much but it's a lot for me. i also tend to play a greater variety of games, for example i have no unplayed games in my steam library so don't @ me with any of that shit. (edit: except XCOM 2 but it was on sale and i haven't beaten the first one yet) anyway this game is a broken, unbalanced mess, but cut 'em some slack it's the first time a game like this has been attempted. it's really fun, and the aesthetic and universe is perfect for me. plus it's SJW so very few loser nerd white boys infest it, like Mordhau for example, another great game. the fanbase of For Honor is actually really solid and i enjoy spending time in it's community a great deal. even though half the people who play this game don't know anything about it and all they do is complain and when you tell them to get good all they do is complain some more. and then when you tell them actual facts about the game they just say you are wrong or that's stupid. but most of the time it's just memers and gaymers and we're all having a good time. i love it. i hope they make a second one some day

favorite movie- Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse

this is the best movie ever made. i've been a fan of Spider-Man ever since i wore my first pajamas which had the webhead on it. (edit: you can thank my mom for that. dont get me wrong i love some disney princesses but both of my parents turned me onto this superhero from the moment i was born, i don't even think they realised how much he would mean to me) he's the best superhero. he has the coolest powers, the coolest personality, and the coolest costumes. spider-man 2 on the ps1 was one of the first games i ever played. he's an inspiration to us all. i love him and any alternate versions of him, Spider-Gwen being a personal favorite ever since Spider-Verse came out though I had played as her before in some spidey games with alternate costumes. anyway, i've seen all the Spider-Man movies and this movie is a perfect meta-textual examination of the franchise as whole. as a character, as a story, and as merchandise. the heart and soul of spider-man. not to mention it's just fucking fantastic movie even if you aren't a mega-stan of spidey like i am. go see it.

i hope they dont fuck up the sequel, but to be honest the first one will always still be there. so even if the second one is bad we'll always have the first one.

favorite book- Crazy: A Father's Search through America's Mental Health Madness

this is a really important book. i was tempted to put some of my favorite fantasy or sci-fi or romance novels on here but Crazy is actually important. it's also one of the only books i've ever gone back and reread multiple times. it's a deeply tragic tale that not only strikes all of it's emotional beats but is also based 100% in fact. it's informative and an absolutely enthralling read. it really allowed me to see the cracks in the system that had previously been blind to my previously 14 year old self.

favorite tv show- Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

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let me know if i need to change or add anything

I will be getting a character up today or tomorrow :)
Count me as a maybe. Will this be an all-male cast?

Dareen had assumed that Fatima was just taking a mild detour, but the Queen drudged on ahead down the dark alleyway. Nodding dismissively at Jandar, Dareen furrowed her eyebrows and followed Fatima behind. She wanted to call out and ask what Fatima was doing, but her role was a silent one and she didn't want to give herself away. Interlocking her arm with Jandar's she followed behind, trying to act all uppity and snooty at the mild disarray at the environment around here. As they continued forward, her discomfort need no longer be manufactured. A powerful Jewel lay ahead. Dareen had spent her time around powerful Jewels before but this was dark. Darker than even Jandar's. As Jandar picked up the pace Dareen caught wind of his anxiousness and his feelings of worry only amplified Dareen's own.

She began to breathe quicker, and she swallowed dryly at the sensation of Jandar tightening his grip on her. Sweat began to dig away at her makeup and she nervously scanned the environment. Where was Fatima going? Who's Jewel was so dark? The feeling was only getting stronger. Jandar than disengaged from Dareen and interposed himself between her and Fatima. The mercenary in disguise's chest was beginning to swell with fear. In this god damn dress. She felt naked! Without the cool feeling of protective cloth and chainmail weighing against her skin she was utterly exposed. This dress might asewll be tissue paper. Without her weapons, either. They were but a moment of concentration away, but sometimes that's all it took. Mikhail was supposed to be following them, right? Dareen turned her head around, eyes wide, searching the rooftops but finding nothing. If Jandar's disguise was breaking, Dareen's was already broken. Her fingers clawed at the thin air, wrapping themselves around the handle of a blade that wasn't there. This was oppressive. No backup. No plan. Not even a hood. She always wore that hood. Her ears were cold and Dareen always thought they stuck out too much to the sides. Was that really relevant right now? Once again she found herself brushing her damnable hair out of her face only to find it had begun to stick to it.

"What are we doing?" She whispered harshly, the fear in her voice making itself apparent in her rapid, trembling canter of speech.
Annabelle Lafeyette

Annie's parent's house

"Um," Annie articulated her confusion, nervously pacing back and forth. "Yeah, I can stay on the phone. I- I live on 271 Oakview Lane. I don't-I don't know where he went. It was just a street or two over I was taking my dog for a walk." Annie peeked through the blinds to see her neighbor waiting outside. What were they doing here? What awful timing!

She was going to need to talk to someone about all this. Her parents were- well, they were worry warts that was for sure. Maybe she'd tell them later. Probably text her friends, like Willow? Would she even care about something stupid like this? Annebelle hadn't exactly acted valorously. Well- whatever! Who cared about Annie's- reputation? Mind all jumbled up, Annie tried to keep calm.

"There's my- neighbor? At the door. I'm- I'm sorry. I'm frazzled," She laughed nervously. "That guy inside my head." She finished, voice getting serious as once again the strange visions that felt like memories swarmed in her head. Today was a bad day.

yuppers !

The Ballroom

August 31st, Sunset | An Entrance | Fellow Guests

A few others had joined the conversation at this point, the radius of discourse growing. Dietrich had spotted a lull in the conversation as Sabrina and another woman began to get to chatting. Elly was listening when Dietrich approached. She raised her eyebrows and turned around, resting her elbow on the back of her seat. Someone speaking to her in her mother tongue had not been something she had particularly expected. Though anyone could tell just from looking at her that she came from that favorite Isle to the north.

Gingerly picking up a glass of wine she daintily sipped it and placed it back down. Elly returned her answer in Moorish. "Yeah, I've got some Mjod back on my horse. But perhaps consider that I'd like to be sober though, hmm? As much as my brothers-in-arms would most likely tell you otherwise, blackout drunk is not the default state of Moorish existence." She said humurously. Her Moorish, of course, was smooth, natural and sophisticated. It was, after all, her first language. Back in the day Alice and Elly had helped each other learn their respective mother tongues merely by being around each other, and learning the common tongue of the southern kingdoms was a necessary part of her education as a warrior. After all, a language barrier is more resilient than any wall or fortress. Especially to a viking, who ate fortified locations for breakfast.

"Name's Elly," The moorish woman introduced herself, unaware that her name had already been pegged. The man who had inquired about the Mjod was a finely dressed Thelannian nobleman who seemed just shy of middle age. Handsome and apparently intelligent since he knew at least a little about fine Moorish alcohol, he had given Elly a good first impression. Still, if he was a knowledgable about viking ways as he seemed, he would know that Moorish people rarely kept conversations at the level of a whisper. Elly was no different, though her tone was friendly and inviting as opposed to boistrous or challenging. Switching back to the common southern tongue, Elly spoke up loud enough for the others at the table to hear their conversation. She had no interest in secret conversations even though his intentions seemed innocuous enough. After all, these nobles were here to support the 'heroes', stuffy as they were. It would be rude to leave them out.

"You comin' with us on our little trip? Or are you here to meet the heroes?" Something about this man indicated that he could handle himself in a fight. Having grown up around people itching for a fight, Elly figured she could spot a warrior amongst a crowd. Could be wrong though. Her question about heroes was lightly dipped in sarcasm. Subtle enough to be missed by those who took themselves and this event a little too seriously but the humor in her voice could be picked up on by those who were 'in on it'. 'It' being that heroics were rarely as spick and span as the stories and songs often recounted them. It was a prodding question for Elly to pick up on what kind of person the man she was talking to was.

Jamie Teale

Or not. She didn't get to enjoy her breakfast for long. Jamie was quickly hurried along to meet Gravestone and she grumpily complied. Sitting lazily in a chair she picked at her teeth as the Old Man talked. But she sat up straight, slamming her fist on the desk and smiling as Gravestone announced Jackson was alive.

"That tough son of a bitch. I never should have doubted him. I'm sure he'll get outta bed any minute now," She coughed and was grinning from ear to ear. God damn...she was getting a bit emotional! Then she frowned and glanced around at everyone else to see what they had just heard what she heard.

"Wait- what? Angel 6 was a spy and- you guys- what do you mean where the fuck is Carter?" Jamie was on her feet now. "We gotta go find him! Also, what? Robins? Fucking what- a spy? Jesus!" Visibly flustered Jamie wasn't sure what to do with her hands or where to walk. Putting both of her hands on her head she turned her back on the group. Why hadn't Felix come back yet? Last time she saw him he doing some kamikaze shit. Or having it done on him? Either way his plane was destroyed and the Old Man hits them with the 'where the fuck is Carter' as if they're supposed to know? He was in friendly territory, someone should have gone to pick him up already! He could be fucking dead impaled on a tree or something! And Robins- a spy? Jamie couldn't even register that bullshit. No way.
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