[Advanced] All male characters needed! Four ideas / starter posts.

[Areawin]

This is actually casual to advanced. :3

Hey guys. So... I'm fairly new here. I've mucked up a few times, but with a little guidance, I think I have things right this time, haha. I'm not used to the way things are done around here, so bear with me. I'm definitely used to the old MSN groups, and have used that format and style to start a roleplay ever since.

I do a full-blown starter post. I don't do the whole, "Okay, so I want an action roleplay with a few vampires, but I don't know where to set it," etc. A lot of people don't like it that way, but that's what I'm used to, and I'm not going to change just because it makes people uncomfortable.

I do casual / advanced. I give what I get. I also give warnings if a post is too short, but after so many warnings (usually like ten in a row), I'll just delete the roleplay. I always give an extremely fair chance to make up.

However, my BIGGEST pet peeves when roleplaying is one-lining, first-person text (outside of dialogue), and forced sex. I'm perfectly fine with mature scenes, but the moment you pull a rape, I'll delete the roleplay.

All of my main characters are female. I play mostly vampires, but I also do nymphs and other creatures. I love romance / drama / action roleplays, preferably all wrapped into one. Obviously I will bring tons of other characters into a roleplay to make it more exciting and challenging (I love a good twist), and I have a set of about thirty overall characters that I use (though not all at once of course). It's rare for me to make a completely new character, but it happens.

Now that all of that is out of the way, here you go, guys. Enjoy, and if you're interested in joining one of these (or want me to edit one a bit to fit more of your character types) then I will do so. Please, just PM me if you're interested, though!

Mekina woke to the prominant sound of a child crying. She groaned and rolled over, looking to see if any of the other nurse-maids had woken within their chamber of the orphanage. If any of them were awake, they didn't show it. The young woman waited a minute or so, having been up with the children for over a week every night -- even skipping meals to make sure that they were okay. She was, by far, the skinnest nurse there, and had a most unique olive tone to her skin. Most of the other women were quite plump and lazy, feeling as if they didn't get paid enough to constantly take care of the children that depended on them for life. It was sickening to see such neglect.

She had only been working in the orphanage for roughly eight months. Nobody guided her on how to take care of the children; nobody made sure she was fed every night before bed. It was more or less an eat-or-be-eaten situation. If she didn't make it to the kitchen in time, the rest of the nurses would gobble up the bit of soup, bread and cheese that was to have been left for her.

A loud wail from another room persuaded her to ignore her aching stomach and cold feet; sliding quietly into her house slippers as she got up from the bed. The wind howled rather gently outside, and rain pattered softly against the windows. There was no thunder or lightning, so what could be making the babe cause such a fuss?

As she pulled a robe around her body, she noticed the nurse next to her snicker, and turned her head with a deadly glare. The other woman blinked and rolled over, facing away from Mekina, grumbling under her breath. "If you hadn't eaten so much for dinner you would have more energy to check on the things," snapped Mekina, careful not to wake the Head Nurse in a neighboring room. The papery-thin walls let any sound travel with ease.

She walked tiredly, with a slightly anxious step, toward the larger room with the infants. It was the largest room of the entire orphanage. There were ages 0-1, 2-3, 4-6, 7-10, 11-12, and finally 13-16. At fifteen, the boys were sent away to a trade, and at sixteen, the girls were simply kicked out. It was up to them what they wanted to do. Of course, this only happened if they survived long enough.

With the cracks in the walls and windows, with the cold weather and rain dripping down, with the poor care from the nurses, most of the children didn't make it past a few months. So far there were eight babes, three boys all in the 4-6 section, and nine girls between the 7-11 section. So far they were all healthy, but most of the babes were sick. Just the week before, Mekina had to order three tiny coffins. She hoped she would never have to do such a task again.

Upon arriving soundlessly to the room, she noticed that the fire within the hearth had gone to embers. She shivered; surely the babes were freezing if she was this cold. The woman piled up some small logs and crumbled old paper, lighting a match to get it going, then moving the small cribs a bit closer to each other. She wished there was more she could do.

The babe that had been crying was the only one awake, and it was gently sniffling, reaching up at the air with tears running down its cheeks. A tiny little girl, who had arrived just days ago; the one that Mekina had rather fallen in love with, really. She had secretly named the girl Emilia, and had slept with her wrapped in her arms near the fire the night she'd arrived.

"Ah, my love," Mekina whispered, wrapping her snugly in a blanket and holding her to her chest. There was something about the child's beautiful cerulean eyes -- that seemed to glow at times -- that just captivated her. There was a regular-sized bed near the fire that was used for nursing, if someone ever came around to offer it. So Mekina laid on the hard mattress, giving up her own rather comfortable one back in the nurse's room. The infant curled knowingly against Mekina's chest, sighing softly almost in relief. She couldn't have been but a few months old.

It was then that Mekina saw something move within the shadows, out of the corner of her eye. The child suddenly giggled and looked up, reaching up to touch Mekina's lips. "Shh," Mekina hushed, but the events scared her. Was there something in the room that had made the girl cry before? Mekina noticed that her eyes had that interesting glow in them once more.

Lightning suddenly flashed, hitting a tree just outside, just as thunder rolled through the area hard enough to make the ground shake, causing Mekina to cry out in sudden fear. The child in her arms began crying instantly, whailing as loud as her tiny lungs could handle. With the sudden distraction, Mekina didn't notice that tall figure of a man pushed against the corner of the darkest side of the room, hidden mostly by a column to keep the ceiling up. "Oh, shh, Emi," the woman cooed, rocking the child gently.

There was a ghastly noise outside the window, causing Mekina to slam her back against the corner directly opposite that the man was. It sounded like a snarl, and upon looking outside, she realized that it was. There was an enormous wolf -- two, three times bigger than she had ever seen before -- staring through the window. Not toward the babes, though; not toward Mekina... but toward the darkest corner. The brown eyes of the creature very slowly ran their way across the room, finally landing on Mekina and the tiny child with glowing eyes. It was then that Mekina bothered to look to the corner, where the tall man was staring at the wolf in the window.

It was then that Mekina realized that something completely out of her control was happening, and she knew it had to do with creatures of myth. Being that she was a rather mythical creature as well... it didn't really surprise her. Nymphs were mysterious. These creatures, though... what were they? Why were they here?

Why were Emilia's eyes glowing the same color as the man's in the room?

ooc: This is pretty much a do-what-you-want RP. The man in the room can be just about whatever you want, but the notion is that the little girl (Emelia) is the same creature as he is. He may or may not be related to her -- whether it be his child, a niece, grandchild, whatever you wish. I originally had the idea that he was a vampire, and that's why there was a werewolf outside the window, but really it's up to you. You can play both men if you wish, or just the one; let me know what you want to do and where you wanna take it! PM ;]

- *** Mekina woke up during a storm, having taken a job in an orphanage. Upon arriving into the room, where a baby is crying, there are two mysterious creatures - a large, bear-sized wolf, outside of the window and glaring in, as well as a tall, handsome man with curious glowing eyes, inside. Is it a coincidence that the baby crying has the same color as as the man inside? Why is he here?

Laughter, heard from the granite steps of the main dorm area of the college. Teens and others in their early twenties were in a drunken stupor, drifting down the steps and across the lawn, into the rain. The party was over. Not everyone stumbling from the large oakwood double-doors was completely wasted, however. That was a relief.

A female, with golden-honey eyes, sat on an iron and wooden bench beneath a rather large willow tree. Its' lightly trembling stems kept her more or less shielded from the rain, part of them cut in a manner so that she could see the steps. "What a waste of humanity," she muttered, shivering a bit when droplets began to slip through the leaves. It wasn't even supposed to be raining... it should have been snowing, for how cold it had been lately. But, no. They were stuck with rain.

The college had shut down a few years ago, though the dorms were kept open. Even now, half of the people were swaying their way towards the boarded-up doors that led inside. It had been shut down due to lack of funds, but hadn't been torn down.

The female shifted a little uneasily, gazing down at a spider that had dropped onto her hand. It was small, perhaps the size of her nail, and began to slowly make its way across her arm. Sober, more reasonable others, were beginning to make their way towards the area she was in. She wasn't supposed to be there. Yes, she'd been invited to the party. But it was too dangerous. Thirst overwhelemed almost all of her senses.

There were five males, four females, not but fifteen feet from her, talking quietly. They were all sober. Two pairs left with each other, arm in arm, leaving but one male. The female on the bench tensed, almost crouched forwards a bit, like a large cat who'd spotted a meal.

Without a sound, and without the female really noticing, the spider drifted off onto another drooping vine, honey-eyes locked onto the male. Having not fed in just over two weeks, she was exceptionally ravenous.

She looked beautifully furious when that male, too, walked away, not even paying attention to where he went. "Ugh," she suddenly snapped, folding her arms across her chest. Her last meal hadn't turned out so well -- she'd accidentally killed the girl. Unlike most vampires, she had control over her venom glands, able to cut them off when feeding, so the host wasn't turned or killed. Always, she'd been so careful... and then there was that one slip-up. Ah, well. It was only one.

"Hey. Melanie, right? I didn't see you inside..."

The female spun around, suddenly standing, staring in disbelief, containing herself. The male that had remained, had circled behind her, standing only a foot or so from the bench. "Unfortunately," she commented, eyeing him momentarily. "Why haven't you left yet? It's cold out." Though, she could speak for herself. It definitely was chilly outside, and she didn't have much on; boots, a trench-coat that drifted lightly to her shins, and a dress. Cocktail dress, actually. It came to her thighs.

Magenta bangs clung lightly to her forehead from the dampness, a lot dryer than outside the security of the draping leaves. The rest of her hair was tied back neatly, still gazing at the male, not speaking further. She'd seen him before. A lot more level-headed then the rest of the dopes that were inside getting snockered. Actually cared about going somewhere, attempted in helping people. A genuine gentleman. This was rather frustrating to her. Of all the people that had to come and tempt her thirst and control, it had to be him.

ooc: I have no idea what I'm doing with this one. It's one of those go-with-the-flow deals. Seriously, do whatever you want. However, this IS a romance; it might end up getting mature. Have fun with it. Whoever joins, obviously, can you play the male that's standing there? ;] Thank you!

- *** Melanie hasn't fed in weeks. Drunken college students are usually an easy target. However, due to accidentally killing a girl rather recently for the first time, she has to be extra-careful. So when a perfectly sober man walks up to her and starts a conversation, she doesn't know what to do. Her thirst is causing fire in her throat, a deep burning and yearning in her belly. She'll have to find a way to lure him away in the freezing cold rain, and hope and pray that she doesn't go overboard again.

A young woman was laid out on a thick blanket at a dock, eyes closed, listening to waves lapping against the shore not too far behind her. The gulls had mostly quieted, but sometimes their cries rang out; an occasional laughing couple starting to walk down the dock before they saw that someone was laying there, veering away and giggling to themselves.

It was sunset, and when the girl opened her eyes, a vibrant array of colors danced across the sky as if Apollo himself had painted it. Pinks, blue, purples and orange, a tinge of colors bleeding into red, swirling with whisps of white. It didn't seem real. If she stopped facing up to the sky, she could see the sun nearly halfway down. That, too, bled. Into the water and scurrying up, clawing at the sky with a struggle for life. The ocean seemed to be taking its time upon swallowing it, easing it into an agonizing drop.

As the orb sank further, it clawed a vibrant array into the sky, etching colors there, proclaiming how beautiful it could really be, promising to be back. It was a generally cloudless day, and that proved to have a purpose, for now anyone looking up could be silenced in awe.

The night fell eventually, however, as the sun was relieved from its torture and finally taken into the blue-black mass. A glow was not completely gone, however. Tonight, the full moon bathed the ground with dignity, stretching from its slumber while the sun took hold in the day.

Lights had been lit around the dock area, mostly so that security could check for any homeless sleeping where they shouldn't be. For Kaylee, however, it was a regular place to visit. The guards were used to her, and knew she had a home. She just liked to stay for the sunset, watching several hours into the night to see the stars. Sometimes she'd reach up and trace an outline with her finger before allowing her arm to drop.

Tonight, a new man was on duty. A noob. A nobody, for all she was concerned. He didn't worry her any. However, when he started strolling down the dock, his footsteps were triumphant. By this point, after nearly half a year of staying on the dock every night, she knew the sound of every guard's boots, how they walk, the way their weight shifted against the wood. This was the new kid.

"Ma'am, you're going to have to leave," he stated. There was a tone to his voice that made her think of a sarcastic, large man with an unattended beard that'd had too much liquor to drink before seeing a pretty girl. When she glanced back, though, she just saw a young man. Muscled - they had to be, for the job - and probably in his early to mid twenties, but no older.

Kaylee put on a charming smile, not in the mood to play games tonight. "You weren't taught by Enrique. Poor lad. That really is a shame. Unfortunate or not, I don't plan on leaving until I'm ready, so I would appreciate it if you left me be. If there are any other issues, go speak with Enrique." She adjusted herself to the comfortable position she was in before, waving away the man.

He did not look pleased, and he hesitated. At first, she thought he was really going to leave, and closed her eyes when he repeated himself. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but you really do have to leave. It's protocol. No one is allowed to stay out here at night." He suddenly stepped back, watching the girl stand without any effort, and she snorted with amusement when his eyes started to trail over her slender form.

You see, Kaylee really did not intend to leave. If it meant getting rid of this newcomer, then she would do it. The others had learned already. Enrique understood her; the head-guard that usually dealt with these problems. He'd been busy with a new baby, though, and had no time to train, so the one beneath him, Dominik, was in charge of that. He failed to mention the part where Kaylee came in, apparently.

The girl sighed, reaching up and taking down her hair, running her fingers through it before tying it back into a pony tail. "Look, kid." She sounded mildly annoyed, her voice sharp. "Listen to me, and listen good. I'm not leaving this spot until I damn well please. Either you can listen to me now, or listen to your boss laugh at you when you crawl back to his door whimpering with broken limbs. It's your choice." She stared hard at him, eyes blazing, and only then did he notice that they were an extraordinary purple, a healthy, lush color. When she took a step back and crossed her arms over her chest, he then noticed that her hair was the same color. Perhaps contacts, and it was dyed? He didn't know, but once again, he hesitated.

After he retrieved his senses, he shook his head and pulled the night-stick from his pocket. Like a prison guard's. Kaylee was having none of it, and a third time he repeated himself, this time with a threat. "You certainly are abstract," he muttered, shaking his head before advancing towards her.

He was then tossed several feet back, unsure what happened, disoriented and dizzy. Pain suddenly surged throughout his chest, roaring out at her, as well as with pain. She stood perfectly still, in the same position he'd seen her in before he was thrown back. What'd happened?

Now she advanced towards him, her boots silent on the sound but weathered wood; taking a knee over him. His night-stick was nowhere to be seen. "Get out of here before anymore damage gets done," she said softly, the intent look still in her eyes. He was defiant and sat up, swatting at her. It only pissed her off, and he was sent into the water, to the left of the dock. He landed in with a loud splash, and for a few seconds there were no other noises, until he came up sputtering for air, getting back onto the beach, his right arm holding his left, cradeling it and making noises that words can't quite describe. Swears, whimpers, cries and moans. He didn't step onto the dock, and Kaylee heard his noise for a good few minutes before things were silent again, allowing her to settle back with a yawn onto the blanket, which was folded twice, making it a good three inches thick.

For a little while her eyes stayed closed, opening them and noticing that a single black cloud had appeared out of absolutely nowhere, blocking half of the moon and her view of the stars. "Fantastic," she spat, sitting up. The smell of rain became heavy in the air - as did the sound of footsteps. Heavy, hard steps, just starting on the dock, at a leisurely stroll. A set she didn't recognize, so it probably wasn't one of the guards. Perhaps just a civilian.

A cold feeling washed over her then, hairs standing on end along her arms and the back of her neck, standing abruptly. She caught a mere glimpse of whoever it was, since the lights along the dock were spaced so far apart. Young, dark hair, a long coat, and the boots sounded like they were leather or steel-toed, perhaps both. The feeling meant that it was a piece of her kind, though, and she didn't like it.

As a mixed-breed - a mutt, as many vampires and werewolves would like to call her, such as a human did with an impure dog - Kaylee lived dangerously. Many did not appreciate her presence, and often tried ridding of her, which was why she'd come here. Wherever here was, she didn't even know. All she knew was that she hadn't sensed a single immortal of the sorts in nearly a year, save for Enrique who was a vampire, and only in the past six or seven months did she start coming out onto the docks to relax and think.

Now, though, unless she took to the ocean, she was trapped on the dock. The male who was steadily walking towards her wasn't putting off dangerous or threatening vibes, but that wasn't the point. She had to be on constant alert to keep herself alive, and automatically, her defenses went up.

"Stop walking and stand in the light," she called out.

The footsteps stopped for what seemed like ages, but it was just a few seconds. Very slowly they started again, and the man stepped into the lamp light; by this time, the raincloud had blocked the view of the full moon, which was making her even more anxious to begin with. What she saw kept her on edge, eyes flickering towards the water on either side of her, but not daring to turn her back to him. He'd seen her toss the new guard into the water, she could tell by the expression on his face. What other attention would it draw to her?

ooc: This guy can be vampire or werewolf, but it has to be one of the other. What demeanor he has when he steps into the light is your choice, just put it into your post. Everyone of the species makes her nervous, so no matter how he acts, she'll be stand-offish for a little while. Have fun with it, and like all of my other RPs, it's a romance. Drama, action, romance, all included. So I'm not looking for some freak killer that's about to lock her up and go postal throwing himself at people. He can even be a hunter of the sorts if that's what you want.

- *** Kaylee is a vampire and werewolf hybrid. She has been hunted her entire life, by her parents' kind as well as nearly every other species out there. But now she has found a refuge. It has been a year since she has been threatened by another's presence... until now. She has no where to run, no where to turn. But is this man out to hurt her, or does she have her first ever ally?

The noise of a bell ringing softly caught her attention as another customer walked into the store. It was a simple mini-mart of sorts, but she couldn't figure out what she wanted to eat. Finally she tossed a small bag of chips and beef jerky into her basket, adding a pint of strawberries and a full pineapple as she went. She used a credit card to pay, having difficulty figuring out how to use it. Eventually the cashier did it for her, flipping his eyebrows upwards twice upon meeting her gaze.

"Sign here," he chuckled, handing over a receipt. She was perhaps two inches taller than he was, with the strangest colored eyes he'd ever seen. The woman also wore rather strange clothing, but who was he to judge her quirks? He noticed that she signed her name in a beautiful script, but it was also completely legible. Old. Victorian.

"Laur...a-lie?"

"Laur-a-lee," she corrected him. The woman took her bag of items, not bothering to smile at him as she turned and left the store. It smelled horrid outside, and she wasn't even in the heart of the city.

Lauralei smiled genuinely at the man leaning against a 1968, pure black mustang, kissing him on the cheek and saying something not entirely legible. The young man that was working inside of the store had stepped out just after her to have a smoke, shaking his head at the language she was speaking. He knew several languages... but what she spoke seemed to be a little of every one of them.

"Hey, is that Latin?"

Lauralei whipped around, her mood instantly going from casual to almost demonic. "Mind your place, boy," she snapped. The man behind her snickered and slipped into the driver's seat of the car.

"Mind my place? Hey, lady, I work here. You're the one that shows up like a little freak dressed up in some guy renaissance shit. Learn how to act according to your time."

He was suddenly gasping, a hand around his throat. She was suddenly there and shoving him up against the wall. "A little freak? And what was going on in your mind? 'I wonder how much it would take to tap that.' Ugh, disgusting. What does that even mean? Frederick, dear, do tell me what this boy is talking about?"

Lauralei was still holding up the cashier by his throat, as if it were no effort at all. His face was beginning to turn purple; black spots freckled along his vision. The man in the car -- Frederick -- had a thick French accent. "It is, ah, how you say..." He spoke in another language again. The only thing that made the boy want to stay out of the darkness was the beautiful, tinkling laugh Lauralei gave as she threw back her head.

"Humans." She brought the boy down gently so that he was on his feet, releasing the hold on his neck. He gasped and choked, coughing hard to try and catch his breath. Lauralei put her hand against the side of his face, turning his head just enough to expose his neck. There was a sharp pain on his jugular, and the ex-drug addict had never experienced the high that came shortly afterwards. It was the best thing he'd ever felt, moaning with pleasure.

"Lauralei," Frederick's accented voice called out. "We needs to go, je t'aime. Your feeding schedule needs to be put back on track. Let us leave.”

The woman sighed. She wasn’t in her right mind, she was so thirsty. And then she understood the man’s urgency.

“Frederick!” she shrieked, something jumping on her from high above. That was it. Darkness and the scent of sterilization followed.

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Lauralei woke sitting up, hands tied behind her back, already in so much pain the first thing she did was cry out. The room was completely black.

“You’re awake,” a man said. He had an American accent – of course, why wouldn’t he? They were in America, after all. No lights followed his voice. Lauralei was weak to the point that she couldn’t tell if he was human or something else. How long did they keep her asleep? Was it hundreds of years later again? It couldn’t be. The taste of the man’s blood from before was still in her mouth, sweet like nectar to a butterfly.

Lauralei grit her teeth, waiting for something to happen. And it did.

“Don’t worry, you didn’t go to sleep nearly as long as before. Less than twenty-four hours this time. Isn’t that a relief?” When he got no response, he continued. “Your name is Lauralei. You’re a vampire. You were born in the year 1693 to a rich family. Your mother died in childbirth, and your father’s name is Raphael. So far, is this information correct?”

“You tell me. You’re the one that needs to tell me everything you already know.”

“I am going to assume that means the information is, in fact, correct. Moving on—“

The man was interrupted by a door opening. Light flooded the room, causing Lauralei to flinch. “Head honcho is coming in soon. Hurry up with your questioning.” Lauralei got to see that the man questioning her had scars all over, as if he were in some kind of war. When the door closed, he resumed.

“How long were you asleep?”

Lauralei hesitated before answering, “Ninety-six years.”

“Why did you go to sleep?”

“I can’t remember.”

“Why did you go to sleep?” His voice was firmer. “I know you remember. We’re trying to get you out of here quickly. Just cooperate.”

Lauralei glared at the black space where she knew he was. He was wearing some kind of glasses that no doubtedly allowed him to see in the dark, whereas, contrary to popular beliefs, she was unable to. "I was told it was necessary for me to survive."

"By who?"

"I never caught his name."

"What did he look like?"

The door opened again, but this time the lights in the room all popped on at the same time. "Damn!" Lauralei snapped. "A little fucking warning might be nice, asshole." She kept her eyes shut until she was sure she was able to adjust to the new amount of light, and when she opened her eyes, there was a new man sitting in front of her, just a few feet away. He had a quiet aura about him that Lauralei couldn't quite decode. They stared at each other for a while, up until Lauralei figured out how to untie her hands from behind her. "Tell your minions to tie better knots," she muttered, rubbing her wrists now that they were released. She didn't plan on attacking this man. She couldn't even tell what he was - human, demon, vampire, werewolf. Her senses were far too dull, and she felt exhausted.

She looked back at the man, wanting to know why else she was here. She knew many reasons why she could have been captured... but didn't dare speak of them unless directly asked. Now, she just waited for this man to begin speaking.

ooc: I'm hoping this is pretty simple, in a way. It doesn't really matter why they captured her, and we can both talk about it in PM if you wish. I just wanna get an RP going. Obviously I need you to play that guy, but he doesn't have to be your main character if you don't want him to be. This is going to be mature. I need a *male* main character. Doesn't matter what kind of being he is. Your character doesn't have to be sappy-sappy-huggy-lovey, but I don't want him to be some kind of serial raper or something, either. PM me if you have any questions or wanna talk about a possible plot (:

- *** Lauralei recently woke from a near-century slumber. She is unfamiliar with today's world, and unacustomed to how she should defend herself with such new technology. Upon being captured by some kind of scientists, they practically know more about her than she knows about herself. But why was she captured in the first place, and why do they need to know so much about her?

[Pascal]

I think Melanie sounds cool. Let's chat about Abnormally Unexpected!

[Areawin]

Sure ;] I PM'd you about it.

[Areawin]

Bumpity-bump-bump-bump! Just so you guys know, Abnormally Unexpected has been taken. I don't mind doubling RPs at all, so if you're still interested, feel free to PM. All the others are still open! ^_^

[Mr Odin]

"Abstract Understanding" sounds like it has the potential to be interesting, we should talk about where you would like to take it, I'll send you a PM. I would be lying to you if I said I had much experience with 1X1 stories but these stories of yours were recommended by a friend of mine (hats off to Pascal) and my interest has been piqued. Feel free to check out my writing style to see if it is what you are looking for. The forum RP’s I’ve had a hand in, of which I have done a couple, are in my signature block.

[LeighaMoscove]

messaged you about the one I want

[Areawin]

Thanks for replying! Hopefully I'll have some more up soon. I hate having to repeat ideas over and over and over again. I'll PM the both of you soon (: