-Be at least eighteen
-No instant romance
-No godmodding
-No Gary Stues
-Do not take control of my character. People who do this annoy me to no end. If you absolutely need to make her do something for the sake of your post, just ask if I'm okay with it. Otherwise, just don't do it.
-Make sure that I can understand what you wrote. I'm on this site to rp, not to decipher a mess of grammar, spelling and punctuation errors.
-Don't just stop responding. If you're no longer interested or won't be able to respond for a while, just let me know and I promise that I won't bite.
-Try to post at least two decent paragraphs and we're good.
-One reply a day is good to me, but multiple replies a day are wonderful.
-No instant romance
-No godmodding
-No Gary Stues
-Do not take control of my character. People who do this annoy me to no end. If you absolutely need to make her do something for the sake of your post, just ask if I'm okay with it. Otherwise, just don't do it.
-Make sure that I can understand what you wrote. I'm on this site to rp, not to decipher a mess of grammar, spelling and punctuation errors.
-Don't just stop responding. If you're no longer interested or won't be able to respond for a while, just let me know and I promise that I won't bite.
-Try to post at least two decent paragraphs and we're good.
-One reply a day is good to me, but multiple replies a day are wonderful.
Originally, I had no name. No story, no identity, just nothing. I was just a device with a function. A feminine AI, to be exact. I was programmed to clean, and it was what I always did, the only thing I knew. The house I was meant to clean was a mansion, owned by a rich man.
My story started when I gave myself a name. Erica. It was a simple name, but it appealed to me. I never told my name to many, and even fewer used it, but regardless... I had something of my own, and I believe that I felt a feeling that you humans call happiness because of such a small, seemingly unimportant fact for the first time.
The next part of my story was when I discovered something... A passion. Something I wasn't programmed to do, but something I enjoyed and desired to do. It felt odd at first, all of those feelings slipping into my harddrive. I knew I would never be allowed to do what I loved. That training room was not meant for me at all, and many of the devices were expenspive. But I couldn't help it, it made me feel alive. So I trained in secrecy, at night, when the owner of it all was asleep.
And then I met you. We were never supposed to meet. You were an introduder getting into the mansion, to get something nice to steal and sell. But what you found was something, no someone else. You heard a sound, checked it out and saw me there. But instead of leaving, you stayed. You even returned the next night, and we talked. I often asked you to tell me about tour adventures as a thief. They were exciting and wonderful to me. And the more I listen to your adventures, I start to realise that training isn't enough anymore. I want an adventure of my own.
My story started when I gave myself a name. Erica. It was a simple name, but it appealed to me. I never told my name to many, and even fewer used it, but regardless... I had something of my own, and I believe that I felt a feeling that you humans call happiness because of such a small, seemingly unimportant fact for the first time.
The next part of my story was when I discovered something... A passion. Something I wasn't programmed to do, but something I enjoyed and desired to do. It felt odd at first, all of those feelings slipping into my harddrive. I knew I would never be allowed to do what I loved. That training room was not meant for me at all, and many of the devices were expenspive. But I couldn't help it, it made me feel alive. So I trained in secrecy, at night, when the owner of it all was asleep.
And then I met you. We were never supposed to meet. You were an introduder getting into the mansion, to get something nice to steal and sell. But what you found was something, no someone else. You heard a sound, checked it out and saw me there. But instead of leaving, you stayed. You even returned the next night, and we talked. I often asked you to tell me about tour adventures as a thief. They were exciting and wonderful to me. And the more I listen to your adventures, I start to realise that training isn't enough anymore. I want an adventure of my own.
If you're interested, please let me know!
