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1 yr ago
Cataract surgery happening today...send good vibes/well wishes, please? I'll be back soon~
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4 yrs ago
Officially 27...getting closer to 30 xD happy birthday self!
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5 yrs ago
"In the darkest times, hope is something you give yourself. That is the meaning of inner strength." Uncle Iroh
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6 yrs ago
That moment when you plan an RP and get the first post up and then your partner deletes the OOC PM thread and doesn't answer... ~_~
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9 yrs ago
The moment when you're having a Disney movie marathon and you regret nothing. Not even caring that your parents are looking at you funny because your singing along ^^
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Enter at your own risk~


Hello, hello!

I'm Ari~ An adult who loves video games and my pup equally, I'm a dork who loves watching the shows I adore and then ranting about them until I get all my Feelings under control.

I'm a veteran when it comes to roleplay, I've been doing this long enought to know I'm better suited for 1x1's then Group Rps. My level is at the high causal to low advanced, once I get really into an RP its on my mind in a way that I don't mind. Feel free to send a PM with plot ideas or pairings, the most I can say is no thanks, which is rare and unlikely to happen~

Thanks for dropping by!


Discord: InsomniacAri

Most Recent Posts

@ViolentViolet I shall~ I'll bug you now, lol

I MISSED YOU!!!! <3
@ViolentViolet Been awhile huh? Hey Vi! ^^ This has my interest
Fingers twitching against her sides as the halls filled with students, Kyla took a deep beath. When the door open and students pulled in, her brows furrowed in distaste as several different smells filled the air. Perfumes worn by the girls, cologne and the natural musk-smell that clung to the males. Shaking her head, she moves to stand against her desk, arms crossing over her chest.

"Welcome to your first class. You'll address me as Professor Estonia, any nickname or use of my first name will result in extra homework. Now since it's the first day, why don't we scan through the packets my aid helped me staple before you arrived, shall we?" Her tone was soft but firm, her blue-green eyes scanning the students before falling to rest on the packet at her side.flipping it open to the first page, she his a smirk as the resonating sound of papers turning filled the air.

Hopefully this class will be easier then her other ones.




He was late.

That thought alone propelled him to move faster down the sidewalk. Jack cursed his luck as the school came into view, glancing down at his watch, he snarled softky at the numbers. He'd woken up to the sound of his alarm blaring and neighbor slamming on his front door. Gritting his teeth and slamming into the front doors, he made his way towards the first class of the year, hopefully teacher wouldn't notice him.

Today wasn't his day. The moment the door opened and he stepped inside, he felt eyes on him. GLancing up, he paused when a pair of green-blue eyes met his own hazel ones.

"Your name?" Were the words that startled him into blinking. The woman seemed relaxed, her back against the desk and left hand on her hip, he knew that she was anything but relaxed. He swallowed and ducked his head, a few chuckles reaching his ear, his nose twitching at the smell of coffee.

"Jackson Golden, Professor." Were the words that escaped his lips. A soft hum had his head jerking up, the woman had relaxed and a smile was on his painted lips.

"Good response Mr. Golden. I'll let it past this once, if your tardy again, you will face the consequences. Are we clear?" Her tone hadn't changed, the firm undertone had Jack nodding his head almost vigorously in agreement. The smile had him relaxing and turning to head to his seat, his own lips twitching into a smile when he spots Tim.

He accepts the coffee with a nod, setting his vag down before sitting. He peeks at the packet Tim has open, silently turning his own to the correct page. He glances up when their professor begins to speak once more, his sleepiness mysteriously absent as he takes in her words. Something about this person has his attention, a nervous energy running thorough his body, a subtle need to obey. He doesn't question it but makes a mental note to ask Tim who this person is, as well as go for a run after his shifts. @Love Dove
Saya Yamaha






Basic Information






Age:
13

Height and Weight:
5'4 (162.5cm) 112 lbs (50.8kg)

Home:
Village Hidden in the Peaks

Rank:
Genin

Family: Saya’s mother is the head of the Yamaha Clan, her father having been killed a few years back. The Clan is large but close-knit enough that anyone can ask the other about something, Saya being the second heir after her older brother.

Appearance:
Saya has pale skin and silver hair that she inherited from her mother. Her height and eye color the only features she received from her late father. She's thin but quick on her feet, a natural grace that seems common amongst the Yamaha females.

Skills and Weapons






Basic Skills:
She's good at cooking, her mother having taught her from an early age. She's learning to sew, though she doesn't have the patience for it.

Specialized Skills:
Water-clone Jutsu
Water-style: Fish spit
(More added later)

Weapons:
Kunai and a sword given to her by her grandfather.

Biography





History:

Favorite Memory:

Personality: She's calm and quiet. Though her family is a large one, she prefers to spend time with her grandparents, listening to their stories. She has a soft-spot for kids, they seems to migrate towards her. She's smart and when needed, will interject her opinion.
@Celaira I'll try to find pictures and such and have it up later <3
@Celaira Passed out last night with a post half written. I'll try to get it out later, sorry for the wait.
Kyla didn't glance up from the screen of her computer at the words or new arrival. Long fingers danced along the keys with grace even if she herself wasn't paying attention to them. Her eyes blinked and momentarily left the lit screen to focus on the other female, a twitch of her lips signaling a small smile.

"It would be best to avoid tardiness in the future. My name is Kyla and if you wouldn't mind stapling those packets to hand out to the kids? That'd help." She offered softly, her head tilted slightly as she lifted a hand and pointer towards the pile. Kyla had printed them out the night before, remembering to pack ten in her bag before her run. She'd barely managed to get up and dressed before her alarm rang, she hated the slight stiffness left after a long run. Fingers beginning to fly once more across the keys, she finished the noted she'd made and turned her laptop off. Rising to her feet, Kyla ran a hand through her hair and stepped away from the desk. The bell would ring and soon the sounds and smells of others would fill the hall. @Love Dove


Location: The beach
Interactions: Everyone, his mother by text messages




The headache he'd woken up with hadn't let up yet. A groan of both annoyance and defeat slipped Tom his lips as the boat continued to draw closer to the dock. The vibration of his phone drew his wavering attention from the tilting, slightly spinning scenery.

How are you? Were the words that greeted him. Victor rubbed his temples with his right hand, while his left began to type. He's been both surprised and cautious when his father had called him two days ago. With their busy schedules, his parents usually checked in every two or three days. He had talked to both of his parents and after that assumed they'd focus on work again, so the call had taken him off-guard. He'd agreed on the condition that they take care of Sirius for him and if he came back single, they'd atop pressing him to date.

Have a headache that won't go away. It started when I got off the plane. He texted back before focusing on the approachinf dock. His gaze swept across the sand and the people around him, the vibration of his phone going almost unnoticeable as he felt his shoulders relax. It wasn't like he didn't like dating, he'd had girlfriends and boyfriends equally. It was just different and difficult to trust another with his past.

He glanced down to his left wrist, nose wrinkling in distaste as the sun reflected off the metal of his medical bracelet. His mother had made him promise he'd wear it, Victor had agreed bit with a grumble and twitch of his jaw. He didn't detest it, he knew his limits and his pull schedule, it was his mother just worrying about him. He jerked forward and nearly toppled off the side of the boat as it suddenly came to a stop. Brown eyes blinked dazedly before focusing forward. Someone was talking and with more effort than was needed, he tuned into the man's words. He also noticed that people were introducing themselves, he felt a smile twitch his lips.

He raised his left hand, his phone slipping back into his jeans pocket. He took a deep breath and chirped his name out, wave of his hand and smile included. "Hey! Names Victor Wyatt but call me Vic. I hope we have a blast and make friends!" His headache temporarily forgotten, Vic moves forward as a few others do and exists onto the sandy beach. Hopefully they'd get food soon, he was starving, blinking when the man that had spoken easier handed him something, brien eyes scammed the words. Huh, he'd have a room? And a 'date' later? Joy.







Location: The beach
Interactions Her brother Enrique -by phone-, Everyone else




"Okay. You there yet?" Avira knew he was doing it on purpose. He'll she'd answered, so now she was stuck dealing with his randomness. She sighed and fondly rolled her eyes as she boat she and several others were on, moved closer to a beach.

"Yeah as a matter of fact. Now anything else?" She hadn't risen her voice, but the annoyed edge was clear as she spoke. Enrique chuckled softly over the line and hummed softly, something he usually did when teasing her. Avira hadn't known how to react when she found the plane tickets on her nightstand table. She had asked both her parents, her aunt and uncle, though no one wanted to tell her who had bought them. Avira found herself on a plane, going on a dating 'vacation' before she'd fully thought the situation through. Brown eyes darted away from the sand and towards a man as he began to speak.

Wait --they'd have rooms and were expected to start on dates?

Avira tuned into his words and blinked when a small card was in her free hand, a room number written across it. She focused on her brother, who was softly but firmly scolding by the sounds of it, her cats.

"You okay Av?" Avira blinks and glances at her phone screen, having momentarily forgotten she was in a cwll. She absently nodded, then cleared her throat when she realized he couldn't see it. She'd been hesitant to agree when Enrique had appeared at her door with a tray of breakfast and the tickets. Sighing softly, she runs tanned fingers through her long brown hair.

"Yeah, gotta go though. I'll text you later, En." She didn't wait for his response. She ended the call and slipped her phone back into her jeans pocket, the others were moving off the boat and she didn't want to get left behind. This was a present Enrique had told her, she'd make the best of it as she could. At the various names filling the air, she raises her own hand and offers a hesitant smile. "It's nice to meet you all. My name is Avira Mendoza, I hope things go well."
@Charnobylisk @Lady Amalthea Post coming up soon, my stepdad leaves on Tuesday, sorry for the wait and thanks for your patience <3
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