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Interested...does my chara pic have to be anime?
Hey I didn't see your post until now. PM if you're still interested
Hey I'm interested in your style and what you're looking for. Not sure which type of rp though.
Question, am I right that when you are referring to a canon character it is the character already made in fandoms where as OC is your own made up character for that world?
Question, am I right that when you are referring to a canon character it is the character already made in fandoms where as OC is your own made up character for that world?
What sort of Mafia rp and what characters do you play?
Posted! ^^
Freedom was grateful for the invitation and accepted it from Catherine. She had been having issues with the group of people she had been living with recently and was already thinking of places she could rent on her own. Her eyes kept wandering over to Seasmus as they walked. She found him quite fascinating and new he had stories to share of where he came from. It was so unusual to see someone unaccustomed to the ways of the city. But what fascinated her the most was his story of escaping a lab. She had never heard of any Shifter doing this. What lab did he come from? Maybe he could get them inside and with Jean's expertise infiltrate the compound, setting it a blaze as a warning. A smile played across her lips as she thought about setting a testing fascility on fire.
She followed Catherine in to her home, looking around at the decorations and placement of the furniture. It was warm and cozy and absolutely perfect. After a moment Freedom turned to Catherine and said "it's great here, so comfortable and much warmer. Thanks for the invitation." She took a seat once Catherine had set the room for them, kicking her shoes off and crossing her legs together up on the couch. After Catherine introduced herself she followed suit."My name is Freedom. I shift in to a Maned wolf and I'm originally from Brazil." Her accent could be heard as she spoke. "Like you Seamus, I have noticeable Shifter features. My teeth" she opened her mouth and pointed to her long sharp fangs "and this" she continued, turning where she sat and lifting her shirt. Running down her back could be seen the trail of her fur coat following her spine. After a moment of showing them she turned back and lowered her shirt. "So yeah, uh I have to be careful. But not as careful as you Seamus!" She exclaimed, waiting for him to take off his jacket and reveal himself fully.
Then voices could be heard. It seemed to be Catherines mom and...and she heard Jeans voice too. Maybe they met at the gate? With a deep inhale, Freedom could smell the food Jean brought and her mouth was already watering.
She followed Catherine in to her home, looking around at the decorations and placement of the furniture. It was warm and cozy and absolutely perfect. After a moment Freedom turned to Catherine and said "it's great here, so comfortable and much warmer. Thanks for the invitation." She took a seat once Catherine had set the room for them, kicking her shoes off and crossing her legs together up on the couch. After Catherine introduced herself she followed suit."My name is Freedom. I shift in to a Maned wolf and I'm originally from Brazil." Her accent could be heard as she spoke. "Like you Seamus, I have noticeable Shifter features. My teeth" she opened her mouth and pointed to her long sharp fangs "and this" she continued, turning where she sat and lifting her shirt. Running down her back could be seen the trail of her fur coat following her spine. After a moment of showing them she turned back and lowered her shirt. "So yeah, uh I have to be careful. But not as careful as you Seamus!" She exclaimed, waiting for him to take off his jacket and reveal himself fully.
Then voices could be heard. It seemed to be Catherines mom and...and she heard Jeans voice too. Maybe they met at the gate? With a deep inhale, Freedom could smell the food Jean brought and her mouth was already watering.
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Dactrin looked between Tychus and Tris as they argued in silence, hands working furiously, their emotions clearly showing through their faces. He was pretty sure he knew what was going on but he could only assume he was missing some details. He stayed quiet, not wanting to interfere between the two as they argued in such an odd way that, if it weren't for the uncomfortable circumstance, might have been a bit comical. SLAP! Dactrin took a step backwards, eyes wide with surprise as he saw Tristan let loose on Tychus' face. Her anger had reached it's pinnacle point and he could see this was not the first time he had put her in a situation like this. Dactrin watched helpless as Tristan was so fired up she was going in for round two. He wasn't about to stop her but Sierra defineitly did as she grabbed Tristan's wrist when it was raised in the air and about to come down on Tychus again.
When Sierra called for Beau's help he immediately complied, moving his large frame between Tristan and Tychus. "Tristan calm down" he said cooly in his deep voice, looking up to her and ready to set his gaze upon her for feelings of calmness and relaxation. But as soon as he came forward to help mediate Tristan was already retreating, pulling away from Sierra and the group to make her exit. Beau glanced to Dactrin to see how he was reacting. It was clear from his distance stance he didn't want to get involved; how very typical of him.
On her way out Tristan finished with a word to Dactrin "...Sorry Dactrin, I guess I was wrong… I’ll meet you outside and we’ll head down for breakfast…”
Dactrin watched her leave. He didn't even have a chance to offer to calm her down as she whirlwind from the moment to exiting the room.
Unsure of what to do next, seeing as he didn't sign, Dactrin looked to Tychus and was about to leave when Tychus held up his finger in a motion for him to wait one moment. Dactrin waited and watched as Tychus pulled out a pad. After Tychus finished and showed Dactrin his note, Dactrin read it carefully, the last bit showing his attitude that Tristan seemed to be battling with. He didn't care though, his curiosity was strong enough to still desire that conversation with him. Sometimes the best were known to have difficult nature's. His dad was known for his own stubbornness in the community despite his respected skills.
Dactrin knew one ASL message: thank you. He learned it when he was younger. He looked to Tychus and nodded with a small smile. He raised his thumb for an "okay" signal then raised his hand up to his chin, bringing it down to sign "thank you". He would take Tychus up on that offer later. For now he was still hungry but more importantly he wanted to be there for Tristan. If she needed to vent more he would be there for her. He gave a small wave to Tychus then turned to leave.
Beau shook his head and looked to Tychus. He didn't know sign language and he didn't speak telepathically so he looked to Tychus with intentions of making eye contact to inflict intense feelings of remorseful guilt upon him. If he managed to make eye contact to do this he only held the painful emotion for 30 seconds before turning away. "Let's go then" he said to Sierra, leaning against her, tail wrapping around behind her in hopes to comfort her.
Beau walked outside of the room and looked for Tristan, hoping she hadn't gone off to eat without him. When he saw her just in the hall he smiled with relief. She seemed to be engaging with another girl and her daemon. He waited for the right moment then stepped forward, placing his arm around her shoulder. "You ok?" he asked, making it clear he was there for her. "I think some breakfast might make you feel better." he glanced to the girl. She didn't seem like she was quite sure of where she was. He wasn't sure if Tristan had already offered her but he knew the feeling of being alone and confused in the school so he made the friendly gesture to offer her to join them. "We were going to grab a bite to eat, if you want to join us?"
When Sierra called for Beau's help he immediately complied, moving his large frame between Tristan and Tychus. "Tristan calm down" he said cooly in his deep voice, looking up to her and ready to set his gaze upon her for feelings of calmness and relaxation. But as soon as he came forward to help mediate Tristan was already retreating, pulling away from Sierra and the group to make her exit. Beau glanced to Dactrin to see how he was reacting. It was clear from his distance stance he didn't want to get involved; how very typical of him.
On her way out Tristan finished with a word to Dactrin "...Sorry Dactrin, I guess I was wrong… I’ll meet you outside and we’ll head down for breakfast…”
Dactrin watched her leave. He didn't even have a chance to offer to calm her down as she whirlwind from the moment to exiting the room.
Unsure of what to do next, seeing as he didn't sign, Dactrin looked to Tychus and was about to leave when Tychus held up his finger in a motion for him to wait one moment. Dactrin waited and watched as Tychus pulled out a pad. After Tychus finished and showed Dactrin his note, Dactrin read it carefully, the last bit showing his attitude that Tristan seemed to be battling with. He didn't care though, his curiosity was strong enough to still desire that conversation with him. Sometimes the best were known to have difficult nature's. His dad was known for his own stubbornness in the community despite his respected skills.
Dactrin knew one ASL message: thank you. He learned it when he was younger. He looked to Tychus and nodded with a small smile. He raised his thumb for an "okay" signal then raised his hand up to his chin, bringing it down to sign "thank you". He would take Tychus up on that offer later. For now he was still hungry but more importantly he wanted to be there for Tristan. If she needed to vent more he would be there for her. He gave a small wave to Tychus then turned to leave.
Beau shook his head and looked to Tychus. He didn't know sign language and he didn't speak telepathically so he looked to Tychus with intentions of making eye contact to inflict intense feelings of remorseful guilt upon him. If he managed to make eye contact to do this he only held the painful emotion for 30 seconds before turning away. "Let's go then" he said to Sierra, leaning against her, tail wrapping around behind her in hopes to comfort her.
Beau walked outside of the room and looked for Tristan, hoping she hadn't gone off to eat without him. When he saw her just in the hall he smiled with relief. She seemed to be engaging with another girl and her daemon. He waited for the right moment then stepped forward, placing his arm around her shoulder. "You ok?" he asked, making it clear he was there for her. "I think some breakfast might make you feel better." he glanced to the girl. She didn't seem like she was quite sure of where she was. He wasn't sure if Tristan had already offered her but he knew the feeling of being alone and confused in the school so he made the friendly gesture to offer her to join them. "We were going to grab a bite to eat, if you want to join us?"
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Well it's evening here now so for you it must be Good Morning, right? ^^
“Laura!” Marcus yelled, and then again, “Laura!?”
Shay heard the distant cries of a man and turned her head slowly to see Marcus looking around the wreckage. The man looked as scared as she was, or perhaps that was in her mind. Either way a wave of comfort washed over her as she finally realized she wasn't alone. It didn't matter who he was she just needed to know she wasn't the only survivor. A whimper escaped her tightened throat, fresh tears falling down her cheeks again. When he came up to her she wiped her face slowly, in haling deeply to get composure.
“Can you walk?” he asked, kneeling down by her side at the palm tree.
Shay nodded weekly then finally made herself speak. "Y-yes, I can walk."
“There could be others in the plane. You've gotta help me, ma'am,” he said, extending his hand to the brown-haired woman.
Shay took his hand quickly and without hesitation, using his support as she came along his side to look for others. Her eyes fell upon the plane that still had portions of it burning and a fear crept in to her mind on whether or not the plane was in a position to explode from what it had gone through. She wasn't sure if the plane was unstable or not but they had better make their search and rescue efforts fast.
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Ben groaned softly as he gathered himself from the fall. He was simply glad to be out of his seat and feeling the blood rush back throughout his body. He heard a woman call out. “Are you okay over there?” she asked, her voice far from steady. “Hello?” She called out right after his fell down so he could only assume she was talking to him. He was glad to hear another person. "Hello!" he called back, slowly getting himself to his hands and knees. "Yes, yes I am ok I think, thank you" his French accent evident when he spoke. Ben heard her voice from behind so as he brought himself to his feet he turned around to look for her, his eyes falling upon Maya. "Are you ok?" he asked back, beginning to make his way over to her. He stepped on something soft and slipped, losing his balance. He caught the side of a seat and balanced himself, straightening as he took a hold of his balance. He looked down to see what he tripped on and saw a man clearly not moving, mostly covered in blood. He had stepped on him, in his blood, his shoe covered with the thick, wet liquid. "Oh God" Ben muttered, clasping his hand over his mouth. He looked back up towards Maya. "We need to get out of here" he called out to her.
“Is someone there?” Matt asked, yelling. “I'm alive.“please help me! I'm up here!”
Ben glanced behind him where the sound of Matt's calls for help were coming from. He looked back to Maya, and began making his way over to her, reaching out his hand to help her. "Let's go help him out." Behind Maya a groan issued from the floor and under some debris where Jack lay half awake. Ben looked to the source of the groan. "Can you see if that person is ok? Let's get them out of here as fast as possible. I'm going to help the guy at the front, he sounds like he could be hurt badly." Matt's frantic calls brought Ben forward, his hand held to his bruised side. He tried to look straight ahead, avoiding contact with the floor or the sides where many people lay unmoving and clearly not alive.
“Hey!” Matt yelled again, voice hoarse and raw, “we're alive! We're in here, help us!”
As Shay and Marcus got closer to the plane they began to hear some voices from within. Matt's frantic calls for help were most notable. Shay looked to Marcus then jogged as best she could with him the rest of the way until they entered the part of the plane still in tact. Shay went left while she let Marcus go right or where ever he decided to go. She moved towards the sound of the frantic voice, limping to favor her ankle but quick enough. She came to Matt to see him upside down in his seat, obviously stuck as he was unsuccessfully jerking at his seat belt. His face was red as blood must have been pooling there for awhile. If they weren't fast he might pass out, get brain damage, or worse. "Hey" she called to him, reaching up to touch his arms. "Hey we're here. Just hang on and we'll get you down." She looked around the plane for anything sharp. Her heart pounded in her chest as adrenaline began rushing through her system. After scavenging the floor she came across a piece of the plane that broke and left itself as twisted piece of metal detached from wherever it was originally supposed to be. She carefully grabbed the least sharp side and raised it up to start cutting at his belt. "Hey, you better hang on or uh, make a good jump for it because once I cut this belt gravity is taking over, ok?" She then proceeded to start rubbing the piece of metal against the belt, the choppy edge making a slow but efficient effort in stripping the thick fabric of Matt's belt. When Shay was half way through Ben had come forward, picking up pace when he saw Shay. "Hey!" he called to her, bringing her attention from over her shoulder. "Hey, let me help you." He came to her side and looked to where Matt was sitting and the seat next to him. The woman did not look so good. "Hold on" he instructed Shay. She paused as Ben spoke to Matt. "You're going to hurt yourself badly if you just fall down. Can you un clip that woman's belt and take her straps?" He asked. He knew the request would be hard as she was clearly dead and dripping blood from her massive wounds. Ben looked to Shay "you will need to step aside to let the woman fall before resuming." He looked back to Matt. "If you can grab her seat belts around your wrists it will help alleviate your fall, trust me." He looked to Shay who was staring in horror at the woman bleeding and clearly not alive, then looked back to Matt waiting for his decision and if he would follow his instructions.
Shay heard the distant cries of a man and turned her head slowly to see Marcus looking around the wreckage. The man looked as scared as she was, or perhaps that was in her mind. Either way a wave of comfort washed over her as she finally realized she wasn't alone. It didn't matter who he was she just needed to know she wasn't the only survivor. A whimper escaped her tightened throat, fresh tears falling down her cheeks again. When he came up to her she wiped her face slowly, in haling deeply to get composure.
“Can you walk?” he asked, kneeling down by her side at the palm tree.
Shay nodded weekly then finally made herself speak. "Y-yes, I can walk."
“There could be others in the plane. You've gotta help me, ma'am,” he said, extending his hand to the brown-haired woman.
Shay took his hand quickly and without hesitation, using his support as she came along his side to look for others. Her eyes fell upon the plane that still had portions of it burning and a fear crept in to her mind on whether or not the plane was in a position to explode from what it had gone through. She wasn't sure if the plane was unstable or not but they had better make their search and rescue efforts fast.
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Ben groaned softly as he gathered himself from the fall. He was simply glad to be out of his seat and feeling the blood rush back throughout his body. He heard a woman call out. “Are you okay over there?” she asked, her voice far from steady. “Hello?” She called out right after his fell down so he could only assume she was talking to him. He was glad to hear another person. "Hello!" he called back, slowly getting himself to his hands and knees. "Yes, yes I am ok I think, thank you" his French accent evident when he spoke. Ben heard her voice from behind so as he brought himself to his feet he turned around to look for her, his eyes falling upon Maya. "Are you ok?" he asked back, beginning to make his way over to her. He stepped on something soft and slipped, losing his balance. He caught the side of a seat and balanced himself, straightening as he took a hold of his balance. He looked down to see what he tripped on and saw a man clearly not moving, mostly covered in blood. He had stepped on him, in his blood, his shoe covered with the thick, wet liquid. "Oh God" Ben muttered, clasping his hand over his mouth. He looked back up towards Maya. "We need to get out of here" he called out to her.
“Is someone there?” Matt asked, yelling. “I'm alive.“please help me! I'm up here!”
Ben glanced behind him where the sound of Matt's calls for help were coming from. He looked back to Maya, and began making his way over to her, reaching out his hand to help her. "Let's go help him out." Behind Maya a groan issued from the floor and under some debris where Jack lay half awake. Ben looked to the source of the groan. "Can you see if that person is ok? Let's get them out of here as fast as possible. I'm going to help the guy at the front, he sounds like he could be hurt badly." Matt's frantic calls brought Ben forward, his hand held to his bruised side. He tried to look straight ahead, avoiding contact with the floor or the sides where many people lay unmoving and clearly not alive.
“Hey!” Matt yelled again, voice hoarse and raw, “we're alive! We're in here, help us!”
As Shay and Marcus got closer to the plane they began to hear some voices from within. Matt's frantic calls for help were most notable. Shay looked to Marcus then jogged as best she could with him the rest of the way until they entered the part of the plane still in tact. Shay went left while she let Marcus go right or where ever he decided to go. She moved towards the sound of the frantic voice, limping to favor her ankle but quick enough. She came to Matt to see him upside down in his seat, obviously stuck as he was unsuccessfully jerking at his seat belt. His face was red as blood must have been pooling there for awhile. If they weren't fast he might pass out, get brain damage, or worse. "Hey" she called to him, reaching up to touch his arms. "Hey we're here. Just hang on and we'll get you down." She looked around the plane for anything sharp. Her heart pounded in her chest as adrenaline began rushing through her system. After scavenging the floor she came across a piece of the plane that broke and left itself as twisted piece of metal detached from wherever it was originally supposed to be. She carefully grabbed the least sharp side and raised it up to start cutting at his belt. "Hey, you better hang on or uh, make a good jump for it because once I cut this belt gravity is taking over, ok?" She then proceeded to start rubbing the piece of metal against the belt, the choppy edge making a slow but efficient effort in stripping the thick fabric of Matt's belt. When Shay was half way through Ben had come forward, picking up pace when he saw Shay. "Hey!" he called to her, bringing her attention from over her shoulder. "Hey, let me help you." He came to her side and looked to where Matt was sitting and the seat next to him. The woman did not look so good. "Hold on" he instructed Shay. She paused as Ben spoke to Matt. "You're going to hurt yourself badly if you just fall down. Can you un clip that woman's belt and take her straps?" He asked. He knew the request would be hard as she was clearly dead and dripping blood from her massive wounds. Ben looked to Shay "you will need to step aside to let the woman fall before resuming." He looked back to Matt. "If you can grab her seat belts around your wrists it will help alleviate your fall, trust me." He looked to Shay who was staring in horror at the woman bleeding and clearly not alive, then looked back to Matt waiting for his decision and if he would follow his instructions.
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