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6 yrs ago
Current Creativity is severely lacking the past few weeks. I apologize. Will be getting replies though, fear not!
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6 yrs ago
To all my partners, I'm sorry i haven't been replying as quick as I normally do. I will be getting responses out today though.
6 yrs ago
My God it's depressing when things just die. Well, time to go searching! :)
6 yrs ago
Not feeling so hot today my loves... I'll get those I owe replies to... replies tomorrow.
6 yrs ago
@shamrocknroll: You are welcome lol
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Bio




I am a 29 year old female who is comfortable playing as a female. I am working on my males though, and welcome opportunities to play them as my main character.

Like most people of age, I'm no stranger to mature things, and welcome those as well. And like most people, I do have my limits. Drugs, alcohol, abuse, death, gore, sex, are all fine to me. Not a big fan of smut or rape, furries, wierd kinks, things of that matter. Also, please don't take control of my character unless I've given you permission to do so. A big pet peeve of mine.

As far as posting goes, I'm normally available Mon-Fri from about 7-4. Should something come up and I'm going to be away for more than a day or two, I try to let my partners know beforehand. It's just polite. During the times I'm on, I can post several times, and my post lengths vary. Depending on where we are in the story, and what's going on, I can write from 1 to sometimes 7 or 8 paragraphs. Although, like other players, I like quality. Also, I'm kind of a grammar and punctuation Nazi. Please don't let this scare you off. Some things I can overlook, everyone makes mistakes, and that's understandable. I post from a phone, so my autocorrect tends to think differently than I do sometimes lol.

Uhm... I'm not real sure what else to put other than I'm not a big slice of life kind of girl. I have a family and live life everyday. I don't wanna live another day to day life in here. Take me somewhere else!! Give me interesting characters. I love romance, action and explosions, guns and monsters, sci fi and aliens, mystery... things of that nature. Fantasy is ok with me, as long as it's not real high.



(Don't have to be exact, just ideas we could work off of)


The Mummy (Brendan Frasier)
Anastasia
The Long Kiss Goodnight
Descent
Aliens
I, Robot
San Andreas
Pandorum
Robin Hood (Russell Crowe)
Gladiator
Harry Potter
Mulan
Beauty and the Beast (I know, I know)
Aladdin
The Little Mermaid
Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters




Princess/Knight
Scientist/Experiment
Scientist/Alien
Assassin/Assassin
Assassin/Target or Witness
Werewolf/Human
Werewolf/Werewolf
Werewolf/Vampire
Queen/Traveler
Queen/Knight
Soldier/Soldier
Soldier/Citizen
Detective/Killer
Detective/Detective
Mental Patient/Mental patient
Mental patient/Doctor
Rich widow with child/Bodyguard
Almost anything involving pirates


(More to come)


Most Recent Posts

@Dread Yep! That's where the username comes from lol

And thank you dearie :D
In STASIS 6 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Delilah's eyes took in everything. After the nightmare she had, she was glancing at everything. Oddly enough, everything still felt off. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but it was a feeling. She pushed it to the back of if he mind though, feeling as though she were being ridiculous, and tried to remain relaxed.

As ion as they entered the elevator, Delilah watched which buttons the nurse pressed, and to which floor they were going to. She watched the elevator doors close, shifting in her seat anxiously. Small spaces. She hated them. It was at this point, the lights began to flicker. Delilah looked up, her brow wrinkling in fear. And then, that God awful ringing sound started. Delilah clenced her eyes shut and covered her ears as quick as she could. Again, her attempts at keeping the noise out of if her head were useless. It just continued to screech and ring, Delilah crying out, begging it to stop.

When it finally did, the lights stopped flickering, and Delilah slowly uncovered her ears. She felt tears burn her eyes as she opened them, fear racing through her body. Whipping around as much as she could to see if the nurse was still there, she whimpered. She wasn't. When she turned back around, the elevator doors were gone. Her jaw dropped a bit, and she inhaled a skow, deep breath, holding it. Something was going to happen. Something was going to pop out or show up like it had last time. This was no dream. It was happening again. It wasn't a dream. What the hell was going on?!

Delilah released the breath she had been holding, and slowly pushed herself out of the chair.


I also forgot that my character wasn't accepted yet... and that's why I posted... apologies. My mind is all over the place
Dahlia pulled the reigns on her horse, making him slow to a stop. She looked around, her eyes narrowed, as if it would help her see further. To her right, there were voices, and a ship had just docked. Many of the men were unloading cargo off of the boat, while others left and went into town. Parting the horse's neck and rubbing it encouragingly, she tapped his sides, making him begin walking.

She let her eyes wander over the working men, what their cargo was... she was nosey. "Excuse me," she called out to any of them men that would respond. And she got a response alright. Whistles and derogatory remarks. "Yeah, thank you," she said with a roll of her eyes as she began moving forward again. "Pricks," She mumbled to herself. So, she continued in through the docks until an came upon the town. Without stopping, she walked through, her eyes searching for a place to grab a drink. A drink, drink.

When she finally found it, she tied the horse up outside and walked in. Pulling her hood back, Dahlia' s eyes scanned the room. She took a deep breath and walked up to the bar. She plopped down in a seat and rested her elbows on the bar, burrying her face in her hands. Dahlia groaned softly before pulling her hands down and tapping on the bar. "Excuse me," she said with a warm smile, trying to get the bar man's attention. "A drink that's strong, and food that's warm. I'm not picky," she stated with a smile.
Wow! I totally forgot about this. I'll get a post up as soon as I finish eating lunch :)




"Why don't we play a game of cat and mouse?"


Age:
32

Gender:
Female

Power Descriptions:
No powers

Skills:
Hand to hand combat
Cooking

Personality:
Evelyn isn't one of those mercenary types thats always hard and cold as stone. She loves to laugh and have fun, make jokes and is sarcastic as Hell. However, when she's out in the shit, she's more level headed and rational. She hates taking orders from anyone she doesn't trust... And her trust isn't so easily given away.

Biography:
TBR

Likes:
Music, sweets, the smell of gun powder, liquor, dancing, smoking

Dislikes:
Obnoxious people, beer, injustice, bugs that fly

Fears:
Complete darkness, failing, heights

Weaknesses:
The innocent, children, domestic animals

Theme Song:
Having trouble with this part right now. I'll get one up as soon as I can :)
Hmm... I may jump in on this. It seems quite interesting :)
Sorry it's short... kinda having an off day today
Call couldn't help but smile at Shaggy's description of the man. She had to agree though. He wasn't very spooky at all. If anything, he was quite odd, and entertaining. Apparently, her and Maggie had the same thoughts, because they both looked at one another, both with a single eyebrow raised. A mystery? No one even knew there was a mystery. At least she didn't. Calla picked up the few bags she had and continued on, following the rest of the gang. The more this guy spoke, the more interested she became.

They all had turned after hearing a man calling out to a woman he had known for a while. He was ecstatic, while she seemed in an endless daze. That was, until she picked The the man up, and threw him. Calla' s has had dropped open and she stared at the scene in disbelief. The man landed at the gangs feet, then practically scampered off. Calla tilted her head and raised her finger, mouth open, as if she were about to say something. She decided against it though, and closed her mouth, watching as the woman led a line of... equally dazed followers. Calla nodded her head to the man's question. It was clear, she was already intrigued, and ready to get to work.

Would they all work together again? The thought made her smile and her heart skipped a beat. Maybe.
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