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    1. Cherrywitch 8 yrs ago

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Recent Statuses

7 yrs ago
Current Will be absent this weekend!
7 yrs ago
I’m. Bored. No. Role plays. Kill. Me.
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7 yrs ago
If anyone needs someone for their rp, hit me up! I’m lonely... ;-;
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7 yrs ago
Wooo! Nothing like coming back from a hiatus!! I’m pumped!!
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7 yrs ago
Why does all my roleplays just die at once?! Whyyy?! If anyone needs a member for their RP, hit me up please!
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Bio

Hello!

So, my name is Cherrywitch, but call me whatever! (Cherry, Cher, Cherry-kohai, it's pretty open.)

What's your personality?
I consider myself fairly laid back, and a lot of people like me for some reason. I'm highly sarcastic and well... Weird. I kid around a lot and love to play. I can be awkward and pretty confusing at times, but I'm very imaginative and friendly! However, I'm sort of a 'dandere.' I'm really shy, even virtually, so you kind of have to come to me first if you want to chat or something. Heh, sorry about that. ^^

What do you like?
ANIME.
Yes, I am a weeaboo and proud. I'm addicted to anime and especially love the comedy ones. I'm also a gamer chick, and my favorite video game is Mortal Kombat because it was the first I ever played. I also have a strange liking towards mythology, especially from Asia.

How are you roleplay-wise?
I am a fandom/fantasy role player for the most part, but will also play futuristic topics if they interest me or dark-themed modern roleplays.

I've been on other rp forums before, so I kind of know the ropes. I'd consider myself an average writer. I write at my worst about four sentences and at my best four paragraphs depending on my mood and what I'm given to respond to. My grammar could be better, but it's pretty decent in my opinion. I play both 1x1 and group, and I'm always open for new roleplays! If you're interested in me joining one, don't be afraid to ask, I won't bite... Maybe just a nibble. :3

Sadly, I can't be on too much, what with real life and all. If I do get on, it should be about 2 hours during school days and twice that on weekends.

(Yes this is my intro post. Did I forget to mention I'm incredibly lazy? Whoops.)

Most Recent Posts


@Arthanus Ah I’m sorry I forgot, it’s fixed. ^_^
@Arthanus
@Metamore Lol hey, let your little shipping brain do what it desires, my friend.

@OliveYou Technically Raph has healing as well, but he’s just too embarrased acting tough to use it.
@Metamore Well, my little tsundere Raph was already badly injured, so I couldn’t keep him fighting, but it’s true endurance may be needed.
Tell me if the attack was too overpowered, but Raph is unconscious until the fight wraps up.

His strange power boost is not something he can control (for now), and the cause of it is a mystery (until it’s revealed later) hue hue hue...
What... why am I...?

The pain Raph was experiencing sent shocks up to his brain, making his next movements clumsy. His head was pounding, reeling so that his vision was beginning to blur into an indistinct haze of color and battle. He swayed slightly, stumbling to keep his footing as his weakened head tilted to stare at his bleeding arm. The blood seeping out of the large gash and dripping onto the ground was such a beautiful crimson color, wasn’t it? With emerald leaves and beautiful petals breaking through as well, the new blossoming buds seeming to push the gash open wider. Raphael just stared, blankly, everything moving in slow motion like someone had slowed down the world. The edges of his sight began to dim, as small voices echoed in his head, giggling and scratching.

Get... get out of my head! He shouted silently at the little shadows, who merely cooed in response. The internal conflict was not reflected in his blank and dead expression besides a twitch in his eyebrows, gaze still fixated on the beautiful red blood.

Deafly, as if through a bad microphone and hidden under static ringing, Raphael picked up the roar of the beast. Im supposed to be fighting. I can’t stand back, I can’t, I can’t... But his own thoughts were buried under the wicked shadows mumbling in his head, the madness creeping over. Creatures of the light were sensitive enough to these things, but they gain a certain kind of advantage when the sanity of the person is barely hanging on.

Raph outstretched his good hand, it numb to his body and attempted to force another manifestation of light, only receiving weak flickers. His face took on a confused and almost frightened expression, it clearly cut off by a giant shadowy paw slamming into his side and hitting him against the wall under a window.

The fae boy collapsed, eyes blurring and darkening. I can’t... just rest. Frustration filled him at his weakness, closing his golden eyes finally as his body lay under the stream of sunlight pouring in through the glass.

”If anything just remember... the sun is your strength.

Suddenly, the blonde boy had found away onto the beast’s back, eyes ablaze with the kind of fire they always held, but this one was fiercer and deadlier. Raph had almost taken on a whole different personality, a burst of adrenaline that was unheard of for a mere human. He was muttering something vaguely, glaring down at the beast as if they were the only two on a stranded battlefield. In his offhand, a gigantic sword of light formed slowly, larger and much sharper than previously seen by the boy. It was hard to say this was even Raphael anymore at this point, as he brought the blade down in a clean sweep. Off came the bear’s arm, it howling in pain as Raph dismounted, eyes harsh and cold, that of a hardened soldier who’s been through many a wars. This definitely wasn’t the same Raph from earlier.

The gigantic arm came down with a thud on the ground, accompanied by splatters of the ink like blood and screeches of agony from the bear monster. Raph stared blankly, lips tightened into an aggressive downturn of the corners of his mouth. He took a step forward, as if readying another attack, but suddenly fell forward face first onto the ground— fast asleep. Some of the younger students dragged him off quickly away from the front lines, the muscles in his face loosening into the gentle expression of resting. The strange outburst was certainly unusual and almost frightening, but it had contributed a great amount to fully taking down the monster. It really does make some wonder, though, where that unusual power came from such a small young boy...

@OliveYou
The pale boy tried to hide a frown at his partner’s joking comment, half expecting Jackson to take pity on Sphera’s social phobia. Well, he was stuck with the decision now. Sphera began to fidget even more, anxiety clouding his head. What if I actually do faint? That would attract so much attention... The weapon was a few moments away from tearing his sleeve from nerves.

Suddenly, Sphera was no longer scared and trembling, his heart had stopped a moment as his orange eyes widened through the smoke drowning him. His ears rung from the explosion, but he could just barely make out Jackson’s command:

"Sphera, let's go. Can you retreat those spikes? We need to keep them alive, if possible."

A sickening grin cut open on the once timid face, eyes sharpening with pure blood lust. Hehe. I’ll smash them to bits..

His body glowed pure white, including the chain around his neck. Said links shot out and curled around his meister’s forearm, the vague form of his body morphing into the shape of the huge wrecking ball and falling heavily into the ground, the spikes retracting almost ruefully into the shiny silver metal. Sphera’s soul image appeared in the reflection of the ball, smiling wickedly through his dark curls. ”Ready when you are...”

@Agent 47
But it’s already canon in all our hearts...
Sphera visibly winced at the mention of simply “enjoying the city.” Unlike his meister, the ball and chain was far from a socialite. The boy was frightened of social interaction and crowds, both of which were unavoidable in the outside world. Though he wouldn’t mind browsing alongside Jackson, it was the others who surrounded them that Sphera wished would disappear for a day. Sphera shuffled uncomfortably, twisting the broken link at the end of the chain around his neck thoughtfully.

It worried him too... Was he holding Jackson back? His antisocial nature really barred his meister from going out. Though Sphera has insisted on multiple occasions for Jackson to go out on his own without the luggage of his awkward weapon, the green haired boy was simply too kind hearted to leave him behind. But then, if Jackson didn’t have many friends, that must certainly mean it was Sphera’s fault, wouldn’t it?

The dark haired boy clutched his arm with one hand, muttering out quietly. ”... You... want to go out. So, we should do that.” It was almost painful to say. Outside?! Around people?! Strangers?! Having to talk to them?! Sphera almost made himself light-headed. It’s for Jackson. And, I’ll just hide behind him anyways. I most likely won’t be noticed. He thought in a meek way to comfort himself.

@Agent 47
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