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I am a 29 year old male. It has been a while since I posted to this site, but I want to get back into it. I enjoy RPing fantasy mostly, with some interest in Sci Fi and certain fandoms. I am more likely to maintain an RP if my partner is skilled in RPing and posts at least once every few days. I have an active imagination and tend to post casual to advanced. I am looking forward to RPing with many different people, and I thank you for taking the time to read my bio. :)

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Black and Red, but mainly black. Interested in a Harry Potter RP.
Interested, am also wondering about when an OOC will be up. I already have an idea for a character and am eager to try it out.
(I'm sorry I haven't replied in a while. I think I'm going to have to drop this RP because my living situation has changed and I won't be able to be on as often, so I'm only keeping a few of my active RPs. I'm sorry to leave you hanging like this, but I'd rather cut it off cleanly than try to continue and leave you waiting all the time.)@Kirra
Casper was far more prepared this time for the electricity that would come from the whip. He tensed his muscles and clenched his teeth together just before the electricity coursed through his body and Keith's. He wouldn't want to bit his tongue with his sharp teeth. That might cause serious damage. His attacks were landing, but they just weren't doing enough damage. He just wasn't used to fighting an opponent who didn't go down after his regular attacks got through. He was holding one arm, his cat like eyes fixed on Keith, his claws twitching with the remainder of the electricity leaving his body. He spoke in a low, growling voice, his body half hunched over. The anger was gone from his voice and manner, replaced with a steely seriousness that was almost even more frightening, though the others might not have picked up on it because they didn't know him very well yet. This was how he got when he believed his opponent was an actual threat. It meant that he was no longer holding back. Though the others might not know it, all thought of this being a mock fight was now gone from his mind, his sense all completely focused on the destruction of the threat.

"I'll admit, you are more formidable than I originally took you for, North. I think it's time for me to stop playing. You'll regret making me get serious." There was no trace of humor in his voice, only the cold, calculating, intense stare of a beast deciding how to make the killing pounce on it's prey. He stared at North for a long moment, then suddenly he doubled over, as if in pain, though it actually didn't hurt, but was simply uncomfortable. His arms flew out straight, his clawed fingers curling viciously and his face hidden by his hair. Thick and coarse, but sleek and shiny black fur erupted all down his arms and legs, laying flat against his body, the hair on his head receding into the new fur as pointed ears sprang from his head. He fell to his knees, and suddenly two extra feet burst from his sides, as if spat out fully formed from his stomach, then quickly his hands, feet, and the new feet all melted into the small, but deadly clawed feet of a big cat. Out from his shoulders grew the two long tentacle like appendages, snaking their way out from his shoulder blades slowly, like snakes emerging from the grass. His body stretched to accommodate all of these new parts, his muscles rippling as they grew to the size of his powerful beast form. His face stretched at the same time, his teeth filling up his mouth even more and his nose and mouth becoming the muzzle of a big cat as his tail crept from behind him. Finally his form was complete, both the transformation and the finished product frightening to behold, though it took only about 10 seconds for the entire thing.

He circled Keith, like a beast stalking his prey, his feline eyes wary and focused entirely on his opponent, then suddenly he was three feet to the left of where he'd been, but closer to Keith, then 6 feet to the right of that and closer, his form running as he teleporting, his claws extending as suddenly he was to the side of Keith, slamming the man to the ground and raking him with his massive claws, the full weight of his powerful muscles and large body behind the attack.
@BlackCat I'd be interested in hearing your character's feedback on all that is going on with my character's fight with Keith. Also, how was your orchestra trip?
I understand that Keith is his idol, but that still doesn't explain why he thought that Keith was only half right. after all, if he believed everything he said then wouldn't he think that I was a werecat and not think that Keith was only half right?
Casper had thought that Keith might capture some part of him in the whip, but the electricity caught him completely off guard. Though his claws found their mark, the electricity coursing through him caused him to howl in pain, and he was too dazed from it to avoid having his face bashed by Keith's knee. He glared intensely up at the man, his eyes locked onto the man's eyes while he held his nose, which was bleeding. A low snarl came from his throat and he spat at Keith, all of his good humor seeming to have been jolted out of him with the electricity. He was now out for blood.

"You're going to regret that, you maggot!" His eyes were full of hate now, but his mind was still sharp as ever. He dodged the katana and whip strikes, his movements even more catlike as he was now completely on all fours, his shoulders hunched and his legs bent at an almost unnatural angle, his eyes still focused on the target before him. Suddenly, as Keith came towards him, he was no longer where he'd been a moment ago, the katana and Keith's full weight crashing into the space he'd left, as he'd seemingly disappeared the split second before the katana and whip would have rended his flesh. Those watching would have noticed a moment later that he was now behind Keith, his teeth bared as he leapt on the man's back, his claws seeking to dig into the man's flesh and tear at it.
@Polaris North So, I was wondering why your character already seems to know what species my character is. After all, Keith thought werecat because of my half transformation, so why does your character only think he's half right?
Umm, yeah. Mistype. I'll fix it.
Casper was outwardly relaxed, but his mind was entirely focused on his opponent. When the slashes from the katana and the strike of the whip came, he sprang suddenly into action, his reflexes perfectly timed. He leapt out of the way of the katana strike with ease, then side stepped the whip, his grin growing more wild. It was almost feral now, wide and tooth, and if one looked closely, they would notice that his teeth were now pointed as well. The hair on his head that was normally rather wild looking, yet laid generally flat, was now rising, as if a charge of energy was flowing through it, like the hackles of a cat. He dodged the two following strikes as well, stepping quickly to avoid them at the last second, getting a little bit close each time he dodged. Then Keith dropped into a defensive stance, his whip swinging through the air above his head with rapidly growing speed.

Now Casper's features were even more animal like. His eyes were no longer the same sharp green, but the pale green of a cat, and his nails were suddenly longer and sharp. like claws. His feral smile had not faded at all and he spoke through the grin, his eyes locked onto his opponent. "Oh yes, I'm enjoying this very much. It's so much fun to play with new toys." He didn't listen to what the man was saying about the whip. He wasn't concerned. He sprang forward, but he didn't run like a human, but low to the ground, staying on his feet, but occasionally using his hands as well as he got in low and struck out with his sharp nails at Keith's middle.
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