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I'm Batman...
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I am just another run of the mill nerd who likes to kick ass and raise a few virtual zombies online. I like pirates, whales, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, necromancers and above all anything to do with the ocean. I am up for almost any kind of roleplay, with the aim to not make any grammatical errors or to BECOME THE OVERLORD OF SUPER POWER NEVER TO BE DEFEATED BECAUSE I AM SO UNDENIABLY AWESOME! Oh and did I also mention...
I'm Batman..
Haha...Yeah..MESSAGE ME! I'm fucking hilarious and always willing to try out new rp's!
Just KIDDING!
I am just another run of the mill nerd who likes to kick ass and raise a few virtual zombies online. I like pirates, whales, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, necromancers and above all anything to do with the ocean. I am up for almost any kind of roleplay, with the aim to not make any grammatical errors or to BECOME THE OVERLORD OF SUPER POWER NEVER TO BE DEFEATED BECAUSE I AM SO UNDENIABLY AWESOME! Oh and did I also mention...
I'm Batman..
Haha...Yeah..MESSAGE ME! I'm fucking hilarious and always willing to try out new rp's!
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Hey Ya'll,
So I have an idea for a roleplay that I have been pondering for a while and I was hoping to find a guy who's over 18, can write moderately well, and has some time available to join me. The roleplay would be set in modern times, maybe in either Europe or North America, anywhere really. The world runs normally, but as the title suggests, there is a heavy increase in demonic activity. More people than ever are being led to demonic possession and the only real resistance to this issue is the exorcists. The exorcists are a rare group of people that have sold their souls to the devil for selfish, sinful or even prideful reasons but have decided to use their dark gifts as a means to save humanity. Who better to kill a demon than a demon? The dark gifts that exorcists in this world have been given is that they can summon demons, and command them to fight, and kill other demons through death gates. Most exorcists are skilled fighters, mostly men and in there 40s to 50s. Although there are exceptions. The problem is in this world they are going extinct. They are having a tougher time to defeat demons and an underground group of Satanist witches and warlocks who use evil magic are banding together to pick off exorcists so that the apocalypse can come sooner.
Now as for our characters. I was hoping to play a feisty femme fatale named Zelda who is on the younger side of being an exorcist. She's 23 and became an exorcist when she was 7. So the exorcist community knows about her but does not know what the fuck a seven-year-old would sell her soul for, so she is a bit of a community joke and isn't regarded highly in the field. Inevitably the start of the roleplay will be her getting caught by a group of Satanists who are just on the verge of killing her when she summons a demon that is strong enough to slay them. Now, this demon is different, high class, a big baddie. Leader of hell type of shit. He isn't the devil, but he's close enough to him that he could be a second cousin. haha. Anyway, Zelda's down, on the verge of death, she can't get this guy back into the gate so she does the only thing she can do. She binds him to her. He can't go back to hell but he can't survive on the earth without her. If she dies, he falls to god's grace, and god as merciful as he is...don't take too kindly to demons. So from there, the story begins.
I need a demon boys. You can make him however you want. You want a raging warrior demon cool! You want a seductive lustful bad boy, oh I'm down with that. Heck, you want a petulant famine crop destroyer, be my guest. Your choice. Main point of the story, we work together to figure out what the hell is happening to the world, how to defeat the Satanists and often or not getting Zelda a slice of pizza. I like action, swearing, romance, and blood so who wants to RP with me?
P.S. Gotta be over 18, gotta be a dude, and gotta be okay with some dark/religious content. Now I won't be killing someone's grandma, but I might tell her to fuck off.
-;p
P.P.S I am also interested in playing the demon if the exorcist part would be more preferable! PM if interested!!!
So I have an idea for a roleplay that I have been pondering for a while and I was hoping to find a guy who's over 18, can write moderately well, and has some time available to join me. The roleplay would be set in modern times, maybe in either Europe or North America, anywhere really. The world runs normally, but as the title suggests, there is a heavy increase in demonic activity. More people than ever are being led to demonic possession and the only real resistance to this issue is the exorcists. The exorcists are a rare group of people that have sold their souls to the devil for selfish, sinful or even prideful reasons but have decided to use their dark gifts as a means to save humanity. Who better to kill a demon than a demon? The dark gifts that exorcists in this world have been given is that they can summon demons, and command them to fight, and kill other demons through death gates. Most exorcists are skilled fighters, mostly men and in there 40s to 50s. Although there are exceptions. The problem is in this world they are going extinct. They are having a tougher time to defeat demons and an underground group of Satanist witches and warlocks who use evil magic are banding together to pick off exorcists so that the apocalypse can come sooner.
Now as for our characters. I was hoping to play a feisty femme fatale named Zelda who is on the younger side of being an exorcist. She's 23 and became an exorcist when she was 7. So the exorcist community knows about her but does not know what the fuck a seven-year-old would sell her soul for, so she is a bit of a community joke and isn't regarded highly in the field. Inevitably the start of the roleplay will be her getting caught by a group of Satanists who are just on the verge of killing her when she summons a demon that is strong enough to slay them. Now, this demon is different, high class, a big baddie. Leader of hell type of shit. He isn't the devil, but he's close enough to him that he could be a second cousin. haha. Anyway, Zelda's down, on the verge of death, she can't get this guy back into the gate so she does the only thing she can do. She binds him to her. He can't go back to hell but he can't survive on the earth without her. If she dies, he falls to god's grace, and god as merciful as he is...don't take too kindly to demons. So from there, the story begins.
I need a demon boys. You can make him however you want. You want a raging warrior demon cool! You want a seductive lustful bad boy, oh I'm down with that. Heck, you want a petulant famine crop destroyer, be my guest. Your choice. Main point of the story, we work together to figure out what the hell is happening to the world, how to defeat the Satanists and often or not getting Zelda a slice of pizza. I like action, swearing, romance, and blood so who wants to RP with me?
P.S. Gotta be over 18, gotta be a dude, and gotta be okay with some dark/religious content. Now I won't be killing someone's grandma, but I might tell her to fuck off.
-;p
P.P.S I am also interested in playing the demon if the exorcist part would be more preferable! PM if interested!!!
Hey!
I definitely would love to do a slice of life or a fantasy rp if your up for it. I'm fine with groups or 1x1 as well! :^D
I definitely would love to do a slice of life or a fantasy rp if your up for it. I'm fine with groups or 1x1 as well! :^D
BUMP! Haha don't know if you are looking for someone for your 'Chaotic Order'rp, but it looks awesome and I would love to be in it!
Can I get a bump!
Come on ya'll. I don't bite! Bump!
Bump it!!!!
Harley ate quietly unaware of his lingering eyes, or lustful thoughts, her mind fully fixed on the delicious food in front of her. Family recipe indeed. God, it was good! When he commented on her cat issue. She giggled despite her situation, enjoying the fact that...Antonino, so he had told her, actually had a bit of humor. He gave a soft smirk and she gulped down some spaghetti. God those cheekbones and those arms. Why is evil always in a pretty package. She shuffled her legs, trying to get comfortable on her seat when he went into a discussion about her being confined.
She remained quiet as he explained his reasoning. His points were honestly fair. She would do anything to save Freddie, insidious little cuntbiscuit he is, and even though this guy has been treating her better than she would have assumed, she didn’t know him, and would probably find a way to screw him over in her favor. She wouldn’t go to the cops though. Going to those assholes to solve a problem for her, made her want to throw up. Her mother had the same bias towards cops, and after her time in prison, she had a whole new view of the system in general. She learned that the only person she could depend on was herself to solve her issues.
Suddenly, her thoughts were shut down when Antonino stood up and leaned over the table so that he could look at her dead on. His size made her want to lean back, but she held her ground, even when his lips just lightly grazed hers. She listened to what he said about another woman who betrayed his trust and how the dogs were in the process of eating her now. She shivered, fear filling her thoughts as her eyes widened. She gripped her fork tightly, unable to move before she could even begin to think heavily about what he just said, he gave her a quick peck, then sat back down.
'DID HE JUST? THIS ROMAN GOD JUST? DID HE? NO!!! DIDN’T HAPPEN...Made it up. He didn’t. Did he? What?' she thought quietly to herself. Her lips twitched as he sat back down, her green gaze remaining stuck on him as he returned to his food.
Her gaze continued for a few more moments, not sure what to say when she just blurted something out, “Pickles...call...Levowitz. I mean...I’ll call Mrs...Levowitz..about kisses..I MEAN I WILL CALL MISS LEVOWITZ….about Mr. Pickles.”
She gulped, “She can take care of him...for a few days...or weeks.”
‘What was that Harley? You hold your game together girl! This sexy...sexy man in front of you just made your favorite pair of denim jeans uncomfortable and now he’s eating his lasagna, and you are fucking up your words! He doesn’t want you like that anyway... BITCH! Who cares if he wants you like that. He said he just chopped up a lady, you idiot.’ She paused looking at him with squinted eyes, ‘Nah. That's not true. He’s just messing with you. Put you off your game. Scare you, enough to be obedient. Right? That makes sense! Finally reason!”
Harley calmed down, and scooted her spaghetti to the side before she stood up on the lower rung of her bar chair, her mind made up to attempt something. She leaned over to him, just close enough that if he looked the right way he could potentially see down her shirt. She looked down at his lasagna, then up at him her voice slightly husky, “Is she in the lasagna as well? Just want to know what kind of guy I’m talkin’ to. Somethin’ tells me…” She paused moving even closer to him, her green eyes challenging him as she whispered, “That you really know how to eat a girl right up?”
She bit her lip slowly before she quickly pulled back to her seat, taking up some spaghetti noodles for her mouth and slurping them down. She congratulated herself on her boldness. She wasn’t the prettiest girl in the room. Hell she wasn’t even the prettiest woman in the building, with a knockout like Miss Holloway around, BUT she would be damned if he was going to think that she was just another girl he could scare off. Even if he was the best looking guy she had ever seen. Olive skin, dark sinful eyes, cheekbones for days and she was betting a chest full of muscle. She couldn't be shy though, No Harley Hartford was a confident badass! Or at least she had to make him think that she was. She moved her eyes away from him reluctantly, as she took a few more bites of food, before changing her tone to something a bit more carefree, “So do you mind if I call my neighbor to look after my….pussy, Pickles, problem?”
She gave him a wide smile, before she blushed slightly at her joke, “Also...unless you want me to wear this for the next few…um...anyway...I’m gonna need some clothes, and maybe a toothbrush?”
She remained quiet as he explained his reasoning. His points were honestly fair. She would do anything to save Freddie, insidious little cuntbiscuit he is, and even though this guy has been treating her better than she would have assumed, she didn’t know him, and would probably find a way to screw him over in her favor. She wouldn’t go to the cops though. Going to those assholes to solve a problem for her, made her want to throw up. Her mother had the same bias towards cops, and after her time in prison, she had a whole new view of the system in general. She learned that the only person she could depend on was herself to solve her issues.
Suddenly, her thoughts were shut down when Antonino stood up and leaned over the table so that he could look at her dead on. His size made her want to lean back, but she held her ground, even when his lips just lightly grazed hers. She listened to what he said about another woman who betrayed his trust and how the dogs were in the process of eating her now. She shivered, fear filling her thoughts as her eyes widened. She gripped her fork tightly, unable to move before she could even begin to think heavily about what he just said, he gave her a quick peck, then sat back down.
'DID HE JUST? THIS ROMAN GOD JUST? DID HE? NO!!! DIDN’T HAPPEN...Made it up. He didn’t. Did he? What?' she thought quietly to herself. Her lips twitched as he sat back down, her green gaze remaining stuck on him as he returned to his food.
Her gaze continued for a few more moments, not sure what to say when she just blurted something out, “Pickles...call...Levowitz. I mean...I’ll call Mrs...Levowitz..about kisses..I MEAN I WILL CALL MISS LEVOWITZ….about Mr. Pickles.”
She gulped, “She can take care of him...for a few days...or weeks.”
‘What was that Harley? You hold your game together girl! This sexy...sexy man in front of you just made your favorite pair of denim jeans uncomfortable and now he’s eating his lasagna, and you are fucking up your words! He doesn’t want you like that anyway... BITCH! Who cares if he wants you like that. He said he just chopped up a lady, you idiot.’ She paused looking at him with squinted eyes, ‘Nah. That's not true. He’s just messing with you. Put you off your game. Scare you, enough to be obedient. Right? That makes sense! Finally reason!”
Harley calmed down, and scooted her spaghetti to the side before she stood up on the lower rung of her bar chair, her mind made up to attempt something. She leaned over to him, just close enough that if he looked the right way he could potentially see down her shirt. She looked down at his lasagna, then up at him her voice slightly husky, “Is she in the lasagna as well? Just want to know what kind of guy I’m talkin’ to. Somethin’ tells me…” She paused moving even closer to him, her green eyes challenging him as she whispered, “That you really know how to eat a girl right up?”
She bit her lip slowly before she quickly pulled back to her seat, taking up some spaghetti noodles for her mouth and slurping them down. She congratulated herself on her boldness. She wasn’t the prettiest girl in the room. Hell she wasn’t even the prettiest woman in the building, with a knockout like Miss Holloway around, BUT she would be damned if he was going to think that she was just another girl he could scare off. Even if he was the best looking guy she had ever seen. Olive skin, dark sinful eyes, cheekbones for days and she was betting a chest full of muscle. She couldn't be shy though, No Harley Hartford was a confident badass! Or at least she had to make him think that she was. She moved her eyes away from him reluctantly, as she took a few more bites of food, before changing her tone to something a bit more carefree, “So do you mind if I call my neighbor to look after my….pussy, Pickles, problem?”
She gave him a wide smile, before she blushed slightly at her joke, “Also...unless you want me to wear this for the next few…um...anyway...I’m gonna need some clothes, and maybe a toothbrush?”
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