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Replies will be coming out in a few days. Been down sick.
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"Fly you fools!"
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6 yrs ago
To everyone waiting on replies. They most likely will be out tomorrow or Saterday. I need to get a part for my computer!
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6 yrs ago
Sorry if replies are a bit slow. Dealing with a headache.
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Hello! I'm LadyRunic! But you knew that...

I love most types of Role Play, but by far my favorites are those that are well thought out and worked with. Especially when you can find a group you can work well with. I love books- So many books. It's a running bet that I will become buried under a pile of said objects one day... I'm a tad busy, and when an Rp really catches my interest I'm inpatient for posts. It's like reading a good book and getting stuck on a cliff hanger.

You can generally expect posts regularly once a week if not more.

I've RP'd for the better part of fourteen years, so I can honestly say I have some experience and I've developed the understanding of what I expect of a partner in a one-on-one or a group. I'm also the sort who will speak up and point out something if it looks off or forms a problem to me. I spent most of a year once stuck in a Voice Chat Rp that was hell on Earth, so I'm straight forward when I need to say something. I expect this in return from my Rpers and DMs. I want to improve my writing and love constructive criticism.

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Richard Laine


Location Sidewalk





What was life in the end of things? Richard mused over that thought as he absently noted the pain was a steady throb that got worse with every beat of his heart. It was a fleeting thing, something so easily snuffed out. These 'humans'... They were so easy to take his, his sister's as well. It bothered the assassin, though had he not done the same thing? Killing humans and mutant for money and resources?

But he had a damn good reason behind it! They too 'had a good reason', the Adder noted with a quiet chuckle that never passed his lips. His skin was growing pale as he considered the ramifications of his thoughts. He was the same as this OMEN to some extent. More he had been training Ayita to be the same. To be ruthless and a killer. Did he really want that for her? Defending herself and her loved ones was one thing, but reckless killing? He saw what it did to her. Always he believed her fear of those nightmares, of waking at night in anguish over her choices, would hold her back. Would that be enough though?

Ayita Dyrkin


Location Sidewalk





Ayita snarled and relented at Allison's notion. Richard was down, more however he was alive. Not dead, yet anyways. A sedative hit her as the younger Laine gave a wince. It wasn't from the pain. The pain she felt, but she embraced it and shrugged it off. When one felt their flesh tear and insides twist bullets were something like a deep cut. One that hurt but could be pushed to the side. Quiet and docile- limp- as they cuffed her with damnable metal links, the woman listened rather than spoke.

They would not care if Richard died. A fact she would make them pay for later. Her head ached as she fought the tranqulizer to remain aware and listen for any hint as to who these men were and a way to track them down later. She would pay them each a personal call if her brother died. Feral, she had called herself that, and it was true. She was so very similar to those wild children the difference being her powers had allowed her to maintain both mindset and remain 'human'. But was that good thing? All she desired now was her brother, and he was beyond answering.
Still accepting new people.



Rhys Asher



Location: His home




Of all the reactions that Rhys expected to get? A pillow being hurled at him and then exploding was not one of them. Already the boy was clammy and unconscious. It was luck that the boy had managed onto a bed. But that was all Rhys knew as a pink pillow slammed against him sending him back into one of the damnable beds. His head spinning as sticky blood slipped from a gash. Squeezing his eye shut, the Wizard cursed softly. "Cause the heart to beat steady and strong and air to breath!" The man snarled as he pulled himself to his feet. "Help the boy, damn you." The dangerous looking man stood, pressing a hand to his head. The fingers slowly turning crimson.

He didn't wait for another word as he shot a glare in the direction of the one who classified him as 'Mr. Butthole'. Baring his teeth in a menacing smile, Rhys gave a humourless laugh that made his head ache. "Worry about the boy. He's on death's door by some twisted soul. It's not of my doing, I was trying to undo it." He doubted they would believe him, but it was the truth. Something that seemed to count for nothing. "And considering I have blood coming out of my head, do I look okay?" The incredulous look on Rhys's face was one of sheer annoyance as he stared at the idiot boy. Was he a magnet for troubled children now?! It seemed he was attracted all the boys but the Apprentice he wanted to lure that dratted ExtraOrdinary Wizard to her doom! "I do not have time for this. Disappear, Reappear, Somewhere else, Take me there, Take me to My Home."

It was with luck that spell succeeded, though the scream of the other boy- Badger- as he appeared. "Badger. Quiet boy! Damn you, I've got a bad enough headache with this without your screaming!" The Wizard growled gesturing to his bleeding head. Sitting down heavily on the bed, he gazed into a nearby reflection and studied his missing brows. "Better brows than my life." The rogue sighed, "Disguise lift. Back to normal do drift." The man dismissed the Disguise as he looked to Badger. "How much do you- ugh= know about head wounds?" His face contorted with pain as he spoke.




Skaoi Silverveil




Location: Palace - Infirmity




Skaoi gave a sharp squeal of shock as Myrus lunged forward with the pink pillow, lobbing it at the Darke Wizard. It was a apt reaction, but still she winced at the sight of the bloodied man. She wanted to help, but she was more concerned with the boy that staggered to the bed. Torn between the Prince and the strange boy, her heart overrode her sense as she patted Myrus awkwardly on the arm and rushed to Tom Meadow's side. Laying a hand on his chest she felt his weak heart beat and gave a small gasp as Rhys popped out of the Palace.

"I... Who was that?" Casting a worried look at Becky she shook her head in her own answer. It did not matter right now, the boy he had brought was at Death's door and he needed pulling back. "Forgive me, Your Highness, but this boy walks in Death's Shadow and needs serious help. Madam Becky, if you would assist me? Perhaps we could pull him from the brink?" She gave a pleading look to the other doctor before setting about her business. Soon pulling away from the stable boy. Looking back at Myrus she gave her other patient a disapproving look. "Highness, pardon my rudeness, but please remember you are to rest. Hurling exploding pillows does not count as resting. Please excuse me for my harshness, if you would please?" The effect of her sternness being ruined by her timid and slightly terrified look.
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@Mister Thirteen Are you still interested in this RP? Asking due to the number of days.
@ca8e8ac I'm interested as I have a solid character idea of who I want to play. (If you want to go see her, she is in my 1v1 Interest Check under Mor'ann Arnhar.) Basically a Sith Acolyte who knows very little outside of her planet.

I would be very interested if we did it before the movies. Like around Star Wars the Old Republic or some other time. While I like the movies, I can't stand the latest one when they changed directors through. There were just things in it that bothered me. However, the past Legends I cannot argue against as they have been there longer.
Blood's Jewels

ā€œTerreille in Troubleā€



Faeril Ashkevron

Location - Ashkevron Residence in Askavi


"Someone who will mean your death." The frosty Healer stated firmly. Her nails drumming against the wood in unease. There had been two strangers in the tavern with her, knowledge a courtesy of Gen and his brothers. They were weak and would be little problem for her men despite both being Warlord Princes. The Eyrien males had trained long and hard to defend her and fulfill a dept that was long past paid. Now it was merely for their small family. Steepling her fingers under her chin, she gazed at the young Queen.

Fatima was not what she thought she would find. The woman was young and brash making the path she would walk all the harder. More than once Faeril had considered if what she was doing was the correct thing. Was it morally right to force the Queen to take the path to war? A path that would tear rifts in the Blood for the greater good? So that they might survive Dorothea's twisted influence. Hyall's grip on the Realm of Terreille had grown to a strangling hold. While some of the smaller and less... savory territories held to the Old Ways of the Blood. Dorothea was thorough in her planting and cultivating the corruption she spread. A thousand years Faeril had watched and it was only growing worse. The shorter lived races were the most susceptible and it was a wonder they remembered anything.

Her heart sunk in a painful pit of guilt and uncertainty. Whatever she was going to do, it would need to be done. Had to be done. Standing the tall Eyrien woman strode towards the door and opened it reveal the three brothers shamelessly listening at the keyhole. "Clean up what remains at the tavern. Do not let word be carried back that she came here. Unless..." Turning towards the Queen that would hold the strongest males in the Realm together, the Widow and Healer frowned. "Did you tell your entire Court where you were going? Or did you figure it out with the two you brought with you?" Gen remained a stone wall before her and his brothers moved off to gather their blades.

@Torack The upstart Queen paled as the shield shattered when Lucivar strode forward. Not aware she had taken a step away from the advancing Warlord Prince who was stalking towards her. The man was walking the killing edge if he hadn't already passed it, and she was on the side the blade would be facing. Sonya's hands shook as she realized the blasted Colten had released their hostage when the windows shattered. Glass flying everywhere, and a few shards nicked her otherwise unmarred skin.

But it was the Green Jeweled Hyallian who had the smartest of idea, slowly slinking away down the hall as he felt the stones shrudder. "Coward." Sonya thought but did not give it voice as she nodded mutely to the Eyrien Warlord Prince. "Get... Get out!" She demanded sharply, trying and failing to hid the shaking of her voice. Colten was unnerving her as well, his eyes were filled with a sick glee of sizing up an opponent. She had accepted his assistance with the idea- the plan to slip him close to the late Queen- due to his hatred of Eyriens, but Sonya now was feeling perhaps his hatred ran the border of madness. A uneasy feeling clamping about her stomach. This was not going to plan at all! Lucivar was supposed to yield to her! He was supposed to be hers!
Looking for StarWars 1v1
@LetsFly If you could PM the idea to me per the notice in the first paragraph of my post then I shall take a look at it.
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