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Hello~ My screen name is LadyTale, but you can call me Tale. You can also call me Chaos, if you wish. There's a bit of a story behind that nickname, but it's not one I'm likely to share. It would take too long, anyway.

I'll participate in many genres of RPs, but there are a few I avoid. Some of my favorite genres are fantasy and action/adventure, although I also like sci-fi and romance, up to a point.

I read a lot of fanfiction. An almost ridiculous amount of fanfiction, actually. If there are any fandom RPs out there for the fandoms I'm interested in, I'll most likely join.

In conclusion, I am Sherlocked, a member of Loki's Army, a Whovian, and an anime lover.

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Humans think that the world has been freed of supernaturals. They think that the Earth has been wiped clean of fantasy creatures. They think that sentient non-humans were wiped out during the Dark Ages.

They're wrong.

The supernatural beings have been hiding among them for decades. The banshee, the kitsune, the werewolves, the shapeshifters, the elementalists, and so many more; if they can blend in with the humans, they're still alive. Unfortunately, any creature unable to assume a human form has either died or gone into hiding in the few wild, unexplored places in this world.
We're going to find them. We, those who were able to take a human guise and hide in plain sight. We will find the few remaining fantasy creatures and strike back against our human killers. We will create a place for ourselves, free of human taint. And if the humans try to fight, if they will not leave us in peace, we will terminate them. We will do whatever it takes to live in peace and freedom.
However, until we can band together and fight, we will have to be careful. It's almost impossible to tell a supernatural apart from a human - by sight, at least. Not all of us have the keen senses of a werewolf. Our freedom will be hard won, but we will do it. Though it take use a year, ten, a hundred, we will not fail. We cannot fail.

Give us freedom, or give us death; we will accept nothing else.

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So, our characters will just live for a while, then slowly begin to find each other. Then, when we have enough supernaturals who know each other, we can start the plot written above.

What d'you think?
@Happy Go Lucky You still here? I'm waiting for you to post.
"Right, then!" Ten moved to stand by his wibbly lever. "Donna, come in here. If this works, I'll need you in here so we don't mess up our time stream any more than we already have."
Donna walked back into Ten's TARDIS, taking a precautionary grip on the railing. "Ready when you are, Spaceman."
"No." Ten answered Clara, somewhat puzzled. "The TARDISes of one of my past selves and I merged. That was my fault, really. I was rebuilding the TARDIS, forgot to put the shields back up, and snap! One TARDIS, two different voyages in the same time stream, an unprecedented collision, and we almost caused the end of the universe." At the end of his short speech, he had a huge grin on his face. "Oh, that was fun."
"Somehow, I don't think the method I used last time will work this time." Ten pointed out. "If only because our TARDISes haven't merged."
"... it just doesn't make sense, Donna." Ten was pacing around, and Donna was leaning against one of the coral struts, arms crossed.. "The last time I ran into myself, we almost caused a hole in the space-time continuum the size of Belgium. We need to get this sorted out, and fast."
Death observed the other demons quietly before choosing a room at random. Oddly enough, it was decorated with dark colors, and the bed frame was made of ebony wood. Closing the door, he locked it and settled down on the bed to try to talk some sense into Morana. It would take quite some time.
Ready!
They had fought many demons before; the wolves didn't need Lysander's directions. They knew what to do. Leaping at the demon, Lysander snarled, showing off his teeth before sinking them into the demon. Due to the rather painful distraction Nero created, he was able to grab onto the demon's shoulder, bringing it down with his sheer weight. That was what the pack had been waiting for. Once an enemy was down, they all rushed in for the kill. The screaming demon was buried under a total of eight wolves, and then the screaming stopped. One of the wolves had hit a vital point: the demon was dead.
Pulling back from the kill, the wolves watched it warily. Was this the real one? Or a decoy? They had to be sure. Lysander watched it closely, waiting for the obvious signs. The corpse stayed where it was; it was real. If it was not, it would have shimmered and then exploded into black smoke. Lysander raised his nose to the sky and howled in victory. Answering howls arose from four other parts of the city, some quite close. Now that the hunt was over, the other wolves would rejoin the pack.
Lysander shifted smoothly from wolf to human, standing up as he did so. His wolf skin, draped over his shoulders as always, added an air of menace. "Why are you here?" He asked bluntly. "This was my hunt. My pack and I don't need help." He spit out the word help as if it was a curse. "We were doing fine without you."
Where is he... Myrran looked around the Osaka street where she currently stood. It had been a while since she last saw her son, and she didn't have his sense of smell, so she couldn't track him that way. "I probably should have thought this out better." She said aloud, a slight, disappointed frown on her face. "Oh, well."
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