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    1. mamagermany 11 yrs ago

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8 yrs ago
Current It's for everyone's own good that I've been away, because I've been a nightmare to deal with the past two months.
8 yrs ago
*basks in your attention*
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8 yrs ago
Sometimes I remember my school is frequented by pretentious, self-important fuckwits. And then I get sad.
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8 yrs ago
Finals stuff is about to come up. Responses will be sporadic.
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8 yrs ago
If my partners could not talk about the politics with me - I want this site to be my escape, and my thoughts about it are my business.
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Not actually a mom nor German

Not a memelord. More like a memebaroness.

Pretentious theater student, especially if you let me get myself started.

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If he's figured out his powers to any degree, that'll make things much more interesting. And/or worse for him if he manages to take her off guard and piss her off. That's always a good time.

I love your signature.
The terrain began to break apart from beneath him as he ran down the mountain. Rock split above his head and shards began to fall down the hillsides and into dark caverns. On the other side of the mountain, a pit had been forced open from the rock, descending down so deep and dark that no bottom could be seen. Slowly ascending from this pit was a woman-like creature, pale as the snow-capped peaks around her, sharp black streaks crossing her face and lips, eyes an alien shade of blue, white hair to her waist, and barely clad in white leather. Compressed bundles of wrought iron crossed her shoulders and hung from her hips. Snow lightly falling from the sky melted several feet above her bare skin and the droplets evaporated away as soon as they made contact.

She looked slowly about her, over the mountain and towards the distant horizon. The grey clouds billowing around the mountain blocked the lands below from her view. Everything she could see was grey, cold, rocky, and, she noticed very quickly, devoid of any creatures that might hold her precious light. To her knowledge, the light had never been bestowed to a rock.

But all she had to do was follow the scent of it. When she took a breath of this earthly air, at first there was no trace of it. The wind could have blown the scent this way and that. But, taking another breath, it was definitely there. The scent of the light lingered on the tongue, sweet and clear. She was in the right place, certainly. She took a few steps to the west - every step she took melted the ice in the ground, scorched the dirt, and left singed footprints - and it became stronger, just by a whisper. That was all she needed. She began to walk west, looking closely and carefully everywhere in her sight for any movement. She was in the right place after all.

( @NecroKnight )
I may be a baby, but I am everyone's mother. Everyone's my children. You're my child. Several more of my RP partners are my children. My former roomate who's older than me is my child. Apathetic Mom, that's me.

Though I'm dreading tonight's Shakespeare class, which is four hours of Titus Andronicus, the most cheerful of all Shakespeare's plays, and knowing my school, most of that class time will be spent talking about why the two villains, who were directly responsible for at least three deaths and one rape, are the real victims. Goody goody. I'm tired of this current trend of trying to make every single villain into a victim. Like, one villain is black and the other is a woman, therefore they're victims of society and that's completely why they killed three people and got a fourth raped. Nah man, society didn't force them to do that shit. Those characters should be treated as indivduals with their own autonomy and ability to make their own decisions.

Perhaps it is good enough. I was thinking it was a bit threadbare. But maybe you're right, I can figure out more about him as I write him.

Edit: oop, just killed a fourth person

Edit: in case you were wondering, a grand total of 14 people got killed
After resisting it for a long time? Is that what you mean by long trip?
96.

That's what's so great about theater classes. The material is never truly dull, even at its worst.

Now I think my weak links are Kilroy, and, of course, Bela. It's really driving me crazy how even after having come up with him like a month ago, I still have really no ideas for what this guy's story is. And that's weird because I usually kind of love doing bios.

Hopefully so.
So I'm curious, I had a few ideas of the direction to take this in in the interest check. I know it's early, but in your mind, where do you see this going?
Her period of rest was over. "Summon the sorcerer," she ordered her henchman. As he strode off towards the exit, she headed deeper into the recesses of the room. She pulled a dark, feathered cloak off a peg in the wall and clasping it around her shoulders. She began to follow where her servant had one before, waking down the cavernous halls, past bowing guards, until she entered the great hall, supported with obsidian pillars and dangling red glass chandeliers looming over her head.

Two figures approached her from the shadows - her servant, carrying a chest, and a figure bent over, shrouded in a robe.

"My empress," he rasped.

"Gamigin. The end of one thousand years approaches. A being hosting a power of pure light will soon appear on the surface." Her servant laid the chest on the ground before her as she spoke, opening it to uncover a scratched, misshapen crystal orb. "You are going to locate it, as you have so many times before."

"It would be my honor, my liege," the sorcerer croaked, drawing his hood back and kneeling at the chest.

She watched hungrily as he dragged his old, decrepit hands over the crystal, summoning a glow from deep within it. The sorcerer grunted and groaned, prying at the crystal, and it began to glow fiercer and twist around in its setting. It spun faster and faster. It began to spark. Sparks fell to the floor, but they didn't singe.

He halted the orb in its stead and gazed into it. "I feel the light... coming strong here, stronger than anywhere else on the surface. I see... someplace cold... someplace grey.... where mountains climb towards the sky... covered in snow... a lone creature... I see the light within this creature."

Her light was alone on the mountains? This would be as easy as ever. Cold and grey wasn't her forte, but that was of no matter. She snapped to command her servant's attention. "Ronove. Fetch my wings. I'm going to break the surface apart."

Minutes later, the first tremor hit.

( @NecroKnight )
Yeah, I'm good. We can do the commentary here.
There is a realm that exists beyond human comprehension. A realm exists under the dirt and rocks of the surface world. A realm dark and hot, dotted with pools of magma, stalagmites that stretch for miles, and seemingly endless fields of ash. A realm that inspires the earthquakes that tears the ground apart beneath ones feet and volcanoes that rain hellfire down from their skies.

At the center of this realm was a fortress, a massive castle of writhing, twisted iron and blackened stone. The building was a behemoth, with metal-clad guards at every arched entryway and high walls and vaulted ceilings inlaid with red glass. At the center of this castle was a creature, reminiscent of a human female, starkly white against the dark stone and metal. She was reclined on a chaise of red satin, watching out from a balcony over the smoky, dimly red landscape.

Steps of a single being echoed on the stones behind her. Not until they approached her did she sit up for her visitor. A short, male-esque figure bowed to her, speaking from a dark, cracked face.

"My empress."

"Do you have something to tell me?"

The visitor looked out the same balcony his mistress was looking. "My empress, we are nearing the end of our calendar's cycle."

"Oh, is it that time of the millennia already?"

"You remember what that means."

"Of course I remember what that means." She stood from her chaise, strutting towards the balcony. "Some creature from the surface will soon discover the true extent of some pure light crap that resides in them."

He nodded. "So you have been thinking about it."

She glared around the landscape before her, frowning intently. "Subjects have been caught digging at the walls, trying to escape. That's unacceptable. But that surface creature's power might get rid of all that. Perhaps that power could fortify my walls. No one leaves my realm without my permission. I'd hate to think that I'm getting lazy with that message." She turned towards her henchman. "I'll have to begin hunting this creature down, very soon."
Everyone one thousand years, a random human is gifted with an immense power of holy light that has the capacity to heal and the capacity to destroy. And every one thousand years, the demon empress of the underworld walks the earth's surface to hunt down and kidnap that human to use their powers for her own purposes. What that human does is up to them.

Perhaps the human tries to master their powers before the empress drains them and fights back. Perhaps they attempt to escape the underground and return to their home above. Perhaps they align with the creatures of the underground and helps rebel against the empress's plans. Or perhaps they align themselves with the empress for their own survival, get on her good side, with a chance to rule an entire realm by her side. No matter what they choose, it's going to be a dangerous game.

  • I am playing the empress, along with several other demonic supporting characters.
  • Both males and females are accepted. Romance with either is perfectly okay to me.
  • Romance is kinda preferable, but there's gotta be plot and chemistry.
  • 18+, for the possibility of sex and the higher possibility of violence. Pretty sure there's gonna be violence.
  • I want to play this in the threads, but PM is fine too.
  • I've been RPing for about seven years, and as such I'm at a high-casual low-advanced level. To make sure my partner and I will be compatible, I'm asking for a writing sample. Quality is more important than quantity, so I don't care if you can't do ten paragraphs per response. But getting mostly short, passionless replies really puts a damper on my inspiration. I can't give much more than I'm getting, if you see what I mean.
  • I'm online fairly often, so I'd love a partner who could respond at least once a day. I have the capacity to be a speed poster.
  • Making friends with my partners is important to me, so talk to me OOC! I love it!


I think that's about it. PM me if you like any of the ideas or would like to propose any more.
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