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Life is kicking my ass right now.

Appologies for being flakey, but the past 6-8 months have been very... Difficult to say the least.

If you're interested in a role play send me a PM. I will no longer be doing large group Roleplays. Only small group or 1x1's. I also cannot garuntee how often or how much I will reply as I am rusty and I often get very busy with two jobs and as a full time college student.

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Cordelia Chasten - "CC"


Age:
Eighteen Years Old

Appearance:


Year Of Education:
12th- Senior Year

Favorite Subject:
Human Anatomy and Physiology

Personality:
TBR

Background:
Born to a alcoholic father and a crack whore of a mother, Cordelia lived her childhood in fear of her abusive father's drunken rage and her mother's soulless body. She fed herself from the small amounts of groceries her druken father manages to pick up from the local store and tried to keep herself sane. Into her teenage years CC was lucky enough to get her foot in the door at a local resturant as a waitress. With the measly pay she received each week Cordelia took care of her mess of a mother and her psychopathic father. She cooked and cleaned- fulfilling her role as the less than fortunate Cinderella, but with no fairy tale Prince Charming to save the day.

Significant Relationships with any other Characters:
Currently none, but if anyone is interested in having a relationship of sorts with CC I would be willing to work something out.

Other:
Cordelia is pansexual, but is skeptical of relationships. She doesn't fall in love easily and does not fall for looks. She was training in Mixed Martial Arts after school for the past three years just to keep her body healthy, but fell in love with the sport and became very skilled at it.
Name: Cordelia Chasten - "CC"

Age: Eighteen Years Old

Appearance:


Year of Education: 12th- Senior Year

Favourite Subject: Human Anatomy and Physiology

Personality: TBR

Background: Born to a alcoholic father and a crack whore of a mother, Cordelia lived her childhood in fear of her abusive father's drunken rage and her mother's soulless body. She fed herself from the small amounts of groceries her druken father manages to pick up from the local store and tried to keep herself sane. Into her teenage years CC was lucky enough to get her foot in the door at a local resturant as a waitress. With the measly pay she received each week Cordelia took care of her mess of a mother and her psychopathic father. She cooked and cleaned- fulfilling her role as the less than fortunate Cinderella, but with no fairy tale Prince Charming to save the day.

Significant Relationships with any other Characters: Currently none, but if anyone is interested in having a relationship of sorts with CC I would be willing to work something out.

Other: Cordelia is pansexual, but is skeptical of relationships. She doesn't fall in love easily and does not fall for looks. She was training in Mixed Martial Arts after school for the past three years just to keep her body healthy, but fell in love with the sport and became very skilled at it.
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Hello! ^^

I'm interested in the Age Gap plot, Demon x Hunan, and the Angel x Demon.
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Good morning! Thank you for taking te time to read this thread. If I still have your attention let's get started. ^^

* I do not roleplay in first person. I just enjoyed setting the plot in first person. I will reply to the roleplay in third person past tense.*

This kingdom was hideous compared to my father's. Back at home there were rolling green hills filled with family farms and little cottage style homes. The land seemed to stretch forever, with only a small town in the very middle to accommodate our civilians. The town held a few small buildings- a marketplace, a blacksmith, a doctor, and a few ther necessary places along with a medium sized old castle where my father and I resided. But this kingdom- it was surrounded in block walls that cut off your view of the land. The entire inside of the barriers was packed with large homes and an enormous castle where the king and his family resided.

I shouldn't pretend like that was my home anymore. This overcrowded kingdom was now where I stayed. I have been trying to tell myself I could escape and go back to my beautiful homeland, but that was a lie I told myself to ease the immense depression welling inside of me. I looked though the bars of the window I sat behind. Bartruvia was not a home, it was ugly and reeked of power-hungry rulers- like the newly mandated king himself. My father's kingdom- Kaliptus- had a treaty of peace with the king of Bartruvia, but when the king died so did the treaty. The prince was quick to move into our land, and with us not having but one-third the men as Bartruvia we were easily taken.

And that is why I am looking through the window bars of the Bartruvian prison. I believe it has been around three weeks since I have arrived here, but eventually all of you days just start running together. My father was taken to the prince- I could not pray he was still alive. But the prince hadn't even requested to see me yet. I had met him as a little girl when our families would get together to renew the treaty each year win a large celebration of sorts. But as he had gotten older he had stopped attending these.

I know all too well what the prince plans to do with me. He dared not kill an innocent princess or risk rebellion from his civilians and army- he knew that. So he would enslave me. He would attempt to force me into marriage so that he could put on a show for his followers. With our marriage he could reassure his people that "merging" land with Kaliptus was for the best and that everything was going well. The prince could lie and say none of the civilians were harmed and yet the the royal family is in his house as his guests and no one would know except his loyal and mute army. I, however, was not going to allow that to happen. I would scream to his people how he killed many and enslaved the rest! How he is a brutal, power-hungry sadist who needs to be stopped!

But my thoughts were shortly lived as I heard a sound I normally only heard twice a day for my meals- the cell door lock clicked open. And inside of my cell comes two armed men- their identities shaded by full body armor. They grab my arms and drag me out of the prison. The sudden light from midday sun burns my sensitive eyes. I was chained inside the back of a covered horse-drawn wagon so the public did not see me as I was. I was sure they believed I was in the prince's castle eating lunch with my father and carrying on small coversations about the pleasant weather. I knew exactly where they were taking me. It was time for me to face the devil himself.


I am looking for someone to fill the role of the prince who became the king.

I only have a few requests for this character:

- Be comfortable with blood, gore, violence, and a Dominant character.

- Be 18+ because although the plot is not based off mature content I'm sure it will contain some.

- Be able to post at least once a day.

- If you get tired of it- tell me. Maybe we can work something out or we can just call it quits. I would raher be told than to be left high and dry.

- I consider myself low casual.. Normally I post two to five paragraphs, depending on circumstance and what I am given to reply to.

- Someone who can help create some plot twists and drama! I love a roleplay that has you sitting on the edge of your seat.

-I am NOT looking for a member of the grammar or spelling police. If I've made a huge typo feel free to ask me to alter it. I will be doing most of my replies on the run so I probably will have some small typos from time to time.

If you're interested feel free to PM me! ^^
I'm interested in-
Hero x Villan
Western
Magic School
Spy x Spy

^^ send me a PM if you'd Ike to roleplay with me.
Just as Finley was trying to stop the thrown vehicle Mikkish stepped in. She pulled her energy back in and took a deep breath, glad that he stepped in when he did. She watched the conversation ensue. Someone knew black magic? The red haired girl? Her eyes danced over the faces of the four gifted beings. Watching them made a smirk pull at the corner of her full lips.

She was lost in thought when the first student attacked Mikkish. Surely one of the others down there would help. The group of newcomers she had arrived with were sure making a name for themselves- she thought silently as she stood next to her new roommate she had just met. Finley looked down to see Mikkish have his eggs encompassed in ice. She didn't know of she could help, what if she burned him? She should just stay here. She was sure 3rd degree burns would hurt much worse than a few bruises from getting punched or kicked.
Finley smiled softly at the girl as she anapped the last part of her sniper in place. She wiped the gun down once again as she spoke, "Yes, I guess were roommates now. I'm Finley, but you can call me Fin-" She snapped her head toward the window as the commotion ensued. Curiosity won and Finley slipped off her bed and walked to the window to look down upon the fight.

When she noticed the two halves of the car tumbling quickly toward David she looked for the source they had come from. The girl she had gotten in an arguement with earlier was standing there from the direction in which the vehicle was rolling from. David wasn't moving, the vehicle would surely strike him. She focused on the two halves, her energy leaving her body in attempt to keep the tumbling contraptions from crushing him. She poured all her energy into stopping the metal death traps before they collided with David in hopes it would work.
Slowly Ramona stood from the wet ground of the black alley. Her legs trembled as she peeked around the corner, trying to avoid the light that caused her pain. She wasn't sure what was going on, but she couldn't hide in the alley for the rest of her life. A street lamp lit the roads, which meant Ramona couldn't travel them unless she could destroy the lights.

Ramona stared at the street lamp, herons working as to how she could disable the light. She was staring so intently the shadow that slipped from her body went unnoticed. Suddenly with the found of breaking glass the street lamp died. Ramona looked around , trying to decipher what just happened. Had she just done that to the lamp without touching it?

She focused on another lamp doen the street and noticed the blackass come around the light . The glass shattered to the street below and Ramona walked farther down the blackened street- in search of someone-anyone to tell her what was happening.
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