Avatar of Rarity
  • Last Seen: 3 yrs ago
  • Joined: 10 yrs ago
  • Posts: 554 (0.14 / day)
  • VMs: 0
  • Username history
    1. Rarity 10 yrs ago

Status

User has no status, yet

Bio

User has no bio, yet

Most Recent Posts

.
Everyone please welcome new member Silver Fox!
Silver Fox said
Name: CatAge: 25Occupation: Thug, mostly got into fights and protected his gangs boss.Appearance/Clothing:Stands 6'8 and his body is littered with scars, wears black fingerless gloves with some small silver spikes around the knuckles. Wears a raggedy black jacket with grey brown fluff around the collar and navy blue jeans.Equipment: Prefers melee combat, especially hand to hand. Wears a pair of gloves with some metal around the knuckles to deal damage. A metal pipe, a pocket knife, a bottle of water, and five protein bars.Personality: One would call this man a true born psychopath. He's calm and collected, hardly ever seeming to react to anything or be bothered. The good points he has is he is calm, brave, hardworking, full of determination, and is a excellent fighter. His bad points however are pretty severe. He lacks much humanity, uncaring of the suffering of others. In fact, he enjoys it and acts like a kid with candy by it. Lacking in mercy and the scale of what is right or wrong, it doesn't matter what or who is in his way on the path of survival. Murdering a child or killing someone to fill a daily meal doesn't bother him. He's pretty smart and won't just jump in a situation in which will mean pointlessly dying. Very little interest in people, he isn't social and rarely talks to others, preferring to simply ignore them. The only one he seems to care for is his twin sister. Even though he can sometimes be cruel to her, he cares quite a deal about her and is probably the only reason he isn't completely unstable. He much enjoys it more killing the living, and usually stays clear of Zombies since usually him and his sister would get overwhelmed otherwise.History: Cat was born in the world of dark alleys of New York along with his twin sister. Born secretly among a gang, him and his sibling grew up as thugs. They never met their parents, nor did Cat care. Their names given as code names instead of actual human names, they were brought up to be the best of the best in stealing, smuggling, and violence. Cat fit in with the atmosphere fine, uncaring what he stole or from who since the age of eight. His twin on the other hand had a bit more difficulty. Hard on her, he forced her to do whatever their group wanted, while also making her swear to be a man instead of a weak girl. Believing in order for them to survive, they would have to become men and be the strongest.As they grew up, they had minimal education, barely able to read and write, but as they grew, so did their jobs. Stealing turned to violence, and Cat reveled in it. Fighting proved his strength, and the suffering of others misfortune felt like something of a reality check for others. Though he got hurt quite a few times since his combat was strictly physical and not with guns, finding getting his hands bloody more thrilling and satisfying.His twin however mostly only stuck with stealing or practicing first aid and did not share the same depth of passion for violence. Instead his twin dreamed of a normal life. At the ages of twenty, Cat granted his twin's wishes and they ran away, ending up fleeing to LA. After five years in hiding and scrambling for food, the end of the world happened. Their only means of being saved gone, and now it was only them, those behind, and zombies. How thrilling. Name: DogAge: 25Occupation: Thief/Field MedicAppearance/Clothing: Lean skinny figure with a toned body standing around 6'0. Dresses in baggy boy clothes. Wears tight bandages around the chess and a tank top under her black t shirt along with a bulky old dark brown raggedy jacket. Wears black gloves and holed up brown sneakers.Equipment: Being used mostly as a pack mule, she carries most of the things between the two of them.-A raggedy navy blue backpack.-A baseball bat.-A metal pipe.-two pocket knives.-Two pistols.-Two boxes of pistol ammo.-A small axe.-Ten protein bars.-Two containers of water.-Two stale loafs of bread.Personality: Unlike her brother, Dog is much more friendly. She is kind hearted, dependable, strong willed, a knowledgeable fighter and marksman, and socialable. However she's stubborn and hard headed, more likely to run into a dangerous situation rather than thinking it through. She's a little bit of a hot head and doesn't usually take no for a answer. Despite her history, she doesn't like doing what she feels is wrong, and usually ends up letting her twin do everything for her when it comes to tough decisions and violence. Having wanting to change her ways, she tends to believe what others say and give them the benefit of the doubt. She's quite lacking when it comes to economics, politics, money, and a lot of things normal people know. Her brother being more clever in more dangerous situations. Sometimes she acts a bit like a child, mostly around her brother.History: Mostly the same as Cat. She grew up as a boy due to her brothers forcement. Being threatened that he would leave her if she didn't become strong like a man. Her twin being the only family, she stuck to him like glue and made sure he didn't go too far in his violent habits. She studied more on first aid, having been used to patching up her brother and fellow gang members. It was more preferable over actual violence or dirty jobs.Sorry for any mistakes. Using a iPhone to do this xD if you like it better, I can make Dog a kid of ya like.(Don't worry I will change the pics just need to find acceptable photos)


Accepted. Please post this in the OOC.
(Yes this is Ayesha)

Hoping to hear from you soon.
Might be interested, but not really into "free" role playing. Let me know if this gets more developed. Also limit on how young the kid can be? Or if someone can play a set of siblings?
[Closed for now]



Please bear with me. I just saw this photo and had a really interesting idea. Maybe not too original. I don't know. Just checking for interest.

The setting: A Juice Bar (A hangout spot for teens (16+) and younger adults up to age 30.)

The plot:

Mingle is the name of a juice bar in a fictional city/state in the USA. There are a few rules at this bar. One if you are underage, you must have a stamp on your hand. This stamp will not come off with one washing, not even two washings. It lasts for at least a few days before wearing off. The reason it is made to last a few days is so that the underage can not wash the stamp off and pretend to be above the age of 18.

Another rule. Each person must select the glowing armband that fits their situation to make things so much easier. So yes, this is kind of a hang out, hook up place in a nice setting, that serves no alcohol to inhibit people's judgments. It is not a shady place and they do not let just anybody come in.

Green Glow Stick: Single
Yellow Glow Stick: It's Complicated
Red Glow Stick: Taken


There is one extra glow stick they can add to the first one they are wearing, if they so choose to wear it.

A Blue Glow Stick. It basically tells the others that the person wearing it happens to be part of the LBGT community.

This is a very open minded juice bar and they want people from all lifestyles to have a safe place to hang out.

Mingle is all about making things easier on finding people to get to know and make connections with, with out all the hassle of a jealous boyfriend coming out of the bathroom and threatening to kick your ass because you talked to his girlfriend. If she has a green glow stick, you can talk to her, but it does not mean she will be interested.

I guess the bar doesn't make everything easy.



Open Spots:

1. Rarity
2. teapotshark
3. followthecandles
4. Taken
5. Taken
6. Taken

Alice glanced up; was it really her turn already? She had been off in her own world, trying not to think about having to tell a bunch of strangers why she was in the support group. Nobody here would understand her situation, at least she assumed. She uncrossed her legs and leaned up in her chair. The redhead wished she at least had one supporter here, one friend, someone who would put a comforting hand on her shoulder and say "it's okay" though she preferred if none of the guys touched her. It made her shudder to think about.

It felt like everyone was looking at her, but she was being paranoid. Swallowing a nervous lump in her throat, she raised her hand like she was in school. "I suppose I'll go next." What choice did she have? It was better to get it over with anyway.

"My name is Alice. A few months before my 15th birthday..." The color of shame overtook her features. A tear trickled down her cheek. "M-my friend begged me to..." She put her face in her hands, her long red hair hanging around her. She tensed up when she felt the Japanese boy next to her touch her knee.

"Take your time. Deep breath."

Alice looked up and glanced at Jase. She nodded, pulling her knee away from his hand. Even though he was gay, she still felt uncomfortable when he touched her, as if he meant to harm her in a more intimate way. Like before.

"She got me to go to a party, but it was all college kids and a few high school girls." This story was taking forever because she was terrified to get to the point. She gritted her teeth and squeezed her fists together. "She left me alone ... and they, some guys, put something in my drink.... I woke up naked the next day."

Not wanting to meet anybodies eyes, she looked back down. "I was raped and I don't even know if it was one guy or more. I'm pregnant."

Finally, she found some courage because she had became angry at the memory. She looked up, tears and a burning fire in her eyes.

"I'm 15 and I'm pregnant."
:)
Everyone: Please read all posts very carefully. Thanks a bunch!
Okay. Good night!

I guess that means it is the same for steam/mist/vapor as well, since it is another form of water. I'm glad she can make ice soon off. I like the idea of it. Yay!
© 2007-2024
BBCode Cheatsheet