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9 yrs ago
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I'm Sterling, I've been writing/roleplaying for 11 years now. I like reading, writing, singing, dancing, horse back ridding and dog training.

I like highly detailed plots and games. While I don't think all posts should be three or four paragraphs long, I think it is harder to have quality with stunted posts.

I'm more into fantasy and historical than sci fi etc. but if the writers are good, that's really what matters.

Please feel free to message me. I'm fairly good at being nice.

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Wait...There is an Orgy Party on the private jet?!?!

Any Chance Maeve can go on that plane but then re-meet up with the Champions when they land in Aus. ?? :)
@Yin Jingshin " I am the Lord of this world. I am the Adam and the Eve, the fruit and the tree. I, begat thee,”" --- that is where Maeve should have walked in and said "no I AM EVE" :)

@Plank Sinatra I feel ya. My father has been in the Hospital since Sunday.
@MrDidact my vote is loin cloth
@RumikoOhara you could just get a crew cut and start wearing flannel anyway... :D
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Name: Mildred Smith
Pronunciation: MIL-DRID Smith.
Alias: Dragon
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference (Optional): Why tie yourself down to one? Boy…Girl… Human. These are just titles that constrain us.
Age: 23
Birthdate: December 25th
Birthplace: Somewhere over the rainbow (Kansas)
Occupation: Bike Messenger
Position in Eurasha: DrAG-GON. I don’t do that tongue thing. I crack myself up!

BASIC PERSONALITY:
While I wouldn’t use the word Basic in anything describing me…Basically I’m fantastically awesome (ha see what I did there?).
I choose a path and I take it. Leap without looking. In a truth or dare game I always choose DARE. Impulsive, a bit of a prankster, cunning, wild, adventurous… A few words that people could use for me.

They might also use good natured, patient, quick to laugh…

A very few might say dangerous to anger or vengeful. I wouldn’t know about that…

BASIC APPEARANCE :
Tall and muscular but definitely female, Mildred has dark brown hair that is lightly curled and typically pinned up in some sort of retro up do.
With bright brown eyes and strong white teeth she is regularly smiling/smirking/winking. Her life and her liveliness is completely expressed in those wide eyes and expressive mouth. Oh and don’t for get those arching brows.
One arm is covered in a sleeve of tattoo of a briar thorn bush covered in roses. Each ear has several rings and it’s a fair bet she has …other… body piercings.
Mildred likes combat boots, skinny jeans and tank tops to show off her toned arms and rad ink.
She has a surprisingly rough and deep voice for a woman, perhaps speaking to her true draconic nature.

HISTORY:
Mildred grew up in a traditional house hold. Girls where dresses and are made of sugar and spiced rum and boys like puppies and snails…Or something…What’s that rhyme again?

Anyway! Very traditional. One mom, One Dad. Dad worked, Mom ‘made the house run’. One Brother, a cat and a dog. Suburban bliss, public schools, after school dance classes.

It was dandy… Except Mildred felt completely isolated and misunderstood. She wanted to race, to run, to jump, to fly. She had wild dreams and little to no self control. The moment she hit adolescence she was labeled a ‘problem child’.

The day she came home with her first belly button piercing her mother cried. And it broke Mildred’s heart to see her mother that way, but it broke her spirit to be confined. When it came time to attend college Mildred couldn’t leave the house fast enough.

Only College was just another set of rules with another set of people telling her how to live her life. Enough was enough. Becoming a college dropout as it were Mildred took any and every odd job. She worked at a farm to table restaurant, a local butcher, a nanny (that didn’t last long). Anything that would pay the bills for her sleazy apartment and keep up with her thrift store shopping. Hard work, easy work, as long as it entertained her.
And each and every job did. For a time. But being Mildred nothing stuck for long.
Her current job is more likely to last a bit longer than most, being a bike messenger keeps things different every day and she gets to be physically active, which Mildred enjoys. Flying around the city on her bike she feels almost as if she has grown wings.

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As for the Realm Dragon... Much detail must go into this, more than I wish to write. He's a totally undefined character so far. Much discussion will take place have you chosen him.)

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@auspiciousPetal I didn't PM you a CS ...I posted it in here. She is the Dragon
Hey boys and girls! :) hows it going? Anyone need help with anything?
Maeve was people watching, a thing she liked to do very much. Watch them smile, and talk, and laugh, watch them flirt , those covert glances, those little touches, those knowing smiles. She enjoyed their anger and their pleasure.

Humans… Can’t live with them, can’t live without them.

From her comfortable arm chair in the lobby she watched the protesters and the supporters alike (though those were far and few) meandering about outside. They were so riled up. So angry at all that happened.

Maeve grinned and crossed her shapely legs, running her fingertips over the tops of her thighs tantalizingly. Of course any and every time someone was bold enough to approach her, to start on her about the whole shebang the Succubus merely smiled, reached out to take their hand comfortingly. And the problem would go away. Loving, lusty feelings pushing through her would be tormentors left them seeking out more enjoyable past times than protesting and chewing her ear out.

She could see the bar from her perch and had noticed Ulysse was drinking. But she knew better than try to console him at this point. Often times Maeve’s views were not considered helpful… As the man in the suit approached Maeve’s brows arched, bright eyes locked on the interaction.

Who were those men? Curiosity swept through the Succubus and she rose to investigate.

Timing was not on her side though as another ‘adoring fan’ blocked her path just then. By the time Maeve, or better known as Eve, as in the first woman, the fall of humanity if you believed all that, had gotten rid of her ‘guest’ the suits and Ulysse were heading for the elevator.

A voice chimed in her ear and Maeve jumped slightly. Technology still startled her these days.

Clicking the button to reply she chirped “Oui Capitaine. Que dois-je porter?” before heading to the elevators herself with a smirk. Finally! Out and about! So exciting, even if the others were still moping about. Like God Fist. Really.

What was done was done. Better not to dwell but move on to the next new thing. That was the benefit of ‘humanity’. There was always something else. Some distraction. Some titillation.
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