@Billsomething Wonderful! I don't think he'd find Paisley terribly annoying. Just a smidgen her heritage, I'd imagine!
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STATUS: You really need a queen, so be a- be a king. 9 yrs ago
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You really need a queen, so be a- be a king.
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I don't post much, but when I do, it's good. c:
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When you speak my name, it don't matter to me. Where you place your blade, it don't matter to me.
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With Arlen @Dark Light , in the Tavern
"She might be the one to save your life, some day," Paisley said with a cryptic smile. Lilith @CandiBarr would be the first of few to be able to notice her lack of circulation. There was a thrum of life in others that was absent in the undead. It was how they congregated and created a symbiotic 'we eat people' lifestyle. "I only hope that there is some mercy when it comes to your blade or gun..."
The door was opened by a daintier hand than the one that left. He'd slammed it open and shut, where her entrance was moth soft. The glow of the establishment brought a fire to her complexion compared to the cool atmosphere outside. She knew her nose was cold, but it was always chilly. "Oh, a vampire. How chilling! She played along, unflinching to the idea of having an eye pulled out. Things didn't hurt the way they used to. Moreover, small things healed. Small things grew back.
The woman in red quickly let sound surround them again. If he'd been fast enough, Arlen might have noticed that the customers within the building's mouths had been moving but there hadn't been any sound. This power was not one to label her among her kind. There were many abilities and professions which gathered around them. "Would you retrieve a glass water for me? I am absolutely parched."
Finally, her attention turned to the small group. @SkeletonShadow Willow was regarded politely, a quick sweep of eyes up and down to gather appearance. She seemed busy with some sort of enchantment, tiny figures doing her bidding in medieval fashion. @Billsomething Andre, she took time to inspect. Her own head canted to the side, blonde hair cast over a shoulder, a curious, 'know-it-all' glimmer captured light green eyes.
@CandiBarr Lilith was missed, not only out of her range of sight, no pulse left to draw attention. She'd contact her eventually. Perhaps they might form some kinship, much to Arlen's dismay. Lastly the dwarf @Snarfulblast was paid mind, serving mead to the other gentleman. She did not speak but instead curtsied to the crowd, shrugging the long fur coat off and over her arm.
"Who might I speak to, to find a room to spend the night?" Her attention was to Arlen again, her eyes searching his own.
"She might be the one to save your life, some day," Paisley said with a cryptic smile. Lilith @CandiBarr would be the first of few to be able to notice her lack of circulation. There was a thrum of life in others that was absent in the undead. It was how they congregated and created a symbiotic 'we eat people' lifestyle. "I only hope that there is some mercy when it comes to your blade or gun..."
The door was opened by a daintier hand than the one that left. He'd slammed it open and shut, where her entrance was moth soft. The glow of the establishment brought a fire to her complexion compared to the cool atmosphere outside. She knew her nose was cold, but it was always chilly. "Oh, a vampire. How chilling! She played along, unflinching to the idea of having an eye pulled out. Things didn't hurt the way they used to. Moreover, small things healed. Small things grew back.
The woman in red quickly let sound surround them again. If he'd been fast enough, Arlen might have noticed that the customers within the building's mouths had been moving but there hadn't been any sound. This power was not one to label her among her kind. There were many abilities and professions which gathered around them. "Would you retrieve a glass water for me? I am absolutely parched."
Finally, her attention turned to the small group. @SkeletonShadow Willow was regarded politely, a quick sweep of eyes up and down to gather appearance. She seemed busy with some sort of enchantment, tiny figures doing her bidding in medieval fashion. @Billsomething Andre, she took time to inspect. Her own head canted to the side, blonde hair cast over a shoulder, a curious, 'know-it-all' glimmer captured light green eyes.
@CandiBarr Lilith was missed, not only out of her range of sight, no pulse left to draw attention. She'd contact her eventually. Perhaps they might form some kinship, much to Arlen's dismay. Lastly the dwarf @Snarfulblast was paid mind, serving mead to the other gentleman. She did not speak but instead curtsied to the crowd, shrugging the long fur coat off and over her arm.
"Who might I speak to, to find a room to spend the night?" Her attention was to Arlen again, her eyes searching his own.
With Arlen, outside... @Dark Light
Even the scrapes along the dirt soon silenced. She drew the sound away from them somehow making his focus... effectively singular. In Paisley's many years of life, she had used this tactic in a multitude of ways. Through business, fights and the ever-exciting escape. It was an incredible, noticed, but untraceable feat.
A smile spread while he composed himself, hands folded neatly before her lap to play with the rest of that long, pale fur coat.
The fancy bow was met with a curtsy. "My name is Paisley. I've been travelling for a very long time."
She moved forward, placing herself a breath away from him. Her eyes met his own with a burning secret but it passed as intrigue. "Oh, an extinguisher of the damned. You must have the most interesting tale of betrayal and hatred." Perhaps he'd change his tune, getting to know her without bias. She was excellent at keeping secrets. "Perhaps I'll be lucky enough to hear it, someday."
Buried in the fur it went without notice: Her left thumbnail grew sharp and long. Though she'd just fed the urge, the hunger never truly went away. She brought her other hand up to hide a wider, toothy smile. No fangs here, folks. "A zombie? I wonder if her appetite is for the human mind or something else. Have you considered asking?" Perhaps the poor dear was starving herself, trying to find a place where she might belong.
"If you wouldn't mind carrying my suitcase," Paisley smiled again, shrugging a shoulder playfully. Her right arm swept out, the hint of a tattoo upon her shoulder shone through that dense fur coat. She offered herself to him politely, giving the green light to lead her inside.
Even the scrapes along the dirt soon silenced. She drew the sound away from them somehow making his focus... effectively singular. In Paisley's many years of life, she had used this tactic in a multitude of ways. Through business, fights and the ever-exciting escape. It was an incredible, noticed, but untraceable feat.
A smile spread while he composed himself, hands folded neatly before her lap to play with the rest of that long, pale fur coat.
The fancy bow was met with a curtsy. "My name is Paisley. I've been travelling for a very long time."
She moved forward, placing herself a breath away from him. Her eyes met his own with a burning secret but it passed as intrigue. "Oh, an extinguisher of the damned. You must have the most interesting tale of betrayal and hatred." Perhaps he'd change his tune, getting to know her without bias. She was excellent at keeping secrets. "Perhaps I'll be lucky enough to hear it, someday."
Buried in the fur it went without notice: Her left thumbnail grew sharp and long. Though she'd just fed the urge, the hunger never truly went away. She brought her other hand up to hide a wider, toothy smile. No fangs here, folks. "A zombie? I wonder if her appetite is for the human mind or something else. Have you considered asking?" Perhaps the poor dear was starving herself, trying to find a place where she might belong.
"If you wouldn't mind carrying my suitcase," Paisley smiled again, shrugging a shoulder playfully. Her right arm swept out, the hint of a tattoo upon her shoulder shone through that dense fur coat. She offered herself to him politely, giving the green light to lead her inside.
Location: Outside...
Paisley made a loud entrance in the color of red, swallowed in the comfort of warm fur. She set a suitcase down before long coat was shrugged off of shoulders, showing her fair visage fully. The woman dabbed a kerchief against the corner of a lip, her transport ambled off as the tavern door swung open. Artfully, she moved to the side, allowing @Dark Light Arlen to pass. Pale eyes dredged along what he wore, how tightly his lips curled with disappointment, anger. Strawberry blonde hair was tucked behind an ear, dress gathered at the front with a sweep of thin, pianist fingers.
It was then that she chose, instead of the bar that she'd speak to him. She spoke in formal manner, like a silent morning in winter, "I've heard nothing of this bar's reputation..." A hand was brought up, a card extended with her name upon it. "But from your countenance I've something to suspect about it." Paisley trailed, tapping along her jaw. "Would you care to tell me what bothers you, so I may decide whether I should come in or look elsewhere?"
And the world grew silent around them. No bugs, birds or animals left to chirp or bay. Not even a breeze through the trees could be heard. Strange.
Paisley made a loud entrance in the color of red, swallowed in the comfort of warm fur. She set a suitcase down before long coat was shrugged off of shoulders, showing her fair visage fully. The woman dabbed a kerchief against the corner of a lip, her transport ambled off as the tavern door swung open. Artfully, she moved to the side, allowing @Dark Light Arlen to pass. Pale eyes dredged along what he wore, how tightly his lips curled with disappointment, anger. Strawberry blonde hair was tucked behind an ear, dress gathered at the front with a sweep of thin, pianist fingers.
It was then that she chose, instead of the bar that she'd speak to him. She spoke in formal manner, like a silent morning in winter, "I've heard nothing of this bar's reputation..." A hand was brought up, a card extended with her name upon it. "But from your countenance I've something to suspect about it." Paisley trailed, tapping along her jaw. "Would you care to tell me what bothers you, so I may decide whether I should come in or look elsewhere?"
And the world grew silent around them. No bugs, birds or animals left to chirp or bay. Not even a breeze through the trees could be heard. Strange.
I'll be joining in!
Paisley Rain
“I'm going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become.”
Upon first impression, it was clear that she knew something others did not. Maybe it was about you. Perhaps, in laid a secret that would not pass soft peach-glossed lips. She had the way of a willow about her, figure breezy, gentle and thin. Unlike a tree, her height was among the weakest, barely brushing 5'2". Her fingers were spindles, each placement considered tactful and elegant, winding a strong path through many stories.
Lovely eyes were the faintest, ice green, flecks of yellow burst right around the pupil. Her hair a soft strawberry blonde with skin so faintly, beautifully freckled one did not know where to start counting. She placed her self in many, unlabeled garbs some elegant, others pulled straight from the comfort of home.
There are days where she looks like she'd just drank from the cup of life, and others where her skin becomes ashen, everything pale...
Tattoos: Thigh, Shoulder (NSFW), Back of neck to shoulder blades.
Age:
Appears 26.
Gender:
Female.
Rich or Poor?:
Wealthy.
Power Descriptions:
Sensory Overload: She is able to break the focus of any person by making any sense unbearable. She then becomes the only point of relief. There are days where her own power backlashes and she is unable to maintain herself, where noise is too much, or smell, even sight.
Skills:
Research and development.
Deceiving, excellent personal skills.
Sculpting and sketching.
Cooking, though she never tastes the result.
Knife-handling.
Personality:
More or less, Paisley is out of herself and no one else. Though she's quite playful and outright, she's yet to meet anyone that she could place value on, time into. Not entirely hopeless, but extremely weary and (secretly) anxiety-ridden. There are times where she is excellent at masking how she's feeling, and others where it is written across every inch of her body. She believes happiness is somewhere. She also believes that she's cursed to never have it.
Biography:
A travelling heart. Paisley is a barely known nomad, her home life had been quiet, a mystery to be considered but never spoken about. No known siblings, her parents are never mentioned. It's easy to assume most ties to her life are dead... other than her spectacular bank account.
Likes:
Literature
History
Tattoos
Red (as a color... and a flavor).
Hard workers
The smell of gasoline
Dislikes:
Trouble
Clumsiness
Childish behavior
Caramel (as a flavor).
Magenta (as a color).
Daytime.
Holy men.
Fears:
Being alone.
Weaknesses:
Condescending to a fault
Charming men
A rather consuming anxiety
Ravenous appetite
Other:
She's looking to invest in a worthwhile business, if someone can successfully entice her!
Theme Song:
"Supplicant's Song" by Fredo Viola
Alternatively...
"Sea Song", by Apocalyptica
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Gonna lay it straight:
@fij707 is either too busy to keep us updated with what's going on or he's dropped the rp without telling us. The same with a few other people who haven't replied in a while. I'm assuming they've quietly dropped the roleplay. I'll be hunting for something a bit more serious, I think. Maybe, perhaps in the Advanced Roleplay area.
...I'm not going to give this roleplay another day - I'll be clearing my character profile and leaving.
@CandiBarr I hope I can roleplay with you in another, more active thread someday! Your posts are wonderful!
@fij707 is either too busy to keep us updated with what's going on or he's dropped the rp without telling us. The same with a few other people who haven't replied in a while. I'm assuming they've quietly dropped the roleplay. I'll be hunting for something a bit more serious, I think. Maybe, perhaps in the Advanced Roleplay area.
...I'm not going to give this roleplay another day - I'll be clearing my character profile and leaving.
@CandiBarr I hope I can roleplay with you in another, more active thread someday! Your posts are wonderful!
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A too real world - RP Yourself in a Zombie Apocalypse! ( 12 years or older )
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
"The cellphones won't work when the car alarm is still blaring," Rose mentioned none too quietly, neck flushed red with irritation. They needed a bigger response, a louder noise elsewhere if they were to attempt to divert the zombie's attention.
Beyond that matter, the undead had seen food. It wasn't likely that they were going to turn away from fresh, red meat. Pushing her hair away from her face, she puffed, surrendering the liquor bottle to the ground gently, unbroken. She then aimed the frying pan with a test swing.
One. Two. Three!
She lobbed it as best as she could do damage a car across the street. The window smashed, the pan fell on the outside of the vehicle. Another car alarm blared to life, yanking what mindless curiosity the zombies had to it for a few moments. Then their eyes came back to the known prize. Well. She tried. "Don't waste your phones. We're going to have to move away from the bar. We've hauled too much attention to stay."
The amount of zombies headed their way would bust any door down, even reinforced. Rose did not want to be zombie chow. Readjusting her bags, she bent and picked up the liquor bottle, keeping it handy for the time being. "We'll outpace them if we walk. Let's get going."
Beyond that matter, the undead had seen food. It wasn't likely that they were going to turn away from fresh, red meat. Pushing her hair away from her face, she puffed, surrendering the liquor bottle to the ground gently, unbroken. She then aimed the frying pan with a test swing.
One. Two. Three!
She lobbed it as best as she could do damage a car across the street. The window smashed, the pan fell on the outside of the vehicle. Another car alarm blared to life, yanking what mindless curiosity the zombies had to it for a few moments. Then their eyes came back to the known prize. Well. She tried. "Don't waste your phones. We're going to have to move away from the bar. We've hauled too much attention to stay."
The amount of zombies headed their way would bust any door down, even reinforced. Rose did not want to be zombie chow. Readjusting her bags, she bent and picked up the liquor bottle, keeping it handy for the time being. "We'll outpace them if we walk. Let's get going."
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