Twystyd88

I Love The Way You Hate Me.....(Mature/18+ only please...)

So, this has been a collaboration of some ideas I've had going on lately, and would actually like to play it out. Basically a small town band finally gets a chance at touring with some more well known names, one in particular Like A Storm (look them up if you havent, I love them!).

I would like it for my character, the lead female singer of the band, to end up turning to alcohol being under these new pressures. Perhaps the male lead (that you would play) tries to get her some help so she doesnt ruin her chances. I'd play the main character, plus the others in her band, and I would like for you to do the same with the band. Yes, I would love for some romance to happen, but only if it fits in with what's going on and if our characters end up feeling the same way. If this idea interests you in anyway, shoot me a message please!

1x1 1x1 partner search. mid to high Casual-low advanced|18+/MATURE|

-Raises hand- Oh, pick me please?! I'd like to work out something with you, because I haven't had any roleplay and would like to start something up here on RPGuild. So, shoot me a message if you would like to discuss some of your ideas. I like the slavexslaver/master, commonerxnoble, and either the demon/angelxmortal ideas.

Hey!

Yeah, but we must move on and create bigger and better and learn from the past to make a better future, right? Oh some weird philosophical crap to make it feel better, lol!

And thanks!

Hey!

So, I'm not exactly new to here, buuut it's been a long enough time since I last logged in I might as well just say hello again!

So, hi! You can call me Twystyd, or Lori, or dude, or whatever :p I love roleplaying, I've been at it for a long time now, at least 15 years. I'm not the greatest, I am limited in my interests or likes, but I try to provide the best of it that I can.

Anyways, I guess that's really it. Not sure what else to say. Drop me a line if you wanna chat or brainstorm up something maybe. I am currently working on setting up a site that will host pictures and some info about characters I play, and it will constantly be changing and updated as I narrow down characters I play the most and sadly weeding out ones I haven't played in such a long time. If you're interested in it, let me know. Otherwise just message me and ask. Thanks!

Anyone?

I have a thread going in Casual, called A Lonely Kingdom. I'm a goof and it says there are 2 OOC posts, should be 2 IC posts. but, I was also wondering if anyone would be interested in setting up something.
I have a character who is cursed. If you've seen the Swan Princess movies (swan at night, human by day) that is something of her curse. She is an Elf at night, though, and a swan at day. the curse can only be lifted by destroying the blade of the prince she had fallen in love with, so obviously she's on a quest to find that, but for at least one traveler to help since she is only truly safe travelling at night. If there is interest in something like this, let me know ^.^

A Lonely Kingdom- Fantasy Roleplay

It was nearly sun down when they came across a small city. She had never seen it before. She brought Etain to a halt, standing a good twenty or so yards away from the front gates. The farms that lay outside the fortified walls were dark and quiet, the only sounds from them were the animals. Inside the walls, as you neared the center, lamps were hung outside lit with flame. The sounds of music and laughter drifted through the air. Taking in a long deep breath. Almiya swung off her horse, removing the bridle and saddle. Etain nickered and trotted off to eat on his own. He would be back by the time the sun rose and she was ready to leave again.
Hefting the saddle over on shoulder, she made the walk to the front gate where a rough looking guard stood watch. "State your business woman," he said in a gravelly voice, patting the dagger at his side.
She smiled softly and bowed her head. "I am here to rest and purchase goods before I take my leave in the morning."
Though he seemed wary, he nodded and stepped aside to let her in. Bowing her head in thanks once more she hurried past him and walked the hard packed dirt road towards the center of the town. She passed many homes, all close knit and nearly on top of each other. She shuddered. There was no way she could live like this, she loved the open roads, freedom. The smell of fresh air.
She came upon a tavern where it seemed quietest. Stepping through the door, she walked towards the rather bored looking woman sitting at the bar, washing a mug she had probably washed fifteen times before. "Excuse me, ma'am. But, do you know where I could stay for the night?"
With an unchanged expression, the woman looked up, then pointed towards some stairs. "Aye, but you don't get a key unless you buy a drink. That's my policy, dearie."
Groaning, Almiya sat down on one of the stools, the leather covering the seat worn to almost nothing. "Give me whatever you wish," she said, not much of a drinker. She didn't mind wine now and again, but if it was her way to get a room, then so be it.

A Lonely Kingdom- Fantasy Roleplay

The sounds of screams filled the night air as the bandits raided the kingdom. Fires broke out in almost every home, the smoke filled her lungs as she ran as fast as she could to her parents room. But by the time she got there, it was too late. The leader had them bound in thick rope, swords pointed at their necks. She didn't know if it was the man laughing, or her screaming, but she watched in horror as their heads rolled from their shoulders and to the ground. Before she was captured, she turned on her heel and ran, tears streaming down her face.

She woke with a start, beads of sweat dripping down her face and the blanket she was covered with drenched. The sound of her heavy and uneven breathing was all she could hear besides the sound of blood rushing in her ears. Etain, a large black stallion stood nearby, staring at her with a look, one would say, of worry. With a snort, he trotted over and nudged her shoulder.
Almiya smiled softly and rose to her feet, patting the thick muscular neck of the horse. "Okay, you win," she said, rolling her blanket up and tying it to her saddle before throwing that on Etain.
The sun had been up for hours now, but under the thick canopy of the forest, you couldn't tell the time as it was still in near darkness. Pulling herself up into her saddle, she gave the horse a small nudge and he began forward again. It had been a week since she restocked her supplies, and since she was unable to hunt, it was time to find a town, village, something and get more supplies before continuing on. She sat in her saddle, shivering as she recalled the nightmare. It was the same one almost every night for as long as she could remember. She tried everything to make them go away, but no such luck.
With a heavy sigh, she pulled the hood of her tattered cloak over her head before they stepped out from the forest, and the bright sun beat down on them. They came to a dirt road, the ruts from carts rather deep. Staying to the side, she nudged Etain on a little faster. This would have to lead them somewhere.

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Chapter Four- Here We Go!
It was nearing the end of December. For most of the world, it meant spending time with family, sledding, hot cocoa by the fires. Christmas. But for students, it meant a two week long vacation and a much needed break from the monotonous routine of school. They would go see family, stay and work to help pay off tuition, or in some cases, travel to warmer climates and get a break from the below zero temperatures.

Melinda and Karla were two of Sara's closest and best friends. The three of them would apparently be joining Brent and two of his friends, Eric and Barry, on a small vacation away from there. Zach, another one of Brent's friends, would be joining, but he had promised his girlfriend and family he would stay in town and visit with them over break.

They were supposed to be meeting Barry at the front gates of the school, but it looked like Sara was running behind, as usual. "Stay here, I'll go get here out of bed," Brent said to the two girls who sipped on mugs of coffee in the main lobby of the dorms.

Skipping up the two flights of stairs, he went to her door and knocked on it rather loudly. Then waited. He raised his hand again to knock, but the door creaked open and Sara stood there yawning. She looked cute when she woke up. Brent was used to seeing her dressed up with makeup and her hair somewhat done. But now her hair was all over the place, her eyes were a little droopy from sleep. She wore no makeup except the slightly smudged eyeliner, and she was in a pair of short and a tank top.

"What the hell do you want so early?" she groaned, a little irritated after seeing her clock only read three thirty in the morning. She forgot they were leaving today and accidentally stayed up late reading the last book of a series she was enjoying. When she looked up and saw Brent, she got wide eyed. "Shit! I'm so sorry!"

Quickly, she turned and went to get ready, yelling for Brent to make some coffee. He laughed and watched as she scrambled to get dressed. He walked into the small kitchen area and prepared some coffee. Looking around, he shook his head. Two months ago he sat here, and listened as she spoke of some insane family history that he still refused to believe. Two months ago, she had told him they couldn't be together, so instead, he promised to be her friend and be here whenever she needed someone.

It pained him, yes, but it was better than nothing and it meant he would be in her life. He sat down, scanning over a few folders she had laying about full of pictures she had taken recently. He pulled one out and laughed to himself before putting it back down. It was of one when they all took a trip together to go see a concert. Good times, he thought to himself, smiling.

Several minutes later Sara emerged dressed in jeans, boots, and a grey hooded sweater with a beanie over her head. "Okay, lets get going. Barry should be here any minute and we still have to walk to the gates."

Sara nodded, grabbing some coffee and her bags before following Brent back down to the lobby where they met Melinda and Karla. Barry would drive them to the airport where Eric said he would meet them. So, the four of them heaved their bags over their shoulders and walked outside.

The air was crisp and nipped at Sara's face, the chilly breeze whipped around them, blowing snow in small flurries. Everything was white, and the snow sparkled under the lamps that lined the walkways. No one else seemed to be awake at this early hour, so the four of them were as quiet as possible making their way up the hill to the gate where they could hear an engine idling.

Sara ended up next to Eric on the plane. Karla and Melinda lucked out and got seats together, as well as Barry and Brent. Sara didn't mind, though. Eric was a sweet guy. Shy and quiet at first, but a real talker once he was comfortable with you. He wasn't much taller than herself with short brown hair and hazel eyes. He was very skinny, but well built beneath the desceptive clothing he wore. He also played guitar and piano in the band the guys were putting together, so he was quite musically talented.

"So, what's up with you and Brent? Why aren't you two dating?" he asked as he settled down in the seat buckling himself up. "You know he really does like you a lot, and you'd be a great couple..." He paused, then smiled shyly. See? Give him the chance, and he'd probably talk your ear off.

Sara smiled in return as she buckled herself in. "Well, with him wanting to travel and do his music, and me travelling with whatever magazine or whoever hires me. We probably wouldn't see each other much, so it wouldn't make for a very stable or healthy relationship I think," she answered, glancing out the window then to her hands in her lap.

"Oh," Eric said softly, rubbing the back of his head. "I guess that makes sense, I can understand that. What about Karla? Do you know if she is involved with anyone? I'm just curious because I think she's pretty awesome and pretty and.." On and on he went, even through the pilot's announcement.

Karla had been Sara's friend for as long as she could remember. And, sort of like her, was awkward and shy around guys and never had much luck. She was very pretty though with a kind and gentle demeanor. She had light brown hair with blonde highlights and dark brown eyes. She was around Sara's height and had an athletic build with a nice glowing tan. On any other day she would be wearing contacts, but at the crack of dawn she was in her bright blue glasses.

Meanwhile, Barry and Brent were in a very heated conversation. "What do you think of this?" Brent asked, showing a piece of paper with some scribbles on it. He was trying to make a logo for their band based on the several names they decided upon.

Barry looked down at the paper, tapping his chin. "Well, I like these designs, I'm just not sure on the names," he began, sighing.

Barry was the tallest, and oldest of the guys, though some days his behavior said otherwise. His dark blonde hair fell just below his shoulders in large chunky dreads. He always had a slight tan and playful green eyes. He had the surfer boy gone rocker look to him with his baggy shorts, tank tops and flp flops. He was usually quiet and reserved, and stood in the background just watching. Slip him a few drinks though, and he was the life of the party.

After discussing some ideas and within minutes of being in the air, the two of them gave up on the conversation for the moment until Barry cleared his throat. "I forgot to tell you, me and Mel started dating a week ago. Cool, eh?"

Melinda, or Mel as a lot of people called her, was another of Sara's friend since high school started. She was pretty tall for a girl, just barely under six feet. Her hair was usually a rainbow of colors, and right now she had it dyed in a dark blue ombre ending in black tips. She was wild and crazy and probably the most adventurous of them all. If Sara could remember, her eyes were naturally brown, but she wore colored contacts to make them look purple or silver, it was hard to remember exactly.

"Yeah, she's a pretty sweet girl. A little crazy, but sweet," Brent said with a smile. Barry never had much luck when it came to women, so he was glad to see he found someone. He wondered if Eric would ever get the courage and ask Karla out, he talked about her enough. Oh well.

"What abot you and Sara?' Barry questioned, nodding his head in her general direction. "She's a sweet girl, too, and I see how you look at her. Why don't you date her?"

Brent rolled his eyes, leaning back in the seat. They always asked him this, and it was always the same answer. "Because, we're just friends, okay. We both will be travelling a lot if everything works out and she doesn't want that to ruin what we have as friends."

Barry nodded like he understood, but Brent saw the look he was giving him. The look that said "You're being an idiot!" Maybe he was. Ever since that day, she was always on his mind. And while it pleased him to be in her life as a friend, it pained him even more so they weren't more. Especially on days she was so tired and all she wanted to do was cry from frustration. He could only hold her and tell her it was okay. He couldn't kiss her and wipe away her tears, brush her soft hair from her face and tell her how he felt every time he saw her.

"Well, better get some sleep before we land. It's going to be a long flight." And with that, he pulled the headphones on and turned on his music, shutting his eyes.

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Chapter Three- Semper Sodales
"So, what you're trying to tell me is that, you're a vampire?" Brent asked confused, choking back on a laugh.

It was dark outside now, the sun fell behind the mountain range hours ago, and even after all this time, even as Sara explained everything in detail and with such passion, he still didn't believe her. Vampires were just a myth. surely this was just some silly prank, after all Halloween was just a little over a week away.

Frustrated, Sara slammed the old weathered book shut and got off the couch, burying her face in her hands. "No!" she yelled, on the brink of tears. How could she make him understand, to make him realize she wasn't playing tricks on him. Sitting back down, she went to grab his hands, then stopped herself and turned her back to him. "Brent, please... Just, try to understand would you?"

Brent watched her for a moment, and even though the tiniest part of him believed her, the more logical part of him would not let this get out of hand. Seeing the frustration and pain on her face though, he sighed and nodded. "I'll try to, but, I still think you're just joking."

Rolling her eyes, Sara pulled open a drawer under the coffee table and produced three pieces of paper. Birth certificates. One was for Elena Miller, the other for a Stanley Lockwood. The dates of birth on both were 1823. The last was her birth certificate. Elena and Stanley were the parents written on the lines, and the year of her birth was 1991.

"My mom and dad were vampires. We are not your usual vampires that people make books and movies out of these days. Were slightly more elegant, and unlike what people believe, we do have a choice."

Again, Sara explained that any vampire family who has children can raise them as normal humans, or at a young age, divulge into their more ancient history. At first, most families would go into their long and strange history, but as the years went by, and society became what we know today, fewer did this, so fewer and fewer vampires were brought into the world.

"You see, I wanted to become like them. To live, to spread my knowledge, my love to the world. But, my parents were killed when I was eight, and for the ritual of becoming immortal, you have to be fifteen. So, I never got the chance." She sighed, and looked down at her hands folded in her lap, twiddling her thumbs.

If any Elder found out she was spilling all of this to a human, it would spell trouble for everyone. This was supposed to be secret, no one could know. But, it was the only way she could make him see and understand why she was the way she was with him.

Brent listened, and as she went on, he found it too crazy to believe. But, then she mentioned her parents. Sure, his parents were absent in his life and he grew up not really knowing them. But, they were still here. Sara had no one. She couldn't just pick up a phone and call her mother to talk about boys, hair, clothes, or whatever it is girls did. She didn't have a strong person in her life to protect and provide for her like a father should. He could only imagine how her life was, how she had to raise herself, teach herself everything parents are supposed to teach their kids.

She certainly had to learn to be strong for herself, because she had no one. "I'm sorry, about your parents," he said softly, wanting to reach out and hold her, to comfort her. To be there for her. "But, I still don't see how this really explains what happened between us."

Sara laughed softly, shaking her head. "In our history, vampires had a special bond to one, and only one other. Be it human, vampire, frog," she said, somewhat jokingly. "It was a beautiful thing called Semper Sodales. Roughly, it translates into Forever Soulmates. When one of our kind found their soulmate, it was magical. It was like two entities became one, two souls bodies and minds joined together forever. It happened a lot years ago. But as the world grew bigger, it happened less and less."

She paused and looked over at him. His face was somewhat amused, but interested. She wanted him to believe her. Because, as much as she hated to admit it to herself, this was true. He was her one and only. "But... This didn't happen until today, so why were you so angry and well, sort of bitchy with me all this time?" he asked, leaning forward, his hair falling into his face no matter how many times he tried to shove it back behind his ears.

"When we ran into each other, I had a suspicion. I felt a weird feeling when I saw you. You made my skin hot, but my blood cold. You made my mind stop working, but my heart race a million miles. It was confusing, and scary. I didn't want to admit it, but I liked you since that first day." She stopped herself when she saw the ray of hope glisten in his eyes. "But, I can't be with you. I can't let myself like you. I have too much planned with my life, and I'd never be around much."

Just as Brent began to have his hopes up. Instantly, she crushed them. Couldn't like him? But, a part of him understood. If he truly wanted to be a musician, he would be on the road a lot as well. He wouldn't be able to stay in one place, and he surely wouldn't have much money to provide to start with. He would be a poor choice for someone to be with.

"I understand, Sara," he said softly, even though he felt his heart breaking. "I'd never ask you to choose between me and your dreams." He got up slowly, about ready to head out when her hand wrapped around his wrist and pulled him back down to the couch.

"Brent, I appreciate that. I'd never ask you to choose, either." She smiled softly, feeling a little better about getting this off her chest. Even if he didn't understand and only thought it was a joke. She leaned forward, pressing her lips to his cheek softly, feeling warm tears well up in her eyes. "I'm sorry, but this would just never work in the end."

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Chapter Two- What Will It Take?
Brent Stephen Smith. Born as an only child, and for most of his childhood only had a nanny to call family. His mother was a very well renowned lawyer, and was gone a lot dealing with cases. His father was in and out of their lives, and even when he was a part of it, he spent his time travelling for his business. Despite only having fleeting moments with his family, he never spoke ill of them. He knew they were doing what they had to do. But, with all of his freedom as he got older, he found out he had a love of music.

He spent every dime of his allowance and money he earned from odd jobs on anything that caught his attention. And this obsession of his is what his dreams were made of. He wanted to be like his idols, to be on stage, rocking out. Sadly, as much as he wanted to play the guitars or drums, he had tried several times and just didn't like it. It was only by chance did he learn he was a pretty damn good singer.

By the end of middle school, he had made new friends who shared his passion of music. They played every weekend in their garages, even though their parents hated it, and they were sure the neighbors had a few complaints as well. But Brent didn't care. He felt alive when he sang, he felt like he was finally in the one place he belonged.

He begged and pleaded his parents every chance he could to get new music, new equipment, everything he felt he would need to start his rock star life. They said they would help him, on the one condition he would stick to his studies and graduate. To at least prove he wanted to do this, he had to work for it.

That was fine and dandy until they uprooted his comfortable life, ripped him away from his friends and dreams, and moved him here to Colorado. Even though the promise was still the same, it didn't matter much to him. His life, his music, everything was back home. Not here in this miserable place. But, after a few weeks of moving here and walking downtown, he started to feel things were going to change.

They weren't flashy and even though their music seemed choppy and slapped together, Brent loved it. The entire place was hardly paying any attention to the group of guys, but he was hooked. It was the first time in a long time he felt good about living here. When the guys got bored of trying to entertain the crowds, they packed up their stuff to leave, but Brent hurried to catch them.

The three of them; Zach, Barry, and Eric, were all around Brent's age, except Zach. He had just turned twenty one. And they all seemed skeptical about Brent at first, until he showed them he was serious and proved he could sing. Then they were interested. So, every weekend they would hang out at Zach's place, play music, get drunk off Zach's never ending supply of beer, and make plans for their future.

So, why was it that everything else seemed to be going great, except at school? Sure, he had made friends he could get along with and hang out with. But Sara seemed to be the only person who still hated him. He could understand a few days of being miffed at butting heads, but two months? As much as he tried forgetting about her and ignoring it, he couldn't. He simply needed to know.

He got his chance one day when he was walking the halls during lunch. Most days they were crowded with groups of kids gossiping about everything from the latest phones, the newest designers and models, and who broke up with who. But this week, they were rather empty, only a few stragglers here and there. It was the week before finals, so most students were in the library cramming everything they could in such a short time.

Brent rounded a corner, humming to one of the songs playing on his iPod, when he felt a chill up his spine. He stopped dead in his tracks and looked up. There she was at her locker, putting some books away. Her usual group of friends were nowhere to be seen, she was alone for once. Swallowing, he slowly began walking towards her. This was probably the only chance he would get, he had to take it.

Sara, like always, had her head up in the clouds and was dreaming of what life was going to be like after school. Where would she go, what would she do? She sighed, a silly smile on her face as she grabbed the last book she would need for the day. As she straightened up to close her locker, she felt a warm hand on her shoulder. Thinking it was one of her friends, she turned around quickly, a smile on her face. Until she looked up into the blue eyes of a face that had been haunting her dreams since day one. No, no, no, she thought, sucking in a deep breath and pushing herself against the lockers, trying to create as much space between them as possible.

When he reached out to turn her to face him, he was prepared to be yelled at and pushed away. But seeing the smile on her face made his heart skip a few beats. After all, this close, it was the most emotion he had seen on her face. This close, he could smell faint floral scents from her shampoo, see the silver specks of color in her green eyes. It was tempting to just reach out and wrap his arms around her and bury his face in her hair. But, when he looked into her eyes and saw that he was getting the famous "Go Fuck Yourself" look, he cleared his throat and stepped back a little.

"Listen," he began, putting his hands on either side of her, taking slow deep breaths. "I know you hate me. I don't know why you do, and it's driving me crazy!" He stopped, closing his eyes. "Please, Sara. Just tell me why you hate me so much."

She stood there, her body wanting to run away and hide from him. But her mind wasn't getting the message to her muscles, leaving her frozen. He was so close to her now, and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest, she was surprised it didn't explode. Being in such close proximity to him, she could smell his after shave. It was faint, but it reminded her of freshly mowed grass after a summer storm. Very strong and down to earth. She was beginning to shake from forcing herself so far away from him.

When he said her name, she had to catch her breath again. It sent a warm feeling over her. She opened her mouth, then closed it. Then opened it again to speak, but nothing came out. Sighing, she closed her eyes. How could she tell him? I don't hate you, she said silently. I've liked you since day one, but I can't let myself. Everything is perfect, and when I think of you, everything is chaotic, crazy. You make me weak. Taking a slow, shaky breath, she finally looked up to him, trying hard not to give way to her true feelings. "Because, you're just a stupid boy and wouldn't understand. So leave me the hell alone." She ducked under his arm and tried to get away as fast as possible.

"Dammit, Sara!" he called after her, catching up and taking her wrist in his hand. Bad idea.

Touching her skin sent a strange, but strong electrical shock through him. Falling backwards, he sat there staring at her in shock. Whatever it was, it was like the two of them became one for that split second. And he could tell she felt it too, but her face was more confused and scared. Not exactly what he was expecting after that, but it was better than being glared at, right?

"What the fuck was that?" he breathed when he finally could form a coherent thought.

It can't be, she said to herself, staring at him. I'm not even, there's no way. It's just stories, she repeated a few times. She knew the legends about her ancestry, the twisted blood lines that ran in her family. But, there was one part of them she thought was just a bunch of bull. Except now. She had to take a moment to reevaluate the situation. Her mind was fuzzy, her body was still tingling with electricity, and for that briefest period of time, it was like she had touched his mind, felt everything he felt and knew. And then was yanked back into the cold cruel world.

It seemed like eternity before she could finally speak again. She balanced herself, and still with her eyes locked onto his, she opened her mouth. "I know this seems, weird, and strange, But, meet me in the courtyard after school. I can try to explain."

And with that, she turned on her heel and was gone. Brent pulled himself to his feet, dragging his bag off the floor and over his shoulder again. Dumbfounded and confused, he shook his head a little. It really didn't make any sense, but he knew he would have to find her after school. Even if her explanation made no sense, he would go to at least see her if nothing else.

The shrill ringing of the bell startled him back into reality, and he quickly rushed off to class. He didn't even have a chance to eat, and his stomach growled loudly in protest as he jogged through the school before the halls got too crowded.