I used to be... but instead of characters I have made, we used to make "Face claims" with really pretty real life people. xD; Lemme see if I can find a good post of mine... <.<;
Lawtan
02-19-2016 01:53 AM
...If I either added a thing to my library for Original Characters to be posted/listed (drawn?), or if I made a thread for it, would you find it useful?
Natsunaine
02-19-2016 01:55 AM
I would find it very useful
Batty
02-19-2016 01:57 AM
Same here. =]
Also, heres a shitfest.
I can't find a better one, as all the forums are pretty much gone.
YAY FOR ANCIENT RPS!
This ones from... 2008?
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English? Who needed it? Glancing harshly over his paper, the top mark clearly read 12%. WHO THE HELL GOT A 12% WHEN THEY WORKED ALL NIGHT ON SOME STUPID PAPER? Frey was pissed off. Not at himself. He was quite proud of his paper. He was pissed at the teacher. Sure, she was a bitch. At least Frey thought so. But she was probably racist, too. The other were in class had gotten even lower than he did, and he wasn't really interested in finding out what the others had gotten. Someone had suggested going up and talking to the professor. But Frey had things to do, people to see, things to eat. Shaking his head, and running his slender fingers through his spiked brown hair, emerald orbs sunk to the floor.
If he failed, he'd get thrown out. If he got thrown out, he'd have to go back to London. School paid off for at least that much. He was a smart man, but sometimes, he could be really, really stupid. Like staying up all night to finish a paper, when he knew his English teacher was going to fail him anyway. And then an idea struck him: Why not go to the headmaster, and get his opinion? But first, he would need someone else's. Frey would randomly choose a person, preferably female, and then have her read the paper, and tell him what she though about it. If SHE thought it deserved a higher grade, then, he would fight for it.
But not like how he fought the last time for a better grade. No one wanted to see him fully phased, with a hunk of raw meat in his mouth, running around the school. With that, he hadn't proven that he was stronger than the professor, and could rip her to pieces if she didnt change his mark. He just got suspended for awhile. And, almost thrown out of that class. And without that class, there was no way he would be able to graduate. School had always been important to Frey. But to find what he was looking for... no/ WHO he was looking for, he needed to stay in this island. In this school, even more possibly.
So he would walk up to any random, good looking girl, and ask her opinion on his paper. That was the plan, anyway. "Hey, hey you! Can I ask you a question? Or rather, a favor?" He turned on his smile, something that was used regularly, to get his way. It always worked, there wasn't one woman who turned him down when he smiled. And they when they saw his eyes, well, it was always a done deal from there on. Scratching the back of his neck, the man produced his paper. "Mind if you read this, and tell me what grade it really deserves?" It was the only way to fight for it. Plus, he wanted to make some new friends in the process. In the three years he'd been here, he hadn't had one fling. One girlfriend. One one night stand. Nothing.
Roger that. I'll see what I can set up this weekend. :)
Natsunaine
02-19-2016 02:05 AM
Thats really good; -;
Natsunaine
02-19-2016 02:13 AM
At this very moment, Kain felt strange, a sense of warmth filled his soul as his lips curved into a genuine smile, This sparkle in the man's eyes matching the stars as he looks to the smiling figures of whom which shared his company, Throughout the years of his life, Never had he felt so.. Calm, and at peace, Kain's life was filled with constant worry and fear, and even now in this particular moment, With the world's fate hanging in the balance, The quest and journey and sure perils that lain strewn across his future like a scarlet river of blood. He couldn't muster the need to even worry or frown.
Kyraii smiled as she looked to Kain, Her statement causing him to shake his head in slight disagreement, The words that he was too speak soft and gentle, Like the smoothest silk. "Indeed, I might be a warrior by trade Miss Kyraii, But that doesn't mean that your company would bore me in fact, I am sure we could enjoy simply conversating together, Besides I prefer peace over war." It was true, Kain wasn't a man to quickly jump into battle and shed blood for no reason at least. He wished to try and convince the women of such things, As he was sure by her reactions that, His trust was yet completely learned.
A bit of relief filled his soul when they both agree in unison upon touring the man among the village, Which in turn meant that his goal of earning their trust to do so was at least earned. "I would love the company of you both, So long as you do not mind traveling with a stranger who will surely get many weird glances for carrying a large scythe along his back." Kain chuckled slightly as he walked his way out to the main room of the inn, His eyes looking over his shoulders to confirm that they were following along. Hashirama, This monument you speak of, I assume that it is open and away from most of these villagers, Considering you mentioned an amazing view, I also assume it to be high up. "Perhaps we should travel there, I wish to show you something, That you would enjoy." Kain grinned as he motioned the man to lead the way.
One at a time the group seemed to file out slowly out of the inn, Kain's eyes once again admiring the beautiful landscape that was the village around him, It felt as though he would never get tired of it. His gaze quickly changing to that of Hashirama before speaking subtly. "Shall we?"
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The wind was still among the top of the mountain which beheld the monument as the group rounded the corner to the top, Kain's eyes widened from the simple beauty and amazement, Hashirama's earlier statement of the view was no jest, As Kain stepped to the edge of the cliff hanging over the new founded village, His amazement was enough to nearly take his breathe away. "It truly is a sight to behold Hashirama, It is quite impressive and beautiful, But I must admit, I didn't ask you to bring me here to see the view." Kain turned as his eyes seemed cold, His enjoyment and child like wonder completely wiped from his face. "In all honesty, I wanted to test a theory of which I had heard recently. I've heard that the hearts of men can be interpreted in the heat of battle as their powers clash, I wish to see your true heart, If you so allow me." .
Kain was filled with happiness and determination as the man seemed to smirk, and respond with an agreement to the proposition. Kain walked forward to the man standing a mere foot from him, Waiting for Kyraii to get to a safe position before speaking. "Since I am new to your customs, I wish we battle on my terms. First the bow." Kain backed up to a bowing distance, His fist pressed hard against his chest as he signaled Hashirama in a way to imitate him as he bowed forward and once again arose. "The terms are simple my friend, We clash and spar, No holding back, No hard feelings at the end, and most of all, The first to admit defeat must kneel before the other as one would a leader or superior, Upon one knee with their fist to their chest, And as I said before, No holding back, Which means you and I are allowed to use anything in our arsenal including weapons and jutsu. Let us begin.
Kain took a deep breathe as he turned to Hashirama, Walking a few paces away, causing a small gap between him and his sparing partner before unsheathing his scythe, Placing the hilt against the dirt below his feet, The pure weight of his dragon tooth weapon alone cratering the ground slightly. Soon enough, Kain sprinted forward, The scythe leading behind him as it became parellel with the ground, The crescent curvature of the blade clearly pointed at the his foe, Kain's feet carrying him quickly towards Hashirama, But not to attack head on, As the man nearly became almost withing striking distance of his foe, Kain quickly slid to his knees, sliding past Hashirama, The blade sweeping towards his feet, Clearly an attempt to catch his foe off guard, Knowing the man would most likely find a way to dodge, Kain would follow up by trying to swiftly stand back to his feet in time to have and use the small advantage to gauge his opponents speed, and strength, In preparation of the next move.
This is literally most recent post on anything
Batty
02-19-2016 02:28 AM
Jesus fuck. xD; You're so much better than me. xD;
Ignore the spelling mistake, im too lazy to fix them.
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Fang drew closer. It was enough to make the womans breath hitch in her belly. The only thing she could do was react back, and as his lips locked with hers, she held on to the vampire as tight as she could. Honestly, she'd been waiting for this for a really, really long time. Kissing anyone else would have been a crime, and they would have had to locks the Faerie up. He, himself, was the perfect little criminal for her. And no one else would have ever taken his place. Ever. Her fingers seemed to have a mind of their own, and of course, she went to scratching. Softly, of course. In the heat of the moment, she was. And it didn't seem as if there was anything that was going to stop her, when Fang pulled away.
Always the cautious one, that man. The fear played out on his face. Well, not fear... but hesitation. Why was he hesitating? In doubts that she would run away at any moment? So he left her alone because of his own foolishness? Undine was already ready to forget the past. He seemed genuine now, and thats all that mattered."If I didn't want to be here, I would have gone already. So kiss me, damnit." It hurt too much not to just... forgive him. Sure, it seemed sappy, and sure, maybe it was cheesy. And it was probable that every actress in Hollywood had said that same line a million times, in a million different movies. But when it was real, it was real. And the Fae was honestly serious.
Any woman would have been stupid enough not to stay. Not to love him. And she was stupid. Because right here, was where she wanted to be exactly. Only one thing had changed: He had become a vampire. And while she hadn't thought about it until now, Vampires were indeed biters. If words wouldn't work on him, then something else would. Their noses were so close, and Undine couldn't help but eskimo him. It was sweet, and cute, right? She moved to his neck, his ear, nuzzling him gently with her own nose. She was going to get brave in just a moment, but first, her lips grazed his cheek, to his lips again.
God, she missed this. She would sacrifice anything, for this.... to just stay. Anything. She kissed his lips tenderly, feeling as he worked his own rough ones against hers. Those oceanic eyes closed instantly, and whilst in the kiss, moved his lips gently towards the veins in her neck. It would prove how much he meant to her, prove that she would do anything just to make him see that she was over the past.
His hands were on her waist, and she wouldn't move them. Not for the world. Why was she being so lovey? It wasn't technically in her nature. But the man brought it out of her. And in this moment, she had thought of nothing else. No one else. Not work, not her shadow, not that the lights were out and it was pouring it. The softly dimmed candles illuminated his figure, and she was ready to risk it all. He needed to believe she was in this for real, and that there was nothing anyone could do to make her go away.
She was here to stay, whether he liked it or not. Although, it would pain her if he pushed himself away now. She was very much involved, there wasn't any turning back. Pressing his lips to her neck, she kept her hand firm. Closing her eyes once again, she arched her back and waited.
This is so much fun xD I remember ALL these posts and just like.. AHHHh! XD i miss my babies =[
Natsunaine
02-19-2016 02:54 AM
Omg i want more!!!.MOAR
Im not better than you at all xD
Batty
02-19-2016 03:02 AM
Mind you, ALL of these are from 2007-2008 or so...
...theyre old.
Natsunaine
02-19-2016 03:05 AM
Trust me when i say i usee to be awful at rps.
Batty
02-19-2016 03:10 AM
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Luna Morrigan Ashe. The woman was known for many things, but one thing no one had ever guessed about her was that she had a child. Yes. A child. The kid wasn't more than, say, 3 years now. But that didn't matter. She was a rapidly growing little thing, with every day that passed she would grow another 4 inches. At the current moment, Luna was leaving the court house on the Roseate Spires island. Why, you ask? Well, when Luna was 22, she had be exclusive with a man. That was quickly tarnished by her whore-iffic nature, and the two split before the woman had come to teach at the school. Well, with Halloween coming up, and her "unexplained leave" tick tick tocking away, Luna needed to do something... drastic.
All throughout her pregnancy, Luna had sworn that she didn't want the child. Hell, the father didn't even want it. Mostly, because he didn't want to be tied to Luna till the day he died. Well, no one could blame him there. If it wasn't for her choke hold on her little, darling baby brother, he wouldn't want her either. So it was settled. About a month after her little rendezvous in the detention room, she was then served with papers that the childs father had died of... something, Luna didn't really care, and that she was now the caretaker of the kid. Well, with the lifestyle she led, her child wouldn't be better off with her. So she went down to the court to file papers of some sort.
Now, legally, her little brother was the godfather, and therefore, his responsibility to raise the child. With Luna's compulsion, that task was easy enough to accomplish. But now, the hard part was getting Seth to agree to such a task. The little girl at her side was blonde, with extraordinary bright blue eyes. She looked like an elf, but as she would grow... well, that would be a dead no. Luna would never even so much as touch one of those hippie tree hugger with a 50 foot pole. She was a vampire, of course, mixed with demon and siren, AND succubus blood. Oh, NELLY! Luna didn't even want to think about what SHE would grow up to be!
But then again, being mixed with all that blood made her growth a rapid process. By the time Luna was 35, her child would be 20, maybe even older than that. And then, she would stop growing altogether. That thought alone was a relief. At least she'd live right? Luna never had maternal blood. Especially after her entire nature had changed after she left home. Taking care of her brothers were one thing, but taking on a child was a whole different story altogether. Placing her hands on the wheel of her oddly shaped mustang, Luna took off from the court house, and headed towards the school.
The child, looked confused. She'd never been farther than where her "father" had lived, and, her intense blue eyes shadowed with fear. "Mommy... mommy where are you taking me?" Luna didn't have an answer to that question, really. The only thing she knew to say was "I'm not your mommy, child." The little girl than began to cry. Sure, she had the body of a three year old. The speech of a three year old. But the mind of a one, or two year old. She was confused, and scared, and Luna couldn't sympathize.
Pulling into the school parking lot, Luna could tell just what Seth was going to say when she delivered this little bundle of pure joy. Inwardly, she laughed to herself. Turning to the little child, she bent down to her level, and looked her straight in the eyes. Before going to pick her up earthside, she'd watched a 3 day marathon of super nanny. Call her retarded, but hey, it seemed to be working. "Now, I'm going to take you to your mommy seth, and daddy adonis, okay?" The girl looked confused. Both, were male names. Cocking her head to the side, luna just shook her own head. "They're both boys. But don't be alarmed. Daddy Seth is almost exactly like me, okay?"
The girl brightened. Apparently, her father had been filling her in on everything Luna. Including, Luna being her mother. There was a nonstop 20 questions session the entire ride to Roseate Spires. Luna couldn't answer any of those questions though. Making her way through the hallways, the little girl attached to her hand, she made her way to the boys dorm. Where, of course, she never got weird stares considering she was there so much. A little pat on the ass here and there, though, was in order. But it didn't make Luna feel any braver. Seth would surely kill her. She knocked on the door three times, four times, until she heard grunting, and then footsteps coming towards the door.
When it was opened a crack, Luna beamed. "SURPRISEEEE BABY BROTHER! I GOT YOU AN EARLY CHRISTMAS PRESENT!"
and last one, I'm spoiling you.
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The bottle of whiskey was almost near its end. Only little droplets remained, and that nearly made Esteri want to cry. She'd come here, to get away from everyone. Everything. To get so drunk, that she might be able to forget everything thats ever happened to her. With a sigh, she downed the last few droplets of the amber liquid, and fell back onto the cemeteries dirt. The fake tombstones that surrounded her, unnamed. Unmarked. Could there really be bodies down below the earth? Sighing, she tossed the bottle far away from her, and allowed the alcohol to burn through her system. In a little while, she would be so incoherent, it wouldn't matter what lay beneath the earth. Nothing would matter anymore.
Esteri was killing herself. Slowly, but surely. With the amount of alcohol she consumed, it would deteriorate her liver. And of course, the woman only had her brother as a companion. Troy? Yeah. She was in love with him, but she found that she might have been too difficult for him to handle. She didn't need to be taken care of, but once in awhile would have been nice. And that was just the bitch side of her thinking. She could say so many things to describe her life, and luxurious, wasn't the word. People here thought Esteri had it all. She didn't. The siren actually had less than what she would have loved to have. But either way, well...
No one would ever know. No one would ever care. If someone found her now, she would be a total mess. Falling all over herself. Slurring her words together. Did someone really want to come and save her? Besides Kael, Esteri had no one who wanted her. No one in the world. Unless she was just blind to it all. Running her fingers through her blue tinged bangs, she began to sob. Uncontrollably. Some drunks were mean. Some were emotional. Esteri was a mix of the two. Standing up, a little to fast for her liking, she threw herself against a tree, pounding on it. She was irrational, and violent, and just wanted, for once, to be held.
She was used and abused before, and all she really wanted was someone to love her for her. Not for her body. Her breasts, her legs. Not because she was wonderful in bed. But because they thrived off her energy. Her personality. Her talent. Ripping her fingers down the bark of the tree, and failing to remember to keep back her strength, the fingers began to bleed. Esteri was in a bad place, and she needed someone to save her from it. Her eyes wandered around the perimeter, and she hid inside the shadows. Things criss crossed around, the ground seemed as if it were moving. And while the wind whipped around her...
She felt as if it were spirits, or ghosts, or whatever. She was losing it fast. Two bottled of whiskey would definitely do that to a person. Hallucination, wasn't described on the bottle, but it seemed as if thats what was happening to her. "Fuck!" Falling to her knees she sat there, still, swaying back and forth.
The world began to spin. Esteri had no idea why they said getting drunk would make things better, but, they did. She held more concentration keeping her body in motion, than she did thinking about the stares, the screams, the crying. Somehow, coming to this place had made everything worse. Her brother had no problems at all fitting in, making friends, forgetting about his home. But the Siren did. She was getting to the point, where she was thinking of going home, and calling it quits. With her brother at her side, or not. Somehow, she was keeping herself stable. The girl didn't really know how she was doing it, but she was.
It would be amazing to see if she actually lasted the night without passing out in some random place. Like here. It was a tad creepy, but Esteri found a comfort about the fake dead. If it was real, she was sure she would have been a lot more comfortable, but nevertheless.... In fact, maybe she wouldn't even go home. Maybe she'd just run off to Transylvania, or better yet, someplace in America. Thanks to the help of Troy, her english had improved along with his. She was able to speak full on sentences, with no mistakes. Hardly any mistakes, anyway.
But the girl had nothing here. Nothing solid, to keep her here. She had little friends, and, with band practive, and working so much in school she hardly had time to associate with people. Plus, they already thought she was weird anyway. Feeling around on the ground, her shadow skittered away from her, obviously disappointed in her actions. And then she heard footsteps. Heavy ones, as if someone was ... running? But she couldn't force her eyes to look up, to see who it was. "You're too laaaaate." Her thick finnish accent slurred her words a lot more than normal. She found no vowls when she spoke. But then again, did she ever? The woman didn't know. Hands gripped her tight, and sometimes, she wished she was like Troy, or a Vampire.
Then she could smell the person who was trying to snap her out of her drunken state, or at least help her keep her head upright. Then a pair of familiar eyes caught hers. "Try?" She missed the 'O' that time. And then Esteri began to giggle insanely. "What the hell am I DOING HERE? WHAT YOU?" Usually, she wasn't terrible at speaking. Right now, she was downright .... terrible. It was almost hysterical.
She couldn't even hear her own voice ring in her ears. The only ringing she heard, was the sound of her senses going haywire. She rolled her head in the direction of the bottles she'd thrown aside, and sighed. What was there to do now? She'd been discovered. She wouldn't be able to go back to wherever she came from, to fetch another bottle. Or at least steal one from Kael's room. Her head lolled to and fro, her eyes not being able to focus in one spot for too long. She was really, really drunk. "I need to sleep, Troy." Esteri could only allow those words to form. Nothing else she tried came out. They were just mumbles on her lips.
Natsunaine
02-19-2016 03:22 AM
X,D i laughed towards the end of esteris drunkeness
Batty
02-19-2016 03:33 AM
Lmao, its long because I cut out the other dudes reply. <.<
ANYWAY.
GONNA RUN AWAY IN EMBARRASSMENT NOW.
Lawtan
02-19-2016 10:49 AM
...The examples I have come from Eschaton (Suze's RP), my first ever roleplay...it's a bit bad...okay, rather bad.
Running in the shivering structure,
Kadia heard a shriek. She turned, eyes growing, and saw brown-grey forms swimming through the air towards her and Rurik. Snakes, like the horned ones that seemed to crawl around outside, were coming for them. Believing it to be some trick from the priest, she mentally broke up pieces of wall and threw them at the creatures, hitting many, killing a few. Rurik, a little behind, jumped into the fray of snakes as they passed, taking a significant chunk with him.
A large group was still heading towards her, horned reptiles with extending jaws. Quickly, Kadia swung her hooked swords, severing the heads of many of the fellows. However, there were still a few who landed on her, immediately knocking her on her back with force, and latching onto her lower leg. Fortunate enough not to hit her head, Kadia felt a fire in her legs as venom was pumped in from seven snakes.
A normal person would have died, but Kadia had been given doses of many kinds of poison and venom for 20 years. Still, the snakes were annoying, and Kadia could still have some issues with such venom – this was a place that defied logic, afterall. Unchaining the swords, she sliced the horned snakes with two swipes. Looking, she saw the group also had snakes attacking them. Rurik was chewing through five while stomping on another three. An odd… fellow was fighting his own, but also had a few of the ones she threw back head towards him. Feeling the fire in her legs, Kadia mentally lifted her firewheels and spun them towards the snakes surrounding Rurik…
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[Enemy_Count = 12
Attacking Enemy…]
Rurik was of the opinion that he hated these snakes. His senses, relying on wavelengths other than color, and a tinge of aura sight, made these annoying creatures difficult to spot. Fortunately, his metal hide caused the reptiles to leave only slight dents…and broken fangs. Rurik let off hot air as he crunched another two.
[Enemy_Count = 10
Attacking Enemy…]
A swack of metal slicing through three snakes called Rurik’s attention to his mistress. From their link, he felt her pain, one of the few actual sensations he gets. Rurik swings his tail, bashing another two in the head while the wheel slices through the heads of two more.
Rurik grabbed the other three horned fellows between his mechanical lever-jaws, and crunches. A series of heads, arrow-pointed, sightless, and crowned, fell to the ground. Rurik bound towards Kadia, readying the antivenom and chemical toxin kit…
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Kadia hobbled over to Rurik. With a sigh of opening machinery, the anti-kit was revealed, stored in Rurik. Kadia put in two IV’s – one to pull out venom, another to inject chemical neutralizers. Within minutes, the pain ebbed to a dull ache, and Kadia could walk again. However, the creatures were still fighting the others. Kadia spotted Thomas’s men heading forward with an uncertainty about them, and despite her common sense, decided to help, asking Rurik to assist Dante…
