Bluespur
I like a lot of anime. If you want to talk about some, don't be a stranger.
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Post by Bluespur on Jan 16, 2017 8:48:57 GMT -5
I'm super bored right now and it's early in the morning, wanna roleplay? My post length usually reflects that of my partners, but I usually type anywhere from 7-30 lines per post. Things I'd be interested in doing:
Fantasy Percy Jackson Rangers Apprentice The Witcher Naruto Hunter x Hunter Bleach Maximum Ride
Note: I don't like roleplaying with canon characters and if romance becomes a topic at hand, I only do mxf.
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Stormsong~
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Post by Stormsong~ on Jan 17, 2017 19:34:49 GMT -5
(Anything is fine really. Maybe a long sword or a bow and arrow?)
Michiko Tanaka is a 5 foot 2, young woman, with lavender hair that is cut off at her shoulders. She had extremely pale skin, and her eyes are a blank and yellow stare (think Hinata's eyes, except light yellow). Her parents were taken over by Kishin when she was a child, and she was rescued by a miester and weapon team and brought back to the academy. She was raised by Lord Death, and she is the resident "house mouse", as she is extremely quiet around those she doesn't know, but she is very talkative and sarcastic once someone actually gets to know her. She had an interesting personality. When her glasses are on, she is the sweetest girl you could ever meet, but when they come off, she becomes a rather terrifying person. Still quiet, there is a glint that enters her eye as she gains slightly more confidence and the will of a warrior. She is highly intelligent, and she prefers strategy over brute strength. Her passion, other than eradicating demons, is music, and she loves to sing; although, she will never let anyone hear her willingly.
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Post by Stormsong~ on Jan 17, 2017 19:58:19 GMT -5
(Okay ) Michiko normally would have been blinking blearily into the morning sun that was streaming through her windows, but today she had beaten the sun up....by several hours. It was 8 o'clock when she finally spared a glance at the clock sitting next to her bed, and she thought she was going to be sick. She glanced into the mirror as she brushed her hair, finally managing to tame her wild bed head into somewhat normal looking curls. Her outfit, a black kimono with purple lily flowers that was cut off at her knee tops hung on her Frame much more nicely than usual as she had ironed it the night before. She snapped the purple bowtie on her lacey chocker, readjusted her glasses, and slipped on her dress shoes, clicking the toes against the floor as she put them on. She took a deep breath before exiting her room. She could do this. Feeling like she was going to pass out, she made her way downstairs and into the main parlor of the DWMA where a few weapons and meisters were already milling about, chatting and making bonds. She slid into a corner of the room and simply observed with her rather eerie yellow eyes- much too nervous to actually talk to anyone. Her purple bow tie marked her as a meister. She felt her heart thumping wildy as she looked over the crowd. She knew she had to make Lord Dead proud by finding a partner and making a Death Scythe for him to repay him for raising her, and yet it already seemed impossible. She smoothed over the pleated kimono skirt nervously.
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Post by Stormsong~ on Jan 17, 2017 20:40:00 GMT -5
Michiko started when he smelled her hair, and she shied into the corner. It was an accurate metaphor for how the boy made her feel- cornered. When he announced that he was her new weapon, she simply blinked a few times as disbelief coursed through her. I'm pretty sure I have to agree to that," She thought, slightly dizzy at how fast things were moving along. Then again, everyone else had mostly paired up having ignored the girl in the corner for the better part of the event, and he seemed friendly enough. "My name is Michiko, but you can call me Michi." She stammered out as a blush fell over her cheeks and her eyes fluttered to the ground. "I'm sorry if I smell bad; I'm a meister." She trailed off, feeling akaward as she took in the boy's appearance and mannerisms. Years of people skills took over as she analyzed him quickly after taking a quick glance. She bowed and announced with as much confidence as she could muster. "Dozo yoroshiku onegaishimasu (I leave myself in your hands, roughly translated)!". She straighten up quickly, unable to meet the boy's eyes with her own pale moons.
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Post by Stormsong~ on Jan 17, 2017 21:01:53 GMT -5
Michi was used to be being stepped on because she had no back bone at all, but he could have at least gotten her name right. The timid Michiko shrunk farther and farther into herself as he got her name wrong. She was insignificant, but was even her name that forgettable? She felt tears brimming at her eyes as they walked, and she felt very akaward as he talked so loudly and slung his arm around her. The tears were getting bigger when the boy made the biggest mistakes of his life. 1. He took off her glasses, and 2). He touched, not to mention hit her, while she had her glasses off.
All of a sudden, Michilo stood up straighter as her yellow eyes blared to life. She threw his arm off of her and looked up at him- eyes a yellow with fury. "Listen here, you brat." She started into him, clenching her fists in anger. "MY name is Michiko. Not mi-mi or Michku or whatever other ridiculous nickname you just tried to call was. You are lucky I even agreed to be the partner of someone so rude, and if you ever hit my shoulder like that again, I will make sure you never stand up straight again, got it?" She threatened it all in a dark whisper; calm, but with the promise in her voice that she was a woman of her word. "If you want to survive till the opening ceremony, I suggest you clean up your attitude and give me my glasses back before I decide to make myself a new pair out of the bones of you dead body." She looked at him- not cracking even the faintest hint of a smile.
The others around them started to murmur in unease. They had heard the rumors of the dark side of michiko, but no one really had ever seen the girl without her glasses on. They all were starting to think that she looked much cuter with them on, when she didn't turn into an avenging angel who looked like she would eat you for breakfast.
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