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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Jan 24, 2017 16:52:51 GMT -5
ah, yes of course! I'll do my best to get him up tonight, but because I'm not on a computer right now, and also because I'm coming down with a pretty bad migraine, you might not get him until tomorrow. just a heads up!
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Post by β πππ πππππ-πππππ on Jan 24, 2017 16:54:31 GMT -5
that's fine with me. hope you feel better soon! fair warning, I might not be on until much later tonight. I'm supposed to stay after school and go to a pediatric cardiologist
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Jan 24, 2017 17:03:55 GMT -5
thank you ^^ not to worry! I'll probably disappear pretty soon anyway (it's 11 pm here and I don't want to be up too late when I'm not doing so great health wise). if I don't see you for a while, have a great rest of your day and good luck with you cardiologist's appointment!
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Post by β πππ πππππ-πππππ on Jan 24, 2017 17:06:49 GMT -5
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Post by β πππ πππππ-πππππ on Jan 25, 2017 17:22:03 GMT -5
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Post by anormallife on Jan 25, 2017 21:28:09 GMT -5
Is The Prince and the Knight plot still open? Because I would love to rp that with you. ^^
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Post by β πππ πππππ-πππππ on Jan 25, 2017 21:33:41 GMT -5
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Post by anormallife on Jan 25, 2017 21:42:08 GMT -5
Alright, do you have a preference for what character you want to roleplay? I'm okay with rping any of the muses.
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Post by β πππ πππππ-πππππ on Jan 25, 2017 21:43:20 GMT -5
I'd prefer to play muse a ^.^
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Post by anormallife on Jan 25, 2017 21:59:28 GMT -5
V The Prince and the Knight Wesley Arber -- 19 -- anormallife description -- Wesley stands at about 5β9β and has a wider frame with muscular build. Has naturally medium white skin but is tanned to a light brown from spending time in the sun. He has thick, wavy, dark brown hair that is cut shorter on the sides and back and is longer on the top of his head. Has a square face shape and high cheek bones. Has almond shaped light green eyes surrounded by dark lashes and thick eyebrows. rp sample
Sample 1:
The substitute was busy writing down that someone was absent so Scott took his opportunity and slipped into the classroom so he wouldn't be caught coming in late. None of the other students took notice and He quickly sat down in the seat beside Teonce, setting his bag down beside himself. So many other students were moving around that he doubted that the sub saw him.
The sub looked at the list of names and called out the next name. "Scott Hanna?"
"Present." He said with a grin as he leaned his elbows up on the desk in front of him. The sub eyed him, unsure if he saw him sitting there before, but continued on going through the list of names. Scott let out a small sigh of relief since he got away with coming in late then he reached down into his bag and pulled out his Spanish work from last night. It was half done, so he attempted it somewhat but didn't put in enough effort to finish it. Well it was more that he got distracted, he saw something outside his window and went to go check it out. Then he was... attacked by some sort of dog thing. And now that he was thinking back on it he didn't think it really happened. There was no signs on him this morning that he got attacked at all. Maybe his mind was just playing tricks on him, maybe he was just tired. He did wake up late this morning.
He looked over at Teonce, noticing the unfinished work sheet on the desk in front of him. "You didn't finish either? Do you think the sub will check it?" he asked, leaning toward him slightly as he talked.
Sample 2: Shiloh stepped out onto the small porch on his small home nestled at the edge of the woods. Which was convenient for him if he ever wanted to shift into his elk form. Although he did have to watch out for hunters and not just the supernatural kind. If a regular hunter saw and elk in these woods they would for sure try to take him down. He always had to keep out a watchful whenever he went off into the woods. He slipped a jacket over his grey t-shirt and made sure the boots he was wearing were laced up before pulling his jeans over the tops of them. He took a quick glance around and pushed some his hair away from his face before he stepped off the porch. He started to walk towards the woods, glad that he would finally get to shift today. Then he'll finally feel more comfortable and relaxed. He would have to wait until he knew for sure he was out of sight
(I can type up longer posts if I need to, but I don't have any samples of that because my more longer posts got deleted along with the old forums.)
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Post by β πππ πππππ-πππππ on Jan 26, 2017 16:16:39 GMT -5
anormallife you also have to play muse c because it'd be awk if I played romance with myself ono
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Post by anormallife on Jan 26, 2017 16:21:27 GMT -5
Well Wesley is the knight or muse C, sorry if that was confusing. Do you want me to rp muse b as well?
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Post by β πππ πππππ-πππππ on Jan 26, 2017 16:22:19 GMT -5
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Jan 26, 2017 16:23:55 GMT -5
I'm slowly piecing him together from old things I had saved and new things I've learned about him since. I'd say I'm about half-way there, and hopefully it shouldn't be much longer. sorry to keep you waiting even this long!
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Post by β πππ πππππ-πππππ on Jan 26, 2017 16:29:59 GMT -5
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Jan 26, 2017 17:12:15 GMT -5
alright so I've written him up three separate times now, in decreasing quality each time, because my internet is being spotty and generally weak right now and I keep forgetting to copy what I've written before I click post. I'm going to try once again who knows how sloppy he'll be this time?? certainly not I. and if that doesn't work I'll start over in the morning when my internet (hopefully) won't have a vendetta against me.
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Post by β πππ πππππ-πππππ on Jan 26, 2017 17:14:28 GMT -5
alright
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Post by anormallife on Jan 26, 2017 17:25:27 GMT -5
alrighty, should I make a short description of them as well?
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Post by β πππ πππππ-πππππ on Jan 26, 2017 17:26:20 GMT -5
yep!
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Jan 26, 2017 17:49:44 GMT -5
vi - the art of war Khyan -- 25 -- ree fc: rami malekKhyan shows every sign of having been raised into wealth. He's narcissistic and selfish, but more than anything he tends to take everything for granted - so much so that it's frustrating for most anyone around him. He fails to ever take no for an answer and seems to think he deserves whatever he asks for. Given that his people view him as a god on earth, maybe that's not so surprising. All of that being said, Khyan is actually a kind enough person. He's caring and incredibly loyal, even if he puts himself first the majority of the time anyway. More than anything, though, he's honest. Khyan keeps to his words and shies away from lies. He has no reason to fear the truth, after all, but even if he did he would shy away from lies. They're just inconvenient, or so he says. He's a genuine and transparent person, surprisingly easy to approach once you get over the pharaoh/god thing and easy to get to know.
rp sample
The Hollender army was winning today. It had not been the case the day previous, and Samuel had no way of knowing if it would be the case tomorrow, but today they were. No doubt about it. With each clang of blade against blade, the army forced their way forward. Screams and shouts echoed over the battlefield, but nobody paid them any mind. They'd all seen death. Too much of it. The sounds of the dying were something to be ignored, tuned out. Listening to it only distracted you and fed your nightmares for years to come. As if the nightmares of a soldier needed feeding.
Samuel had gotten good at ignoring these screams. Sometimes one stood out - the last, desperate scream of a child forced into battle was impossible not to hear - but for the most part, they became as faint as the cacophony of blade against blade and the unmistakable smell of blood on the air. You got used to it quickly until you filtered it away completely. He'd walked past too many fatally wounded men, allies and foes, and ignored more pleas for help or mercy than he cared to count. For some reason, today he hadn't been able to.
The man hadn't even been begging for help when Samuel found him. He looked as weak as a leaf on the wind and was certainly close to death by now. Close enough for begging to be out of the question. Close enough for him to have trouble moving, by the look of his arms and hands. Close enough that the medics back at camp might even refuse to try saving his life. Yet, looking down at the man who, upon closer inspection of his weapons, was supposed to be his enemy, there was nothing he could do but bend down and, after murmuring assurance, lift him.
It took effort, more effort than even Samuel's pride might let him admit, but he managed to lift the Mercia soldier. Now what? He hadn't considered this part. What was he supposed to do with an enemy to his entire kingdom? He definitely couldn't put him down, not now that he'd already taken action to help the man. He couldn't waltz into an enemy camp, either, especially not when he had to cross a battlefield to do so. Back to Hollender it was. Luckily enough for him, they were both of Hollender's side of the field. It made it far easier for Samuel to make his way back to camp without having to engage in some sort of combat, all while holding a person. That wouldn't have ended well for either of them.
By the time he arrived back at camp, his arms had gone numb, and it felt as though they might come off at any moment. He had no time to reflect upon this, because the moment he stepped into the medic's tent, as close to the battlefield as was safe, covered in another man's blood and holding that same man in his arms, he was overwhelmed by loud chatter and half a dozen of his own rushing towards them to take the Mercier man off his hands.
As he stood, watching weakly as they started work on the man they didn't realise had tried to kill their allies and friends only hours ago, he only managed to think one thing. What have I done? there we go. I got tired a while ago so this is probably not great but whatever. it is what it is.
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Post by anormallife on Jan 26, 2017 18:03:23 GMT -5
Evelyn (Insert last name here because I can't think of one right now) -- 18 -- anormallife description -- Evelyn stands at around 5'6" and has a petite frame. She has pale skin with some pink undertones to it. She has long light brown colored hair that stops about half way down her back and has a slight wave to it. She has a heart shaped face and a small beauty mark under her right eye. She has and upturned hazel eyes surrounded by dark colored lashes.
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Post by β πππ πππππ-πππππ on Jan 26, 2017 18:56:54 GMT -5
π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― waaaaah I love Rami and I love Khyan~<3 I'll have my charrie up in a few anormallife wonderful! I'll make a thread in a few and post my character there
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Post by anormallife on Jan 26, 2017 18:59:23 GMT -5
Okay ^^
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Lesbian
#ECF7F7
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 28, 2017 18:39:20 GMT -5
Hello there c: I'm interested in plot three, would it happen to still be open?
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Post by β πππ πππππ-πππππ on Jan 29, 2017 13:09:46 GMT -5
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Lesbian
#ECF7F7
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 29, 2017 14:55:00 GMT -5
oh nice<3 I'd like to claim it then if it's alright c: I was also wondering if I could role-play Muse B? If not, that's fine~
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Post by β πππ πππππ-πππππ on Jan 30, 2017 12:11:08 GMT -5
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Lesbian
#ECF7F7
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 30, 2017 15:59:13 GMT -5
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zoe frost -- looks about 20, actually around 700 -- Feathertalon A short female vampire that stands at only 4"11'. She has short black hair and striking amber eyes. Zoe is a short tempered vampire, somebody you don't want to have on your bad side. She's harsh and doesn't let anybody walk over her; living as long as she has had made her quite cynical. However, once she gets to know somebody, she is exceedingly loyal and compassionate.
Role-play Sample [ hope it's alright that I took this from another role-play ] Even before the sun was up the tomcat's paws were itching for him to do something. He was sure most of the Clan was still curled peacefully up inside their nests; he himself should have still been asleep, even if his sleep would have lasted no longer than another hour, but that wasn't like this tomcat. He never slept late - late being the rising of the sun. This tomcat was always up before the sun could even stretch its rays across the land. This was something he had always done. Even as a young kit, as an apprentice, as a warrior, he had been awake before most others would even dare think about rousing from sleep. That was just who this cat was, an extremely early riser.
Dried moss clung to his cream-brown pelt. He shook off, the moss falling back into his nest. He would worry about fixing that later, right now he had something else on his mind. The pale Siamese slipped out of his den on silent paws. Pale blue eyes scanned the camp for any signs of movement - nothing. He seemed to be the only cat awake right now. Nothing new. Seeing that he wasn't needed right now, seeing that his Clan was still tucked away in their dens, the tomcat slipped right out of camp seemingly undetected. The tang of the nearby ocean danced around his muzzle. He drew in a deeper breath of the serene scent, the fur along his spine ruffling with pleasure. He adored the ocean. It gave life to his Clan. Even in the darkness he knew his way around thanks to his lovely guide - the scent of the ocean.
Everything was silent before dawn. It was the kind of silence that one would associate with the end of rain, the end of a wonderful celebration, or the end of a peaceful day. It was calming to the tomcat known as Robinstar. There was no where as peaceful as this wonderful territory. LittoralClan was the epitome of peace.
Leaves parted as the large tomcat pushed through them. His paws hit rock with a satisfying thud sound. Robinstar chuckled to himself quietly. This was his typical morning routine, to just go outside and head to his little rock perch. It wasn't anything hidden from his Clanmates, oh no, this was something that any one of his Clanmates could find with simple ease. It wasn't far from camp, and it was a wonderful place to go when a cat wanted to escape from camp and find peace.
Robinstar managed to climb up the hill in only a matter of seconds. Even if he had a large build, he was nimble and agile, quick on his paws. He maneuvered effortlessly, stopping only when he reached the top. Delicately he sat down upon the stone and drew in a deep breath. His eyes closed in bliss. From this perch he could see for miles and miles. The ocean stretched out wide and black in the shadow of night. Not much longer and the ocean would glow with the colors of a breaking dawn. Watching the sunrise was one of Robinstar's favorite things. Every morning he would come out to this one spot to watch the dawn paint the ocean in soft hues. It wasn't long before the light of the sun began to illuminate the sky above. Robinstar perked up his ears, eyes narrowing into slits as light shone against the heavens. From behind him the sun rose, and before he knew it, the ocean was alight with brilliant colors. Soft pinks, rosy reds, tangy oranges, and vibrant yellows decorated the clear waters. The lazy waves bounced with the soft colors of dawn. Even though the tomcat witnessed this every day he still felt awestruck. His breathing caught in his throat for a moment. Along with the beautiful colors the natural wildlife was beginning to stir. The seagulls were stretching their wings and flying into the air, their cries echoing throughout the open air. Songbirds were beginning to call back and forth to one another in their gentle songs. The sounds of rodents scuttling in the undergrowth also caught Robinstar's attention. He sighed in contentment. While he would love to stay here longer and witness the complete birth of a new morning, the tom knew he had to get back to camp. His Clanmates would be waking up by now, and as leader he felt it was his responsibility to check in with Grayhawk about patrols. He also wanted to see if a certain feline wanted to come on a patrol with him today as well. As leader Robinstar didn't get to do as many patrols as he would like to, but today he was going to make sure that happened.
Getting up to his paws, the Siamese stretched out his muscular body before heading down the rocky hill. He managed to get down it with ease; with swift paws he went down the leafy trail that lead him back to camp. Robinstar slipped back inside the camp with his tail held high in the air and his pale gaze alight with warmth. Today was a new day. The dawn had proved to be breathtaking as always, but today, something about the dawn had made him feel a little bit more than the usual. Robinstar felt like today was going to be a great one. Please let me know if anything needs to chance. uvu
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Post by β πππ πππππ-πππππ on Feb 21, 2017 20:54:06 GMT -5
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