Recent content by Ashman74

bump.

ALright, I gave that a look over. Feel free to message me and we can get plotting.

Anything in particular you're interested in?

Hello! Today, as the title of this post suggests, I'm looking for a few Fantasy theme'd RP's. To offer a bit of info about myself beforehand. First off I'm 18 years old, as that apparently matters to someone of you. I'm rather open when it comes to length, so I can work with one liners and...

Kinda wanting to do a Hotline Miami RP...But that'd pretty much just be gore porn.

I primarily do the latter two, I can never find a decent RL one for my characters. I'm up for any of those, I've yet to do the apocalyptic one, so I'd be up for that, or if you'd prefer one of the pairings it's the same case as before. As to Star Wars...I might get a bit confusing if you've...

The first thing Jason did was check his restraints. Rope, not chain. Where he in a normal state he'd have broken them by now, be through sheer strength, or through use of the All-Blades, a gift from one of the groups he'd been trained by. Still, the rope wasn't to tight. He could move his arms...

The Toxin took much longer to leave Jasons own system. He was barely conscious from the acid burns he suffered. The pain of it was still with him. But his helmet stopped spewing it at him. He could heal faster then most, he was no Deathstroke in that regard. But if he, Bruce, and Dick, each took...

Jason felt whatever had been sprayed on his face eating away at his flesh. It wasn't fast either. It was slow. He only stopped screaming when his lungs lacked the breath to continue. His helmet felt stuffy, and his hands desperately grasped at it, but he felt as though it had tightened around...

"I swear if a clown says 'We all float down here'..." Jason mumbled, having followed the source of the music to a drainage...He forgot the name of it. He knelt down, peaking inside. There was an I-pod, which had some rather loud speakers blaring the the opera music. Then he felt a sharp pain in...

Jason heeded her warning, first walking to the large bomb proof door. He opened it, much easier to do from the inside, and hurled the mask into the sewer water. After this he went to his kitchen, grabbing a squirt bottle and a rag, returning to where he'd been looking over, spending the next...