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I came back to the site after a long hiatus and want to get back into roleplaying, all I ask is that you don’t post one-liners. I prefer PM, but will roleplay through forums as well. I’m not a big fan of using images for my characters, but if I absolutely have to, I prefer to use anime style...

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I’m going to try to keep this short, or as short a short possible. I have a plot I’ve been craving for some time, but before we get into it and the two variations for it I have, I do have a few things I’d like to get out of the way. • Post length: I’m quite content with posting a few...

My job really knows how to keep morale up. /sarcasm/

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My current work in progress, I’m hoping to finish her tomorrow.

All I have to do is survive a double and then I get a weekend off. But I don’t wanna leave my bed...

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I’m interested and I have a few ideas I can share with you as well.

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The Death of Love by Cradle of Filth.

Rea took notice of the stranger as he rushed to stop the two riders. They young woman finding herself in thought. Boris could almost tell what she was thinking and grabbed her arm. “Your father wants you on the ship, and that’s an order young miss.” He told her, more concerned than stern. While...

*head wall* our district manager needs to let us bring in people darn it!!!

A personal matter? The older man raised an eyebrow, wondering what this stranger had gone through in his past. But for now, he would respect his wishes. “My men and I won’t be backing down, we will be at the airships until Boris brings my daughter, if you need to fall back. We will make sure you...

Thank you! ^_^

Her father stood, listening to this mans pleas, even as his tone changed, he continued to listen. But he and his men had all mad the same oath. If they died to make sure the people of the village could escape, that that would be their fate, but at the same time, if the men were willing to fight...

The young woman was the first to notice someone running into the town square, the furs catching her attention, though she had never been able to place the name of the person who wore them. As his voice rang out, the music slowed and then stopped. While the village wasn’t truly prepared, they...

The late afternoon air was heavy with the smells of the feast as the small town celebrated. It was a great festival, a day to celebrate that long ago, evil was driven from the lands. Music radiated through the town, as the people celebrated and played games. In the center of the town, the...