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[snowshoe.]

Username:
Fietelux.
Favorite type of RP:
My tastes change. Well, not my taste, I hope to god I always taste remotely like meat, but you get what I mean.
Sample of writing:
Max shoved yet another pair of pants into the worn, paisley duffle bag, barely able to distinguish the different colors of the fabric through the tears blurring his vision.
A curling iron. Why did she have to throw the curling iron? Did she hate him that much? More tears fell down his cheeks, and he quickly wiped them away with his bracelet clad forearm. Of course she did. That's why he was going to go through with this, right?
It hadn't even been a big argument. They'd yelled at each other more before, she'd threatened him more before, over worse things than this. He'd only come into her room to ask for her to sign a permission slip for a field trip, to go the Arts Museum. He'd nearly run over to the door, beyond excited to finally be able to see the actual paintings of the copies that he'd been staring at in his textbook. Sure, he wasn't expecting a Mona Lisa, but the prospect of something new was really something he was looking forward to. So, he'd skipped right over to Carol Wayland, white slip of paper clutched in his eager hands, and breathlessly explained to her what the intrusion was about.
And Max's mother hadn't even looked up. Wrapping a thick brown lock around the curling iron, she muttered something about art being childish.
Usually, by now, Max would have backed off at the first sign that his mother was in a bad mood. But some stupid impulse made him stay. He needed to go to this museum, just to get away from this. So he pressed on, saying that it would be educational, and all she had to pay for it was ten dollars.
She'd stood up. Max usually freaked out when she did that, glaring down at him down her pointy nose, but this time he managed to stay in the room. He took a small step back, but that was all. Biting his lip, he continued to speak, until she interrupted him in a wavering, infuriated voice. Never ask for money. That was the ground rule in this 'family'. Every time Carol took a step forward, volume increasing, he took a step back. Tears were flowing from her eyes, marring her perfect mascara. Soon, Max was pressed up against the wall, and the curling iron was being waved in front of his face. Dropping the slip onto the carpeted floor, he ducked slightly just as his mother started shrieking. And a good thing he did, too.
The burning metal part of the iron that would have hit his cheek came down upon the crook of his neck with force, actually making a sickening sizzling sound. It took a few seconds for the searing pain to hit him, but when it did, Max screamed and covered the painful red wound with his hand. His mother dropped the iron, looking a bit surprised, but Max fled the room before she could do anything else. He slipped a couple of times on the steps, landing on his already-bruised knees, and he didn't stop until he was in his bedroom, door locked behind him.

Max had wanted to do this a long time ago. Leave his abusive mother, and this town. When Christopher had died... he'd lost his escape. Now his world was full of judging eyes that made him want to curl up in a box and die, and his mother, who had never found him to be more than a scrawny, short, disappointment. So he'd decided that he'd run away.
Gingerly, he felt the burn once more, wishing that he could put a band-aid on it before he left. But that, along with the blankets and flashlights he had stored away, were downstairs. He would never go there again. He'd have to deal without them. He pulled up his sweater, which fell around his shoulders, so that it covered his neck better, and reached under his pillow to grab the photograph that he had kept there for the past few years.
It was Chris, of course. His raven black hair was chopped into the typical 'emo' style, covering up one of his vibrant green eyes and casting a shadow of his face. His features were hard and prominent, but he'd been smiling at the moment was taken, converting the otherwise outcast-looking features into the very picture of happiness. Max has always been able to get Chris to smile for the camera.
A wistful smile graced his lips and he gently folded the picture in half before tucking it in his pocket. He'd carry that with him, always.
He zipped of the bag, knowing that he had everything he needed, and slung the strap over his unharmed shoulder. He wouldn't leave a note. Carol would easily figure out where he'd gone, even if she was drunk. He walked over to the window next to his bed and slid it open without too much trouble. He stepped onto the level roof before looking back at the room with a longing gaze, like he was walking away from something that was never truly his.
"Good-bye." He whispered under his breath, then shut the window and walked over to the side of the house that had the old chimney.
He'd practiced this before, matter of fact. That was how desperate he had been to leave. He'd set up a ladder a while ago, knowing that his mother would be too lazy to take it down, and sure enough, it was still there. Trying to move his hurt arm as little as possible, he climbed down the rungs until his feet hit the soft snow in his backyard.
Max let out a small breath that he hadn't known that he'd been holding. This was it, now or never. Since their house was backed up right against the outskirts of town, all he had to do was climb their wood fence, and he was free, right? Slower than Max would like to admit, he walked to the fence and started scaling it. He'd find a home again. Somewhere, somehow, he would. Oddly reassured by his thoughts, no matter how slim the chances, Max jumped off of the other side and hit the soaked leaves in a half crouch. Of all the days to snow... his shoes would be soaked for sure.
Giving a small wince as he felt the water already creeping through the thin canvas of his high-tops, Max started walking. To where, exactly, he wasn't sure. Maybe this was just a walk first, to try and get organized, or to figure out what to do about the burn that was still making him tear up when it ached. But he needed to clear his head, and the crisp morning air was always good for that. Rubbing the picture in his sweater pocket, Max looked up at the sky, lost in more ways than one.
((NOTE: That's when I'm motivated. ))
Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have:
I had one, and it died. Tragically. Flames, explosions, spoiled food... a violent murder..

[BlueEyedKite]

good to see a new thread c: great work Smammich (<-- that's an affectionate nickname, promise)

[snowshoe.]

Also, I'd love a great Harry Potter roleplay, involving all of the schools. Perhaps another Triwizard Tournament?

I can make it if people are interested.

[Destonation]

Username:
Destonation

Favorite type of RP:
Any type with an intriguing plot. ^u^

Sample of writing:

β я ʋ c ɛ

cʋяяɛит мσσ∂ :: Uneasy / "Zzzzz..."
ℓσcαтισи :: Under the George Washington Bridge
ιитɛяαcтισи :: Siren / no one
cяʋƨн :: "Pssh..."

Much of the hope he had conjured up for the forthcoming prophecy was soon gone, as Siren bluntly told it off. Even so, he would not let himself succumb to the idea that there was no chance of the prophecy coming soon. Surely there must be a chance, no matter how small, that the prophecy would come soon, if not in the next few days. Hopeful as he was, there was that little part of him that told him that it was not going to come. Ever. This part of himself was quickly shaken off by the larger part of himself, the part that was determined to believe in the prophecy. However, he did agree with her that it wasn't the most likely thing. But hey... They could be that one in a million chance. When she spoke again, it was not with the previous softness she had had but a moment before, it was the tone she used when scolding a dog. He wasn't sure if he liked it, but it had been used on him many times before. He had become accustomed to being in his current position when Siren was granting him small pieces of her wisdom.

He knew Siren was right, he should stop occupying his mind with things such as this, for it would always be a futile effort. Still, how could he stop worrying when the pack for generations to come was at stake? Every alpha prior, and probably every alpha after, had and would have this as their main concern. He could only hope that when he died he was going to die with the peace of knowing that all was well, however he could not allow himself to think like this. He should just simply live in the now, not worrying himself about what was going to happen tomorrow but he knew that would never happen. As Siren turned and left him standing there, he came to the sudden realization that she had evaded his question with subtlety. He did not know whether she had overlooked his question due to unimportance but.. Wait. The question that he had asked was of utmost importance, and many other wolves, at least as he suspected, were beginning to find it odd that he had not had anything to report to them in so long.

This was not a good conclusion for the conversation that he had been waiting for, as he had hoped to have his question answered with a clear, satisfying answer. Alas, the world has never been kind to those who have troubles, and he should have known that it would not begin doing so now, simply for wishes of but a single dog. Sighing, he turned and stalked away from the place that he and Siren had had their exchange, all the while staying out of the reach of the Sun, which was still in the process of awaking a once sleeping city. He supposed that he should go get that sleep that he had promised to both Kali and Siren, for they were both right. It was probably what had been clouding his judgement to this moment. Walking slowly back to the place he had left only twenty minutes ago, his eyes began to droop. He was asleep before he laid down in the crevice of the bridge.

Δ ℓ ʏ ƨ ι α

cʋяяɛит мσσ∂ :: Becoming a little more relaxed, again.
ℓσcαтισи :: An alleyway a few blocks from the GW Bridge
ιитɛяαcтισи :: Zach
cяʋƨн :: "I've never had one..."

Alysia watched as Zach seemed to catch onto the scent of something, and soon after this, his stomach made a low growling noise. She let a small smile creep onto his face as she watched him. Soon, she caught onto the scent as well. It smelled delicious, and although she wasn't sure what it could be, it must be something amazingly prepared by those two-leggeds. Her nostrils were filled with the scent, and it smelled like a meat of some sort. Sort of like the kind of smell that the street vendor's carts would give off, even though she never went near them. After she got over the smell, she shifted her gaze to Zach's face. His eyes showed worry, and she hoped that he hadn't been worried about her, she was fine. Her little excursion away from the pack had only been so she could have a little time to be alone. She had grown up basically on her own, so she was still not quite accustomed to being around more than two dogs at a time. That was why she had been hesitant to join the pack, but she knew that if she didn't they would have no choice but to kill her. She still shivered at this prospect, and a small one journeyed up her spine now.

Following me? I'm not sure whether to be scared, delighted, or just plain happy. She shrugged and giggled a little, "Now, I feel special." She watched as a sneaky smile made it's way onto his face and wondered what he was thinking about. She tilted her head when he said this, because she had never heard Bruce say this. However, she could definitely imagine him saying that. She knew that it wasn't out of lack of trust, but out of the worry that something could happen to them since they were smaller. This, she knew, would never happen. She and Zach were too smart to do anything stupid that a regular pup might do, and she knew that Zach knew it too. But she couldn't help but let out another little giggle at his attempted impression of Bruce. It was... Special. She did think that what Zach said that Bruce said would be pointless, as it would just serve as a motive to get out and explore more. It really wouldn't help. Then again, if he just said 'You can go where ever you want whenever you want.' someone was bound to get themselves in trouble.

She looked at him with a slight hint of amusement. Was all he could ever think of hotdogs? "Try again." She smiled at him playfully. The correct thing was but a fundamental idea. Survival. Such a simple word, and yet it held the fates of millions of dogs around the city, and around the world. Zach seemed to like food a lot, and she knew that she liked it too, but it really wasn't what she thought about much. She also couldn't help but let a small smile creep onto her face when he started off about how nice hotdogs were. Classic Zach... She rolled her eyes playfully. When they got back onto the subject of where she had been, she couldn't help but wonder herself. Where had she been? She hadn't really been, or been going anywhere specific, just going off into her own thoughts, allowing herself to be alone for a few days. And although she liked it, she also missed some of the others at the same time. "Hm..." She made a 'thinking' noise, "A little bit of here, a little bit of there." She hoped he understood her answer. "I've just... Lived alone for so long that it's weird for me to be in such a large group. I just wanted some alone time."

Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have:


Ƭ н ɛ Ɖ ɛ ʌ ι ℓ ' ƨ Ƙ ι и ❇ semi-literate ❇ accepting

(( This roleplay has scarcely begun, and nothing of much importance has happened. ))

7 Days, 7 Deeds || Semi-Literate || Accepting

(( Even though the thread is at 50 pages, the actual competition, which is the base of the roleplay, has yet to begin due to the need of participants. c: ))

[Pockyy]

Also, I'd love a great Harry Potter roleplay, involving all of the schools. Perhaps another Triwizard Tournament?

I can make it if people are interested.

I'd be interested! :3

It seems all the recent roleplays I've joined are dying D: must keep them alive ;_;

[intriguing]

Also, I'd love a great Harry Potter roleplay, involving all of the schools. Perhaps another Triwizard Tournament?

I can make it if people are interested.

I'd be interested! :3

I'd be interested too c:

[CoffeeAddict]

Hey there! I've changed my username!
Old username: I aM mE
Member Number: 167
New Username: CoffeeAddict

[33Kitty]

Username: 33Kitty

Favorite type of RP: I'm willing to try anything, though I do have a soft spot for dark, complex roleplay plots, and tend to lean towards the sci-fi, supernatural, etc. My characters are usually human, feline, or wolf. Recently, I've been taking part in some very odd, (not very literate) roleplays just for the sheer hilarity... Assassins in Wonderland, for example, a spin-off of the much darker roleplays The Assassin's Guild & A Shadowed Prologue, created for the sole purpose of comic relief.

Sample of writing: If you please...

Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have: I run A Shadowed Prologue, which is usually semi-lit, but at the moment the literacy and activity requirements haven't been very well-enforced because I'm just glad that they're still trying their best to get on.
((Everyone is studying like mad for their entrance exams, and many of us aren't willing to write our best after hours of essays, let alone bothering to log in.))

[. silent]

Ugh, started making a roleplay and then totally lost interest in it.

[s y n]

Username:
ƒour

Favorite type of RP:
Animal roleplays -
Canine, feline (no Warrior Cats), large feline, equine, or pretty much any other kind of animal. No birds since I haven't really gotten into playing anything avian, and nothing that doesn't walk on all fours with the exception of kangaroos because I like them.

Human/Humanoid -
High school drama, teenage pregnancy, gangs, juvenile detention facility roleplays (like where the kids are criminals), angels and demons, vampires, werewolves, I'm very fond of shapeshifters, places where kids go if they have problems (like if they are pyromaniacs or have behavioural disorders).

Sample of writing:
From Nikki's magical wolf roleplay:

Eli grinned. "Lovin' the positive attitude, Ghost." he chuckled. "My home... Beautiful, simply stunning. Nothing like these forests. I honestly can say that I don't exactly like forests. My home is much more... Mmm, how do I describe it? Lush, beautiful, completely green. We do not ever have winter or snow or cold weather. At first, it was extremely hard for me to adjust, but my fire helps a lot in the winter. So many beautiful flowers. Bright, intoxicating flowers. Nothing like the drab wildflowers here. No, ours are so much more eye-popping and brilliant." he explained.

"The humans refer to this place as Spain, though we have our own names for our territories which we keep extremely far away from those humans. That is where I get my accent from. I normally speak a different language - Spanish, which originates from Spain - but I learned your language when Keiran's father, Kailian, was on the throne. He suggested that we learn this language to communicate with other packs." he said, shrugging. "I didn't like the concept of being unable to speak my originated language, but we were the only wolf kingdom who spoke such, and so it became just normal for me to speak your language. However, I still prefer speaking Spanish. Perhaps one day I could teach you some." he suggested with a wry smile.

"As for the animals... Oh, the animals I see here are considered strange to me. With living so close to the ocean, I grew up eating mostly fish. We did not have any deer or elk in Spain. Tropical birds, fish. The closest we had to elk or deer was cow, donkey, and the occasional horse. Coming here, I didn't eat for quite a while, seeing as I was not sure how to kill these strange creatures, or what they looked like and tasted like. I met a she-wolf, one of my lovers who did not go completely insane, and she taught me your ways. Without here, I would've had a much harder time adjusting." Eli said with a sigh. How he missed Spain. The winters were so harsh, and though he'd gotten used to them, he still had to be on fire ninety-five percent of the winter just to survive. The food was so different and not nearly as tasty, but he learned to enjoy it. The pack systems were so odd... And no kings or queens? How did these wolves around here keep the packs in order without a king and queen to make sure the alphas were doing as they were supposed to? "I do not see, however, how you keep your packs in line without a king and queen. How do you all communicate? Get allies? See what wolves you need to avoid? Make sure that each pack is not doing as they are not supposed to? Or do you not even socialize with other packs?"

From my 1x1 shapeshifter roleplay:

Stalking about through the shadows of a narrow ally, glinted pure midnight black fur. It shimmered a metallic blue. Silver eyes pierced into the back of a small, stray dog. Normally, this creature wasn't up for killing domesticated animals, but this dog looked like it had only a few hours left of life, and he decided that he might as well put it out of its misery. The panther slunk closer, the metal balls on his collar and wristband glittering fiercely in the beaming sunlight. He let loose a loud roar that rang throughout the city, before pouncing with a booming growl and easily slaying the sickly dog. It took him only seconds to completely eat it, kicking the bones aside. He could hear radio transmissions going through to the people that took care of wild animals that wandered along the city, and it caused a grin to break over the huge cat's face. No one could catch him. No one.

They had spotted him, but he'd ran off. And through another alley they followed him, only to spot an attractive, muscular guy looking around the age of seventeen or eighteen, walking around with his hands in the pockets of his black skinny jeans, the sun projected on his bare abs. The police looked at him oddly, as if wondering why he was walking around shirtless, but shrugged and called in that the animal was missing. Good thing that hadn't taken a second thought as to why this guy was wearing a collar and wristband identical to that of the panther's.

From the very first version of Nikki's magical wolf roleplay:

"Well, I must say that now I feel a lot less stupid and stressed about it." Eli said, chuckling. "I'd rather not be including you in my future and have you excluding yourself." he didn't know what he'd do if his father decided to show up when he was with Ghost. What would happen? Yes, he would try his hardest to kill him for what he did. He knew he'd be able to - Yes, he respected the man, but only because of how effective the ways he taught his apprentices. However, he hated him for those same ways. Could he not have found better ways? Eli didn't mind if he treated the rest of the young'uns the way he always did, seeing as they all hated him. But could he not have gone easy on him? On his own son? He had no doubts that he would slay that wretched wolf the first moment he saw him.

Though he didn't know what Ghost would think of him. Would she think that he was a brutal murderer for killing his father? No, she was smarter than that. She had to understand that he needed to wipe the earth free of this man's torture, or else he would not stop. What would his birthpack think of him, though? Would they come after him for the death of Laelon? He knew the apprentices would - They had allowed him to do this to them for so long that they were now unable to be saved. They were so used to it that they probably didn't even dislike it anymore.

Fools. They hadn't gotten out when they had their chance, because they were so afraid of encountering Laelon again and having him kill them for running off. Little did they know, they meant nothing to him! They were like chess pawns - Losing one was no big deal. He'd just take another. Whether they died or left was no concern to him. But losing his whole family... Well, he may be angered about that, about the fact that the son he thought would happily become a rug for him to walk all over left without a glance back. He would save those that had yet to become too consumed. The rest... If he had to kill them, then he had no choice.

But what would Ghost think of that? Technically, they were not guilty of anything. It was unhonorable to kill an innocent. He had lived by that his whole life. Slaying them could give Ghost the wrong idea. Would she think that there was hope of them returning to normal? Would she believe him when he insisted that they were mentally dead. They could not think for themselves anymore. Without Laelon, they would just seek out someone else to give them orders. In a way, they were like Ghost - Lived to take orders. However, Ghost was not lost yet, and Eli would not let her mind dwindle away. These wolves hadn't had any help, and now they could do nothing but take an order. And any wolf he knew would gladly give them orders. To take out the ones they despised. And the wolf who sent their little army could not be blamed. If they all got killed, who would care? Definitely not their controller.

"If I see my father, I will kill him. However, the wolves he has trained will most likely come after me. I'd just like to tell that, so if they do come after me you will not think it senseless murder, that they are lost. They cannot be saved. Like you, they have always lived to take orders from the moment they'd been recruited. However, unlike you, they let him walk over them forever. They can no longer think for themselves - So many years of taking orders and doing nothing else resulted in them becoming mentally dead. They are physically living, but they cannot do anything without orders. If I leave them alive, they will only take a new master, and this wolf will turn so power-crazed that they become just like my father; A terrible menace. I'd like to make that clear, that they must all be killed, so you do not think that I have become brutal. However, if he does come, I do hope it is after you have healed, or I have some other friends in the pack, for I cannot kill that many wolves alone. I will need others to kill off the apprentices while I deal with my father. No one will slay him but I."

Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have:
Behavioural Correction [semi-lit juvie rp]
Muse [semi-lit elf/human/dwarf/centaur rp]
Live & Let Die [semi-lit assassin rp]


Feel free to shoot me a PM if you have a roleplay you think I would like and would like me to join,
I'd be happy to check it out :3

ALSO:
Hey there! I've changed my username!

Old username:
Єƨƨɛиcɛ

Member Number:
122.

New Username:
ƒour