Hello, everyone! :D
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Username: Spawn
Favorite type of RP: Hmm, let's see.... I tend to like semi-realistic wolf RP's, and what I mean by semi-realistic is that they can speak, sing, dance, etc. No purple fur or wings, although, odd colored eyes, like green, yellow, gray, and sometimes purple, are allowed. I also like simple human RP's, usually teenagers in high school. I just happen to like apocalyptic RP's, and mental disorder RP's, where there are crazy people and such. By the way, I usually only roleplay on only roleplay websites, so this is my first roleplaying and etc. website.
Sample of writing:
Translation for Italian: Please lick your wound clean, Dear, and I will put thyme on it. Please whine once you are finished so I may heal it.
A normal day, indeed. It was a fine day. The sun was shining, not a cloud in eyesight, and the blue sky was bright and elegant. Banshee had been collecting poppy seeds and cobwebs. She had been lucky, finding chunks of cobwebs and plenty poppy seeds. A small smile came upon her black kissers, was this the emotion know as 'happiness'? The sun felt good on her dark pelt, the feeling of the grass kissing her pawpads gently. Then, it seemed as if hell came out through the sky, like hell acting like bright heaven, deceiving all those below the bright heavens. Rain came pouring down, and Banshee had very little time to react, the only thing dear Banshee could do was grab more cobweb and poppy seeds, stuffing them into her mouth.
Wind howled, trees rustled loudly, the sky turning black with demonic clouds. Banshee attempted walking towards the camp, hoping to get to safety, but that was not going to happen, Banshee could already tell. Wind hit her with terrible strength, as if it wanted to blow her away with the wind. As Banshee continued to take slow steps towards the camp, branches and leaves ran into her at full speed, giving her small cuts all over her body. Banshee didn't mind nature hitting her, she couldn't feel pain. Pain was an emotion, she still couldn't identify it. She continued to walk on, her mouth slightly puffed out due to the herbs hidden in her cheeks.
Water ran through her claws, under her paws, wanting to take the lithe girl with it's current. Banshee continued to walk on, her icy blue eyes narrowed against the wind and rain. Her pelt was quite dirty, due to sticks, leaves, and mud sticking to her chocolate fur, making the weight on the girl quite a bit heavier. Suddenly, the focused female felt her paws go out from under her. She fell to the ground with a heavy thud, closing her eyes as she hit the mud ground. She attempted to get up, but then realized she was now part of the flood. The water carried her with brutal force, pushing her along with the debris filled water. Banshee fought the current, trying to get away from the flood made river, but she just couldn't get away from it's watery clutches. Suddenly, she felt something sharp and rough rake against her side. Banshee was sent underwater, sending bubbles through her nose, as she saw a large branch raking her side, that started from her hind leg. It came quickly, tearing at the flesh of her side, and soon, it was at her head. She was in a terrible daze, she had no idea what was going on. Acid didn't say a word, most likely because Acid also had no idea what was happening. Banshee saw a cloud of scarlet underwater, and noticed it was blood. She came to the surface, taking gasps through her nose. She soon was rammed into the trees, hearing sickening cracks that were obviously from her ribs breaking. Her eyesight became blurry, and soon, blacked out due to the loss of her precious blood.
A dark phantom in the brutal darkness, the elegant blue eyes glowing cruelly upon young Banshee. Dark browns coated the large male, his stormy eyes staring down at Banshee as if he was observing her, about to test her, about to experiment on the young wolf. From the corner of her eye, Banshee saw a light brown female slowly creep upon the large male, and soon, the female even pounced upon the male. Banshee wanted to say watch out, since the male looked quite dangerous due to his ivory canines and dangerous ebony claws. But, instead of the male attacking the female, he simply blinked with surprise, and soon gave a loud laugh. At least, it looked as if he was laughing, Banshee couldn't hear anything, as if she was deaf. The female laughed, and soon, her eyes open. Banshee's own eyes widened, and noticed the female had similar color of eyes as Banshee. Banshee shook her head, her side rising quickly and falling shakily. What had she just seen? Banshee shook her head, and rose from the muddy earth. It seemed that she had escaped the water. She felt an emotion, most likely 'pain' due to the long bleeding gash on her side. She also felt her ribs out of place, and her tail was crooked and wouldn't wag, a bone sticking out under her skin. She then heard a loud howl, and instantly knew it was Ruelle. Banshee, still with herbs unharmed in her mouth, began to limp/trot towards the long howl of her leader.
As Banshee arrived, she noticed Bush Wolf and Non Talker were already there, and they weren't in the best condition. Ruelle seemed to be fine, which Banshee felt quite 'glad' he wasn't injured, or their pack could be in danger. She noticed that Blue had coughed up blood, and was quite injured, a broken ankle it looked like, perhaps a few broken ribs like Banshee. Nameless seemed to have quite a few injuries too. Banshee dropped the herbs under scarce shelter, to keep them from getting soaked. Her side still dripping blood, her tail crooked, and her bones sticking out from under her skin, Banshee said strongly, "Banshee is here, Ruulle.... I feel... fine. Even... though... I am injured... I can't.... feel... it." Banshee gave a small nod, and Banshee gave a small cough, which soon came to a loud hack, and soon, a glob of blood came from her throat. Banshee gave a weak smile, before her eyes rolled up, and collapsed on the ground.
'Banshee, you're stupid. You lost far to much blood. Tsk, Tsk, you should have healed yourself.'
'I must... help the...pack before myself'.
This was the first time Banshee spoke with Acid directly, and it was fairly pleasant.
'Hmm, should I take over? Heal ourselves and our pack? I swear I won't eat anyone.'
'Fine... go... ahead.'
Banshee could see a smile from Acid, and soon, Banshee was sent into the depths of her own mind.
Acid slowly stood up, her head low and slightly hanging, her legs in a wide stance. A large grin came upon her lips, and as her head rose, her eyes were narrowed in a quite seductive way. That was Acid. Acid looked from wolf to wolf, as if they were scum that didn't deserve her. Acid gave a sigh, and soon gave a soft growl to herself in Russian, before she spoke in her high pitched, scream-like voice, "Crappy weather, no? Some of you may know of me, but none of you know me directly. I am Acid Ripper, at you're service." She gave a bow that was quite mocking, her eyes still narrowed to a seductive look. Giving another sigh, Acid spoke once more, in a quite lazy tone. "My my, quite an injured bunch here, no? Might as well heal your poor little wounds." Giving another grin, Acid licked the long gash along her side, just to clean it up a bit, clear the dirt. "If anyone has any d*mn dirt on their cuts, lick it off and spit it out." Acid said, as she waltzed gracefully over the herbs that Banshee had brought. She also found quite a bit of thyme, which would be fairly useful. She bit at the stalk skillfully, and chewed a stalk to a pulp, and approached Blue. She attempted to smear the pulp upon her wounds, going quickly and skillfully, without a word. She chewed a few more stalks, tasting the bitter taste, and she soon approached Nameless, going slowly, like a phantom. She attempted to smear the pulp upon his left hind leg, which had a wound, above his eye, and she soon noticed a terrible wound on his ribs. She observed it carefully. She wasn't tempted to eat him by looking at the wound, she was observing to see if any bones were sticking through the skin. None that she could see. She gave a small nod, and then said surprisingly gently, "Si prega di leccare la pulizia delle ferite, il miele e timo porrò su di esso, va bene? Si prega di lamentarsi quando si è finito." Acid spoke fluently in Italian, giving a small smile. She had recently found out that Nameless could speak a wee bit of Italian, and so, Acid would speak to him in Italian. She then nodded, and walked before Ruelle.
"My Lord, no injuries? If you don't have any, what the hell shall we do about this d*mn flood?" Acid gave a narrowed look at the alpha, as if challenging him, but of course, that was just her normal look... Or was it?
Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have: None at the moment, sadly.
It seems confusing and disorganized to me. I like having a forum where the different boards represent different "areas" to play in and each thread is a different time with only the people invovled in that plot/mini-plot actually posting there. The one time I really enjoyed playing here was when I was part of a Hetalia roleplay, and that was just because of the less-serious nature of a parody-comic-based roleplay I'm supposing.
