What am I interested in?
+ Human (This includes things like a cute little Christmas town, a love story, teenagers, boarding school, and historical things alike)
+ Humanoid (Part robots, Kenomimi, etc.)
+ Angel/Demon (Angel vs. Demon, in love, etc, but as I am proudly a Christian, I'd prefer being the angel. xD I'd be terrible at the demon)
+ Alice in Wonderland (Give the characters human/anthro forms such as Mad Hatter and the rabbit and such. ^^' Change the story line or character's names if needed.)
+ Fairy Tales/Fairyland (Things with a twist. Currently, I'm in a 1x1 with the setting of
The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making and the same creatures, but a completely different plot.)
+ Ultimate immature but adorable roleplay: My Little Pony (Same setting and perhaps similar cases, but with our own characters, blank flanks and cutie marked's alike!)
+ Harry Potter/Magic school (Wizard teens in general. ;D)
What can I supply?
- I am a semi-literate roleplayer on normal days, and a literate roleplayer on good days. I can supply proper grammar and good spelling skills, and I have an education.
- While I'm devoted to my studies, I can roleplay 2-4 days a week, 4 if prodded or if very interested in the roleplay.
- I love it when I get reminders to post. Annoy me until I do, okay?
- I use no profanity.
- I love roleplay.
- I have a few characters to use, or can make new ones.
Examples?
Yahto looked at the girl in a new perspective, eyes very serious and his lips in a straight line. He tried to listen until she was done speaking, because it was obvious that she was so frazzled. She just needed someone with open and eager ears to listen to her, and to hear her, so that she would feel more comfortable. "I'm not sure," he said honestly. It was the absolute truth. In the beginning he'd been a scatterbrained nervous wreck, but now he seemed to be taking the stronger, leading position, more calm and collected than his companion. Companion. He liked the word, but he loved the thought so much more of just being more. More than companions, and more than just friends that had met only a day ago. Was love allowed to react this quickly? Were there some unspoken laws about this, against it? He felt like he was breaking every rule in the book of love. But maybe love was a free spirit, like a wild mustang that cannot be saddled. Maybe there aren't any rules to it, and no one can define it. Now, he knew the real answer, as he looked into her eyes and lifted her hand. "Yes," he said, rounding his lips. "I'm nervous. But sometimes, you need to act the nerves out," he smiled, loving the simplicity of words rolling off of his tongue. It felt so... so destined to be standing here in silent nature, talking to a beautiful girl. It ended all too soon, because if it had lasted for etenity, it still would not have been long enough to satisfy his crave for charity. Could it really be? No no, he shook his head mentally. That was silly. But really, was it true? Had Oura been the young girl he was destined to meet at the beach, his future soul mate? He was taking this too far, thinking it out too hard, but he couldn't help it. He saw it in her face. Young as a fawn with its white spots still on. She seemed so old and mature, yet at the same time, so young and so delicate. It was so hard to do anything but love her.
Yahto frowned, but not wanting to displease Oura, turned the corners of his mouth up slightly. "Sure," he said, feeling very accomplished. He kissed a girl. "We should go. At this rate, we aren't getting anywhere fast. Not slow either." His heart ached in the most pleasant way, longing for more long talks and romantic sunsets. His palms sweated as he walked along, closing his eyes and listening to nature. He opened them back up when the girl slid her hands onto his sides. He put an arm on her shoulder and smiled at the sky, thanking absolutely nothing in particular for a perfect day. He looked at his feet, nearly in perfect synct with her own padding footsteps. "I'm not much better off," he said softly, not sure if he was more into a daydream, or if he was actually listening to her. He wasn't even sure if she heard him, but at this point he didn't really care. He was too busy thinking of other things; bigger things. The witches told the future in the stew that they made. Typical witches they were, and fortunes were all that they knew. He had been trying to avoid the inevitable this whole time, and it was another reason that he appreciated the slowness of their traveling. He dreaded being there. Certainly the eager girl would be excited to hear her fortune. But perhaps it would be Yahto's misfortune. For then, all will be revealed.
"Home?" asked Yahto. "Home is the last place that I would like to be in. Especially when my other option is anywhere with a beautiful girl like you. No. I'll last as long as I can in this wilderness place, but I warn you that I may become unpleasant if I do not get proper food for my kind." He smiled. He had that special sort of way with charming people in the way he talked. He didn't try to sound educated, nor strange, but instead, he was just speaking his mind the way a normal person was. All of those years, though, the ones that he'd been alone for, had their impact on him. He would never be exactly the same as everyone else, but he personally preferred to be different, a unique being in itself. "I will last as long as my legs can carry me. Maybe one day we can move out. Together. To a new sea," he proceded on as she moved his hand gently. It felt her heartbeat, and the blood seemed to rush faster at the increase in rythym. He enjoyed the comfort of all the standing around. The jokes and the laughter they had shared was amazing, like something he couldn't describe. This was a New York love story. This was no ordinary girl and boy, headed out from the sea to Pandemonium. For the great, woven city only appeared at its place when someone had a reason to get there. If he had the option to change anything about this moment, he would not change a think. His large, bony hand on her small, thumping heart. Her hand in his hair, weaving its way through, creating an organized mess as he smiled into her eyes, his own eyes slowly drifting back down to her lips and up again. He scanned her face, the expression that she carried with her lids closed. She was so beautiful, and though he'd already said this before, he needed to once again express it.
"Oura, you're simply too beautiful," he said. He looked down as she weaved her hands around his waist, and grabbed her right hand, bringing it up to rest on his heart. He wanted to show how much they really had in common. His own heart seemed to think that it was a race car, fighting to be the first to reach the finish line. How different was he from the Yahto that he'd been only yesterday? He had been no lover boy, but a gruff loner. Never did he think that a girl could change him so much. And never did he realize how much he'd like it. He pulled his heavy hand off of her delicate, smooth one, and put his hands on her shoulders, reaching in. He turned his head to the left, tilted, looking look he was in a ball room dance. Then, just as the loosened hairs from his braid fought for a space on hair sandy blue forehead, he reached his head in, pecking her on the lips. It felt right, but he didn't hold it for long. He pulled back, hoping it had fit in the moment. He put a finger onto her cheek. "Don't look so glum," he said. "I won't leave you. I'd die for you." There he went, speaking in twisting riddles.