βɛωαяɛ тнɛ ρɛтʋlαит cʏиιcιƨм..Greetings all RolePlayers! My name is everʟαѕтιиɢ|cyиιcιѕм, but call me Zanna instead, and it is obvious that I am indeed seeking a One on One partner! ^^
A word of advice, read everything I shall post below, for it might help you determine whether or not I am the right person you'd like to RolePlay with!
A few words about myself:I am indeed a girl, for those of you who are wondering! xD Not such a big surprise there, I tell you. My writing can be very advanced for my age, since I strongly dislike sophomoric vocabulary and tend to use some pretty vast words, if you know what I mean. That also means, that I am a Literate RolePlayer, but I may be Semi-Literate also. I am able to write five to god-knows how many lines per post! It really depends on how much you post. If you post five sentances, then that affects how my writing gears work inside my head! xD So you can expect a wide range of vocabulary from me, as well as different writing styles. I am also interested in very cunning and crepuscular plots with twists and a few atramentous secrets. x3 I am also able to RolePlay both male and female characters! xD Below I shall post my best samples of Writing, which shall give you an overview of my writing capabilities.
everʟαѕтιиɢ|cyиιcιѕм wrote:αqυıłαfeя
Time had progressed very swiftly during the day, and soon enough it would be dusk, the sun setting behind the mountains to let the moon awaken. But the cynicism lingered within the ampliude of hte provinces of the Atrocious pack, giving them all an intimidating air. An intimidating air that all wolven specimens tend to avoid. When they do make contact with such an acrimony, they cower in sheer trepidation, praying that their lives will be spared. But, never are their lives spared at the jaws of Aquilafer, the cynicism of the Atrocious pack. Never.. Never had a wolven before escaped the fate of his jaws.. Except for one. Iniki, the Shaman's daughter. He had let her go. No! I am saving her for a future use, Aquilafer snarled inwardly, his brows furrowing into a scowl as he glared down on the land from his high perch up on the cliff.
Soon enough, the irregular walking rhythm of a lupine can be heard, which Aquilafer immediatly identified as Akamai; the Alphess of the Atrocious pack, and the mother of Aquilafer. Her blood courses within his veins, and her bloodlust resides in him just as it resides in her. Her cold-heartedness thrives within Aquilafer's heart, as it resides in her own. They were both one, one blood, one mind. The powerful bonding of mother and pup. It was such a beautiful thing.. Only for those who are loving and altruistic, unlike Aquilafer and Akamai, who are both petulant and intent on eradicating any of their foes without a moments hesitation. They both share the same aspirations. They both, share the same strength that gives them their title of the most powerful pack ever known in the memoir of wolven.
Aquilafer feels Akamai rest her frame agaisnt the ground beside him, and greeted his mother with a gentle nuzzle to the neck. "Greetings, dear mother," He rumbled softly, turning his gaze back to the valley before him, which was bountiful unlike their desert-like, desolate own. All there is to eat on these dry plains is rats and prairie dogs, which aren't even a snack to these wolven. They can only rely on the tribal wolven to chase the elk over onto their side, where the Atrocious pack can bring down several of the herd. Life was not easy out here on this dry land, all can know that. But yet, the pack still thrives here, plump as it always is. Mainly from the slaughter of the tribal wolven. Sometimes when they were famished, and hunger drew them to do very horrendous things, they would eat the carcasses of their kill, the tribal wolves or loners. Truely, they were horrid lupine, but it is all necessary for their survival.
"No, mother, that she-wolf is very sophomoric, using only her sharp tongue but not her wits to even think about the consquences that come with her actions. I only let her live so I can use her in the future, to slaughter her before her father, the Shaman. Make him watch the horrid slaughter of his daughter. Make him watch the black she-wolf getting butchered by us, and having her entrails splattered across the rocks, hearing her screams of pain ringing around the valley," Aquilafer breathed, longing to taste the blood on his tongue, and hear the beautiful melody of pained screaming.. It was all as sweet as honey to him, and no different from anything else. "I also planned to go into the camp of the Tribe, promising peace, and when they least expect it, I would of leapt onto the Shaman's neck, tearing apart his trachea while also having his daughter be brutally slaughtered, just for some horrendous images before his slow demise comes to be," He growled, his fur bristling with longing at the idea of slaughter.
But then, his mother spoke of her theoretic, which pleased Aquilafer greatly. "Mmm.. I love your ideas, mother, they are always so cruel and petrifying," A smirk tugged at Aquilafer's lips, his bloodstained jaws from last nights tribe kill still crusted with blackend blood. "We can bring the wolfess back to the camp, and toss her into the vast pit near the caverns, where she will not be able to escape unless someone gives her assistance. Starve her, make her feel the life out here, while having her father debate on whether to leave or stay for his daughters well-being. I would most enjoy feeling her blood along my tongue," His smirk was malice filled, as well as lusted, longing for the metallic, crimson liquid to stray into his mouth. Aquilafer turns his muzzle so he can glance down upon Akamai, his bi-coloured eyes scintillating with the words of her spoken plan.
[size=85]And here are my best examples of my writing for human like creatures. =3
everʟαѕтιиɢ|cyиιcιѕм wrote: Derek is in trouble once again.. Not much of a surprise, the Vampyress thought to herself as she let out a soft yawn, applying the ointment that she had created onto her skin, which would enable her to survive out in the sunlight. It was a skill she had, working with herbs and other remedies to create useful items of which would give Vampyres to ability to do specific things that they are refrained from doing in their average forms. A mage, they call her. A witch, shaman, psychic, and many more. Truely, she was nothing but a mere Vampyress that only had a high interest in witchcraft, and decided to make her own little tweaks to the Vampyre world. She was viewed to some as a witch of eradication, seeking to completely vanquish every last Vampyre in existance. Others think she is trying to plague the Vampyres in some way to bring them suffering and torture.
Most view her as a toy for pleasure, not surprisingly. The Vampyress stood tall, about five feet and nine inches tall, with a very robust frame following with two vast spheres over her chest. Her hair is rich and silky, crimson red in hue, and hangs just below her shoulders like a veil, ending in small curls. The skin along her frame is pale, and completely scarless, having a very smooth texture which other males find hard to resist. The eyes of a Vampyre are usually a golden hue, sometimes even a shade of blue or brown. But hers were a stunning, exotic blend of a bright green and golden yellow, which give her a even more stunning appearance in addition to her beautiful frame.
Her flaws were mainly on head-on battles, of which involve her getting up close to combat with another Vampyre. She can fight with ranged tactics and agility, yes, but when it comes to physical strength that involes placing in weight and trying to pin another Vampyre or whatsoever, she is not much of a use. Her temper can also get the best of her, causing her to throw deadly threats that cause others to feel a wave of trepidation. Sometimes her anger can get at such an escalated level that she sends those who riled her to their horrid demise, Vampyre or not.
The Vampyress's name was Jin Kariya, and she was well-known amongst the Vampyres. She had been the one to raise Derek as a fledgling Vampyre, considering that male Vampyres were not of use for this category. Soon becoming Derek's 'adopted mother', Jin Kariya had kept Derek close by her, refraining other Vampyres from laying a hand on him. When Derek matured and became a full-grown Vampyre in a mere decade, he became close comrades with Jin Kariya, forgetting her motherly actions to him. Jin Kariya had been the same, then on treating him like she treated any other Vamp.. Except with more kindness and trust.
"Now Derek fell in love with a human, and the two kissed.. Can things get any worse?" Jin muttered crossly under her breath, pulling a plain red tank-top that bears her abdomen over her head, placing a black leather jacket over with long sleaves, that also, bears her abdomen. She then pulled on a pair of black cotton pants, glimpsing at her reflection in the mirror. From one battle, Jin had been presented with one scar, one along her collarbone which can be seen faintly. No matter. Slipping her black shoes onto her feet, Jin Kariya exited her domain, and walked up onto the streets of the human city.
The scent of the girl, Kat, immediatly drifted over to Jin as she stepped out onto the sidewalk, and soon spotted the group of males that were trailing after her. Since Derek had not yet recieved the ointment she uses, he cannot go out into the sunlight to protect the girl.. So that is why Jin shall take over today. "Here we go," She muttered in her old-lady-smoker voice, and bolted forward at an extremely high speed past the main boy, the one that had been gripping the girls forearms. Skidding to a halt on the opposite end of the street, Jin Kariya pushed the red hair from her face, and looked over at them. "Now what is going on there? Leave the poor girl be, boys," Jin called over to them, letting out a amused grunt as the male released Kat.
As he spoke to her, Jin sauntered across the street swiftly, and extended herself to her full-height, slightly inclining her head upward to look at him. "Look here, son, if you lay a hand on this girl again, I will ensure that you will die with your blood splattered across the ground. If you ever make a comment about Derek, whether it is rude or courteous, I shall come and snap that jaw of yours clean off your skull," Jin told him in a stern voice, watching as the boy flinched but then laughed. "Don't believe me?" Jin Kariya whirled around, swinging her leg up into the air as she caught one of his friends in the temple. The boy fell to the ground with a cry of pain as he scrambled away with fear. "Go now, before I will kick all of your rears," She said simply, and all the boys scattered, dashing down the street along with the boy that had gripped Kat previously.
With a huff of amusement, Jin Kariya turned her head around so she can look over at Kat. "You are Katherine, correct? The girl that had won Derek's love?" She asked, arching a brow as she took in the girls petite frame. "Before you go off running while screaming down the street, I'll tell you that I am indeed a Vampyre, but I am a close friend of Derek's. I've come to give him something, as well as assist him in being rid of the other Vamps within his former coven," Jin said, placing one of her hands on her hip as she awaited a reply from the girl.
everʟαѕтιиɢ|cyиιcιѕм wrote: With final farewells, as well as a few punches, the assassins had finally went back to their normal lives, out of the trepidation that their newest addition had been causing for the past seven years. They themselves couldn't believe that the King himself had sent such a demonic figure to them to be trained to kill for a purpose, or even no purpose at all. Several men had been afraid to train with the figure, for fear that she may kill them without thinking twice. Yes, a woman. It is very unlikely for a lady to become an assassin, but this was no ordinary feminine figure that most people see every day. The woman is very robust, having about the same muscle-built as a knight, but yet, she is light on her feet like an assassin. Her complexion is very stunning and beautiful, that is.. until you see the scar that resides on the left side of her face. Countless of times, men had tried to seduce the woman to fall in love with them, but they always ended up having their throats slit without warning. Oh yes, the woman is a terror amongst humans now, especially her targets or those she passes along her paths. The leader of the assassins had to train her himself, since his men were much to afraid to even approach her.
Now, the red-headed assassin was now on the back of a brown-furred mustang, a very built horse that is made to last a very long journey. Her supplies are relatively simple; a few containers filled with water, a bag of hazelnuts, a couple of sandwitches, her weapons, and then the piece of parchment that had come from the King of Silicia. It was a letter, stating that the King had a special task for the woman to complete, so she was currently on her way to the Silicia Kingdom. After pushing some of the red hair from her face, she lifts her chin once again, clicking her tongue as a signal for her horse to proceed to a gallop. Soon enough, the woman was bracing her legs against the side of the horse, riding on its back as it freely sprinted through the open field of wildflowers and wheat. The rhythm of the collisions of the mustangs hooves continued on an on, and Aniera decides to think back to her past, her experiances with the assassins.
Her name was Aniera Wintermoon, her last name coming from the fact that she was born on the first night of winter, when the full moon had occured. It was her mother who had given her the angelic sounding name, but it was her father that had caused her heart to become cold, emotionless, hard.. The assassins had always feared Aniera, soon enoughing giving her the sobriquet, Bodacious Acrimony. She was fearless, and she was wicked. The sobriquet fit her perfectly, or so the others thought. Aniera wasn't as cold-hearted as she seemed, since it takes a lot to break through the thick sheet of ice that she cloaks herself with to prevent herself from being hurt once again like she was during her childhood. Deciding one day that her name was a bit of a mouthful, Aniera had shortened her name to Ani, which seemed like a rightful name for her new identity as an assassin. Oh yes, Ani was indeed a more solemn, and fearful name than Aniera, so that is what all others call her. If they call her else, she threatens to slit their throats with an eepe. Simple as that.
"Gid'yap! We must reach the castle before sunset!" Aniera snaps at the mustang, flicking the reins against the horse's shoulders. The mustang let out a riled snort, but obeyed Aniera's harsh command as it shot forward at its highest speed, trailing over the flat terrain with ease. Grunting with approval, Aniera lifted her head once again, soon spotting the silhouette of the castle in the distance. After a eight day journey, Aniera was finally close to the castle. Her legs were beginning to become a bit sore from riding for so long, and soon enough, she knew that she would have to stop to let the horse rest, and eat something herself. Her famished stomache began to snarl with hunger, but Aniera forced it down for now, deciding to stop after a few more miles beside the lake that she also spots within a few seconds.
After the very long run, Aniera pulls the reins back sharply, causing the horse to rear back onto its hindlegs as it stopped. With a grunt, Aniera leaped down from the saddle, stretching out her limbs as the mustang trotted over to the lake, and stooped down to drink the cool, crystalline water. Aniera walks over to its side, and takes one of the containers from the bag, flipping off the cork as she drank the water greedily. The suns heat had been pretty harsh, gleaming down harshly to try and attempt to sear Aniera's skin, but yet, it failed. Aniera's skin remined pale and smooth, only becoming rough where her scars were present. Another thing about Aniera that distinguished her from other men; she had much more scars than the average woman should have. The scars also add to the fear that others feel for her, which also resulted in crepuscular tales that are told to children, saying that if they misbehave, Aniera would come and slit their throats in their sleep. A very affective little saying, since the children actually believe it.
Finishing the sandwitch that had been made for her, Aniera placed a few hazelnuts into the horses muzzle before vaulting onto its back once again, and kicking its ribs slightly. The mustang broke into a swift gallop once again, heading on to the direction of the castle. Aniera, meanwhile, relaxes as she lets the horse run, adjusting the bandana on her forehead to keep her hair covering the left side of her face and also to hold it in place. When she made it to the gates, she didn't want to be questioned by the guards that stood there. Aniera always had been questioned about her scars, always being asked if she was some kind of outlaw or criminal. Each time, Aniera replied that it had been her father, who was now dead, that afflicted those wounds that resulted in her scars. Most didn't believe her, although some did.
Aniera reached the gates to the kingdom within a few hours, and immediatly, the guards blocked her path. "What is your buisness here?" One of the guards asked her gruffly, glaring up at her. Aniera keeps her face stoney, and holds out the parchment that the King had sent out to her. The guards realized who she was, and bowed their heads in apology. They then opened the gates, which Aniera passed through gratefully with her mustang, trotting along the streets of the Silicia Kindom. A few people look up to stare at her, knowing that she must be someone very dangerous by her frame and the way she covered half of her face with her hair. Ignoring their stares, Aniea tied her mustang to a column outside the castle, and jumped off of its back. Stretching out her limbs again, Aniera let out a bored sigh and sauntered forward, walking up the stairs that led into the throne room. Without even knocking, Aniera opened he doors, and walked forward along the carpet, her malevolent gaze locked on the King. "You called for me? For some kind of task that I need to complete?" Aniera spoke in a deep tone, one that held both her power and superiority. The King didn't daunt her, and if the knights attacked, she would just slaughter them with ease.

What I expect from you:It is all relatively simple! Below I shall list all the things I wish to expect from you. Fail to provide yourself with the expectation below, then your request to do a one on one with me shall be declined unhesitantly. So read carefully, as to not skip or misunderstand any of the expectations in the list.
- Paragraphs! At least one minimum per post, which consists of five to seven sentances.
- Good, almost perfect grammar! No fragments, run-ons, misusage of punctiation, etc.
- High level vocabulary! Instead of using brave, use bodacious! Instead of killing use eradication! Vast words if you please!
- Be on regularly! Do not abandon the RolePlay for a week or more without notifying me that you shall be gone. Whether it is vacation or not!
- Be able to RolePlay both genders! xD Please!
- Be able to create great plot twists! I am pretty dull at that [which sucks about my brain -.-] so I wish that you attempt to create twists that will be able to bring some.. algid drama into the RolePlay. x3
- Be my friend? xD I wish to get along with my RolePlaying partner! xD

Topics I shall or am Willing to do [Ones in bold I really want to do]: • Lycanthropes - I am really fond of Lycans so, this is my highest liking. xD
• Wolves - Whether it is with powers or with ordinary wolven, pack or loner, I am addicted to wolves, so this is a topic I am willing to do. x3
• Lycanthrope Pack/Loner Romance - This one I desperatly want to do!!! xDD
•ROMANCE! - I have gotten into romance over a few rps.. xDD But it must include a supernatural being[s] and/or a human. LycanxHuman, WitchxLycan, Fallen AngelxAngel.. ETC! xD And this kind of RP will have to take place through PM since.. I tend to post some pretty mature stuff. T-T
• Warrior Cats - Yeah, I love the books. x3 Will do this one!
• Pirates! - With a unique plot of course. x3
• Historical RolePlay - Like people back in the Stone Age. xD Search the book series 'Chronicals of Ancient Darkness' to see what I mean. x3
• Angel x Fallen Angel - Oh yes. >:3
•Assassins - Like.. a Kingdom RolePlay with royal people that are evil and assassin are sent to kill them.. xDD
• Kidnapper x Hostage - With a very unique plot, not really just a person kidnapping another person. -3-
• Demigods - Only Greek demigods please. x3 And a spontaneous plot. =3
• Supernatural Beings - Like Witches or something.. Or a creature that you wish to have in a RolePlay. xD I'm open to any creatures, just as long as the plot is appealing.
Topics I shall NEVER do: • Twilight - Real men don't sparkle.. -.- Vamps BURN in sunlight..
• Justin Bieber - ...I just dislike the kid I'm sorry..
• Celebrity - I feel like a total idiotic immature child RolePlaying celebs.. Sorry!
• Schools - Nah..
• Yaoi/Yuri - No. O_O
• Movie or Book based - Nah.. Maybe the same conflict but not exactly the same characters..
• Aliens/Robots/Non-human creatures - No, just.. No. >_>
•Anime based - I absolutely love anime, but I wish not to..
Alrighty! xD PM me if you are strongly interested on having a One on One with me!