I am
always on the look out of a 1x1 rp partner, so no matter when you find this, send me a message

I
love 1x1 rps
What I will do** and rps I am in must contain at least A LITTLE romance, and more than JUST romance**
* Forbidden love rps
* Angel x Demon rps
* Angel x Fallen angel rps
* Human x Angel rps
* Human x Demon/Fallen angels rps
* Human x ghost rps
* Angel and Demon war with a little Forbidden love tossed in ^^
* VampireXHuman or WerewolfXHuman rps
* Magic school life rps
* Human/humanoid rps in general :3
Things I WON'T do* Yuri or Yaoi. (I'm not comfortable rping like that, even though I support gay rights.)
* Normal school life rps. They get too boring too fast.
* Horse rps
* bird rps
* Stray dog rps
* Wolf pack rps
* Warrior Cat rps
* Animal rps in general
* I don't like animal rps for 1x1, sorry to disappoint
Anything Not SpecifiedIf I did not specify above, I either don't mind either way,
or I've never roleplayed it.
Feel free to offer something else up
as long as it's not on my Won't do list.
What you can expect from me* I have excellent Grammar, spelling, and Punctuation
* I am proud to say that I am at a literate level,
which for me is about 15 lines, maybe more. It depends on the day.
* My posts will depend on your posts.
If you post a one liner, so will I. If you post 5 lines, do about the same.
* I will try to mirror your style of posting. If you like small print and centered, I'll do that.
If you include pictures, so will I.
* I will be on at least once every day, for at least a few hours,
but the times will vary, and my schedule will be sporadic.
* I can play multiple characters at once, anywhere from 2 to 6 characters is fine.
I am best at 1 to 4 characters
* I can play both male and female character,
but I prefer females.
* I am talkative, and I do sometimes comment,
and I do like talking in OCC sometimes.
* I am in school, so if my rping slips, it's because I am swamped with homework,
and if my style disappears, it's because I am sneaking online after bedtime on my mobile.
* I only use about four or five names regularly, in all or almost all of the rps I do.
These names are Shai, Alexander, Christian, Kira, Johnathon, And Aurora.
My favorite are the first two.
What I expect from you* Good spelling, grammar, and punctuation
* Decent sized replies. If I post a four liner, I would like at least two lines from you.
* Please be on at least every other day. Sporadic times don't matter to me.
* The level you rp at doesn't matter to me. I will rp anything from Illiterate to Literate.
* Be able to play both genders please.
I hate being stuck playing all of one gender, it gets boring for me.
* I would like you to not mind talking, and randomness.
* If you feel the rp isn't going to work, please message me telling me so, instead of just disappearing.
What I should warn you about* I can be extremely random at times
* I share a computer with siblings, so I may suddenly be kicked off to reappear an hour later.
* I am on later at night more often than early in the morning.
Examples of my roleplaying:Mosseh*Loves*No*Lies wrote:Christian
"I was not born to have fun, I was born to clean up your disasters. Of all the demons I was assigned to clean up after, it seems I got one who loves more than usual to cause trouble. I haven't had a break in over three centuries." He says, giving her a hard stare.
Shai
Finally getting sick of the angel watching her, she looks up and glares as he takes to the sky. She releases her human form, spreading her demonic wings and leaping off the edge of the opens stairs. A normal person would have fallen to their death, but she simply spread her wings, and flew to eye level of the angel, just a few feet away. "Why are you watching me?" She hisses, glaring.
Mosseh*Loves*No*Lies wrote:Alexander
"No Nikki, it's the rapist slash murderer who's been haunting the town for the last five years. You're my next victim." Alexander teases, turning on his flashlight and shining it over his face from below, to give off that weird eerie light trick. He glares evilly at her for a moment before laughing, and shining it back to the ground. "I got here about ten minutes ago. I was getting worried, I thought you guys had bailed. There's still no sign of Seth or Shai though. They'd better get here soon." He says, sighing. "I said good bye to Jason, then took off. My parents, as usual, were drunk and passed out on the living room floor, so they won't notice I'm gone for at least a day." He sighs again.
Shai
Shai sighed, and looked at the digital clock beside her bed. It was time to go, time to escape this h*ll hole. She slipped out of bed, and grabbed her old school bag. She quietly emptied it off all it's useless contents before loading it with extra clothes, All her saved up money, Her phone, Ipod, Cleaning products, and anything else she could think of that might be useful, including extra batteries, some rope, and a flashlight. Last, but not least, she grabbed her pocket knife, and stuck it in the pocket of her jeans before opening her window, and slipping outside, to her freedom. She was always so quiet and shy, no one would suspect that she had actually run away. They always underestimated her, except for the friends she was meeting now.
.:*Alexander*:.
He lifted her jacket off the table, showing her the sticky blood that had sunk into the fabric. "It's ruined, and so's your shirt, but I didn't think you'd appreciate me taking that off as well." He smirks, laying the jacket back down on the table. He saw the cold look in her eyes, and mentally shrugged it off. She could look at him however she pleased, his good deed for this life was done.
He looked her over again for a moment, thinking. "Anything else you need?" He asks, figuring he should get everything out of the way now. "And you still haven't told me your name, that'd be nice too." He says after another moment of thought. Three hours spent stitching her up, and he didn't even know who the h*ll she was.
.:*Shai*:.
She turned her head, also watching the spider as she frowned. She must have killed over a hundred of those things while trying to keep this place clean as she took care of the coffins, but there were always more. Sighing, She looked back at Victor, continuing to frown.
"Well, if you like dust and spiders all over your creations, I'll stop interfering with them. I thought the creator was long dead, but in truth, it was just someone who didn't care obviously." She says, moving to walk around him. She wouldn't idly chat with a stranger who had put all her imaginings and ideas to shame with just a few sentences. No real artist could possibly care so little for his work, not matter how beautiful his creations were. Touched by talent just to squander it.

Can we make this something good?
Well I'll try to do it right this time around.
Let’s start over
Alexander ignored her screams and protests, slamming the door closed after he pushed her out. He clicks the human locks in place, rolling his eyes as she begins shouting at him through the wall. He was sick of being nice, going against his basic instinct to stay patient with her.
He needed a good dose of chaos to loosen up. Too bad there was none around here right now. Just wait. . .more blood will be spilled later. He thinks, sighing. He listens to her rants fade through the wall, sighing in relief. "Finally, some peace for the rest of the night." He mutters rolling his shoulders stiffly. He breaks the bindings over his wings before letting them fall out of his clothing, finally able to relax them.
With deft movements, he returns to the foyer and cleans up the girl's last mess, throwing away the towel he had used. He returns to the living room as well, and throws away all the wasted stitching and bandages, storing away what could be used again for himself later.
He sighs heavily as he completes these tasks, suddenly feeling contained in the thick silence that had fallen over his house. He couldn't regret what he had done though. It was either throw her out, or kill her. His decent side had won out again. Too bad she didn't know just how close he had been to snapping.
I'll try to do it right this time around
It's not over
'Cause a part of me that’s dead and in the ground
I sense there's something in the wind
That feels like tragedy's at hand
And though I'd like to stand by him
Shai looked over her shoulder as Victor called her her, just in time to see his dark smile. The smile seemed to hold a thousands truths and lies. She forced her voice to remain calm as she answered him. "Yeah, sure." Her voice carries out over the distance she had put between them as she faces forward, walking back the way she had come.
Even though it didn't appear as though he would follow, the uneasy feeling wouldn't leave her. She decided to take an alternate route home, just to be safe. Her wings flexed ever so slightly under the wrapping she had encased them in, sending another chill up her spine.
Can't shake this feeling that I have
The worst is just around the bend
Shai She rose from her bed with a yawn, and looked at her alarm clock, set up to go off at exactly four thirty A.M. As always, she had beaten the alarm by thirty minutes, making it about four A.M. when she got out of bed. Her duties didn't begin until about seven in the morning, but she always woke up extra early to care for some treasures she had found just over a month ago, in an abandoned business. It was her secret, her only reason for getting up at all sometimes.
She grabbed some bindings, and secured her wings tightly to her back, then slipped on a tight light blue t-shirt with long sleeve, and a round neckline. She pulled a comfortably fitting pair of jeans on after, also slipping on socks and a black pair of sneakers. She secured her only bleach-blonde hair into a tight bun, coiling it all in until just a few strands hung loosely, and none were in her face.
Finally ready to go to her secret place, she grabbed a small bag on her bedside table, and left her home, taking only a few moment to look around as she walked silently through the town, searching for the building she had come to love in the short time she had known of it's existence.
Finally spotting the familiar sign, she peered over her shoulder once more before entering, the door opening easily after nights of use. She remembered the first time coming here, the door had been jammed because of rust on the hinges. Curiosity had gotten the better of her then, and she had oiled the hinges until it opened easily, revealing the hidden treasures within the rooms, though many would consider these boxes more of a curse.
Entering the back rooms, her eyes softened as she viewed the masterpieces of woodwork she had discovered just over a month ago. Coffins. Beautifully carved coffins lined the walls, some sitting, some leaning on one another, but all for them a work of art, obviously hand crafted from the intricate designs to the differences in each and every one. When she had first found them, she had taken time looking at each one, marveling in the craftsmanship in each one. She could hardly believe that a mere human could carve such beauty.
She had begun repairing and cleaning them less than a week later, polishing them, and fixing the small marks mice and other vermin had caused as they sat, ignored for so long. She wished she could meet the person who had carved them, but she felt he must be gone, for what person would carve such beauty, just to leave them to rot?
Alexander He nods once even though she couldn't see him, taking her mumble as an acceptance. He lifts her shift carefully off her skin, and pulls it up, letting it rest above the wounds, though there was barely enough room to do that. As he looked on at the deep grooves in her back, still oozing blood, he couldn't help but roll his shoulders, the marks seeming oddly familiar from somewhere, and they were positioned in the same spots his wings were connected to his chest. He added the pieces together, and knew this girl was either angel, or demon, or some strange hybrid or mix. He still couldn't sense what she was, but she seemed too. . .cold to be an angel.
Shrugging off his doubts for the time being, He grabbed a clean towel he had brought out off the table and carefully dried and wiped away some of the blood. He mutters an apology, as he moves the towel away, setting it down on top of her ruined jacket. He picks up a tool that looked similar to a pair of tweezers, and began slowly picking out and undoing the remainder of the old stitching. As he did so, he began muttering a few demonic charms, used to quench bleeding while sealing a wound. It should buy a little more time.
As he picked out the last old stitching, he set the tweezers down next to the pile of thread pieces that had formed, and picked up a sharp needle, a bit longer than a sowing needle, and a bit thicker as well. he threaded it with new stitching, that he shamelessly admitted to stealing from a hospital, and began his work on one of the holes in his back, carefully sowing it closed as he would one of his own wounds. The blood was slightly hampered by the charms he constantly muttered, but it still flowed a bit as he worked. He had never seem such a grievous wound as to have one's wings ripped right off the back, messily by the looks of it.
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