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Thread: Holy Light and Black Clouds (All are welcome)

He looked at Flail and smiled as she looked rather happy at what was going to go down. He knew she liked this type of thing, but didn't know to the degree. He turned as she kissed his cheek, Well have fun, this is just the first of many place we will hit, he commented with a shake of his head. he went to the side as he looked at her walk down into town. He knew she would draw everyone's attention how couldn't she manage to do that. It was just something that was a natural skill of hers. He also knew it would draw all of his agents in the town out, and would tell them that the time was right. He walked around, letting her have her show and fun, as he went into the town taking and forcing the people to remain in the town as the attack started. It was bloody, their few soldier's attempts to do anything fell apart, as his men took over every single part of the town. He ordered his men to force the people not in the church into a large warehouse, that he locked down. They would be either dead or converted with in a short while. He walked out to see the church on fire, and a man dead, Well now Flail good work, we have a bit before anyone gets here, he said pointing to a building, go there it is filled with humans you can have fun with. Char nodded as he looked at the casters, he looked at the gate and smiled as he looked at one of the guards, open it, that way we can at least have something to use after this, he commented confident in his plan. He stood behind the trip looking forward as the masses of demons came forward. They were in such a blood lust they didn't even notice the trap. Suddenly they went off one at a time, the explosions came within a foot of him,but he remained there quietly. He looked as everything in front of him was blown away, it was a perfect success, the cries of the demons shocked by the trap were extremely loud, He saw that there were some in the smoke and raised his sword, charge, he commented as he moved at the shaken survivors of the trap, they could drive them back and at least be able to get a defensive front now.
Thread: Holy Light and Black Clouds (All are welcome)

Flail stabbed a man in the eyes, then she scratched her nails down a woman's back drawing enough blood to kill the human.She did all this while smiling and giggling, blood splashing onto her cheek and a bit on her skimpy robe.Looking around, she just noticed a few demons killing here and there.Oh goody, most party people.She said and flew up, her hand extended out and summoned her black cycle.With a war shriek, she launched her body down and swung her weapon, taking off heads and seeing then roll.Die, humans die.She said, flapping her wings and going around, chasing humans left and right.Where is your God?Where is he? WHERE, WHERE, WHERE, WHERE.She called out, until some, if not all, humans were gone.Landind next to Zero, she wiped her cheek with her finger and licked it clean. All the humans are gone.She pouted then listened to Zero.Slowly, very slowly, her lips curled into a wicked smile, her eyes shifting towards the warehouse.Hmmm...kill them or convert them???She questioned, weighing the options.What happens down.She asked as she kept her eyes on the warehouse filled with screaming humans. Ramina watched, the golden gates slowly opening until the demons and fallen pushed them open forcefully and stormed towards the line of defense.Readying her weapon, she waited, seeing them approach the trap that was set.Fools that they were.They did not see their demise before their eyes.Counting down, she watched the demons get nearer and nearer until it was to late.One explosion went off, then another and another.Soon the filled was filled with light and dust, exploding sounds going off until finally the dust settled.Some demons groaned, pulling their half blow bodies across the field.Some held their missing arms, other were still pretty much full bodied, just wounded. As Char gave the command, Ramina as well as others let out a war cry and rushed toward the hoard, weapon drawn and ready. Ramina made the first strike against at Ramreel demon.A pork looking being with a hideous face.She heard it squeel as she swung her claymore with ease and loped off the beasts arm, then its head.She turned and dodged a near hit from a battle ax.Shouting in anger, she swung her body, bringing her weapon with her and liped the creatures legs off, sending him down.This fight was just the begging, she just wished she knew how many more will come.
Thread: Holy Light and Black Clouds (All are welcome)

Zero looked at her as he knew she was going to enjoy this from her nature, which he had figured out as the events took place. He looked over at her and the others, his mind working, planning. he was one alway to try to stay a move ahead of those he was against, that was the key, he had to be smarter then his foes. He heard her land next to him turned towards her. Yeah, I know, you did a good job with them as I knew you would, yes, what better what then a convert human to use against the people who want to protect them. You see, they will have to kill the ones they most care about, they will in the end destroy themselves as they fight themselves, which will allow us to outnumber them. The one with the most numbers will win this fight, he commented as he looked over, soon a flight of angels will come to see what happened here, we will defeat them and let one of them get away to let them know just how they were. Hit, by the time they come to counter we will be gone and ready to hit somewhere else. Char moved forward with no hesitation in his movements, he dove right into the thick of the fighting. He was not going to back down, and his will was not going to be broken in this fight. He would show them that they were not as weak as the demons thought they were. He moved threw the lines of the demons cutting down a large one and then jumping over a strike fro ma second, before he came down sword into skull of the second. He was going to take them out, even if he had to take them down one by one. His movements were perfect, the training he had gotten had made him into a machine of war, prepared for any attack his foes threw at him.
Thread: lesbian secretary rp

Today I'll be on msn messenger and will be looking to roleplay over that if any of you ladies out their are interested, pm me with your addy or I'll just give you mine
Thread: [WB] Worldcraft: Age of Ancients

Long, long ago, before the birth of this world, there was a time of darkness... In every creation story, there is an all-powerful being or beings that separates light from dark, forms the rivers and oceans, and brings to life the first man and woman. In this setting, seven beings of power have awakened and the need to create is strong within them. Name Worldcraft Basic Summary The role-players involved will have their hands in the very formation of the world. Play will begin with a blank slate a blue-marble with nothing significant about it. The Ancients will then take turns, bringing up continents, depositing rivers and streams, and populating the world with their creations. Genre Collaborative world building. PN Level Zero. There is nothing on this world to hone paranormal powers until the Ancients decree it. Ancients, themselves, have infinite control over their own powers. PN level will change as the world progresses through its different ages. Tech Level Again, zero. Technology is the work of man. Population Zero. Notable Locations A little blue marble residing comfortably distant from a nearby sun. Notable Persons The Ancients. Advanced Summary Players submit in an OOC board as to what they want to accomplish with their current action. This is typically rather basic, like I want to create a mountain range along this coast or I want to turn this area into swampland. Once approved, the player is allowed to post to their heart's content. If the player making the mountain range wants to describe normal critters that inhabit that mountain, then great he can go off and make an aside about moss rams and foxhawks. If the player making the swampland wants to describe flora of her marshy lands, that's also great she can go off and make an aside about ram's moss and foxglove flowers. If one of these players gets out of hand and does something that the game master GM doesn't agree with, the GM will politely ask that the player remove certain parts of the post. This shouldn't be too much of a concern, as territorial flora and fauna won't come into conflict with other species. Or rather, they shouldn't. If the mountain guy wants to have a big dragon in his rocks, then he can do that, as long as the GM permits. That dragon will be snoozing for quite some time before demigods, avatars, or humans come of age. Authorization Level Invite Only There's more to come! This isn't done! Please post any questions you have below. Last edited by a moderator Sep 23, 2022
Thread: Black Rose request thread.

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Thread: Black Rose request thread.

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Thread: Black Rose request thread.

supernatural with a twist I have a small craving, I am craving for a good Supernatural rp. I would like to make one alteration though, this would be the time where Dean is killed and sent to hell. After the torture he came back as a woman. So yea I want to do a supernatural rp with that twist.
Thread: Sex and the Modern Psycho

Abigail had been laying on her bed nude, face up, watching the projected time on the ceiling for the past four hours. For four hours, she imagined stabbing this fraud, or perhaps burning him alive. Or beating his head in. If she stabbed him, it would have to be in one blow. People could still move when stabbed once. If she burned him alive that would cause a lot of screaming and she doubted that she could capture him and do it. Beating his head in seemed to be the logical choice, but that required a preemptive strike. There was also that 9mm gun. It was so impersonal though. And if she missed she'd be screwed. Not that she was a bad shot or anything, it was just that she fucking hated aiming in the dark. She'd take it anyway. In fact, she'd be taking her knife, a gun, and a few needles filled with tranquilizers just in case she found the opportunity to use them. If there was anything blunt nearby, she'd probably be using that as well. Suddenly she saw the digital numbers on the ceiling turn into what she was waiting for. 700 PM. She was sure this was an hour and a half or two hours earlier than what the time the clues said. She sat up immediately and then went to the bathroom, brushing her teeth, putting on new eye liner and mascara, and then a little perfume. She pulled her hair back into a low pony tail, leaving her bangs to hang just below her eye brows instead of pinning it back like she did in school. Then she put on her reddest lipstick and went back into her walk in closet. She had already picked out an outfit for tonight. It was a black sweater dress that hung loosely on her, but she needed something that wasn't tight so that she could hide her weapons effectively. After slipping into the dress, she hooked her waist holsters around her shapely things and attached her gun and a few magazines to it, followed by the knife. The last thing was a pair of flat boots. They were simple enough to run in and were stylish as well. She took her keys and grabbed her jet black helmet and walked out of her apartment. Going to the parking lot, she walked to her yellow Vespa GTS 300 complete with a fake tag and started it. She smiled when it purred to life and then headed off to her destination. Arriving there at exactly 745, she parked the Moped a few blocks away and began to lurk the area.
Thread: Sex and the Modern Psycho

Having parked a couple of blocks down, Caleb put enough change in the parking meter he left the car at to cover it for a few hours. He really didn't need but one hour, but it was always better to be safe than sorry. As he slipped through the alleys, he looked upon his target. The Domino Club was two stories, and the one he wanted would be in the back rooms of the second floor. It wasn't really a problem for him. Normally he would be approaching this differently, charming his way into the club, getting close to one of the girls that frequently were known to hang around Geno Scaglioni, one of the big money guys for the Italian mafia in the city. He had managed to get off on three separate counts of murder due to witnesses withdrawing or dying mysteriously. Tonight that pattern ended. Rather than go with his normal approach, Caleb was choosing the stealth route tonight, because this was a special night. Tonight he wouldn't just be taking out a target, but would be dancing with a new partner. Tonight he was going to meet his copycat...and put him down like a dog. Disappearing into an alleyway, he managed to slip around to the back of the club, foolishly left unguarded. These mafia types really were arrogant jackasses, and because of that arrogance they made mistakes. If you put all your security at the front door, you leave your back wide open. It was a rule that guys in prison were very familiar with. Always cover your rear. After a fairly easy climb, given the handholds these older buildings offered, he was on the second floor catwalk within minutes. Only a few minutes after that, he was climbing in through a window that had a sorry excuse for an alarm, and waiting in the very office that his target would soon be making his way to. It was the only place one ever found Geno without his bodyguards, though he did enjoy bringing his dates in there to show off his fancy bed that folded into the wall. It was always kind of fun to kill them in front of a date, though he knew if a girl came back with his target he had to hide his face...or kill her too, and he usually preferred not to kill innocents. Taking out the mask he had stuffed into a pouch on his side, Caleb pulled it on and slipped into his hiding spot, getting into the closet full of Geno's suits and managing to pull them around him to cover his presence. He was good at things like that. Geno would likely open the door and look him right in the eyes and never even know it until he was bleeding from the throat when he went to grab a change of clothes...
Thread: Sex and the Modern Psycho

The way the woman began talking, teasing almost, certainly had Caleb's attention. He was no fool, however, and didn't let his guard down for even an instant. She was good, he had to admit, and if it were anyone else she would have likely already had them lowering the blade only to end up with a slit throat already. He wasn't so easily convinced, though. While the sight of her pressing her breasts together had indeed been...nice...but he couldn't let such a move distract him. This girl was dangerous, and even the slightest opening would mean his death with her. Instead, his hand released her hair, but he moved fast, incredibly so, to grab her by the throat, spinning her to face him as he forced her onto the desk, pinning her back to the hard, cold wood. He then began to use the knife to cut the straps that kept her weapons in place, pushing them aside with the blade, his hand remaining on her throat, not squeezing hard enough to cut off her oxygen, but he did keep enough pressure there to let her know he could choke the life from her without much effort. Now looking at her body from the front, even more exposed to him, he found the view quite pleasant. Slipping the knife into its sheathe, he reached to his side, producing a bit of black nylon rope before pulling her to a sitting position. At least now she got to see the face of her opposition, and it did indeed match his voice. He was easy on the eyes, there was no doubt about that. She wasn't going to die at the hands of an ugly man. Picking up her gun, he stepped back as he took the weapon out of the holster. The way he moved, and the way he handled the weapon, it was clear he had been trained. Chances were this guy used to be special forces of some sort. Reaching up to the latch of the wall bed with one hand, the other keeping the gun leveled on her, he pulled the bed down before stepping toward her once more, picking the rope up he had removed moments before. Wrap your arms under your thighs, he ordered her. It was clear what he planned to do, and was smart about the way he was obviously planning to tie her up. Apparently he wasn't going to kill her just yet. Perhaps her story had bought her a little time. Or perhaps he wanted Geno awake to witness her death before his own. Or maybe he planned to do...other things first.
Thread: Sex and the Modern Psycho

When her released her she knew that she didn't get him that easily. If he was smart he would...wait...holy shit. Abigails eyes widened when he took her by the throat, not because she was scared but his appearance caught her off guard. This man was possibly the most attractive male she had ever witnessed in her life. Or maybe it was just the blood lust in his eyes that attracted her so much. It reminded her of...well herself. She had nearly lost it a second there. What it was, she didn't know, but she didn't have time to ogle this man. She needed to take whatever opening she could. There was a low chance he would leave one, but none the less if one slight opportunity presented itself it would be the last. When he forced her onto the desk, she winced but kept her eyes locked on his, even when feeling his blade cut the holster from her body. She noticed that he was enjoying the view, but that was no surprise because he was a man after all, and it was rare that men, serial killer or not, did not take a gander at an exposed women. She wondered if she was in any position to tease him. Probably not. Judging by the way he simply kept quiet he was the strong and silent type. No point in trying to talk any further. As he sat her up, she got an even better look. Damn he looked tasty. It was hard focusing on the nylon rope that he just pulled out. Guess she wasn't going to be getting out of this any time soon. She found herself hoping that if he decided to kill her, he would at least screw her first. It had been a while since she actually found her victims attractive without them being bloodied up. She quickly dismissed the thought however, as she was sure that if she began to think that would way it would mean her ultimate down fall. No no. She couldn't be thinking that she would die. It was true that she could die, but the moment she started thinking of herself in the past tense would be what sealed her fate. She had been in plenty of life or death situations before. As he picked up her gun, she didn't even try to make a move. It was because the handle he had on it meant that he was a professional. Damn, she was kind of screwed here. When she saw him lift down the wall bed she couldn't help but smirk as a bunch of corny jokes came to mind. It wasn't the time. She couldn't read that cold expression of his, so she couldn't tell his intentions. As he ordered her to wrap her arms under her thighs, she obeyed obediently. Why, I had no idea you were into bondage! She bursted out, and then cursed herself for being such an idiot in her head. She just couldn't hold her tongue any further. If that was the last thing she said before she died, she'd be so humiliated in hell.
Thread: Sex and the Modern Psycho

The way he was tying her up made her wonder if he really was into bondage. She was totally relieved that he hadn't decided to kill her after that crack, but she figured that he was the serious type and couldn't appreciate a good joke when he heard one. It took several minutes for him to finish his masterpiece, and she couldn't help but appreciate it, even from her perspective. She blushed a little bit when she felt the rope rub against her cunt a little bit but dismissed it. At least he didn't intentionally put a knot there. Sighing when he ripped off the rest of her dress, she tried her best not to be humiliated, but not even she could keep a straight face. When he picked her up with ease, she couldn't help but try to test the elasticity of the rope. Not even an escape artist could get out of this crap. Plus whenever she struggled too much, it began to rub in between her legs and tightened around her breasts. So much for that. A gasp escaped her lips stick smudged lips as he tossed her onto the bed, and she had a perfect view of that pig Geno. How disappointing, she would have rather looked at this strangers face. Watching the events occur right before her eyes, she couldn't help but get a little excited. He didn't even want to kill the man when he was asleep. That wouldn't have been any fun to her either. Especially because the look on Geno's face couldn't be achieved if he was passed out. Even in her own predicament she couldn't help but mentally cheer her captor on. Wait. What the fuck was she thinking about? She began getting very angry. She didn't like it when she lost track of her agendas, and she remembered just how much she hated him before she saw him. That fuck was messing with her head. She was the one who killed people for justice. She was the hero. NOT HIM. She began to grind her teeth through his speech, acting like a big shot. He was a goddamn fake. He had just gotten the upper hand while she was distracting with the now dead pig who used to be Scag. When he turned around to face her, her expression was completely different. Her eyes were filled with malice, but she didn't say a thing. Not even to crack a joke. Play time was over. She'd get him for this.
Thread: Sex and the Modern Psycho

Seeing that look on her face, it was now his turn to be amused, his lip curling into a crooked grin as he looked down at her, a smile that was just too damn charming and sexy to not notice. It gave him an almost sinister look, but what woman didn't love one of those evil grins? Well, looks like you ran out of jokes, hmm? With a smirk, he glanced back to Geno one more time before looking to her again. There's nothing to gain by killing you...and I obviously can't just let you go...so it looks like you're coming with me. At least for now. It was a good thing he'd been given the weekend off after that little fiasco earlier that day, since his dance card now seemed full. He couldn't just leave the girl alone, after all. She was way too crafty, obviously, and that would come back to bite him in the ass fairly quickly. Looks like we're taking a road trip, he said as he bent over to hoist her onto his shoulders. He then made his way to the window, dumping her out first onto the fire escape, not so gently either, but not making a point of being especially rough. The simple fact was, there was really no gentle way to get her out there. He then climbed out after her, picking her up once more as he made his way to the ground via the ladder after pushing it down with his foot, taking great care with the extra package he now carried. Once on the ground, he walked toward a spot where he could tie her rope to one of the support posts for the fire escape, making sure to kick anything on the ground near the spot that could be used to escape or grabbed and hidden as a weapon away from her so it would be impossible for her to reach anything. The guy really did know what he was doing. Don't move, he told her. I'll be right back. Was he fucking kidding? Seriously? As if she could! His smirk told her he was indeed kidding. Apparently he had gone from humorless killer to stand-up comedian. Walking around the corner and out of the alley, he made his way to the car, managing to remain unseen for the most part, getting into the vehicle and starting it. Within a few minutes, he was pulling it around and backing it into the alley to recover the girl. After all, trying to move around unseen with a naked woman on his shoulders would have been pretty hard to do, so he had to leave her there for that few minutes. It wasn't like he had been careless and given her any means of escape anyway. Opening the trunk as he stepped around the car, he headed for the spot where he'd tied her to the post, whistling to himself like he was doing nothing more than taking out the garbage or something just as meaningless. The guy really was kind of a psychopath. A brilliant psychopath, but a psychopath nonetheless.