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Thread: Japanese anime style high school harem rp

So call tomboy Name Shirayuki, Akina Sex Female Age 16 Birthday April 1st Class 2A Apperance She is approximately 5'3 also has a crescent moon shaped birthmark on her left shoulder blade Personalitycompassionate and helpfu towards anyone in trouble, she's also a vulnerable, stubborn and very short-tempered girl. She frequently becomes angry and jealous, and is apt to hit someone when this happens, often a reaction of instinct do to her constant martial arts training. Overall, Akino is a charming, determined and reliable girl and gets along with people most of the time. However, because of her quick temper, some people are afraid of her, like her little brother Kouga Short Bio Raised into a family of martial artists, Akino learned at an early age that being strong is everything in this world, and because of that she struggled and trained every day until she was at her peak. However, because her mother wanted her to be balanced she was also trained in the art of fan dancing and tea ceremony. School Club Home Economics and Gymnastics If needed I can be the teacher too Name Nikaido, Yuri Sex Female Age 22 Birthday October 13 Class 2A Apperance Nikaido is usually dressed with a long-sleeved outer shirt and sometimes with another smaller shirt in. She is always shown to wear a mini-skirt with dark stockings. She always wears a collar which has spikes and chains. She hides it with the high collar of her outer shirt. Personality A sadist in some sense, Nikaido is a very strict teacher at Maijima High. However, she is easily concerened if there is something wrong with her students and will actively get involved in their lives. Although, if the piss her off she isn't afraid to slap some sense into them whether with her hands or a piece of chalk, or even a yard stick. School Club She manages the Gymnastics team.
Thread: Japanese anime style high school harem rp

Okay accepted for tomboy and accepted for teacher if no-one else plays her.
Thread: Japanese anime style high school harem rp

I will try this out can I play the rich girl
Thread: Japanese anime style high school harem rp

Of course you can, just post a character profile and I will check it and will either accept or tell you what you need to edit.
Thread: Japanese anime style high school harem rp

okay thanks
Thread: Japanese anime style high school harem rp

Im gonna be the senpai, sounds fun!
Thread: Japanese anime style high school harem rp

I'd be the friend I suppose
Thread: Japanese anime style high school harem rp

I just want to point out that character profiles should be put into the Character profile Section within a character thread when the time comes. Please only use this thread for planning purposes. Thank you.
Thread: Word and Deed (Billiam x Yoshie)

It had been one hell of a week at work and Allen was feeling completely wiped out. All he really wanted to do was just kick back with a drink and get a little reading in. But most of his books and comics felt particularly tired. With no idea what else to do with himself, he ended up grabbing up his beer and reclining in front of his computer, idly flipping from website to website. In a very six-degrees kind of situation, he'd gone from a YouTube video to a random Tumblr, and a few clicks later found himself at some random person's blog. However, despite the rather inconspicuous nature of the writings, the moment he started taking in the words, he was completely engaged. Hours went by, and his beer sat off to the side barely half-drunk. He was sixteen again, wandering around the library and discovering some of his favorite authors all over. But this time, it was no literary celebrity but a little-known woman. How she had managed to go this long unpublished completely baffled him. He read through a wide selection of stories before finally feeling the need to reach out. It seemed silly, surely she got tons of replies and comments all the time. Yet it seemed that almost no one had heard of her and very few people had said much beyond Good read! or Really enjoyed it! None of them seemed to understand the beauty on the screen before them. Well, he intended to rectify this fact immediately. She opened up the reply box only to stare at the blinking cursor silently for minutes, occasionally running fingers through his long dark hair. What to say? This seemed to go on forever, but finally a spark seemed to flash in his bright blue eyes and he grinned wide. His fingers flew across the keys for a few moments, and finally he looked at what he'd just written. Taking a look at my clock, I can see it's nearly midnight, and from what I remember, I found your blog somewhere around 800. The time absolutely flew by, and if it weren't for the fact that I should really sleep some time in the near future, I would have read for another four hours. Here I thought I had completely forgotten what it was like to fall in love with the written word. I will be sure to send this blog on to everyone I know! He hit the button to post his comment and immediately retired to bed with a smile on his face. He'd had a good night reading some amazing work, and had potentially brightened this woman's day as well. Or at least he hoped so. More satisfied than he had felt in ages, he fell asleep almost immediately.
Thread: Salvation: Baptism by Fire & Silver!

'Five months. Five months we had been fighting these beasts. This army of furry demons had been hounding us, intercepting supplies, stealing food, reducing the troops' morale to a mere shadow of what it had been. We can't lose the city center, we simply can't. It would prove the last blow to the soldiers' will. It would result in defeat. You would think that in the future, in a time of technology and weapons of ultimate destruction, that humanity would have found a way to kill supernatural beings with better accuracy, and more importantly a wider selection of weapons. Well, you would have thought wrong. The scientists have tried everything, from Anthrax Gamma to High Explosive bullets to the classic V2 missile. None of them have worked in completely killing them. The only thing that has worked so far, the Silver Bullet. Silver in itself wasn't the rarest metal on the planet. Not any more. Synthetic precious metals had flooded the market, ever since the government had begun to 'grow' diamonds. If only the bastards hadn't been destroying their convoys. Things would be so much better.' Trystan closed his journal, hefting his rifle and his pack. Silver bullets. How cliche. But they worked, and nobody could deny that. Trystan was a born soldier, raised to fight at a young age. He had learned how to accurately shoot a rifle at the age of ten. He could shoot blindfolded by thirteen. As of yet, he was one of the best snipers the city troops had to offer, therefore they got the privilage of taking out the enemy. A single shot had never been so important. The longer they waited, the more men died. If they missed a shot, that was one more bullet closer to death. The soldier stood, adjusting his helmet and checking on the magazines in his backpack. He had only a few clips of silver, the rest were high explosives or .50 calibur. To slow them down. They could be injured like any living thing, it just took more to actually kill them. Trystan shook his head, running a hand under his helmet to scratch at jet black, short cropped hair. His eyes burned a venomous green, and his skin held the hint of a tan. He had to move. He was supposed to meet up with another sniper and then head back to the command center near the middle of town. Something was going down. And whatever it was, it was going to be big, bad, and very, very messy.
Thread: Salvation: Baptism by Fire & Silver!

Trystan dashed across broken streets, his bag tinkling lightly as a mixture of ammunitions and medical supplies collided with one another. Cloudy skies overhead, as always. The sound of marching boots suddenly broke the silence, along with the sounds of moving armor. The soldier slid to a halt behind a building. The house was bombed out, riddled with bullet holes, the roof completely gone thanks to enemy shells. Damn them and their artillery. He rubbed his helmet for good luck, fingering the card that he had in the netting. An ace of clubs. Peculiar, since the luck charm seemed to be the Ace of Spades, but his was the clubs. With a reserve of steel, and his rifle loaded and ready with his HE rounds, he dashed across the street once more, praying to whatever God there was that the enemy didn't spot him. He got lucky. The convoy was heading south, away from him and his rendevous point. The abandoned church soon came into view, it's walls and missing sections giving it a depressing look. Then again, everything during this time was depressing. Men died for no reason other then to provide a distraction. The grunts. He growled at himself, rapping his knuckles against his helmet. He hated that. The way some of the men at the barracks eyed him, like he was some kind of destroyer. Like he was one of them. And still others eyed him like he was the savior. Well, that was when he stayed with the other soldiers. He couldn't handle all the attention, much prefering the company of the city. Silence was his best friend, loneliness his favorite companion. Only another sniper would understand. Maybe having another one to watch his back wouldn't be so bad. After all, two was better then one. A shake of his head and he was off, into one of the holes in the wall of the church. Inside he saw his new teammate. A girl with ivory white hair and blue eyes that looked like they had seen many battles. Hey. His voice was a little gruff from lack of use. You're the one who'll be helping me out right? He chuckled lightly, sliding down the wall and pulling a small metal flask out of his back pack. Nice to meetcha. You probably already know my name. Command didn't tell me a damn thing, except that I had a new partner. Mind filling me in?
Thread: Salvation: Baptism by Fire & Silver!

The slightest bit of noise, and immediately, her rifle was stationed at her hands, and pointed directly towards the one who had made his way into the church. Her movements were blinding, fast, and executed with the distinct taste of history. She slowly lowered the gun, however, when she saw who it was. A gentleness came to her eyes, and she smiled towards him. The ever faintest curve to her plump lips, and she was back to staring towards the statue, admiring how it was even able to stay hanging. My name is Rosemary, she began quietly. Her voice, was as careful and sweet as her appearance, excusing the presence of her out of uniform, and the many grimy substances of war. You and I will be covering the entire west wall of our base. They're managing to break through our previous barricades, and with their supplies coming in fast, and heavy...we have very little to keep them back with. We're at desperate measures, and they're putting faith in us, to keep an entire fleet of over a thousand of those damned things at bay. It was a heavy task, but one they could fulfill. They'll be sending them after dusk has fallen. They want coverage, given that they know we have height advantage over them. I can only assume they'll continue with their habits of sending in maybe twenty, to thirty at a time. If they're desperate, though, they might send more...we'll have to wait and see, Rosemary claimed, finally tearing herself away from the deity. Her eyes were now poised upon Trystan, and she held her hand out. It was gloved, in a ripped bit of leather, her fingers were slender and taut, with a surprising velvety softness to them. I look forward to working with you, they spoke highly of your accomplishments.
Thread: Salvation: Baptism by Fire & Silver!

Trystan shook his head, nodding at her. Nice name hun. Passed an armored convoy on the way here. We wanna make it out of this alive, we gotta stay hidden. With all the confusion, shouldn't be hard, but having heavy tank guns pointing at you isn't exactly the best feeling in the world. He chuckled lightly, scooting to sit by her. When he noticed her outstretched hand, he laughed and shook it, tossing his helmet against the wall as he relaxed against the wall. When she mentioned his acomplishments however, his mood turned a little dark. Acomplishments don't mean jack-shit in these times hun. The only reason I'm a sniper is beacuse I have a damned good hand. If I had a choice, I'd burn all my medals and nuke the bastards. Just nuke the shit out of them until they were nothing but ashes and a few melted organs. Before he went off raving and ranting, he took a deep breath and drank deeply from his flask. Once again, his mood changed, although this time it was lighter. The dark feeling was gone. Thanks for that though. I'm lookin' forward to working with you too. You seem nice enough. Although, you might have to excuse me. The last time I had a partner was at the beginning of this whole thing. Didn't last long, and didn't end on the best 'a notes either. The soldier shrugged, plopping his pack infront of him and taking out a clip of ammo. The bullets had red tips. Incidiaries. Fire bullets that would set an enemy on fire. The best part was the eggheads back at base had given it a nasty touch. It would explode with gasoline and flames, and set anything near where it hit ablaze. Such fun, especially when the bastards didn't die. The slightest hint of hurt showed in the man's eyes as he relived a mission that had forever left a bitter taste in his mouth. It was the same mission his partner had kicked the bucket. Also the first time he had encountered one of the furry bastards heavy tank regiments. Oh, such a bloody day.
Thread: Salvation: Baptism by Fire & Silver!

A clearing of her throat, and she watched, calmly, as her newly acquainted partner was suddenly provoked into a mood. She couldn't blame him, but she found his distaste for accomplishments to be harmful. To her, they were something to be proud of. Especially when the world was hanging upon it's last thread, it was nice to know that she had received her own recognition for making a difference somehow. Either way, she knew better than to argue with him on the matter. Instead, she could only survey his little fit and accept that anything related to his medals, or badges, was purely off limits. So be it, it wasn't something that would keep her up at night, either way. My partner is currently in critical condition in the medical ward. Him and I have been at each other's aid since I began, ten years ago. Her voice was obviously lacking any enthusiasm, and if he knew her well enough, he'd realize that speaking about Stark tore her completely up inside. It was difficult, knowing he was a mere sack of bruised flesh, bone and muscle, laying there, vulnerable without any protection. Thus, why she pledged to keep them all safe, until her last breath. She didn't want his blood on her hands, even if technically, it already was. If only she had been quicker...had heard them... A disgruntled groan, and she let her body go slack upon a nearby pew, feeling the wood creak and nearly crumble with dust, beneath her. I will have your back, if you have mine. We'll only be able to succeed if we work together. Today, we make a bond to one another, and we do not break it, even in times of dismay, Rosemary stated, turning her head, until her eyes bore into Trystan's. You have me, all of me...and I will do anything within my power to keep you breathing.
Thread: Salvation: Baptism by Fire & Silver!

The soldier chuckled, patting her on the shoulder. Oiyu, you're partner is your business hun. Critical condition in a place somewhere you aren't watching. If you guys were close, chances are you don't like talking about it. So here's a small pact. You don't bring up medals, I won't talk about your buddy. He grinned at her, tilting his head as he studied her mood. And between you an' me, these guys have had a hard time keeping me from breathing. He took another swig from his flask. Listen, we'll watch each others back. It's only natural. A grin plastered itself on his face. Although...... nevermind. You have all of me too hun. Just don't go abusin' it. My body handles combat, not abuse. With a small sigh, he stood, brushing some dust off of his shoulders. Off in the distance, marching could be heard. It was far away though, and it seemed to be getting farther off. Relax. Think about what we have to do. Hold off a couple thousand armored troops, maybe even get a shot at their commander. These guys have the tank efficiency of a fucking metal box without wheels. In other words, they suck at it, unless they have an experienced commander. We hit their main guy, they crumble. As the soldier made his way over to the rickety looking ladder leading up to the top of the damaged steeple, sounds of heavy artillery fire boomed off to the West. Even at that distance, it was loud. The enemy had started shelling some other nearby city. People were dieing. The soldier huffed a breath and shimmied up the old ladder. Hey, Rose, you wouldn't happen to have a radio system would you? I lost mine in a ravine a couple klicks back. Can't exactly move from here either, unless there was another spot command decided I'd find out for myself.
Thread: Salvation: Baptism by Fire & Silver!

The only thing I'll be abusing, is my trigger, she told him, assuring him that he wouldn't be treated in any type of ill manner. After all, this was a life or death situation, there was no room for games to be played. A part of her wished that they would be given a break every so often, but considering that the world was crumbling around them at a fast pace, and not looking to let up any time soon, well...there was no use in wishing for something that was impossible. Rosemary had long since accepted the fact that she would spend her last days here, in this treacherous compound of wounded soldiers, mortared structures, and bloodied soil. My radio is up there already, I believe. I had put it there yesterday, for safe keeping, she spoke up to him, grabbing her own bag, to join him on top of the steeple. And we aren't moving from here, they said this is our post until it falls. So, I'd get comfortable if I were you. And just like she had said, her radio was tucked away in the corner of the tight-nit, squared room. It was large enough to accommodate them without growing claustrophobic. They had a relatively nice sized roof above their heads, to keep them free from rain and other debris. Along with walls on each side, with shutters to keep open, allowing them the advantage they would need to shoot. If anything, she would have enjoyed such a hideout when she was younger, it mimicking something of a tree-house. That thought made her smile, fond memories flooding back. After a few moments of settling in, she pushed back into the wall adjacent from her new partner, and shrugged her heavily padded jacket off, revealing beneath a simple, dirtied white tank-top. There was a nasty scar present on her shoulder, which crossed down the length of her upper chest, through the valley of her breasts, and beyond that. How, exactly, she managed to get that, no one but Stark knew.
Thread: Salvation: Baptism by Fire & Silver!

The soldier only smiled, extending a hand to help her up the ladder. I was joking. Calm down. He grinned at her before setting up his rifle, pulling a bipod and an experimental scope out of his pack. The scope was a bit odd looking, being square instead of circular like most scopes. If one looked through it, they would see only three triangles, each one smaller then the last, centered in the middle of everything. Sure enough, the radio was all set up, and Trystan had to give her credit. She seemed like the one who liked to be prepared for everything. Yeah, I'll get as comfortable as one can get in a creaky, shot-up church that could possibly fall over with the slightest breeze. I like this setup though. Ain't too small, which is something to be said. Most sniper spots are tiny as hell. He shrugged, grinning at her again, taking another sip from his flask. Cautiously, he peeked out of one of the shutters. So far, there was nothing on the streets. Lucky them. When he heard the rustling of the flak jackets they had on, Trystan turned, raising an eyebrow. I'm guessing that shirt was white before all this huh? What caught his eye though was the scar that started on her shoulder and disappeared beneath her shirt, right between her breasts. The soldier tilted his head, rubbing his right arm lightly. He had his own scars, but if he took off his jacket now, she might think he was trying to prove something. With a sigh, he returned his attention back to the streets, flicking a switch on his scope.
Thread: Salvation: Baptism by Fire & Silver!

I kind of enjoy smaller spots...gives me less to worry about, as I can see it all in one glance, she murmured with a smile. Here, we have to worry about nearly three different directions. It won't be a problem, but...I suppose the upgrade of space is nice either way. Can actually stretch my legs out. Which, is saying a lot for what I've had to previously go through. It was true. Rosemary was a very small woman. Standing at only five feet and three inches, it was a wonder where they could have possibly stashed her, that would enable her to stay curled up, given her petite size. When he mentioned her shirt, she giggled, shaking her head. What makes you think that, she quipped, looking down towards the soiled material. Yeah...it was white. I don't really care, I'm just glad it's still in one piece relatively. Rosemary knew he had seen her scar, and it didn't bother her much. What was done, was done. There was nothing to be ashamed of, and while the memory of it still haunted her tenfold, because of the marking it had physically left upon her, she learned to deal with it. The past was a very dark place for her, and sadly, she didn't see as much light in the future, as she would have initially hoped for. Maybe Trystan could change that. But, for now, she merely prayed they stayed alive for a week. Tops. It's scorching up here...you're not going to take your own off, she asked. Wait...don't tell me you're one of those people naturally gifted with being a cool temperature no matter where you are...? She eyed him, If you are...I envy you.
Thread: Salvation: Baptism by Fire & Silver!

Well, I could see how you enjoy smaller spots. You could probably fit in a mortar hole in the middle of the battlefield. He grinned at her, shifting under his jacket. The comment about her shirt made him laugh a little, and when she asked him about his jacket, he merely shook his head. No, I'm not coldblooded. Although It isn't as hot as you might think. Trust me, I used to work with a flame thrower division, back before the furries introduced themselves. It gets hot sitting just behind all that fire! But he couldn't deny it was kind of uncomfortable. The normally smooth inside was beginning to get scratchy, so with a sigh, he shrugged off his jacket. The fabric had been covering up a left arm that had a visible history of his time with the flamer division, while his right arm had a multitude of slashes, cuts, and even a few bite marks from close encounters with furries. Around his neck lay a sheath, containing a silver blade. The necklace had been hidden by the jacket's high collar. Listen, three directions isn't really bad. Unless you only have one inexperienced sniper. But we aren't inexperienced, otherwise we wouldn't be here. Right? He shrugged, peeking out one of the windows again. Hey, you wouldn't happen to have a time the high-ups think the armored regiments will be coming right? I know it may seem a little strange coming from a sniper, but I don't have the best patience. I mean, sure, I can wait when I know when the target is coming, but if I have to wait without a hint or a clue, I get restless. And it normally doesn't bode well for buildings when I'm restless.