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Thread: building an open rp with me

Thank you so guys i need 5 males and 5 chicks still
Thread: building an open rp with me

Name Kyon Tenpouin Species Human Pure Age 25 Birthdate May 17 Height 5'9 Build Lean, rather like a dancer, Hair Deep white in a ponytail, which reaches down his back. Eyes Chilling icy-blue, his pupils almost looking white. Markings A single cross mark on his cheek, looks burned and red. Attire A simple black kimono open at the front, hanging with a white sash and trailing strips of cloth hanging around the arms. He normally holds a straw hat upon his head, one marked by the time of battle. Upon his sash is a odd flash filled with alcohol, heavy with the liquid and smelling of the sinful drink. A single image stands aflame on the back of his kimono, screaming out to those who would look at it. A single black serpent, two bright slitted blue eyes, venom and blood leaking down extended fangs. Under his open kimono is simple bandages and soft white skin. DemeanourPersonality A dishonoured Samurai that has cast off his principles and beliefs through bloodshed and more, suiting to serve whoever can give him a good home and more. Outside of warfare he treats people rather nicely and even seems quite lazy, but this all changes when given a command to enter battle. He does not respect anyone but his Queen, but that does not mean he is disrespectful, far from it. He treats everyone the same, from commoners to enemies. Those who would fall by his blade are the same he would help in the market. In essence he is quirky warrior with a keen eye, almost tired and seemingly average to the the world around him. Quirks He has a taste for sweets, so much so that it borderlines on creepiness. It has been once said he has gotten drunk off eating chocolate alone. How that was possible, no one knows. FamilyHistory Under construction
Thread: building an open rp with me

I forgot to mention to specify the sex of your character so i need 4 males and 5 females still to start
Thread: building an open rp with me

Can't wait for it to start. Quick question, what will be the base of the world we're going to RP in?
Thread: building an open rp with me

ha indeed wild-king!, humans do kick ass, But I just like being a Lycan to much, Well, a human Mage can be good I suppose... But, I digress. Name Kai Sex Male Species Lycan Age 13 Birthdate Sept 30th Height 6'11 Build Athletic, soft muscles, not ripped. Hair Deep Brown Eyes Piercing green, With the taint of an animal behind them. Markings A scar of a bight mark on his heck, and the scar of a wolf's claw on his back. Attire Despite his status, Kai is well dressed, he wears a blood red shirt of a noble, accompanied by a hood and flexible leg wear. under that he often wears chain mail, and weights on his wrists and ankles to slow him down from his true speed. DemeanorPersonality Kai, like most Lycans, is quick to anger. However unlike most lycans he feels remorse, and often tries to suppress his animistic nature as much as possible, His place within the castle has also taken its effect. taming him into some sort of house pet, However one that can walk and talk, and fight if needs be, However he has spent times chained in the dungeon for his rebellious antics and escape attempts. Quirks Kai is loyal to those who show kindness to him, and protects those he cares about to the death, however he is also sarcastic and quick to answer back with a witty comment, which usually gets him into trouble with the nobles. He believes nobility inst a birth right, it is defined by your actions as a person. FamilyHistory Kai was once a noble of the castle, venturing in out on the must dangerous quests and treating the men under his command with more respect than the fellow nobles in the court, he pissed off alot of people in his mortal life with his chivalrous behaviour and deeds. Causing someone to put the curse of the wolf on him. Turning him into a lycan. Kai fights the curse everyday, sometimes causing the wolf inside him to claw at his own body, leaving horrid scars. He can turn into hos wolf form at will, and has a heightened sense of smell, sight and hearing in his human form, How ever he can only enter his anthro form on the full moon. He spends his days in the castle being treated like a dog by some, and like a human by others. in some cases he has to be restrained and locked own, Which some of the more sadistic members of court use to their advantage. He is always fighting his primal desires and often growls, whines and howls like a wolf when appropriate. Sorry about the belated reply, gotta dash.
Thread: building an open rp with me

3 more males and 5 females left
Thread: building an open rp with me

Maybe you should ask a mod to move this thread to Other Requests and Coordination You may get more replies.
Thread: building an open rp with me

come on ladies... i want to build this rp....
Thread: building an open rp with me

lols i can play both
Thread: Seeking females, futas, and males for plot driven roleplay!

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Thread: Looking for a m/f story

A prince of Alba, a land that revers pleasure in all its forms, Quinn Chevlier has never been what one would call naive. Yet when his best friends take him to the night court for his 18th birthday, the warrior prince finds his world turned upside down. Born into the night court proper, a place known for its decadence and catering to all forms of pleasure, Cordelia Beliv has trained from childhood to be a courtesans, yet when her virgin night is contracted for the prince's pleasure, she finds herself lost to his charms, when he draws her into his world where love is sometimes lost in politics, she finds a lot that threatens all she holds dear. When treachery sets her and the prince onto their paths, love and honor bind them to it. It will take them to the brink of despair,and beyond. Beloved enemy, hated friend, deadly traitor...sometimes they're all the same person. The two will only get one chance to save all they hold dear, as they race to set things right. Its a world of deadly courtiers, beloved princes, beautiful courtesans and above all, its a story of love.
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are we allowed to link things like fetlife or other things of that nature in my signature just wanna make sure i dont link something im not suppossed to.
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You are allowed.
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Thread: Sandstorm Sins [sinfulrook and I]

Adara Dhakir weaved through the masses of Persians, the scorching noon desert sun beating down upon the marketplace. Noises of animals, of cartwheels creaking by and of merchants calling out merchandise echoed throughout the bazaar. The woman ran through the crowd, skillfully guiding her way through the mazelike city under her robes, which tactfully disguised her face and body. Still, she was able to move around effortlessly, and the fabric was thin and a light, peach color. Her golden skin stood out against her flowing dark hair. Strapped to her thigh was a steel dagger, the metal warm from her body heat. She had a mission to finish, and that was to murder her greatest enemy and his leader. The Arabs were at war with the Persians, and she was to terminate their greatest assassin. It was said that he rivaled her skills -- but that, she'd have to see for herself. Adara had been trained by the Arab priestesses, skilled in the deadly arts. Once the sun would set, she'd locate her target and confront him. In the meantime, she'd have to check either the palace or the temple. Where would an assassin hide? Adara sprinted through the back alleys of Persia, before finally reaching the rear wall of the palace gardens. She gaged the wall, before scaling it and climbing over the top. It was then that she decided she'd assassinate the king first. Get rid of the easiest task then leave her focus on the challenge.
Thread: Sandstorm Sins [sinfulrook and I]

came up with that on the spot! I never have ideas for names! XD Drassir Mikal was guarding the king, just like dozens of soldiers were. He was in the darkest corner possible, his dark brown cloak making him nearly invisible at where he was hiding. He could easily move around from one side of the palace to the other without being noticed, it was his specialty, that is why he was the best assassin in the land, or at least was until he heard news of Adara Dhakir. The news of this assassin came a few weeks back when a spy had come back after a two year long espionage, saying this woman has killed every last target within a few days of assignment! Knowing this, Drassir had to be careful, thinking of every possible point of entry she could use. He decided to check outside, scaling out the window silently and onto the rooftops, scanning the area. The royalty knew that the assassin would be coming any day for the king and Drassir. Drassir didn't care if someone came after him, he knew how to defend himself well enough against other assassins and even soldiers. After a while, he saw the assassin scaling a wall from behind the palace, then quickly disappeared back inside and silently walked up behind the king's throne, whispering. She has arrive your majesty... Do not fear, if all goes well, we will only lose a few men. He told the king and after the king nodded he had walked out the front of the palace, his cloak making him look like a common man who had just had a chance at audience with the king, and his face completely hidden.
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Haha awesomesauce. It's not a bad name either. Rather sexy, I should say. x With a sharp intake of breath, Adara felt chills running down her spine. She had the strangest feeling she was being watched, but she shrugged it off and sprinted through the garden, using the many fruit trees as a cover. The woman even made a mental note to eat some later, as a reward for murdering the king. The assassin reached the entrance to the palace, and creeped up to behind some rosebushes twenty feet away from the guards. Pulling out throwing needles, she held them between her fingers before flinging them at each guard, enjoying the sight of them drop to the floor clawing at their eyes and necks. Adara moved on, stepping over the incapacitated and now useless guardsmen as she entered the palace with easy. At this point, she understood that security would be heightened, and that she'd have to make careful note of where she could be seen. There was a highly likely chance that her rival would be waiting for her. The thought of someone equal to her skills unnerved her. What would he be like? Would he be ruthless yet merciful, and end her life shortly, should he be able to defeat her? No, Adara wouldn't let such a thought happen. She managed to successfully stalk past the servants and priestesses, and arrived in a large, grand hallway, where at the end of the corridor the throne room was located. In all likeliness, like a sitting duck, the king would be awaiting her there. She shook her head and couldn't help but smile. With men, it was so easy to predict their movements, decisions and plans. One simply had to know the right skills to attack with ease.
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Hehe why thank you Drassir saw the assassin sneak around the bushes, realizing nobody else has seen her. He slowly took his dagger out from his side, almost literally glued to his ribs from this heat, and silently followed her inside. He loved watching those miserable guards drop, but it was time to be more serious, she was nearing the throne room with such ease. Once she had reached it, he snuck up behind her and quickly disarmed her and restrained her, with just his one arm, his dagger against her throat. Speak and you shall be murdered by my blade. He whispered to her and hid with her for a little bit. He held her restrained and talked to her. My plan worked perfectly... And you fell for the trap. He told her and gently pressed the dull end of the blade against her neck. Tell me, did you really think I was foolish enough to let you just walk in here? He asked her, awaiting her response, toying a little with her. For some reason, he felt strange. She was a woman, an assassin, and she matched his skill. Somehow he was wondering what she was like outside her work, but that didn't break his focus one bit.
Thread: Sandstorm Sins [sinfulrook and I]

Forgive me, I'm changing it to Persian because Babylonian has too many syllables. Makes the syntax sound weird for me. The assassin took a step forward, just before she was caught in a deadly embrace. She reached up and put a hand on his arm around her neck, pulling it away from her just enough to try to keep her breathing. He was strong, and she was starting to struggle to breathe. It takes a lot more to kill me, you damned Persian, she hissed, digging her nails into his skin. Adara gritted her teeth, and yet she couldn't help but smirk as she saw the dull end pressed into her neck. So, you have me in your grasp. What are you going to do with me now, kill me? The woman's eyes flashed menacingly, although he couldn't see it from the way she was positioned. With one fluid motion, she took her left elbow and rammed it into his stomach, up into the diaphragm.
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That's alright, I prefer Persian over Baby lonians xD Drassir suddenly lost his breath, and cringed a little, but he still had his grasp on her, the blade not at her neck anymore. As he caught his breath, he pushed her out into plain view onto the floor and pinned her to the floor, the guards instantly surrounding them. The king stood and approached the two of them with a grin. Well done Drassir, you shall be rewarded well for you deeds. The king spoke and soon had the assassin arrested, Drassir following them all down to the prison deep below the castle. As the guards threw her in a cell, Drassir stood outside of it, watching her. Tell me Assassin, is your name not Adara? He asked her demandingly.
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With a cry, she felt her body slammed onto the floor, her head hitting the stones hard as the world started to spin. Everything else had been a blur. The king approaching her, being dragged to the damp, dank and dungeons below, and then thrown into a filthy cell that stank of rotting death. Other prisoners were heard moaning and lamenting while she remained silent, curling up and hugging her knees as she passed from the hit to her head. A few hours later, she was awakened by the guards and Drassir, and Adara looked up, her face unreadable but most definitely tired. My name, I will not disclose to you. You have no need of my name if you wish to kill me. she stood up and walked to the bars of her cell, her face inches from his. Her hazel, almost golden eyes studied his own, analyzing his expression, which remained pretty much expressionless. Adara smirked, and crossed her arms. So you are Drassir the Persian, Drassir the Assassin, and Drassir the Silent Killer. Oh yes, I have heard so much about you. It is on everyone's lips these days, everytime I enter the tavern it is Drassir this and Drassir that. You bastard, what is it that you have that makes everyone love you! she finally ranted, spitting in his face to punctuate her small speech.
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Drassir stood there and listened to the Arab rant at him, chuckling. I guess the commonfolk tongue is rather loose. He said with a grin and wiped the spit off his face. We already know about you and your work Adara. He said and motioned with his left arm for the spy to come in and show his face to her. Remember this man? The one who had spent a few years as an assistant to the king? He said and laughed. Nothing but a mere spy, getting every last detail on you and your king. He said and then let the spy go, then asked the guards for some time alone with the female assassin. Drassir looked at her and examined her thoroughly. Listen to me carefully... If you ever want to escape alive, you have to swear on your life you will not speak of what I am about to say to you. He whispered so that no other prisoners could hear him, only her. While you were passed out, the guards searched every last bit of you and disarmed you completely, and before throwing you in here, I managed to slip a lockpick into one of your shoes. He told her with that same whisper, looking away. At night, only one guard stands by the outer door of the dungeon, do not let him see you, he will alert everyone in an instant. Once you manage to make your escape, make your way to the east, towards the market, we shall meet in an alley near the blacksmith to talk more. He told her and stood back up to look at her one more time. Don't mess this up Adara. He said and with that, he turned and put his hood on, wrapping the cloak around him and walking out of the dungeon and to the market.
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Adara sneered at the spy, recognizing him from her own court back in Saudi Arabia. She had had a few suspicions, but since he was the king's favorite, she had no choice but to leave him alone... now the woman sorely wished she hadn't. The assassin watched Drassir leave, with a look half-discerning and half with contempt on her face. Is he... helping me? she thought, questioning whether this was some sort of set-up, or a trick. As soon as he was out of sight, Adara reached into her shoe and pulled out a lockpick, impressed at the man's reliability so far. Still, she would have to keep her guard up-- never let her walls down for a minute. If doing so, it could cost her her own life. Quietly she left her cell, the rest of the prisoners fast asleep or already on the hallucinations of starvation. None would see her creep by as she escaped. With stealth, using the darkness to aid her Adara hid in the shadows, the only guard in the dungeons pacing back and forth by the exit out. As he turned to walk away from her position, she took the opportunity to leap forward and catch him in a rear headlock. It was a struggle, she had to admit, but nonetheless the assassin was able to break his neck and leave him there to die. As she found herself running from the palace into the city, Adara turned east towards the bazaar. The chill of nightfall contrasted to the adrenaline coursing through her veins, heating her body with every step she took. Soon she heard the sounds of the blacksmiths working on their metal. Of course, the night was young and the city was still bustling with singing from the taverns. The assassin found the closest alley from the blacksmith it was behind a tavern, and waited for Drassir to make an appearance. He shouldn't let her down.
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Drassir had been waiting for only a little while, hidden completely amongst the shadows, as if he was a demon with powers that were completely inhuman. Once he heard someone enter the alley, he knew it was her, since nobody ever had gone back here. It was completely secluded and dark, and so he made his move. You came Adara... He said quietly, slowly walking up from behind her, a few meters away from her, walking slowly towards her. Glad to see you're alright. He told her and removed his hood, looking at her with a blank expression. Tell me, has your king ordered to kill both the king and me as well? He asked her sternly, looking away from her to keep his focus. There was something about her that bothered him. He couldn't kill her because she was a female, and she was the only female to reach his skill level.
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Adara quickly spun on her heel to face him, wondering how the hell he could appear at the shortest notice. It was almost as though he weren't human! Her eyes widened, then narrowed in suspicion. Yes... she said slowly, taking a step closer to him. She wanted to study his face, read behind that blank mask he kept on so well. There was something he was hiding, and like a fool Adara wanted to unleash it, whatever it was. Why do you ask? Of what interest would it be to you? When Drassir mentioned before that he was glad to see she was all right, Adara stiffened. If he was trying to offer pity for anything, she wouldn't take it.
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Drassir looked at her and still kept his blank face on. You do realize I could've killed you when we first met. He said to her and looked down at her face. I didn't do so because you are the only one to ever reach my skill level supposedly... All I wish is to let you be free and expand those skills, work for the people, and not for the royalty. He said and pulled out a piece of paper, almost like a contract. The best assassins across the land have signed this contract, and we only need one more to complete our guild of assassins. He said and showed her the names of the assassins, even his own was on it. Sign it, and you shall be free, free from those fat bastards that sit on their thrones, unable to do anything by themselves. You live by your own lifestyle, only obeying the person at the top, taking orders from only him. He said and then looked away. And that person is me, and I would like you to join us and rule with me by my side. He blushed a little and his blank face had now faded, a small smile spreading across his face, not in an evil way.