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Thread: Devil may Cry(moon/lady)

she grimaced a little and nodded. so i thought... one of my ancestors was a Demon... gross. she muttered, though she wasn't really as annoyed by that as she wanted to be. what no one realized, was that while her great grandfather on her mothers side had indeed been a Demon, her father had been something else entirely, which could very well give her an advantage that no one would ever expect against the denizens of hell. so not only are Heaven and Hell fighting for Souls, but Hell is in a constant battle for control... she muttered. that's really gotta suck. she muttered, shaking her head a little. i'm a child of the Fallen!? she asked, her eyes wide. indeed she was. her Great Grandfather had been one of Lucien's favorites, in all irony. he had died after pissing off the wrong Archangel. you might be restricted, but i am not. she muttered, a wicked light gleaming in her eyes. i'll see to it that he can never, ever cause problems ever again. she growled before turning her attention to the window. we're over the sea now. she muttered. it should only be a few more hours. as uncomfortable as these things are, they are very fast.
Thread: Devil may Cry(moon/lady)

Its hell. Did you really think wed be crocheting or something?Eric said looking amused. Of course were always fighting. Though I dont get to fight a lot. I usually just kill people.he mused looking disappointed at the lack of true competition, and was one of the only reasons he was going to enjoy this fight. Because he knew Lucien was more then enough to give him a true fight. Tilting his head a little as he thought before grinning., I think Im going to like you. If we end my problems with Lucien, I will eternally be grateful. Maybe even enough to sire a child or two on you. That would be fun.Eric said his smirk wide enough to say that he was just teasing her since shed freaked out so much at the idea of one of her ancestors being a demon before wincing as he looked at the window before returning to stare at his feet.good. this is long.He muttered trying to not think about flying.
Thread: Past tense?

Hi there, I've been role playing for a few years, but this the first time I've joined a site specifically for writers as I don't consider myself one, I just enjoy the story-telling and creative aspect of roleplay. I've pretty much only ever role played in first-person, present tense, however I've noticed on this site that many, if not the majority, of people request third-person, past tense. I'm just curious about the reasons most appear to prefer third personpast-tense. Personally I feel more 'involved' and part of the story writing in first person, present-tense and I'm a little concerned if I attempt to write in past-tense it's going to take me a while to learn not to mix tenses. Thanks in advance.
Thread: Past tense?

I would guess its because it is how the majority of books are written as opposed to something like a pick your own path story as there is more of a sense of character development to it.
Thread: Past tense?

I like first person as well, to me that is the difference between Role Playing and story writing. To me the fun is becoming that character. When I joined up here though I noticed most did it 3rd person so I just went with it.
Thread: Past tense?

Thanks for the answers. Yes, I find first person more immersive. With third person, it feels like I am standing outside, watching it happen to some random 'he' and 'she'. Anyway, I'll see how it goes, may just be because I am so used to first person.
Thread: Past tense?

For me it depends on the story and what your partner wants. I've just started a thread with littlerooster and I checked his past posts, which were past tense and he started off like that so I went along with it. I'd have been just as happy with the present. According to his post above, so would he. My thread with lowblow emma is a mix. I am using the past tense, because what you read from me is actually my statement to the police - sorry if that has spoiled the surprise - whereas emma is writing in the present.
Thread: Past tense?

I find first person a bit too immersive, especially for some of the darker things I am into. I need that barrier to feel comfortable exploring the darkness. Plus, if you need to include other people in the story, I think it's easier in third person.
Thread: Past tense?

I have nothing against the various tenses in general. In fact, I can write in either one when I write my own stories. However, when it comes to RPing, I've had issues where some people don't get the difference andor separation of reality from writing and thus it can sometimes just get down right creepy. It's sad for those who do get it, but unfortunately from my own experiences many do not. They personalize it too much and then try to cross lines. Better to leave that behind and keep to 3rd person past. It keeps the separation and distance and thus helps to keep things a bit more in perspective. I mean, I can't even begin to tell you how many people say things like..... I want you to be my submissive. Umm, no. My character will be a submissive to your dominant character. See the difference? Might seem like a small thing, but they can escalate sometimes depending on the person.
Thread: Past tense?

The immersion is a large part of the reason I play, to imagine myself or a character I slip into doing things i never would in real-life. However, I can definitely understand the point about it sometimes becoming too immersive or needing to separate fiction from reality. I've been on the end of that a couple of times myself. Also, thinking about what Xanphia said, I probably do play third-person a lot more than I realised when using other characters throughout the play.
Thread: RP Request - Smut Only

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Thread: RP Request - Smut Only

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Thread: Unburnished Silver {Profiles}

The year is 1962. JFK is in the White House, the space race is going strong, the Cold War looks set to get hot any second now, and the Vanguard keep the earth safe from all manner of extraterrestrial threats. Wait, what?! Ah yes, the Vanguard, one of the Earth's greatest superhero teams alongside groups like the Nuclear Family and the Aegis Brigade. Superheroes have existed since the turn of the century, mainly pulp heroes who were lacking in powers for the most part. By the start of World War 1, mutants began to appear, people born with unearthly power. There was a resurgence of magic that allowed sorcerors to walk the planet again, and aliens from beyond the furthest star began to investigate the earth! The Vanguard were the first and oldest among these groups, the ones who crushed the Axis powers into dust. Even now they are the United States greatest potential weapon against the USSR and their own metahumans, the Winter Guard. On the outset, this fantastic league of extraordinary men and women appear to be as wholesome as the Superfriends...but as with all celebrities, things are very different behind closed doors. Drug habits, affairs with their teammates, affairs with supervillains, affairs with their own sidekicks No younger than what the site rules allow dirty dealings with politicians... As far as the public knows, they're being watched by an army of pure paragons, but the reality is far worse than what they could imagine. ------- Character Sheet Skeleton Name Codename Age No younger than what site rules allow Appearance Either a picture or detailed written description. Powers Describe the nature of their abilities and any limitations to them, self-imposed or natural. Weaknesses If applicable. Biography 2 paragraphs or so. Sexual Orientation Secrets
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Thread: Le Sacre du Prince [rhm21 & YellowSmoke]

Lilith jumped in surprise, grinning as the fright faded to pleasure and she felt her brother's teeth sink into her flesh. She winced, but it was a pain she knew well, and one which brought excitement with it. It thrilled her to feel the exertion of Will's dominance, his will to do to her as he pleased, just as here was a security too to be found in being his little plaything. Though she was not and never would be his equal, and security did not necessarily equate to safety. With Will on her side, the raven-haired youth would always be safe, but there was always a sense of unpredictability around her tall, powerful sibling. It would be unwise for anyone to assume safety in his presence, even Lilith. A deep groan of pleasure welled up from her throat as she felt her flesh clasped between his teeth, pleasure only heightened by the pre-existing bruising running along her shoulders and the nape of her neck. The markings were more than just consequence to her they signalled her as his, and his alone. Certainly, she could enjoy others, but that was only a passing pleasure her heart and body belonged to Will. Exciting news, she grinned, when he'd released her from his embrace, and she turned to look up at his imposing figure. I made a new friend today... Restrained excitement played upon her features and her voice bore the tones of a little girl taking pleasure in something which was wrong she was sure that Will would be pleased when he met Marilyn, and she did so love to please her brother. Her name is Marilyn, and she's sweet as can be. Cute, too. I'm sure you'll like her. True enough, she didn't know her very well yet, but she'd gathered enough from their conversations between classes, over lunch and after school, to be confident that she fit the bill. Nought but a few wispy clouds scarred the clear night sky overhead, and as the gibbous moon gleamed upon its star-dotted canvas, Lilith told Will all about Wisborg's new student. She was withdrawn but friendly, seemingly apathetic when it came to school work but she did seem to share an interest in the occult, and Lilith had already begun to seduce her with the gift of a crow's foot. She wasn't part of any particular crowd and didn't seem to want to be, but once the pair had gotten talking it was clear that she was eager to make friends she just hadn't expected to find the kind of friends she wanted out here in the country. She's already excited to meet you, Lilith added with a impish grin. I only told her enough to make her curious, but I told her that there was something mystical about you, that you had a powerful energy... which isn't really a lie. Giggling, she looked up at Will with adoration, one hand reaching out to grip the fabric of his shirt.
Thread: Le Sacre du Prince [rhm21 & YellowSmoke]

Will listened intently to the excited mumblings of his sister. Her childlike demeanour was almost intolerable to me. If it weren't for their shared blood, Will would consider cutting her off and leaving her to fend for herself. He'd taken care for her for so long, it was starting to wear on him. He was growing tired of her presence. But she was a good little helper, and was always eager to please him, even sexually. He very much enjoyed dominating her, and although she was his alone, he still considered room for others we could be equal part minions and sex toys. Play things for Will. Her hand was holding on to the fabric of his shirt, like a child holding his mother's skirt so they wouldn't be lost in the crowd. All she ever seemed to want was his love and approval. To this day, Will rarely gave her either. He had little emotion for his sister or for others. He rarely looked upon someone as an equal. He'd sooner kill a person than put them on the same pedastal as himself. He grabbed Lilith's hand tightly and ripped it from his shirt before letting go of it. He almost broke a bone he gripped it so hard but he didn't. Lucky for her. 'It's good that she's curious. But she can't just be in the mind to consider it. We need to make her want it. YOU need to make her want it,' said Will, his tone low and commanding. He needed to make it clear that although Lilith was trying, she needed to try harder. 'I want our numbers to increase and we need all we can get. This town doesn't respect us, or take us seriously. But they will. And she will be just one of many new acolytes. I want you to befriend her, seduce her if you must. She will be a part of our gathering. I hope I am making myself clear to you,' he said, looking down at his sister. He knew she would do what he asked, but he liked standing over her and seeing the childish fear in her eyes. She'd never let her obedience wane because he would never allow her to. He wouldn't let her be free and he wouldn't let allow her to question him. Will grabbed a handful of Lilith's black hair and passionately kissed her lips, sliding his tongue down her throat. Their lips locked together and he held her close by placing his other hand on her ass. He would enjoy her body again soon, whether she would or not. He slid his tongue out of her mouth and gave her one final kiss. 'Be sure that it is done, sister.'
Thread: Le Sacre du Prince [rhm21 & YellowSmoke]

The raven-haired youth winced as her hand was pried away, but with honed practice she held a pleasant, obedient demeanour. She felt such an exterior endeared her to her brother, and she did so strive to please him. She would have said she did it out of love, but it was as much out of fear of drawing his wrath that she behaved so. In truth, she had rarely drawn his wrath, but that did not stop the fear from forming deep within her subconscious. Even through Marilyn she was trying to please him the girl was cute and sexy, and like most men he had urges which needed sating. It gave her a giddy thrill to imagine what pleasures Will might draw from the girl, and while some might have been jealous at the idea of them copulating, Lilith knew no such envy she belonged to her brother, and that would never change. I will, she nodded, a little disappointed that he did not seem interested in seducing the girl himself. She loved to see him act and to know the truth beneath the faade. She's new here, she'll be eager to make friends... it'll be easy. Ironically, of all those who associated with Will, it was Lilith who took his powers the least seriously of all, though she would never admit it to him. She simply liked to watch the world burn, and consume others in its flames, and she drew a sick, if nave pleasure in seeing her brother exploit others for his own sinister ends. She'd been his trustworthy second for most of her teenage years, and the darkness he exuded had enveloped all she knew. At heart she was still a girl, just a little twisted, and Will was the father figure which she'd never had parentally. When morning came, a gentle fog hung about Wisborg, obscuring the horizon and the ends of its long, narrow streets. Through the haze which would seem to freeze everything in the rendering of a still life, the town's inhabitants destroyed the illusion in their busy to-ing and fro-ing, parents carting their kids off to school before making their way to work, elderly citizens shuffling slowly to the shop for a morning paper, cigarettes, or whatever else might take their fancy, and Marilyn pulled her trim, long black coat tight around her and strode briskly through the mist towards the high school. She was looking forward to seeing Lilith again - the one friend she'd made - and again she pondered what to give her in return for the crow's foot, which she had stashed in her coat's inside pocket. Around her eyes was shade the same red as that which streaked her hair, and fallen dry leaves crumpled beneath fresh black sneakers as she crossed the green which separated the school from her residential area. For all her love of the macabre and the grotesque, she was buoyed by the new friendship she'd acquired. She would never call friendship beautiful, but in her heart she knew it to be so. Her new friend was nowhere to be seen as she made her way to her locker and killed the few minutes she had to spare before first period, but the two shared history together, and that particular class would be succeeded by lunch. She had only to make it through the morning with dying of boredom.
Thread: CAPTAIN AMERICA - WINTER SOLDIER - and/or Other Marvel (WWII or Modern) - NEW!!! -

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Thread: My friend wrote a book, you should support this book.

My friend wrote a book. This beautiful, bearded bastard. His dream is so close to fruition that he can taste the printing ink. Please help my friend, he's a good guy. So support this book. Buy this book. Buy thirty copies of this book and throw them at your friends. Just do it, don't question me. Sorry if I am posting in the wrong section, I just want to spread his hard work. Kick Starter Link
Thread: Damsel in distress (cabalxxvi & Autumn Queen)

The hour was late, and the bottom of the sun was kissing the horizon. Deep within the refines of the forest, perched atop a tree like a cat stalking it's pray, an Elven man stalked the area. His body adorn with all his gear. The man had two swords that rested on his hips. The scabbards were of custom design to hold the two magical blades. His clothing was made of the finest materials, and he looked as though he was part of a royal order of knights. Alas the man had two matching flint lock pistols that sat just behind the scabbards of the bladee. A coat covered some light armor that had its own magical properties as well. A set of dragon bracers rested around both wrists as well as a matching pair around his ankles over the boots. His hands were left bare so that he could feel everything around him. There was a hood that hung on the overcoat that was down at this time. It allowed the platinum long hair to wave slowly in the light breeze on the nights air. His skin was starting to fade with the night, and his emerald green eyes started to shine like that of a night stalker. The ground was littered with the falling leaves of autumn, and they had started to change shades. The most beautiful shades of orange, and yellow that meshed in a state of harmony. The sound of horse's hooves were heard on the ground below as passers on the road traveled passed the tree that he was perched in. He watched as the people passed like he was the protector of the road, but his real intentions were unknown to anyone that could spot him in the tree. Though that was nay impossible. As time passed, and the sun faded over the horizon, he moved back toward the trunk and leaped into the bush below. A low growl behind him rang in the night, and he froze in place. He had been playing hide and seek with his mythical black tiger that was as dark as he was. The large pink tongue flopped out of his mouth, and then lapped the drow's face. The man chuckled, Reisender, what are you doing? You found me. He finished with a chuckle. The drow placed an emerald figurine on the ground, and a dark mist took the cat back to it's mythical world. Armond picked up the figurine, and then stepped onto the road pulling the hood of the coat over his head.
Thread: Damsel in distress (cabalxxvi & Autumn Queen)

Further down that same road a nondescript carriage moved over the hard-packed road. The two horses were alert, as if they could sense the coming danger in the air. Inside the carriage were two guards and a young woman, her skin pale and her hair dark as the coming night. She shivered involuntarily and pulled her cloak tighter about her shoulders. The carriage was mediocre, not the finery that she was used to. Her guards seemed to be emotionless stone statues. Lady Joanna held a small box on her lap that contained a sealed scroll and four bars of platinum a gift for the king. She had never felt so alone. Strapped to the lower part of her back was a small pouch that carried a single thing a gift to the King's wife that the lady's master had hoped would sooth over the recent rift between Queen Beatrice and Duke Humphreys. The Duke, who had commissioned this special delivery, had special reason to want the queen to look favorably upon him. There was an important treaty coming up and he needed every advantage he could get. Hence...Lady Joanna and her delivery. She wrung her hands and looked out the window at the darkening sky. Suddenly there was thump! and the carriage seemed like it ran over something. What... what was that? She looked at her guards. One of them knocked with a guantleted hand on the ceiling. Rupert! Everything alright? There was no answer. He frowned and knocked again. Rupert! Stop the carriage! There was a hard smash on the carriage driver's bench, like someone had jumped on it, and the reins cracked as the carriage was being taken over. It careened into a small meadow and stopped abruptly. The guard frowned and cursed under his breath. Damned drivers. You can't find a good one for less than a king's ransom nowadays. He opened the door and stepped out, and a crossbow bolt slammed into his throat. The man's hands fluttered to his gushing wound like startled birds. Lady Joanna screamed.
Thread: Damsel in distress (cabalxxvi & Autumn Queen)

Armond was walking up the road in the direction of the slowly approaching carriage. He didn't pay any heed at first, and was going to veer off into the bushes to let it pass by, but then the crack of the reins sounded, and the carriage took off. Armond had to dive into the thicket to avoid getting hit. The carriage was around the bend when the bandits took it over, and when it veered passed him, he didn't hesitate. When Armond hit the ground in the thicket he came back up to his feet with a quick roll on the ground, and was in a dead sprint to follow it. He slowed his sprint when the carriage stopped, and leaned up against a large oak tree to spot all the bandits. There were the two that took the carriage, and it looks like two of the guards had been paid off as well. Armond couldn't make out who's carriage it was though, it wasn't the queens, hers were more elaborate, and had three times the guards. Armond ducked into a large bush that gave him a better view of the area, and listened in on the guards. Hoi, what va hell, this aint the queens, one bandit stated. I know it aint, but it was da only one that was comen, stated another. There was four of the bandits circling the area to make sure that they weren't spotted. Armond had noted that a woman was in the carriage for sure. The scream gave her away easily. It wasn't quiet. The bandit that was closest to him stopped and turned his back to the bush. He didn't say anything, and he was almost out of site of the other bandits, so Armond helped himself. He came out of the bush without a sound, and grabbed man on the forehead with his left hand, and his chin with the right, and jerked his head around before the man could utter a noise. Armond caught the body, and hid it in the bushes. Armond reached into a small pouch that was on his side, and pulled out a handful of powder. It was all that he had left, and it would give him about 10 minutes to look like the bandit, and get all the information that he could get. So he sprinkled the dust onto him, and uttered a few Drow words, and his image to others changed to that of the bandit. He stepped out of the bushes just as another of the bandits came by, Eh, whats you doing? Asked the bandit. Armond cleared his throat and acted like he was adjusting his crotch, Just taken a piss I was, what about you. Get back to patrol, Armond played it off.