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Thread: Not Dead Yet  - OOC

Sure thing. Add to her as you'd like from what I've seen you seem to have a good grasp of the reasonable. You gotta create a person who you're going to want to exist as for the role play. Might as well make her someone you can root for and you love playing.
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Ok. Edited my character in case anyone haven't notice.
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Looks good. I like the addition of the trauma in her early puberty years. It adds depth to her, and it'll be nice to see how it plays out in this setting.
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Just added a character
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thatguy1 said Just added a character Click to expand... He looks good so far. The mechanical ability should come in handy, and I'm looking forward to seeing how his biography and history pan out. -- So we have a good three characters to start with now, and I'm still open to inviting others, but if you are all ready to start I can set the scene in the next 24 hours and then everyone can post. It looks like everyone has a basic loner character, so I'll create a compelling reason that you will be banded together within a handful of posts.
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The opening post is up. I won't have the other posts be so picture heavy, but I wanted to give everyone an idea of the kind of environment they are in. Assume that you are among the group that has been pushed to the river's edge. As more players join I'll incorporate them into the game. It's okay if your character decides to continue on his or her own. This just gives you the opportunity to join each other if that's your desire.
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The group that's been pushed towards the river. Does that include other npc survivors or only our characters?
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At this time your characters are only aware of each other.
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Another confirmation just to be safe, do the zombies run?
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Still new to this type of rp is I make any mistakes please notify thnks
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I added a couple more bits of information to the first post in the thread. I'll keep updating it as you all come up with good questions about what's going on, unless it's a situation-specific question. Expect a post from me in the next day to give you more to go on. If you haven't posted yet, just write your character into the scene or into a nearby area so you're not playing in Los Angeles while we're all in Kentucky.
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Seems like there are still only four of us counting Traveler as GM in this group RP. Probably it would be best if the interest check for the group is bumped so some people might notice but I'm not familiar with group-based rp thread bumping policy. Just would love to see more people pitch in into this.
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Bump away my darling. You can let other players you've had a good relationship with know via PM.
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Sakato-Chan your character looks good. Go ahead and pat on the IC thread, and welcome to the role play! We're glad to have you.
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Posted a profile
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Tasinga, Blondie is accepted. Go ahead and post in the IC thread. I'll add another post in the next 24 hours. Looks like we need more male characters! That is not a bad problem to have...
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I can make a male if work calms down also anyone want to be connected to Blondie somehow?
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Let's see if we get more players first. Right now I'd like everyone to really develop the characters they have.
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Edited my last post. Added some of Naomi's thoughts.
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Okay Btw purple love avatar picture
Thread: Truth or Dare | Lewd x Hatter

Chloe couldnt remember the last time she felt this energized. It could be that she was drunk and that didnt really go hand in hand with memory but, she really didnt think so. Not when she finally got a moment to hang out with her friends for longer than an hour, not when she got hit on more than a few times in one night, and definitely not when she had drinks and good music to keep her spirits up. And damn if she wasnt high on life right now. Life after college was kick right up the ass and she was still recovered. It made her value the moments when she could forget about it. The only odd thing about it was the presence of her brother. They got along great but, with the age difference and interests, they didnt travel in the same circles. Fortunately, by the end of the night, none of that seemed to matter. Dont forget to look both ways before you cross the street Lo. Those lights are there for a reason. Chloe pursed her lips in mock annoyance at Marcus as he hugged her a little too tight and a little too long. She slapped his chest lightly before dislodging herself and moving closer to her brother. The music was still loud and there were more than enough people left in the house that it was clear the night was far from over. Even so, she was ready to wind down and her feet were starting to hurt. Im not a 5 year old and we live 3 blocks away in a residential area. There are no street lights. She pressed her petite frame against her relative with a wide smile, his arm now cushioned beneath her pillowy cleavage. It was clear to anyone watching that she had a few too many strawberry daiquiris. Marcus only wished it was him in her brothers place. Besides my brother will take care of me. Melindas brow rose in amusement as she looked at the two siblings and replied, I highly doubt that. I cant tell which one of you is worse off. Just text me when you get home. The two friends hugged as a few others shouted their goodbyes before the two left. She was quiet as she took in the fresh air. The nights were finally getting cooler as autumn made its presence known and Chloe was grateful. She felt warm despite wearing a thin, short shirt dress and boots so she pulled her hair into a high bun as they made the short trek to their apartment. I know its late but I dont feel like going to bed. I dont have to go to work tomorrow and the night is yowell its late but, at 23, Im still too young to turn in early. I want to hold off walking with a cane and turning in at 8pm for as long as possible. Chloe didnt know what she wanted to do instead but, her brother always had a way of curing her boredom. She didnt think tonight would be any different.
Thread: The Soldier and His Hippie (DaddysLittleSkankxFrelance)

Starshine looked in her full length mirror adjusting her braided headband over her straightened blonde hair. She placed her circle glasses on along with her braided leather belt with a peace sign belt buckle. She placed the belt on her hips over her blue loose long sleeved shirt and blue bell buttons. She looked at her clock and realized she was running late. Straightening her hair had taken longer than she'd planned. She raced to the door of her studio apartment, slipped her worn moccasins on and grabbed her Navaho purse. She was planning to meet her boyfriend, Krishnu, and their friends for a peace protest against the Vietnam war. This was something the eighteen year old's parents disapproved of greatly as her father had fought in WWII. Although her parents didn't know it, Starshine, whose birth name had been Marie-Alice, was proud of her father and often said she didn't support the war, but supported the soldiers. She quickly ran out of the apartment and unlocked her hippified Volkswagen van, and drove to the spot where she was meant to pick everyone up. It took about twenty minutes to get there and when she pulled up, the girls got in first. Her best friend, Moonshine, whispered in her ear, Krishnu has a ring in his pocket. I think he's gonna pop the question. Starshine bite her bottom lip to hold back her smile as the guys got in. You look great, Star. Krishnu said kissing her on the cheek. When they arrived at the destination, they parked and got out. The group went and set up their spot for the protest. Just a simple picnic like thing. Moonshine had brought a picnic for them to eat and plenty of water as they planned to be there all day.
Thread: The Soldier and His Hippie (DaddysLittleSkankxFrelance)

Stepping off the bus that had taken him into the city from the military base he had been recovering at for the last month. Russell slipped on his jungle green military jacket over a loose black shirt that hung down just plain square belt buckle of his leather belt. He had grabbed a pair of grey cargo pants as he left the base and had been told to not wear the jacket when he went into the city because the protesters had started harassing any soldier they spotted. He had ignored the advice partly because he didn't quite believe that the protests were getting as bad as the papers were saying but also because he still found it chilly now that he was back home and out of the intense heat of Vietnam. Russell had meant to find a clothing store and get a new jacket but he got distracted and followed a few people closer to the park that was directly across the street from the city hall. The slight limp in his right leg slowed him down enough that he did not pass the group of protesters he had been following. When he crested the last hill in the park and saw just how many people were in front of the city hall he stopped dead in his tracks. After a few moments he let his rucksack slip from his shoulder where it fell to the ground. Sitting down on it he pulled a pack of cigs from his Jacket pocket and proceeded to light one sucking hard as his eyes scanned the crowded street below. He had just about finished his smoke when another group of protesters came up the hill behind him. They fell silent for a few moments and it was not until they spoke up did he realize that even if his jacket and bag had not given him away the way he sat straight backed as well as his hair that had just started to grow from his last buzz cut would give him away for a soldier to also anyone he saw him. Hey, baby killer what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be back in nom burning villages? The Hippie who had spoken was by far the largest of three guys there but as Russell stood and turned to face them he was slightly surprised to see that the women in the group seemed to have more hate in their eyes then the men. I am not looking for any trouble folks. I was just heading this way to see where everyone was going. As he spoke he lifted his rucksack and slipped his hand inside resting it on the grip of his M1911 pistol. It had been surprisingly easy to bride the officer in charge of the armory to let him keep the weapon but now he wondered if the man had known that Russell might need it.
Thread: The Soldier and His Hippie (DaddysLittleSkankxFrelance)

Starshine had turned her back for five minutes to pack up the group's belonging after everyone else had gotten completely messed up. She was honestly happy to leave, the smoke from the weed everyone was smoking was starting to burn her eyes. When she turned back around her friends and boyfriend were gone. She sighed, they may have been years older than her but why was it that she was the responsible, sober one? She searched for them for some time before finding them harassing a man that looked like he had just gotten back from war. Krishnu was leading the verbal assault. Starshine groaned and ran over to them. I am so sorry, sir! She said to Russell inserting herself between the men. My boyfriend has been drinking and may have smoked too much weed. She turned to Krishnu. Go back to the van. You're defending this baby killer?! Krishnu asked surprised and angered at her. He was drafted and sent over there without a choice, unlike you. She said harshly. What do you mean? Krishnu stepped closer, glaring at her. Starshine may have been on the petite side, but she was a spit fire. Oh did the weed mess with your head? She asked. Remember, not more than a month ago when I told you I was late, you were all for killing babies? Your own baby, nonetheless. He growled. It would'nt've been a baby anyway, and besides you weren't pregnant. Fine, stay. See if I care. She glared at him until he backed down and left. She instantly turned back to Russell. He didn't hurt you, did he?
Thread: The Soldier and His Hippie (DaddysLittleSkankxFrelance)

Russell had been assessing the group and trying to decided if he should just deck the guy or just start walking away when a petite blonde ran up and put herself between him and the ass who was on his case. As the guy took a step closer to him and the blonde Russ closed his hand on the grip of his pistol and started to pull it from his rucksack but stopped as he heard a bottle smash. Turning his head he looked over his shoulder and saw a bottle smash just a few feet from the police standing outside of the city hall. Glancing around he noticed that in the time that it took him to smoke his cigarette the number of police had doubled at least. His attention was brought back to the women who had stepped up in his defense turned around and asked him if he had been hurt. Smiling he pushed the gun back inside his rucksack so it was hidden again as he answered her question. No he was not stupid enough to actually touch me. Glancing around once more he frowned as he noticed the police starting to close in. That van you mentioned. If you have the keys to it you should leave. I doubt anyone if going to get out of here pretty soon unless its in the backs of their cars. He motioned to the police who were just starting to search the first couple of groups of protesters. He slung the rucksack over his shoulder and started heading for the parking lot thinking it would be the easiest way to slip passed the police. Thanks by the way.
Thread: The Soldier and His Hippie (DaddysLittleSkankxFrelance)

Support the soldiers, not the war. She said. She pulled the keys out of her bag as he began to walk away. If you keep walking you'll be harassed more. She called out to him, trying to catch up. I can give you a ride, consider it an apology for my soon-to-be ex-boyfriend treated you. When she did catch up to him which didn't take long, she continued talking, Plus I think I have a change of clothes you can have. It'll be harder for people to figure out your a soldier if you get out of the uniform. She stuck her hand out for Russell to shake. I'm Starshine by the way, but my friends just call me Star. Starshine was defiantly different from the average hippie. For starters she seemed pretty clean and well groomed, in fact she actually smelled pretty good, like fresh apples. She had a button nose and peach colored skin the was smooth and blemish free. Along with bright blue eyes and pouty lips.
Thread: The Soldier and His Hippie (DaddysLittleSkankxFrelance)

Russell kept walking for a couple of steps as she called out to him but then slowed his pace as she caught up to him and looked her over once as he weighed his options. Pulling out his smokes he tapped one out of the pack and put it between his lips before offering the pack to her. Alright a ride wouldn't hurt. The specks of yellow in his otherwise green eyes glinted in the light as he kept glancing around. He slipped his smokes back into a pocket of his jacket and took her hand briefly. The inside of a few of his fingers were scares that seemed fairly recent and looked like he had cut the skin with some sort of knife. I'll think about the clothes. Depends on what they look like I guess. There was frustration in his voice but he would not admit that he was pissed that he was going to have to hide that he was a vet if he wanted to just live a normal life now. I'm Russell but everyone just calls me Russ. Good to meet you Star. He couldn't help but give her a sceptical look. He had heard about some of the names people were going by but for the most part the guys in his unit had just thought someone was messing around with them. Turning to face the way they were going only served to highlight the sharp lines that defined his nose that showed signs of being broken at least once judging by the scar tissue high on the bridge and the chiselled look to his jaw. So that guy was your man hu? Seems like it doesn't live by the peace for everyone ideals I keep hearing about. He reached down and rubbed at his thigh a few times as they walked when his limp started to get a bit more pronounced as he followed her to her van.
Thread: The Soldier and His Hippie (DaddysLittleSkankxFrelance)

It's nice to meet you too, Russ. Starshine smiled. She seemed to listen to him intently, even when she was pulling a lighter out of her purse and lightning her cigarette. Normally he's not like that. It's when he's around other guys he feels all macho and tough. I tell him he need to just relax, but what do I know, I'm just a kid. At least that's what he says. She stopped next to a Volkswagen Van with bright colors painted all over it along with flowers and peace signs. Inside had shag carpeting and was clearly a camper style. Despite being all hippified it was in pretty good shape. It was clean, had a full kitchen, seating, and probably some other stuff. This is it. Starshine said unlocked the van. It's not much but it drives and is great for road trips.
Thread: The Soldier and His Hippie (DaddysLittleSkankxFrelance)

Thats not surprising guys do a lot of stupid shit when they feel they need to impress people. He is lucky you came and he had not tried anything more than just insulting me. The smirk that crossed his face as he spoke the last remark had not warmth to it. If he's lucky maybe all this will stop the draft before his name comes up. He gestured to the crowds of protesters as he spoke. Russell wasn't to surprised to see that the van was painted in bright colors seeing as how Star was dressed but he couldn't keep his concern off his face for just a few seconds before he opened the side door and put his bag in the back of the van. He took a quick look around before closing to door and getting in the passenger seat. Russell took a drag of his cigarette before rolling down the window and blowing the smoke out the window. He was silent for a few minutes but as they were aproched by a police officer approached the van he pulled his bog tags out from under his shirt as he finished of his cigarette and put it out in the ash tray. The police officer did a double take as he saw Russell and seemed a bit confused as to why he was in the van. Keeping a straight face Russell spoke up before the officer could saying. Glad to see you have the situation under control. I was more than a little confused when I got here and saw the march. Luckily my sister found me before anything got out of hand. I see now that this wasn't a good spot to meet her but I just didn't want to wait by the bus station. Is it alright if we leave before you and your men disperse the crowd? I would like to get back and to see the rest of my family before the roads get to backed up. The officer seemed to consider the story for a minute before gesturing for them to leave before walking to the next car. Russ waited until the man was out of ear shot before chuckling and getting another cigarette out of the pack. That was easy. An MP would never have gone for a shitty story like that. Grinning he took a drag from the new smoke before blowing a few smoke rings out the window.
Thread: The Soldier and His Hippie (DaddysLittleSkankxFrelance)

Well I'm counting this as the last straw. I'm kicking his ass out. Starshine rolled her eyes and under her breath added, my parents hated him anyway. Especially since we don't look alike. Starshine giggled. And after a couple minutes of silence she spoke up, If you're wondering, my dad served in the Army for over thirty years. That's why I'm not one of those idiots that takes out not supporting the war on the soldiers. It's hard enough being a soldier, you don't need some idiot making it worse, and I imagine they wouldn't! From what my dad told me they don't take shit. My dad actually served under Paton in WWII, so he has some stories.
Thread: Loves to serve - F for M or F

RE Wanting to serve F x M or F Bump. 3
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This is a role playing site. It would go better if you posted a character you will play that people can play a character who is the owner. A picture and character name goes a long way in grabbing people's attention.
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hey im interested in this role, im going to pm you
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Bump. Updated.
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Are you still looking?
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Le bump.
Thread: Looking for DBZ!

true that DBZ is awesome
Thread: Looking for DBZ!

I will play if you like. Probably gonna make a saiyan girl.
Thread: Pine Ridge CC - Interest Check

I'm interested in joining if you let me, either as male or female for short scenes or recurring ones. I can make my own characters but I'm also open to suggestions of what characters you want me to play as.
Thread: For the love of gold (LunarCinnamon & Courtney)

Emily Level 10 - 04 progress points to next level - 20 rooms away from riches! It was strange that a place so famous could still be hidden, especially considering that the story had circulated across the county for well over two hundred years. It was The Maze of the Heretic Queen it was called, though in all truth the woman who had built it had by all accounts been more of a witch than any sort of legitimate monarch. The details varied depending on who was telling the story, and indeed how drunk they were at the time, but the general gist of it stayed the same. Two hundred years ago, the witch whos name was lost to time had realised that her lifes work would be incomplete by the time that old age took her. Being the malevolent creature that she was, the thought of her work being finished by someone else and the credit going to them was horrifying, yet she could not bring herself to destroy what she had worked on for so very many years. Her solution was to bury her journal, along with all of her valuable worldly possessions, in a great and expansive underground maze. No ordinary maze would suffice of course, it was filled with magical traps, creatures to guard it, and all sorts of devious contraptions designed to confuse and bewilder any would-be thieves. As spiteful as she was though, the witch thought about her maze, and was equally disturbed by the idea of creating such a place without it ever being used to torment those who sought to rob her. And so, before passing away she spread rumors of its existence but not the location, making sure to point out that the entrance was barred by no gate, nor shut tight with any lock. With that, the evil hag passed away. Many a person had sought and searched, eager to plunder such a valuable cache of riches, but until today, none had found it. Until today. A young adventurer by the name of Emily was the person to finally find the entrance, a craftily hidden open stone doorway carved right into the side of a mountain, off the beaten path. Inside was dark at first, but with the first step inside torches that lined the walls burst into flame of their own accord, revealing a completely bare stone room, circular and about fifteen feet across. The only ornamentation at all was a stone pillar from which hung a brass bell with a chain to ring it, a faded plaque next to it which read For those who would disturb my rest, heed these words afore your quest, Ring once this bell to wake the spell, else two sure peals will break the seals.