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Thread: Nightmare Academy: Living Quarters

Who June Morrell Species Human Ghost When Dusk Where Nightmare Academy Living Quarters Company Students, New Arrivals, Faculty, Staff The little ghost held out her hand as if to stop the dean as he mentioned rooms, but she didn't dare interrupt and by the time he was done he was also gone. She furrowed her brow and pursed her lips, but didn't chase after him. Instead, her attention went to her new guide, apparently the older half of a clandestine pair and very supernatural. She shook her head at the invitation and simply told JC what she'd wanted to tell her father. Ah... that won't be necessary. I don't need a room. I'm, uh... well that is, I don't sleep, and I don't have any possessions. A room would be quite pointless. She followed anyway, at the very least to continue conversing as Jinx was led to her room, which she clearly needed from the looks of it. June, however, was perfectly content to haunt the library or the common room in her free time. She stifled a giggle at the girl's confusion. If she'd thought herself an antiquity, this one seemed to put her to shame. It's an... insult. Though in this case a playful one, I think. I, uh... may I ask how old you are, um... Jinx, was it? I mean no offense by it of course, considering where we are it doesn't feel as inappropriate a question as it would in the outside world. she queried, genuinely curious. Assuming she didn't fade away, as it seemed she might on several occasions, she had an eternity to look forward to as well, so meeting other immortals was an infinitely fascinating idea. From the questions she ask it seemed the girl wasn't familiar at all with the modern world, which meant she could have been hundreds of years old, at least! Very exciting!
Thread: Nightmare Academy: Living Quarters

Image Optional 150w x 200h max Who Jinx Magan Ballentyne FUll name of character, nickname optional SpeciesHuman, witch some creatures will be able to scense other species When usk the time Where Nightmare Acadmey, Living Quarters locaton Company June who your character is withtalking to An insult? A playful insult? She looked around as the girl asked about her name. Yes, but.you can call me.Magan. Please. Are you.a ghost, she asked, feeling her head lean closer trying to get a closer look. She wanted to ask what had happened to her, but Jinx felt it would be too much of an intrusion to simply ask something so personal of someone she just met. Still it was something she wondered. Ive only seen ghosts when.. She stops. Jinx knows The Coven would summon ghosts for various purposes. She didnt want her to know that. She didnt want anyone to know anything about The Coven. She straightened suddenly self conscious of her questions and her posture. Im sorry. I dont mean to be rude. I just.havent been around.anyone.except my family. Ever, she added the last word nearly as a whisper. Please dont think of me as a freak. I grew up on a farm. I wasnt allowed to go to public schools. My powers and all. I had to train and learn at home with my grand-mother. She looks down at her feet, feeling embarrassed. Great. She really does think youre a freak now. Jinx wanted to run into her room, away from any of the people there, anywhere.
Thread: Textbroker - Do you like money?

Let me start by saying I don't have a referral link for this place. I'm not profiting in any way from showing you this. It's just something a community of writers NEEDS to know about. Textbroker.com is a website where US residents can register author profiles and sell small articles 250-750 words, from what I've seen to order for clients who need content. They actually pay more then a cent a word, too - My intro rate is 2.8 cents per word. Read These people will pay you a few bucks for you writing pretty about whatever they ask you to for about as long as a good RP post. Enjoy
Thread: Post apocalyptic RP

I don't know if this is a great idea for this particular forum. Look a little ways down and you'll see another one that was just like this try to start up. It got a couple posts in and some twat showed up trying to turn it into a Terminator RP and I had to unleash Steve on him.
Thread: Post apocalyptic RP

i'll try anyway, thanks for the warning
Thread: Painting Perfection (ShiningKnight x DearestDarling)

Isaac Winters climbed out of the New York taxi, carrying with him an old and battered brown leather satchel, which he slung over his shoulder. He paid the driver and walked away as someone else climbed into the taxi. Walking slowly he fished around in the pocket of his black coat, before pulling out a scrap of paper with an address on it. He quickly checked it against the building in front of him, an elegant tower of luxury apartments. On the top floor of the grotesquely expensive building was his next client. Putting the paper back in his pocket he glanced up at the building and the grey skies above that threatened rain, before heading into the lobby of the building. He stood there for a moment, looking around before finding the elevators, barely registering the strange questioning looks of the people in the lobby. He certainly didnt look like her belonged there. Walking through the lobby, he was wearing his black coat, fairly new along with a dark blue jumper underneath and a pair of light, slightly faded jeans. The jumper itself was slightly frayed in places at the edges. His medium length brown hair was styled in a messy look and there was a slight layer of darker brown stubble covering his jaw and chin. He reached the elevator as it was about to close, but a middle aged woman stopped the doors and Isaac slipped inside. Thank you. He said in a curious voice, a mingling of a New York accent with an English one, the result of an American father and an English mother. He pressed the button for the top floor, home to the largest, most stylish and most expensive apartment, before settling himself in a corner, ignoring the curious glances of the others. Finally, after a painfully long and awkward elevator ride, he found himself on the top floor. Stepping out of the elevator he found himself in front of the door. He took a moment to compose himself slightly and out of habit checked inside his satchel, making sure he still had all of his sketchbooks and pencils. He took a deep breath and knocked several times on the door, dreading the coming session and the ones to follow over the next few weeks. For the past year, since he turned twenty, he had been working as a portrait artist for the incredibly wealthy, after quickly establishing for himself a reputation as one of the best current painters in New York. While these sessions paid more than enough money for his otherwise humble lifestyle, he hated sitting opposite the pampered and spoiled children and listening to all the Mummy, the man looks scruffy! or Daddy, make sure he makes me look good.. It bored him nearly to death, so did the paintings, the lack of character or personality they portrayed. He was quickly snapped back to reality as the door opened.
Thread: Painting Perfection (ShiningKnight x DearestDarling)

Isaac couldnt help but smile at the Harringtons reaction and immediate assumption that he was homeless. It had happened with all seven of his last clients, all of whom would be considered as the social elite, the rich and powerful. People he had soon started to detest. But being a realist, Isaac knew that if he wanted to paint for a living he would have to cater to their whims, paint all their spoiled little children as if they were the most beautiful children hed laid his eyes upon, and then graciously accept the more than adequate paycheque. He hadnt even spent all of the money from his first job yet, despite the fact that the money, whilst seemingly a small fortune to him it was nothing to them. Actually my name is Isaac, Isaac winters. You got in touch with me about a portrait of your daughter. He explained, allowing his English accent to become more prominent. He had something of a southern English accent, or as some of his friends had pointed out, much to his annoyance, a posh English accent. However he found that usually when dealing with these kind of people, the accent went down rather well and they soon warmed up to him. He was hoping the same could be said of the Harringtons. As he introduced himself he pulled a business card from the inside pocket of his coat and handed it to them. On the front was his name, phone number and email address. On the back was a small sketch of the last girl he had been hired to paint. He had drawn the sketch the night before. Actually your doorman is rather good. He added as he steeped between the two women and into their apartment, giving it a quick glance over. Find nothing of interest of originality, he turned back to the women, carrying on. The only reason he didnt see me was because he was busy turning away a genuine homeless person, god forbid should we have to acknowledge the poor and needy. Isaac mentally cursed himself even as the words were leaving his mouth and, hoping that his latest clients hadnt or wouldnt notice, he moved quickly on. Of course if you dont believe me I have sketches of my last few clients, some of which I believe you may know. He said as he was pulling a simple black sketch book from his satchel, which he opened to the latest page. This is Emilia Rose, the latest girl I was hired to paint. He explained, showing them an immaculately drawn black and white sketch of a young girl. The sketch captured every little detail, from the one or two stray hairs to the reflection in her eyes.
Thread: Male Sub looking for male or female Master ((Many kinks inside))

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Thread: Male Sub looking for male or female Master ((Many kinks inside))

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Thread: Serenity & RulerofIce's RP Journal

Long ago, there was a sorcerer locked away for crimes against the king. But he was a clever sorcerer and he cast a spell upon himself, to sleep until the king was dead and buried. This spell however, malfunctioned and it was many thousands of years before he awoke to a new world, full of technology instead of magic. Where Man had become the dominent race. The blood of the Dwarves, Elves and faerie creatures of old buried deep in their descendants. Where once this Sorcerer's plan had been to take the world as his own, it was now to restore the world to what it once had been. Full of magic and creatures that had long since become fairytales. He would awaken the blood of these creatures in their human descendants and watch as they slowly became the creatures of myths. He would destroy the technology that isolated and disconnected people with the world around them. He would plunge them back into his time, and recreate the world as it was always meant to be. And it would all begin a small Canadian town surrounded by mountains.
Thread: Hunting For You (j0k3r x Lunlun)

Cerise had a long day and it was only three in the afternoon! She'd had a small party at her recording studio to celebrate her hit single reaching the top of the charts. She wasn't so popular yet that she couldn't go out into public areas though. She was up and coming the one who's song pops on and everyone goes Oh I love that song! But no one really knew what she looked like, yet. Soon she would be a number one star. Total musical world domination. No one would understand it either because Cerise wasn't using normal methods. Anyone who listened to her music got a little more addicted each time. Anyone who saw her sing live in public would become addicted and fawn over her. It took a lot of her strength but when she sang for her public she weaved magic in each note the way only a siren could. As she got more songs and followers she could even force people to feel emotions as they listened, everyone would know who she was someday. Small problem was her powers came with a price, they would run out unless she used them as she was supposed to, to lure humans to their deaths. Since about a year ago the city's suicide rates went up. No one would guess that a girl like her would be singing people to death, a lot drowned but she thought that would be too conspicuous so she also had made some jump off roofs or stab themselves, or maybe even others. She tried not to kill too often only when she needed the boost for recording or a concert but none the less she did what she had to. Cerise was currently sitting at a bench looking into the park, a cup of coffee in her hands as she watched some kids play. She wondered if they would all go home before dark, she knew she wasn't the only thing that went bump in the night around here.
Thread: Hunting For You (j0k3r x Lunlun)

Jason is a private investigator specializing in paranormal cases, preferring those that call for demon slaying. He is muscular, has white hair, icy-blue eyes and is usually seen wearing red trench coats. Jason's arsenal usually consists of firearms and melee weapons, including twin handguns that never need reloading, as well as a variety of swords. He possesses superhuman strength, agility, stamina, reflexes, coordination, and resistance to injury that approaches invulnerability as a result of his half-demon heritage. This gives him the ability to enter a heightened state. In this state, Jason possesses greater strength and speed, his body regenerates at a steady pace, and further abilities with his equipped melee weapon, including flight. Opening the shutter of the garage he walked inside to see his computer had finally found him a case in a city that was a few hours from his place. He sat down looking at the data on screen, the city showing a very high number of suicides. He decided that that something suspicious was going on and it was worth checking it out. He decide to drive there, since flying with his arsenal would be a problem. A couple of hours after midday he finally reached the town, taking a room in the motel planning on how to figure out what was going on. Deciding to wait till night fall and then break into the morgue, where he'd inspect the dead bodies and then planned to speak with the families of the deceased the next day as a pastor of the local church. Everything went according to the plan and once he had what he needed he began his research trying identify the creature that did this once he found out that the usual suspects like demonic possession and spirits had no hand in the deaths of these people. It was about midday when he final found out what was causing people to kill themselves - A Siren. He read about sirens in Greek mythology and how they were responsible for wrecking multiple ships but he had never encountered one before, wondering if her voice would cause a similar effect on him since he was of unusual birth, deciding to play safe Jason got a pair of ear plugs wondering where he should begin his search for the siren. Spending the day crossing checking the phone records of all those people, credit cards, emails and everything he could think of to find a connection between them. All of them looked completely random, so he decided to take a break and go out for drink or two and then come back hoping that a distraction would help him figure out the connection.
Thread: Hunting For You (j0k3r x Lunlun)

Cerise didn't carry weapons, she'd never needed to. She'd learned long ago that her voice could stop even the most enraged demon. Even if she couldn't kill them she could usually leave them hypnotized long enough for her to run away. Her soft whiteish blond hair blew in the breeze and her blue eyes watched the area the area with only a slightly unnatural violet hue to them. For the most part she would almost be another face in the crowd except she seemed to have a confidence that those around her lacked. She made sure to memorize the faces around her before standing and throwing her empty coffee cup into the trash can. She stretched her hands above her head before smoothing down her pink skirt. Her off the shoulder jacket had a matching stripe of pink that went well with her boots and the metal decorations that joined them on her legs. She looked like a model, probably for a reason seeing as the party had a photo shoot. She'd have to stop wearing this outfit soon because it would be on her in the art for her new c.d. coming out. She bit her lip and looked around one more time. Him she decided. She saw a man through the crowd, middle aged, alone, and yelling at a vendor. He would die tonight and no one would wonder why. She memorized every aspect about the man. Cerise was special, most sirens chose to live in the water and lure anyone around them to death. Cerise couldn't do that or a whole town would die, she picked a person, and would picture singing to them from the comfort of her own home. Perfect crime down to an art. She continued people watching for a little while when she saw someone strange appear. White hair, red trench coat, wasn't he hot in this weather? She continued to stare at him, standing beside a park bench. He seemed to move with purpose unlike other people, and seemed even more out of place than her on the busy streets. She continued watching him as he came closer to her, waiting for him to walk past she wondered the type of person he was, he seemed very interesting... She almost had an urge to step in front of him, though she was sure he'd notice her staring eventually, she doubted much got past his notice.
Thread: Hunting For You (j0k3r x Lunlun)

Jason opened the door, locking it behind him as he made way to the center hoping to find a place where he'd be able to drink in peace without the loud music which was invariably present in the bars. Noticing everyone who walked past him, making a mental note of the faces, what they wore, their reaction at him and everything else he could see. By now he got used to people staring at him and it didn't bother him any more, and he kinda liked the attention he got even if it was due to his odd dress which most people considered too bright for daily usage. His arsenal of weapons was safely placed in the walls of his motel room so he didn't mind being looked at, a self satisfied smirk playing on his lips. As he walked past the park, from the corner of his eye he noticed someone who was just as oddly dressed as him staring at him. Jason turned his head sideways to take a better look at that person noticing her pink skirt, a matching jacket, a black collar he found really weird, her white hair, unforgettable purplish blue eyes before turning his head away and back onto the footpath. He stopped at the vendor at the corner taking a beagle, paying for it before asking the vendor for a nice bar which wouldn't be full of people and where he'd be able to take a couple of drinks in peace. Making a mental inscription of the directions to the place he resumed his march, munching on the beagle, in the direction the vendor pointed until he arrived at the place. It was quite empty with most of the customers being quite older compared to him. He sat down at the counter and noticed someone from the park, the man who was yelling at the beagle vendor earlier sitting in the far corner of the room. He called out for the bar tender asking him for a beer, looking around, eyeing everyone present in that room.
Thread: Hunting For You (j0k3r x Lunlun)

She asked the vendor where the man had gone. Cerise had wanted to know more about him, he was so interesting. She'd seen a lot of weird people sure, but she had never seen someone like him. She followed the vendor's instructions and stood outside the bar chewing on her lip. She was not dressed for such a place, he would know she was following him if she stepped inside for sure, not only that every one would be staring at her, from her pink skirt to her high heels, this would not be a place she was welcomed. Another time then, she would find him, maybe she would come back later tonight wearing something different but for now she had a mission. Cerise hailed a cab and went home, her house was nice, a two story with a pool, nothing that screamed A future star lives here! It was simple and nice, like a normal human family would live inside. She went up to her room and shut her door, she started off with a low whistle sitting on her bed with her eyes shut. She focused on the man, his looks, his attitude, everything down to his height. When she was sure she had him, and hadn't mixed others attributes into his features she began to sing. No one would hear her in her house, no one could trace her voice. It was a skill she'd honed something that other sirens couldn't do, not that she'd ever met another siren since she lived on land but... The man's eyes would shut, longer than a blink but sooner than if he was dozing off. He would stand, listening to a tune that no one else could hear, a sweet voice calling to him, begging him, she needed his help, and he wouldn't say no. The man would start to stumble out of the bar, eyes slightly glazed over as he continued his walk down the street. Cerise knew he had no weapons on him and that made her job a bit harder. The man wanted to help her though, she made him, as he walked down the street and found the vendor again. The man would take the knife the vendor used to cut the bagels and would jerk it up to his own throat, cutting it open.
Thread: From Celebrity to Mountain Man's "Wife" (Ryanmo97 x randomthingslover1)

NameRyan Morris Age 35 Height 5' 11 Weight 195 lbs. Hair Brown Eyes Hazel Body Type Athletic. Ryan Morris was a self-made millionaire. Due to some great investments, he was able to make a lot of money and retire early. He build a cabin in the woods with all the amenities, full electricity, Satellite TV and Internet. He loved watching the teen comedies on Disney Channel and Nickelodeon, they were much better than the regular comedies on TV. Plus, the girls were for the most part really hot. But, there was one he loved the most. 22 year old Demi Lovato. She was curvy, nice breasts, long legs and that beautiful black hair. He deiced that he had to have her as his wife and since he knew she would never willingly become his wife, he started to put his plan together to kidnap her and make her his wife. A few weeks later, Demi was attending the Teen Choice Awards and while she was inside Ryan pulled into the spot designated for her limo. After she had been dropped off, Ryan had knocked out her Limo Driver replaced the limo that brought her with an identical limo he had specialty equipped for his purposes. No one thought any different. He looked like a normal limo driver, in a normal limo suit, driving a normal limo. He sat there waiting for the young woman to come out.
Thread: From Celebrity to Mountain Man's "Wife" (Ryanmo97 x randomthingslover1)

Demi Lavato, stepped out holding ateen award in her hand.Demi!!a familiar voice stopped her as she turned back, smiling at the man.You were stunning today! All the producers were talking about youGeorge, her agent said, lightly air kissing her cheeks.Demi smiled lovingly kissing him back.Thank you George, I'll meet you at the B tomorrow morning?she asked.Little did she know that today was the last time she will ever see him again.Confirming the time, she stepped down, as the driver opened the door for her. She eyes him suspiciously for a moment.Was he the same man who drove her here? She didn't remember him being so handsome. But then ignoring it, she got in.Back to the house please