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Thread: HaloHeroWolf118's Intro Thread ** NEW PLOT: Obsession Crazy Girl!**

RE HaloHeroWolf118's Intro Thread Craving Vampire. NEW Plot Bump Bump BUMP!!!
Thread: HaloHeroWolf118's Intro Thread ** NEW PLOT: Obsession Crazy Girl!**

RE HaloHeroWolf118's Intro Thread Craving Vampire. NEW Plot CRAVING!!!! FIRE EMBLEM RickenPanne RickenSully StahlNowi FrederickLissa OC TacticianAny
Thread: HaloHeroWolf118's Intro Thread ** NEW PLOT: Obsession Crazy Girl!**

RE HaloHeroWolf118's Intro Thread Craving Fire Emblem. NEW Plot Bump and can't wait for Destiny!!
Thread: HaloHeroWolf118's Intro Thread ** NEW PLOT: Obsession Crazy Girl!**

RE HaloHeroWolf118's Intro Thread Craving Fire Emblem. NEW Plot Bump BUMP
Thread: HaloHeroWolf118's Intro Thread ** NEW PLOT: Obsession Crazy Girl!**

I decided to bump this old thread of mine. So BUMP!
Thread: The old west (OCC)

this takes place after the civil war i suppose in a small town called devils tail the day was hot and rigged as usual an easy 85 degrees for now but it was only mornin after all.Its early morning and even the town drunk hasn't shown up for his liqueur.the saloon girls were still setting up for the morning and all was quite for once .not even the outlaws had run into town for a few weeks.That is until a dust cloud appeared in the distance . A lone rider clung to there horse .Te horse galloped in like it was wild and a person rolled off the horse clopping to a stop nearby and whinnied seemign upset as its rider lay unmoving.some of the towns folk who were up crowded around the woman in the black duster .her eyes cl0sed a blood stain on her shirt her lower side bleeding.they were curios but most stayed back afraid as they saw a set of .45 revolvers recognizing her as an outlaw .none were brave enough to approach the woman as she lay dieing her eyes half open she gasps looking afraid before passing out completely. Name Age Gender species can be anything from human to fur or what ever you like Sexuality appearance Occupation lawman, hooker, barkeep, shop keep, outlaw, bum,saloon lady, or any thing you want so long as it fits the Wild West type world Bio weaponif you have one Namesusan stiff Age20 Genderfemale specieshuman Sexualitybi appearanceshe has soft brown hair with blond streaks green eyes she wears a brown duster over a cotton shirt and a set of brown pants .her boots are the same shade of brown and she often can be described as rough towards others .theirs several scars tracing over her back some similar to knife wounds others wip marks. she is never seen without her large Grey horse dusty who is her constant companion. Occupation utlawgunslinger wanted on several accounts of theft and murder of bounty hunters Bio ften traveling alone sue never really was the law abiding citizen she is a gunslinger and has been know to steal cheat and outsmart anyone who gets in her way weaponif you have onetwo .45 revolvers with ivory handles that have roses carved into them she also carries a Winchester riffle
Thread: The old west (OCC)

Name Soban Featherman Age 32 Gender Male Species Half Demon. ClawsAnimal Instincts or speak Sexuality Straight Appearance Soban has Medium length, black hair. He has Blue eyes that shift hues constantly. He has a long face that is kept shaven by the closest barber, or himself. He is slightly taller then average, and is not that muscular. His body is covered in scars and long ago healed wounds that continue to leave their phantom print on his body. He possesses no unusual features, spare his eyes, and the fact that he can grow and shed claws at will in a second's time. He usually wares a light brown dress shirt and a darker colored vest with dark pants. He has the usual western style brown cowboy hat. Occupation Wanderersmuggler. Bio Soban never knew who his real parents were and was raised by a group of farmers. He was enslaved when the group of farmers learned of his abilities. Tortured and almost put to death, he was forced to work in their fields cutting their plants with his hands for so many years he lost track. He eventually escaped and left the farms in a blaze. He stole one of the horses that he felt was attached to him when he was under enslavement and keeps it as a reminder of what happened to him. He is now a wondering Whatever, he dose everything from delivering 'Small Packages', Construction work, or Taking out an outlaw or businessman. Weapon Claws. Also carries a Lever action Riffle on his back, Wooden Stock, Iron barrel and firing Mechanism. Loads .45mm rounds, or shotgun shells.
Thread: The old west (OCC)

NameLuaran Nightfall Agelooks 23 Genderfemale speciessuccubus looks human Sexualitybi appearance Has long soft dark black hair that stops at her ass with blood red eyes that look like small rubes wears a simple black dress with black cloth shoes to attract people to her with complex tattoos design hidden under her dress with her dark skin makes her seem vary mysterious as she sit alone at the end of the bar OccupationBar Girl BioNot many of the towns people know much about her but they do know she showed up on day and started renting a room in the inn as she plays with all the men and woman that shows up in the bar weapon A silver stledo and throwing knifes
Thread: The old west (OCC)

Name Jerakath Age 127 looks 24 Gender Male species Demon Sexuality Straight appearance Jerakath looks like most human males. Skin a dark shade of tan, with slightly long red hair. But his eyes have a way of changing. One would swear his eyes were a completely different color only moments ago. Aside from that he is built rather large, compared to most men, standing about 6'9 and 250 lbs approximately. He has intricate tattoo's of skulls and names laced upon his dark back, as well as his own branded across his chest. He can normally be seen, with a dark brown trench coat on, as well as his black hat, his two thunderers in their holsters. May also carry around his lighting magazine rifle. Occupation Death Dealer Bio Jerakath was summoned as a slave of a cult leader who mistook Jerakath as a lesser demon. Upon his rage after being summoned he slaughtered all but the youngest member of the cult, and the town in which in resided. Taking the small creature with him, he forced the young woman to help him in his search to find a way to back to his plane of existence. The journey led him all around the west looking for similar cults. Upon the journey he found himself in love with his human companion and decided it would be better to stay on the human plane. He found little happiness in his new found home he had began to build with beloved, as their house was burned and his loved one was raped to death, as he was out on a job one day. He had vowed to kill whoever was responsible for the pillaging of his home, finally giving up after having no luck on finding the killer with in the next thirty years of his life. He instead restarted his search for a cult to send him home. After many years of searching he found a cultist who demanded four hundred pounds of gold in return for the demon being sent back. Jerakath once again began taking jobs to gain the wealth he needed to return to his plane. weapon Two thunderers, with a lighting magazine repeating rifle.
Thread: Echoes of Heartly Manor: Episode 1

Echoes of Heartly Manor Title By CovenantSouls Episode 1 of 3 Story 1885 Reverend George M. Heartly and his wife Rosa acquired 150 acres of land where they had planned to build their new home and begin a family. Rev. George Invested 2.5 million dollars into building a home for his wife in 1886 in Clarksville, PA as a wedding gift for his wife Rosa, and during their honeymoon, they would spend one full year traveling the world while waiting for their home to become near completion. In 1887, Rosa became ill of an unknown disease that caused her skin to become covered in painful boils and sores. As the years rolled by, Rosa's skin disease seemed to have become incurable, and this lead her husband to adultery consumed by his lust to romance with younger, and more beautiful women. In 1897, Rosa gave birth to a baby girl in which she named Ifalna, thus shocking her husband. Because of his choice of life, Rev. George covered his wife's sick face with a pillow and shot her. He then took his daughter into the shed and lied her down in a bed of roses, then shot himself, leaving his infant daughter to death. Only a couple of hours later, the baby was discovered by the french maid who worked in the manor, and the police were called. Ifalna was placed into an orphanage and the manor was then locked, never to be entered again due to the tragedy...but that never stopped tourists, thieves and squatters from entering...only to never had been heard from again. The year is 2011, and a new, hit reality show has been broadcasted around the world and has become more popular than any reality show before it. Ghost Trackers. Seven contestants have been chosen to hunt down any souls that may have been lost in the Heartly Manor. -------------------------------- In this story, I have only decided to make one character for myself and i will accept 6 others that meet the proper criteria for the story. Those 6 others will be created by anyone else that wants to play... each applicant can only submit one character. The contestants will comprise of 3 girls, 4 guys. My Submission Name Denise McFinn Age 23 Hair Color Auburn Eye Color Brown Height 5'4 weight 115 lbs Occupation Department Store Sales Clerk Bio Denise suffers from amnesia due to a car accident she had 3 years ago. She was an orphan up until age 14, and home schooled until high school graduation. She is quiet, yet strange. Denise suffers from night terrors often and takes 5 different types of medication daily. She has attempted suicide up to 3 times and failed all three due to unexplained miracles. Looking for 6 more players. Post Up and Hope this turns out to be as great of a story online as it is in my head.
Thread: Name: For lack of a better Name. [Taren x Tortured Soul]

This is an initial warning for everyone that wishes to read the contents within this roleplay, There will be a varying amount of Graphic and probably frowned upon acts within, If you do not wish to see contents of gore, Death and other items, I suggest you turn away, And do not read past this post. -Taren Tortured Soul.
Thread: Name: For lack of a better Name. [Taren x Tortured Soul]

Cody stepped through the wooden frame of the doorway leading into the single story, Although realistically a two story home, Including the basement. Which was sealed off to a point where only he and his one daughter knew existed. Green hues dashed over each item in the entryway, Keys found there place on the oak key rack just to the right of the entry door, An old oak shelf rested against the wall opposite the key rack. The floor was a traditional black tile with white grouting mixed in. Each tile was square and placed in such an angle that it looked almost triangular with the flow of the room, heavy footsteps carried the 7'3 334 pound brute into the living room, Where a beige carpet adorned the floor, A plain wallpaper mix of white and black plagued the walls, he haden't changed the decor in the nearly twenty years he'd lived within the walls of this building he called home. Glancing over to the 32 TV that rested on the wall of the living room, he grabbed the remote off the top of the oak endtable that rested next to the tan loveseat. Turning the TV on, The sound of a female crying blasted through the room, The porn he had playing from last night still playing through the DVD player, he switched the TV off before giving a growl. Expressing his need for food, he turned away from the living room and approached the wooded floor of the kitchen, Maple cupboards and quartz counters adorned the majority of the kitchen, Pulling the door to the refridgerator open, he pulled from it the sandwich from the night before and polished it off as he gave a sigh, he was hungry for something else as well and he knew damn well what it was.
Thread: Name: For lack of a better Name. [Taren x Tortured Soul]

Cody glanced around the room for a moment more before tossing the last bits of the sandwich he had just been eating into the trash, his heavy footsteps carried him easily towards her bedroom. Fingers the size of sausages gripped the doorhandle before twisting it and pushing the door open. I'm home you stupid cunt. Get the fuck out of your bed and get into the living room. he growled. I don't know why the fuck you didnt get off your ungrateful little ass in the first place and come out when you knew damn well I was home you worthless excuse for a daughter. I don't know why I ever told your mom I would take care of your horny little cunt ass. I guess I couldn't hear her properly over her screams. he gave a heavy laugh before leaving the door open and turning on his heel returning to the living room where he took a seat on the couch, Reaching into the end table and removing from it a bottle of jack daniels already half empty, Pulling the cap from the bottle, he pressed it to his lips and took a healthy swig, Draining half the remaining contents down his gullet before setting it back down on the end table and awaiting for his cunt of a daughter to scurry her ass into the living room as she was told.
Thread: Name: For lack of a better Name. [Taren x Tortured Soul]

She froze as he pushed the bedroom door open, his insults so mundane that she barely even registered them. It was his laugh that got to her, the deep rumble of his voice when she was being mocked. Jiao actually preferred the fact that he never addressed her by her name. It was something her mother had given her and something he didn't sully with his filthy mouth. Sometimes she could go days without even privately thinking of herself as Jiao. Sometimes it pained her to remember that she had been given her name by a mother who hadn't wanted her to live like this. Her father enjoyed telling her at times that Li had abandoned her but she refused to believe it. She knew it would make no difference really but she hurried anyway. Keeping him waiting was always a bad idea. She pulled her fingers out of her moist pussy and just hoped it didn't go bone dry through terror before he got around to using her. Her heart sank as she heard him open the bottle of whiskey, a spirit that just made him fucking evil. She did not say anything to him, in fact she almost never spoke to him unless he asked her a question that wasn't rhetorical. She tried as much as possible to fade into the background when his eyes weren't on her and sometimes, for short intervals, it worked. She padded silently across the living room to his chair, being careful to stay out of his immediate reach, which was considerable. She did not make eye contact with him but she was wary, keeping a close watch with her peripheral vision.
Thread: Name: For lack of a better Name. [Taren x Tortured Soul]

Ah, There's my little whore. he looked her over, his eyes trailing along her smooth skin and covered body. Why don't you get yourself a little dance going. he growled at her as he glanced down at his own pants before looking back up to her. Suddenly, An overwhelming burn came to his mind.. her skin looked too perfect on the outsides of the shirt she wore, and without speaking another word, he stood and moved up the steps into the kitchen, Where he drew a steak knife, Walking back towards her. he snatched a handful of the girls hair and jerked her towards him, Utilizing the knife to trace a line from her shoulder down to her breast, Slicing the skin open to bleed as well as cutting part of the tank top she currently wore. Thats better you fucking cunt. he shoved her forward. he was suddenly so overcome with rage that he was atop her before she could even have a chance to react, had there been a female in the basement tonight, She'd probably be dead before the end, But this poor girl beneath him, Was going to receive the worst punishment of all, She'd actually be alive when he was done. his rather meaty hands grabbed at the girls white panties and ripped them from her body, The knife once more making a new cut, This time across her back, Effectively cutting the other strap to the tank top from her body.
Thread: Name: For lack of a better Name. [Taren x Tortured Soul]

It had taken years of systematic abuse to create the pitiful victim Jiao currently was, to over-ride every basic impulse to struggle or scream, to cry so many tears that they had dried up completely some time ago. As the knife sliced down from her shoulder she just felt... calm. Her forearms and thighs bore scars both old and new from where she had cut herself to block out her deep emotional trauma. The sting of pain was incidental upon the scale of suffering to which she was accustomed and the rush of hot blood felt good, cathartic. He wasn't to know that however, certainly not from the way she yelped in shock and terror. The blade was dangerously close to her throat and for a fraction of a moment the urge to rush forwards onto it and slit her throat open to end her suffering was compelling. He knocked her to the floor, his weight instantly upon her, as though she would have been stupid enough to try and get away from him. She shook with fright, biting her lip as he ripped her panties away and the knife bit a second time. These superficial cuts maddened her at times, for they were little more than what she inflicted upon herself. Her father's sense of self preservation mostly kept him from doing anything to her that required hospital treatment, though he had become quite the amateur medic when his sick little games had gone too far. She actually had a jagged wound on her inner thigh that he had stitched himself, while steaming drunk, before splashing whiskey onto his handiwork and giggling at her while she shrieked and writhed. He knew damn well that she would report him for abuse the first chance he gave her and the bruises, wounds, scars and old fractures on her tiny body would be all the evidence needed. She lay face down on her belly and hoped desperately that the frenzied nature of this attack meant that he would blow his load quickly and this would be over soon. It was always agony every time he violated her tiny pubescent body, she was just incapable of becoming accustomed in any way to the monstrous size of his cock. It was poking her in the ass through his clothes, grinding into her tiny ass and promising her a world of pain. She lay there and shook like a leaf beneath him, knowing far better than to beg for mercy of any kind.
Thread: Name: For lack of a better Name. [Taren x Tortured Soul]

Upon forcing her down and revealing both her pussy and breasts it was soon an easy enough task to fish out his own rather well endowed length. Moving her body around until she was placed on her knees with her face buried into the couch. his thick hands came down and grasped her thighs spreading them soon with ease he reached down to his own length as a sinister grin flashed across his face, Sudden images flashed through his mind of the first time he'd penetrated the girl, Nearly tearing her in half as he tore from her the one thing most held in high treasure. Ever since it always reminded him of just how much he loved to hear the little cunt scream and so, Lining the head of his cock with her pussylips, he shoved himself forward and buried inside of her in one motion.
Thread: Name: For lack of a better Name. [Taren x Tortured Soul]

Even after years of this and with all she'd grown, it got no easier. Jiao shrieked into the couch cushions, muffling herself in case he took exception to the racket she was making and got concerned about the neighbours. He slammed into her barely moist cunt, stretching it so severely that it burned with pain as though he had shoved a red hot poker into her. As usual, she was still sore and swollen inside from his last attack, making her impossible tight on him but causing Jiao immeasurable pain as he forced her cunt wide open again. Her poor clit was stretched across his shaft in much the same way as his knees forced her legs as far apart as they would physically go. Her fingers twisted and clawed at the couch as Jiao suffered the endless moment for which he remained still inside her. Far from being a kindness on his part to let her body adjust to him, since that was impossible, all it did was ramp her terror up until she was incoherent. Jiao's fractured psyche wisely elected to exit her body. Given the right degree of palpable fear she could simply detach herself from what he was doing to her, so that she was aware of pain and injury but in a less direct way, as though it was happening to someone else. The first time he had done this too her, it had been so horrifically painful that Jiao was convinced he would kill her. Now, the greatest horror and the root of her suffering lay in the knowledge that he would not.
Thread: Busnesswoman becomes a Mountain Man's Wife (SalesGirlAnna and ArclightX)

Name Annabelle Stewart Age 35 Hair Long Red Hair Height 5' 5 Weight 110 lbs. Breasts 38 B Body type Slender but toned It's was late at night and Annabelle Stewart was getting off of work. She was a senior vice president of sales for a clothing company. She worked hard to get to the top. Some people in the company thought she sleeped her way to the top but this wasn't true. She worked hard to get where she was and that left very little time for relationships of any kind. She aways dressed profestionally. That night she was wearing she was wearing a blue blazer, a matching skirt that goes a bit past her knees, a blue blouse, nude stockings, 2 black Mary Jane-like pumps, pearl necklace and earrings. She had her long red hair, that reached to the top of her ass, in a French braid. She was walking to her car looking for her keys in her purse.
Thread: Busnesswoman becomes a Mountain Man's Wife (SalesGirlAnna and ArclightX)

He looked over to her, going home again... Late as usual.... He smiled to himself slowly. Grant Johnson smiled as he spoke into his phone. As we discussed, be gentle I want her unharmed.... He spoke unlocking his door before seven men came out of nowhere the security guard in the area but looking off to the side as if seeing nothing. The men were paid to grab her tie her hands and legs and deliver her to the back of his car, he could drive her to his location. They enjoyed the prospect of tieing her up, knowing they got to search her for a phone, and anything else she had to remove it from her just in case. Slowly the men closed in around her ready to start, knowing they would be paid severely less if they harmed her more than needed, but despite her build they believed there was enough she would choose to play along for now till a better opportunity.
Thread: Busnesswoman becomes a Mountain Man's Wife (SalesGirlAnna and ArclightX)

Annabelle didn't see the men surround her until it was too late. They grabbed her and quickly tied her hands together behind her back. Then her legs were quickly tied together at her ankles. She was search of a phone or any other device. They found her iPhone in her blazer pocket. WHAT ARE YOU DOING! She screamed, DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? LET ME GO! She screamed as they took her over to Grant's Car.
Thread: Busnesswoman becomes a Mountain Man's Wife (SalesGirlAnna and ArclightX)

He stepped out of his car pulling out his phone as he opened the back door for her to be placed in, smiling he handed the man a small piece of paper, There are your funds, and a little extra it never happened fund.... He smiled and laughed returning to his car when shutting the door, Take her phone west... And dump her items, they will forever be looking the wrong direction. He moved into the car his voice calm, I do not want to hear you scream, make a loud noise, and I will gag you, the car is mostly soundproof, inside to back seat not so much.... He laughed as he started the car, getting ready to begin to drive, but waited to make sure she calmed herself.
Thread: Busnesswoman becomes a Mountain Man's Wife (SalesGirlAnna and ArclightX)

Annabelle struggled against her bonds. She didn't say a word. She figured she would play it cool for now. Until she found out what he wanted with her. She made sure to get a good look at the man who was driving, so she could give a report to the police when she got away.