- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Science Fiction, Fantasy, Science Fantasy, Dark Fantasy, Historical, Shounen-ai and Shoujo-ai, Psychological, Steampunk and... well, I'm actually up for most kinds of role plays.
Purple hair. Pale complexion. Dark rings beneath purple eyes. I'm Sloth. Scrawny figure. Lazily dressed- a pair of trainers, Hatsune Miku themed t-shirt, run down sneakers. I'm Sloth. Messy hair, bored expression, late up as always. I'm Sloth.
The incarnation of Sloth breathed a deep sigh as he gazed at his somewhat nondescript reflection in the mirror. He knew he was late for breakfast and that he was rather shabbily dressed, but he didn't really care. Discontent with being here in the first place, the lazy teenager wanted nothing less than be as troublesome as possible. If he annoyed them enough, perhaps they'd send him away. It wasn't that he loathed the place or inhabitants of the makeshift household itself- but the fact that he had been deprived of internet (something he thought she would part of every individual's rights) and other things he loved and had decided he couldn't live without... pained him more than anything. It was as though someone had intended to make his existence even more unpleasant than it already was.
Muttering something about 'a bunch of meanies', he rubbed his eye tiredly before turning around and starting to make his way out of the room. He headed down the corridor, and the staircase, slowly and lazily. He didn't even really feel like eating proper breakfast. Crisps or some sort of sweet would do, if he could get hold of them. Laughter and the sound of people chatting away rather light heartedly reached his ears. His lips curled into a slight scowl and he folded his arms over his chest, wondering why the hell most peeps could be happy here, but he not. Looking this sulky, Nagisa stepped into the kitchen and headed straight for the fridge, simply hoping that no one would notice him (of if they did, that they wouldn't scold him for trying to sneak out his unhealthy breakfast).