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- I really like modern roleplays, especially hings involving romance and family. I also love fantasy, especially anything involving magic, mythical creatures, or gods and goddesses. Fandoms are nice, if I can play an OC. Since history is one of my passions, I like doing historical roleplays, mostly renaissance, 1800's, early 1900's, ancient civilizations, and anything wild west-like or based on pioneers. I do like Sci-Fi, mostly dystopian with some sort of rebellion or strict customs, something like that. I also like roleplays that take place in space if they have a good explanation of the universe that it takes place in. I'm not a big fan of horror or mystery, unless the horror is a sub-element to something else.
Awin
Awin's face broke out into a bright blush and she dropped her head onto her desk. "I'm such an idiot," she whispered to herself, but she perked up slightly when she heard that Davien might be in more of her classes. "Really?"
She didn't even realize how excited she sounded until she said it aloud. Now she just sounded plain desperate. And maybe she was. A year with very little social interaction had taken a toll on the young girl. Loneliness. Teetering on depression. It wasn't healthy and she knew that, but what if they found out what she really was? One person had found out and ran off screaming. After all, Acheri aren't generally accepted, even in the demon community. "S-sorry," she muttered and her fingers twitched. She could really use her sketchbook right about now.
She didn't even realize how excited she sounded until she said it aloud. Now she just sounded plain desperate. And maybe she was. A year with very little social interaction had taken a toll on the young girl. Loneliness. Teetering on depression. It wasn't healthy and she knew that, but what if they found out what she really was? One person had found out and ran off screaming. After all, Acheri aren't generally accepted, even in the demon community. "S-sorry," she muttered and her fingers twitched. She could really use her sketchbook right about now.