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Dancing with scissors, someone's bound to get hurt


It was all a blur; the phone call, stuffing her books back into her backpack. The drive to the hospital was a blank, nothing but hues of grays and white flashing in front of her eyes and the muffled blasts of horns as she weaved erratically through traffic. Emily couldn’t begin to explain how she’d arrived at the hospital in one piece. Luckily for her, she didn’t have to. Her parents were halfway across the world, soaking up the sights and sounds of Paris for their twenty fifth wedding anniversary; or at least they had been before the phone call. In the blink of an eye, life had changed for her entire family, the world turning upside down and knocking them all off kilter. Edward McAdams’ voice still echoed in her ears, his silky, near-monotone voice usually a comfort to her now distorted and distant, drowned out by the echoes of her mother’s wordless sobs in the background. Accident. It was the one word that rang clear as a bell, the one word that played out over and over again inside her head. Joey. Her only brother. The man she adored most in the world second to her father. The two words did not belong in the same sentence together, but there they were, delivered in the shaken voice of her father.

The details were sketchy, spoken through second and third-hand accounts of witnesses and police officers. Her brother was at no fault, of course, the lawyer in her father had gathered that information shortly after learning the fate of his son. By all accounts, Joey had been following the law, stopped at a stop sign and waiting his turn to pass through the intersection when his car had been hit from behind by a woman going too much over the speed limit, her eyes glued to the phone in her hand rather than the road ahead of her. The impact of the rear hit had been enough to send her brother crashing against the steering wheel, rendering him unconscious in an instant. His car drifted into the path of the car in the intersection, thankfully the vehicle going well below the speed limit to do any real damage to her brother. In the end, it didn’t matter. It had taken firefighters over a half an hour to pull her brother free from the wreckage, and when they finally pulled him onto the awaiting stretcher, he had yet to regain consciousness.

However she accomplished it, Emily made it to the hospital with only the mental trauma of her own darkened thoughts to show for it. Her mind circled around the possibilities of what she would find once she got to the hospital, thinking of paralysis and limited brain activity, talk of pulling the plug and funeral arrangements. She worried herself into a frenzy, unable to think beyond the worst possible scenarios. She pushed through the throngs of people shuffling their way into the hospital, elbowing anyone who got in the way of her and the entrance. The normally patient teenager was on a mission, and nothing was going to get in between her and finding out her brother’s fate; at what was under her control. As she rushed breathless and clammy to the counter, blurting out her brother’s name in a winded pant, Emily had to hold back an outraged scream as the woman on the opposite side simply pointed to a chair and told her to wait. Wait? She had no idea what condition her brother was in, and this woman was asking her to wait? Had she lost her mind?!?

The nurse was a sour looking woman in her forties, with a pinched face and a scowl permanently etched in lines across her brow. The bright yellow scrubs she wore didn’t little to brighten her appearance, or perhaps that was Emily unflattering opinion of the woman based off her less than forthcoming comments as she addressed the teenager. “Take a seat and the doctor will be out to see you.” That was all she said before waving Emily off with one hand and motioning the person behind her to step forward with the other. The younger sister in her wanted to shove the person who was obviously going through any serious trauma out of the way, scruff the woman up by scrubs and force the nurse to answer her questions. The future nurse in her held her back, remembering that just because someone looked healthy did not always mean that they were. Deflated, she slunk back to the closest seat to the swinging doors of the E.R her dark green eyes burning holes through the plastic windows that only gave her a glimpse of the doctors and nurses’ heads as they walked past.

Emily didn’t know how long she sat there; her time spent reminiscing about the days when she and her brother were younger, the waiting room feeling more and more like a funeral home than a hospital. The atmosphere grew heavier as her mind became filled with the tragic news that the doctors were holding back from her. He was paralyzed, missing a limb, or worse, in a coma that he would never wake up from. That was all that Emily could think as she sat there, one leg bouncing nervously while the other supported her wringing hands. The situation became dire the longer the doctors kept her waiting, and by the time the man finally did emerge from the swinging doors to call out her last name, the teenager was certain they were going to have to admit her for having a nervous breakdown.

She held onto her sanity, climbing onto weak legs to walk toward the middle-aged male dressed in immaculate scrubs and still wearing the booties and cap needed in the operating room. Attentive ears hung on every word, a sharp mind picking through each syllable spoken to analyze over and over until she had a clear understanding of what was being said. Her brother had swelling in the brain, which left him in what they believed was a temporary comatose state, the certainty of that depending on the results of an MRI. There was some internal bleeding which had been stopped through surgery, and a punctured lung thanks to three broken ribs. The minor breaks and bruises were the least of Emily’s worries; it was the head trauma that had her concerned. The redhead began to bombard the doctor with questions, her tone as sharp as her mind and her demeanor one that refused to be spoken down to like a child. The answers she received were vague, with a ill-humored attitude that drew the young woman’s ire. “We’re still waiting for the MRI results. For now, he’s being cleaned up and moved to the ICU.” The doctor left her growling after him moments later, not bothering to respond to the rest of her unanswered questions.

Left once again to wait in the dismal waiting room with its horrible, tacky floral print wallpaper and glaring fluorescent lighting, Emily dropped down into the chair she had previously occupied, her mind racing with thoughts moved too fast for her to scrutinize. Pale, trembling hands once again pulled her phone free from the confines of her pockets, lithe digits sliding along the screen wanting to send a message to someone, anyone who would be able to sit with her, draw her mind away from her fretting and help her focus on what was important. There was Mark, her best friend since third grade, but like her, he was a senior and most likely sitting in class bored out of his skull. The thought calling her boyfriend Ray made her want to clench the phone in her fist until the device shattered into tiny splinters of plastic, his accented voice popping into her mind with the callous words that would be spewed out of his mouth. ‘So? What do I care that your fucker of a brother’s in the hospital? Serves the bitch right.’ The imagined words incensed her to the core, her anger at her boyfriend’s attitude making him the worst possible option to call. There was no one that she knew who would not be otherwise occupied, but she knew she had to call someone. Joey would need to hear friendly voices encouraging him to return to the land of the living, people who would want a speedy recovery for him and who would penetrate the damage to his skull to reach her brother.

Emily’s fingers gracefully danced over the screen, skimming over dozens of contacts on her list until she reached the one she was loathed to touch. The tip of her finger hovered over the name 'Douche' her teeth worrying against her lower lip in a silent debate whether she should call the man her brother considered his best friend or not. The thought of it alone made her nauseous. The redhead would have preferred dealing with her asshole of a boyfriend rather than her brother’s friends. ‘But this isn’t for you. It’s for Joey.’ Her mind insisted, the tiny voice of reason doing its job to motivate her into pushing the send button. The phone was pushed against her ear, soon greeted with the ringing of the line once it finally went through. She didn’t know whether he would answer, didn’t really care whether he did or not. She made the effort to reach out to him, and to Emily that was all the courtesy, she would afford him. She was doing this for her brother who was currently laid up in a hospital bed in pain, and unaware that there was anyone out there worrying after him. Emily could at least tell him she tried when he woke up, and if she succeeded, she would deal with the man for as long as it took for her brother to recover. She could only hope that time would be short, or else she might end up going to jail for murder.

She waited until the phone stopped ringing, barely acknowledging whether she was greeted by a mechanical voice of voicemail, or her brother’s friend. For a moment she couldn’t speak, even saying the words out loud, telling someone else that her brother was in the hospital brought it all home for her. Right now she could pretend that Joey would be wide awake with a few casts and some bruises when she finally reached his hospital room, but once she spat the words out, finally gave his condition there was no taking them back. Emily finally found her voice, tense and thick, but still hers. “Joey was in a car accident. He’s at Mercy Hospital. They’re getting ready to move him up to ICU….I don’t know what room yet, you’ll have to ask if you come. I thought you would want to know.” She ended the call as quickly as she made it, stuffing her phone back into her pocket without another thought. She didn’t want to talk to anyone, especially not him, and she would have gladly avoided it entirely if she could have. But it was too late now. The call had been made and now it would only be a matter of time before she was stuck dealing with his loathsome presence.

Emily McAdams is in her senior year of high school, three months shy of graduating and her eighteenth birthday. Her future is promising, with an early acceptance into one of the top nursing schools in the world, and a charmed life that anyone would be envious of. But, her life comes to a halt when her older brother is seriously injured in a car accident. Naturally, she's at his side in the hospital the moment she learns about it, but she's not alone. To her chagrin, his best friend is there as well.

Her brother's best friend has a history that makes a girl like Emily cringe. He's lazy, brash, and above all else, he's a womanizer. What she doesn't know is that there's a reason behind his womanizing, one that she would never guess in a million years. For years he has harbored a fondness for her, her age and her attitude toward him holding him back from ever sharing how he feels. At first, he only watched her, his feelings something akin to a guardian lurking in the shadows, keeping an eye on her, watching as she grew from a happy child to a normal, well-adjusted teenager. It was when she first started dating that his feelings turned from brotherly to something more complex, but he knew deep down that she would never feel anything but resentment toward him.

The accident gives him a chance to grow closer to her, taking up her older sibling's responsibilities to see that she is looked after. Naturally, things are tense between the two. She resents his closeness to her brother and believes that he's using her sibling's accident to use her the way he uses so many women. He takes her ridicule and abuse, never saying a word to her, only letting her speak her mind and say whatever she wants to hurt him. And it does hurt. He doesn't show it, but deep down inside every word that she spews against him is another blow to his heart. His feelings hold true though, believing that if she would take the time to get to know him she would see him differently.

He gets his chance to show his true self to her when he catches her boyfriend abusing her, intervening before the damage can become too great. He saves her and silently vows he will be there to protect her whether she wants it or not. His rescue does not go unappreciated and while Emily loathes the idea of needing protection, it is impossible for her not to feel safer with him around. A pathway to communication is opened between the two, and soon Emily finds that everything she'd ever thought about her brother's best friend was inaccurate.

A relationship blossoms between the two, feelings that have been repressed for years finally rising to the surface to freely be expressed. Life does not work out the way either of them hoped when Emily is faced with the decision of leaving him behind to accomplish her goals or abandoning her dreams to remain with him. Heartbroken and unable to face the end of their relationship, she leaves without a word, taking along a secret that will change their lives forever.

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Part two~

Four years later:
With college completed, Emily returns home, but she does not come back alone. With her is a man she has promised to spend the rest of her life with, along with their twins. Her return to the life she left behind reopens wounds that both she and her previous love thought was closed.

(Basically, this will be a huge time skip starting after she graduates from college. What happens in between her leaving for college and returning can be worked out as the story progresses.)

What I'm looking for:
Someone who can post every other day.
Someone 18 or older.
Someone to play the male main character.
An advanced writer that can help move the story along.
Someone who isn't afraid of OOC chat.
Quality and quantity.
Someone who enjoys playing multiple characters.

About Me:
I have a random work schedule, but I can post at least once a day.
Prefered platforms: Threads>PMs>Emails
My minimum posts are usually 4-6 paragraphs, but I can write a novel if I have a partner who is comfortable with it.
I will play multiple characters, but I will not play a male character in a romantic pairing.
I love planning, and I always have millions of ideas.
I am absolutely in love with this plot and I'm really looking for someone who is willing to stick around. I will probably ask a billion questions to make sure you're serious. I don't mean any harm.
I will give a writing sample if asked.
I do try to keep everyone up to date when I have things going on in real life and need to be gone for a while.

About the story:
More plot than smut. Always!
This story will contain abusive situations.
I'm not looking for a 'love at first sight' situation.



If interested, please send me a PM with your favorite book so that I know you have read through everything.
 
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Name: Kara (Karael) Raguel
Age: 572 (Appears to be in her mid 20’s in human form)
Class: Authority
Jurisdiction North East United States
Rank: Lieutenant

Angel Form:
Height: 6’2
Weight: 160lbs
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Blonde
Wingspan: 12’

Personality:
Sympathetic
Resourceful
Honest
Intelligent


Human Form:
Height: 6’0
Weight: 142lbs
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Hazel
 




  • They were childhood sweethearts, their relationship starting in middle school during their angsty pre-teen years and continuing on through high school. To the outside world, they were the perfect couple. Their families grew close during the course of their relationship, both sets of parents convinced that the two would grow up, marry, and settle down to raise a family. The hitch in everyone’s plan came when Kaylee was accepted to college while her boyfriend was not. He kept tight-lipped about his plans for the future, keeping everything hidden from everyone, including Kaylee. Their families thought he would move with her after graduation, but when he vanished without a word the day after receiving his diploma, no one knew what to say.

    His departure from her life left Kaylee heartbroken, but no less determined to head off to college to prepare for her own future. Oddly enough, it wasn’t her boyfriend who accompanied her, but her boyfriend’s older brother who decided that he would try to make up for the damage his younger brother caused. The two moved in together, both attending classes and working to support themselves. While they grew closer, they did not realize that the one person who had brought them together was off making a name for himself, one that did not connect him to the past that he left behind.

    Four years pass and in that time Kaylee’s feelings for her first love never truly faded, but she has moved on to find the life she always wanted with his older brother. Shortly before graduating from college, he proposes to her, and Kaylee by all appearances happily says yes. The two marry and plan to move back to their hometown to start their family.

    However, fate has a way of destroying the best-laid plans. Shortly after the two settle in back home, the prodigal brother returns. He is devastated to learn that his former love has moved on, and not with just anyone. Betrayed by the woman he’d loved most of his life and his only sibling, he tries to move on as well, finding comfort in the arms of any woman he can find, but it’s never enough to erase his memories of the life he’d dreamed of with Kaylee at his side. Now he has a choice to make. Does he go back into the world and hope to find someone who can replace his first love in his heart? Or does he stay and try to convince her to give him another chance, while hurting his only brother?






  • Basics:
    Name: Kaylee Mae Trenton
    Birthday: August 21rst
    Age: 23
    Height: 5'9
    Weight: 129lbs
    Parents: Evelyn and Randal (Deceased) Trenton
    Siblings: Jaclyn (Older Sister) Kevin (Older Brother) Lisa (Younger Sister)

    Personality:
    Goofy
    Sweet
    Relaxed
    Secretive
    Intelligent
    Extroverted
    Passionate
    Thoughtful

    History:
    The middle child of Evelyn and Randal Trenton, Kaylee was always looking for ways to get attention. She was always the class clown, disrupting her teachers with cheesy jokes and getting into trouble for the little pranks she played on her classmates. There wasn't a moment that she wasn't trying to stir up trouble in a way to make everyone around her laugh.

    It wasn't until middle school that Kaylee began to settle down, much in part to meeting the boy she believed was the love of her life. He had a way of balancing her out and keeping her grounded when her mischievous nature took control, and the attention he gave her helped her deal with how often she was ignored at home.

    When the two reached high school, Kaylee began to buckle down and focus on the future, one that she planned around her boyfriend. She had their life planned out, from college until retirement, all of it with her boyfriend beside her. She always shared her plans with him, and never once did he reject them, leaving Kaylee to believe he was on board with everything. When college acceptance letters finally came and Kaylee learned she would be heading across the country to attend college, she was confident that he would be there right beside her, despite the fact that no letters ever came his way.

    Graduation finally came and went, one summer left to spend at home before she stepped into a promising new future. Excited with what lie in store for her, Kaylee didn't notice her boyfriend's absence right away. Within two days, her hopes for the future were dashed when she learned her boyfriend had run off in the dead of the night without a word to her or his own family. Letters eventually came to his family, telling them that he was alright and not to worry about him, but not a word was given to Kaylee who spent the last bit of her days of teenage freedom in a deep depression. Worried about her well-being and fearing that the loss of her childhood love would break her, her parents along with her ex's family came up with a plan to ensure that she managed to pull through her new life without being alone.

    When fall finally arrived and it was time to head for college, Kaylee was surprised to learn that she would not be making the trip alone. Her ex's brother, agreeing with his parents and wanting to make up for his younger brother's mistake, transferred schools to stay with Kaylee, all parties hoping that having a familiar face with her would give her the nudge she needed to move on. What no one expected was how close she would become to her former love's older sibling, or that a relationship would blossom between the two.

    Graduation announcements came, along with another announcement that shook both families. Kaylee had agreed to marry her ex's brother, and both were returning home to begin their new life where it all started. Now both families are planning the wedding they'd always imagined, and Kaylee finally feels as if she's moved on from her childhood love into a steady relationship with a man who truly loves her.






  • Introduction and Rules:

    Hello, I am Nydanna, but you can call me Ny. I currently have a whole mess of searches going on, but I'm kind of frustrated with updating each and every one of them when my cravings change. So, I decided to devote one single search to my current cravings to get it out of the way. This will be updated as my cravings change and as new ideas pop into my rather fickle mind.

    To begin, I will tell you a little about me:
    I work full time and have a family. I can try to post once a day, but it doesn't always work. Every other day, sometimes. Once a week is a definite, although I do try to get more out.

    I am an adult (Obviously!) and I expect to my partner to be an adult as well. I won't chase after you if I don't hear anything from you. However, I will warn you now, if I do not hear anything within two weeks, I will consider the roleplay dropped.

    I am not a 'smut only' writer. All of my roleplays will always be more plot than smut. I've tried 50/50 and I get bored. I prefer 70/30 at the most. I do enjoy a good sex scene, but I feel that it should add to the story rather than simply be thrown in.

    I am a sucker for drawn-out romances and tension. I do not do love at first sight.
    I do like having CS and I will ask for one. I do not require detailed CS (Unless you enjoy doing them) just name, age, and a description if you do not use a picture.

    On the subject of images, because the issue has come up in the past, I use realistic images only. If it is a fantasy plot, I will not use anime unless there is absolutely no way for me to avoid it.

    I do like chatting with my partners, although there are times when it takes a while for me to reply. It's not you, I'm absolutely horrible keeping up with PMs, which is why I prefer threads over everything.

    I currently have way too many PM roleplays and am only looking for thread or email roleplays. Sorry.
    I am trying to improve my writing. Lately, I've been rather lazy with things and I'm looking to spice things up a bit. I would like my partner to have a similar state of mind.

    I love plotting things out, but I also enjoy having surprises from time to time.

    I can write novels if I'm inspired. Please do not feel that you need to match me word for word. However, if I write up a long reply I would like something in return. I do not do one-liners, or one paragraph replies, ever. I can do a minimum of three paragraphs (Although I cringe with them.)

    My main character will always be female. I know people get in a tizzy over this, but it is what I'm comfortable with. I will play plenty of other characters, and I will play male characters, but I will not play out smut scenes with a male character. I'm just not comfortable doing so. If I do have a male character that ends up in a romantic pairing, things will fade to black.

    I am more comfortable with FxM as the main romantic pairing. However, I am trying to break out of my box a bit and will play a FxF or MxM as a side pairing.

    What I'm looking for in a partner:

    Communication! I don't need to know every detail of your life, but I would appreciate it if you let me know if you're bored, struggling with writer's block, or simply too busy in real life to reply.

    Quality over quantity, but both are nice!

    Someone who doesn't get scared off by walls of text.

    A partner that is willing to help move the story along and isn't afraid to throw in their own ideas.

    Uses third person! I cannot use first person.

    Someone comfortable with playing multiple characters!

    I really don't ask a whole lot out of my partners, only that they have some patience to deal with my randomness and help contribute to the story.

    Now, if you managed to get through this huge wall of text, thanks for reading! If you're still interested, the plots I am currently looking for will be posted on separate tabs, along with all the information you need to know for them.
 
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  • Hello! I will not deny that Dark Tower is my obsession. I absolutely love the world and I feel that there are a million things that could be done with it. However, finding a partner for it is damn near impossible. -Insert sad face here- So here I am, again, on a mission to find someone who would be interested in doing a roleplay!

    Currently, I have a birthday, graduation, a promotion, and a kiddo getting ready to fly the coop. Needless to say, I'm older than 18, which is why I would prefer my partners to be over the age of 18 as well. No offense, but I don't feel comfortable with vulgarity and violence around young, impressionable minds. This also means that for the next few weeks my time online is a bit limited. I can guarantee one post a week at minimum. I can probably do more, but one is all I will promise.

    I am an advanced writer who is always looking to improve. I am searching for someone who is advanced or beyond and will help me push myself. Creativity isn't the issue. I always have hundreds of ideas. My biggest issue is laziness with my writing.

    That being said, I would love to find someone who has no problem contributing and throwing in their own little twists and turns in the story.

    Knowledge of the books, the universe, and the lore is a must. Granted, I have a nifty little cheat sheet (Actually, it's a book.) but I would still like it if my partner had some info. I'm more than willing to share though!

    There are factors that I would like to include, and a handful I would love to exclude. Blaine the Pain is an iffy. I might be convinced to include him, but I'd would definitely like to leave him out. Todash, doors, various whens (Including our own), The Crimson King, and billybumblers are in. The Grays and Pubes, and the wolves are out.

    I have a few plots that I've already thought up, but I'm more than willing to come up with something new.

    I'm iffy about the movie-verse. Honestly, I didn't mind it but I know most people absolutely hated it. If the movie is more your thing, we can discuss something.

    To sum up what I'm looking for:
    • An advanced writer comfortable with 4 or more paragraphs.
    • Someone who can reply at least once a week. (More is welcomed and I will try to get responses out as frequently as I can.)
    • Familiar with the books/lore
    • Doesn't mind violence, gore, and all the fun stuff!
    • Contributes to the story
    • Bonus if you don't mind an Idris Elba FC (I'm kidding! Or am I? >_>)
    If you're interested, feel free to drop me a line here or send me a PM.






  • Second Fall of Gilead



    Character: Annasea Chambers
    Setting: Post-Canon Mid-World
    Counterpart: Roland’s Great-grandson
    Foe: Crimson King

    Canon Ending Scenario: Roland reawakens back in time to continue his journey once again, this time fully aware of his previous journeys and the mistakes he made in the past. He continues on following the man in black through the desert, but this time rather than letting Jake fall, he saves him. (After all, he already knows what the man’s going to say anyway.) This chain of events sets the ka-tet on a new, yet familiar path. The lives lost along the way are spared, Susannah never becomes pregnant with Mordred, and the ka-tet reaches the tower as a whole. This time, however, they manage to banish the Crimson King from the tower and upon reaching the door sent back to Gilead together to rebuild the city as it had been before its fall.

    The ka-tet manage to restore Gilead to part of its former glory with a new line of gunslingers pulled from all corners of Mid-World. Eddie, Susannah, and Jake all start their own families which remain close-knit throughout the years. Each generation brings a new set of aspiring gunslingers who demonstrate the same talents and skills of their kin.

    Plot: It takes the Ka-tet several decades to begin recruiting more gunslingers, as well as rebuilding Gilead to its former glory. Eddie and Susannah have several children during their time there, and eventually Jake finds himself married to female gunslinger to begin raising his own family. Roland never truly got over the loss of his first love, but eventually has a child with a gilly, whom he raises as a Deschain rather than a bastard. The children of the ka-tet have children of their own and so on and so on, each generation producing a new line of gunslingers. The Dechain children, much like Roland himself, are proven adept with the gun and take over the task of training the future gunslingers with a few changes in the rules. Those who fail the ‘trial of manhood’ are not sent West, but are allowed to remain in Gilead, although they can never attempt to become gunslingers again.

    Mid-World slowly begins to grow and expand, cities blossoming now that time is once again restored to the universe. Gunslingers begin to travel the roads again, doing as gunslingers do, and it is almost as if the stories of the ka-tet of nineteen are simply myths. The Crimson King is forgotten about, and everyone goes on about their lives.

    The plot begins with the great-grandchildren of the original ka-tet. Roland’s great-grandson is now in charge of training the future gunslingers. Like his great-grandfather, he has passed the trial of manhood at a young age, with a natural talent for the gun and a sharp intellect that makes him a natural gunslinger. Among the group of future gunslingers is a lone female, the great-granddaughter of Jake Chambers, who shows the same amount of potential as her great-grandfather. From the beginning, there is an attraction between the two, but because of their roles, they ignore it as much as possible, steering clear of each other in order to follow their chosen paths.

    But ka has a mysterious way of working, and the citizens of Mid-World have forgotten all about a dangerous enemy who is still fuming over his ousting from the Tower. The Crimson King has been weakened, but he has not been defeated. With the assistance of a sorcerer, he has placed an enchantment on Mid-World, freezing it in time until he can discover a way to remove the banishment placed on him. Somehow only the original ka-tet's kin is untouched by the enchantment. (Mostly due to Roland’s relationship to the Crimson King, and the ka-tet’s exposure to Maerlyn’s Rainbow.)

    The citizens may be frozen, but minions of the Crimson King are not. Soon they’re infesting Mid-World and various whens like a plague, using doorways to jump between worlds in order to cause chaos. With only one gunslinger and one soon-to-be, it is up to them to travel the path of their legendary relatives in order to find a way to restore time and put a stop to the Crimson King for good.

 



  • Soulmates


    History

    No one knows what they are, but they call themselves soulmates.

    They have been around since the Dark Ages, born to normal human parents, growing as normal human children. By all appearances, they are nothing out of the ordinary, at least until they find their mate. Their numbers started out small with only a hundred couples spread throughout the world. Finding their mate was difficult, and many died long before they found their other half. A few survived, finding their counterpart only to discover that along with their mate came immortality and superhuman powers that could not be explained. Most of the couples decided to blend in with the rest of mankind, using their powers and the knowledge gained through their extended lives to improve the world around them. Others decided to try cause havoc, using their abilities to turn the world to their advantage.

    For a time, they were undiscovered, living amongst humans but unknown to them. That began to change as their numbers grew, and those who wished to gain control of the humans began to stir up trouble again. The start of the nineteenth century marked the beginning of the cleansing within their own ranks. The two sides split into factions; The Malcontent and The Docile. Believing themselves to be the more powerful, The Malcontent began to eliminate The Docile. With no other options, The Docile enlisted the humans to aide them, believing that the threat of The Malcontent would prevent the humans from turning on them. However, the more the human’s learned about the Soulmates, the more envious they became of their powers and soon both factions were being hunted down.

    At the dawn of the twentieth century, the Soulmates of both factions went into hiding, believing that the humans would believe they were extinct. What they didn’t know was that the humans were studying them, learning what little they could about the Soulmates powers. They discovered that the gene, dormant inside humans, was passed down when two carriers reproduced. The Soulmate would not exhibit any powers at all if they did not find their other half. They grew and aged at the same pace as humans, were susceptible to all human illnesses and just as vulnerable as a human. It was only when they were joined by their mate that their powers and abilities began to manifest. Soon they began to track down the carriers of the gene, waiting until they had children and taking the children out before they could reach the age of eighteen.

    With the advancement of technology, the Soulmates found ways to combat the attempts of humans to wipe them out. They infiltrated hospitals, switching records, test results, and at times, infants when it was necessary. They would monitor the babies as they aged, only approaching to recruit them once they finally met their mate. It became a race to get the fledgling Soulmate before the other faction.
    Soulmate Rules

    -All Soulmates have superhuman strength, speed, and healing once they have met their mate and only if they remain close to their mate. The further they get from their mate, the weaker they become.

    -Soulmates are immortal. They do not get sick and will not die of old age, but they can be killed. It becomes easier to kill a Soulmate if they are away from their mate. If one mate dies, the other dies immediately afterward.

    -Soulmates have three different types of abilities. One elemental, one psychic/telekinetic, and one physical. The abilities vary from soulmate to soulmate.

    -With the elemental abilities, the Soulmate cannot create the element, only control and manipulate them.

    -No Soulmate has the ability to resurrect or bring someone back from the dead.

    -The longer Soulmates are together, the stronger they are.

    -Soulmates cannot detect their mate until after their 18th birthday.

    -The stronger the attraction between Soulmates, the stronger the abilities.

    -Once a Soulmate meets their mate, there is no one else that will get their attention. They are unable to cheat on their mate and will feel disgusted if anyone else tries to touch them.

    -Soulmates, in general, cannot procreate. However, there are a few exceptions to this.

    -Once a Soulmate finds their mate, it is not love at first sight. They feel connected to one another, along with infatuation and lust, but not love.

    -There is only one mate per Soulmate.

    Plot

    If it wasn’t for bad luck, Amanda Perry would have none at all. She’s late on her rent and most of her bills. Her boss is a creep. And to make matters worse, she’s on the verge of getting forced out of school. Nothing in her life seemed to be going right, no matter how hard she works. To cheer her up, her friends decide to take her out for a night on the town, convincing her that for one night she should forget about her stress and enjoy herself. She goes along with it, expecting the evening to end with her going home early and trying to catch up on her schoolwork. What she doesn’t expect is to meet a guy, and she certainly couldn’t have predicted that they’d hit it off.

    They spent the night together, both of enchanted with one another and feeling as if they'd known each other all of their lives. As the night ends, they part ways, but not without assurances that they would see each other again.

    Waking up the following morning, everything feels different, although she can’t quite put her finger on it. She assumes it’s the excitement of a crush, the exhilarating rush that comes along with the promise of a possible relationship, and when the new man in her life admits to the same curious changes, they brush it off as nothing significant. It’s not until the FBI storms into Amanda’s apartment while the two are having dinner together that they realize there is far more to the changes in their lives than romance. Not only are they now targets of a secret government organization hellbent on turning them into lab rats, but they are caught in a battle between factions, both seeking to claim the new couple.
    What I'm looking for

    -Someone to play the male main character.
    -Must be willing to play multiple characters as well as characters of the opposite sex- To go a bit into detail on this. I will be playing the two leaders of the factions which are male and female. I would like my partner to be comfortable enough playing their mate. That does not necessarily mean smut will be involved.
    -An advanced writer who is comfortable posting at least three paragraphs.
    -Someone who can post at least once every other day.
    -Someone who will help move the story along and contribute ideas.
    -OOC talk, at least about the plot.
    -I am currently over my limit of PM rps. I am only looking to do thread or email rps.

    If interested, send me a PM.
 
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  • Nothing is ever Perfect

    She thought she had the perfect relationship. They were happily planning their future together without a hiccup in sight. After two years together and an entire year engaged, she could practically hear the wedding bells. With the big day a few weeks away, she takes a trip with her friends to celebrate her last days as a single woman. And that's where her picture-perfect life comes to an end.

    To her, it was a cliche. They locked eyes across the bar and things clicked in an instant. He paid no attention to the ring on her right hand, and she offered him nothing more than a single night. She thought that once they parted ways the next morning it would be the end of it, but when she returns home and her fiance introduces her to his best friend who has just returned home from the military, she is flabbergasted. She expects the cat to be let out of the bag, but surprisingly he remains silent about their night together. As the wedding looms closer, she anxiously awaits the drop of the bomb and her secret to be revealed, but her fiance's best friend holds his silence. At first, she assumes that their night together meant nothing to him. Why would it? They were practically strangers. She itched a scratch for him, and he sent her off into wedded bliss with a night she wouldn't forget.

    What she isn't aware of is that their secret isn't the only one he's keeping quiet about. Having known his best friend for nearly his entire life, he knows that one woman isn't enough to keep his friend happy. He watches with envy as his best friend parades his wife around in public while sneaking around behind her back with any woman that would give him the time of day. So he sits and he waits for the day that she'll finally open her eyes, knowing the heartbreak that's heading her way and hoping to be the one to pick up the pieces.







  • Name: Vivian Edwards
    Age: 25
    Birthday: September 19th
    Occupation: Realtor

    (WIP)


 
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  • Two weeks, five days, six hours, seven minutes, and thirty six seconds. Kaylee could pinpoint down to the second when her heart had been completely shattered into a million tiny shards, pieces so small she knew they would never be put back together. Whoever said time healed all wounds had never lost their other half, not in the way that she had. If she closed her eyes, she could still see Jane England’s face when she’d broken the news of Miles departure. She could still hear the choked sob that followed, although whether that came from her or Jane, Kaylee still didn’t know. Every minute since that day, every second that ticked away didn’t become easier than the one before it; it became harder and Kaylee didn’t know how much longer she could live with the constant ache in her chest each time her broken heart beat. There was no cure for the pain, no magical remedy that would erase her heartache and turn her back into the girl she once was. But, there was a temporary release from it, one that she could no longer ignore.

    Sitting on the edge of her bed, she stared at the bottle of liquor she’d snuck from her cousin’s house, the amber liquid inside beckoning to her. Kaylee had been fighting it for the past two weeks, telling herself that there were no possible way Miles could stay gone that long, that he would be back with a new tattoo or some crazy haircut that would drive his mother insane, with some story of an adventure he’d gone on without her. She’d hold onto her anger until the moment he turned the puppy dog eyes on her and all would be forgiven as if he’d never left her at all. The redhead told herself this story over and over again, but with each minute Miles remained gone, it was getting harder and harder to believe.

    The first day after she learned Miles was gone, Kaylee couldn’t do anything more than sob her heart out. Her parents both came into her room, trying to do what parents do when their child is heartbroken. Her mother ranted and raved, claiming that she was better off without her trouble making boyfriend, while her father rubbed her back as she sobbed, offering what little comfort he could. Kaylee knew they meant well. Deep in her heart, she knew her parents were hurting in their own silent way but refused to share their pain with her. It didn’t help ease her mind; nothing would, at least that’s what she thought.

    Bloodshot green eyes stared intensely at the amber liquid in the bottle, recalling the way it burned down her throat and into her stomach the first time she’d taken a shot of it. For a while, Kaylee felt nothing but the acidic burn inside her stomach as the liquid churned away, but after a half an hour and two more shots later, the world as she knew it no longer existed. The pain in her chest became a dull ache she could ignore, and for the first time in two weeks, Kaylee managed to sleep through the night without waking up in the middle of the night in search of Miles. She remembered falling back on her cousin’s Derrick’s bed, the world spinning out of control before her eyes, but the constant voice in her head crying out for Miles finally fell silent. The tears that slipped through the closed lids of her eyes weren’t of sadness, but of relief that something had taken her pain from her.

    She fought the temptation to give in to the liquor’s siren call, ignored the pleading of her heart that begged for another dose, another reprieve from her suffering. The fight was all for not. She couldn’t keep pushing it away, not when she knew the bliss of forgetting, even if it was only for a moment.

    Pushing herself to her feet, Kaylee’s fingers curled around the neck of the bottle, snatching it up quickly without care. The cap was off in the blink of an eye and within seconds the redhead was gulping down a mouthful of the fiery liquid, grimacing as it burned a familiar path down her throat and into her stomach. She pulled the bottle away from her mouth long enough to gasp for air then took another long drink. She didn’t know how much she actually drank, didn’t even bother to glance at the contents of the bottle to measure it out. All Kaylee cared about was the excruciating wait between the time the liquor hit her stomach to the moment she felt the world begin to spin. Kaylee almost took another few sips, hoping to speed the process along. If she had more, she probably would have. For now, she needed to conserve the precious liquid for as long as she could.

    Her hand hesitated to replace the cap of the bottle, her heart crying out for more of the blissful numbness she knew it could provide. Her arm began to lift the bottle back to her lips, but the sound of footsteps shuffling past her door caused her to screw the lid back on and hastily roll the bottle under her bed. With her breath trapped in her lungs, Kaylee waited in nervous silence for the light tap of knuckles against the wood, for one of her parents to call out to her before they threw the door open. Her breath held until she heard the footsteps trudge back up the stairs to the kitchen, her lungs burning with a need for air as she pushed out a heavy exhale. She’d avoided getting caught this time; not that she truly cared. So what if she was drinking? Didn’t she deserve some peace? Wasn’t she entitled to drown her sorrows just a little? Everyone thought she’d lost a boyfriend, but Kaylee knew better than that. When Miles left, he hadn’t just left her, he’d taken her heart and part of her soul along with him. How was she supposed to cope with that without some help?

    After ensuring that the bottle was safely tucked away in one her drawers, Kaylee flopped onto her bed, rolling onto her side to stare blankly at the ceiling, refusing to let her eyes fall on any of the framed pictures hanging on the wall. With the alcohol coursing through her veins, her body became heavy and her mind grew silent. It wouldn’t last; it never did, but it was enough to send her off into a dreamless sleep for a little while.
 




Name: Arimae
Age: 18
Height: 5'5
Weight: 118 lbs
Miscellaneous: On her left side she has a homemade tattoo of a cross in faded black ink.

Talents:
Herbalism (Self-taught)
Some First Aid
Ability to communicate with the gods (Undiscovered)

Fears:
Arimae is deathly afraid of the full moon. During the full moon she seeks shelter and refuses to come out regardless of what happens.

General Personality:
Arimae does not trust anyone. She relies only on herself and refuses to seek out the company of others. She is resourceful, always finding ways to get what she needs with whatever resources she has available to her. Charity isn't beyond her, but she does not go out of her way to help others if she thinks that they can help themselves. She is a loner by nature and by choice, refusing to seek out the company of others no matter how lonely she might become.

History:
Arimae was born the exact moment that all of the planets aligned. Her mother, a frail, sickly woman, barely managed to survive her birth, taking months to recover after Arimae was born. That didn't stop the woman from believing her daughter was a gift, something so precious to her that she never doubted the girl was destined for great things. She doted on her daughter, oblivious to the hardness of her husband's heart against the child they had conceived together. To her husband, Arimae was a burden, and one that they could not afford. But he loved his wife, and would not break her heart by demanding they abandon the child and leave her to her fate.

Over the course of the next five years, the small family wandered in search of a sanctuary, some place that they could settle down. That place was never discovered, at least not by the family as a whole.

It was during the winter months of Arimae's fifth year that her mother grew increasingly ill. The harsh winter and combined with no shelter and little food did little to help the woman heal. For weeks she fought to remain alive for the sake of her child, but eventually succumbed to her illness.

Grief stricken over the loss of his wife, and refusing to continue on with the burden of a child, Arimae's father left her in the dead of the night, abandoning her with his wife's corpse. The days that followed for Arimae were a challenge, the young girl knowing only enough to understand what needed to be done to survive. Over the next eleven years, Arimae taught herself the skills she would need, moving along from place to place, scavenging what she thought she could use. There were stretches of time that the girl would go days without food or a decent shelter, and days when she'd have a place to lay her head and a belly full of food. Her life taught her to rely on herself, and avoid the company of others as much as she possibly could.

Shortly before her sixteenth birthday, Arimae discovered a tiny patch of land just outside one of the fallen cities. There was fertile soil for her to plant whatever seeds she could manage to find, and frequent rains to keep her supplied with water. Realizing the gift that she had, Arimae settled into the spot, protecting it from discovery in every way possible.