I AM LOOKING FOR...
Group Roleplays, One on One Roleplays
GENRES I AM INTERESTED IN...
Fantasy, Modern, Romance, Paranormal, Horror, Historical, Medieval, Fanbased, Fairy Tale, Realistic, Apocalyptic
OTHER GENRES AND THEMES I LIKE...
Action || Mystery || Tragedy(?)
I understand not everyone's into the whole gut-spilling, blood splattering and head chopping scenes, but personally to me, gore completes the storyline and keeps me from losing interest in the roleplay I'm in.
I'm also into anything involving the mafia, cartels, gangs, and the yakuza. >_< Violence plus a moderate amount of romance equals perfection. <3
THINGS I -DON'T- LIKE IN ROLEPLAYS...
✘ High school roleplay themes confuse me, it's quite difficult to keep up with what's going on and I rarely find the idea itself interesting. Unless you can prove me wrong by adding a little twist to it, then I'd rather sit this one out. ✘
✘ Teen Pregnancy makes me feel extremely uncomfortable, so this is a no-no. ✘
✘ I am one hundred percent against the whole cliche 'love at first sight' idea, and there's nothing that can be said to change my mind.
However, I'm willing to cooperate if it's hate at first sight. . . that will eventually lead to hot angry sexy times. :D ✘
✘ Happily ever afters. I AT LEAST WANT ONE CHARACTER (it could also be an NPC for all I care) TO DIE. ✘
✘ Undeveloped plots. Basically plots that are going absolutely nowhere and/or lack cliffhangers, drama, and twists. ✘
✘ Mary-sues || Powerplaying || Annoying indecisive roleplayers || Inactivity ✘
CONTACT ME THROUGH...
Visitor Message, Private Message, Instant Messenger
MY USUAL ROLEPLAY POSTS WILL LOOK LIKE...
From the corner of her eye, especially in her vantage viewpoint, Caroline spotted the slumped figure of a lean brunette comfortably sleeping in his awkward sitting position. Arms crossed. Long slender legs propped atop the wooden table. Lips quivering ever so slightly. Ah. The look of innocence faintly etched on his sleeping face, as though time instantly stopped for this young man who had seen a million sins for the past decade - even if he only lived a few years. His mind was now everything but filled with horrors from the outside world; reality. He breathed softly, the frequent sound of his low sighs reaching his upright teacher's ear. By the looks of things, especially the thin circles under his eyes, Chase appeared tired and stressed but there was no way anyone would willingly let him catch up on his sleep. Minutes after finally noticing the brunette, three markers shot straight at him in precise speed, almost like sharp darts aiming for the red dot. Almost instantly, the groggy boy responded to the attack, groaning and muttering streams of profanity under his breath. Though, despite her observations, Caroline couldn't sneak a glimpse of Chase's inexpressive face but she did hear the words he uttered. Low and straightforward. The kind that sent shivers down her spine.
Too bad he was such a goddamnn pansy
"Ah. Have I been awoken for something important?"
Caroline didn't know whether to laugh at Chase for his stupidity and indifference towards everything around him, or to secretly feel bad for him. Maybe if his life situation were different in comparison to what currently went on behind closed door, if the words said and the actions made played out differently, if his parents were still together (meaning both alive) - then maybe, just maybe, Caroline wouldn't have had to go after him either. But because of his reputation and his juicy secret double-life, Chase made one of the best targets from Mackenzie Prep.
Sorry, Chase. A girl's gotta do what she gotta do.
"That would be me."
Due to being preoccupied in her mindless thoughts, she didn't notice Clyde faintly hovering above the so-called Stephanos Ambrose character straightaway, or the devil himself raising a hand to acknowledge her. She couldn't quite comprehend what was happening and why it was. It was as though her brain needed to reboot. Around her, everything else was in maximum speed, while she was numb in the midst of it all.
. . . Carole~
Trailing her eyes over to Stephanos, Caroline noticed him smiling sweetly at her, patting the empty seat beside him; as if to invite her over. No. I know what he's trying to do. He's trying to bait me in. . . Obviously. There was a slight hesitation on her part and she struggled to decide what to do as the peer pressure slowly consumed her thoughts. Who the hell had the nerve to play with Caroline?! How vulgar!
"Oh," came out a squeaky response, "I'm nearsighted - I-I-I was specifically a-a-assigned. . .this seat for t-that very reason." She pointed to her eyes, deeming it necessary to explain further and hesitantly snuck a quick glance at Mr. Roland, as if to ask for his support. Just to maintain her self-conscious front. "I-I wear contacts. S-So it'd be best if you sat next to me." Somehow, if one were to scrutinize her thoroughly, they would've caught the slight malice dripping in her tone. Obviously, Caroline didn't like being tested.