Kidnappable?: Of course. *Grins* <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p> Playing Habits: I check Iwaku every night usually, even if I don’t have time to chat or post but just cause I am curious. *Rolls her eyes* But I will reply at least two times during the week, if not more. XD. However I do expect the same out of a partner. Gender You Prefer Playing: I do not mind playing either sex and am good at play either, though I usually play a female because most have preferred such. Favorite Genres: I love Fantasy, Sci-fi, Futuristic, Horror, Romance, Action, Adventure, Erotic, Medieval, and especially Mythical. Genre You DON'T Like: There are none at this point. . . Except. . . *Looks for Asmodeus* . . . Mass-Role-plays. I feel the more people, the less intimate and the harder it is to actually finish a thread. Of course, this is from prior experience, though this is always eligible for advising. (Wow – my work even shows in my writing.) Playing Style: I am an aggressive writer, but I can be submissive. XD. Plot Candies: I like a lot of unexpected plots and I prefer to not use character sheets and instead have the details slowly unravel in character. I also like a lot of action and so far most of the threads I have been involved with have some sort of romance to them. <o:p></o:p> Character Stereotypes: I most typically play distant, cold females, who like mind-games, some form of an addictive substance, weapons and are aggressive and sassy. XD But I have been asked to play otherwise and do well at other more innocent characters. <o:p></o:p> Character No-Gos: Random Notes: I expect to be role-playing with partners who are good and looking to challenge me and looking for me to encourage and help them. I want to write to be better, and to inspire. I suppose, you can say, I am seeking Muses. Scene Sample: Spoiler (Move your mouse to the spoiler area to reveal the content) Show Spoiler Hide Spoiler She pressed her black curls over her shoulder, and crosses her legs, smiling at him with her green eyes, her lips painted a bright red. "So Mr. Deligado..." <o:p></o:p> She sat, confident of her charm, leaning in so close to her target, her words smooth. She hadn’t the slightest hint that she had been compromised until she was knocked from her chair by a swift facial contact from brass knuckles. Her thoughts seemed to have been scattered on the floor with herself, inquiring how he knew, what she should do. She gathered herself quickly though and pressed herself up quickly only to be grabbed from behind. <o:p></o:p> “What the fuck what that for!” She found herself exclaiming as she slipped from the mans arms. He tried to take her down again, but she was waiting for it and ducked, slipping from her boot her knife and slashing his face. A grin fell over her face, as she took a few steps backward. She challenged them, knowing their tactics were limited in a public place, probably too cocky for her own good. <o:p></o:p> “What the fuck was that for!?” She exclaimed again. This time she was answered. <o:p></o:p> “You know better than to get involved with your marks, this is the last time you will fuck up and bring me shame Vega. Take care of her boys.” <o:p></o:p> Her eyes flickered over him, her own target, eliminating her before she could him. So he did not know after all, he simply was fearful of his name catching the wind. Too bad, it had already and she had been taken under their wing, in exchange for his elimination.<o:p></o:p> She looked for an escape route, she had not expected this, nor was she prepared for it. ‘God Damnit’, she thought. She felt dread overcome her, she always found a way out, but they were never suspecting. Her eyes fell over the man before her, he looked like he was in pain, and she couldn’t help but laugh. She swung around him with force, towards the door, her hand nearly grasping the knob when her entire body lit on fire, being slammed into the wall. <o:p></o:p> She heard some crisp snaps in her chest, the pain causing her to cry out. Her body reacted, her mind spinning in revolting pain. She began to slide down the wall, unable to draw in a breath, her knife falling from her hand. She swung at him, swearing she had inflicted some equal measure of breakage to his chest, until his fist came down upon her jaw like a bear claw. <o:p></o:p> Her body quivered with the pain, but she still attempted to roll over, to get back up, to fight till the end, but his boot smashed into her ribs. She thought she would chock on the sheer pressure from his boot, and she thought this would be the worst of it but his boot lifted, and as she gasped for a breath it came down harder. Time after time, the heavy boot and sometimes a thick paw, smothered her into the floor, like a man rubbing the red ash of his cigarette into the concrete until the it was dust and fading smoke. <o:p></o:p> She could feel the blood, the warm liquid. It felt like she was covered in it, like it coated her internal body and her skin. Perhaps, she was delusional. The world became sweeter, her black curls spread out along the floor of her view, her blood dripped around the room. Her hair seemed to melt, like blank fingers outstretching on the floor, slipping through the red puddles. <o:p></o:p> The pain enveloped her, like a blanket of warmth, and she felt like her internal pain was on display. For the first time, she wore her pain, unable to hide it, to escape it. She had finally lost the control, the upper hand, which scared her, and she thought for a moment to fight back, but it was almost as if she had sold her body. It belonged to this darkness now - this desperate, sluggish dream of pain engulfed shapes and sounds seen in the smooth air around her. <o:p></o:p> Her mind seemed to be free, thinking of all things, and finding no refuge from her true inner desires and cries. Flashes came before her, looks others gave her in the heat of the moment, their faces as they lay struggling beneath her, her face in the mirror, her first kill, the horrid emptiness she felt when she woke from the taking of her virginity to find a cold, empty bed, how she made her first mistake, the drugs, the liquor, her life before, him…. The pain that seemed to course through her kept her still and light headed. <o:p></o:p> Her mind felt like it wandered the darkest realms of unconsciousness, but she felt bound to her body by fire. The sheer flames that grew within her earthly shell melting her soul to her skin, searing them together as one, condemning her to stay, to endure it, knowing she had lost, that she had failed. The fire driving her insane, so real and exquisitely brutal, making her wish she had the will to lift her head, to hit it into the floor until she left this world. But she hadn’t the will, her body was not hers, her mind had no filter, she had no escape.