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Post: 44925573_1 created on Sat Nov 08, 2008 3:53 amPosted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 3:53 am
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Alright, I am going to be very picky, so read this and only pm me if you fit everything that I have asked for.
I am looking for someone to do a yaoi vampire roleplay with, I WANT to play seme. I WANT to play the vampire. I don't care what your uke is, cute, angry, or whatever—he could even be a cross dresser for all I care[[I actually think it is cute, to an extent]]. I want a person that can post at least four paragraphs and halfway knows what they are doing!!! Use Microsoft word if you have to damn it. Everyone makes mistakes when spelling, even using word. I only want a person that is willing to roleplay over pms or private thread. I also want a person that has very few limits. XDD just to show you how horrid of a person I am. I don't have a plot for this. >>;; I figure we can come up with one together. I am not mean, just being a little picking at the moment—if you get talking to me you’ll realize I am a lot nicer than I might seem right now. I really don't think this is that much to ask for. I--as a person that has a learning disability in reading, writing and spelling--can write a decent post, so I am sure that you can as well. Here are a couple of samples to show you what I am looking for. Quote: You couldn't break me in the end.. And such a freedom I enjoy When you're deaf to the sounds you trust If that was all you've got, my friend... Łost Ҏhoenix ₳dwin  The creak of the door opening, a ding as a loud bell sounded next to a large cage, probably the largest in the rundown little hellhole Mack Carter called a ‘pet’ store. Pointed ears, twitched with each new sound, raven orbs, half closed as they darted around the room, still getting use to the new brighter light the front of the store held, looking for any since of danger or escape. Escape was near on impossible but that didn’t change anything or stop the want to try. The cage was opened roughly about once a day, food and water were left and then the door and the only means of escape quickly closed leaving behind a feeling of dread. Adwin, as Mr. Carter had named him, was what the old man called ‘his price piece’ what that meant, Adwin wasn’t sure but he didn’t like it. Unlike the rest of the ‘animals’ that lined the wall of the store Adwin was different. He had never known what the outside world held; he had been born in this hellhole. In that way he assumed he was lucky, but at the same time it only made him long for the free world with a greater fire. Turning circles again in his cage Adwin fought to control his ever growing fear. He assumed the feeling was what humans called claustrophobia, the feeling that the world is closing in on you while you are in a small, closed in place. Even though his cage had bars into which he could look out, it still didn’t help. Before, when he had lived in the underground house he had had more room and it didn’t bother him, but now, now that Carter was read to ‘sell’ him, Adwin lost his freedom of space and was locked in the cage. Though bigger than the rest it still offered him little room to move around in, room he felt he needed or he would soon go crazy. Taking a deep breath he tried to calm himself, if he were like the ‘true’ birds, as humans called them, he probably would have been plucking his feathers out due to the stress…He was glad he was able to control that instinct. His hair was his favorite thing about himself; it flowed all the way down his back, and most of his legs ending just below his knees; curling up in odd ends here and there as a feather might. Though it was mostly a hazelnut color it also held a few reds and blues in places; towards the end his hair slip naturally in half, each new end flowing down a few inches before curling up to touch itself. It was what made him beautiful, or so he though. Though a lot of people stopped to look at him in the three days he had been in the store, no one seemed interested. A few people even had to ask if he was really an animal, stunned that someone might be trying to sell a human as a pet. Mr. Carter would always quickly point out his ears and hair, the only two feathers on him that made him look any different than a normal human. “He is a very rare bird” He would tell him, pride clear in his voice as he spoke, explaining to the would-be customer. “He is what you would call a phoenix.” This almost always brought on a rush of new questions, but despite the questions no one thought they could handle an animal such as him. Humans always had this strange idea of what phoenixes were. Fire birds that could live forever and held powers greater that the mind could understand… if that was so the Adwin would have been out of the store already. The main difference between a Phoenix and other birds was that they COULD indeed live in temperatures much greater than most living things. A lot of wild Phoenix chose to live around or inside volcanoes; which is where he figured the idea of them being firebirds came from. Thinking over how stupid the humans were slowly began to clam Adwin down. Taking a seat in the corner of his cage he took a few more deep breaths. He could hear a few of the other animals in the store talking, though he was just a little too far away to understand them completely. Just his luck. If he had someone he could talk to, someone to keep his mind off of things than he would probably be alright for the most part, but he had been seated next to the door, and by a lot that hardly ever spoke, and yelling just so he could be included in a conversation with others he didn’t know wasn’t really something he wanted to do. Sighing he just reserved himself to thinking of ways to escape. Maybe he if could get himself free, and Carter wasn’t around he could even free a few of his fellow prisoners before he fled, but he wouldn’t risk getting caught again just to free others either. Take a little more than what I've got It's all I have to please you Break a little piece of what you want Bite back the hand that feeds you [[I don't know how good this one is.. I am not use to writing for already made characters... I do it very rarely, so I was trying to make the character seem like they should--in which I think I lost some of my...ability. I will be the one that's gonna hold you I will be the one that you run to My love is a burning, consuming fire Ƹward €ullen  Still as a statue the figure sat—as was his normal routine during the night time hours—watching the small figure lay tossing and turning on the bed. It was strange, watching the women-child sleep, but at the same time it brought him a strange kind of piece. He would never tell her this, but being away from her was almost heartbreakingly unbearable. Dark coal orbs hardly moved from the girl as time passed. He would have to feed soon. He knew this; the smell that surrounded the room sent a burning thirst down his throat every time he took in a deep breath. Night time was the only time he could see into her unprotected, unconsciously spoke thoughts. It was the one time he could kind of understand what was going on in her mind—as she was the only person that his ‘talent’ couldn’t touch…the only person that he couldn’t hear their thoughts, so he hated to leave there to feed--but he realized it was a must. Smiling crookedly he couldn’t help but let his mind run over the first few months they had known each other. It was so strange now to think he had ever wanted to stay away from the fragile girl who lay asleep on the bed. He would not give her what she wanted—he would not take her soul away from her. The thought alone made him grimace—she was too good, to pure, and no matter how selfish he was he would not take that away from her, no matter how much he wanted to hold onto her forever. It doesn’t matter anyway. he thought to himself. I won’t live much longer than her anyway sighing he shook his head. It was getting about the time that he would have to leave. He wanted to hunt before daylight—before he would see the girl again. Standing up he took in a deep breath, the burn was evident proof it was indeed time to hunt. At least the monster didn’t bother him any longer—just the annoying burn to deal with. He was out the window and over twenty miles away from the house in less than a few minutes time. Running was second nature to him, and the path he headed how he could almost make with his eyes close—no, he could make it with his eyes closed. He would go hunting, but first he needed to stop at his house to change clothes…Besides he thought he would see if his favorite sister—Alice—would like to go hunting with him. Reaching the house he wasn’t surprised to see the small vampire waiting outside for him. We’re going hunting she thought rather than said. There really was little point in speaking out load when it came to Edward. Nodding once he headed upstairs to change before they both took off into the woods behind the house. They would hunt down a pack of elk, feed and be back in plenty of time before school. Leaning against a tree Edward, already feed, watched as his sister stalked around in a manner that looked more like dancing than anything else. You’re picking her up again today. the bell like voice echoed in his head, causing him to sigh. “Yes.” He answered, though he knew it wasn’t really a question. When are you going to ma “Alice..” He growled cutting off her thoughts. He already knew where her thoughts were going before she finished them—the vision Alice had had was still clear as if he had just seen it. Bella, white as marble and eyes glowing red; she was wondering when he was going to give up and let Carlisle turn her. He wouldn’t—that vision would never happen. “I won’t allow that vision to come true…” He said stating his own thoughts, his voice cold and holding a sharp edge to them that make it clear he wasn’t going to have this discussion. The small figured sighed but pushed her thoughts elsewhere while she finished hunting. ~~~ Climbing into his Volvo he ignored the thoughts from Rose as he started out the drive. She was still bitter it seemed—he wondered when, or if, she would ever get over it. Probably not He answered his own question with a light chuckle. It was sad, but funny. Rose loved Emmett but she would have given it all up to have what Bella had, what Bella wanted to give up so that she could spend the rest of forever with Edwards—but that wasn’t all of it, that wasn’t what Edward found funny. What the Bronze haired male found funny was that Rose was jealous of Bella—jealous because, despite the fact she didn’t care for Edward any other way than a brother—Edward had found Bella beautiful when he had had no attraction at all to Rose. Rosalie was so vain. The drive to the chef of polices house was short and familiar. Parking outside of the small two story house Edward cut the engine. Climbing out of his car he moved, faster than the human eye could see, to the door. No one was around so he seen no point in acting human. Knocking on the door he waited. He could hear the girl inside eating but he wasn’t so rude that he would just barge into her house—at least while she was awake. Shaking his head he had to remind himself—she knew he stayed now, it wasn’t strange—she wanted him there….even if that in itself was strange. He still couldn’t figure out why the human female would want him—a soulless vampire—to stay close to her. But he was thankful, if not a little sad at the same time, for it. He stood waiting, a smile on his face as he listened to her inside. http://www.fanpop.com/images/category/6379_100_100.jpg No, you'll never be alone When darkness comes I'll light the night with stars Hear my whispers in the dark |
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