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I am very literate, but will role-play with anyone semi-lit or over. I can easily adapt to you preferred style of role-play.

I do Yuri, Yoai, and Het!

I can play more then one character. If my secondary character that you want is male, I can play that. Do this at your own risk- as stated above, I do not play males well.

Romance is in my role-plays. Only a few plots will I do instant love (or love already present.) Otherwise, I do not like insta love.

I do not have a posting size limit! As stated above, I will play with semi-lit or over! But that does not mean you cannot TRY. The more YOU give, the more I give! You post one sentence, you get one sentence. You post 5 Paragraphs, you get 5 paragraphs!

You first post though... That should always be your most detailed... describe your character!




I prefer e-mail, or PM.


AIM: demvaria
Yahoo: shantelsanptaniya
MSN: [e-mail]


E-mail - [e-mail]



Please read the following.

[ k e y ]

I use the scaling system.
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The more of those, the more I would like.
If stricken from the list, I do not wont to play this at the moment.
If it's bold like this I will be that position and or character

[ g e n r e s ]

Anime

Naruto [See following post.]
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Books


All Rated
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I will either play an OC or IC... Whichever you prefer

Dead Witch Walking - by Kim Harrison [See third post for first chapter of book.]
Anita Blake Series - by Laurell K. Hamilton [See third post for first chapter of first book.]
Meredith Gentry - by Laurell K. Hamilton [See third post for first chapter of first book.]
Kushiel - By Jacqueline Carey [See third post for first chapter of first book.]
Dark Hunter - By Sherrilyn Kenyon [See third post for first chapter of first book]
Sookie Stackhouse Series - Charlaine Harris
Wemon of the Otherworld Series - By Kelly Armstrong [ The First Book ]
Snow White, Blood Red - By Ellen Datlow, And Terri Windling as well as other various authours. [ See third post for the back cover of the book ]

If the book is listed with the accompanying first chapter in post three, I can e-mail you the whole book in E-book format for you to read (Free of charge) if you ask.

Other

Teacher x Student
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Fantasy
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Angel x Demon
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Vampire
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High School
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College
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Other plots [See following post]
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Feel free to ask me questions or ask for a different type of role-play not listed here.

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Naruto Role-play

Temari was sent out by Gaara to spy on the Akatasuki.... In doing so, she killed half her village to make her ploy believable. Now she must complete her mission to relay information back to her village about some of the most deadly people she knew.

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Russian Mafia

You’re in debt to the locals of this Russian community, mainly the high rollers who can get anything they please with a bit of force. I'm your girlfriend, we've been in a relationship for some years now and live together. Every time those men come to see you, I get scared- the way they keep throwing glances my way terrifies me. What have you gotten into, and above all... What do they want with me?

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A battle between the gods...

The God of light and purity has a hard gaze, accepting few into her domain. The rest are cast away, and taken in by Him- A god of the sensuality and darker pleasures... Blood, teeth, nails... They are all to His tastes. Many though who get accepted into Her domain wish to be free as they find it far too much for them... So when one of Her people flee, running to find solace in the land of her opposer, the two gods clash over the fight for who was to keep the fore saker... The scales are so even as they hang in the balance, whoever gains this last woman would finally have their triumph over the other...

Even gods have to use people.

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Slightly Sci-Fi

It's the near future, 2050... Gas prices are so high it's like a choke hold on the world- only the richest of the rich can afford to drive anywhere. The world has reduced it's self down to almost total ruin. We're not the good guys... but we definitely aren’t the bad guys either. We're more a neutral standpoint, to be honest. But bad stuff just seems to keep heading our way since the time three years ago that I met you. Constantly running, we have to work hard just too simply live.

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Married to the Mafia

The wealthy but simpleminded heir to a billion-dollar fortune receives her benefits when her businessman father meets a rather nasty fate. She is warned to stay away from areas known for high mobster activity. Of course, one night she went out with her supposed friend, who got her drunk and when she passed out, handed her over to the Mafia. Now, she's being held hostage in the mob boss' home, kept in her room with little social contact with the exception of the mobster's themselves.

Plot edited by me. To view the original plot, please visit Isideout Disorder's thread...

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Tense Times

Isurian is rich... Powerful.. and Leader of a gang. Moving from Ireland, He built his business in the heart of New York. The onyx colored glass building rose imposingly into the air, and a steady stream of employs filtered through the door at almost all hours of the day. Many people would love to kidnap the man... Ransom him.. get the big bucks- But when a man hasn't been seen since the building of his skyscraper, It's a bit hard to complete. The only people to ever lay eyes on the powerful leader seems to be his assistant, and his great-great-great granddaughter. [Either of these characters will be kidnapped and ransomed, or whatever you would like to do with them... But I warn you, both are dangerous. Both are always armed, and both have no qualms with death.]

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*NEW*
A Serial Killers Dance
*NEW*

You've has gotten wind of someone.. Like you. A female, supposedly smart enough to find her prey and good looking enough to find their way into their homes. But she'd recently killed someone a bit close to you, one of your cousins.The reason was unknown, but they'd found the poor man with his throat slit wide open and a spray of blood that had covered the wall in front of him. The only way the cops knew it was The Lover? a single heart that had been meticulously carved into the males cheek.

[Plot requires participant to be a serial killer. ^-^]

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DEAD WITCH WALKING
By
Kim Harrison

Back Cover reads-


"Your death is going to be a pleasure for both of us, Rachel Mariana Morgan. Such a twisted way to die—in pleasure."

The air blurred before me, and I staggered as I realized the thing had changed again, now into a tall, sophisticated young man dressed in a formal frock and coat. Was it a vamp? A really old vampire?
"Perhaps you're afraid of pain?" the vision of an elegant man said, its accent now proper enough for even Professor Henry Higgins. Grinning, it picked me up and threw me across the room.
My back hit the cabinet with enough force to knock the air from me. The clatter of my knife on the floor was loud as my fingers lost their grip. Struggling to breathe, I slid down the broken cabinet and was helpless as the thing lifted me by my dress front.
"What are you?" I rasped.
It smiled. "Whatever scares you."


First Chapter


MERRIDETH GENTRY
Book one - A Kiss Of Shadows
By
Laurell K. Hamilton


First Chapter


ANITA BLAKE
Book one- Guilty Pleasure
By
Laurell K. Hamilton

First Chapter


DARK HUNTER
Book one - Fantasy Lover
By
Sherrilyn Kenyon

Prolouge-

Possessed of supreme strength and of unrivaled courage, he was blessed by the gods, feared by mortals, and desired by all women who saw him. He was a man who knew no law, respected no quarter.

His skill in battle and his superior intellect rivaled the very names of Achilles, Odysseus, and Heracles, and 'twas written that not even the mighty Ares himself could ever defeat him in arms.

As if the gift of the mighty War God wasn't enough, 'twas also said that on his birth, the goddess Aphrodite kissed his cheek, and secured his place forever in mortal memory.

Blessed by Aphrodite's divine touch, he grew into such a man that no woman could deny him her body. For when it came to the Art of Love, he knew no equal, his stamina far beyond that of any mere mortal man. His desires hot and wild, he could never be tamed.

Or denied.

Golden in skin and hair, and flashing the eyes of a warrior, 'twas said his presence alone was oft enough to satisfy women, and once touched by his hand they would become blinded by pleasure.

None could stand against his charm.

And so out of jealousy came a curse to endure. One that can never be broken.

Like poor Tantalus, 'tis his plight to forever seek his satisfaction, and never fulfill it. To yearn for his summoner's touch and to bring about her complete and utter pleasure and satiation.

From full moon to full moon, he will lie with her, make love to her, until he is again forced from this world.

But beware, for once his touch is felt, it is branded into his lover's memory. No other man shall ever satisfy her again. Because no mere mortal male can compare to a man of such beauty. Such heat. Such intrepid sensuality.

Behold the cursed.

Julian of Macedon.

Hold him to your breast and call for him three times on the wings of midnight under the weight of a full moon's light. He will come to you then, and until the next full moon cycle, his body will be yours to command.

His only goal will be to please you, to serve you.

To savor you.

In his arms, you will learn true paradise.

First Chapter


KUSHIELS LEGACY
Book one - Kushiels Dart
By
Jacqueline Carey

First Chapter


Snow White, Blood Red
Various Short Story's
By
Ellen Datlow, and Terri Windling

Back Cover reads-

Once upon a time, fairy tales were for children... But no longer.

You hold in your hand a volume of wonders - magical tales of trolls and ogres, of bewitched princesses and kingdoms accursed, penned by some of the most acclaimed fantasists of our day. The these are not bed time stories designed to usher an innocent child gently into a realm of dreams. These are stories that bite - lush and erotic, often dark and disturbing mystical journeys through a phantasmagoric landscape of distinctly adult sensibilities ... Where there is no such things as "happily ever after".

[ To Publishers Weekly review ]

Black Heart, Ivory Bones
By
Ellen Datlow, and Terri Windling

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Various roleplaying posts that I am impressed by, and proud of on my own part....

Naruto Roleplay

Temari could feel her skin crawling. blood clung in flakey patches over her flesh... she'd done all she could to scrub most of it off, but it some things only a long soak in hot water would fix. shrieks still played through her mind like the fading chimes of a bell. She'd killed so many people just a few days before. Just so she could do this mission. A long slash ran through the symbol on her headband, declaring her an outlaw.

"Sometimes, Gaara.... I hate you." she whispered to herself, a hand running through her blonde bangs momentarily. Dust clung to her stubbornly, kicked up from the dry paths she'd been transversing for the last few days.

She was less then two hours walk away from the Akatasuki's base, and her blue eyes lost all of the look of sorrowful resignation they'd carried for the last days, and reverted to a look of alertness. she was on guard. this close to so many powerful nins, in truth it scared her a bit... though she would never admit that.

Several miles back, a man was following her... A member of the hidden sand, a messenger. Temari could just hear Gaara chuckling at her position. The b*****d.

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"Temari, you’re going to go information hunting. I am sure you’re aware of Uchiha Itachi? You’re going to become rather close to him, I think. I need to know more of him." Temari had stared at him in shock, as Gaara had spoken. The Kazekage was speaking casually, and it irritated her to no end.... his tone never changed as he told her exactly what she was to do.

She was to slaughter families, leaving only a few members of each, throughout her whole village in seemingly cold blood. She was to betray her village, and leave to join the Akatasuki. There, she would pass information on to a messenger who would come to check up on her once a week, of what was happening in the Akatasuki's group, and about Uchiha Itachi in particular.

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Another shiver ran through Temari as she walked, and the blonde did not look happy.

Angel x Demon

Sapphire Guilt

((Alright, mind you, it might be a bit long.))

Screams of torture and pleasure echoed throughout the lands. The sky had started to rain down brimstone, fiery clouds covered their sun and moon. Seven demons walked the barren desert, each of them, an incartion of each of the seven sins.

Beezlebub, a monster of a thing, zoomed in and out of the group. Bascially a giant fly, in each hand, he held a weapon, all of them rusty and jagged, coated with blood, except for the hands that held food, always showing that he was truly Gluttony.

Asmodeus, the cause of this mess, rode on his trusted mount, a goat. A loud bellow came from the lion head, a neigh from the horse head, a "baa" from the goat, and some mumbling from the one that slightly resembled that of a human's.

Belphegor rode on Beezlebub, snoring. Being Sloth, what else could he do. His tail whipped from side to side, his beard oddly waving in the wind, short though it may be. His horns jammed into Gluttony's exoskeleton, though, he paid no mind.

The great Leviathan slithered next to them. Also known as "the twisting serpent," he hissed as they approached the portal into the angel world. At the end, instead of a rattle, it slightly resembled the end of a trumpet, a horrendous sound coming from it when he did "blow it," envious of the birds and snakes that souned better then him.

Mammon, flew above them all, his talons flexing. His tattered wings beat rapidly, trying to stabilize himself. His beak snapped at everything that came near. He swooped down at every village they passed, Greed simply being himself.

In the front were the two that were most infamous. Satan and Lucifer themselves. They looked entirely human, except for a few features.

Satan had flaming red hair, and eyes to match, the anger always burning inside him. He never smiled, the only thing close is the grin or smirk he put on every time he lashed out at someone or something, causing his clothes to be splattered with blood, though, you wouldn't notice, his clothes red as well.

Lucifer was the, of course, the most attractive. He had raven black hair, bangs covering his calm, violet eyes. He wore all black and the only thing that distuingished him as a demon was the tatoo on his back, his own face, half human, and half demon. The demon, long-horned and a dark-red, coming out at in-appropiate times.

They soon arrived at the portal. Lucifer and Satan, being able to fit in the most, decided to enter the angel world while the others entered the human world. The two entered last and knew it would be a while until they were able to enter, knowing that the angels were very protective now-a-days.

Esachasa

She was fair- No, Beautiful was a more appropriate word. Eyes shaped like almonds, lightly slanted at the corners. They held orbs of the burest blue, a pale crystaline blue akin to ice though despite their color they held warmth. Her hair was silking, and falling in tumbling curls that shone brightly. The rest of her locks were pulled back away from her face, only a few whisps fighting free of the loosely done braid that caressed down over her back to the crest of her a**. Her skin was alaster, pure as untouched snow- only one fault touched her skin- A simple tatoo of ink still graced her arm. The tatoo would have disapeared after she shed her body, if it were not for a significant amount of emotion that was invested into tthat one simple star over her arm. It kept her from looking completely unreal, as well- It gave her beauty a touch of humanity. She was beautiful in the natural vision, though she payed her looks no heed. They were naturaly as they were without any primping on her part.

As beautiful als she was, however.... There were others around her, more beautiful in their own way though none showed even the lightest touch of vanity. They were the true angles, with wings that would spread to reveal a pure glory of feathers if they wishes it. But Jellisia was something.... Other. She was close to ascending, very close. Born a fey, she'd chosen the path of good. Angels were made from the most pure of Fey as some demons were made from the most wicked of her kind.

The wemon were seated by the gate, her a spectater and the surrounding beautys the real deal as theymade certaining nothing passed thorugh their gates without The God's blessing.

(Stole her ancestery from the Sookie Stackhouse Series by Charaline Harris. Fey are born nuetral, and go either good or bad. through much work, they become either Angel or Demon. *nods slightly* She is nearly angel, even has the begining brush of wings on her shoulder blades, through it's only a light layer of feathering on each bone. http://www.deviantart.com/view/10000105/ That's the closest I could come up with for her description.)

Russian Mafia

Balthasar01

The sun had set for almost three hours by the time Damon had arrived at Lucifer, the newly opened, highly guarded night club. As he passed through the front doors the guard looked over his darkened sunglasses and nodded to him. He knew most of the muscle used in the city and most of them new him, either by meetings or working for him. Damon was close with the powerful around here and he was considered lucky for what he had. A girlfriend he had been with for a few years now and, of course, his connections.

Tonight he was meeting her in the club because he had some 'things' to do before hand. He passed through dancers and drunks to get to the main bar section hopping that she would be waiting for him. When he finally made it all he saw were some old girls that waited for a guy to come and take them. He shrugged and sat on the first open stool. He looked out to the front door waiting for her; he ran his fingers through his black hair as some of his connections entered looking for him.

Esachasa

Pepper finally arrived. It'd taken a while.. no matter how long she'd lived in this city, she never failed to get lost on the way to this club as she drove. Clenching the long overcoat closer to her, she nestled into the cotton warmth. It took a few long minutes for her to be able to convince the rather stern looking bouncer to let her pass the other people. The music blared and the place smelled of sweat, and faintly of sex. She took off her jacket so she could easily pass through. She threaded her way through moving bodies, passing easily to the bar, somehow escaping without a singer grope.

"Hey babe..." she smiled vividly at the sight of Damon, setting down her coat into the seat next to him. she kissed him in greeting, her hand already laceing a feathery trail down his arms before she took her seat. "What's up? Did you.. uh.. business go well?" She was in the dark about what he did, and had always been. She preferred not to know as was, believing for the most part it was none of her business unless he started sleeping around.

She'd twirled to order a shot from the bartender real fast, before se turned back around to face him. In the flashing strobe, she was beautiful. Her skin was fair, naturally so. With lips a natural shade of rose pink she rarely wore anything more the gloss. Her eyes were Smokey, a deep brown in color, her makeup delicately accenting her eyes. She'd leaned back, her elbows were propped on the bar. Her clothing was tight, and black to match the setting, only really halfway covering her- The only real covering she had on were her tight jeans that were tight enough that when she pulled closed the top button, her a** and things had begun tingling just seconds after. Black expensive heels completely the look, boosting her short stature of 5'2" up to a height of 5'8". she was beautiful, and knew it, as she idly twirled a stray lock that's fallen from the messy bun she'd confined them to with a mahogany chop stick.

Slightly Scifi

Anonymous

(This would be more complete... but my archive seems to have eaten a lot of my posts! These first posts are purely from him.. as my own posts have died and gone to heaven, and aren’t there! Imagine my frustration! They were so good too!)

Yesterday had been hell for them both, he had sent her ahead to find a place to stay that would be out of the crime lords reach, unfortunately, their plan had backfired and the cops were waiting for them. They had killed two just to escape , he hoped they had been corrupts, killing innocent cops was bad business, especially for a run-away like him. The night was cold, for summer it was no longer an oddity, the smog and pollution in the air had kept all of what was once Los Angeles, a hot thriving city, into a dark foreboding landscape with run down apartment buildings and malls that now looked like fortresses. The rich were rich and the poor were usually found dead in their own sewage. Bastion had stolen some week old bread and found a bottle of water. Sixteen ounces of rejuvenating fluid, he was lucky to find anything that wasn’t booze. Normally he would settle for a cocktail of piss, moonshine and a kick to the face but he was tired, and his girl needed rest. Slipping into the basement of a shoddy hotel, he nudged her sleeping form and whispered to her about their dinner. Bread and water.


(Small summery of my next post- She ate the bread after waking up.)

He broke a piece off, unlike fresh moist bread, it crumbled and some of it fell to the floor, he wondered if the rats would even bother to come out of hiding to grab up the particles he had dropped. Rats- now that was a fine meal when you had nothing but air to live on. He offered her the water as well and whispered as he followed the path of her gaze. “Drink this Rimia, the bread is stale. “When he spoke to her, his eyes always looked at her, whether it be her shoulder, her hair or her eyes, he never took his eyes off her when he spoke to her, his own dark orbs shimmered as the faintest of lights reflected off her eyes and into his. His long hair was like a shroud that seemed to cover his front and back making it almost impossible to determine if he was a girl or not, sometimes they would use it to their advantage and manipulate the drunks who had more money then they needed. She could take care of herself. But Bastion was the stronger one by far.

(she sniffed the water, and asked him where it was from.)

“They were giving out free water.” He gave her a heartening smile. Although he never lied about things, sometimes he tried to make light of what seemed depressing, when he said free, it usually meant that the person who owned it, didn’t need it anymore, either they died or worse, got captured by the experimental scientist who rounded up homeless for their sick devices. His eyes looked over her frail body, sometimes he would get really sad and work harder to find her food but it was hard on both of them, he had resorted to eating anything had been cooked at least. The only meat he had not resorted to eating was human, he had seen what it had done to those who were crazy or hungry enough to do so. They went mad with blood lust and had to be killed. He gave her another smile as he noticed she was watching him.” Eat up, we have a big day today.”

("Oh yay, just as big as yesterdays day." complains in her mind about the fact the mattress was s**t, and she got dressed which gave me time to do a full description and show up the fact she's basically starving to death.)


He gave her a pout and smiled back when she smiled at him. He watched as she put on her clothes, his own clothes was now part of her own, his naked top was always glistening with sweat because of all the running and dodging he would do each day in order to bring her what food he could. They had traveled perhaps three blocks in a week, what would take ten minutes had become such a death ridden place that they had to be careful or something bad would happen to them. He stood slowly and placed his soft but dry lips upon her forehead and headed out, he was her unspoken guardian and he always had his eye out for her.” Can you move tonight? Or do you want to stay here for awhile longer? I can scout ahead and find us a new place. Hopefully someplace with less holes and more insulation.” He felt sad just then as the cold air blew across his body, she was dieing, at least he felt as if that was happening, she had gone from such a beautiful woman to a rag like doll, she was still beautiful to him, but to look at her pained him, but he would never let her know that.

(Much musing went on here.)

He had been gone for only a moment, but it seemed even a moment was long enough to disrupt the laws of nature. A wanderer had noticed him leave and had assumed either Bastion was leaving for good or had gone to get food. The man figured it was either a place to stay or he could take Bastions stash of food, if he had any. What the wanderer found was a thin girl who seemed weak enough to be overcome by his advances. His breath stank of stale liquor and his burly body stumbled into the door way of the basement. It was not unusual for women to be raped, or to be sold as sex for food or money, unfortunately for Rimia, the man had neither and would take her protesting or not. His beady eyes looked her over once more as he spoke to her in his slurred voice.

“Ello ter lil miss, might you be lost? Cmin lets hab a ball”


(She freaked out just a bit, and did her best to look regal.


See, you only get to see his side. WHY did it not save my side, I don't know.. but it irritates me.. because.. because.. It was so good! I was great! I swear it! *sobs* That was in Para form, btw.... Normally, I play that or less..... I don't care about either. Para can get a bit lengthy sometimes though, even though it's a nice challenge to my skills as a writer. Oh yes, later in the RP, she faints from the smell of her molesters body odor, and the fact he had an arrow protruding from his back.)

Original Plot

Character 1

Toph smiled. "Ah. Lack of power. Something I've never experienced except when my mate tried to steal it from me." she laughed, and stepped back from him, her feet not making a sound. She was the very embodiment of night. The Greeks called her Nyx, The goddess of the night. She just smiled now, her skin the color of darkness. Her children.. their names were known as well by the Greeks. She had produced them with her far distant brother, known to the Greeks as Erebus, God of Darkness and Shadow . These four were the telling of her first love back in the ancient times... and of her only love until now. She'd long since pushed away her brother and first true mate. Her children had long since left the demonises home. Aether, God of the 'Upper Sky ', ruling over space and heaven. He was the god, Bright and powerful. Made of air like she was of shadow. Eros, the God known to most now as Cupid... of love, but more so.... of lust. Charon, her other male child.. He was the gate keeper to Hades', a child hood friends, Home. Her last child, Her only female.. Hemera. Some thought in those ancient times of greece that Hemera, or as Liella as Toph knew her, was her sister. But truly, she was Nxy's only female child produced with Erebus. Hemera was her opposite, Goddess of Day as she was of Night. She was the child that Toph morned over most, the one who since her birth... she had never seen except in the briefest of glances, their domains being the purest of opposites. Day, and Night. Her last coupling, not out of love but of lust, was with Dionysus. Together, they produced Phthonus "Envy". Later, on her own through magics she and the earliest of Lucifers children alone could use , Toph gave birth to Momos "blame", Ponos "toil", Moros "fate", Thantos "death", Hypnos "sleep", the Oneiroi "the tribe of dreams", the Hesperides, the Keres and Fates, Nemesis, Apate "deception", Philotes "friendship", Geras "age", and Eris "strife". The weariness of her age, and her life as the fourteenth of Lucifer's children, showed only in lines, No demon should have there, that were placed on the corners of her eyes. They stood out like a beacon to another demon, if only because all knew ageing only touches those demons who's life has gone from bad to worse. This was why she was hid herself, Even now, covering herself with illusion. She was using her darkness, draped over her body like the tightest of dresses, to keep Luke's eyes from that touch of age that showed her turmoils, And those scars that showed her pains.

Character 2

Gabriel's eyes were wide, his lips open as his jaw dropped. Gabriel, who had not achieved his final release yet let out a low guttural moan just at the sights before him, taking them in with hungry eyes. His hands were smooth as they glided over himself, running his hands over his hard shaft of his own, wanting to join the two. Wanting to achieve that pleasure which he so desired. He moved very close to the two males, his eyes looking up at them. His face said everything. He wanted to join in. Wanting to take Jinrou into his mouth at least, if only to participate. the muscled male stared at them, his eyes wide with wonder. In comparison to the two males in front of him.. he was but a virgin. And this was agonizing almost for him.

Character 3

Ienda could wait no longer. Lust was running through her body, touching every limb and making it tingle with the sheer cut of anticipation. She bit her lip, stifling the purest of moans and looked at her master to hurry up. She did not possess the power to move throughout the ley lines. Biting her lip harder yet, she squirmed. And then her master rose, brought the woman, bare of clothing, into his embrace. The silk of the males robe was soft upon the carmel skin, and they were shifting through the ley lines, instantly outside of the large mansion where Baal lived with his pets, and the smell of the ever after flowing cleanly through the two beings noses. Almost instantly, in this land of his home, the elder, Glarthir, seemed rejuvenated.

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Hello...
Lmfao, Have I Messaged You Before?
My name is Demmy, and as I was perusing (wow, I seriously doubt I spelled that correctly. for that matter, I doubt it's supposed to be spelled. It might be spelled, I'm not quite sure without looking it up.) the Barton OOC I came across you. I thought to ask you if you wouldn't mind role playing a tad bit with me. Don't let this post intimidate you (It's long and prettified!! and scares a few people out of playing with me because they get the impression I'm.. well... Elitist. Or like... something else. *laughs*), I'm simply OCD or something and a perfectionist so It's a little fluffy and pretty. Truly, I'm only Full Lit to Advanced Literate on Role plays that are up to par to bring this out in me (Quality over quantity) - and definitely not an elitist (I'm to nice for that.. *laughs*)
I know, I know. Your probably wondering.... exactly HOW good am I? Well I am giving you a little clipping from one of my favorite roles so you can see me at my best (almost. my Best post has disappeared completely much to my overwhelming anguish and my partner isn't on line for me to see if she has it) - My worst is maybe 3 or 4 lines but usually not any worse then that.

Here ya go!!


Temari could feel her skin crawling. blood clung in flaky patches over her flesh... she'd done all she could to scrub most of it off, but it some things only a long soak in hot water would fix. shrieks still played through her mind like the fading chimes of a bell. She'd killed so many people just a few days before. Just so she could do this mission. A long slash ran through the symbol on her headband, declaring her an outlaw.
"Sometimes, Gaara.... I hate you." she whispered to herself, a hand running through her blond bangs momentarily. Dust clung to her stubbornly, kicked up from the dry paths she'd been transversing for the last few days.
She was less then two hours walk away from the Akatasuki's base, and her blue eyes lost all of the look of sorrowful resignation they'd carried for the last days, and reverted to a look of alertness. she was on guard. this close to so many powerful nins, in truth it scared her a bit... though she would never admit that.
Several miles back, a man was following her... A member of the hidden sand, a messenger. Temari could just hear Gaara chuckling at her position. The b*****d.

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"Temari, you’re going to go information hunting. I am sure you’re aware of Uchiha Itachi? You’re going to become rather close to him, I think. As close as possible. I need to know more of him." Temari had stared at him in shock, as Gaara had spoken. The Kazekage was speaking casually, and it irritated her to no end.... his tone never changed as he told her exactly what she was to do.
She was to slaughter families, leaving only a few members of each, throughout her whole village in seemingly cold blood. She was to betray her village, and leave to join the Akatasuki. There, she would pass information on to a messenger who would come to check up on her once a week, of what was happening in the Akatasuki's group, and about Uchiha Itachi in particular. She was to kill so many, just for information about one person. It was... wrong.

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Another shiver ran through Temari as she walked, and the blond shinobi did not look happy.

Oh, and here is another...

She flashed a quick smile in the direction of Luke as he took his leave. She then came back to Davey. her power was a thrumming thing, live on the air and almost palatable in it's intenseness. She was darkness. She was lust, desire, and the heat of the night as it pressed around you beneath cools sheets. She let out a low growl, her hands moving down Daveys body. Anything he was wearing was now long gone, torn and ripped away leaving him as bare as she. She caressed and gripped, and felt and enjoyed. "Mine." she growled, even as he pressed into the heat of her body whether he was willing or not. she fed off of his lust, his pleasure as he was drowned in the tightness and heat. "You are mine." her teeth sank into his neck, and she licked away the blood for a moment even as her body moved. then her pressed the darkly scented flesh of her delicate neck to his mouth. She wanted him to drink, and gain that power for darkness that he so desired, that was pulling through him and pulling him more then her powers of lust every could.



As far as things to play? I've plenty. My favorites? The naughty ones. No! You pervert! Not that type! I mean the crimes...
You know...
Mafia! I've got 3 different plots for those..
Oh! And if your particularly sadistic (my type of person!) with a ...hopefully... suppressed urge to become a serial killer, I've the perfect plot for ya, darlin'!
But, if none of that's your cup of tea I can make another in a flash just for you...!
Haha, But back to Naughty- (The kind your perverted mind thought about first. Psssht, Get yourself out of the gutter.) That's good too! -_-;; That doesn't mean that I want teh cyberz! XD No! I will kill you, and throw your body into a meat grinder before I do that. Would say that I'm sorry, But I'm not! XD





Here's my thread just so you know. That is the main roleplay request thread and has all the plots I have as well as examples.



Now, if you want to be a good little pet you'll pay attention to this. I am looking for Masters and Slaves at the moment. This is for something called Gorean. If your into the whole naughtyness thing as far as that, and like the stuff like that... then darling this might be the thing for you. as I said, I need both Masters AND Slaves so if you are EITHER let me know and I will tell you more about Gor. Check this thread as well.

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