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Personal Information:

Name: Chris (Christie) G. Rieux (Kris Ree-oo)
Age: To be frank, she doesn't remember. However, she looks like a twenty-five year old.
DOB: It would be October, but after the Roman months were added, it is now December || Thirtieth
Gender: Female by nature's right. Male in eyes of most due to her appearance.
Species: Basilisk
Occupation: Job? Of please, Chris is the owner of the hotel.
Sexuality: Power is her lover. Romantically speaking, she is pansexual.

Eyes: Bloody red
Hair: Snow white
Height: 5'8''
Weight: 132.5 lbs


Little Knowledge:


Born in the deepest pits of the underworld, Chris initially had no name. Nor did she have a form to resemble a human. A vile creature who was capable of killing anything that even glanced at her crimson reptilian eyes. Not even the demons of the underworld could keep from her gaze. The devil obviously saw this as a major problem. 'Nemo' ('no name' in Latin) was sent to the human world to reign chaos. However, humans grew boring fast. Too fast. She needed and wanted to be with something more . . . well, resistant. It was desire that caused her appearance to change into a more human looking form. However, she wasn't satisfied.

Alas, living among humans seemed to be the only thing for her. She, being more . . . well superior (or so she believed) to humans quickly found loopholes to manipulate their minds for her own personal gain. As her wealth was growing, she was soon branded a 'witch' due to her crimson eyes. It was fairly obvious she was female after all. During those times, she knew that humans wouldn't be so easily manipulated. Instead, it was her who needed to change. And what better way to avoid being branded a witch than changing your own gender. She didn't mean it biologically. Simply cutting her hair, wearing baggy clothing and elongating her vocal cords when needed (she is a basilisk. It has its advantages) was enough to fool those sorry creatures.

Over time, the witch hunt faded. But she wasn't sure whether or not she should stop with the whole cross-dressing act. Reason being, her eyes were still crimson and could full well poison, if not instantly kill, one. Instead, she decided to keep with the act. Initially, she was living and thriving in Italy. However, near the beginning of the Renascence, moved to France changing her name to Chris and adapting the last name Rieux. Of course, her full name was meant to be Christie but most assumed (and still do) it to be Christopher. Living in France for so long and inspired by Rrench and Italian architecture, Chris decided to begin manipulating minds again to build a place like that.

Never would she have imagined that she would be owning a beautiful house such as the one she had. Eventually, she decided to expand it. And more. Until, she had one of the grandest and finest buildings. Still, something was off. The place she had built her house was swarming with the supernatural. Most people would have expected her to leave. But she was intrigued. Instead, she decided to transform her grand mansion into a prestigious hotel. But not just that, but a hotel for the supernatural and the supernatural only. Since the opening was at dusk, she appropriately called it the Dust Hotel.

All that happened a good few centuries ago. Now, more and more supernatural come in. Some even work there. Of course, she needed that help. Chris barely shows her face in public. She is known to be the mysterious man of the Dusk Hotel. Yep, even her employees think she's male. Now, she barely speaks in her normal tone of voice. Instead, she mostly appears to visit the guests should they have any questions or queries.


Extra Notes:



• Chris still retains her ability to transform into a basilisk. She hasn't transformed ever since the Black Death. Who do you think was responsible for setting the rats free to begin with?


• Chris has a very obscure personality. No one knows her well enough to find out what she is like. Hell, no one knows her enough to even know she's female.


• Like any basilisk, Chris has the ability to instantly kill anyone who happens to make eye contact with her. In her human-ish from, however, she can poison them if she wishes to. She also has great physical strength as well as mental resistance to many who manipulate through the mind. The full extent of her powers have yet to be revealed.


• She has a hell-hound for a pet.


• She has the number '666' tattooed above her collarbone.


• She has a love for the sound of the piano and violin.





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❦xKai Yuuki Sanada
★ xxTwentyxxx ┋
analytical x worrisome x dishonest x rational
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xxxxxxx𝐼'𝑚 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑠: Vermilion, Cecilia Estelle
xxxxxxxx𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑: Sealie or Cecil
xxxxxxxx𝐼'𝑚 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝑎: assassin
xxxxxxxxx𝐼 𝑎𝑚 twenty-one 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑙𝑑.
xxxxxxxxxx𝐼 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑡: 5'6".
xxxxxxxxxxx𝐼𝑛 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑠: one hundred and twenty-five pounds.
xxxxxxxxxxxx𝑀𝑦 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒: vibrant brown
xxxxxxxxxxxxx𝑀𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑠: brunette

𝑃𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝐼'𝑚: Well firstly, Cecilia is a highly stubborn person. That's her most prominent trait. She just has to have the last say in an argument and will argue with you to the end over even the smallest and most trivial of matters. She doesn't care. She can be persuaded with good arguments but, due to her way with words, will easily convince you into thinking that you're still wrong and that she had been saying your right argument all this time. Confused yet? That's Cecil for you~

It's actually rare for Cecil to loose an argument. She is a very rational person who thinks every situation through before actually going through with that statement or action. Normally, Cecil wouldn't even get into an argument either. She usually is quite neutral on most things. If you do cause her to take a side . . . well, go ahead and read the paragraph above this one.

Despite her being a level-headed and rational individual, Cecil is a master at the art of lying. Seriously. She can lie and weasel her way out of situations almost effortlessly. And manages to keep a straight face through it all. The woman is a born actress. She is never straight forward about anything unless it is utmost needed and is highly secretive.



𝐼 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒:
xxx▶ coffee
xxx▶ green tea
xxx▶ the sound of the piano
xxx▶ birds
xxx▶ knives and blades. She's an expert on these things

𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑:
xxx◀ loud unneeded noises
xxx◀ bright lights
xxx◀ arrogance
xxx◀ ignorance
xxx◀ severe storms


𝐿𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 ♥: The Cranberries- Zombie.

𝑊𝑟𝑎𝑝 𝑖𝑡 𝑢𝑝:
• She can speak Latin


• She loves horseback riding and is quite good at it.


• Spicy foods are heaven to her taste buds.


• Oddly enough, she fancies walking on stilts as well.


• Even though she can't play the piano, she is often found nearby musicians who do because she enjoys the music.

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_____┋ballroom_____┋anyone in the ballroom, no one in particular_____┋if anything, then slightly intimidated
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Ballroom. Oh how she would just love to just skip that event. Alas, it was out of the question. Still, she was sure that she was late. That was . . . well, somewhat good, I suppose. In all honesty, even if she was posing as a princess, the last thing on her agenda was acting like one. So . . . what was she doing? Right now, she was holding the reigns of her albino horse as she rode through the forest towards the castle. The last thing she wanted to do was arrive in a slow moving carriage.

"I'm meant to assassinate my lovely prince. But there's no way in frozen hell that you're taking away my freedom," Cecilia repeated the words she had said to the maid before leaving. A content smile came to her face as she recalled the argument with her that she skilfully manipulated into her favour. Ah, she was so good at this. She deserved an award. She actually deserved an award.

"Whoa. Whoa," she called to her horse pulling the reigns to halt it. Turning her head, the brunette looked up at the castle that towered before her, it's height clearly intimidating to that of the damsel's. Cecilia took a silent breath before getting off her horse and fixing her dress. Hardly fit for a royal, her dress was. Still, it was the only one in which she could ride comfortably in. Anyhow, it would nonetheless (somewhat) suffice for a dress at the ball. Still quite scandalous compared to most dresses though. She bowed at the guards who approached her. One took her horse to the stables and the other escorted her to the ballroom.

Cecilia remained silent throughout what seemed to be an hour long walk. It was heavy. Still, Cecilia didn't mind it. Stopping at the gates of the ballroom. She turned to the guard and curtsied as a thank-you. She then stepped into the ballroom, her pointed heels clanking against the ground. Sure enough, she was late. Taking a glass of champaign from the nearby waiter. . . person (the proper term slipped her mind), Cecilia walked around looking at the people. She thought about interacting with them, but was honestly at a loss for words. Instead, she took her champaign glass and walked in a ladylike manner to the balcony where she leaned against the stone railing looking out at the view, which might she add, was beautiful.

_______O┋OC┋ i hope this was okay for a first post. i couldn't quite tell where to put her. so if anyone wants to interact with her, feel free c:

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xxx( ★ ) ❛ female
xxx( ☆ ) ❛ one-hundred and seventy centimetres / fifty-one kilograms / reddish-brown / vibrant brown with an orange-ish tint.
xxx( ★ ) ❛ february, fourteenth


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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❛ ★ █⋮ xgreen tea
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❛ ★ █⋮ xthe sound of the piano
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❛ ★ █⋮ xbirds
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❛ ★ █⋮ xthe language Latin

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❛ ★ █⋮ xloud, unneeded noises
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❛ ★ █⋮ xignorance
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❛ ★ █⋮ xarrogance
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❛ ★ █⋮ xsevere storms
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❛ ★ █⋮ xheights

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx it matters not how much water your pour; the glass will always be half-empty. ❞

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThe way you hate me



Okay, so . . . I hate being interviewed, Writing this honestly makes me feel like I am. I suppose I could pretend I'm writing a journal. But still! Either way, I don't suppose I'm going to get anywhere if I just rant about this. So, instead of beginning with the usual personality thing first, I'm going to start with my life story. Okay? Okay!

I might have a Japanese name. But I'm actually Half-English, Half-Japanese, my mother being Japanese and father being English. Honestly, I don't even know where he is. I barely knew him having only seen him in photos. Why, you ask?

I was conceived as a product of something I imagine to be a horrendous atrocity. Then again, so does most of society. I mean, a product of an unmarried and abusive relationship was something no child should ever need to bear the burden of. And yet here I am! Upon discovering that she was pregnant, my mother broke off the relationship and moved to the UK to start over. And then came 'lil 'ole me a few months later. It would have been three months later than my actual birthday. But mother's appendix gave way at a mere six months. That was life-threatening so I was born then and there by caesarian birth. However, it didn't particularly affect me save for the fact that I have considerably less stamina and a heart problem. Yes, I have a heart problem. It isn't anything severe. It's just . . . well there. Annnyway, after my birth, she ended up remarrying to another English gentleman. She knew that being a single mother would only be harder on us. My last name, however, didn't change. I'm not sure why. My parents never bothered to tell me the reason.

I grew up most of my life in the UK. At one point, at age five, I fell off my bike when learning to cycle and broke my leg. Oh dear god, I still remember the pain. I remember clinging to my step-father and mother crying that it hurt so much and asked them to make it stop. And then a tantrum followed the weeks later when I had a cast and could barely walk. Of course, I thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of getting that damn cast off. And then it was back to being an idiot and happy-go-lucky.

I don't know how, but time flew by. Before I knew it, I was here in high-school. And like the generic high-school girl, I got my first boyfriend during my grade 10 (sophmore) year. Back then, we were the envy of the school. It was beautiful. While it lasted anyway. Near the end of the year, the quarrels could no longer be simply brushed aside. Fighting became more frequent, though not to the point of abuse. I remained loyal nonetheless. However, it seems I wasn't good enough. I caught him kissing some girl from our class breaking my sixteen year old heart. I ended it then and there. But the scars of love didn't heal. I was clearly in no shape to fall out of love being so deep in it. I grew more and more distant from people. I grew more miserable by the day. So much for time being able to heal scars. That one event drove me to self harm. It got too much to bear even with the physical pain numbing the hurt. Instead, I turned to the next best thing: ending my life then and there. Suicide seemed to be such an easy way out. That was until I stared at the knife in my hand and realized I was too much of a coward to actually pull that off. It was ruled out the minute I dropped the kitchen knife on the floor of my room. Walking to my bathroom, I looked in the mirror and took deep breaths calming me down. Running hands through my hair and wiping my tears using s**t loads of tissues, I finally got some of my sense back.

From there, recovery was fairly quick. Kind of. My friends and parents gave me full support. It seemed that now, time could finally work it's magic. I was already in my grade 11 (junior) year. Recovery was going smoothly. I didn't even need counselling or rehab. I think I was just lucky enough to realize what kind of idiot I had been. Over one event and one guy!? Thank god he left the city soon after. That event seemed to be the only traumatic event in my life.

Oh how wrong I was.

Just a year later, two of my best friends, got in a serious fight. And I mean serious. Even I had no idea how serious it was until one finally spilled it. She said that the two girls, Carly and Hayleigh, had been doing drugs for the past few months. And now, because of the other, Hayleigh has police after her. Carly, on the other hand, says that it wasn't her but Hayleigh who started this whole s**t. I honestly didn't want to get involved. I had no insight knowledge about this whole drug thing. It soon became clear that this fight wasn't just going to be all 'I'm so sorry' 'I'm sorry too!' 'Let's be friends again!' type of thing. It was serious. However, during that time, I was busy studying for my exams. School did always come before friends. Selfish, I know. But I could hardly call them my best friends seeing that they had kept such a secret hidden from me, now could I? But I did care. How could I not? They were there to support me. In reality, I was torn. Who could I take the side of? Remaining neutral would just brand me selfish by my own moral conduct. While my moral indecisive dilemma reigned in my head, I was too blind to notice that Carly was truly guilty. It was eating away at her until the point she decided to hang herself. This threw both of us off. The suicide, I mean. Of course, we both attended the funeral, both feeling partially responsible for the tragedy.

Naturally, her death left me traumatised. Very traumatised. My parents, now worried, decided to look for another school. My father got a transfer to Japan that same year. So our entire family moved to Japan. I finished my schooling there and applied for university skipping college all together. I got in on all of my applied minors as well as my bio-chemical engineering major. Though at first, it was just engineering. I'm in my second year of university studying bio-chemical engineering. Life as of now . . . well, I live a little ways from the campus in a high rise apartment. I keep in contact with my parents who moved to Osaka. I have part time work at a local supermarket as well as weekend voluntary work at an animal shelter. Still, my English heritage lives on. Nonetheless, I'm more than ready to keep moving on. I have a simple goal of helping the world in one way or another. Hence my amount of voluntary work. Despite not being able to get into medicine, bio-chemistry is something that could be utilised into producing new drugs for diseases and conditions. There ya have it, my big bowl of moving on!

Okay, life story is now over and done with, yeah? Thank god! Now then . . . unfortunately, I ended up on an even harder question: a description of myself as a person. Okay . . . so, I'm going to start off by saying that I'm stubborn. Very. Stubborn. I'm capable of holding my own in an argument. Quite to extreme levels, might I add. Either way, it works right? So, I'm cool.

Other than that, I still show signs of trauma. I have a tendency of lashing out at people out of the blue. This is over the most trivial of things. But that's because I worry! I'm a worrisome person okay? After the events in my life, how could I not worry? When it comes to a situation that's truly critical, I'm a rational and analytical person who relies on reason, logic and moral conduct to get through it. Sometimes, though, I need to break my moral conduct. You see, I am a master at the art of deception and lying. If you can call me, I commend you. Seriously.

And . . . I honestly have no other words to describe me. Except perhaps the fact that I'm a person who's susceptible to negative emotions. It's rare that you'll find me happy or even looking towards a bright future and whatnot. I'll always believe the glass is half empty. In other words, I have a very pessimistic view on life itself. It however, isn't enough to lead me to kill myself. So . . . maybe I actually like the misery. In a very twisted way of speech.



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I Miss the Misery by Halestorm


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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThe way that you blame me!


Anime_Ghost Girl


❛ ┋ favourite hobby . . . er . . . I guess it's reading, mainly romance with a dash of erotica
❛ ┋ a dark secret. after reading about my past, you'd think it obvious, eh?
❛ ┋ heights. generic, yes. bit it's true.

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name - - Kai Yuuki Sanada
age - - Nineteen
gender - - Female
sexuality - - Bisexual
role in roleplay - - Priestess of Seiryuu
likes - - coffee; green tes; the sound of the piano; birds; the language Latin;
dislikes - - Loud, unneeded noises; ignorance; arrogance; severe storms; heights
hobbies - - Reading; horse-back riding, kendo
weapon - - Weapon . . . ? If anything, then her wooden sword
power - - The power to summon Seiryuu
crush - - No-one . . . yet


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age - - Eighteen
gender - - Male
sexuality - - Pansexual
role in roleplay - - Tasuki
likes - - Silence; Sunny afternoons; Cooking (surprisingly successful); Relaxing
dislikes - - Annoyance; Sweet foods; Rain; Cold weather
hobbies - - Relaxing mainly; somewhat cooking
weapon - - Katana
power - - To generate manipulate flames.
crush - - No one . . . yet


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◞☂ 'Ello all ~
My name is Anime_Ghost Girl. But you can call me
Ghost or Ghostie. I don't really mind. In case you
haven't figured out the purpose of this thread, it is to find a
good one x one or group roleplay. I know there are
tons of roleplays out here that need players. And if that roleplay
interests me, I'm going to join c:

◞☂ Sooo . . . I know you'd like to know about me, right?
Well, I honestly can't pin myself down to a literacy level.
If I had to, I guess I'd say I'm lazy lit. Now, lazy lit and semi-lit
are not the same in my book. Lazy lit, for me, is slightly
below literate but quite above the semi-literate mark.
Like I said before, this isn't set in stone for me. I can full
well, make advanced literate sized posts, should I be
required to do so. In terms of the number of paragraphs, I can
write usually four to nine good paragraphs, more if need be.

◞☂ I am usually on more or less
everyday. However, I am a student, so school and life does get
the better of me sometimes (yes, I know it's hard to believe).
I can reply almost everyday. I try my best. But it isn't everyday, that I feel
motivated to reply to anything. I don't like making people
wait. So, unless it's something urgent, I'll let you know
if I'm going to be off for a while. I hope that my partner will do the same.

◞☂ When it comes to one x ones, I
tend to mirror my partner's posts. Whatever you give me, I
sure as hell will try to give you back the same. I don't, however,
like one-liners. In fact, I hate them . . . with a passion. I have no
preference over PMs or forums. I will not, however, RP
outside of Gaia.

◞☂ Regarding plots, I have quite a lot swimming around in
my mind. But my mind is a whole mess of confused neurons
so it takes me a while to sort it out and get plots out.
I'm more than willing to listen to your ideas and plot
with you. I also like to talk during my roleplays. Don't
just RP, chat with me as well c:

◞☂ Samples
Interested? Feel free to quote me and post here or PM me.

[cozzie livs]

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▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ( ★ )xx x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x xQUIET LIKE THE SNOW


◞☂ The pairings

x x xThe pairings aren't in any particular order so . . . yeah. I'm
willing to do any of them unless they have a strike going through them.
That simply means that I'm already doing the roleplay or have recently
done it. The list below can apply for groups as well as one on ones.


◞☂ Band mate X Band mate/ singer
◞☂ Prince/Princess/Noble X Protector/ Thief/ Rogue
◞☂ Sister/ Brother X Older Brother's/ Sister's best friend
◞☂ Kidnapper X Hostage
◞☂ Assassin X Target/ Client/Assassin
◞☂ High School
◞☂ Post Apocalypse
◞☂ Fantasy creature X Fantasy creature/Human
◞☂ Army soldier X Refugee
◞☂ Your ideas

◞☂ Final Fantasy XIII/XIII-2/VII/VIII/X
◞☂ Inuyasha
◞☂ Naruto
◞☂ Bleach
◞☂ Kingdom Hearts
◞☂ Persona 3/4
◞☂ Ouran High School Host Club
◞☂ Hetalia
◞☂ Kuroshitsuji
◞☂ Harry potter
◞☂ Soul Eater
◞☂ Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
◞☂ Pandora Hearts
◞☂ BlazBlue
◞☂ Deadman Wonderland
◞☂ Fruits Basket

[cozzie livs]

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◞☂ Reserved for future

[cozzie livs]

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x x xѕнσω мє нσω тσ ѕєє тнє ℓσνє тнαт вяιηgѕ ѕєяєηιтуx x❞


tabtab Honestly, if he ever deserved a break, it would be now. Constantly. Mission after mission after mission! This was seriously getting annoying now. I mean, give the man a break! Okay, in all honesty, Neji didn't particularly mind being sent off on multiple missions. But it got to him when the multiple missions were a seemingly endless stream of missions. Did that make any sense to other people? He didn't care. It made sense to him and that was honestly all that mattered to him.

tabtab A breathy sigh escaped from the jounin's lips as he stepped through the gates of Konoha. It had been too long since he'd seen the village. Actually, how long had it been? A week? No, it seemed to be two by his count. Dear god, he needed a break . . .

tabtab It seemed that said break would need to wait. Neji raised an eyebrow at the sight of Shikamaru and Temari. "Chuunin exams? Aren't they over?" he asked raising an eyebrow. Shikamaru nodded which was followed by a rather brief as to why Temari was here. Neji 'paid' attention. In honesty, he was more focussed on reporting to lady Tsunade and hopefully get the rest of the (week) day off. Still . . . maybe that was a bit too much.

tabtab After finally getting loose saying goodbye to Shikamaru and Temari, Neji continued on his merry way towards the Hokage's office. Hopefully, he would get the day off. How many times had he said that now? None. How many times had he thought that now? Oh, he lost count seventeen hours ago.

tabtab Yeah, okay. So, Neji wasn't the one who would go around asking for vacations. But who doesn't get annoyed with these missions hitting you like scorching fireballs of agony!? Oh . . . the last mission got to him. Clearly. Not only to him. Currently Lee was practising how to deflect fireballs. Could that b*****d get any more annoying? Right, he'd let that go . . . kind of.

tabtab After reporting to Lady tsunade, he did get the rest of the day off. Thank the lord! So . . . what was he going to do? Simple. He was going to train. He was like Lee. But not so at the same time. Reason being, he found some type of comfort in training. Also, he was assured the fact that he would remain alive (for the most part). He ran a hand through his hair as he walked towards the training grounds.