OfficerBooty
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- Posted: Sat, 14 Jun 2014 16:20:08 +0000
Hello everyone! I'm here today with a little bit of information! I'm a roleplayer. That's right, friends. A roleplayer who loves to write because they have little to no talent in art whatsoever!
So... what is this post about?
I want to write for you!
That's right, friends! Need help with that end of the year essay? I'll help you!
Need someone to read a piece of work or a roleplay response and make corrections? I'm all about that!
Want someone to just write a fanfiction or a little drabble for your character? You've come to the right place!!!!
I will write and edit for you... and all I ask is just a teeny little bit of gold to help me with my art quest. c:
Please quote me if interested!!!
Samples:
I almost forgot these were a thing. sweatdrop
RP:
Another RP:
So... what is this post about?
I want to write for you!
That's right, friends! Need help with that end of the year essay? I'll help you!
Need someone to read a piece of work or a roleplay response and make corrections? I'm all about that!
Want someone to just write a fanfiction or a little drabble for your character? You've come to the right place!!!!
I will write and edit for you... and all I ask is just a teeny little bit of gold to help me with my art quest. c:
Please quote me if interested!!!
Samples:
I almost forgot these were a thing. sweatdrop
RP:
This is an old post I made in a forum back in like... the beginning of 2013.
'Where the hell am I...? I feel like... like I'm drowning again. I can't breathe... somebody save me!'
Xeohelios awoke with a sudden gasp and he turned over onto his side to cough a few times. He'd fallen asleep on one of the rocks by the water once again and, luckily, hadn't slipped off like last time. He was known for being close to drowning most of the time, but it was usually in the pool of blood the manor had in the basement. Xeohelios slowly saw up, his claws dragging along the stone uncomfortably and he lifted his other hand to his head. "I wish I didn't have dreams that affect me outside of the dream too..."
Xeohelios looked out to sea as far as he could until the dark fog sort of blocked his view. The demon stood up, his slender form arching slightly so he could stretch. Xeohelios let his arms drop to his sides and he turned to climb the other rocks and get back to flat land, deciding it would be a good idea to walk back to the manor. "Where the ******** is everyone...?" Xeohelios looked rather displeased once he entered the doors of the manor. He looked around the wide open foyer and then down at his claws. He figured everyone was either out scoping the island for something to do or was somewhere in the manor. Xeo lifted his right arm, turning it over so he could look at the scars, before dragging a single claw horizontally along his wrist.
His lips made their way into a small and amused grin as he watched the blood flow from his arm and slowly drip onto the floor. Lifting the bleeding wound to his mouth, he licked at the blood and then made a content sound in his throat. This was what he feasted on as a main course, though, he usually liked attacking the other Phobias for theirs. His blood was his only source of protection, really, and even during fights he could kill himself. Blood was a powerful ability, but it had a limit. If he used up too much blood in his body, he would surely die until feasting upon more from a secondary source. Xeohelios tilted his head and the blood began to lift itself from his wrist, almost like it were being controlled by a psychological power of some sort, and it soon hardened into a small metallic blade able to cut things. He was sure entertaining himself, as always. "Hello?!"
'Where the hell am I...? I feel like... like I'm drowning again. I can't breathe... somebody save me!'
Xeohelios awoke with a sudden gasp and he turned over onto his side to cough a few times. He'd fallen asleep on one of the rocks by the water once again and, luckily, hadn't slipped off like last time. He was known for being close to drowning most of the time, but it was usually in the pool of blood the manor had in the basement. Xeohelios slowly saw up, his claws dragging along the stone uncomfortably and he lifted his other hand to his head. "I wish I didn't have dreams that affect me outside of the dream too..."
Xeohelios looked out to sea as far as he could until the dark fog sort of blocked his view. The demon stood up, his slender form arching slightly so he could stretch. Xeohelios let his arms drop to his sides and he turned to climb the other rocks and get back to flat land, deciding it would be a good idea to walk back to the manor. "Where the ******** is everyone...?" Xeohelios looked rather displeased once he entered the doors of the manor. He looked around the wide open foyer and then down at his claws. He figured everyone was either out scoping the island for something to do or was somewhere in the manor. Xeo lifted his right arm, turning it over so he could look at the scars, before dragging a single claw horizontally along his wrist.
His lips made their way into a small and amused grin as he watched the blood flow from his arm and slowly drip onto the floor. Lifting the bleeding wound to his mouth, he licked at the blood and then made a content sound in his throat. This was what he feasted on as a main course, though, he usually liked attacking the other Phobias for theirs. His blood was his only source of protection, really, and even during fights he could kill himself. Blood was a powerful ability, but it had a limit. If he used up too much blood in his body, he would surely die until feasting upon more from a secondary source. Xeohelios tilted his head and the blood began to lift itself from his wrist, almost like it were being controlled by a psychological power of some sort, and it soon hardened into a small metallic blade able to cut things. He was sure entertaining himself, as always. "Hello?!"
Another RP:
This one was in a guild.
