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-Introduction-

My name is Elle and I am eighteen years old and live in the good ol' south. Does this mean I talk like a country hick? Sometimes, yes. Does this mean I write like one? No. Does this mean that if you piss me off, I have a shot gun which sleeps by the bed? Damn straight.

Haha now then. I am studying to be and Physics Teacher in High School, so I consider myself very learned in the ways of English. However, I am not perfect. I tend to type very quickly, so occasionally, a slip or two will appear. However, do not expect to find my writing ravaged in spelling errors. I use grammar, punctuation, and capitalization. Aside from OOC conversation, I do not use emoticons or asterisks.

Also, when I am writing, I write four to twelve paragraphs. Big stretch, right? I have the capabilities of an advanced literate. However, most of my advanced literate partners have a very naughty habit of replying only once from anywhere between a week and a month. It is very, VERY aggravating. I will respond to you within a week. Generally, if I'm liking the way the rp is going, immediately or within the day. If I'm having a brain block with the rp or am really busy, generally three to four days. If I will take longer than that, you will know.

So, on that note, I also accept literate partners. As long as you post four or more paragraphs, I'm not going to hackle you. And if you want an example of paragraphs, just look at mine and use your own judgment. If you have one huge paragraph, for one you probably put too much in it, but if it's that big, you only need one or two more paragraphs to accompany it. Just please do not send me one huge paragraph. And by the way! Dialogue does not just run in a paragraph. Each person gets their own paragraph per set of dialogue.

And before you go ahead and read further. If you take longer than four to five days to respond to me, I will generally send you a sweet little PM to make sure you haven't forgotten about me, deleted the post, or that we have both become victim's of gaia's skitzoness. If you are going to be offended by that, go away. I am generally a very sweet person online. Which is odd, because I can be a royal you-know-what in real life. So normally, it takes a lot to make me mad, and even if you irritate me, I probably won't say so.

Okay, I think that's everything really. If you want to know more about me or how I write, just send me a PM.  

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-Rules-


--- No chat speak or text talk
--- Be kind and courteous
--- Let me know if you will be gone longer than a week
--- No instant love
--- PM me if you want to rp and include
-----------))Name
-----------))Literacy Level
-----------))Plots interested in
-----------))Feel free to include your own ideas
--- Write at least four paragraphs
--- Understand proper English and writing
--- Help me with plot set up and development
--- No perfect characters
--- No passive characters (Even if your character is apathetic, I need him/her to help with plot forwarding)
--- I accept het only
--- If you ask very, very nicely and have a good plot, I will consider playing a male or doubling
--- I am not here to fulfill your sexual fantasies
--- First impressions are important. If I am uncertain of your capabilities, I may ask for a post  

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-Plots-

Me, You, and the Darkest Sky
Pairing:Vampire (me) and Werewolf (you)
Other Characters: child (either)
Time Period: medieval, Victorian, or modern
Rating:*****
Story: He was a strong and powerful leader; bold and courageously leading his pack through many years of turmoil and struggle. Suited in valor and cloaked in majesty, he has rode the tidal wave of pain and suffering and led his pack into a comfortable bliss, but not without its tragedies. He had been prepared for everything, everything, braving the world around him. What he had not foreseen was an attack from his own mate. She had been his everything. She was light to his darkness, warmth to his cold, hope to his emptiness. And in a moment, it was all gone. After the birth of their first child, his mate had become very paranoid and frightened. Late one night, she had left the den to meet with the coven leaders of her own will, bringing trinkets as a peace offering. She had wanted to stop the fighting between them, but she had been so foolish. A hot-tempered woman, she had attacked one of the vampires because of a remark he had made, and she had not lived through the night. In a furious rage, he had went into a maddening killing spree of all of the vampiric race, and only his little child had saved his soul from darkness.

She was calm and calculated, standing beside her creator as he effectively led their clan through hardship and success, but always keeping them alive and strong. She was beautiful, ethereal, bathed in moonlight and adorned in glittering stars, with a melodious voice and eyes like midnight. She knew pain. She knew death. Very intimately. As a human, she had been a loving and diligent wife and soon-to-be mother. The vampires then were few and far between, and even they knew very little about themselves. So when plague struck her village and destroyed everything in its path, her husband, her parents, her family and friends, her creator had come to her. She had been weak, dying, laying on her bed, barely able to move. The vampire had pitied her and turned her. But the poison which turned her also destroyed her. It had rid her body of everything living, everything human, including her three-month along unborn baby. Centuries she had spent in isolation and blood, grieving for her loss. Everything was gone. She had nothing left to her. Only two centuries ago did she return to her creator, who now was the leader of the largest coven in existence. She ruled alongside him as his adopted daughter. She was not bound by the laws of her kind, and she never called upon the debt to which he owed her for the loss of her beloved child.

One night, his little child leaves the den on a childish whim to explore and wander. But the child's scent is strong and sweet to the surrounding vampires, and they arrive within an instant. While the vampires are eager to kill the alpha's only child, she makes herself known and marks the child as her own, refusing to allow the others to harm it. In all of the centuries upon centuries of her existence, she has never shown so much as a twitch of feeling or anyone or anything. And so the coven does not challenge her when she take the child. But he is not about to let his mate's murderess to walk away with his challenge, and they both soon find themselves in a tangle of emotions and war and diplomacy, both of them just trying to survive and fill the gaping holes time and death have slit into their hearts.


Bars on the Windows and Bars in My Heart
Pairing: Werewolf or Vampire and a Hunter
Other Characters:
Time Period: medieval, Victorian, or modern
Rating: ****
Story: She/He has lived for countless of years, trained and studied and learned all that she/he could. She/He lived in a world of blood and death and carnage that seeped into her/his. She/He is a creature of the night, a creature of myth and legend and beauty. A powerful, purposeful creature who was never meant to be placed behind bars or be tracked down like an animal. So godly a being was never fit to be hunted and taken and locked away like a caged tiger. The hunter had found her/him one night, worn from battle and aching from several wounds. At first, the hunter had not known who she/he was, as she/he was in his/her human form in the darkness. But she/he had known who he was, and as soon as they realized it, he/she turned into their wolven form and tore off into the night.

They had had no hope of getting away. The hunter had soon sedated him/her, but could not bring themselves to kill something that was all ready so badly injured and brutalized. And so, the hunter returned with him/her to the hunter's home until the hunter could figure out what to do with him/her.

Between the fights and the screams, the hunter's home hardly sees any rest at all. The hunter has no idea if they would prefer to strangle him/her, or kiss him/her until they can't breathe. But the hunter hates himself/herself for wanting anything for the creature other than death and is certain that the creature feels the same. What the creature does feel, little to his/her knowledge is the same thing. A bitter hatred for themselves for hating them and wanting them with all of the passion in their heart. But there is more than just these two in this game. The coven/pack is not about to let one of their own be kept by a hunter, and now there is more than one hunter who would be glad to kill the creature's hunter just to take a swing at him/her and their pack.


Spiraling Out of Control (craving)
Pairing: Werewolf (you) and Human (me) - wolf pack
Other Characters: the pack
Time Period: medieval or Victorian
Rating: *****
Story: He had dedicated his entire life to the success of his pack, hardly thinking of anything else. Only the pack. He had already accepted that there would be no family for him, no mate, no children. He had seen the devastation brought to his parents when they had been torn apart, first by the death of one of their children, and then his father's pain when his mate was killed. He had all ready refused such a thing to happen to him, not allowing anything to distract him from keeping his pack safe.

She was bold and strong, a fierce and independent woman thanks to being raised by her father after her mother ran off with another man. The scandal had left a permanent scar on her family, both her father and herself. No boy would ever come near her when she was growing up, strictly reigned by her parents, and that had not stopped when those boys became men. The other girls were disgusted with her as a child, fearing that she would follow in the footsteps of her mother and steal one of their beaus. That disgust turned to rage and hatred when she grew up to become one of the most lovely and charming women that their town had ever seen. Raised in a world where everyone despised her, her only comfort was the woods around her home where she often went to escape from her town.

He had seen her there many times before, the only thing that could ever take his mind away from the responsibilities too impossible for one wolf. She was magic the way she fluttered around the glen, the sweet song of her voice, a sweet siren that beckoned him. The only thing that he had ever really noticed in this world aside from his pack and responsibilities as their leader.

But when his pack are discovered by the town, the town goes on a murderous rampage to wipe out the so-called monsters. Furious when his niece is killed, he sends out a large collection of wolves to wipe out the town. Everyone, men, women, and children alike. That is, until his revenge brings him to his dangerous little siren with a broadsword in hand, ready to defend the very people who had made her life a living hell since she was young. Rather than be intimidated, however, he continues the assault on the town and brings the human with him when he returns, not realizing that this little woman is much more than he bargained for, with her fierce temper, defensive nature, and saucy attitude, she is quite different than the strong but obedient women of his pack. But there is more blood to come. Other packs are pressing in hard, and word gets around to other towns about the pack of monsters which dwell in the forest.

Kiss Me Even if it Kills Us Both (craving)
Pairing: Angel (me) and Demon (you) / Arranged Marriage
Other Characters:
Time Period: medieval
Rating: *****
Story:She had everything that she could have ever wanted. She was the princess of one of the most successful kingdoms filled with beauty and grace--and land of angels. A place where music was heard throughout the white city and magic filled the streets, a familiarity that made this place home to her. And she was the beautiful diamond to this place. Her people loved her and her gentle ways and charming grace. She had a man who loved her with all of his heart, her fiance, her childhood companion. They were to be married in two week's time, but her whole world came crashing down on her when he arrived.

Within a week, the demonics and stealthily infiltrated their army and their city and taken siege over her castle. All of the sudden, she became a prisoner in her own home, always under the watchful eye of the demonic prince and his guards. Soon enough, they made their demands--merge the two countries through a royal marriage, or they would tear the angelic's home and people apart. Always dutiful to her homeland, she begrudgingly agreed. She and the demonic prince were to be married within a week, the day that should have been the happiest of her life with the man she loved now becoming the worst possible thing that could ever have happened to her. And worse still was that not long after they were married, she would be moved across the seas to the demonic's land.

He was cold and cruel, raised in the harsh ways of his people. He grew up without knowing love or comfort. All he ever learned was to sate his own desires. Money, women, power, blood, none of it mattered to him. If he wanted it, he would have it. And he had wanted her. It had been his father's long-standing plan to take over the angelic's land and merge the two countries into one as a way to slowly tear them apart and wipe the angelic out completely. He had expected her to be lovely and submissive and gentle the way all angelics were rumored to be. What he had not expected was a fiery tempered, astonishing young woman who was the image of every man's fantasy--one who on more than one occasion threatened his life and occasionally threw something at him.

She was a challenge to him, someone he could solve and conqueror. He did not anticipate that as their marriage continued and his father's diabolical plan began taking way, that his every thought would be of to protect this fierce but small little woman with everything he had in him when all he wanted was not to want her at all. And all the while, she has been working to save her kingdom and her people, seducing, sweet-talking, murdering, none of it mattered to her. Nothing but her people. But how long could she play tricks on her own heart to deceive herself of what was right before her very eyes?


Burn You Alive, the Ice in Your Eyes
Pairing: Prince and the Captive Noble
Other Characters: small son, healer, any others
Time Period:medieval
Rating:*****
Story:She was a woman of passion, of valor, raised alongside her older brother under the stern but steady guardianship of her father, the commanding general of the army. Second only to the king and his adviser, her father trained her to be a great warrior to defend herself. But even still, she could never join her brother in the army. It was still no longer a place for women. Her people were so few; the women needed to be protected so that they could produce the children so vital to her country's success.

That all changed the day her brother died. A captain of the opposing army slit his throat, and her brother died off the field some few hours later. With only the commander knowing, her friend, she took her brother's place, claiming to be a mute to hide her feminine voice. For years more she trained, leaving her childhood and becoming a soldier. And then the time came, and she took her revenge, killing the heir to the throne in battle.

He was a calculated and cunning prince, raised with the finest scholars and tutors. His older brother had always been more fool-hardy, rushing into battle when he wasn't rushing off with women. There was only one woman for the younger prince, a beautiful woman with hair like golden silk and eyes crystal blue eyes. But when his life seemed perfect, his new bride round with child, it all came crashing down. His wife died in childbirth, and as if his grief for her was not enough, his was forced to see her again and again through his son with dazzling blue eyes and flaxen hair.

With the death of his brother, he swore that it would end. The killing would end now, here. No more deaths from him. And so he traveled across the lands to the opposing army and challenged the general to a duel, the general agreed, but only if they dueled in the middle of their lands with no witnesses except for a man of each of their choosing. He agreed. After hours of fierce battle and struggled, he managed to unhelm the villain, only to find a woman with flaming red hair and emerald eyes too large for her face, purely feminine and wistful with a fire in her like he had never seen. Not long after unveiling her, she collapses, and he is unable to bring himself to kill a woman, so instead, he takes her back to his home as a prisoner, but his mother refuses to put a woman in the dungeon, knowing exactly who she is, that she is of importance and not wanting her to die. So she is set up in a room. But any progress he tries to make with the hot-tempered woman is destroyed with her angry outbursts and violent tendencies.

But the war is still raging on, and now others are being dragged into it. Although they may seem in their own little world in their castle, it is all about to erupt around them.