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Bitter Ambrosia Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 12:10 pm
Death has many consorts, male and female. Some he favours highly, others he does not. Those he does favour get to go out and do jobs for him. Those that he does not favour get to stay in Hell and command the legions of sinful souls. In this RP, you will get to play his consort. I will play Death, as well as one of his consorts. It does not matter what gender your character is, and I will decide who Death favours and who he does not based on your first few posts. The consorts could concievably fall in love with each other, and Death does not care, so long as they serve him whole-heartedly. Just make sure that when Death summons you, you are present right away...
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 12:12 pm
RULES: 1. This is not to be a ridiculus RP. You will have to keep your characters serious, and please, do not make them hyper. 2. No sex. Take it elsewhere out of Gaia. Do not do it in the forums or I will kick you out of this RP. 3. Follow TOS. 4. This is a semi-lit RP. You must have four or more sentences unless you hit a writers block, in which case we understand. 5. Have fun! 6. PM all character skeletons to me as well as Mrs Yachi. Title the PM: Ninja Moneys. Also, please do not use characters that you use over and over again. Make up something new.
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Bitter Ambrosia Vice Captain
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Bitter Ambrosia Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 12:13 pm
CHARACTER SKELETON: Gaia Name: Character Name: Character Age: Character Gender: Brief Bio: ((This is how the person became Death's consort.)) Special Skills: ((One or two spells at the most, skill with a weapon.)) Weapons: ((One or two at the most.)) Appearance: ((Pic preffered.))
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 12:13 pm
Kill me. Slice me to bits. Give me no quarter. Make me bleed. Or else... I might do it myself.
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Bitter Ambrosia Vice Captain
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Bitter Ambrosia Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 12:14 pm
Bulletproof By Kerli
Just a simple touch, Just a little glance Makes me feel like flyin'. But where are you tonight? Something isn't right, Can you please stop hiding?
I'm trying not to think about All the things you did before, But sometimes it all just gets to me. I can't take it anymore. I'll stay with you, But remember to Be careful what you do, Cause I'm not bulletproof.
In your secret place, Staring into space, Leaves me feeling frozen. I just need to feel, that what we have is real. And I'm the one you've chosen.
I'm trying not to think about All the things you did before, But sometimes it all just gets to me. I'll stay with you, But remember to be careful what you do be Cause I'm not bulletproof.
Ref.
Be careful what you say, Be careful what you do. I'm not bulletproof. I'm not bulletproof
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 12:15 pm
The Bells- Stanza IV Edgar Allan Poe
Hear the tolling of the bells-- Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tones! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people-- ah, the people-- They that dwell up in the steeple, All aone, And who, tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone-- They are neither man nor woman-- They are neither brute nor human-- They are Ghouls: And their King it is who tolls:-- And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A paean from the bells! And his merry bosom swells With the paean of the bells! And he dances, and he yells; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the paean of the bells-- Of the bells:-- Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the throbbing of the bells-- Of the bells, bells, bells-- To the sobbing of the bells:-- Keeping time, time, time, time, As he knells, knells, knells, To a happy Runic rhyme, To the rolling of the bells-- Of the bells, bells, bells:-- To the tolling of the bells-- Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells-- To the moaning and groaning of the bells.
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Bitter Ambrosia Vice Captain
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Bitter Ambrosia Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 12:19 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 12:20 pm
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Bitter Ambrosia Vice Captain
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Bitter Ambrosia Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 12:21 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 12:22 pm
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Bitter Ambrosia Vice Captain
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Bitter Ambrosia Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 12:23 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 12:24 pm
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Bitter Ambrosia Vice Captain
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Bitter Ambrosia Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 12:24 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 12:27 pm
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Bitter Ambrosia Vice Captain
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Bitter Ambrosia Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 12:28 pm
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