Username:
AutumnrainChaos
AutumnrainChaos
Posting Frequency: Light to Medium.
Access Ability:
I'll need reminders. I have messengers to help me do that.
I'll need reminders. I have messengers to help me do that.
Genre Preferences: Not a big fan of Fanfiction. I like original rp's. However, if there is a fandom you really want to rp, I'll look into it. About the only one I can do is Supernatural, but I haven't seen season 9 yet.
Preferred Play Style:
No preference. I play all.
No preference. I play all.
Rp Skill Sample:
Quote:
Sam bit his tongue to halt the bitter words that threatened to escape at the command that he wasn't permitted to touch something that didn't belong to this dark-skinned man before him. If anything, it rightfully belonged to the red-head, but he'd behave himself for the moment, giving him a vile look with violet eyes glaring daggers. Nal'am didn't seem to care much for the hatred Samael was seething at him. Instead, he paid more attention to Ben and the clock, forgoing Samael as if the other didn't exist. Bothersome.
Nal'am laughed though, at Ben's statement. "Very little trust and faith, I see," he said, shaking his head. "I do not want anything in return for the information I hold as it is mine to share with the person who came to me with him." He cocked his head at Samael, receiving a light snarl. "He's peculiar about being seen as an object of desire, isn't he? I don't blame him, but it's hard in our world anymore to not have people and possessions be the same thing." Sam huffed in the stranger's direction, but Nal'am continued. His fingers played with the clock in his lap, the trinket ticking lightly. It was in, what seemed to be, fantastic condition albeit old. Samael's eyes stared at the device, a strong sense of longing visible. He wanted that badly, and he might just reach out and jump the dark-skinned fellow for it. Nal'am's eyes watched Samael from his peripheral vision.
"Baron," he said again. "You ask of Porter as if no one has told you anything. Is this true?" Samael averted the others eyes. "Ah I see. Samael fears many people, his trust is far worse than yours. Very well... if I may?" Samael narrowed his eyes instantly. Ezra didn't know squat, and this man... Well, gods only knew. "Quite a few years ago, Baron, two men began an excavation process in The Forgotten City. During their find, they discovered a world frozen in time, literally. It was a wonder to behold--" Samael stood and left the room to go and stand near the old hag, who tried to sell him something for his hair. He took it graciously and he tied it to hid the color, or tried to at least. Nal'am watched him go and stopped Ben from following. "Ah, seems I was going to far..."
He let Ben go and went to find Sam, leaving the clock in Ben's possession. "Do not lose it, let it be stolen or give it to the boy. He is not ready for it yet. When the time comes, you'll know." Ben was left to fiddle with the trinket, not much else having been said about it.
"Samael? I would like to give you a color to lighten your hair... if it is okay with you?" Nal'am was standing beside his grandmother-hag and the violet eyed boy, waiting for Ben to return to them.
Nal'am laughed though, at Ben's statement. "Very little trust and faith, I see," he said, shaking his head. "I do not want anything in return for the information I hold as it is mine to share with the person who came to me with him." He cocked his head at Samael, receiving a light snarl. "He's peculiar about being seen as an object of desire, isn't he? I don't blame him, but it's hard in our world anymore to not have people and possessions be the same thing." Sam huffed in the stranger's direction, but Nal'am continued. His fingers played with the clock in his lap, the trinket ticking lightly. It was in, what seemed to be, fantastic condition albeit old. Samael's eyes stared at the device, a strong sense of longing visible. He wanted that badly, and he might just reach out and jump the dark-skinned fellow for it. Nal'am's eyes watched Samael from his peripheral vision.
"Baron," he said again. "You ask of Porter as if no one has told you anything. Is this true?" Samael averted the others eyes. "Ah I see. Samael fears many people, his trust is far worse than yours. Very well... if I may?" Samael narrowed his eyes instantly. Ezra didn't know squat, and this man... Well, gods only knew. "Quite a few years ago, Baron, two men began an excavation process in The Forgotten City. During their find, they discovered a world frozen in time, literally. It was a wonder to behold--" Samael stood and left the room to go and stand near the old hag, who tried to sell him something for his hair. He took it graciously and he tied it to hid the color, or tried to at least. Nal'am watched him go and stopped Ben from following. "Ah, seems I was going to far..."
He let Ben go and went to find Sam, leaving the clock in Ben's possession. "Do not lose it, let it be stolen or give it to the boy. He is not ready for it yet. When the time comes, you'll know." Ben was left to fiddle with the trinket, not much else having been said about it.
"Samael? I would like to give you a color to lighten your hair... if it is okay with you?" Nal'am was standing beside his grandmother-hag and the violet eyed boy, waiting for Ben to return to them.
Other:
Bare with me. I'm going through something incredibly difficult in life right now, and I may need a really good kick in the pants. That being said, if you have the patience to deal with an emotionally wrecked, new mom, please message me. I really wanna get back into rping, and I know the majority of this community.
Bare with me. I'm going through something incredibly difficult in life right now, and I may need a really good kick in the pants. That being said, if you have the patience to deal with an emotionally wrecked, new mom, please message me. I really wanna get back into rping, and I know the majority of this community.
M/preg: Yes
