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 Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2014 5:23 am
Here are my pets. I will update whenever I make a new one. I make custom pets as well. I will roleplay female characters, and will do a fxm or a fxf pairing. My male characters are just really bad.
Quote me or PM me if you're interested in any. I prefer PMs to forum rps, but I'll still do them.
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2014 5:41 am
 ______Basic Information Name: Souretsu Yukimura Age: 20 Sexuality: Straight Gender: Female. Duh. Race: Demon ______Personal Information Biography: Ah, you just had to ask, didn’t you. Whatever. I was supposed to have a relatively normal life. I was diagnosed as a paranoid schizophrenic very young. I lived with my mother. My father was never in the picture. He was probably just some deadbeat who ran off after finding out he got his girlfriend pregnant. It was fine for a while. I was musically orientated, so I could put on shows, but unfortunately slave traders started coming, and it was dangerous for anyone to leave the house, let alone let me preform. Seeking refuge, she took me and went to her parents, my grandparents, for help, but we were captured by slave traders on the way. I was only six or seven, so my memory is in shambles. I remember screaming, a lot of fighting, and eventually getting hit on the head and blacking out. Even at six years old I tried to fight, even if my control wasn’t the best. I found that I managed to use my powers, I accidentally burnt my mother by accident, and two of the traders on purpose, but all survived and recovered. A shame the guards did. I wouldn’t have minded if they died. After that, I got passed around to a few masters, but a little girl with a temper and mental issues didn’t appeal to them. I fought, but I was never strong enough to kill any. So I’ve been in the shop for a while. I have surprisingly few scars. Either I’m good at fighting, or the others couldn’t bring themselves to hit a little girl. I’ve been passed around a lot over the years, I’ve had some perverts, some sadists, and some nice guys, all who returned me at some point. Satisfied now? Anything else you simply must know? No? Then go away! Personality: *sigh of irritation* I’m dark and sarcastic. If I don’t like you, you’ll find out fast. If you try to force me to do something I don’t want, I will fight you. I will hurt you or rebel in whatever way I have. I can be pretty persistent. For Satan’s sake, I’m a paranoid schizophrenic with a bunch of other mental issues. Violent too. Want me to go on with why I’m better off left alone? Don’t you dare tell anyone, but at the same time, I’m also a bit afraid of being alone. But you tell anyone and I WILL END YOU! However, I’ll admit I do have a softer side. I enjoy music and cats. I love puzzles and mind games. Puzzles keep me focused and sane. Without them, its easier for me to get lost in delusions and paranoia Reading is fine, if the book is interesting enough. Fiction. I don’t like my reality. Once I like someone, my loyalty and selflessness for then knows no bounds, but I can’t remember a time when I’ve demonstrated that side of me. Beyond that, if I’m in a joking mood (Good luck with that!), my jokes are self-depreciating. Oh, also I’m impatient and easily irritated if you haven’t guessed already. Likes: Music, cats, puzzles, sweets, anyplace warm. Dislikes: The cold, spicy foods, perverts, most people in general. Additional Information: Even though I'm a demon, my eyes are bad enough that I have to wear glasses. It must be a condition of some sort left over by the deadbeat that left. ______AvailabilityMaster's Name: N/A Willing to do PM rp: Yes
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2014 5:45 am
 ______Basic Information Name: Neve Brody Age: 22 Sexuality: Bisexual Gender: Female Race: Human ______Personal Information Biography: Well, for starters, I’m a Queen. I’m not sure where it was, someplace in Ireland, perhaps? It was far away from where I am now. I rose to the throne at age twelve, so it was a bit tough, several advisors trying to ‘guide’ me in a different direction. Obviously they were trying to manipulate me. I thought I had one I could trust, and the kingdom was staring to do well. I was just gaining confidence as a leader, and had named him as my sole advisor. Unfortunately he was also a double-crosser. He let kidnappers in, and they took me away while he took over the throne. I’ve been in the slave shop for years. I’m quite expensive, and not everyone can handle me. Personality: Well, I’m a bit spoiled. I won’t accept this fate so easily. It’s hard to go from servants waiting on me hand and foot, and to be expected to do their work. I won’t bow to a master, but I just might do what you want once in a while if you’re nice to me. Hmm what else…well, I like to flirt. I disobey at first, but get to know me, and you’ll see I’m actually quite loyal. You simply can’t expect a queen to bow down to you right away, can you? Likes: Shiny things, being pampered, cute master/mistresses Dislikes: Anything dirty, being chained, being yelled at. ______Availability Master's Name: N/A Willing to do PM rp: Yes
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2014 5:50 am
 ______Basic Information Name: Kuroda Maki Age: 18 Sexuality: Bisexual Gender: Female Race: Demon ______Personal Information Biography: First of all, I’m an assassin. I didn’t choose it for my job, I had to grow into it. I was up for adoption at a young age, and a master assassin chose to adopt me as an apprentice. I was taught to hold weapons before I could even speak. Okay, that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but you get the point. As I grew, I learned how to use various weapons and my own hands to kill. Even if I was skilled, learning under the best, my real personality wasn’t hidden. I slacked off whenever I could, and I usually snuck away to help the cooks. It’s where I took an interest, and got so good at cooking. I preferred working with them rather than training. Either way, I did become an assassin out of respect for the man who raised me, but I was never allowed to call him ‘father’. Ever. I did once, and I can’t remember what happened after, only that I woke up in the infirmary, and could barely move. After that, it was an assassin’s normal life. I got jobs, I went on them, I came back. I had some friends at the guild, but not many, and none of us fully trusted each other. I got another major job, and went on it. I had to kill a king of some sort. I had everything planned out, and when I was just about to kill him…I got caught. His wife was, get this, skilled at sword fighting and self defense; something I’d never anticipated. Seriously, what court lady feels the need to defend herself?! Though I guess I proved the need for it… Anyways, she threw me off guard enough and got a few good hits in, and the noise attracted the guards before I could flee out the window. When I was caught, I was given a choice; hang and die, or become a slave and live. Despite my pride, I chose live. It wasn’t as bad as I thought. Sure, I had no freedom of my own, but I was clothed, fed, taken care of. I served the king and his wife for a few years, until I got in a fight with a guard who kept trying to touch me. They sold me to the traders, and now there’s just waiting for another. Personality: Normally, I’m pretty scatterbrained. I get easily distracted by things, and I’m pretty lazy. If you push me too much, I’ll start to get mean. I’ve got a fighting side, even if I don’t like showing it much. Really, its not pretty. It’s like the demon part of me takes over, and it usually results in a bloodbath. I prefer just relaxing. I can be arrogant a lot of the time, so try not to be offended. I don’t like it when people doubt my skills. I’ll take it as an insult. I don’t obey all the time, and my laziness has me looking for any reason to avoid work. Also, I like cooking. But if you insult my food, there will be hell to pay! Likes: Cooking, being lazy, Having free reign, as in nobody hovering over me. Dislikes: Pushovers, people insulting me, being attacked. Additional Information: I'm possessive and jealous. If I like you, I'll do anything to defend you. But it also means if I feel neglected, there's no limit to what I'll do to get your attention back on me. Just a warning... ______Availability Master's Name: N/A Willing to do PM rp: Yes
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2016 1:52 pm
 ______Basic Information Name: They call me Amber, but it's not my real name. Age: 19 Sexuality: Bisexual Gender: Female Race: Kitsune ______Personal Information Biography: Some of my past is a mystery. What I do remember is from when I was eight, and at my uncle's house. My first memory is him telling me my parents and I were in a car wreck, and I lost my memory. I was going to live with him. I had to go through physical therapy to learn how to walk, and my ears and tail really hurt, but I learned how. My senses were hell for a while. But when I lived with him, there was another surprise; I could use magic. My parents could to, and maybe I'd used it before, because it wasn't nearly as hard to use it as I thought it would be. In addition to magic, I did chores around the house, and learned how to be a 'proper' lady. The thing I didn't like...the parties. Uncle would invite his friends over and the way they leered at me...I was too young to understand what those looks meant at the time, but I knew I didn't want to be looked at that way. It was a horrible way to be stared at. I avoided them the best I could, and their odd comments that are only blurs in my memory now. I hated it when Uncle made me come into the room to dance, or sing in front of them. Or just serve them. It wasn't until I was fifteen that my life came crashing down hard. The man I thought was my Uncle wasn't related to me at all. As it turns out, what he did with me was his job. My parents really were dead, but he likely murdered them. He raised me to be well bred...as a slave. I was meant to be just an object to please someone. The men at the first auction were his leering friends. I had another lapse in memory at that point, but I remember a lot of screaming, crying, and burning. A horrible smell of burning. When I came to my clothes were in shreds, and my uncle-no, that man's house was burning. I ran after that, but she other men's slave handlers were outside, and caught me. On the way to the slave shop, horrible things were done to me. I won't go into the details there, but they sold me to a warehouse. I've been fitted with some kinda collar that prevents me from using my magic a lot. Sometimes I can hold a ten second burst, but I can't have used any magic that day to hold it. I'm conservative with it. The guards are smart enough to not tell me the combination. Only my master can use it, and make sure the thing hurts me if I try to use magic against them. Personality: Hm? I guess I'm blunt. Probably pretty jaded, but it's hard to find happiness at this point. I try not to be a downer, though, and I can fake a smile. I get defensive if someone makes comments about me, positive or negative. Depending on my mood, or how bored I am, I might pick a fight with you. Likes: Studying magic, being outside, reading Dislikes: My current situation, noisy people, leering men Additional Information: I hide a lot of information. I'm secretive. And I don't have a mind to mouth filter. ______Availability Master's Name: N/A Willing to do PM rp: Yes
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