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08/05/2020 10:08 PM 


Name: Unknown (Calls herself Disaster) Age: 19 Hair color: Black Eye color: Yellow Scars: One on the top of her left breast and one down the inside her left arm Abilities: She is skilled with a blade and some hand to hand combat, and also has demonic abilities despite being human. This gives her an advantage over other mortals in strength and speed. Personality: Cold and easily angered, isn't afraid to get dirty, and will do whatever it takes if it achieves her goal whether killing someone in her way or using her looks and body to her advantage Likes: Drinking and killing demons Dislikes: Bubbly personalities and demons Bio: Maybe you'll find that out in an rp.

Shizuka Cousland.

08/05/2020 09:11 PM 

Writing Sample.

I repeat this is not going to be a starter, unless requested. I do not plan on making anyone write this much - Besides this was for a story, just wanted to show what I can do if someone gives me something to work with. This is also why half of it is cut off to so don't compare my replies to it!“..The chantry teaches us that it is the hubris of men which brought the Darkspawn into our world. The mages had sought to usurp haven, but instead they destroyed it. They were cast out, twisted and turned by there own corruption. They returned as monsters, the first of the Darkspawn. They became a blight upon the lands, unstoppable and relentless. The dwarven kingdoms were the first to fall, and from the deep roads the darkspawn drove at us again and again until finally we neared annihilation. Until the Grey wardens came-” The lady with long white hair spoke loud and clear, the very tips of her hair covered in a light blue. Brushed over her shoulder while she dressed very casual for reading that morning. Her face was shaped into a heart, covered with a fair complexion almost resembling snow it self. Her teal eyes gazed down at the book in her lap, the words coming out of her mouth like she knew the story from heart. Those long eyelashes fluttered briefly for a moment before her eyes looked up at the children waiting on the floor in front of her. Shizuka Cousland was a woman of few words when it concerned people out of the family or her home, she was dressed in a puffy shirt which had a few strings at the front that she tied lightly. There was a blue and gold vest that covered her completely, protecting her from the harmful sun around this season. Instead of wearing a skirt she choose a more practical outfit and placed on some breeches for the sake of walking around and doing the normal rounds as the second heir. On her hip she had a single sword and brown belt hanging from her side, more for looking at than fighting with. ‘Looks are important.’ As her mother would preach more often than she liked. “Well, I think this is all I can do. Oren,” she said to him. Her blue eyes glancing at him to see his bottom lip poking out more. Rolling her eyes at him, and standing on her own two feet with the brown leather boots tapping on the floor. The book was sat on the side even though the children whined and complained about going back to there lesson. “Aw...!” The younger boy whined. His brown eyes looking up from his lap after a second, following his Aunt and walking on the floor with her. The small boy was a boy with his mothers ginger hair, a pair of chocolate brown eyes from his father. Who was the first heir to the Cousland line, though not really favored to take over because of his family blood. “Do we have to, Aunty?” He asked again. His brow furrowing slightly while he scowled at the reminder of his father leaving this morning. He was a smart boy, who still have trouble speaking like the rest of him. However, the blood of a Cousland showed through his eagerness to learn and smart talk. He was often found playing with the wooden sword or playing with Shizuka who never turned him down.Shizuka closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Oren,” She started off sternly, giving him a look. “Fergus is leaving today and I want you to spend time with him. Understand? I have duties to attend to and father is waiting for me.” She explained, her hand touching his head and ruffling his hair. Unlike her he was dressed like the other children, a white shirt and brown shorts with his brown vest opened. The simple shoes on his feet were recently made so he could run around and cause as much trouble as he liked. Oren sighed, his eyes had a glossy look covering them. “I guess..” He mumbled, his hair falling over his face until her soft hand left his hair. Eventually, he nodded and reached up to give his Aunt a kiss before taking off down the courtyard. Leaving the older woman to watch him go, mixed feelings that came with the first day his father had to leave made her a little guilty and she knew it as much as anyone. Letting someone go out to fight these.. Things was hard for anyone to do.For generations her family the Couslands. Has steward the lands of Highever, earning the loyalty of there people with justice and temperance. When the country and occupied Orlesian empire, her father. Bryce Cousland and grandfather served the embattled kings of your land. Today, Shizuka’s brother takes house Couslands banner in service to the crown--not against the men of Orlais. But against the bestial rising in the south. It was going around her country faster than her father or mother could have planned and now a lot of people worry about them being without her father. She understood, he was a great man and father. The heiress turned on her heel and made her way through the courtyard. The two soldiers stand at the large gate stood at attention and saluted her. Her lip turned upward at this, “Stand at ease men.” She chuckled. Making her way through the gate the shoulders of each man behind her relaxed. Shizuka was the type of woman you could grow to respect and yet there was a powerful presence that came with her. Title never made you powerful, what power came from was the person herself. Instead of using that power, she worked on being herself. A lady and a warrior. Eleanor Cousland wasn’t happy about this and her mother enjoyed bringing her down from her proud image, a lady should be a lady and not both. “Shizuka Cousland!” The woman in person yelled at her from the entry way of the gates the woman standing talk much like she did. Enough to make herself cringe in waiting, “Your father has been waiting for you with, Howe. How long do you intend on lazing around?” Eleanor continued to lecture her. Her eyes looking at her casual attire, the brow on her forehead wrinkled as soon as she finished. The frown on her wrinkled face made it more amusing in a way, unlike her her hair was Grey and tied back into two braided buns to keep everything away from her face. The heart shaped face she had as well made her stand out more. Those silver eyes piercing into her soul, “what have I told you? Dress before meeting with Howe!” Her hand reached over and tugged her daughter toward the right side of the hall, both walking along the hall until they came to her room were the family section was. Shizuka frowned deeply, “Mother. This is just a meeting with Howe,” She reasoned on there way inside her room she turned to face her mother and stopped her. Her Icy blue hues narrowed, “What are you planning?”Eleanor looked around the room, her eyes shifting away from her for a second. “Nothing! Nothing, my dear. I just want you to be at your best.” She told her. Smiling at her while backing toward the door, her hand turned the handle and edged out of the room. “Don’t get them waiting, I want you to meet me and control your dog when you come out.” “Mother-!” She shouted the door slamming in front of her face before she could get anything out of her. This was just great. First she had to dress for that pervert, then her mother has something planned and she just knew she was playing match maker. Rolling her eyes, turning around where the room she faced was about the size of her training room back in courtyard away from the men. From the center a few steps was in front of her, leading to the large bed in white and blue sheets that her personal servant and best friend worked on. When you go to the middle of the room, in front of the bed and down those steps was a dresser with all her make-up and jewels. Just beside that, was a bathroom large enough to be a servant bedroom. Shizuka shoulders relaxed slightly, walking over to the bed she sat down and fell back on it. Her eyes closing for a minute. The peace and quiet and serenity of her room made her feel calm for once. She loved her home, but at times she wanted to be normal and live a life of a commoner. Each had there downside, but as the title gives she has to give back just as much and watching her back with every turn was exhausting for her. After a minute she sat up, leaned down to pull the boots off her feet and then her breeches.The vest on her chest was untied by a string at the back so her arm reached behind and tugged it off before removing this and gathering the dirty clothing to a basket filled with dirty clothing, along with the very puffy shirt she enjoyed.Her eyed looked at the door before she shook her head. Her mother wouldn’t come back in case she questioned her this time, both of them knew she wouldn’t accept a arrange marriage unless they needed to make her do that.Turning around slightly, she walked to her bathroom door and pushed it open. Enjoy the steam from the ready made bath before she paced into the warm waters, a loud sigh coming out from her mouth when her body was completely in the water. With the meeting in mind she hurried to scrub herself clean and enjoy the smell of Andraste’s grace in her warm bath. Then she stepped out and grabbed a towel, drying herself off with a towel and then wrapping her hair and body in one. Leaving the room to sit at her dresser, brushing the long silver locks down her back, the blue taint showing at the very tips. Eventually, Shizuka walked out of the room with herself dressed and cleaned in a new blue dress. The light fabric left it easy to move around and the choker dress wrapped around her neck and left her back bare. Delicately, the dress was also made to have a couple of layers and fall down her feet. Making it look like any other dress but she could move better than it looked. Her sleeves were detached, and hung on her arm, falling down her wrist as well. On her walk to the main hall, she came to the double door and walked inside to find Rendon Howe waiting. “I trust, then, that your troops will be here shortly?” Bryce Cousland asked. With his back to them, the fire place at the front of the room flickering in front of him. From the back he stood tall with his Grey hair brushed back. The silk suit he wore blinding in with the color of the royal family, much to there distaste Rendon howe followed but he wasn’t here with pure silk or something rich. His own in a velvet color compared to her fathers gold outfit. Her eyes glanced at Howe from the corner of her eyes, standing on the same step as her father while he spoke to his old friend. “ I expect they will arrive shortly,” Howe spoke up. The man in person was like a rat, even his face was shaped like a rat. It made Shizuka cringe every time he looked her over and leered, if he did it one more time she was going to kick him somewhere awful. There eyes clashed and her own shifted to look at her mother who walked out with a forced smile. “Then we can march tomorrow, I’m truly sorry your grace. This is entirely my fault.”“No, No!” Byrce shook his head. Turning to face them while his brown eyes saw Shizuka he paid her no mind until he finished. “The appearance of the Darkspawn in the south has us all scrambling.” He turned his head and folded his arms behind his back when he saw Howe. “I only received a call from the king recently, myself.” Walking down from the step near the fire place. He smiled slightly, “I will sent my eldest. You and I can ride tomorrow like the old days.” His eyes followed his old friend who walked up to stand by him.Howe smirked at this, though he seemed to be thoughtful about it. “True, though we had less grey hairs and.. We never fought monsters.” He reminded him, the snarky response normal for someone like him.“At least the smell will be the same!” Bryce joked, the sound of the door opening at the front forced his eyes away from him. The soldier walking over whispered into his ear, the news causing a genuine smile to come onto his face. “Very well. Send him in,” he told him before turning to face his little girl. “Pup, you decide to join us did you?”Shizuka smiled politely, “Oren was rather eager to hear his usual story,” She told him. Her eyes shifting to Howe. “Good even, Rendon Howe.” She greeted in a monotone voice, those icy eyes narrowing at him. 


08/05/2020 08:48 PM 

Admin Info

+ semi-selective adds+ 19 y/o + yes, i've had a few other accounts...well, more than just a few. sorry if it's annoying, but my attention span is zero to none q w q,,,+ POTENTIAL TRIGGERING THEMES!! (ex, scars/harming, disorders, abuse, etc)+ Now, I know this is a TMNT 2012 based account, however I also play as 2012 Raph! However, I also am a huge fan of the 2019 Rise Of The TMNT, so if something from that show is of interest please don't hesitate to say haha!!+ NSFW can be discussed in chat please!+ open to triggering or dark topics, not many limits here! anything with blood, gore, torture, etc.+ VERY easygoing when it comes to plots (or, again, triggering themes) so if you have something in particular you'd like to try, please don't hesitate to suggest it! i'm open to hearing anything (as mentioned). + probably won't request nor message first, i'm kinda awkward lmaoooaoa+ open to trade info on places outside of here to chat (discord preferred) but only after a bit of chatting, please!+ good grammar is preferred! + i, personally would like to be canon characters, but i'm happy to RP WITH other canon characters and OC's + i love all sorts of replies, but nothing less than one or two sentences please! i love to write, but i also love just casual stuff, so anything ranging from one or two sentences to multiple paragraphs (as many as you'd like!) i'd absolutely, 100% be open to! + i love in character greetings, so i have no problem receiving them if you so desire! however, if that's not your style and you would rather discuss first OOC then i'm 100% fine with that too.+ if anything else comes to mind (and i somehow remember) i'll be adding to this!


08/05/2020 08:47 PM 

Character Info

basic background: Mutated from being a turtle. Raised by a man that mutated into a giant rat. Was taught to become a ninja by their said rat father, and is the youngest of four other mutant turtles...and of course, is the most awesome turtle there is! Michaelangelo is the youngest turtle (but, who's counting?) of the four secret Ninja Turtles which are currently living in the sewers of New York. Fancy, right? Though, their peace was disturbed when the Kraang had come around with plans to take over the planet, mutating all humans and creatures alike to become like Kraang...on top of it all, let's add on a family rivalry between the Turtle's father and a certain someone named Shredder...appearance: Mikey was trained extensively in the art of nunchaku with a deadly kusarigama chain as well. Two batons of sorts connected by a chain, while one end has a blade attached. Physically the smallest of the turtles, though above average height whilst compared to a human. He has the physical appearance of a turtle, blue eyes, cute freckles and a nice orange bandanna to complete his look. In comparison to his brothers, his bandanna has the shortest tail in the back. Alongside that, he has knee pads and elbow pads and a belt around his shell for weaponry.personality: "[By far the] least mature, whilst also the youngest of the turtles. Mikey is easily distracted and enthusiastic about... well, pretty much everything. He's also extremely creative. He has a thousand ideas, and every now and then, one of them will be brilliant. This combination of creativity and lack of focus gives him a kind of "flow" that the other Turtles cannot match. He's a social mutant and more than the others, pines to be part of the real world. He is also very social, and wants the outside world (humans) to accept him and his brothers. He is also impulsive, because of a severe case of ADD. He is the first of the turtles to taste pizza and is very proud of his talent for naming things. In battle his weapon of choice is a pair of nunchakus, and a kusarigama. He might seem unintelligent to his apparent disregard for thinking things through, but he is actually intelligent. Unfortunately he also isn't always the most considerate of the ninja turtles like when he tried to use Raph's fear of Cockroach Terminator to get Raph to let him read his comics, or when he pranks his brothers. But he also has an honest heart and is more willing than the other turtles to accept outsiders like Karai/Miwa and Leatherhead." (As quoted from the official wiki.)Ninjutsu: Mikey is the most agile of all his brothers; his training as a ninja helped to balance and improve this, but his skills in skateboarding and dancing also gives Mikey an edge that will often shock his brothers. Mikey is an extremely good fighter. He's got a great knowledge with ninjutsu, which is why he is a good fighter. He may have the most raw talent of the four, but he does not seem to have the skill or the inclination to develop it.Pranks: He refers to himself as the king of pranks. Since he the most funniest of his brothers and he hasn't shown to be wrong since he was able to show his pranking skills against his brothers like water balloons as he wants to prank them all and he was able to use his prank of water ballon to use against the tank of the truck.Teaching: He has shown Napolean the right way of Ninjutsu correctly as he was shown great success as he may not be the great Ninja turtle for thinking of correctly of logic from his brothers but he proven to teach others to fight well.Enhanced Strength: Since regular turtles are able to lift 5x their own body weight, his strength is likewise altered. His ninja training with Master Splinter has helped to improve and condition his strength. He isn't quite as strong as Raph, but he was able to throw barrels over his head against Spiderbite.Enhanced Speed: He can run much faster than an athletic human. Stealth: Mikey has the ability to move in the shadows, like his brothers. He is also very stealthy, but does not enjoy when stealth is used on him. Kusarigama: His nunchucks has a built-in switchblade on one of the bars. Balance: Mikey's skills as a skateboarder and a ninja give him a great ability with balance.Shell: He has the normal ability of a turtle to go into his shell.Cooking Skills: He shows to love to cook for his family even though his brothers don't think his tastes great but to Mikey it does. Leatherhead seems to love his cooking skills. (Probably because he has never eaten anything delicious)Shadow Puppet Skills: He able to make different shadows out of his hands very well to be appear realistic of different objects. He used this to decive the Kraang, Fishface, and Rahzar.Intelligence and Communication : He not the smartest of like his brothers are but he makes it up for knowing comics and naming creatures. As he shown to be excellent naming creatures if their appearance, abilities or powers. Just like any other creature mutated of humanoids able to speak. He also use his comic intelligence to defeat the mutation Squirrels and true genius in Dimension X. He is typically smarter than his brothers believe him to be, for he is capable of creating antidotes and retro-mutagen from random ingredients, though his brothers continue to doubt his intelligence for obvious reasons for example when Mikey sprinkled botched retro-mutagen onto his skin when Donnie had clearly labelled it as being dangerous.Endurance and Stamina: Mikey's ninja training helps with his stamnia, as he is able to withstand attacks and hits from enemies that might otherwise incapacitate a human showing his endurable body. But he shown that true strong opponents he will lose and can become unconscious.


08/05/2020 01:59 PM 

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08/03/2020 12:03 AM 

[RP Advice] Please Stop, I Don’t Like When They Get Hurt (Meeting Sensitive Partners)

As silly as this may sound, it is indeed a real thing. I want to take some time to go over this, and hope in the end, I can make some solace. This isn’t aimed at anybody, I just want to help provide a better understanding.   •••••••••••••••••••   Now, I know it can be tiresome to have a RolePlay partner who is sensitive to whatever you write. But, they really cannot help it. Some people can work with them, some people don’t click at all, and that’s okay. Not everybody is going to be comfortable with having a sensitive partner.   In my own experience, I was under the impression that some of my partners were completely fine with what I wrote. I learned the hard way that some of them were actually very sensitive to my writing, because they were actually, real life, emotionally attached to said fictional characters. A good example is when I had past partners who had a deep emotional bond with Noctis. The moment I wrote the original lore under the FF15 content, my partners began to beg me not to hurt Noctis because they loved him. Now, I understand they were emotionally attached to him, but I also felt like I could not give my best writing abilities because of this sensitivity, even feeling restricted from writing what I loved, due to this emotional attachment.   Some will tell you, as I have been told in the past “If they can’t take what you write, they’re not worth it.” and you’ll even sometimes hear from people “They must be a self-insert cuz they want this character to have a happy ending.” and it’s really the most unpleasant advice to give to people. While some of it does hold truth, the other half is just a really moronic way to tell someone not to RP with those who are sensitive to fiction.   As hard as it is to come to terms with, the fictional is very realistic to these people. To many of us, what we write comes from our own imaginations, pretending. For them, the fiction is very non-fiction and they simply cannot process the character they’re attached to, getting the dark treatment of writing. I have taken precautionary measures in writing a “Dark Themes” warning label on my About Me.   My point is, to overcome this, kindly mention the content you write. Don’t feel like you absolutely need to change your writing style, instead? first, ask if your partner is okay with the choice of content, or in my case; Dark Themes. It’s okay that you don’t click, not everybody will. Just check with your partners and all will work itself out.

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08/03/2020 08:20 PM 

Character Details: Under construction

Birthday: October 31st, 1970Species: DhampirHeight: 5'8Weight: 179 lbsBody type: Slim, lightly tonedHair: Black, varying lengthsEye Color: Errie greenComplexion: PaleNationality: AmericanLikes: Blood, bourbon and old music. His car, a black 1980 Pontiac Firebird. Personality: A quiet and polite guy at first glance, but after breaking through his social recursive shell he can be the opposite. Charismatic, witty with a splash of dark humor. Raven is protective of his laid back side, so he usually comes across a shy and socially awkward guy. 


08/03/2020 10:49 PM 


𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏 #1Regan is actually allergic to cats, but still keeps one anyways. All his clothes have cat fur on them, which makes him have a habit of sniffling.


08/03/2020 09:29 PM 

Aydin Pierce

Name:Aydin Matthew PierceAge:Twenty SixHeight:Six feet, and two inches.Weight:Unknown, due to the robes he wears. but judging from his slightly gaunt facial features. it is safe to assume he is at least undernourished.Background/Bio:A master of none. Just a lone young man, a wanderer, with a peculiar map etched into the flesh of his back. Due to his lack of speech, very little is actually known of his origin or his motive for wandering; only that he often disappears from those around him, and appears somewhere else as if he'd stepped out of thin air. Quiet by nature, his words are nearly few and far between until he is comfortable in another's presence. This is partly because of his odious past. A runaway slave, kidnapped as a child along with most of his people, and forced into bondage. While the Vhekian people were regarded as powerful natural mages, they were tattooed and carved with symbols that negate, or nullify these abilities.When Aydin was sixteen, a fellow slave with a photographic memory carefully etched a map of sorts into the backs of several slave children. These were encoded maps out of the Kingdom who enslaved them. An asset for escape via pairs, and though many have tried to take the risk and abscond from the vast country, only a small handful survived without much incident. Aydin escaped with a friend and fellow slave by the name of Landis Mitchell. who passed shortly after their self wrought liberation due to an unknown disease.The Curiosus Mirandus:Aydin is usually seen wearing a large pile of robes, and other tattered clothing. Appearing as if he is sporting every article of apparel he's ever worn in his life. This heavy amalgam of cloth and hide however, has anomalous properties. While inside the robe, the space is expanded into a singular large, circular room containing various bits and bobs of furniture, including a small kitchen area and storage. This anomalous space serves as a mobile home for the young man, a place he can call his own while out in the wilds. However in a more urban environment, Aydin will instead opt to stay in a room at an Inn, because Aydin typically enjoys the company of others, and enjoys hearing stories of people's trials, tribulations, and triumphs. 

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08/03/2020 05:46 PM 


Danger, Will Robinson

08/02/2020 09:40 PM 

Dorothy's equipment

la: ninpo munitions, "steam", blue blade, blades, small pp energyra: ninpo munitions, "steam", blue blade, blades, small pp energyla/ra: big pp energy, spinnerlg: blue blade, ninpo munitionsrg: blue blade, ninpo munitionsgeneric ninja sh*tshort sweet and to the point.


Danger, Will Robinson

08/02/2020 06:09 PM 


Dorothy cursed as she performed healing to staunche the bleeding.  Her arms and legs far from her main body, how she was still alive was largely due to how quick they were severed and the total lack of belief she'd survive the execution as most bled out quickly, but most of them were in a state of sheer panic causing their hearts to pump faster causing it to happen faster.  She feigned fear as she lied there and performed healing on herself as they left her to bleed out.  She took note of every person there including the former client.   Unfortunately for them, the location they chose was the pickup point for her batch of supplies.  She was gathered up and brought back to hq, but her missing limbs were long gone by the time she was gathered.  Waking in a bed, surrounded by familiar peach and apricot walls, Dorothy mentally complained about how realistic and vivid that "dream" was and how even the pain felt real.  In her pain killer daze she attempted to reach for the sheet to toss it off as she had yet to realize she had no feeling beyong her shoulders and pelvis.  She took a couple minutes for it to click.  Oddly, she was not sad nor depressed.  She began immediatly planning how she was going to kill all of the people involved in her execution starting with the client.  She acquired prosthetics the instant she was able to and worked hard to grow accustomed to them for her goals.  She was able to get used to them much faster than average due to how singlemindedly she worked to attain full mobility once again just so she could go and kill those people.   During her rehab she studied the innerworkings of her new prosthetics as well as everything she could about them so, if they should be damaged she could repair them without getting assistance for them unless it was to replace them.It took some pestering, but Dorothy was outfitted with specific alterations to her prosthetics designed to her specifications.  While her spell knowledge was relatively low the spell she used was the absolute limit of her healing knowledge, but her as she says "ninja magic" was quite vast.  A result of the procedure of outfitting her with the prosthetics, occasionally her Sclera would flash an electric blue.   One of the many alterations performed was adding a retractable "rocket punch" function.


08/02/2020 05:45 PM 

sakura haruno layout

about me:</table> </td> </tr> </table> <br /> <table bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="490" bgcolor="black" border="0"> <tr> <td class="text" valign="" align="left" width="490" bgcolor="0" height="0" style="word-wrap:break-word"><span class="orangetext15"> </td> </tr> <tr> <td><table bordercolor="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="490" align="" bgcolor="black" border="0"> <td valign="top" align="" width="490" bgcolor="black" style="word-wrap:break-word"><center><img src=";></table> </td> </tr> </table> <br /> <table bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="490" bgcolor="black" border="0"> <tr> <td class="text" valign="" align="left" width="490" bgcolor="0" height="0" style="word-wrap:break-word"><span class="orangetext15"> </td> </tr> <tr> <td><table bordercolor="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="490" align="" bgcolor="black" border="0"> <td valign="top" align="" width="490" bgcolor="black" style="word-wrap:break-word"> <img src="; align="right"> <div style="width:330; height:145;overflow: auto; padding:0px;text-indent:px;"><center><br /><center>Sakura Haruno (春野サクラ, Haruno Sakura) is a kunoichi of Konohagakure. She is appointed as a member of Team Kakashi , but quickly finds herself ill-prepared for the duties of a ninja and the complications of her team-mates' lives. By training under her master, Tsunade, she becomes a strong kunoichi and an excellent medical-nin, capable of facing the challenges of life as a ninja, as well as help and protect her friends and loved ones when they need her. During the Fourth Shinobi War, Sakura proves to be an extraordinary kunoichi, healing thousands of shinobi in the battlefield and assisting on the defeat of the likes of Uchiha Madara , Uchiha Obito and Ōtsutsuki Kaguya. After the war, Sakura trained the art of senjutsu on the Shikkotsu Forest, being able to activate Slug Sage Mode , dramatically enhancing her abilities such as physical strength and speed. Years after the war, she becomes the head of medical-nin in Konoha and forms her own family with Uzumaki Naruto.</center></div><br> </table> </td> </tr> </table> <br /> <table bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="490" bgcolor="black" border="0"> <tr> <td class="text" valign="" align="left" width="490" bgcolor="0" height="0" style="word-wrap:break-word"><span class="orangetext15"> </td> </tr> <tr> <td><table bordercolor="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="490" align="" bgcolor="black" border="0"> <td valign="top" align="" width="490" bgcolor="black" style="word-wrap:break-word">  <img src="; align="left"> <div style="width:330; height:145;overflow: auto; padding:0px;text-indent:px;"><center><br /><center>During her early childhood years in the Academy, Sakura was frequently bullied by others due to her large forehead. To try and combat this, Sakura used her fringe to hide her forehead, fuelling the other children's teasing by indicating she was sensitive about it. Yamanaka Ino, realising this, helped Sakura by giving her a red ribbon that she used as a way of drawing attention to the cuter features of her forehead, which helped Sakura overcome her insecurity. The two became best friends and Sakura grew more confident, developing her own unique personality under Ino's guidance. <br><Br>A while later, Sakura and Ino got closer to Senju Haru at the Academy, when they were put into a group for a school work together. The three quickly became very close friends and were always together. At the time, the three made a promise that they'd always be together, simbolizing the friendship between the trio. They would always go to each others houses to play, train or just eat lunch together.<br><Br>One day about five years ago while searching for Ino to have lunch with, she spotted her, along with Nara Shikamaru and Akimichi Chōji stealing bits of food from others. Curious as to what they were doing, she followed them, discovering that they were bringing the food to a mysterious young child named Yota . Later, despite her genuine appreciation for Ino's friendship, Sakura felt that she was living in Ino's shadow and longed to prove herself as Ino's equal. <Br><br>When Sakura found out that Ino also had a crush on Uchiha Sasuke, Sakura ended their friendship so that they could compete for Sasuke's love, not realizing how that would hurt her friend who's always been there for her, thus beginning a bitter rivalry between the two, which also ended later when Sakura apologized to Ino and they reconcealed.<b>Source:</b> <a href=",is%20a%20kunoichi%20of%20Konohagakure.&text=By%20training%20under%20her%20master,ones%20when%20they%20need%20her.">Wiki: Sakura haruno</a><Br></center></div>--------------------- who i'd like to meet -----------------------<style type="text/css">table, td{  background-color:ffffff; border:none; }body  {  background: url();        background-attachment: fixed; background-repeat: no-repeat;}body, div, span, td, p, .lightbluetext8, strong, b, u, .redtext, .redbtext, .btext, .text, .blacktext10, .blacktext12 {font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:11px;color: 000000;font-weight:normal;} { Table Properties } table table { border: 0px } table table table table{border:0px} table table table { } a.navbar:link, a.navbar:active, a.navbar:visited, a.navbar:hover,,,,, a, a:link, a:active, a:visited, a:hover, a.navbar:link, a.navbar:active, a.navbar:visited, a.navbar:hover, a.text:link, a.text:active, a.text:visited, a.text:hover, a.searchlinksmall:link, a.searchlinksmall:active, a.searchlinksmall:visited, a.searchlinksmall:hover, a.redlink:link, a.redlink:active, a.redlink:visited, a.redlink:hover {color:fed4df;font-weight:normal;text-transform: none;text-decoration:none;font-family: times new roman;font-size: 11px;}a.navbar:hover,, a:hover {color:d47d94;font-weight:normal;text-transform: none;text-decoration:none;font-family: times new roman;font-size: 11px;}</style> <style>.xpdonnax { S c r o l l b a r }::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb { background-color:#ffffff; border-right:1px solid #d47d94!important; 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08/01/2020 04:09 PM 

Blood Tastes Like Honey

The moon that night sat high on her perch, her chariot of clouds carrying her full, round form across the navy sky. Tonight, she had slipped free of her cold silver robe and donned the jacket of a blue jay. Bathed in its light below was a field of purple wildflowers. A place where the fireflies loved to gather. Through the hundreds of pale yellow lights flashing and dancing like embers scattered on the wind, a young girl and the men pursuing her ran.The girl is barely a woman. She’s no older than sixteen. Her hair is short and dark brown, uninspiring. The dress she wears, weathered by age and the elements, is secondhand. The wrappings covering her feet and thin and made of animal hide. They too bear the signs of much use. Unable to endure the pounding of the girl’s flight, the stitching in the sides are splitting open second by second. It is unlikely she could be anything more than a peasant. It would not be surprising at all to mistake her for a vagrant youth. There is nothing of value about her, save her youth. For slavers or marauding thugs, youth is valuable, but the men chasing her are not thugs or slavers. That much can be seen at a glance. Three silver soldiers. The one at the front with the biggest muscles wields a spear. The smallest one at the back, a sword. The tall one in the center brings a mace.Their target is not the girl, but the item she carries. In her right hand is a sword with a golden hilt. It’s naked blade shone and gleamed like fire. To anyone who sets eyes upon it, it is clear the sword is far superior to the soldier’s weapons. It is an anti-freak weapon, built sharper and sturdier to bring swift death to demons and monsters. In trained hands, it can even cut through stone like water. In her left hand, the girl clutches the sword’s scabbard. Adorned with delicate, exquisite patterns of gold and black, it is a unique work of art. Neither the sword nor its scabbard are things to be found in the hands of peasant youth. But a thief? A scavenger of battlefields? Perhaps.Her muscles burn. Her lungs and heart are in overdrive, delivering oxygen to her legs. But the girl is not built for the long haul. Her legs and arms are as thin as reeds. Desperation brought her this far, and no further. At the same time her left shoe tears apart, the exhausted girl collapses. The largest silver knight advances, his spear raised high aims as the girl’s heart. She braces herself. … But her execution doesn’t come. The knight freezes with his arm still up. His expressionless helmet is looking not at her, but past her. The others behind him have frozen as well, looking in the same direction. She turns her head—“Could you please take your mating somewhere else? You are ruining my evening.” Standing mere feet away, an ivory-skinned princess. Her hair, touched by moonlight, is smooth platinum. A silk dress is all she wears. Through it peeked bountiful curves of naked perfection and limbs whiter than the snow. Draped around her shoulders is a purple mantle, made of some rich material lined with jade stones.The soldiers and the girl stared, spellbound at the pale-skinned beauty. Her visage and sudden appearance, the way she stood in the moonbeams, she seemed an illusion. A dream. A nightmare. The illusion is that of a pretty, young lady. The nightmare is that of a monster. No, it is even worse than that. An immortal creature that sustains itself by drinking human blood: a Vampire. Affixing them with an annoyed look are eyes the shade of blood-crimson like spurting blood. Her body tempts even those with the strongest spirit, inviting all to drown in an abyss of sin.“Go slaughter yourselves elsewhere.” The vampire waved her arm. None missed the delicate points of fangs behind her thin lips. She flickered and the girl thought she might disappear. “Wait!” Whatever hold held the girl silent until then broke. She crawled away from the statues towards the woman. “Save me! They’re going to kill—”The vampire turned its gaze upon her. That was all it did and terror so ineffable stopped the girl dead in her tracks. Her arms and legs trembled feebly. Pitiful sounds escaped her throat. The vampire approached. She feared the worst. Tortured and drained of her blood. Bitten, taken to a keep to be feasted on by her clan until the end of her days, tortured all the while. An unseen pressure squeezed her heart and for a split second, she believed it was the vampire’s hand. It was adoration. From afar, she is beautiful in the same way a mountain is from the valley. Something to be marveled at in awe. From up close, that word is an insult worthy of death. Cold, overwhelming, it’s hard to breathe and inhospitable to life. The vampire stops in front of her. The girl dares not look up and keeps her sight trained on the vampire’s bare feet. Something tugs at her hand. It’s her sword being pulled free. Her eyes fearfully look up to see the ivory woman appraising the weapon. “A marvelous piece of equipment. This sword has cleaved the heads of numerous vampires. You,” she kneels in front of the girl, lifting her gently by the chin onto her knees. The young girl blushes scarlet forced to meet eye to eye. “Where did you get this weapon?” the vampire demands.The girl is happy to answer. “The sword is Dendrick’s. My brother’s!” she says with a drunk smile.“Liar!” shouts the man farthest away. His gaze is fixed on the wide back of his silver brother, avoiding the paralyzing stare. “She’s a thief who pilfers from the dead. A grave robber! Corpse defiler. And she deserves death.”“Fool!” The vampire hisses and draws to her feet. Annoyance has turned into ire and her patience, like their time left on earth, is running out. “The girl speaks the truth. She can not lie to me. And,” she adds. “I am the one who determines who is worthy of death and who is not here.”“… Not anymore you’re not.” The man speaks in a low growl and steps from behind the shadow of his brothers. Instantly his joints lock and his muscles seize from the vampire’s gaze. He grips his sword tight, however, and advances. His will is firm. And his hatred for vampires is stronger than his fear. His bravery—or what is interpreted as bravery—inspires his comrades to overpower their fear. They’d moved back when the vampire advanced, now they advance once again, shambling, clanging soldiers of metal with arms raised.“Girl, you wanted me to save you?” It takes a moment for the girl to realize she’s the one being addressed. “My assistance comes at a steep price. If I am to waste my time and energy, sacrificing my garden to the blood of these fools, I require payment.” A red tongue wets her lips. “Pay it or accept your fate.”… There is only one thing of value to a vampire. There is only one thing of value the girl has to offer. —My body. My...blood. She comes to that understanding quickly. The thought of being savored and sampled by a vampire as though she were an expensive wine sickens her. Yet, she is resolved enough to ask a vampire for help. Hell, she was resolved to die in attempting to steal that weapon right under the soldier’s nose. To keep it, she’ll pay the price to stay alive. There’s nothing left to go back to, her brother is dead and so is the rest of her family. So be it. She nods in agreement.The vampire’s feet vanish. Displaced wind and dust cause the girl to turn her head and close her eyes. When she opens them, only a second later, what she sees makes her blood run cold. Three men, three bodies, spray geysers of blood into the air. Their heads, eyes, brain, and skull are turned into fine red mist and blown away in the wind. The next second, the bodies collapse, staining the purple field red from their neck stumps.Revulsion. Horror. Terror. Did humans have so much blood? “Moving that fast always makes my ears ring.” The monster in white is at her side even before the men collapse. The sword in hand is stained red, but her clothes and skin are untouched by the red rain. She slaughtered them. With nary a scream or groan, three people die, without even knowing it. The girl can only stare, wide-eyed, at the massacre then at the vampire when a soft, ice-cold hand, turns her cheek. “Not here,” whispers the vampire.Nearby, there is a white blanket stretching a rectangle over a patch of low grass. The girl is made to lay on it. The vampire stabs the bloody sword into the earth like a grave marker then strips her dress off and lays it, neatly folded, next to the blanket. Her slender, nude body absorbs the moon’s blue rays and reflects a pale light. For a moment, she stands over the girl as if to bask in her glow. There’s not an ounce of shame in her. There is, however, practicality in spades. She doesn’t want to get her dress dirty. She straddles the supine human.“What’s your name?” the vampire asks, staring into the girl’s unblinking gaze. Feeding is an intimate experience for vampires. Yet the Kiss of Blood is so rarely a thing willingly offered or given. The least she could do is ask for the girl’s name.“… Tomei” the girl answers. Her consciousness is being suppressed. When she wakes up, if she wakes up, she will not remember any of this. “Tomei…” The vampire whispers the name of the girl. The girl’s heartbeat rings in her ears tempting an unquenchable thirst. She brings her face closer to Tomei’s neck and extends her tongue. She can sense where the blood vessels and arteries are. “Have you known a man before?” she breathes into the girl’s ear. The answer is a truthful “No.” She’s inexperienced with men and vampires. It was right to put her under hypnosis. The Kiss of Blood has shattered the souls of kings and defiled children until they broke. The bite of a Pureblood is even worse. If she’s not careful, the same fate awaits this human, the first she’ll ever give her Kiss to.“My name is Goëtia.” Tomei will never remember her name. Nor the pain of her delicate neck being pierced by Goëtia’s fangs. Nor of the immeasurable pleasure of having her lifeblood partaken. The vampire moves in shadow, always under the cloak of night.In the dead of night, blood tastes like honey. 


08/01/2020 03:40 PM 


Willkommen! I am "Goëtia." Thank you for taking a look at my character and accepting my friend request or sending one! If you so choose. As some of you may know, it's based heavily on the Vampire Hunted D universe. If you have no idea what that is, that's okay. The Overview on the main page tells all you need to know. I welcome questions. I may not have all the answers or explain things perfectly, but I will try. For you. This profile will be public, so you know what you're getting yourself into. If you're not comfortable setting our prospective story in her world, we can do yours, or work out something more personable, unique to our story. I won't ask your character to change, but I will ask that I be able to keep mine. I worked hard and intend to work harder on her, after all. About "Goëtia" Goëtia is a very story-driven character. What do you do, waking in a world that doesn't belong to you? Friends hunted down by hunters, family as well. Strangers are either terrified of you or hate you for what you are and want you dead. I wish to answer these questions. Through our stories. Short side-stories, or longer ones. I don't mind. That said, I have no idea what to make of a story with your character. Will your character bring her with them on a journey? Fall in love and end it content to live out the remains of her (very long) life in secrecy and solitude, never indulging again? Will she give in to her blood lust, grow arrogant, and take slaves and end up on the wrong side of a Hunter? Will they meet and passways one lovely night without affecting either of them in any significant way? Perhaps one of them dies? Is she still dreaming, asleep in her pod? Are you? I'm a blank piece of paper. Let's brainstorm. Tell me more about your character and I'm sure we can come up with something together. I've written a sample. Please have a look at it. If you favor multi-para replies, come chat me up. Ah, but I don't demand it! "The last man on Earth sat in a room. There was a knock on the door." So much you can say, in two sentences, right? If you've got that kind of confidence, go for it, if not… work with me here. I want to be a better writer. I might clean this up at a later date. Not sure I'll tell any of you if it happens. I hope we can get along.


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