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- Please read carefully while discussing or chatting in general. If you misunderstand what I'm saying because you skimmed through, I'll end up deleting you because I'm not going to explain what should be clear if you don't feel like reading.- I like to know whom I'm adding. So if your account is private or hides too much information I don't know what I'm adding. So it's an automatic deny for I do not enjoy having to guess.- Flooding me in compliments or flirting too much will only push me away from you. Not closer. Eventually I'll just ignore you so be very careful in how you approach me in messages. Like wise romance focused or 18+ accounts are very likely to be denied.- No inserting your character into Faina's story or any ideas of that nature. She's not your sister, servant of any kind, she has never met you prior, she's not homeless. In short don't attempt to place my character in situations that don't fit who she is. And on the other end, Faina has no assistants, her sibling is on Earth, her parents are dead, and the teachers who helped her are part of the story. Closest I'll allow is another character to be living on the world, or someone who attends one of the schools of that world. Let's keep it on a first meeting basis.To clarify, this isn't a school for learning. So there are no kids or teens going to this place. It's young to older adults learning to fight or use magic.- I will not be giving discord. And if our characters do get close, don't try to take the chance to be weird and assume we too are buddy buddy irl.- I intend to rp in messages. Sorry won't be adding anyone who stays in stream all the time. Comments may be easily forgotten. Be warned.- Third person rping, don't control my character in any shape or form.- While Faina has her abilities, I'm not sure if that side of the rp world still exists where characters would work together in battle. So for that reason I won't post them right now as I have no interest in battling other characters. But if Faina's abilities start to be pried about in rps then I'll post them.- Lastly don't rush me for replies. I can take a few days to give a response. This is normal I promise. The person behind Faina tends to be a little airheaded. So have patiance.

Phonemes and Weak Vowels   If you didn't read Active Writing, this post will confuse you. Read that first.   ~*~   English as a poet's language is a tremendous struggle because the modern format of the language itself doesn't lend well to the job. Part of this is because we are told, over and over, to write in the past tense, which can be considered the default tense of the language.   English past tense sounds awful, to be frank. And so does progressive, and the adverb attachment, and these components of the language can make up 95% of the things you say in everyday conversation. The combination makes people sleep through whatever you say. Here's why:   1. In past tense, things are already done. Nothing is new. 2. In progressive, you're doing something, but it's not completed. 3. In the adverb phrase, you describe a verb with an entirely new clause that can balloon out into paragraphs of its own if you're a moron. You aren't adding new conflict, just describing one that's already occurred. The adverb phrase is flavor text.   Compounding that is the grammatical inflexion of each of these word categories is a limp-wristed unstressed e vowel that trails off into nothing. -ed, -ing, and -ly are all examples of this. Ending your words with a weak syllable steals their impetus. It makes your prose weak.   This is in part due to the fact that English as a language is f***ing lazy. -ed was pronounced in full, once upon a time - say beloved, and you can hear the difference in the hard hit of the stressed suffix. VED. It has weight. We lost that in Old English, along with a lot of the language itself, thanks to William the Conqueror, may he be f***ed forever.   - ing, likewise, is a f***up of the Anglo-Norman scribes at the time, who had trouble pronouncing the strong syllables of proper Old English. At the time, it was pronounced -ende (en-DE) which would result in words like   - swimende - runinde   and so on. Rather that deal with the weight of that last syllable, the scribes of the time weakened it, to - en and then attached a g at the end, forming -eng. Then they confused with with the Old English suffix -ing, which at the time was a totally separate thing, and mashed them together instead of trying to figure it out.   The history of English is that in a nutshell: people shoving sh*t together and pretending that works. We still do it! It's how f***ing compound words work!   The adverb phrase is a reflection of the fact we're in a action-oriented language with a crippled verb inflection pattern; instead of conjugating the verb properly so that we know number, gender, time, and so on and so forth, we just shove it into the end and describe the verb in a footnote clause.   That's the adverb phrase. English really likes adverbs, so much, in fact, that you can shove -ly onto anything you want, and everyone understands you. -ly just means "having the qualities of", so instead of using a verb that means what you mean, now you can write a complete new sentence throwing darts at the board hoping that someone gets what you're talking about!   Man, f*** this language.   ~*~   The work goes uphill, folks.   You want to sound sharp? Drop these sh*t suffixes.You can drive between them with some care, and the result is crisp, clean diction. You need a progressive every once in awhile, I admit, to tell people when you're still talking. Past tense is also required as a function of the language. Sh*t that happened yesterday doesn't cease to exist today.   But you can cut down on their use.   Most important, stop throwing words after your verbs with -ly. Someone that walks quickly is in a hurry. Someone that talks angrily argues. You're wasting extra words to get meaning you could have front-loaded. It's bad practice - extra iceberg lettuce in your word sandwich. Make your sentences nutritious, dammit.

"Malkavians are, uh… interesting. There's something to them. Learning to sort the wisdom from the bullsh*t can be some work and, uh, not all of them are worth listening to, but, uh, they're all good fun if you ask me." -BERTRAM TUNGAll vampires blessed (or cursed) with Malkavian (mal-kay-vee-uhn) blood running through their dead veins suffer from some form of madness or another, each childe gaining a degree of insanity after their Embrace. Their unhinged minds allow them to see things other Kindred cannot, a trait often referred to as the 'Gift of Insight'. A Malkavian's level of madness varies; no two Kindred of the clan seem to be the same, from emotionless sociopaths to raving lunatics and everything in between, one thing is certain however no matter the difference. Malkavians are all clinically insane; the mental illnesses they suffer range from schizophrenia to near-catatonia. Strangely enough, they are a pillar to all other strains of vampirism; historically they've been bound by strange insight and compulsions. This insight is reflected in different ways depending on the individual, from voices to hallucinations, as well as so much more. This insight allows them to see things that should be unkown. know things that cannot be known and discern friend from foe with ease. The issue? These insights can lie just as easily as they tell truths. Discerneing which voices or hallucinations to trust is one of a malkavian's biggest obstacles.If they do manage to gain a vague handle on their madness a malkavian can become an extremely powerful force to be reckoned with, through their shared madness and the powers of Auspex and Dementation, many are able to glimpse little bits of the future or the past. True Oracles and Seers, however, go beyond these common talents. They are blessed (or cursed) with strong visions that come upon them without warning. No one knows for sure from where this connection originates. Some embrace their powers and attempt to channel them. Some try to shun the visions and get on as if nothing happened. Other unsensitive Malkavians use the picture of the prophet for their own advantage like mortal fortune-tellers, using vague prophecies to secure themselves safe places. Those with the true Sight, however, often suffer for it, as they receive visions they do not understand at first and then watch helplessly as these visions unfold before them.Despite their madness, most Malkavians are not anti-social. In a certain period of time during their unlives, they may experience the cravings of companionship. Often, such companionship can ground the Lunatic's madness, giving them a focus that solitary Malkavians often lack. They are also notorious pranksters whose "jokes" range from silly to sadistic. Against all odds, however, the children of Malkav are among the oldest surviving vampiric clans. They are one of the 13 original Cainite clans and can trace back their history to times preceding the biblical Deluge. They were also among the founders of the powerful Camarilla, a massive coaliton of different clans of kindred who work together to preserve order among all vampires and work hard to keep vampiric knowledge out humanity's hands, hiding their existence and preserving the ever necessary "Masquerade". 

BIRTH NAME | Amy Bradford  SPECIES | Human (Formally) Vampire (present)STRAIN OF VAMPIRISM | Malkavian  GENDER | Female  SEXUAL PREFERENCE | Demisexual  ASSUMED AGE | 18  ACTUAL AGE | 23  PARENTS | Forgotten  SIBLINGS | Forgotten  PETS | None   CURRENT LOCATION | The streets of manhattan  NATIONALITY |  American  LANGUAGES | English. EDUCATION | Had just started her first year of college before she was turned by her sire  OCCUPATION | None  HEALTH | As healthy as a walking corpse can be. She's incredibly pale, lacks any sort of heartbeat, and is as cold as ice when touched.  MENTAL HEALTH | While she was human, Amy suffered from minor depression, severe social anxiety, and    HEIGHT | Information.  WEIGHT | Information.  EYE COLOUR | HAIR COLOUR | Information. |Information.  RACE |ETHNICITY | Information. |Information.  TATTOOS | Information.  PIERCINGS | Information.  DISTINGUISHING FEATURES | Information.   SMOKE | DRINK | DRUGS | Information. - Information. - Information.  LIKES | Information.  DISLIKES |Information.  ASTROLOGICAL SIGN | Information.  HABITS | Information.  STRENGTHS | Information.  WEAKNESSES | Information.  DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS | Information

An old starter / writing from the past when my creativity was at a high point(song pairing:https://youtu.be/QbNEIQvgIdg) Few people could say they’ve seen their own grave. Maybe they were the one in millions that was falsely designated as dead or maybe they played some twisted trick on their friends and family. For River,  it was a nightmare each time. The cold winter wind blew on the gray day. Among the scattered tombstones of the fallen, a crowd in black gathered to mourn. A portrait of a young kid, not even in his prime stood beside the handmade casket. Standing beneath a willow tree, a man cloaked in dark stood, watching the crowd. His eyes gazed upon the elderly woman beside the sorrowed man, cuddled together in comfort of this dreaded event. Closing his eyes, he sighed deeply and his hand tightening and loosening its grip. He opened his eyes and continued watching. He saw many young kids among the group, and many adults. The man’s heart stopped and froze, his thoughts lost in the clouds of memories. Two months priorIt was graduation day for Pencer High School. This graduation was the final one that some students would go through or be the stepping stone for further accolades in their future endeavors. Standing in line to follow the students and go through their seats as rehearsed, the short haired man held a saddened expression, practically blank. Ignoring the words of students talking in line about what they’d do later on after the ceremony, he continued on taking each step and looking up at the crowds, smiling forcefully.Time passed and he soon took the stage. Meeting the gaze of a beautiful blonde woman, he kept his façade. He took the picture and paused, interrupting the ceremony. He took to the podium, speaking nonsensically to the students and crowds. Muttering words of “life is short and live it to what you want. But cherish the memories you make between those you love.” Then, only a scream rang through the auditorium. The sound of thunder broke the silence of the moment, waking the man from his daze. Rainfall dropped rapidly, drenching everything. The parents cried out in anger, cursing at God for doing this to their beloved son’s final day on earth. “Why? Why out of all the days? Didn’t you take enough from us…!?” the mother sobbed. The rain poured down harder, as if matching the mother's’ scorn. The burial had to be stopped. The crowd dispersed quickly, taking shelter. All but two remained. The young blonde stood drenched, her tears never ending like a cascading waterfall. Her voice barely audible from the thunder and rain, the man under the tree could barely read her lips. Why? That was what he read. That was the question that he asked himself so many times. “Why indeed, Rafael—no, not Rafael any longer; it is River…” Licking his lips, River prepared to approach the girl, only to pause tightening his hand, shaking. “No…she wouldn’t even understand my words. What I went through with her is something completely different from what she went through. I’ve no right to intrude in her life anymore. I am no longer a part of it…” Turning away he walked feeling the rain pounding away at his jacket. Turning back on last time to the girl, he smiled. “Least I could make you happy for the few years. May you find your true love.” Getting into the old beat up truck, the man sped off, leaving the cemetery. As he drove, River found himself obsessing over his past. How many times has it been since he died? He lost count in the thousands. He lived through the dark times, war times, and modern times. But even with all he experienced and all the joys he had in the lives he took over, he felt empty, and alone. Destined to be bound to death, River as he now called himself, found a sense of comfort in it. He remembered everything that day, and like all the other times, River felt a sense of safety, like someone or something was looking over him that day. He’d chase death to seek that comfort. It was familiar, yet he couldn’t recall why.Who or what had given him such comfort in a time that was of great despair? He tried to look through the crowd, unable to see if anyone had met his own gaze.River was smitten with the feeling, yet when he came to this body, he felt another feeling he dreaded, utter loneliness. It took some time to re-acquaint himself with the body, but after thousands, it was a quick adjustment. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was in the body of someone in the prime of his life. Though he despised it, he knew he had no say in what age of the body he seemingly took over. River found resolve, as he always did with a new life. This time for sure, was always the thought in his mind. I’ll be alone and won’t go through this. I’ll live a long life and just die alone. His thoughts fell to silence. He preached solitude yet he knew better. Something was missing. Years passed since that burial. Growing fully used to his body, River settled in a quiet mountain town, living out his life alone. All this time he had done it, spending his time alone, without the love or interruption of any kind. He succeeded, he thought. Solitude had once again become his eternal partner. But fate, destiny, karma, whichever of the three that despised him so much to place this affliction upon him, had other plans. Stepping out of his apartment with the wind blowing against the hairs of his grown beard and his hair swimming with the wind, he continued onward. What life had in store, what plans it had for him. He didn’t care. The empty shell he carried echoed with each footstep. It had begun again; a new woman entered his new life. 

Ship Rules:Writer is multi ship.Lewd is fine  with writerDont become posessive over a ship, not that deep.Other than that, lets have fun!~

Keikei v DrinaElain will face winner for the finals.

A)Fate (More Will be added to this series as I watch them)1.Fate Zero - Artoria. Anyone who's neededB)RWBY1.RWBY/RWBY Chibi - Ruby, Pyrrha, Ren, Jaune, Roman, Cinder, Salem, Qrow, Hazel, Ironwood, Ozpin, Oscar, OCs-----------------------------------------C)Final Fantasy1.Strangers of Paradise Final Fantasy Origin - Neon2.World of Final Fantasy - Ocs, Reynn3.Final Fantasy Type-0 - Seven, Sice4.Crisis Core Final Fantasy VII - Zack, Cisnei, Genesis, Angeal, Yuffie, Ocs5.Final Fantasy VII Remake - Tifa, Yuffie, Ocs6.Final Fantasy X - Ocs7.Final Fantasy 13 Trilogy - Lightning, Serah, Vanille, Snow, Barthandelus, Yaag, Jihl, Cid, Ocs8.Final Fantasy 14 (and it's expansions) - Ocs, Y'shtola, Yda, Minfilia, G'raha, Thancred, Gaius, Lahabrea, Cid, Nero, Haurchefaunt, Illberd, Aymeric, Estinien, Ysayle, Hraesvelgar, Varis, Thordan, Nidhogg, Lyse, Zenos, Hien, Gosetsu, Yotsuyu, Sadu, Ryne, Vaulthry, Emet Selch, Elidibus, Lyna, Fandaniel, Meteion, Hythlodaeus, Julius, Zero, Venat, Golbez9.Final Fantasy 15 (base game and first 3 expansions) - Ocs--------------------------------------------D)Kingdom Hearts1.Kingdom Hearts Protagonists - Kairi, Xion, Riku, Aqua, Axel, Ava, Ocs2.Kingdom Hearts Disney Related - Any Needed Pretty Much, Will say Exceptions when asked.3.Kingdom Hearts Final Fantasy - Tifa, Zack, Yuffie, Sephiroth4.Kingdom Hearts Antagonists - Master Xehanort, Xigbar, Dark Riku, Vexen, Ansem, Xemnas, Terranort, Young Xehanort-----------------------------------------E)Nier1.Nier Replicant - Nier, Kaine2.Nier Autoamata - 2B, A2---------------------------------------------------F)Danganronpa1.Danganronpa 3 Despair Arc - Chiaki, Chisa, Ocs2.Trigger Happy Havoc (Anime and video game) - Ocs, Kyoko, Chihiro3.Ultra Despair Girls - Ocs4.Goodbye Despair - Chiaki, Ocs, Kyoko5.Danganronpa 3 Future Arc - Ocs, Kyoko6.Danganronpa 3 Hope Arc - Ocs, Kyoko7.V3 Killing Harmony - Ocs, Kaede------------------------------------------G)Tales of1.Tales of Berseria - Velvet------------------------------------------H)Little Nightmares1.Little Nightmares Series - Six-----------------------------------------I)Nintendo1.Super Mario Series - Ocs------------------------------------------ 

1. Please no comments if possible. It makes it easier to keep track in messaged for rps or discussions2. Multi-ship account (If applicable)3. Please don't be rude4. Not looking to rp on some account you made for a specific character, just looking to rp my own OC.5. I'll try to be on as much as possible but real life comes first6. Discussions preferred but if you send me a random starter please have it be coherent to a point I can actually introduce my character and definitely not one like this. Example: *whips out his massive c*ck in your face* suck on it Something like that is pretty much rude and while I do like smut in stories starting out with it like that isn't cool 7. You don't need to include any of my kinks if they make you uncomfortable. They're things I personally like but optional

Name: Brooks MeadowlarkAge: 18-25Height: 5"8Weight: 145Gender: MaleSexuality: Bi(Switch with men)Favorite Pokémon type: GroundBirthplace: Unova Region, Driftveil CityBadges: 8 from Unova and working on other regionsKinks: Likes; Pokephilia(smut with Pokémon), size difference, cum inflation       Dislikes: Watersports, feces, blood, gore, ABDLIf something you like or isn't like doesn't show up ask me about it, the worst you'll get is a no 

SandslashDex Entry: The drier the area Sandslash lives in, the harder and smoother the Pokémon’s spikes will feel when touched.Ability: Sand Rush(Hidden Ability)-Boosts the Pokémon's Speed stat in a sandstorm.Gender: MaleMoves: Earthquake, Swords Dance, Super Fang, X-Scissor DonphanDex Entry: If Donphan were to tackle with its hard body, even a house could be destroyed. Using its massive strength, the Pokémon helps clear rock and mud slides that block mountain trails.Ability: Sturdy-It cannot be knocked out with one hit. One-hit KO moves cannot knock it out, either.Gender: MaleMoves: Rapid Spin, Earthquake, Giga Impact, Thunder Fang MamoswineDex Entry: It looks strong, and that’s exactly what it is. As the weather grows colder, its ice tusks grow longer, thicker, and more impressive.Ability: Thick Fat(Hidden Ability)-The Pokémon is protected by a layer of thick fat, which halves the damage taken from Fire- and Ice-type moves.Gender: MaleMoves: Ancient Power, Ice Beam, Earthquake, Rest RhyperiorDex Entry: It relies on its carapace to deflect incoming attacks and throw its enemy off balance. As soon as that happens, it drives its drill into the foe.Ability: Solid Rock-Reduces the power of supereffective attacks takenGender: MaleMoves: Rock Wrecker, Earthquake, Megahorn, Thunder Punch HippowdonDex Entry: When roused to violence by its rage, it spews out the quantities of sand it has swallowed and whips up a sandstorm.Ability: Sand Force(Hidden Ability)-Boosts the power of Rock-, Ground-, and Steel-type moves in a sandstorm.Gender: MaleMoves: Earthquake, Crunch, Stealth Rock, Sandstorm

Elain v Setzo (will continue from previous round)Omen v KeikeiHellgates vs DrinaMatches may begin when ready.

BASICS|NAME: Elliot Cotter ( previously known as elena marie cotter )NICKNAME: Elli, EAGE: 26GENDER: Female to Male. ( trans man. )HEIGHT: 5ft 7WEIGHT: 116SCARS: Incision scars along his pectorals from masculinization mastectomy surgery. A thinner scar along his thigh from a knife fight. A puckered welt in his left shoulder from a stray bullet.BIOGRAPHY|Elliot was born and grew up in Missouri, Kansas. He was raised by a stern, but loving mother, Susan Cotter. With his father out of the picture and living in his hometown in Korea, Susan was left to raise young Elliot.From the moment he was old enough to conceptualize the world around him, Susan had made it clear what she wanted from him. For him to marry, and have kids. As much as he wanted to honor his mother's wishes, he wouldn't, couldn't. Too distracted by the overwhelming realization that he didn't quite fit in the way everybody else had. His mother would later die peacefully in her sleep three weeks after Elliot's fifteenth birthday and Elliot would finally have a word for his dissociation from his body. Gender Dysphoria. From there, he would go on bouncing from group home to group home, establishing himself as a bit of a troublemaker and a handful up until he enlisted in the army.Elliot served for four solid years under the command of Commander Perry Callaway and in secret, they shared intimacy. Their relationship was complicated, as at the time Elliot served as his birth name, "Elena Cotter" and gender, which was female. When Elliot came forward and was appropriately diagnosed with Gender Dysphoria, he had been discharged, and Elliot came to the conclusion that he and Perry's relationship wouldn't work. They'd end things, leaving their relationship disheveled and entering a new, awkward association soon after.He was no stranger to the officers in Kansas, having been attained more than once during his youth; it wasn't until one of which took a particular shine to Elliot. Adam Honeycot. Adam was an elderly fellow, someone who wasn't shy about putting Elliot in his place. The man eventually took him under his wing after Elliot was honorably discharged from the army, encouraging Elliot to pursue law enforcement and standing in as the fatherly figure that Elliot had craved. He would go on to usher Elliot's transition and even aid in his journey in his career.

A Young nigga got it bad 'cause I'm brown And not the other color so police think They have the authority to kill a minorityPhuck that zhit, 'cause I ain't the one For a punk motherphucker with a badge and a gun To be beatin' on, and thrown in jail We can go toe-to-toe in the middle of a cell Phuckin with me 'cause I'm a teenager With a little bit of gold and a pager Searchin' my car, lookin' for the product Thinkin' every nigga is sellin' narcotics You'd rather see me in the pen Than me and Lorenzo rollin' in the Benzo Beat a police outta shape And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape! To mark off the scene of the slaughter Still getting swole off bread and water I don't know if they faggots or what? Search a nigga down and grabbin' his nuts And on the other hand, without a gun, they can't get none But don't let it be a black and a white one 'Cause they'll slam ya down to the street top Black police showin' out for the white cop, Young Brotha will swarm On any motherphucker in a blue uniform Just 'cause I'm from the CPT, punk police are afraid of me, Yeah! A young nigga on a warpath And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath Of cops, dyin' in Anime. Yo! I got somethin' to say.PHUCK THE POLICE!