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08/07/2020 11:28 PM 

Arata Himura (Human(Can be changed) (Uke/Submissive.)

Name: Arata HimuraNickname: Ara.Title (If they have any): N/AAge: 17-20 years old.Species: Human. (Can be changed if you prefer.)Orientation: Gay.Position: Submissive/Uke.Occupation: Works at mother’s general store.Work Ethic: He works hard.Gender: Male.Immediate Family: His mother.Distant Family: His father and brother.Parenting: His mother raises him well.Hair Color: Silver.Eye Color: Emerald.Height: 5’9”Weight: 190 Lbs.Birthmarks/Scars: None.Health: Excellent.Phobias: Being in confined places.Addictions: N/AMental Disorders: N/AScent: Kiwi mixed with Coconut.Current Residence/Home:He lives in a medium sized apartment on his own. He has a two bedroom apartment with a full kitchen, full living room, bathroom and laundry room.Transportation: Bicycle.Family: Mother. Friends: Ryan.Marital Status: Single.Virginity: Yes.Hobbies/Interests: Basketball, cooking, sweets, surfing and swimming.Skills/Talents: Basketball, cooking, surfing and swimming. Also working at the general store.Powers/Abilities: N/A (Might change.)  Biography:


08/07/2020 10:39 PM 

Akihiko Fujimori (Human, Submissive)

  Name: Akihiko Fujimori.Nickname: Aki.Title (If they have any): N/AAge: 17-20 years old.Species: Human.Orientation: Gay.Position: Submissive/Uke.Occupation: Office Worker.Work Ethic: Excessive.Gender: Male.Immediate Family: Father. Mother. Brother. Distant Family: Grandparents. Parenting: Bad since his father was abusive mentally and physically.Hair Color: Midnight Black.Eye Color: Dark Chocolate.Height: 5’7”Weight: 180 Lbs.Birthmarks/Scars: He has a scar on his right wrist from a previous suicide attempt and a scar going from his left shoulder to his right hip from a whip. (His father was rather weird on that.)Health: Okay.Phobias: Being yelled at and being around his father alone.Addictions: Pain killers.Mental Disorders: Depression.Scent: Vanilla.Current Residence/Home:A small apartment, which has a full kitchen, half living room, a master bedroom and a bathroom with a shower.Transportation: Bicycle.Family: His mother, father and brother.Friends: Erik Ryder.Marital Status: Single.Virginity: No.Hobbies/Interests: Studying, reading, going for long walks, hanging out in the park and writing.Skills/Talents: Writing, cooking and working.Powers/Abilities: N/ABiography: 

City Hunter

08/07/2020 06:05 PM 

Hope for the Future

Rusted out, hollowed wrecks of snow-covered cars dotted the dilapidated highway stretching from the old Russian Cosmodrome, filled with the bodies of those who died at the hands of the Collapse. It was through these metal graves that a single Ghost, braving the harsh environment by his lonesome, looked to find his very own Guardian. He had spent a long time searching, centuries even, and hadn't come across the one who he could call his own. That was, until, he sensed something that drew his attention. Towards the edge of a cliff with a solitary car, he felt something that caused him to rush over, his whole being shaking with anticipation towards the feeling he had never experienced before. A single body rested there, and he knew, this was his Guardian. With a flash of light as his shell opened, the body was restored, and from the snow, arose the newly risen Light-bearer.The new Guardian didn't have much to his name. No memories of who he was, no real personal items on him to speak of. Only an old silver coin and a faded out nametag with six legible letters on it. He knew they were too far spread out to be a single name, but they were the only ones there, so he took them as his new one; Aleter. At the behest of his Ghost, Aleter made his way into the Cosmodrome to escape a rapidly forming blizzard, only to trade one danger for another. Fallen were crawling throughout the inside of the ruined structure, leaving Aleter to scavenge weapons to fight them off. Picking up an old Golden Age Khvostov auto rifle, he made his way deeper to find a means of escape. Fighting through Fallen and picking up whatever weapons he could get his hands on, he carved his way into a sealed-off hangar bay the Cosmodrome, wherein lied an old and rusted Arcadia-class jumpship that the Fallen hadn't been able to get their hands on. His Ghost immediately went to work, and within moments, the dilapidated ship sputtered to life. With little time to spare, they hurriedly boarded the ship, got the hangar bay doors leading outside to force open, and flew themselves out from the rusted tomb and on towards their new destination. The Last City; the only safe place left on Earth for humanity. Aleter's Ghost, who he had named Drake, had talked about it a lot, calling it their home now. And while they had made it to the City, it was far from the end of their troubles.Two weeks after arriving in the City, the SIVA Crisis broke out. The conflict began when Fallen had recovered an ancient Golden Age technology from the long-sealed section of the Cosmodrome known as the Plaguelands. The Fallen who had recovered these ancient nanites had hoped to incorporate them into their own bodies to turn themselves into gods. From there, they began to subjugate the other Fallen houses while simultaneously spreading the techno-plague. Soon, it had made its way into the City itself, which began to overwrite the systems within Guardians' armor, providing both positive and negative effects. Even still, those who had become infected with SIVA mocked the Vanguard for trying to contain it, eventually resulting in a quarantine placed on the City to reduce Guardian exposure. One-third of all Guardians became infected, though Aleter was not one of them, watching from the new place he had been given to live. From his home, he had witnessed the kinds of changes that occurred within his fellow Guardians, ranging from fits of hostility to rampant paranoia. Thankfully though, a cure was soon developed after reverse-engineering the technology by Owl Sector, the Hidden, and the Techeuns from the Reef, much to the disappointment of the infected Guardians. Meanwhile, the source of the SIVA outbreak was dealt with by the combined efforts of Lord Saladin of the Iron Lords, who had dealt with SIVA centuries before, and the Guardian who had slain both Crota and his father, Oryx. From reports of the incident, The Fallen House of Devils had begun integrating SIVA nanites into their own bodies to enhance their own capabilities, despite the risks and side-effects, and had begun reproduction of the technology. Thankfully, SIVA had a self-destruct sequence in its coding as a last resort should it ever fall into the wrong hands, and through the actions of Lord Saladin and the Guardian, the techno-plague was destroyed, and the House of Devils robbed of their ill-gotten spoils. With the burden of the past lifted from Lord Saladin's shoulders, he began to rebuild the Iron Lords, recruiting Guardians as a new generation of the first protectors of the City, while the City itself recovered from the incident.However, while Aleter had not been revived for very long, the SIVA Crisis had influenced him. He had seen what could happen to his fellow Guardians, and indeed himself. He grew to feel a sense of aversion towards working with other Guardians, growing detached from them, and preferring to work alone as often as he could. Most never really noticed his discomfort, but one person in particular did. The Hunter Vanguard, Cayde-6, who made it a point to take the fledgling Aleter under his wing. Eventually, Aleter became comfortable around Cayde, and the two ended up forming a tight friendship. From then on, Cayde began to assign Aleter's missions, sending him out on various scouting, infiltration, and intelligence gathering ops throughout the system. Using his lone-wolf attitude to his advantage, Aleter excelled as a stealth agent for the City, though he rarely ever saw combat as a result. This continued for a little under a year, where Aleter would complete missions assigned to him by Cayde, return to the City, and swap stories with the Hunter Vanguard. For the first time since he had arrived there, Aleter finally felt like he had found a place he belonged.Things, however, never stay peaceful for long, despite how many wish it would. Almost one year later, the City faced a Cabal invasion force, beginning the Red War. During the Taken War and the conflict with Oryx, the Taken King, Cabal who were in the system had sent a distress signal after heavy losses to Torobatl, the capital, and the seat of power of the Cabal Empire.(Story of Destiny 2 continues as such)

๐ŸŒฑ Max the Elf ๐ŸŒฑ

08/07/2020 01:38 PM 


  1). 18+ writers only please!! No minors on my account.2). Not likely to go the way you wish. Yes, Max is a whore, but that doesn't mean you're getting free hip-grinding sessions with no stories~3). All stories (yes, ALL) welcomed ♥4). Women are always welcome to add! Max is scared of women, but he isn't opposed to them entirely. Maybe even a romance could develop, who knows? The mun in open to most everything so give it a shot!5). Be kind to muse and muse's friends. All for unkind characters, but don't be a d*ck ooc alright?~6). Be patient. Replies will come when they come. I cannot be online all the time. Excessive reminder messages are annoying and won't be blocked, just ignored because I think that's more petty. The more you pressure me, the slower the reply will take.7). My personal info (discord, etc,) will be given out on my terms. Mun reserves the right to deny anyone access when they feel like it. 8). Please give the Elf pats and love after you are done using him ♥ He is a soft boi and deserves affection still. 9). Horniness welcome ♥ But know when to contain it. If you have any special plans, please notify the mun so they can think about it.10). Make your intentions clear. Not everything is about sex, okay?11). If we have an erotic-centric roleplay, just know the mun may be online and not responding to it. It's hard to write erotica 24/7. So respect that~12). Okay bye!


08/06/2020 08:25 PM 

Writing Samples

Stuck In Your Traffic Light Her mind was made up, she wanted to become a counselor for all the heroes, giving them a place to feel comfortable enough to work on mental health. After many attempts, Koharu finally gets Katsuki to be a test subject. She assured him anything that happened would stay between the two of them, but he seems to still be hesitant with her accessing his mind, the one space he had safe from the world.Read This Sample by clicking here.  Sample Title summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summeryLINK HERE  Sample Title summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summeryLINK HERE  Sample Title summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summeryLINK HERE  Sample Title summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summery summeryLINK HERE


08/06/2020 06:20 PM 

Character TL:DR

Abused little boy Attacked by this thing Saved by this chick Becomes a witcher


08/06/2020 03:01 PM 


Character is Multiship. Yes, I do write smut. But it's earned through story and only if characters have chemisty. So, I prefer you don't ask right off the bat during a discussion. Speaking of discussions, if you approach me please come with some sort of idea. If none of us know what to do, it feels like pulling teeth trying to come up with something. I do have some plot/ice breaker prompts but they're kinda specific so I may or may not share. Random Starters are okay. IC interactions are okay as well, but please tell me if you're being IC so I don't reply OOC. I don't like people living in my friends list rent free. AKA, if you add me I'm expecting you to interact with me at some point. I usually give it a 2 weeks before I kick people out. No hard feelings, but I rather have 10 friends I'm that I actually roleplay with, than 50 who just post memes on stream. Because I describe my character as a brat *does not* mean that she’s going to submit to anyone with a 'dominant' label. These things are based again only on chemistry alone. Any character interactions, do not correlate with OOC interactions. These are all I can think of right now. These rules seem kinda stiff, but I'm not.


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.

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08/03/2020 12:03 AM 

[RP Advice] Please Stop, I Donโ€™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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Ichabod Crane

08/03/2020 08:20 PM 

Character Details: Under construction

Name: Ichabod CraneAlias: Isaac HowlettBirthday: October 31st, 1779Age:240Species: DhampirHeight: 5'10Weight: 179 lbsBody type: Slim, lightly tonedHair: Black, varying lengthsEye Color: Errie greenComplexion: PaleNationality: AmericanOccupation: Formerly a police officer, Ichabod would eventually become a monster hunter after getting fired in the aftermath of Sleepy Hollow.Likes: Blood, bourbon and old music. His car, a black 1980 Pontiac Firebird. Personality: Ichabod's most notable traits are his forensic and detective skills, as well as his social awkwardness. Although initially fearful of the supernatural, he eventually becomes courageous and usually acts selflessly. 


08/03/2020 10:49 PM 


๐‘ฏ๐’†๐’‚๐’…๐’„๐’‚๐’๐’๐’ #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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