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06/08/2011 09: PM 

My Rules

Here is the way I do things...... *Rp is to be in comments unless otherwise told so.  *oocs are to be in messages.  *Comments and messages get deleted after I read them. *I don't rp according to the WWE. Storylines are on my own ideas.  *Once I am with someone in rp I DO NOT cheat. *I will not cyber. Basic "They had sex" is fine. Details on kissing and and basic touching is fine. After reading these please use the words title.

Guardian Reaperę

06/07/2011 01: PM 

Starter [[reply in messages with the last paragraph copied and pasted]]

The sound of thunder and lightning cracked along the sky. Rain fell from the skies in a mass of pounding and noise. The ground almost shakes with the force of the elements above. The night was black and the moon herself was covered by the feuding winds and clouds. A small town below was dark and what lights that were on flashed barley able to keep on. No one moved in the streets afraid of the things that crawled in the night and in the storm. This town was a haven for everything deadly and townsmen watched from there windows with rifles.Along a road entering the city was a figure dressed in a black coat. a hood covering his face. The flashed from above showed that the only feature that could be seen was his mouth and on it was a small smile. He walked into the town toward the center which made way to a small park. In the center was a canopy and the only dry part of the land. There he walked and when he was under the shelter he looked up to the waring skies and gave another smile. His gloved hands flexing to his sides and waiting for what he knew would come. He spoke, and his voice sounded angelic yet held power This is going to be one hell of a night


06/05/2011 07: PM 


Disclaimer first off - I am not Bonnie Wright, nor do I claim to be her. 1. Right off the bat, do not bring me OOC drama. I have had too many experiences with that. Role-play is not for OOC drama. It is about writing and being creative and even making some pretty great friends. I am all for in character drama, I love it, but OOC is a no no. Please don't come to me bringing me "He said she said" stuff. It will be ignored and if need be you'll be deleted. 2. On that same note, I don't blacklist people nor do I partake in it. I think it's childish. If you're having issues with someone, then hit the delete and block button. That's why they are there. 3. Now onto the love interest. I have one to whom I am loyal to. Therefore I will not have sexual relations with another male/female.  No flirting or anything of the sort. IE do not send me messages asking for sexual things and such. I find it annoying and disturbing. If you can't plainly see, I adore the person I am with! 4. My mains, I have them. That does not mean I will not role-play with other Hermione's, Harrys, Luna's ect.... I don't believe in shutting my character off to role-playing with other characters like that. My mains will come first though with messages and replies. The only character this does not apply to is Harry's. Due to the fact that I have a Harry as my love interest. Carrying out a role-play with another Harry [relationship wise] is something I cannot do. Having other Harry's as friends? Of course. - you get what I mean :] 3. That brings me to canon. Yes my Ginny is mostly canon, although I do make allowances here and there.  I love story-lines with twists and turns. Heck we need that or things would get rather boring. So I am all for anything fun and interesting, even if it's not canon. Now, second generations role-players I have difficulty coming up with story-lines with. That's not to say we can't. If we can come up with something interesting and fun then I am all for that. 4. Literacy, it's a good thing. We all make mistakes, I know I can from time to time. I'm not exactly anal on this subject. Just as long as you're trying that's all one can ask for. 5. Multi-Para and Novella is how I roll, but this is not a set rule for others. I prefer it of course. I love to write, but I also goof around in comments with people for fun as well. My outlook is this, I prefer quality over quantity. If you are role-playing with me I will not have a set length that you HAVE to do. I'm not that kind of person. 6. "You add, you start" This rule doesn't apply. I  have no issues with starting even if you added me. 7. Life can be hectic, we all have lives away from the magical world of role-play. Therefore my replies may be slow. I do apologize for that. I hope you all will be understanding of this as I will always understand it with you. I will do my best to get replies done in a timely fashion. I will never hound anyone for a reply. You can take as long as you need. That is one thing that will never bother me. 8. Don't steal. It's not very nice. If you want something, simply ask. I would be more than happy to give it to you or help you with anything. Those are the rules such as they are :] If you took the time to read them I thank you!

the remarkableϟ

06/05/2011 04: PM 


Disclaimer: I am not Daniel Radcliffe or Harry James Potter. I do not associate myself with Warner Bros, or J.k Rowling. Though I WISH I knew her, I do not. I am not some psycho who is disillusioned enough to believe they are a character from a book, or a celebrity they do not know. I am merely a roleplayer. I don't like it when people Godmode. It is ridiculous how many people do this. Why in the world would I want anyone to kill me? If I did I would have allowed Voldemort do it ages ago. But I'm not suicidal so I don't want you too. And if you hate my guts and want me dead, Get help. Or at least give me a chance to defend myself. Also no one is invincible. Nobody. And don't just throw spell after spell at me, and end the battle before I get a chance to respond. You'll find yourself off my list before you refresh your page.I Multi Paragraph Roleplay which is kind of long if you know what Multi (multiple) and Paragraph means. Which you should or else, why are you even on here? I only Para with friends If they allow it. One lining...ehhhh, not so much. Maybe when the Roleplay isn't serious and it's just joking around. Oh. PLEASE do not use computer grammar. If you don't know what that is it is this; 'hello harry how r u?' that's so annoying and overall, it's lazy. If you don't know how to spell, just try your best, but i won't accept less. I hate Auto-Role playing. Now I don't mind if you say where I am in the first roleplay unless I already explained that in which you have no right. Because it ruins the roleplay for me and like parents, it'll suck the fun out of everything. If you add me, I would appreciate it if you actually talked to me. I cannot tell you what i hate more than people who do not even attempt to associate with me after adding me. There is simply no point and I refuse to be just another person on your 'collection list'.Sod off you stupid muggles! I'm tired of you trying to add me! Or your stupid messages. No one cares. you're not funny comedians, and you can't sing you crackpot, amateur artists. >:[ I am a roleplayer and the sooner you learn what that is the better.Twins? I've done them before. Most people don't add characters that are the same as their own because of thieves. But I'm not a thief. I'm perfectly capable of editing on my own thank you very much. If you add me, or I add you, don't steal from me and don't assume I'm adding you to steal. I think having a Harry on my list to rp with would be awesome. But nowadays It's hardly likely to happen. Sex? Why not, it's natural, I'm not afraid of it. But don't expect me to just sleep around with anyone because I won't. I want NO OOC drama. It's completely idiotic. I don't want to hear it in messages either. It ticks me off. And its pointless. this is a roleplay thing, not some real life crisis.If you are the type of person who cannot make up their damn mind about who you're going to roleplay and continuously change your name and face, do not add me got it? its very confusing and I hate being confused. Anti-Randomist? *covers ears and blocks you out* I cannot stand dead-fish seriousness. Being mature and stuff is good yes, but you don't always have to sound so professional or be so stuck up. This is a place for fun people, not a job interview. Also, I am a random kind of person sometimes, so If you don't like that stuff... -shoots- No I'm joking...Maybe. Non Canon Characters-I'll roleplay with you, but if your character isn't fleshed out enough, and you just send me some random starter, It'll be harder for me to respond, and I might not even respond. So if you are non-canon, It would be better if you talk out a storyline with me and tell me a bit more about your character. You add, you start!!!!!! uhm, no. You added me when I requested, therefore you had some reason to, therefore you my friend can send the starter. I'm not refusing to start, but I'd much rather work out a storyline first. Random starters are stupid. There's no getting around it. They always lead to one thing: me not replying. Like the above said, I can get stuck, not just with non-canon though, canon too. I really like discussing first. Ginny is not my true love! Basically, I'm not just going to go for a Ginny simply because it's canon. I play Harry as best as I can, and I've been told I play him rather well so I'll just go off that. But my Harry isn't destined to be with Ginny. He can be with anyone I want him with; period.Oh first person, how I hate thee. Each time I read a first person thing I just think "ugh, Twilight style." First person annoys and confuses me. When you say "I" I think me? Makes me feel like I'm doing everything you say your character apparently is doing. I don't know why, it's just irritating when people use "I" instead of "he" or "she" or whatever. Not too many books (at least that I've read) use "I" and since I roleplay book style, that's just how I prefer to roleplay, a consistent style and for us to go from third person to first is just puzzling. Character Description: When has Blaise Zabini ever been Caucasian, peurto rican or a woman? Blaise Zabini is a black man. That goes for Dean Thomas as well. Seriously people, it's stupid of you to change them when you know what they freaking look like. And if anyone tries to add me and their character is any other race or gender than they are originally supposed to be, I'm not adding you. You know why? Because that's grounds for people f**king up this world with their nonsense. Did you know I saw the twins with a gender alteration? Yeah, don't even get me started on how wrong that is. For f**ks sake. But you know what? If I do happen to add you anyhow, and we do roleplay, I'll just describe them how they really are despite your default. And Don't tell me I'm wrong either because you're wrong. What's the problem with making them how they are? Yeah i get it that's how you perceived them to be, not J.K. But you aren't the author and it's not your character. You know what they look like, so don't you think putting in your biography if you're a Blaise for example, that you're Caucasian with blonde hair is uhm wrong? because it's incorrect? If that's the case, then I might as well make myself Asian or something. But people wouldn't add an Asian Harry would they? But they'll add a physically incorrect Blaise and Dean, that's just f**king stupid. I don't care how minor the character is, if J.k put time in to tell us their description why the hell do people go around changing it? If you read the books, you know what they look like, you know how they are.  Even if you haven't read the books, Dean is in all the movies, and Blaise was in HBP. You've read about them or you should have if you're playing them. It's not a matter of lack of photos because their are plenty of celebs in this world with all different races, don't even go there. So do us all a favor and play your character with their  looks and personality in tact.------------------If you read all of these, congratulations. you're a hell of a soldier for putting up with my long ass rules and reading them straight through. I'd give you a cookie but i probably like miles away from you sooo -gives e-cookie- If you didn't read my rules don't you dare take a cookie! >:[Signed: Kappy I have the right to change, alter, and create more rules. 


06/05/2011 04: PM 

Sylvie's Background Story

My name is Sylvie Belle and this is my story. I was born to Jacques and Cecile Belle in the lovely town of Paris, France. Growing up I lived in a grand estate with many servants and maids. As a child, I remember I used to take long strolls with my father in one of our many rose gardens. He would hold my hand and tell me stories of great heroes and the princesses they saved. Oh, how I love his stories. I dreamed of being a princess, and wished with all my heart to one day find my prince. Then there were warm lazy summer days with mother. We would sit upon the green grassy fields of our back yard, underneath a large peach tree and she would sing to me. Her voice was one so soothing, so light and warm, I often thought that angels themselves would peek behind the cloud of heaven just to marvel at her voice. I enjoyed time spent with my mother very much so. Her warm smile is one of my most treasured memories. Everything was perfect; life was grand and beautiful, until one fateful day.I was in my room at the age of 16 , my parents were down stairs in the dining hall, discussing business as usual. My father owned a very well known weapons and artillery company, Voltaire corp., and my mother helped him over see affairs. Anyways, they as they discussed affairs of the company a sudden ring at the door brought my mother and father at full attention towards the ring of the bell. My father would turn to my mother to ask, 'Are you expecting guess dear? ' My mother would look at my father and shake her head, 'No, I thought you were darling.' My father stood up and walked towards the door, my mother followed. 'Hm, who could it be.' My mother had a strange feeling of queasiness in the pits of her stomach as they walked towards the door. Mean while, I was in my room I heard the door bell and so hopped out of bed and peered out my window. I saw 3 black cars and many men dressed in black suits with dark shades over their eyes, surrounding my house. I wondered what was going on so decided to head down stairs. My father reached the door and peered through the little peep hole in the door to see the visitors, as his eyes fell upon the men in suits, he quickly, in a slight panic grabbed my mother's hand. 'Cecile, we have to get out of here, now, Get Sylvie! 'I heard the panic in my fathers, usually calm voice and knew that something really bad was going to happen. My mother nodded quickly to my father and raced up stairs to get me. Mean while my father starts to barricade the door as the servants and maids start to get in a panic as well, not really knowing what was going on. My mother came racing up stairs, spotted me and quickly grabbed my hand to pull me down stairs. 'Darling we must be going, come. ' I looked up at her not knowing what was going on. 'What's happening mother?? Why are we leaving like this?? When will we be back? I don't want to go!' Questions raced from my lips as she pulled me quickly down the stairs towards my father who was talking to the servants, 'Don't open the door, and don't let them in no matter what! 'With that said he turns to my mother and grabs her free hand and pulls both me and her towards the back exit of the house. Many emotions raced through my head at that moment, my heart began to race as loud bangs on our front door start to sound. My father pulled my mother's hand faster and held it tighter. We barged through the back doors. My of my father's cars was parked back there. All three of us raced towards the car. I looked back and saw the men in black suits had broke into our house and how were terrorizing our servants asking rudely where the family of the house had gotten too. The servants coward under the guns of the intruders but remained loyal and said not a word about where myself and my parents had gone off too. Then men grew impatient and I heard loud shots being fired and the screams of maids. 'Father! Who are those people and why are they doing this!!' I asked as we raced faster towards the car. 'I will explain everything when we get to a safer location, for now just run! ' My panic stricken mother held my hand tightly and I could feel how tense she was. Suddenly a bullet whizzes over the top of our heads, barely missing my father. 'Father!' I yelled as we all had ducked. 'Jacques! ' My mother yelled. Soon a man in a back cloak and eye patch appeared from behind a tree, like a ghost. 'The time has come Jacques, you will give the girl to me, and maybe I will spare your life. ' I looked at the man, was he talking about me? What did he want with me? What was my father's connection to this man? My father stood up tall, showing no fear in his stance or his eyes, what so ever. 'You shall never obtain the Trinity Key! ' My father yelled, as he pushed my mother and me behind him. ' Is that so? Well, can't say I didn't try to be nice...' the eye patched man narrowed his visible eye and held up his back hand gun to point at me. My eyes grew wide as I peered upon the barrel of the gun. 'NO! ' My father yelled. Everything happened quickly, before I knew it a loud shot was heard, smoke wisped from the gun and my mother held her stomach, collapsed on the ground besides my feet as crimson blood stained her white dress. 'CECILE!' My father's eyes grew wide and he quickly was on the ground by my mother's side. My mother had pushed both me and my father out of the way of fire and taken the hit herself. 'Mother!!' I too kneeled at my mother's side. My father looked gaze at the eye patched man with so much hate and anger that if looks could kill the man would have burst into flames at that instant. 'Look at that, Cecile you're still the same ....heh, fool.' The man smirked sadistically and pointed the gun at my father this time. My eyes grew wide and I instantly moved in front of my father, and dying mother. 'No! Stop this! Stop it! I won't let you hurt my family more than you have! You evil man, whoever you are! 'Tears started to fog up my vision as I spoke, but my voice was strong. My father was behind gazing down at my mother as he held her in his arms. She turned look at me and reached out to me and weakly uttered, 'S-Sylvie...n-no...' blood spilled from her lips and down her chin as she quince from the intense pain in her side. My father held my mother tighter, pain in his eyes shone bright as he watched my mother breathe her last breaths. 'Cecile... y-you can't leave me....' He uttered as tears rolled from the corner of his eyes. 'Ugh...all this is pathetic, it wouldn't have come to this if you would have just given me the girl.' The cloaked man spoke. Suddenly four men in black suits and dark shades ran out from our house towards where the four of us were. 'About time, idiots,' The eye patched man hissed. 'grab the girl! I'll take care of Jacques and whats left of Cecile.' I turned and clinged to my father. ' NO! I will not go anywhere with you people!' My father clinged to me as well and yelled. 'Stay away from her! Do whatever you want with me just leave her and Cecile alone!' My father glared at all the men in suits. 'You're in no position to make demands Jacques. ' The eye patched man snapped his fingers and suddenly a man grabs me from behind, pulls me roughly from my father and places a white cloth over my mouth and noise. I struggled to get free but soon I found my vision blurring, my eyes heavy and my breathing slowed, and then it was dark...After being knocked out by those men in black suits I had found myself waking up abruptly in a hospital bed. To this day, I do not know what had become of my parents or that man in the black cloak and eye patch. When I asked the hospital personnel they only told me that a man had brought me here and told them to take care of me. Also they told me I had been in a coma for the past 4 months. I looked around and knew I was no longer in my home town of Paris, France but in some foreign lands. I was in what looked like Japan. So many questions raced through my head, like how I came to be here and why that man was after me and my family. I vowed to myself that I would one day avenge my parents and find out the truth. 3 years have passed since I got out of that hospital, dazed and confused. Luckily one of the doctors felt sorry for me and gave me work at the hospital. Luckily, I was fluent in Japanese, for my father made sure I was well rounded in language education as a child. I worked at the hospital and lived in a small cramped apartment for 2 hard years until I reached the age of 18 then I said good bye to the good doctor and went on my way to search for my parents...for the truth... I have hope that one day...I will find that eye patched man, and cast upon him revenge for taking away all that was dear to me, all that I had enjoyed so much...for taking about my life...and shattering my seemingly so He will pay.

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