An old roleplayer looking to bring back some good old nior storylines in the comics verse, mostly Sin City but glad to take anyone. Give an old ex-con an add and share. http://www.roleplayer.me/1464174
About me: Elizabeth "Liz" Sherman is a pyrokinetic human woman, and a field agent of the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense. At age 11, she destroyed an entire city block, killing thirty-two people—including her parents and younger brother. Since then, she has been a ward of the Bureau, fighting evil forces and learning to live with her abilities.
Greetings Darling, Thank you for the add and please, Accept my apologies for not responding quickly enough. If there is a story you would like to have with me, Feel free to send me some ideas. Your Dearest Goddess hopes to hear from you soon.
Sanaya felt herself smile, pretty in love was a bit of an understatement for how she felt for Jack. She was destined, prophesied to be with him. He was the one who would stand beside her, fight beside her...them against the darkness. It had been their little saying for years now, but the tangerine hued demon Prince had no idea just how true those words had been...
"I am in love." She admitted, "I have been for a very long time and for once, finally, he cares for me too." She let that close the sentiment. She was in no hurry to bore Liz with the epic history of Jack and herself. That would involve copious amounts of alcohol. As she learnt that Liz too wasn't a fan of planes she took some comfort from it, she wasn't on her own with her dislike, that was a relief. The other Agents couldn't understand it and some of the braver ones would tease her about it.
Sanaya shivered as the entered the town, swallowing hard. She hadn't felt a bad energy like this in a long time. She frowned and wound down the car window, sticking her fingers out as if feeling for something. "So much pain..." She whispered softly, "Such injustice..."
She closed her eyes for a moment, the heat of phantom flames burning her skin. She choked, her hands moving to her throat as she felt the sensation of drowning. "I know, I know what they did to you..." She winced, clawing at her throat, gasping as her eyes went bloodshot. "No!" she choked, as tears rolled down her cheeks. "I'm here to help you..." She wheezed as she had the sensations of several deaths thrust upon her.