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Liam's Origin Story Liam was born to Prian and Sarah Tallworth, two full blood wizards living near. London. His parents died when he was still a baby, killed in a crossfire between Aurors and Death Eaters, back during Lord Voldemort's first rise to power. Separated from his parents, Liam was unable to be properly identified, and wound up being adopted by another couple, who moved with him to Western Canada. There, he was raised as one of their own children, growing up with a step-brother and step-sister. When he was 9, Liam began to show his magical aptitude, so his adoptive parents began making arrangements to have him enrolled at the Salem Witchcraft Academy, America's top magic school. An opportunity arrived, however, in the form of a letter sent from his step-dad's friend back in England, one Arthur Weasley.  It turned out that there was a rare opening at Hogwart's School for Witchcraft & Wizardry, his parent's old Alma Matter, and Arthur was willing to sponsor Liam if he chose to attend. Being ever-curious about the mystery of his real parents, Liam accepted the offer, hoping that it would give him a chance to start digging into his past. When he turned 11, Liam said goodbye to his step-family, and headed to England. He stayed with the Weasley's untill the school term began, quickly making friends with the two older Weasley boys, Bill and Charlie. They all went to. Diagonal Alley for their school supplies, and Liam purchased himself a beautiful young Snowy Owl, that he named. Flakes. When school started, Liam soon became far too distracted in learning magic, to even think of his family mystery. He ended up in Gryffendor House, along with his friends the Weasley's, and also discovered that he had exceptional skills as a Quiddich Beater. That skill landed him his first job once he'd graduated, playing for the Puddleby United Quiddich team. He also took up jogging, something that his step-parents had been into, and something that many of his English friends thought unusual since he was so skilled on a broomstick. A couple years after school, he met some new friends who all lived together in a large and well-kept castle, not far from  Hogwart's, Hogsmead, and the Dark Forest, and was invited to take rooms there. Liam not only accepted graciously, but he also used his interest in different forms of magic to help explore, map, and guard the castle and it's grounds. He took to jogging through the Dark Forest at least twice a week, and it was only a year or so after moving in, that he was one day attacked while jogging by a particularly large and wild werewolf, becoming infected in the process. At first, he tried to keep the wolf inside him at bay by taking potions that suppressed the influence of the full moons, but eventually learned to master his new form and abilities. Unfortunately though, once the International. Quiddich Society learned of his affliction, they put pressure on Puddleby United to dismiss him from the team. Liam was so upset and enraged by the IQS and through them the Ministry of Magic's predjudism against. Non and semi-humans, that he became a lobbyist against it, taking a new position with a semi and non human rights group called VIDA, or the Vampires International Defense League. During his time there, Liam spent a lot of time going through Ministry records, and it was there that he finally solved the mystery of his past. In an old news article, he found a story of a battle between Aurors and Death Eaters where a lot of innocents had been killed. Since many of those innocents had been goblins and house elves, the Ministry had brushed the investigation aside. But among the humans who were killed, were a young wizarding couple, found lying next to an empty stroller with no infant to be found nearby. Liam frantically backtracked the story through several different newspapers, and eventually found a photo of the couple and their new son. Liam couldn't believe his eyes, for the husband in the photo bore an eerily striking likeness to himself. After enlisting some legal aid, along with a bit of inside help from a couple of his friends at the castle who worked within the Ministry, Liam was able to prove that he was in fact the missing heir to the Tallworth estate. Finally, Liam had solved the mystery, and had also gained an ancestral home he'd never known in the form of a large mansion and grounds just outside of Hogsmead, including a crotchety old house elf name Creeper. Liam lived comfortably for a while after that, getting used to living in the mansion while still frequently visiting his friends over at the castle. He even started taking on some freelance work, tracking and hunting rogue and feral werewolves that were too wild to function in normal society. Around that time, Liam met and fell in love with a young woman named Thunto Crouch, daughter of Theresa and Barty Crouch Jr.. It wasn't untill after Thunto had become pregnant, that Liam learned that the Crouches were more than they appeared. Barty was actually an alien time traveller called The Doctor. Thunto had a little of both her parent's abilities, as well as the power to change into a wolf. It was in that form that Liam's son was born. Liam named the boy Prian, after his departed father, while. Thunto named his wolf aspect Gaothan, meaning the winds in Gaelic. Prian, being born as a wolf cub, was a handful to look after. Even more so, when the boy had an unusual growth spurt a few months after his birth. Virtually overnight, Prian grew from a baby to a young boy, appearing about 8-10 years old. Another few months after that, Prian experienced another growth spurt, skipping his teen years and turning into a handsome young man of around 25 or so. Prian also began displaying magical skills that were far beyond anything Liam could possibly understand. Not long after his second growth spurt, Prian fell in love with one of Liam's younger friends at the castle and moved in with her. Liam used the freedom to bury himself deeper and deeper into his magical studies, untill he became neglectful of his son, not understanding how to relate to him anymore. During their time at the manor, though, they acquired a few interesting animal friends. One was a Siberian White Tiger that Liam named Kyan, who became one of Prian's closest playmates and companions. The other was a beautiful rainbow coloured dragon, that The Doctor's son Bart had given them, which Liam named Pandemonium, or simply Pan for short. Pan is a highly intelligent dragon, and something of a companion and teacher to Prian. Not long after Prian moved out, Thunto disappeared, lost in a time travel accident. Liam mourned for her for a couple years, untill he found another lover, this one a vampire. During the course of their relationship, Liam was carefull not to be bitten by her. He had taken long enough coming to terms with being a werewolf, and did not want the extra problems of being a vampire hybrid. One day, he was helping his son do some maintenance. On a time machine Prian's grandfather had left him, when an accident launched them into the past. When they managed to get back, they learned that they'd been declared dead, and that their friends and family had moved on with their lives. Now they must start all over again, and try to forget the heartache of lost loves. When in wolf form, Liam goes by the pack name Mist, and his coat is silvery grey.

The day had started out just like any other. Liam woke up and showered, then went to breakfast and decided what he would do for the day. This morning, however, he thought he'd do something a little different, like checking to see if the defensive wards over the castle could be strengthened or not. He quickly finished breakfast and cleaned the kitchen, then went deep downstairs to the sub-levels beneath the dungeons where the castle's ward-stone resided.Entering the massive chamber, Liam's nose wrinkles a little over the dust. He thinks nothing of it and pulls back his sleeves, allowing him full use of his arms. As he begins to incant a guiding spell to help contain and control the power of the ward-stone, his hands and arms start to sweep through the air, weaving an intricate pattern and slowly gathering the castle's magical energy together. Once the guide spell was in place, he begins to incant an invocation that would extend the wards over the entire grounds, and not just the castle itself.Just as he's about to complete the spell, his nose twitches and he lets out an enormous sneeze. Startled, Liam quickly attempts to discharge his spell, but the energy had already swelled up beyond his control. As he vainly tries to hold back the buildup, the ward-stone begins to glow brighter and brighter, illuminating the vast chamber with a blinding light.Suddenly, Liam feels the energy hit a peak, and is knocked unconscious by a tremendous blast.When he comes to, Liam's first thought is that the power must still be building, and brings a hand up to shade his eyes. When he opens them and looks around, however, he discovers how wrong he is. Blinking against a bright sunlight, he looks around the barren stretch on desert he'd suddenly found himself in. At first, Liam thinks he must have accidentally transported himself to Egypt or somewhere similar, but when the temperature and light suddenly start to increase, he turns and stares in shock as a second sun breaks over the crest of the far distant horizon. Fighting down a panic attack, Liam quickly realizes that he'd been sent to a completely different planet than Earth.With a million different questions running through his head, Liam starts climbing a nearby dune, to see what he could see. Shading his brow with both hands, he does a slow turn as he scans the horizon. Just as he's about to think he's on a lifeless world, he spots a reflection in the distance. Deciding that it's better than just sitting there, he begins a long march toward the reflection, hoping to find some sign of civilization.After several long and hot hours of walking under the baking twin suns, Liam peers ahead to see that the reflection in being cast from the side of a huge vehicle, lumbering over the dunes by way of tracks much like those of a tank. Curious and growing parched with thirst, he hurries his steps, angling to intercept the course of the vehicle.As he gets closer, the tank-thing grinds to a halt, and Liam spots a group of small robed beings emerging from a hatch in it's side. One of them spots him approaching, and points him out to it's companions, chittering away in something that sounded like some kind of a cross between chipmunk chatter and Swahili or something. As the group approaches him, Liam casts a translation spell over himself, hoping that it works on different planets. The spell starts to work when the small creatures surround him, and one of them reaches out timidly to touch his trenchcoat. "They're traders!", he realizes as their chatter begins to make sense to him. Relying on a few key-words of their language and a great deal of hand gesturing, Liam gets one of the creatures ( who he learns are called Jawas ) to understand him. The one who pointed him out ( likely the leader ) pulls out a worn leather-like bag from inside their vehicle ( a sandcrawler ) and hands it to Liam, who pantomimes his gratitude before taking a long drink.Passing the bag back to the leader, Liam sees a few of the Jawas assembling a strange tower like machines short way from the crawler. Another round of charades and he learns that it is a moisture vaporator, for collecting water from the dry atmosphere. Fascinated, he plunks down on the sand to watch them operate it. After a short time, however, it becomes apparent that something is wrong. He turns to the leader to inquire about the problem, and is informed that the air in this area of the desert doesn't have enough moisture in it for the vaporator to work. Smiling, Liam stands up and tells the Jawas that he'll try to help. Removing his trenchcoat and setting it folded on the ground where he'd been sitting, he attempts a summoning spell to call forth some rain. Unfortunately, with so little moisture in the air and environment, the most he can conjure are a few small and thin clouds. That, however, apparently turns out to be more than the Jawas needed, and their vaporator quickly begins to collect a great deal of water.The Jawas begin to jump around in excitement, and sayings "Jedi" to him a lot. Unsure what they mean, Liam assumes that Jedi must mean "Rain bringer" or something similar, and smiles graciously to them. Their leader then gratefully offers him a ride to the nearest settlement. Liam accepts their offer, and helps the Jawas bring their vaporator back. To the crawler, once it has collected a full load of water. They then all pile inside for a ride to a place that sounded like Mos Paisley, or something. Liam finds himself a space to sit amidst a strange looking collection of robots and machinery, all in different states of poor repair, and waits out the ride.When they arrive at the settlement, Liam disembarks and hands the Jawas some Earth coinage from his pocket, as payment for the drink and the ride, then waves farewell to his new friends, and head into the settlement, hoping to find someone or something that can help him get back home.

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The Magicians Act! Melkor� FOSThe rain which had been falling across the Carnival grounds abruptly stopped. The reprieve from its deafening  downpour soaked the Carnival and big top in eerie silence.Softly the voice whisper's. luring and coaxing with its subtle words, to beautiful to resist she moves in a trance, following.Shadows dancing off the thick canvas walls and across the many rows seats the only light to break the darkness. The soft crunching of sawdust under her feet the only sound to break the silence that surrounds her.Slowly she comes to stand in the middle of Circus ring, facing her anticipating audience . Silence!.Illuminated in an instant by a single spotlight  that shrouds her in its cold white glow.  A puppet for a magical act creation within the tormented darkness of Melkor's mind.A piece of sawdust shuddered, shifting upon the dry rink surface. lifting slightly it flicked upwards landing centimeters from where it had laid reviling only sawdust beneath and silence.Suddenly a movement, so very small, so easily unseen if the Big Top had not froze, trapped in the moment. Two tiny ridged, shiny black legs clawed their way free. the small head of a beetle. Black as the night it seamed to glimmer under the fluorescent light, a strange shade crimson of hued red.Its hair thin antennae flickered back and forth, tasting the air, as the sawdust across the Ring began to move, up-heaving up in a churning mass of tiny black shells that crawled and scurried  changing the sawdust to blackness as they their way across the Ring to join the first beetle.One can not say where it began, unless it was for the small black beetle whom first appeared burrowing out the sawdust, A dance of darkness perhaps? As the thousand of tiny black bodies were joined by a mist. Dark and thick , it seeped lazily up between their moving bodies enticing them forward  to churn in masses climbing and spiraling over each in a wave, to ascend down upon the small beetle in front of Tarilhir's feet.In a frenzy they climbed mounting each other to form a prior of ever growing darkness while the black mist weaved in spirals upwards following their hurried ascending mass's  coating the crimson shells in darkness until even the mist seamed alive as it formed rippling in waves of writhing crimson hued bodies outwards as if deciding upon a shape to take. Feet were the first to form, unmistakable even in the black evolving mass, slowly changing hue to form the soft leather of long boots as the legs swiftly took shape above them. the torso of a man now forming swiftly the long black hair hair falling half way down his back as his head still forming turned looking about him eyes alight with red flames appearing from within the swirling masses of tormented insects.As he came full circle, the man stopped, a sadistic smirk playing upon the flames within his eyes. The black hue of mist and insects all but fading as the last beetle wove its way between his lips."Welcome one and all," Melkor's melodic voice called void of any emotion or care for those who sat transfixed within the Big Tops stands. "To a magical act of creation!" he mocked, smirking as he moved, elegantly flowing his tall body forward in a graceful bow before turning swiftly to take Lady Tarilhir in his arms, and dance her across the ring, like a graceful puppet, being lead in a strange macabre dance of lust as they were joined by the gruesome shadows of tormented souls that writhed and leaped dancing with the painted faces of clowns.Twirling and spinning her limp body within his arms, he weaved a strange rope of mist that curled around her small frame. Like hands of a lover  caressing in intimate touch it enticed itself around her body, enthralling her in its promises of perfection and desire. Creation had begun! As abrupt as the dance had started it finished.The macabre clowns dropped, kneeling in worship to the ground as the binds of his control latched upon her body and soul; and she rose from her new makers arms to hang dangling listless mid air.Turning to the enthralled crowd Melkor swooped gracefully to the side, extending his hand to indicate to the frail form of the she-elf, Tarilhir and fluently rising made his way to her side. A smirk etching across his brow as looked down upon what was his to claim.He felt her breath upon his face, warm and soft, her heart beating beneath his placed hand, as her mind unraveled before his eyes. Warm tingles coming in soft throbs, of arousal uninhabited catching upon her breath.Soft his breath played upon her face like a thousand feathers its skimmed over her skin luring her with its touch. The fines hairs upon her shoulders rising protruding under the merging goosebumps of delight.Her chest heaving she turned willing him within her entrapped trance. Her nipples hardening protruding upon the flimsy cotton of her gown.Melkor's eyes glinted, the flames of contempt ebbing under desire. as her gown faded under his gaze, becoming the feathered touch of his breath upon her skin.Slowly he lowered his head, leaning forward to lick the sweetness of her innocence from her lips, and let his hand trail up her chest, pausing as it circled around the soft skin of her neck to feel her fleeting pulse; a sign of her pathetic vulnerability.  Within his gaze, her body began to rise, uninhabited by the barriers of clothing; for all to see as it circled vertically before them, under the stark light of the spotlight.A reminder that no race upon Middle Earth, Elfs, Dwarves, Hobbits or Mortal men were free from frailty that would doom them all; and the crimson flames within his eyes flared.Upon the black ropes of her bindings, she buckled, throwing back her head, demented in her madness. Fruitlessly trying to  resist as they soaked in through her exposed flesh, disappearing from sight; to weave their hold within her blood, bone and flesh.Melkor's smirk grew, the fun was about to begin.Raising his hand, Melkor soothed her tormented writhing. Stopping her circling with a single touch; to leave her hanging back exposed to the crowd whom watched.Her skin so soft, so supple and fragile, like the pureness of her soul. So easy to corrupt, taint with a single touch.Purposely as if proving his point he raised his pointing finger,  piercing her skin with his nail and slowly trace down along her spine. The fine line of blood began to well upon the surface of her skin, running in ribbons down her back to the crack of her buttocks and he turned, whispering compellingly into her ear "Free yourself "Then stood, watching in mild amusement as she tried to reach behind her. Frothing at the mouth as she pulled, clawing at her skin and flesh to expose the vertebrae of her backbone.Smirking, as the binds of his darkness came to life with air. Fusing against her exposed bone and forming contorted ridged horns between her gaping skin and raw flesh.Melkor turned to look at the Audience, tilting is head mockingly, as  if he had proved his point, before turning back to his most prized puppet of the night, Tarilhir , and whispering in her ear "Oh...but your  now almost perfect"Light his finger's upon her temple as they coaxed her body horizontal in the air. Feathering down across her face to wipe away the frothing white foam upon her lips and chin as the macabre Clowns scuffled on their knees rising their hands high into the air.Slowly trailing his finger tips down between her exposed breasts to the flat of her stomach. Melkor lay his hand upon the smooth flat surface of her stomach, watching as it grew bloating beneath his touch. Red ugly sears tore at the once silky smooth flawless skin as it stretched trying to accommodate what growing within her and he announced in mild humbleness, to the crowd."I am but the creator, the design is always their to choose"Before adverting his gaze as Tarilhir started to pant, and lifted her knees towards her stomach; reaching between her gaping legs to pull and grasp at the hideous creation the darkness within her had given birth to.Lovingly she slowly lifted it free, lowering her legs to place the birth of her new form for Melkor's approval upon her stomach and he smiled, like a loving father, proud of what she would she become. Reaching out he touched upon its cold clammy skin as the thick black mist of his making and binds began to seep out of Tarilhir's mouth. Swirling and weaving it wove about itself, shifting in form as it grew. Slowly seaming to sprout fingers that took on density and mass, making her throw back her head gagging, as she choked with death; unable to breath from the wrist that now filled her mouth and hand that spread its fingers circling around her head.  In an instant the fingertips dug deep against the sides of her face. Wrist flexed  twisting her head as the fingers pulled ripping and tearing at the skin on her face  clawing back her flesh as blood and gristle from her nose seeped down across her exposed scull to pool within her dark matted hair. While the fingers scrapped the remaining skin and flesh from her exposed scull, dragging it back down into the depths of her cold dead throat.Gently Melkor lifted Tarilhir's head,  holding it by her scalp whilst letting his fingers slide between her dark hair to cradle her head within his hand. Then he reached, picking up the malformed boars head of her creation. Parting the lose flaps of skin he carefully placed it around her exposed scull, sealing the flesh and skin to her bone, with his touch and lowered his lips to her's. Breathing life into her damp clammy skin.Lifting his head, he took a step back and stretched out his arms unveiling  his new creation, as Tarilhir lowered slowly to the sawdust, reborn!"This..is creation. " he began hypnotizing the crowd with his words.  "This is how the first Orc's where formed, as were, many of my most marvelous creations. This is the darkness that lays in even the purest of your souls!." He smirked, taking his bow as the spotlight blinked off, smothering the Big Top into complete darkness. Before the Circus Ring lit with it's bright lights. Empty of any trace of a performance. Leaving Lady Tarilhir sitting untouched within her seat, beside the rest of Fellowship, wondering what had just happened.

Think its about time I laid down some Ground Rules. Give a little understanding to what fuels the darkness in my mind-1- Yes I'm arrogant and can be an arse hole - dont like it - boo -fucking- hoo!2-Dont try to manipulate me- it will go against you badly- And more so, don't for one minuet think I'm fucking beguile enough to be manipulate in RP or RL- I see through the fucking games! - been around too long not too!3-Don't ask for one on one rp's because seriously- unless you can inspire me with your imagination you wont be getting them- Nothing sucks more the same old boring starters from writers who have no inclination to capture my own imagination so i can run with them-4- If and when I choose to 'Partner a Rper,- it will be because they inspire me in some fashion- Not because they desire it- Sulkers, ' What about me's', & 'Look at me's' need not even fucking bother thinking about it- I'm just not into you's! 5- I'm an Adult not a Kid- But if i see you carrying on like kids in a school yard - trust me I'll treat you like them- and you wont like it!6- I can not be collected by any fucker to make them feel or look good- Don't for one minuet, think your capable, to put it simply - your fucking not! Many have tried and failed!7- Writing is meant to create and open a scene in your mind, be a door way to your imagine or create a statement and make you feel something other then boredom - Trust me I can do this very easy-  some of you should try it! You might surprise yourself!8- You may not agree with what I write- its simple don't read it- Most of what I write, is for myself- not to impress anyone else9- NO! You will never find me playing 'Happy Homes' or professing undying love in stats and swooning- What part about  being Melkor don't you understand?? 10- I've been writing as Melkor for many years now. To be honest he's an outlet for the Darker side of my mind. I've had a lot of Darkness in my RL, that over the years I've struggled to come to terms with, more then most of you could probably imagine. - Am I looking for your sympathy? - Fuck no!- Its made who I am today and I'm proud of what I've over come. So don't expect me to apologize for anything I may write that offends you! -Instead refer back to Rule #811-Want to copy and steal or try playing schoolyard games with those I care for, or me on stat's??- Trust me I will come the party and then I'll be the fucking Bully that puts you in your place! -  Only spineless prats with no imagination go out their way to be little others, thinking they are making themselves look good or tough-  But guess what?- Your self centered cowards, or unimaginative retards preying on those you think are weaker or with better ideas then you- Worth and respect comes from one's writing in in Roleplay- Not what they take from others or how badly they Bully them trying to claim it.12- To be honest I don't care if you've read all of these rules or not- It's no skin off my back- But it might just save you from getting disgruntled when you don't get your own way with me- Don't say I didn't warn you- With this said I think I'll go back to my own brooding now - So remember be happy little Campers and worry about what's happening with your own Role-Plays rather then what you think others have that you don't- Jealousy only makes fucking ugly people!

First and Foremost: I am a veteran rper as I have been rping since 2004, coming from the days when Myspace rp was in its heydey.  I have had Elvis for close to ten years now, but i also have different characters so please, do not expect me to be here all the time.  It will not happen.  And I will not be a number on your page.  As we are all here to do, I am here to write and create stories....not deal in people's bullshit, and referee between them.  It will not happen.  I have enough drama in my own life and I do not need to add to it by dealing with immature he said/she said idiots.  It will not happen.  I am a multi para to novella rper....and if the mood strikes me, I can get a little carried away with my writing. And it takes time for me to reply.  If you cannot deal with that, i suggest you look elsewhere....because it takes time and patience for a good story.  Canon mains....on an profile that I write from, these will be responded to first. Then others after that.  Main storylines will receive priority.  i am a literate rper and good grammar is essential.  Yes I know we all make mistakes from time to time...but please do not make it a common occurrence or type LyKe ThYs.  Those posts will be ignored.  And lastly, to make certain you have read this, please do not sign these with Read and Understood.   If you would like to share your favorite Elvis Video, gif or memory....please by all means put it in the comments box below....but please make certain the video does not autoplay.  . 

A society princess's life was perfect on the outside. Wild parties, special rules, and unlimited wealth and desire perpetuated the lie that everything was golden. In truth, everyone had a secret. Some secrets were easy, like who ate the last chocolate yogurt, or who really wrecked the new Mercedes. Others were darker, more terrifying, and certainly more damaging. Some secrets were too deep to ever reveal, while some events loomed over one's life like an impending tsunami. For Whitney Collins, the tsunami was disguised as a drunk driver.As a little girl, Whitney had faced the devastating reality that her mother would never again pat her head, make her favorite cookies, or remind her that one's true wealth was in their heart. Whitney could not recall the details of the devastating accident, but as a four year old, her fragile mind had comprehended the worst information: Mommy was gone, Daddy was never around, and she was all alone in the world. Whitney vividly remembered the night of her mother's funeral. The casket was closed, and Whitney had later learned it was because the body inside was too mangled for recognition. Whitney had screamed for her mother, even attempting to walk into the deep hole that workers had dug for her mother's grave. Only her grandmother had bothered to stop her. Whitney remembered screaming, begging her mother to come back. Then she remembered her fifteenth birthday, when she had finally managed to say goodbye. She had visited her mother's grave, as she did every Saturday. She had discovered that, the day of the accident, her mother had been taking Whitney to her lover's house. She had been cheating for years. The discovery had tarnished Whitney's golden memory of her perfect mother. Somehow, the anger had allowed her to lay a single rose on the grave, without one tear in her eye. Mrs. Collins was gone, but for the first time in years, Whitney whispered a silent goodbye, and turned her back on her family's worst nightmare.Over the next decade, Whitney had vowed to rise from the ashes. The knowledge of the real Jane Collins had only fueled her daughter's determination. Now at the top of her grandmother's company, Whitney had buried her sordid past beneath a beautiful facade.

Fighting StyleCassandra is known for her aggressive fighting style. She can attack when the opponent leaves an opening and place a lot of pressure onto them through her aggressive combos, stuns and throws. She combines speed with strength and both of these attributes are considered the best among other characters, However, her short range may put off some new players who aren't familiar with her style. In the tournaments, she is usually regarded as a high to top-tier character.PersonalityCassandra is a free-spirited and determined young woman. She will not hold back on her words nor her faith in herself in order to protect the family name and honor. Cassandra's true strength lies in her belief in herself, as opposed to otherwordly deities, in which to secure her choices and destiny. This gives her a unique toughness and single-minded perspective that doesn't lack in compassion. Her brash and confrontational manner are at odds with her apologetic and quieter sister, but she is a warm-hearted girl that cares very much for her family, especially Sophitia. Cassandra has a determined and confident personality, as does her nephew Patroklos, although he seems to be more cocky and aggressive than her.

1. Please send me more than just a few sentences or a one-liner. There's not much to go off of. I would appreciate something to work with.2. Spelling and grammar are definitely a requirement. I will not reply to ill-written comments, text-speak, etc... 3. I role play ages 17+ with Hermione. And no, I don't owe you anything by being a female. Just because you're a guy doesn't mean that we'll automatically be intimate. And if I don't like you, please respect that.4. I know it's been said over and over again. Please no drama. I'm here to have fun, as so should you be. Nothing should be taken to heart.5. I would prefer to role play a romantic relationship with Snape, but should I meet someone else worthy of the wonder that is Hermione, that could change.6. Again, HAVE FUN. That's why we're here.

Whitney Collins was programmed for success. From the moment she woke up, she was busy. Every day was a challenge to be the best and climb every mountain in her path. Today was no different. Whitney's alarm blared at precisely six fifteen, though the beautiful blonde had risen ten minutes before. She silenced the alarm and sat up in bed, stretching, preparing her body for the long day ahead.  Scratching her chihuahua behind the ears, Whitney kissed her softly. The puppy let out a quiet whimper, snuggling on her pillow beside Whitney's, and falling back to sleep easily. Whitney smiled, padding over to the enormous window beside her bed. Brushing the curtains aside, she smiled at the pinkish glow staring back at her. The sun was rising, the day had begun, and it was time to work.Her grandmother had insisted that she live away from the office.  Staten Island was the closest thing to Manhatan, so Whitney had begrudgingly agreed. She had quickly fallen in love with her penthouse: just as expensive as her Upper East Side apartment, it afforded her with privacy and a beautiful view. It was perfect. Whitney called for a car to take her to work. She never drove her own. Placing her phone on the charger once more, Whitney prepared some food and water for her chihuahua, then flipped the television to animal planet to calm the puppy's separation anxiety. Now fully awake, Whitney headed into the bathroom.Whitney showered and dressed in her typical Monday attire: a black skirt, matching stilettos, and a button down blouse paired with her favorite necklace. Leaving her apartment just before eight, Whitney stopped into her favorite deli for her daily breakfast. Then, steaming mocha and chocolate smothered croissant before her, she sat in her favorite spot by the window. Retrieving her tablet from her bag, she nibbled on her croissant, sipped her coffee, and read up on the competition.Then, by nine AM, Whitney, armed with a wealth of knowledge and fueled with determination, breezed into her office and took her seat. Three messages beckoned from her answering machine on the desk. Whitney settled into her chair and pressed play. The day of a fashion mogul had begun.

 Cold so cold, in the darkness my words will taunt you. Echoing within your mind beneath the facade of a smile you wear. Whispering the pain that fills your body and consumes your mind, as silently i take from you any hope of joy you might see around you.Is it a game, oh but a demented pleasure as i feed silently upon your sorrow, replacing it with the lure of my sweet voice  coaxing and controlling i sooth your will, claiming it as my own .You will come to know my touch welcome it. Want it. Lust over it in secret it will be your only release.You will come to know my touch welcome it. Want it. Lust over it in secret. It will be your only release. A false pusendo while the world continues oblivious around you. You see them looking, smiling saying they care. Yet in their eyes, only my refection smiles back upon you; until their words have no meaning fading with each passing day, falling upon your now death ear's You will be my star, my crowning glory. The puppet in my mindless game. So i teach you well, your lines to say. Your smiles to rehearse, to laugh and not to cry. Each day is a new stage. An act preparing for the grand finale, your perfect performance in the 'Tale of your life'. Are you nervous ? No, you will welcome the final act, long for its sweet release. You will happily prepare, ticking each little box of meaning in your life, each face off of your list as it draws closer. There is no meaning. No purpose, only the sweetest respite of my voice as it guides you through each performance you make. Every lie to be told, or truth to be hidden preparing for the false glory of my words and wishes for your final act of release.They can not know, No! They will not understand, like a caged bird you need to be free. To soar in the bluest of skies and unburden their life's from the rainclouds of your pathetic existence. Yet i will welcome you like a lover. Caress your body with my touch consume your fears till only darkness remains soaking up the tears of your wasted sorrow.Silently i stand beside as you, as you prepare for your final performance. Watching in admiration as you recite your practiced lines, leaving them oblivious to ensuing performance of your life. We depart their company together, for i have vowed to never leave you, my star alone.Carefully and manipulative, i point out the small things that might give our performance away. Calculated and calmly you hide them away. Oh my heat sings with the anticipated sweet release of your pain, like a flower ready to bloom our plan unfurls. Slowly carefully we make our way to your final stage. Rope or wire, bullets or height. Each performance is different, unique to my puppet. A silent tale of an unstable mind. I smile as i watch you find the wire.Offer my hand  to help you balance as you secure it around the beam. Carefully twisting and weaving the wire in and around itself in your make shift noose. I stand beside you carefully guiding your hands when they fumble, as you place the wire around your neck. You tremble, a single tear may roll down your cheek. A last longing for what could have been.My breath rancid with  your decaying dreams soothing upon your face as i lick away your salted tear pulling tight the wire about your neck.With a smile i will step back, opening my arms to welcome you. Coaxing you to take the last step forward onto the stage that is your life. There is no turning back. The show must go on. A moment, a breath. Its final act will create its crowning glory.You step forward and the lights dim.Time has no meaning it stopped waiting in anticipation with that final step. Waiting for the curtains to roll back upon your final stage, when you will be discovered as my latest star. Your performance rated with reviews of tears grief and shock. Within the many 'what if's' and 'whys'.While I weave lurking, unseen. Watching, listening, waiting for the potential of a new star, and a new stage-  ---------------------- OOC- suicide isn't f***ing romantic! And more times then not -you put those you claim to love through more pain then yourself . You hurt them more then you were hurting when they find you!When they realize they couldn't help you! It's not an answer to anything! You set them up to live the rest of their life's in torture, each day wondering what they could have done to help you, to save you!  Would anyone ever really want that ? To leave that as their last legacy?If you hear the silent voices in your head coaxing you,  that its the way out- GET HELP! Don't sit silent and let them take control of your life and will to live.Don't be a statistic! 

I must ask that you all refrain from flash photography, or anything that may blind the animal. Please, remain as far as ten feet from the bars at all times. Do not attempt to feed the animal.There is a reason she's caged.--GENERAL CONCEPTS--1. I do understand that, no matter how seasoned a role-player may be -- or how long they have been around -- there is always room for error. I will let you all know that from the years 2006 - 2010, I held to my own whimsical dramas and allowed myself to grow much too close to people who did not earn my trust well enough. I followed my heart instead of keeping to my main purpose here: writing. It happens, it probably happened to many of you. However, from the year of 2010 - 2014, I have honed in on my skills, found my true passion and I am far more confident in my abilities to weave an outstanding, intricately spun story. Through the former time period, I was still writing, but I allowed drama to get the better of me. I do not follow that path any longer. Hating, blacklisting and drama should be left for the whores. Best to keep it that way, yes?2. Perhaps it is a guilty pleasure of mine, but I love haters. They speak of you, tell others of your danger and you hardly have to put in effort. They gossip, which means that when others come to you, they already know your name. Yet still, even with all the bad, they find it necessary to send you friend requests. Perhaps they do it to stalk you and inform your lovely haters of your most recent scandals or maybe, just maybe, they have added you to write and see if all the things they had been hearing are true. Haters and online bullies are this lovely internet's paparazzi. Take pictures, speak of me, tell everyone how terrible a person I am. Only those I truly love can hurt me. Last time I checked, I had only reached a total of five haters. I think I'm slipping. Maybe you can all help me bump it up to ten before my September semester begins.3. In following number 2, I encourage you all to speak on my behalf. Broken Telephone has always been one of my favorite games to play. However, as a forewarning, I should probably inform you that though you may find yourself hating me for whatever purpose, there are still those select few who love me. Perhaps I should not explain why this is a warning. I doubt you will understand my full meaning until you've screwed up somehow.4. I am going to assume that you are intelligent enough to use proper grammar, spelling and punctuation. There are too many online spellcheckers on this world wide web to make excuses. If you are a real writer at all, you will take care in how you proofread and present your work. I understand that certain mistakes happen. I am not a perfectionist. However, I do expect effort.5. Please do not add me, then message me, asking me if I have an idea for a storyline. I should not have to explain this. I do not know your character and clearly, you have not taken the time to prepare your arsenal for discussion and read my profile. My character is unique and very versatile, especially in this supernatural 'verse. Surely, the very least you can do is invite me to brainstorm if you have nothing to go on. Asking me directly if I have any thoughts for a storyline is not only incredibly rude, but you are essentially taking no responsibility and making ME do all the work. I do not tolerate this. I will likely delete you, should this be your introduction to me.6. BRAINSTORMING: a conference technique of solving specific problems, amassing information, stimulating creative thinking, developing new ideas, etc.,by unrestrained and spontaneous participation in discussion. || Since I have often noticed individuals have no trouble missing the point, I shall make myself abundantly clear: when I suggest brainstorming, that is exactly what I mean. I do not intend to come up with an idea and have you say something generic like, "sure, let's do that". It proves to me that you have no true ambition to write with me. Writing is not my job and I do not get paid for it. This means that writing is something I truly enjoy and I like writing with writers who bring their own spicy challenges into the mix. Writing with someone who does not brainstorm, who does not lift a finger to be creative and makes me do all the work is like fucking a corpse. Dead weight. My inspiration becomes flaccid because of you people. If you want to keep me excited, challenge me. I will return the favor in kind.7. I hardly believe in the "you add, you start" rule. Yes, I believe that if you have taken the time to add me, a greeting to me is necessary. However, if we discuss an opening scene that makes more sense for me to start on, so be it. I am not against sending the starter if it makes sense. However, do not take this out of context. If it makes more sense for you to start, you should be prepared for that. 8. I should not have to say that stealing is a bad thing. I am sure your mother taught you well enough to know the difference between right and wrong. However, since thievery cannot be helped by you cleptos, I will only say this once: steal. Go ahead. Get on with your bad self. But just be aware that, thanks to my abundance of beautiful haters, as well as those I hold very dear, I am a rather popular person. Odds are good that someone else will discover you and be more angry than I am on the topic -- perhaps angry enough to do something about it. I won't have to lift a finger, honestly. My personal view on theft is simple: you obviously needed it more than I did. Stealing people's creativity is no different, right? Obviously, you needed those pictures and that character information more than I ever did. Go ahead. Steal. Your repercussions will be on your own shoulders and trust me, even if it's just our little secret, there will be repercussions. Why? Because nobody -- and I mean nobody -- can play my characters the way I do. You may try, my love, but you will never, ever be able to understand the minds of my little lambs. They are mine for a reason. Hence why I wouldn't need their pictures or statistics or biographies. They are all in my mind, therefore, I know them better and more intimately than you could ever dream. Still, best of luck to you.LOVE INTERESTS--1. Sex - If you have read Antonia Morgan's biography, brief biography or even her statistics/abilities/weaknesses, you must understand by now that she has been through the worst kinds of human hell. If you have not, I shall recap. Cannibalism, excessive rape and torture. I contemplated not making this notion its own section, but with the many approaching me for love interests regarding this character, I will tell you now that a love interest -- more than likely -- will not happen. Toni is an animal, yes, but if you abuse a dog, eventually they will become rabid and attack everyone in sight, even their owner. Antonia has been abused to the point where ferocity and monstrosity is all she knows. Understand that if your character makes any advancements on my Little Lamb, you accept that your character will gain some bodily harm and/or severe damage from this tiny little animal. She does not like to be touched. If your character needs to learn that the hard way, understand that they will. Furthermore, I obviously do not need to explain that sex, one night stands or any form of physical intimacy is off the table until further notice. Morgan is as skittish as a cat when she is around people in general, even those she trusts. A hand upon her shoulder could make her dive into a psychotic frenzy. Do not test your boundaries. Your character may attempt raping her if they like, but... I can almost promise you that you will not like the results that come from such a dishonorable act.2. Love: I will clear the air now. Due to the aforementioned torture that Morgan went through, any amount of human emotion is buried under layers and layers of psychoses. When I tell you that Toni is an animal, I want you to understand my full meaning. She does not feel, she does not care enough to save a woman being raped by scavengers, she will not put her life on the line to save you and the only reason she is alive right now is because of a promise she had made to her brother. She does not care about herself, she does not care about you and she is at such a deranged mental state that common human emotions like fear, love, kindness, happiness and sadness are words that are completely foreign to her. She. Is. An. ANIMAL. All she knows now is survive, eat, sleep and repeat. You will not MAKE her fall in love. With her current mental state and with the world she now dwells in, I can almost guarantee that it is impossible. That being said, as hypocritical as it may seem, I made this profile as a secondary Toni account for a dear friend who had always wanted to blend the supernatural 'verse into the apocalyptic 'verse. Some of you may know this person as James LeGrey. He is a remarkable writer and a dear friend. Through our discussions, we found that a spark of affection is very likely to happen between Toni and James, through no fault of our own. However, even that love interest is not definite. But, should it happen, understand that Toni will remain single-storyline. I am going to university in September and to be honest, I hardly have the mental capacity to keep up with the accounts I have, the connections and love interests on them, as well as the RPG I assist a friend in co-owning. If this particular love interest transpires, that will be Toni's only love interest. VILLAINS1. Note that I am not warding off any storylines with them, only that you simply do not understand what you are in for when it comes to Antonia. She is a simple human, yes, but she is a human with absolutely nothing to lose. That makes her dangerous. 2. I will also further explain Toni's animosity. Just because she is an animal, it does not make her evil. Antonia is encompassed in an unfathomable darkness. People fear darkness, but not for reasons you might think. In Criminal Minds, Spencer Reid was once asked why he was afraid of the dark. He responded with a simple, "because of the inherent absence of light". Though this caused a chuckle to rise from me, he had a point. You do not fear the darkness itself, you fear what lies within it. Darkness can shield you as well as it can hide an enemy in plain sight. Understand that this particular darkness is neither good, nor bad, it just is. Antonia is that darkness, incarnate. She does not help, but she does not have a hand in killing... most of the time. Sometimes she can be the savior, sometimes she can be the heartless beast. That being explained, Toni Morgan is not good, but she is not evil, she simply is. 3. With those first two points of interest intact, I will tell you now that Toni will probably never fight for your cause. But understand that she can be as much an ally as an enemy. She does not feel. Remember that, learn it, accept it. She will not help you because she does not care about you. However, there can be circumstances where she will unintentionally help you. Perhaps because you both have an enemy in common (like the undead) or by any other circumstances. Either way, understand that she will never help you for your benefit. Hell, she probably won't even help you for her own. But by happy circumstance, you might get lucky in her accidental aid. 4. Toni will fight for her life, no matter the circumstance. Should she be captured, expect her to rip people apart with nothing but her teeth and bare hands until she dies. Naturally, you cannot kill my character without my permission. So, this battle may go on awhile. But understand that should she be injured, it is only fair that your character gets the same treatment. Expect her to be a feral creature when held in captivity. No matter what your character does, she will not care. There is nothing you can do that has not already been done. 

Rules to be posted soon.

first and Foremost I am not Sandra Bullock, Come on guys Be Smart do You really think she'd sit and RP herself at a website? Nor am I Sally Owens Because she's Fictional DOY!!.1. no One lines, because most of you don't know the meaning of para I will not rp with Anyone that one lines me Anymore , WHATSOEVER AT ALL, I am MULTI/NOVELLA ONLY if you do anything less then that then Perhaps Rping together will not be a good idea.2. please have proper grammar and spelling,I understand we all make mistakes but please no computer lingo (LOL,ROFL etc that sort of thing) its too difficult to RP when one does typing like that I also don't like when people spell easy words such as "Haft to" instead of Have to, "Shush" for Such and "Toda" for Today COME ON people we're all adults we should all know how to spell ALSO huge thing Punctuation Don't give me an exclamation when you really Mean a Period something like "the two girls went to the mall." should be seen like that not like this "The two girls went to the Mall!!!" Also when speaking in Character quotations should be used not Asterisks  I've never read a book any where that have characters speak like this *Lily went Shopping* NO the Correct character speaking should look like this: "Lily Went Shopping".3. I understand we all have lives but please give me some kind of notice if you have to leave the account and please No ditching me what so ever Its been done to me in alot of other accounts and I really hate it 4. If I send you Pic comments please send some my way I enjoy PC4PC5. if I add you I'll try to send a starter (even though I suck at them) if You add you send me one6. Keep drama off my Page or I will not only Delete you but I will block you as well bare in mind that  Sally is a one LI kind of Girl*So Far I have a Main Gillian and soon a Main Aunt Frances, They will get first dibs when it comes to Replies and Starters and same goes for the rest of the PM people I might have in the Future, I also will get to Gary before all others once I get one.7. Please do not steal  Sally's  Pro or pictures,  I got most of them off of Tumblr and Resized so if You ask for anything that hasn't been made for me I will probably give it to you That said  stealing it is not cool and it has been done to me on my other account a few times. .*If Pics are made for me I will NOT give those away Just sayin.8.Sally is a One LI kinda gal once she finds a Gary she'll be Faithful only to Him.9. I am NO longer accepting Twilight,Vampires or any other Super Natural shit, as a christian I do NOT like any of that and I refuse to RP any of that sort of thing not to mention A Sally is  a human she will ALWAYS be a Human and B the Majority of the Twilight,Vampires,Super Natural shit Rpers that I Have come across are Drama starters Or they Rudely Block me after adding me without even allowing me to introduce myself . I will make an exception, if I know you and we are good Friends and You make it so that our characters can interact without Killing Sally  off then Yes I will RP with you other wise Sorry Folks if you are a Super Natural/Vamp character don't bother adding me  *I have a few exceptions to this Rule mainly because I have very close friends that RP The Realm. I also will allow some supernatural due to the fact that Sally and her family are Witches but I will be selective on which ones I add.*I'm not sure how easily I will allow people who Rp in the VD realm to RP with me mainly because I've been ditched by people in that Realm time and time again and I REALLY Hate that show, so again if you RP in the VD realm don't bother adding me.10. I will Not Adopt a child Sorry folks, Unless you are a good friend of mine (and she knows who she is) I won't adopt you.*Yes Sally has two daughters of her own but I will only allow close friends to make the accounts Just because I trust them and no they won't get all needy with me when I can't get on 24/711.. I Delete My Comments after I reply, Why? well because I've had drama on other accounts because of people who snoop on my comments, You don't like it don't add me simple as that and DON'T ask me to NOT delete your comments because well it just isn't gonna happen 12. DO NOT start shit with me on my Statuses,comments, Bulletins etc if you have issues with me Message me we'll work it out DON'T ATTACK me because You don't like My Statuses or what not Hell Delete me from your Friends List I don't care and don't let the Door hit you on the Way out , I assure you that You will NOT be missed.Breaking any of these Rules will find You not only Deleted from my Friends list but more then Likely Blocked as well sorry if this sounds Bitchy but I'm Rather sick of People disobeying me also I should add  that My Real friends have my Back so if for some reason You cause Drama with me they will all stick up for me and if they are on your Friends List Not only will you lose me you'll lose them as well.*I can't Stress this Rule enought due to what happened before, I am a nice person and would not cause drama for anyone, If for some reason I find you are Harassing me I will report you to Rper13. I am Not a Number if You add me TALK to me or you will be deleted.14. OOC is for Messages and IC Is for Comments, I will accept Welcome Comments and some OOC Chit chat But Bare in Mind that I WILL NOT RP IN MESSAGES and if You don't like it then Don't add me simple as that.Lastly , this isn't really A Rule as it is just a notification But I do have a life So My Replies usually happen Late at night over the Weekend so please be patient with me.The Writer Behind Sally�

Rules: Rule 1:Please Don't add me if we are not going to rp or talkRule 2:I'm not a Number please don't treat me as one Rule 3:I'm not great with spelling or grammarRule 4:Don't please call me out about it all the time i hate itRule 5: Yuri,Yaoi and Hentai is fine with meRules 6:Please don't make me say or do things without me knowing about it first i hate that as will