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1. No Drama2. I do have a rl job so replies will be slow and ill try my best to go fast 3. I do rp on discord so if you want to add me ask me because since i spend most my time away from the computer its easy for me to reply faster.  4.  I try to get to everyone but sometimes messages get deleted by accident or i dont get them so if you dont hear from me in a day or two please message to ask if i got the message, but please do it with respect 5. In the event of me having to use my cell i ask everyone if thay can rp with me in txt or kik so i dont kill my phones battery to message. So if you do rp in txt or have a kik message me your number or kik username and ill get to you there. 6. Reminder i am a multi which means i use the same face but with different versions of the guy so please dont freak if you see people who message the picture of the Josh you are with. 7. I have been having a problem with my comments since i made this account and cant reply to people so i dont know whats wrong but please message me and ill get to you right away.  8. Also i can only do about a para max so please understand if suddenly you start to write less i do the same because i match what is given to me.  So if you understand the rules i have and are willing to be patient with me please say you understand thank you and i hope we all have a good day.

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1. Miyoung "Melody" Rhee was a creation from my own brain. I am not her, nor Ha Ji-Won, who I use as her face claim. I believe that's a pretty standard disclaimer, but if you don't understand that -- why are you even on a roleplaying site anyway?2. I am a multi-para to Novella roleplayer. Though, as much as I enjoy long, detailed posts... let's not go crazy. I will always post at least 800 to 1k... I can't (near) constantly dish out 4k posts, okay? Okay.3. Previous rule being said - this is NOT currently my main account; I've stuck with her through hiatuses and temporary deaths of the verse for 3+ years, she's my baby. BUT - RL will always come first. So as for activity, I tend to stay active... If I fail to do so, you will always be able to keep on contact with me on a daily basis on DISCORD. That's your best bet, I'm always there whether I'm writing for another account or on Vacation and I can't be arsed with the mobile site.4. Mains, god I love them. However all my previous sets of mains have left the verse and me. X__X;; I'm going to be more selective this time around. I want to see that you're dedicated to your character, active and connect with them (and me) well enough to trust that you won't ditch me. This goes especially for Glenn & Maggie. That's supposed to be family. If there's no trust, then what is there?5. There are some d*cks in this verse. Like... legit, horrible, immature, no-life-having, backstabbing cock-munchers. Though I guess that can be said for any verse, or just life in general. I want nothing to do with them. So, no drama, no negativity - on my stream, in my comments, in my messages -- No where. First you'll get a warning, second, you're gone. Save the dramas for your mama llamas. Ain't nobody got time fo' all dat.6. Be literate. Not that hard right? I almost will never add Para-rpers and below. But if you can some how write a paragraph and blow my mind with your literacy? All the power to you, you might be an exception. If not, don't waste my time or yours. If you don't know the difference between 'There'. 'Their' and 'They're', you don't need to bother either.7. Mature content is imminent. I mean, look what verse you're in. If you can't handle, gore, violence, strong language or some down right f***ed up, twisted sh*t -- you need to go back to my little pony verse or something. Or you can just delete me. Either way, some of my scenarios are not for the feint-hearted. Save us both the trouble and imagine the worst - if you can't handle it, show yourself to the door. 8. Relationships - they happen sometimes, whether romantic or simply sexual. Especially when you're one of the last few people on earth. There are NOT that many fish in the sea anymore. If Mel does get into a relationship - please be aware that in character drama should not affect the friendship between myself (the writer) and the other character's writer. Should that happen, their relationship won't last very long, I can tell you that much. When in doubt, talk it out - if you can't get over it, then time to let go. As previously stated sexual content may be present - dealt with on a case to case basis. (Glenn and Maggie slept together before they got together right? #NoJudgingHere).8.5. As you are all so graciously aware, Mel is now a wife of Negan. That being said, if the writing happens and she decides she no longer wants to be with him and she runs away to be with Rick or whoever, yay, storyline drama. I'm now opening Mel to being Multi-LI, as many Negans are; HOWEVER - I'm only taking like. .  . 2. I require the same of my partner(s). I may eventually just backtrack to 1. In terms of Negans, a lot are Multi-LI, that means I'm okay if you're only writing an actual indepth relationship with me and one other wife. If you already have like 3, I'll gladly write the relationship part out with you, but all sexual storylines are fade to black and you obviously won't be considered my main. End of story. 9. Originals, I love (some of) them. As long as you're not the long lost Dixon/Grimes/Greene. There are WAY too many of those and frankly, they don't make sense to me. I know there are some characters in the comics that didn't make it into the show, those are fine. Otherwise -- NOPE. NO THANK YOU. COMPLETELY original characters (not related to anyone in the show) are absolutely loved! :D"But Mel, you're a sister of Glenn! How could you say that?!" Because Glenn mentioned having lots of sisters in season 2. She was mentioned in the show, therefore the idea of my character exists. Only thing that makes her original now is that they were never given names, faces or stories."So what about those other rare sisters of Glenn/other relatives?" Let me level with you on a real level, okay? I am only HUMAN. I'm the first and frankly the only Rhee sister that's actually stuck to the character and actually writes. How do I know? Did I mention I've been her for 3-4 years? Several times, I'm sure. In that time I've seen a handful of Rhee sisters and even a Rhee mother. Did any of them stick? Nope. Did any of them actually write? Not that I've seen. So do I like them? No, because I get my hopes up for like 2 seconds and they all leave. If that's a problem, psh, bye.10. Staying on the friends list. If we've never roleplayed, or even if we have, if you've disappeared for a set amount of time, and I've noticed, you'll probably be deleted. If you come back and re-add me? Great! Lets start again - but if you disappear again? Without saying anything? You're getting deleted and possibly blocked. I give every opportunity to let people know when I'm taking a break, won't be around, etc. AND to keep in contact with me through AIM or Kik or whatever. I expect the same out of you if you have any common decency toward your fellow active writers.Edit: I've now gotten it down to a specific system. If I've noticed in over a week that you have not replied to me, been online, or updated your status as to you being MIA for x amount of time [ and if we don't talk on DISCORD ] then I will delete you. I do sweeps often to weed out seasonal profile makers and abandoners. You've been warned.~11. Writing. I hate to say this, but I will almost NEVER write the starter. Why? Because I've sent GREAT, LONG, like... 3k-long starters. Sat there and was proud for about a week and then?  Never got a reply. As I've said before, I've been around for a while. I'm tired of having to put all my effort into a starter just for you to disappear and then have to find someone else that likes the storyline we were discussing so I can actually use the damn thing. It burns me out of my own writing and I hate that, especially when it's something I had been proud of. So yeah, if you REALLY want to write, lets talk. I might make an exception for some, especially if we come up with a really exciting plot -- but most likely not.12. Friends out of the verse. Interested in Crime or Marvel verse(s)? Ask me for my other accounts if you actually write there as well! The more the merrier!That's all for now. Sign with a gif of your character and be on your way. Don't forget to get in contact with me

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Thing's you should know about [~* Olympic Peninsula Coven~*]Pack!* We are a Family. (We have written and worked together as family unit in and out of Role-play for  8 years.)Where one Wolf go's the Pack is sure to follow!More often then not Wolfs communicate by mind link ( in our case speed dial or text)In all account's we are very much a Wolf pack!We will play together, socialise together and*Fight for what we believe is right, Together! *As a Pack! 

1. Don't add me and not talk. If you add me it means you want to roleplay with me. I don't like to be another number on your friend's list.2. No drama. I come on here to relax and forget about the stress of RL.3.No one liners, for those never go anywhere. I am Para to Multi Para rper. The length of my reply depends on how good our storyline is and how I'm feeling that day.4. Messager for talking OOC while Comments are for rping. If you wish to speak to me about a Storyline then by all means send me a message. 5.No crossovers, I will only rp with those that are willing to rp within the magical world. Yes i have tried to do crossovers before, but they have never gone anywhere before.I think that's all for now. If you have read my rules then sign with the name of favorite Harry Potter character.

www.roleplayer.me/leech_hater Have you ever suffered from a broken heart? Not a rejection, that hurts your pride, but a feeling of lose so bad there is no reprise from the tearing of your heart to shreds. The ground opens up swallowing you whole! Suffocating you in your grief, there is no escape. Knowing the past is dead and all that is left are  bittersweet memories.  A yearning, painful in its beauty for a friendship that never was. How do you fix a broken heart?...You can't. It can lie silent in its lingering slumber for years waiting.  Waiting for the moments it can rise its head tearing apart once again any peace you think you may have found, Simple words spoke in random conversations, a fleeting glance; enough to ram the burning blade of remorse deep into your heart again, tearing it open so the grief overwhelms you once gain.You can sit there, acting the part, wearing the masks others would wish you  to wear, eventually you might even believe  them. You can hide, lick the wounds that just wont heal or you can run! Trying to escape the torture of rejection that haunts you like your shadow.It's not something you'd choose! Neither, someone you could pacifically chose. Simple  words " I choose you' are insignificant they have no meaning or purpose. They are empty. It is like gravity, you are drawn like metal to a magnet. There is no promise of romance. There are no promises at all! But you find yourself looking for them each day. Smiling when you see them, until you realise one day, you have lost yourself within them. That there isnt a single thing you wouldnt do, or become for them. Thoughts, feelings go beyond any rational reasoning. A friendship so sacred it touches upon your heart forever.The ground sped away under the massive clawed paws  of the Silver wolf.  Swiftly his lean shadow darted between the trees, over logs and under languidly hanging branches. It seamed he had been running for years now. Trying to escape demons of his past, memories that hurt with a pain he had no explanation for. His trust was all but gone he had left it behind so long ago he wasn't sure if he would ever find it or know it again.All he knew for certain was the pull! It carried him forward, back across the forest he had once frolicked playfully with the Pack in. Back to the realms he had once sworn with his life to protect and the special people that dwelt within them.Their  many faces filtered through his thoughts, the friends he had once had and known. His family, the Pack. They had understood, even when he had ran so fast hide so deep they could not find him or call him forth. Like the Forest, they would see his return, welcome it. Up ahead the sun filtered through the canopy of leaves. It's golden aura offering peace, the realisation he would never forget his grief. Could never out run it. But he would learn to live with it. It was not his grief that had drawn him back. It was something else. Beautiful in its simplicity, it was hope! Slowing his gait, nimbly the silver wolf slunk, skirting the trees at the edge of the Forest. Casting his gaze out across the rolling green pastures and small village. The short childlike inhabitants that went about their business unaware. His razor sharp claws digging into the dirt, skidding his long lean body to a halt as he found what had pulled him back. Slowly he edged forward stepping out of the shadows of the undergrowth to watch her. it didn't matter that she did not realise, that she did not know. What mattered was when he looked upon her, finally he saw hope; and he felt peace! paul by Legolas on Grooveshark

A single moment could change one's life forever.  A single sentence, a mere thought, or a poor decision could destroy someone.  Whitney Collins was the prime example.  Her moment was the night of her first fashion show after her grandmother's tragic death.  Whitney had planned everything for months in advance, from the guest list to the wine menu, and of course the designs.  She had agonized over the perfect location, the ideal advertisers, and had even tried to consider what this new change meant for her in her personal life, as well as in the office.  But it wasn't until the night of the actual fashion show that Whitney discovered the true effects.  The result would change her viewpoint forever.It started backstage, when a couple of her models found themselves entangled in a catfight.  Whitney didn't know what caused it, nor did she care.  Normally, she would just roll her eyes, down another flute of champagne, and leave her grandmother to take care of the idiots.  But in that moment, she realized she was the boss now.  It was her job to take care of them, consequences and all.  It was a small caveat of her job that she hadn't quite considered.  Still, she managed to calm the girls and usher them into position.  Then everything went wrong.  One girl's hem tore on her heels, leaving Whitney to wonder why she hired her in the first place if she couldn't even walk properly.  One of her staff approached her and informed her that one of the guests was complaining about her seat, or rather, her seat-mate.Still, Whitney managed to sort everything out and get the show going on time.  She watched several models strut down the runway with the hottest bags, the cutest shoes.  Then, an idea hit her, and Whitney felt her heart leap into her throat.  This was all her. She wasn't watching something her grandmother had organized.  These were some of her designs, and everything on view had passed her own approval.  Every crisis was averted with her own mind.  This fashion show was entirely hers.  It was in that moment, watching her show displayed before her, that Whitney's world changed forever.  Everything suddenly morphed into a new picture.  One girl was oddly posed, and another tripped a little as she walked.  Whitney realized that she wasn't viewing this as the vice president, the easy going best friend.  She was viewing it as the boss. This was her time. This was her reputation on the line, not simply someone she knew.  Some would say this was the beginning of a monster. But Whitney vowed, in that moment, to be the best boss she could be. She was no longer just a sidekick.  She was everything.

Out the Worlds News  Nyghtwolfe frowned, having made a hard decision. But she knew in her heart that it was the right one to make. I'm Lady Lumiya not a single female waiting for Empress decisions. "I need to purge myself of all the negativity and rejoice once again in the simplicity of just breathing, seeing, tasting, touching, smelling. To unclutter the troubling thoughts of the mind and be again at peace with myself in the silence." She looked at me as if the medallion was handed to her, "Gather up all that is good and wholesome in your heart. Spread it around to everyone you meet. Share a sunny smile to the wilted flowers of the soul, and nourish them with love." With this words of hers the Forest of Androia had taken her into an other dimension, the weight in her hands out the Medallion was immense, this power element whom her words had spoken touched me deeply a vague melancholy sudden warning me for how much I will miss her, as she parted away living me alone in this path.  "Do please,... don't leave!" But she was my Master, my Empress and Goddess, I was just a mortal of higher rank with some noble blood to study the God's out the Science. Did not understand her, it was like she left me something to learn. What is wholesome in my heart? A raw emptiness undressed my heart with a cool sharp pain living me vulnerable. The mystery of being alone and finding the resources out of a plain Forest with just a path, made me over react with fear, voices over my head asking me "How did you end up in here". "All the education you had, and the possibilities", "You are insisting your time is on! Is it worth it to make your own?" Had look around and no one was there, every one had left onto their houses and new domains, with the same duties, with old wounds to heal. I could not even pretend to any one, that I was perfectly happy. Whom would I make believe something I don't even feel. "Where will I find my virtue to her words?" Walking with a torment of thoughts, with my horse could only seek for orientation, the reality of being lost in the mids of this trees and fields haunted me for hours, maybe it was the power of The Medallion affected me, I would rather have a magnetic needle to point me over which path, had just remember was going to go towards the North. The weather was not that bad, my horse and this Medallion was all I had, So I have cared for my clothe to ride the horse getting ready to mount and secure the bags well tight to the back and front. We did win the wars in the gates of hell and cleared the paths, now had secured my mind that everything that Nightwolfe told me, was to be just in a matter of time and sharing loving the moment. Had walk away the horse and seat in a rock to tighten my boots, and out my pocket had written her words to remember, Because this Medallion causes too much strength in the contra part of its own Power. Will have to study the actions and reactions of this piece and for its theory if it is to believe or not. So I must experiment much along the way. That afternoon hours before the sunset, me and my horse galloped, the fears of being alone and non protected made me doubt again, for a second the horse stopped the ride out of my command, it was frustrating. A well educated lady as me with noble blood, alone? I'm not a herald of love from where I come and towards I go, maybe it is in the path. As the horse shacked their heads and waved his hairs from side to side, could not think any more, I could return home, way is the horse stooping? Where is home any way without an adventure, who cares what people think? Who cares if I think too much? I'm a scientist and can deduct very well, when my brain is working at its best. What is going on? The reigns in my hands hold it them with such uncertainty, not very focus and in command, I was kind of loose for a certain distorted reason. Had just remember the gossips for peace or confrontation from the Greeks, and Androia did not want to be involved in wars, this maybe just this Gods an ancient source of power I could not detect clearly. If there was an Anthropologist who could help me En-code the meaning of this Medallion, gosh this is too heavy. Why are the Gods doing this to me? Have never being so insecure. Is the sun raising? No, is the sun set. Passed by an abandoned cabin, I was more exhausted from my mental filtration to discover a true path, then from the drive it self. Coming down the horse, hold him ass we walked around searching for water, there was wheal behind so I have managed to love my circumstances and bring the ability to share love and life, and pulled up the bucked from the cord and thanking my horse, had let him drink from it. Well, we have moved something, I guess.

god's plan— the miracle        Watching his Brother Jupiter after his discourse, along the primal Gods meditated in the quiet seat, truth be said, Justice Jupiter, that in mine my arms thrilled bellow it's skin. All Gods muted too for a cycle of entreating eternity as Zeus, my husband Jupiter, had prepared his order out the hills of madness to Enlighten the prime Gods too, with the mystery of shift shaping, not such as Jupiter who was most of the same Roman Imperialist than the philosopher dancing Greek. Allas! His vibrational affluence among natures accumulating awakening was in alignment as Zelus made his work on the North, God of Arduous Zealously and Rivalry to ignite those to be better in fine competition and order. We could Catalyse from here. This Pantheon of chiefs seem to look down with sorrow many times, for our failures and the disagreements, "Odin?" have pause to joint with the sound of the Galaxy, where Asgard present it's, onto a rapid voice pronounced with this large pause. "He does not want to seat with Half of the Primal Gods of the World, he wishes Dominion and Supremacy! Humanity he has shown to his forgotten as you speak"    The radars out the galaxies multiplicated an interface where we could co<-->relate to past, present and future, as Tartarus, known as Hell, Odin did not like to mingle. Susceptivity, my mind had sharpen on the political spheres, explosions and anger from extremes of the world were marching and anger without a stop. Had stood among all The Primal Gods of Nations. Thought hypnotising and meditative abroad, the above part of my Aura transformed with rays of light connected to the infine whole, radiant, now we knew where Odin was and how.    My arms immobile without nothing being able to manipulate or do, nor touch, nor have, are the walls who don't exist in this Olympus but the structural pillars as the spine to the Sun, generally based for us an interconnection that was of frequent silence among all the beings in the Universe, as I was Here, said to Jupiter who had spoken, just.   "The manner in which people with out much culture given to reflect bring more limitations then creation, because the educated person learns to select it's thoughts and organise it emotions, here in Olympus we have maintain the Muses Art. For Inspiration and Understandings of the Hight Class to rejoice the world with out forgetting the Muse of Tragedy, Melpomene,  in thy it's here where we feel human and mercy, vulnerable, we close our selfs to the impossibilities of the unions and riches that are to bond us in this foreverness, and some times loosing it all brings a Compassion that raises you to the Gods, right Here and Now. "   Have turn down my side with reverence to the whole as I was welcomed asking for the Hera of the North for who Greek flows for too, and with modesty out such beauties to the other side my head as breathing slower to a minimum susceptive, in particular "Clio, I want you to Note the History on this Search again and report to the people, what is for them that is required to share this World's Bests"    Clio seemingly quiet, paradoxical as she was not sent down to the North Lands, nor to perpetuate any drama or happy end, after the past, upon the enthusiasm to the Dragon's Queen. She managed, but again the cuts could not let the powers flow, once again. She poured a paradigm as she was not sent down to the North Lands, after the past path that prevails the enthusiasm to the Dragon's Queen. She managed a good job, but again the cuts could not let the powers flow, once again."Way Hekate, way so afraid? When the World needs your Magic and there is no more Bon Fires."      The young Faith of the 3 Faiths, out the Destines said. _ "It is not you Hera, or others, it is how Destine twists the habits and concludes to prove the roads are not what we accumulate in it, but  how some borrow words and thoughts, without eluding the experience in this now."    It was true that all Gods were leaning not just here but in legions and other halls as to tell you what is worth on values, to control, I have not domesticate Zeus yet, nor that I intend as Olympus. Originally is and used to be, nor Pagans to Romans, who purged the Nordic Pagans too. With pointed eye towards the God of China, the Asians, with golden stature, imperial Zen at their own myths and foods just recently Braking its Walls onto the them outer lands, presented an equilibrium not many could form, stabilising a tranquility on the side of the palace, now he just liked the gold and to be friends with every one with Odin and Against him for mutual business I Hera will adjust in futures now the Spaniards moved underneath with no God of them own but an Universal which was known to all, they seem to be a Mixture of Odin with Allah's God Aligned the Greeks and futures Rome, bring a cross to the son of God if you may, yet! Have not to be said the business that are mediated here.     Next to him Hephaestus stood, God of Machinery and of technical device during war and mobile to craft, he bowed to Jupiter/Zeus as for any culture would be in it's own name translated as the God of all in one and only and asked him. "God of the Roman Pantheon as the former who controlled the weather. The Machinery is prepared and technology, the systems program too. May not Thor stand in the way."    _"We will debate upon the Goddess Europa for whom Zeus enamour was by her beauty, a mare woman then, transformed him self into a Bull and carried her in his back, where she holds his horns at strong passive impulse, It's being Predict for the Spaniards History and the Latin's a commune sense to Europa, Greeks Continent who helped the primitive Nordics with Architecture and Laws, for them wished wealthy system as well."     At this may nor this Galaxy interface what north is and south for bellow is as above, the North Must come down, boundaries, borders, orbits are separating more to prevent confrontations and cultivating them wider spaces and the request here appeared more to be for a miracle for this mission. Could have being born to be Hera, here, but did love to not know it all and watch the nature of history flow out the Kingdom of the Skies. With this contemplation a body of material suffering occurred to direct a warning.     Melpomene the muse of tragedy is not amusing us here today, she is seating on the waters dramatically mellow for her beloved, she made the mistake once again to Inspire the Nordic and fall in love with one of them, was she worthy for this pain  or rejected? hum... she wont move from the Island where heads are chop, the isle of Nike, the Samotraky Island, she waits for her suicidal death but no one pays attention to her tragic parade, Urania Muse of Astrology come down to the Goddess Styx and asked the river "Tell her to ask your daughter Nike of Victory to bring her back in her constellation path." As horripilate this river was, is and will be, its waters miraculous are, has not the Jhon the Vaptice bath in it, for some traditions are passed sacredly in private from time to time to let time be in it's spacial movement.      The Action of gaining or regaining possession was something that had to be exchanged, to avoid a war I Here and now politically speaking had not found threats to be paired, what fears most was the lack of trust for is him God whom wishes to Divinize you in font miracles to happen with all we have.      It was about time as Athena walked with bare feet towards the gates to host a tactic Miracle, the wirable miracle of God, he was a God that had a mixture of Ares in his veins and Hermes, with ambivalent must whom the faiths watch always carefully, now every one feared the Destines, even Zeus who worked with them would not meddle with their affairs. But Miracles happen even for the twisted Faiths of Destine and we need him closely. The seating Gods opened them a mediative state for the trade he marks. They all wished on him to hurry, humans too as creatures for food. The muse played them arts next to him with variants of senses and with the privilege of his presence who humbled us, forgetting any desires. Welcomed him, just as we're. Tendered by the Illusions and projections of dreams to transform a reality, now the magic is not for an only God, could you sound please for the Guardians of the Blue Flame and Light, where is to be posed, the miracle for those wars or trades? I have been warned from the Goddess of Darkness Nyx that the Warrior Woman will rest to have spend them last fuel out Androia, for all the Gods whom you chose to pose a Miracle to enter the Bonds with Odin's North? It was the very Zeus who requested, if I wanted a Miracle out of him.      Not every one could see him, no miracles were to be found with the mare eye, children live in it and as we empower their growth, we loose it's magic to control. But whom I was to speak of Miracles when,..   ...each God has it's prose. 

So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.Always give a word or sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none.When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision. When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.