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Richard Kimble
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05/10/2015 10:30 PM
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Rules
Rules:1.Not the person in the photos, just an rper. I wish I didn't have to mention that, but not many seem to get that. Which is annoying, so it stops now. This is an rp site, no more or less and I am here to rp. The actor is older now and too busy to ever come here and rp a character he played when he was younger, the character was created by the characters off the show. Also it is similiar to the movie and the show it is still different. However, it doesn't change the fact that I am here to rp. Keep that in mind when accepting my friend request, or requesting me. If you do that only to get rid of me later, then don't bother with me. Are we clear? Hope so.2.I rp him past the show, as you would be able to tell in my bio. Now that doesn't mean I can't rp him during the events in the show, but they would mostly be memories, keep that in mind. Same goes with events before the show too. Don't you dare judging me or will block you, I don't judge you so don't judge or attack me, got it? If you block me for the way my character is or something like that, I won't care but that makes you a judgmental jerk, idiot and stop, and I will be fine to get rid of you. However, don't be surprised if one day it happens to you too, as karma is a bitch. Keep this in mind and don't break it, and we will get along great but break it and you are gone for good.3.Don't dare judging me for my starter, reply, character or anything like that as you will be gone. Connected to rule 2, as am sure you can tell. I am not here to be judged but to rp, so keep that in mind and don't break it, and we will get along great. Judgementals aren't wanted here. Never were and never will be, get that? Good. If I see you attack me because of either of those will send you here, to read it all again and again until you get it. I can't change my character, starter or my reply as I can't change it. With a reply or starter maybe, if the other idea works, but you can't tell me it won't work for either because if it fits my character and seems to work, then it stays, got it? Good. My character will never be changed. So respect it all, me and my character.4.Richard is single currently, but when he is taken he won't cheat. Keep that in mind and we will get along, or other wise you will be blocked and off my friends list. No ifs or buts about any of those rules. I take those very seriously no matter what. My character isn't the kind for just sex or friends with benefits, so don't ask as it won't ever happen. Those rules are to be respected. I am not going to do it to you, so don't do it to me. Don't suggest those options nor force those, got it? It won't happen. If you got it great, if not then no rp until you get all those rules, respect them and follow them to the best of your ability. Edit:Richard and Jenny just came in to his life and they are going to get back together. No one is allowed to get between them, nor would it work. Keep that in mind. 5.I am a multi para and up rper, but will do others too. Respect me for that and keep it mind, as well as follow that.I will rp with those who do one liner, para or such but I rather multi. So if you are multi, don't assume I am not a multi para rper because I am. If you add/ accept my friend request anf sent me something like, I don't rp with one liners or I don't rp with face and friends collectors, as you will be blocked and deleted, as am not a one liner , nor friends and faces collector. Keep that in mind or take a hike, simple as that.6.I am not a friend collector, or face collector. Keep that in mind or don't bother with me. If you add me or accept my friend request then talk. No ifs or buts about it, if you break it will delete you, simple as that. I am not a fool I can tell if you follow my rules and read them or not, so you better read and follow all of those. I had to delete a lots of people already, and would rather not to delete or block anymore, but will if you leave me no choice, accidents are fine or being busy abd such, but other wise it's not accepted, got it? good7.Patience is a virtue, Remember that, especially when rping with me. I take my time with starters and replies, so be patient and don't demand that it will be sent right away, as it won't be, unless I got a muse. Other wise you will get a terrible starter and a reply. You be patient with me and I will be with you. Don't confuse that with not being an rper, as it isn't the case. As I still send replies and starters, just at times it takes longer, as I am trying to make it good as well as in character. Just know that you will get it and you are not left behind. Don't get angry if a day or two passes with no reply or starter, as I am working on it but I need time, no exceptions. Because I can't send it in a second or an hour, as it takes time. I want to make it worth while and not boring, so accept it. I have things to do, other than being online so respect that. Don't judge me for that or will block you as well as delete you. You are patient to me and respectful to me, and you will get that from me in return. But be cruel, unpatient and a jerk to me and you are gone, got it? Good if you got it, you better or there won't be any rp going on until you do. I am not a robot but a human.8 I need mains and connections, they will get starters and replies first then others, due to the fact that those people are part of his stpryline no exceptions. Do not claim to be his ex from college or high school, without talking to me about it, also the answer to those would be a no, it still is a no no matter what. No siblings at all, unless you rp Maggie Kimble, and use the right information for her, plus your own or she won't count. Ex's are allowed but not from high school or college, In med school he had his first girlfriend, and unless you use the actual character and information, that won't count, after her it's Helen Ross, who became her wife, and given that she is in fact dead you can't rp her, unless we do memories or alternate reality, but talk to me about it first. Not accepting, anyone before her unless his ex that was mentioned earlier, and no one before them, as that wont work. Cousins, aunts and uncles, new friends or friends but not from too long ago are fine so. Keep those things in mind, so we won't have any trouble.9.My introduction message has nothing to do with real life. Most of it is in character, but before rp. If you read the bio on my profile you will see what I mean. A lots of people locked me or seemed rather furious about the bad situation part, even when I mentioned that before that it has nothing to do with me. So figured would add that to my rules. You will never know me or me you, unless we became such a close friends that we decided to share those details with each other. Other wise not happening. Given that in the beginning of the introduction it says "I am Richard Kimble" should tell you it isn't the real me, especially the rules says the same thing. The last part about discussion that me, written as if by Richard too. Those who understand that good, it's not to you. This rule is directed to those who don't get that.10. I hate people who accepts my friend request and deletes, or request and then delete. It is dump and you waste my time and yours. You wanna rp great, but if you not then not. Same with requesting and blocking or accepting friend request. So just don't do it. Had it done to me too many times and it pisses me off. I have done nothing to you or anyone. I block those who hurt me or those I care for, as well as those who judge me and excuse me of things I didn't do and broke my rules, no more. If you don't wanna rp just deny friend request and don't request me, simple as that. Yes it is a rule, as I had enough of that happen to me, no more. this are the rules, follow them and we will get along but break them and you are gone, unless it was an accident or you were busy then that is different.
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Loki~ God of Mischief
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05/08/2015 02:29 PM
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The Story of our Lives- Loki
The story of our Lives! Loki~God of Mischief (EOA) The story of my life! Now wouldn't that be a Tale to be told! One could paint a thousand pictures from the memories we keep For no story is perfect. Each have their Demons and shadows. Each have the sunlight that can break through the clouds. The stories of our life's are what define us! Are what shaped us into whom we are this day. They hold the reasons for the things we value and treasure the most. They gave us our beliefs and our dreams! They are unique . They are us! And they hold some of the most beautiful chapters in an epic tale you could ever imagine. There was a little boy. He was just an ordinary little boy. Blonde haired, blue eyes he wore red shorts that come down to his knees and a blue Thomas the tank T-Shirt. It was dirty, his Mother had tried to get him to change it. But it was favourite, he didn't see the dirt, he only saw Thomas! He was nearly four! His sandals were a size too small. He needed one ones, He could push his toes out over the edge of them if he wanted and would sometimes do it because for some reason it seemed to frustrate his mother- and he could never figure out why! it was just like when he refused to let her brush his hair; because it pulled on his hair, hurting. He liked his hair just like it was un-brushed! They were not rich, far from it. he was too young to really know that. What it meant. Why his toes poking out over the sides of his sandal's bothered his Mother so much. Yet other things he knew. He knew fear, He knew tears. he knew how to be scared. They were other chapters in the story of this little boys life. This one day, his Mother was happy. It was exciting. She was smiling and they were going to the shop to buy some food! They didn't have a car. They didn't catch a bus. The sun was shinning so brightly, It was a happy day and they were going to buy nice stuff to eat at the shops! It was a long way to walk for such little legs . Wether his mother did it to take his mind off of the walk or whether she did it just to make him smile. He doesn't know. You see, she's never told him. When he ask's her. She just smiles quietly. But as they were walking, she took his hand in her's and she started to sing. He can't remember the songs - nursery rhymes maybe. But he sang with her and they dance along the street skipping and spinning in circles. As he looked up into her face. He saw no other more beautiful! The sun as it was climbing into the sky cast sunlight about her hair. It lit up her face and smile. There was no more beautiful an angel. And no other memory as child he can remember, as being that happy. These are the stories of our life! They are what define us! Are what shaped us into whom we are this day. So i ask you, think of the story of your life. Your unique Tale. Think of your happiest chapter growing up. Those, who shared it with you. and smile! (Loki) M.W
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♡just Nadia♡
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05/06/2015 06:33 PM
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role play roles
These are some of the RP that my character does... 1) big sister- like from Naruto older sister help raise him and then left with itachi to make sure he lived.2) younger sister- Naruto parents didn't die the day Naruto was born but Naruto still have the 9 tails, there parents died when she was 4.3) schooled girl- most likely one or two year behind him...4)mage- still thinking about that one 5)flare phoenix - depends on the rp 6) Malcolm Merl daughter - I am tommys half sister 7)
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If you understand please sing below
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♡just Nadia♡
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05/06/2015 06:23 PM
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rules pack 1
Current mood:
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Hi, these or some of the rules that I am posting up this week; 1 ) no sexual contract role play, nothing from over 18, if you do you will be deleted and block,( you only get one change to fix it) 2) I do not do yuri/ yaoi 3) I don't like when my characters or being control 4) i have different character if you wish to see them they or on the albums when you select with who your going to RP with please leave a comment under her pic 5) my characters can travel to any place in the world expect the underworld..
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05/06/2015 12:05 PM
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Blog NavigationDisclaimer Rules & Regulations Hours of Operation Regarding Relationships Verses *coming soonCredits & Sources *coming soon
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Loki~ God of Mischief
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05/05/2015 05:10 PM
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Insanity-
"You ask me - What this is?- I don't know! - It's word vomit! - Something that wanted to be written.Though, if you read it- and yes! - It does delve into a quiet psychotic darkness- You'll notice parallels within it - the good, the bad - I'll leave it up to the reader to decide for themselves"-Loki winked- Loki~God of Mischief The sun set over a pink sky. The wind swirled in sparkles of falling stars that exploded falling like confetti towards the ground. Idealistic surreal, he stood. Slowly lowering his head to watch as the grass turned red before bursting into flames beneath his feet. He could not feel the pain as the flames licked around his legs yet his heart beat faster within his chest. Suddenly he was floating spinning upwards through the sky whilst the world burned far beneath him. The wind licked against his skin forcing back his hair yet its touch could not felt upon his skin. Was this what it meant, what it felt like to be truly free? To soar connected with everything yet be nothing at all? Somewhere deep within his own subconscious he knew he was the setting sun. The sparking wind. He was the grass that turned to flames destroying all that was ideal..to perfect, to ever be real. The world turned to dark, shadows of doors lining up. Stark, one by one they stood like an endless line of soldiers, just waiting for him to open and enter. A maze to the subconscious that was his own mind. Why did this scare him. Why did he feel the unnerving lurch of fear catch within his chest at what he could possibly find. The struggle to run, escape while he could. Hide from the hidden demons he could not see, fueled him forward. He would be strong, Here, he couldn't be beaten. Reaching out he opened a door.The room was barren or so it first seamed. Neglected and run down. The walls, coated in grime, paint peeling under the crumbling plaster . He could feel the rubble crunching under his feet yet hear no sound. In the corner, a panel like the side of a wooden box. Stained with the grime from the walls, It lay upon its side as if sheltering something from sight. He told himself no. But his feet were moving him forward. hand stretching out to pull the panel from the side of the wall. A shadow cowered hiding, cringing away from his touch. No more then formation of fog, faceless, it called forth to his heart. The urge. The need to save it. Rescue it from some fate he felt was stalking them both. The thought consumed him. Turning he searched erratically noticing a darkened hallway filled with corroded plasterboard and debris where he was sure had only once been wall. Reaching down he grasped for the shadow, watching its foggy form dissipate upon his touch. Confusion. His heart beat fast. It had found him! Any minuet it would be behind him. Rising he turned seeing the the shadow, the fogging masked existence of the one who had only moments before been crouching, hiding behind the panel. It stood waiting in the shadows of the darkened hallway. Like a beacon of hope. He found himself running forward . Scrambling over the debris that seamed to block his path. Struggling he tried to speed up his pace, feeling the sluggish pull as his feet sank into the floor slowing his movements . He couldn't turn. He wouldn't face the nightmare that moved like lightning as it it came up behind him. The feel of its presence raised the hair's upon the back of his neck. He closed eyes refusing its touch. The sun gleamed red behind his closed eyes. Blinking he opened his eyes. He stood alone. The towering walls of empty buildings surrounded him. The widows; pane-less void of any glass. Yet the grass was a vivid green; soft and plush beneath his feet. Slowly he made his way forward. He could feel them both .. They were here somewhere. He would find them. Face them in the emptiness. The sun shone. The world was bright. it could have been idealistic, almost peaceful. Yet the emptiness- it taunted. Lingering upon his echoing footsteps, Footsteps he could not hear.Rising up the red brick walls surrounded him. Apartments empty void of any life or self expression. The trees languid as their eaves rested upon mission brown, wooden balconies. He saw it. Standing there waiting . Watching him. The faceless shadow mocking. He would catch it. Confront it! He would take control! He felt the exertion as he sprinted forward taking the wooden steps in twos. The stairwell to the Balcony; to the Shadow that waited. Rounding the corner he felt the red bricks scrape against his shoulder. Registered the pain yet could not feel it. So close now! Yet the balcony stood empty. A tattered cream curtain slowly moving in the wind at an open sliding door. It waited for him. Waited inside. Determined he stepped forward. Reaching for the swaying curtain, strangely aware of how it felt within his grasp; as he crossed the threshold of light, into the darkness.Slowly his eyes drew focus. He was laying. He could feel the cold hardness beneath his back. It taunted him, making him wonder when he had lost control. He saw the shadows looming over him, as if he was laid out upon a table. A platter of their choosing. Their eyes gleaming in the darkness. Their touch upon his naked skin. Like icicles it froze him. Repulsed him. Stimulated him. Stiffening his shaft with an erection to feed off of his fright. He saw the glints cold like metal. Shuddered beneath their touch. The bittersweet pain as their touch drew fire to his skin, Delving deep and carefully slicing it open. The stench of his blood holding no meaning in his mind save for his own arousal. The succulent throb that etched and pulsed through his groin; sending spasms of delight up along his engorged shaft to merge with the bitter cold air as it caressed against his sensitive head. He could feel the fingers, easing apart the layers of his skin. Their touch dulling the pain like an anesthesia. The feeling as they slowly slid within the thick warmness of his blood. Using it like a lubricant. The way his organs moved, sliding back as their fingers delved deeper claiming his soul from the inside, out . Exquisite. Exotic ecstasy. Enthralled, he wondered aimlessly how long he would endure. The moment it would all end. Shamelessly wishing it wouldn't.The eyes.. he knew them. Finally he accepted them, for what and who they were. Their gaze unfaltering as they stared down upon him, mocking him. He no longer cared.Unperturbed by their taunts, he smiled and slowly closed his eyes.The warm sticky sweet metallic smell of blood as it cooled congealing upon his fingers. Tantalizing. Raising a hand to his nostril's he breathed deep the scent. Letting his tongue slid between his lips to lick up along the congealing blood that covered his thumb. Already it was dying. The life. It's force held within his other hand. His erection throbbing within his grasp. He was no longer repelled. There was no inevitable fight. The only demon was himself. The Monster parents told their children of.Lowering his head to the corpse of shadow and fog beneath him: he kissed his lifeless lips, Accepting his own insanity, as he watched it dissipated like smoke beneath his breath. -----------------------------Frowning Loki slowly opened his eyes. The long green drapes that surround his bed, hung silent. lit only by the moonlight as it streamed in through the open balcony doors. Breathing deep, he let his gaze travel up along the flowing folds of thick tapestry to the ceiling above: watching the shadows...." Was it madness....Was it?"
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05/03/2015 08:04 PM
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Task XXXI: Throwback Playlist
https://8tracks.com/roselynn1994/whitney-s-playlistPicking a playlist for Whitney is quite difficult, because she is such a mass of contradictions. She is friendly and upbeat, but prone to catty and cruel moments. She is successful and confident, but also quite insecure, especially in her relationships. Certain songs reflect her personal enjoyments, such as wealth and pleasure. The best example of this is "Material Girl." It has both literal and sarcastic meanings for Whitney, since she isn't as materialistic as she is portrayed to be."Any Man of Mine", "This One's for the Girls," and "Man! I Feel Like a Woman" all illustrate Whitney's ability to connect with her feminine side. She is independent, but she also craves the attention only the right man can give her. But she has high expectations and would never allow a man to control or tie her down. "Closure" is a song Whitney listens to on repeat, since it reminds her of that fateful fight with her parents, and even her grandmother's recent death. She is tired of getting close to people she ultimately loses. "So Yesterday" reflects her occasional tendency to be caught up on tiny problems, and her struggle to overcome them and convince herself that they really don't matter."Bittersweet Symphony" is Whitney's go-to-song for when she feels particularly lonely or self-pitying, especially when things don't go her way at work. The other songs are just ones she finds catchy or fun, and often have little or no meaning.
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Lovey 🍎
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05/01/2015 04:59 PM
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My greatfulness to my Cherry Blossom, Husband and children Bella and Frodo, Mark, and Dib.
It was a beautiful day, Cherry Blossom was born today 1st of May, would thanks the Gods, and Elves who helped me, Gandalf and my children, the wet towels on top my head, and the stones out the window to keep the good spirits in and blessings to the outside who would receive them into the world. I told Bilbo my husband what happen, out in the shrine when the people danced to the pole around with coloured bands and said back to him "It's ok Bilbo, is fine, we have our home and I'm happy any ways."Then he went out the porch to bring his symbol of protection towards any the God's Deviation and twist, who has try to offend my name and family." Yes, is your daddy! Cherry Blossom" He made me laugh, and was sweet and calm, we was a humble family with binds of love, welcome to our life our love, we will let no one hurt us, no more. We have our home and joy, it's fine what happens in the world, and we are here... with your brothers and sister, with Dib, and the blue light, with the loyalty we conserved in our hearts. Bilbo run out with the news, and also to some adventures to get something we could not name with the dark elves, could rest with profound wealthy and fun.
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Akasha~The Divine
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05/01/2015 11:13 PM
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VAMPIRES COME OUT COME OUT...where ever you are.
Welcome my children; it warms my withering, blackened heart to see you here, reading this... If you do not know all ready. I am Akasha Queen of all who are Damned. Mother of all Vampires. I called you all here as I find roleplay quite boring here as of late. I am a long standing old school role-player from 2005. I have seen a load of drama and tons of shenanigans. I am here to boldly stand up and say ENOUGH is ENOUGH! It is hard as it is to find writers to role-play with let alone good Ricean writers. The harboring of petty grudges from years ago in the Ricean RP community is tiresome to say the least. Ridiculous insecurities, petty offenses and stupid jealousies have got in the way of ALL of us writing together for too long of a time. I personally think it is time to wipe the slate clean and come back together. Stop manipulating one another, stop harboring ill sentiment towards one another and lets write for heaven's sake. Out of all the roleplaying verses I have been part of....long ago the Ricean World had an old world charm and elegance to it, something that is quite non-existent today in other verses. Help me bring it back! If we argued long ago or disagreed before; I have let it go, you should too! It's dumb, silly and trivial Complete and total nonsense. It's been over 5 years since I have been in contact with anyone who have wronged me or betrayed me; I have forgiven every single one of you. Do you not think it's about time you do the same! Come back into the fold and write again. Forget all else please. Let us be friends again, let us inspire one another again, let us laugh and cry together- by the ancient gods, I miss it so very much! The writing was splendid, awe- inspiring and fueled with raw emotion. I with a select few are slowly and I do mean slowly reinventing writing groups (Ricean pages & rpgs) Come back & help us, grow with us, write with us. If you love Lestat and The Vampire Chronicles, if you read only a few novels or all of them, if you have seen films or just want to learn all about the Ricean realm, I will gladly welcome you with open arms. There are loads of canon characters or make up one or 50! Dream with me! Come take my hand and Join me in Death once again! Reply to this post if I have sparked your interest. All my love for eternity, Akasha the Divine & her writer.
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04/21/2015 09:08 PM
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XXIX
The start of monsoon season usually meant light rain and the occasional bad hair day. Sometimes, the wind would howl against the windows, being nothing more than a nuisance to anyone trying to sleep. But tonight was different. Tonight, the rain raged angrily throughout the city, bending trees, throwing trash cans and other objects, and ravaging dozens of vehicles. The damage wasn't confined to one borough, but rather, it seemed that whoever was pulling the world's strings had decided to punish the entire city at once. Every borough suffered the torrential downpour; every citizen quaked beneath the covers at the sound of pounding thunder. And then, just as suddenly as it started, it all stopped. The noise was silenced, the wind ran away, and everyone returned to their normal business. Some brave ones even ventured outside to survey the damage or go shopping. Then, with a single spark, everything went dark. It wasn't a couple of houses that suffered. The entire city was black as ebony. Some slept through it. Others rushed home, scrambling to find their car keys or cell phones to call for cabs. And some shrugged it off and returned to their normal business. Whitney Collins was one such example. She had been in the shower when the blackout occurred. Of course, her entire bathroom being swallowed in darkness had made her cry out at first, but she wasn't afraid of the dark at all.She stepped out of the shower, slipping into her favorite robe, and retrieved her cell phone from its charging cable beside her hairbrush. She turned the flashlight on and made her way into the kitchen, finding some candles, lighting them, and then placing them around the room. A little yip at her feet alerted her to Cocoa's presence. The puppy quaked with fear, even as Whitney picked her up and cuddled her. "It's okay, sweetie. It'll be okay soon," she promised, carrying the puppy to the sofa and sitting down, her legs curled beneath her. Scratching the puppy's ears, Whitney sighed softly to herself. She couldn't believe this. What were the odds that the entire city would go black? She hoped everyone out there was safe.
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The Black Douglas
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04/19/2015 12:37 PM
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AGRAVAINE PRINCE OF ORKNEY
Prince Agravaine was the second born son of Lot and Morgause, and second in line to the High Throne of England. He was the only dark haired brother in a brood of red heads. He was reputed as the most intelligent and cruel of the brothers, versed in the Craft and powerful not only in military prowess, but in the magickal arts.Sometimes called "the Arrogant" or "the Proud," Sir Agravaine was the second son of King Lot of Orkney and/or Lothian & Queen Morgause, his wife. In his youth, he came to the Court of King Arthur with his brothers and fought in the Saxon Wars, where he liberated the prisoners on the Hill of Wretches. He was rewarded with a knighthood and welcomed into the Order of the Round Table. He managed to put himself about a bit in search of adventure. However, although a very handsome man and a competent knight with sword and axe, he was said to be a most disagreeable character: being described as envious, unsympathetic, hateful and disposed to evil. This view seems to have been largely due to his central role in the movement to expose the torrid affair between Queen Guinevere and Sir Lancelot. Thus, in the Vulgate Cycle of Arthurian tales, it is Agravaine, rather than Mordred, who emerged as the chief conspirator and he was only finally killed when Lancelot rescued the Queen from the stake. However, Agravaine may be misrepresented. When Gawain was accused of treachery by Guigambresil, it was his brother Agravaine who persuaded him not to respond too hastily and even offered to fight on his brother's behalf. Throughout, his actions seem to have been motivated by family loyalty. His desire to harm Sir Lancelot and his participation in the murder of Sir Lamorak is quite understandable when one considers that their family was responsible for the death of Agravaine's father. Formidable in valour and prowess, strong in magick.
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The Silver
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04/19/2015 11:03 PM
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True Love or Friendship-
Love what is it. Deep inside, what is it. True love or friendship can never be describe with just the simple words, 'I love you' They're cheap and shallow. Their worth is as much as the many times you hear it said idly with false meaning or pretense.Look around you! Open your eyes. How many times do you see it? How many lies?And yet so many crave it. Crave that lie!So i ask you- What would you do, if you were lucky enough to have the real thing?True love isnt just romance. Friendship isnt just a word!Both come from so deep within. Would you risk everything for a friend. Fight just to be by their side.Would you stand beside them knowing to do so, could be your end.True love or friendship has no fear-Would you be willing to sacrifice everything? Even the simple things like every friend upon your friends lists. Or your profile for just that one friend?Would you face Blacklisting alone?Would you ask from them nothing in return? and relish every smile they make. Would you falter, or readily judge them When you don't agree with their choices.Could you sacrifice your pride, just to see that smile?Or would you hold your friendship over their head like a wielded weapon?Before you so readily answer these, take a moment to think!To be honest! Risk it all and look deep within yourself! Face the demons of your pride and accept what you see! You'll never have this. Not when you live behind lies.True Love, True Friendship, has no strings!Knows no liesNo conditions or rules to abide by.It doesn't care about your ego or your pride! It doesn't care about popularity or how you look! It is the purest emotion you could feel.You would fight till your very last breath to protect it!And then you would get up and fight again. You would sacrifice your pride! You would sacrifice it all and smile knowing the one's you loved, could laugh or be happy just one more time. Each tear,they might cry. Each trouble they might face.You would walk beside them. Never judging, but accepting and loving!For every decision, good or bad they make..Is who they are! And True love, or True Friendship is pureTheir choices are part of that pure perfectionAnd true perfectionYou shouldn't try to changeIt's perfect, in every way possiblejust as it is...-M.W-bonded by Legolas on Grooveshark'It's a Pack thing'
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Cat Salvatore
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04/16/2014 10:44 PM
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* Roleplaying With Cat Salvatore *
Current mood:
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I have been in roleplay for almost 13 years now on different sites such as Facebook, Roleplayer.Me, RPL, RPU and RP Forever. I put a great deal of effort into my roleplaying so I expect the same from my RP partners. We all have busy lives and a very real life outside of RP... However if I can make time to RP? So can anyone else. I RP almost anything and I can build an RP around any kind of character given I know the character's background and what is expected of me in the duration of the RP. RULES: 1. I am a very friendly person and I don't do drama, disrespect, jealousy, childishness or disdain. 2. I strictly RP with adults. Meaning you are to be over 18 years of age. Don't waste my time. 3. My OOC is private. If you want to know something? Ask and I will decide whether I trust you enough to share. 4. I NEVER add the same FC on my acc, because I am the only sexy CAT around on my profile. :* 5. I RP in english unless another language is part of the context. 6. I am no whore. So don't expect it. This character is MARRIED and loyal to her husband. So please respect that. 7. If you are a man in a relationship where your girl is not FOR RP with another girl. I do not take kindly to her adding me to watch my profile or posts/RP concerning you. 8. If your a boy in the body of a man who lives on a leash your gf/wife controls? Please remove yourself. I am an adult and a tantrum thrown by an over-grown three year old is childish and very monotonous. If you have no balls to wear the pants in your relationship? Your too weak for me anyway. Don't waste my time or grace in not losing my temper. 9. Mutual respect is very important to me. I will always respect you. So you will respect me. 10. NO cursing on my posts or pics.... If it's a reaction I bring out while we're in bed... then ALLOWED. -smiles- 11. I write in any length of RP. Meaning PARA or ONE-LINERS - I will match it to my partner. To me RP is RP as long as I remain interested. 12. I have a very busy OOC job sometimes as well as a busy life. I will ALWAYS reply. So if I do not reply immediately? Please don't take offence. 13. If you are not planning to commit to RP with me and follow it through? Don't bother starting it. Please don't waste my time as I will not waste yours. 14. I try to RP with all who are interested, I delete silent friends after a period of two weeks. 15. This is MY profile, MY rules. You don't agree with my posts etc. Please delete yourself. Thank you. Thank you so much to all who have added me and I am looking forward to RP with everyone. Hope to hear from you soon .... Cat XOXO � Original & Official Roleplayers √ Verified ║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌║▌▌ �
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Cat Salvatore
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