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(ooc: A small short story which takes place shortly after the Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Season Two finale. This deals with Chris's return and what happened with his brother in my last character story. Feedback is always appreciated.)Chris's ReturnThe PlaygroundLocation: Classified After traveling the multiverse in hopes of defeating Jiaying, Chris Steele had returned to his home universe. He was approached by two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, who escorted him to one of Fury's secret bases, coined "The Playground", and the new headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D. It was there that the young man had been informed of what happed to Jiaying, and the rest of the Inhumans. Getting re-indexed with his new powers, Chris met with Director Coulson in his office. "And Cal killed Jiaying. So, as a favor, we wiped his memories and gave him new ones so he wouldn't have to live with that pain," Coulson said, catching the young man up on what had happened. "Any questions?" "Yeah. Are you sure you don't want your hand restored? I can take care of it," Chris asked, referring to Coulson's missing left hand. The director smiled. "No, I've been looking into other options. Besides, I think of it of as a sacrifice that needed to be done in order to protect the greater good," he answered. "If I change my mind, I'll let you know," he said, as Chris nodded. "There's a couple more things you should know. First, I have Skye putting together a team of powered people, in which she'll lead. Hopefully they'll do some good. I see a lot of potential in her. Perhaps she'll even run S.H.I.E.L.D. one day." "She will," Chris said, which caused Coulson to raise an eyebrow. "In some of the universes I visited, she was already running S.H.I.E.L.D. I have a feeling that'll do that here, though it probably won't be for some time," the young man explained. "Anyway, why are you telling me this?" He asked, changing the subject. "She wants you to join her team. I would ask you myself, but I want her to take charge and ask," Coulson answered. "I also figured I'd give you a heads up," he said, pausing for a moment. "There's something else. Follow me," he said, getting up and leaving the office, with Chris following him.---------------------------------- Down in the medical bay of the Playground, Coulson led Chris over to the morgue. On the table, was a body, which was covered up by a sheet. "We found him out in the desert, near the Grand Canyon. We believe that his life energy was drained," he told Chris."Like what Jiaying can do," Chris said, following Coulson. "Yes. We believe that she killed him and had the body dumped," the director said. "From what I was told, he was killed a few months ago." "The same time as when I left Afterlife. Do you think it has something to do with Steven?" Chris asked, looking over at Coulson. Coulson didn't respond. Walking over to the table, he lifted up the sheet, revealing Chris's brother, Steven. Chris's eyes widened. He couldn't believe that it was his brother laying on the table in front of him, dead. It was then that he lost it. "Argh!" He yelled, exploding in anger. Beginning to trash the morgue, the young man threw things, and even punched a hole in the wall. This lasted a good several minutes, until he finally collapsed on the ground, crying. The only thing Phil Coulson did was watch. He knew that this was hard. First learning that his parents were killed by Jiaying, then that his brother had been killed, he expected Chris to go crazy, so he let this happen. After Chris calmed down, Coulson walked over and placed his hand on his shoulder. "I didn't know your family, but from what I heard, they were amazing people," the director said, trying to comfort the young man. Coulson paused for a moment. "I have a friend, Dr. Andrew Garner. He's a Psychologist at Culver University that sometimes helps us out. He can help you get through this, but only if you want his help," he told Chris. Reaching into his pocket, Coulson took a business card for Dr. Andrew Garner. Having calmed down, Chris looked up at Coulson. Taking the card from the man, he nodded. "Thanks," he said in a shaky voice. "If there's anything you want to do with the body, let me know. Right now we'll keep him here until you decide," Coulson said. "If there's anything you want me to do, let me know." "I just want to be alone for right now," Chris said, putting the card away.Coulson nodded and turned to leave the room.---------------------------------- Several hours later, Chris was at the entrance to the Playground, with Coulson standing across from the young man. "Is there any place you want us to take you?" Coulson asked, looking at Chris, who had pulled himself together. "No, I think I can make it on my own," Chris answered. "Besides, I need some time to myself," he said to the older man, who nodded. "Thanks, for helping me out," he said. "It's S.H.I.E.L.D.'s job to help out people in need. That includes you," Coulson said to Chris. Chris could only give a small smile. Extending his hand, in which Coulson took it, the two shook hands before he turned and exited the Playground, heading out on his own before heading home.

I must say rules are incredibly repetitive these days however, I will set some absolutes that must be taken seriously while roleplaying with me. Please read, sign and follow them. If you fail to do such, you will be eliminated.-I am roleplaying as Troia, or Donna Troy. I prefer the name Troia in play, please adhere to this.-I feel no need to sample my writing publically. A sample may be found in my blog in due time if and only if I see it to be of value. -I will not be a love interest automatically, you will have to earn it through decent, consistent, active play.-I do not engage in rp crossovers that make no sense to me. -I share no OOC information with anyone. Even if you were part of my long forgotten past on myspace, I feel that fair weathered friends are a useless commodity in my world & I will not be subjected to the pain that was inflicted upon me before. I share NOTHING of my reality ever. And honestly I do not care a thing about yours, write or leave me be. Small talk is fine & fun, but lets not read into it, Ok?-I am an adult and a professional writer, I will not restrain my talents or my imagination when writing. If you are so faint-hearted as to think there will not be adult themes or violence in writing, I suggest you grow up a bit before attempting to write with me.- I am a literate novella player, well educated and long standing in the roleplay arena. I do not have time nor patience to teach another to play or accept any replies less than multi-para format.-Never steal from me ever.-Misery does not love company here. What does this mean? If you are miserable, be miserable alone as I do not care.-I can be aloof at times. Deal with it or do not.-I am the least jealous individual on earth. I could care less who your rp bang buddies are. Let me be clear on this, your harlots may never ever approach/attack me. I do not want you and I never will. All I say and do here is a grandiose illusion, a fantasy and nothing more. If I comment photos, it is in character.-I have other obligations. I am here when I am here.-I am over the age of 25 in reality, do not disrespect me in any manner.-I do NOT & will NOT add actors that I know in real life, therefore if I repeatedly say NO, this is the reason why.-I use Megan Fox & Bridget Regan as my face claims. Deal with it.-If I take the time to discuss a story with your or send a starter I will expect some sort of reply whether it is I cannot reply to your starter or you love our story ideas, whatever just please have the decency to respond.-To the pitiful school boys in this verse that seem to ignore/bypass anything a women says. Up yours- this is exactly why you are a lonely piece of cow manure that lives vicariously through comics.-I do not join rpgs or groups. I own a group. If I do not own it and moderate it myself, I do not bother. I am a leader not a follower. -In my mind, there is absolute no justification for role-playing children. There is absolutely no reason to depict them for play. It is very disturbing to me and I will not accept it, no matter which way you try to justify it. Its just wrong and it teeters on legality issues that I do not want to involve myself in whatsoever. No children, no babies, no fetuses ever.-You may not kill, impregnate, rape or sadistically torture my character. Do not speak or act for my character. Sign below with 5 favorite things.Troia.

(ooc: My character story, which reveals the true origins of Chris, his connection to Skye, and the Inhumans of the Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU). Feedback is greatly appreciated.) Inhuman OriginPrologue After spending the night with Skye, Chris headed out for the day. Since coming back from his training, the young man had to figure out what to do next. Coulson offered him a position at S.H.I.E.L.D., but he didn't want to go back to working for the organization, as it didn't seem right to return to it. For now, he was on his own in regards to that. Sighing as he walked, he suddenly stopped when an older man appeared in front of him seemingly out of nowhere. He would have just walked past the man, but one thing made him stop. He had no eyes. "Hello Christopher," the man said, supposedly looking at him. "I'm sorry if my sudden appearance startled you, but I wanted to make sure you were alone before I introduced myself. My name is Gordon." Chris wondered how this man, Gordon, knew his name and how to find him. He also wondered what was up with his eyes. Right now, he played it calm. "It's okay man," he said with a shrug. "I know about teleporters," he said to Gordon. "Interesting," Gordon said. "Your mother told me about your previous powers. I was surprised to hear that you lost them," the man said, starting to pace a bit. "Perhaps now you can gain your true power," he said to Chris. "You knew my mother?" Chris asked, his eyes widening as Gordon nodded his head in agreement. "How did you know her?" "I also knew your father. Your parents and I were friends," Gordon answered. "They were one of us," he paused. "I'm sorry to hear that she died," he stopped pacing. "One of us? What does that mean? What the hell are you talking about?" Chris asked, now clearly confused. "If you're willing to go, I can take you to a place where you can get all of your answers," Gordon said to the young man. "Of course, it's entirely up to you," he said. Chris thought for a moment before speaking. "Alright, take me there," the young man said. Gordon nodded his head, walked up to Chris, grabbed him and pulled him close, as the two of them suddenly disappeared.----------------------------------Chapter One Gordon had taken Chris to a place called, Afterlife. It was there that he would meet their leader, a woman named Jiaying. The young man thought that Gordon was going to explain everything, but realized that talking to the woman would be better. Being led to a room inside a building, Chris walked inside the room, following behind Gordon. "Jiaying. This is Christopher Steele," Gordon said, introducing him to the woman. "Chris, this is Jiaying, our leader.""Thank you Gordon, that'll be all," Jiaying said, as Gordon left the room. "It's finally nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you," she said, extending her hand as Chris shook it. "Please, sit down," she said, motioning towards a chair in front of a desk. "Thanks," Chris said, sitting down in one of the chairs as Jiaying took a seat at the desk. "So, Gordon says that he knew my parents," he said. "Yes, as I did," Jiaying said. "We were friends while they were here. Your father was an excellent doctor, not as skilled as my husband, but still very skilled. Your mother had a powerful gift," she told him."How exactly did you know them and what exactly were they?" Chris asked, hoping to get some answers. "Your parents were what we call, Inhuman. I knew your father for some time, and I met your mother when she first came to Afterlife," Jiaying said. "You and your brother, are Inhumans as well," she said to him. "When she was pregnant with you, she was attacked. She feared that you wouldn't get any powers when you went through Terrigenesis. So, she and your father left and went to this place called Primatech. They gave you some sort genetic formula after you were born," she explained. Chris knew what Primatech was, he had dealings with them before. He couldn't believe that his parents would do such a thing. "You know, you could be making all of this up. Do you have some sort of proof that this story is true?" The young man asked, looking at the woman. "I had a feeling you would say that," Jiaying said, opening up a drawer in the desk. Reaching in, she pulled something out and handed it to Chris. "That is a picture of your parents and I, back in the 90s, before they left," she said as the young man examined it. Taking the picture, Chris examined it. He was surprised to see it and knew that his parents were in the picture. "So, I'm Inhuman?" He asked, handing the picture back to her. "If so, does that mean I have other powers?" She nodded. "Yes, you're Inhuman and you do have powers," she answered, putting the picture away. "I made a promise to your mother to help you gain your true powers," she said. "Do you remember your training with your brother?" She asked and he nodded his head. "Well, he had a fragment of Terrigen Crystals and exposed it to you. That power you gained, from your necklace, is your true power." "My Fullbring is my true power?" Chris asked as Jiaying, who nodded. "Well, it's not very powerful then. I mean, I can't do too much with it," he said. Jiaying remained quiet for a moment. "As I said before, you were exposed to a fragment of the crystal. If you're willing, we can expose you to a full crystal. Your power will be complete," she said. Chris wasn't sure how to react. He knew how to use the power, but it wasn't at its fullest. After a few moments, he spoke. "Let's do it," he said to her. Nodding, Jiaying got up and told him to follow. Getting up, the young man followed her to an empty room. Inside the room sat a blue crystal on a table. "This is a full Terrigen Crystal. We broke down the Diviners that they came from and attempted to grow our own. This is the result. Unfortunately, some of Diviner is embedded in each crystal, so any normal human will turn to stone when they hold this," she said, placing it in Chris's hand. "Luckily, it doesn't affect us Inhumans," she told him. "All you have to do is smash the crystal and inhale the mist. Once you do that, your true power will come out," she said. Going over to Chris, she placed her hands on his shoulders. "You and your gift are very special Chris. Once you release it, you can stay here. Our people need you, I need you Chris," Jiaying said softly as she looked into his eyes. Giving him a soft smile, she moved away from him and left the room. Chris stood there for several moments, taking everything in. He needed to do this, not just the Inhumans, but for everyone. The crystal in hand, he smashed it against the table. The mist spread and he inhaled it. Then there was an explosion.----------------------------------Chapter Two The entire building that Chris had been in was destroyed as what appeared to be black and forest green flames danced around the form of the young man, who was seemingly unscathed by the explosion. Luckily, nobody else was in the building, so nobody else was injured or killed. As the "flames" continued to dance around the rubble, around Chris, they spread out, attempting to reach other buildings. Chris himself couldn't focus. Whatever had happened to him, he wasn't in control of it. "Chris. Focus," a male voice spoke from a safe distance. The voice was familiar to the young man, so familiar that he instantly recognized it. "Steven," Chris thought to himself. Opening up his eyes, the young man looked around and saw his older brother standing back, safe from the "flames". "Focus Chris," Steven said once more. "Remember our training. You can do this," the brother said, knowing that his younger brother could control the power. Nodding his head, Chris took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Focusing, the young man concentrated on bringing the "flames" inward. As he did, the "flames" did just that, coming back towards him before completely disappearing. The damage was done, but at least no more could happen. "That was excellent," Jiaying said, walking over with Steven. "You're very powerful Chris. That and very special," she said, giving him a smile. "Well done. I knew you could do it," Steven said, giving his brother a smile. "So you knew, but didn't tell me?" Chris asked Steven. "Yeah, but that's the main rule. We can't tell anybody about us," Steven answered. "I'll leave you two alone while we get this cleaned up. You have a lot of catching up to do," Jiaying said, giving them a smile before walking away. Steven placed his hand over Chris's shoulder and began to walk, leading his brother out of the area. "Now that you've gone through Terrigenesis completely, I'll show you how to access the different forms of your power," he said to his brother, and who nodded when Chris said the words, different forms. "Let's get started," he said with a smile.---------------------------------- Some time had passed since Chris acquired his full powers. Since then, Steven had been training in to access the different forms in which he could take with his powers. The training had gone well, and the brothers had decided to take a break. Being away from the compound (Afterlife), Steven decided that he needed to say something. The two of them were sitting down on a nearby bench. "Chris, there's something I have to tell you. It's about mom and dad," Steven said, taking a drink of water from a bottle. Chris wasn't sure what was going on, but was curious. "Yeah, what about them?" He asked, looking over at him. "Jiaying killed them," Steven said after a moment. He knew that Chris wouldn't believe him. "I don't how she did it, but she did," he said. Chris couldn't believe what his brother was saying. "Why would she do that?" He asked, not sure why he was asking. "Something happened to Jiaying a long time ago, about 26/27 years ago. I don't know what exactly happened, but she wanted war. She knew that our people wouldn't be save until the outside world was gone," Steven explained. "Before whatever happened to her, she was nice and kind. She's only putting on an act, so you can join and fight her war," he told his brother. "Okay, but what does have to do with our parents?" Chris asked, still not understanding. "Mom and Dad found out. They wanted to stop her, try to make peace with the world. That's why they initially left. After a while, they came back and tried to stop her. But they failed, and she somehow killed them. I don't know how, but she did," Steven explained. "Look, I know you probably don't believe me, but I'm your brother. I wouldn't lie or make any of this up to you, I swear." Chris sat there, thinking. It had occurred to him that Jiaying was just acting like she was glad to see him achieve his full powers. He also noticed that she said that she needed him. Realizing what had happened, he felt like an idiot. "I'm a fucking idiot. She just wants to use me," he said, shaking his head. "What do I do now?" He asked, mostly to himself. "Leave," Steven answered. "Get out of here and figure out what to do next." "What about you?" Chris asked, looking at his brother. "Don't worry about me," Steven said. "Just get out of here and figure out how to stop a war from happening," he said as Chris nodded. "Go on that trip through the multiverse. Gordon won't be able to track you if you do," he said as the two of them stood up. Taking out his remote control device, Chris looked at his brother. "I'll come back, I promise," he said, giving Steven a hug. Aiming the remote away from him, he activated it, as a blue swirling vortex appeared. "You better come back, for that girl of yours," Steven said with a smile. Smiling, Chris ran into the vortex. Moments later, Gordon appeared, as the vortex closed. "Where is he? Where did he go?" Gordon asked, turning and facing Steven. "Not sure, but he went to a place where you can't find him," Steven answered. "You're coming with me," Gordon said. Grabbing a hold of Steven's arm, he teleported them away.----------------------------------Epilogue Jiaying sat at her desk in Afterlife, when Gordon, still holding Steven's arm, appeared before her. "I can't find him," Gordon said. "It seems that he's disappeared and his brother's not saying where he went," he told Jiaying, who looked up at them. "Where is your brother Steven?" She asked, giving him a stern look. "He's somewhere where you can't use him for your plans for war," Steven answered. "Even though my parents couldn't stop you, he will." Jiaying sighed, disappointed that her weapon had disappeared and that his brother wasn't cooperating. Standing up, she started over to Steven. "What happened to you all those years ago? What made you change?" Steven asked as Gordon let go over his arm. "I died and lost someone very important to me that day," she answered. "Unfortunately for your brother, he's about to lose his entire family," Jiaying said. Placing her hands on Steven's face, and the color began to drain from his face, his body. He choked before collapsing on the ground, dead. Once that was done, she turned to Gordon. "Dispose of the body, make sure nobody can find it, not even his brother," she said. "Alright. What should I do after that?" Gordon asked, grabbing Steven's dead body. "Find her and bring her here," Jiaying said. "It's time to see my daughter again."

A friend of mine, Blade (∑ternal Justice), decided to post something in regards to women.  I feel very strongly about this also, so I contributed in my repost.  I've since referred several women to this bulletin, all of whom were encouraged by this.  So, I screenshot and permanently post it here.  It's not done doing good yet."Boobs are great, lets not sully those who wield them." -Myself

01. HomeWhitney isn't one for flashy decorations or broadcasting her wealth obnoxiously. She prefers simple, yet elegant design ideas. Most of her apartment  looks just like this, in terms of color schemes and bare designs.  She also loves open space, so every room has multiple enormous windows.02. WorkFrom her office, Whitney has a beautiful view of the city below. The Coach building is in the perfect location: it's not too crowded, nor too isolated. Inside,  Whitney's actual office is decorated the same way as her apartment. Since she spends so much time at work, she is very picky about her surroundings.03. Favorite placeWhitney's favorite place in the world is Paris.  One reason is that she was born there, despite what her parents put on her birth certificate.  She loves everything French, from the food to the fashion to the history.  When she needs an escape from real life, Paris is her top choice.04. SelfieWhitney hasn't quite boarded the selfie bandwagon. She takes the occasional photo of herself, but for the most part, she believes there are enough pictures of her in the press. This is one of her favorites of her few selfies, because it is fun, pretty, and it features one of her best friends: food.05. Favorite thing to doWhitney loves shopping to the point that she considers it her personal addiction. She can't not log onto her favorite sites at the end of the day, or take a walk around the city without peeking into the nearest store.  She has more shoes than the average shoe store, and even her puppy gets too much stuff.06. RandomWhitney's all time favorite movie is The Little Mermaid. In fact, she named her newborn daughter after the world's most infamous mermaid.  Part of the movie's allure is the idea that true love conquers all...but Whitney also likes to reminisce about her younger days, when she asked for a mermaid tail for every Christmas.  And who can't resist a girl who brushes her hair with a fork?

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.

  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                

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)

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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"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?"           

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.

 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.

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.