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Below is a starter I sent to Charlie Weasley.  Since he abandoned my ass, thought I might as well put it to good use and post it here as an okay example of my writing.Enjoy: "How soon before he gets here?"  Her voice was hushed; her tone held a hint of reverence in it, or maybe it was respect?  Either way, her partner, Bill Weasley cast a quick sideways glance at her, brow lifted quizzically before returning to follow her gaze upward.     Bill and Hermione Granger stood at the apex of a narrow river that began at the soaring base of a waterfall that fell from high, high above them.  So high in fact, that the rich coffee and cocoa hues of the rock face turned gradually darker and shifted in color and intensity until they became a mix of vibrant blues, grays and purples, continuing onward and upward far beyond their line of sight.  (https://www.flickr.com/photos/40001315@N00/5968225905/ - since it won't let me post the image) It was without a doubt one of the most spectacular places that Hermione had ever been on this earth.  The fluttering mixture of excitement and terror that had had her nearly breathless since arriving a week ago, only grew when Harry had casually mentioned two evenings before, when the entire group was seated around a firepit for dinner, that Charlie Weasley was assembling a team and en route to The Site.    Bill had grown uncharacteristically quiet after that and had only commented to Harry that that was probably a good idea, and since then had not said much more on the matter.   This was the first time Hermione dared broach the subject with Bill.  She knew her friend well enough, too well in fact, that when he got quiet like this, it was best to let him work through whatever was going on and deal with it when he was ready to speak.  She needed to get to work however, and the anxiousness was showing in her demeanor, which was why she brought up Charlie.  Hermione had no idea why they were strained around each other.  She could never quite figure it out.  Like there were pieces to a puzzle that she couldn't fit into their appropriate spots.  When Bill didn't answer she let out a long breath, turned and began the trek back to Base Camp, a few meters down river from the falls.  The ground beneath their feet was slick from the overflow of the river, the loose gravel and mossy rocks made the going slow.  If you weren't paying attention or were trying to get away too fast, you were going to end up on your bum, wet and soggy and scraped up.  She'd just moved one step too long and hit a mossy spot when she squealed and toppled over.  Strong arms were there in an instant to right her and Hermione turned, flush faced and grateful to smile at Bill.  "Thanks."    Bill waited till they'd passed the slick stones and crossed over the smallest point of the river and were out of the slippery zone before he released the firm grip on her arm.  He'd been silent and Hermione knew he was working up whatever it was he wanted to tell her before he spoke.  Finally, his grip eased and he let her go, pausing for a moment to turn and give a quick glance over his shoulder back and upward to the dark gap in the wall of rocks that Hermione and he had just been observing.  It was the Cave where it, the Beast was currently residing.   Satisfied that there was no threatening activity or movement he plunged his hands into his pockets and rolled his shoulders, "Harry said he should arrive today."  Hermione nodded, eyes forward, wincing from a scrap on her ankle that had dashed against a jagged stone when she nearly fell.  "I am," Bill paused, trying to find the right way to say this without it sounding like a big brother lording it over his kid brother.  He sighed and lifted a shoulder, "I am concerned, HJ.  This is big.  This situation we're in.  This is dangerous and if it weren't for the fact that you're the best, there's no way in hell I'd have let you come along either. Let alone have my brother here to step into a seriously life-threatening situation like the one we're in right now."  Hermione stopped dead in her tracks, turning to stare at Bill with mouth agape.  "Don't look at me like that, kiddo.  You know I respect the hell out of you and your abilities, but this is different."   "How so?"  Her cheeks had flushed in anger and surprise.  She didn't even comment on his nickname for her.  He was the only person to call her "HJ" and she disliked it immensely, but hadn't been able to stop him from using it throughout the years no matter the threatening tone or looks she'd shot him. "Bill Weasley, we have been working together for years.  I have been in life and death situations with you," she paused, shaking her head at the rush of memories that flooded her, "far too many times to count.  Which you are well aware.  How on earth can you possibly say this is any different? Having Charlie here will only aid us. For heaven's sakes, he knows how to handle creatures like this one.  It is what he does, Bill.  He is the expert in a scenario like this, not us."    Bill shook his head, his grown out hair was loose and wild about his shoulders, it haloed his face in an auburn glow, he yanked a hand from one pocket and jabbed a thumb out over his shoulder, glowering at her. "No.  He doesn't.  Not one like this.  There is a several thousand pound dragon that has been cursed sitting right there over our shoulders, probably watching us right now and debating on who it wants for a midmorning snack and who it wants for lunch."  Bill's tone was low and sharp.  "I can't break a curse with an animate, wild creature that refuses to stand still long enough for us to get close to it or better yet, try to dodge its cursed fire that's already killed four team members and countless others in the village at the base of this mountain. He can't tame a dragon that you cannot get near without the threat of being killed."  Bill's voice never rose in volume, but his eyes were flashing blue daggers at her.  "You're the genius in our little group, I'd have thought that was a no brainer!"    Hermione gaped at him, astounded. He cannot be serious? "You cannot be serious?"   "Deadly."   She shook her head in exasperation.  "That is the point, is it not?  What is the necessity in taming a dragon that you can walk right up to and pet?  Merlin!" Hermione actually flung her hands in the air.  Bill had always been the picture of professionalism and was known for never losing his cool in the face of danger.   She had not to her knowledge seen him like this, ever.  It hit her like a blow to her gut then.  Instantly, the nervous flutters that had been blowing about her belly became a full-blown roiling, churning storm of anxiety.    Bill Weasley was frightened.    Oh. This was bad.   She was smarting from the callous tone, but now recognized with sudden clarity what was going on. Bill and probably Harry as well, if Bill was so gravely concerned, must think that a good number of people wouldn't be making it out of here alive before they got this beast either killed or under control. And Bill was worried Charlie would be one of those people.    Hermione reached out a hand and rested it on Bill's arm reassuringly. He gave her a long look, eyes still flashing.  "He won't get killed, Bill.  You, Harry and I will not let that happen."  Emotion churned behind deep blue eyes when he stared at her and she knew she'd hit the bulls-eye.   He forcibly returned his hand to his pocket, spun around and began moving down the gravel path that was gradually becoming soft earth beneath their feet as they entered a thicket of woods nearing Base Camp.    The unspoken thought was obvious; there had already been too much death in his family to lose another member.   Hermione followed along behind him, her words ringing thick in the air between them.   "No one has ever seen a dragon like this one before."  Bill reminded her of something that had become obvious the moment everyone had gotten a good look at the beast as it circled over their heads that first day when they'd entered the clearing by the waterfall.   It has killed one man and two more before they'd gotten down the clearing, out of its line of sight.  The fire it shot from its mouth had blazed incandescent blue and curled like a corkscrew downward, literally chasing its victim, like a muggle heat-seeking missal. They had since discovered if you were wet and/or cold, the cursed flame had less accuracy, but not till they had lost one more team member to discover, leaving a death toll of four so far from the Ministry.   Harry Potter had arrived that same day of the deaths and had brought a team of Aurors with him to work with Bill in containing and bringing the Beast down.  It wasn't until it had nearly leveled their first base camp, too close to its roost for the beast's likings, did they spot the huge rune carved or burned into its scaled skin.  Bill and Harry had marveled at how that could have happened in the first place.  You cannot penetrate a dragon's scales - period.  Yet this one had been.  You couldn't even get close to this thing without the strongest of protective wards around your person and even then you were left feeling like you'd been zapped by lightening if its fire hit your ward.    Then there was the beast itself.  It was easily the largest dragon that either Bill or Harry had seen and they both decided that they needed Hermione there to get to work on that symbol.  Both men knew it was part of the case they were already working on once they'd seen it.    Hermione, upon arriving at Base Camp a week earlier with her small team, had only seen the dragon twice so far and both times had been awed by its size, ferocity and sheer beauty.  It was the most beautiful dragon she had ever seen.  Bill and Harry took turns with her, guarding her like she was some child.  Harry had scolded her when she'd gone to the edge of the river to take some samples of the soil and water and to document where they had been attacked.  She'd gotten a good look at the symbol carved upon its back at that encounter and confirmed to Harry and Bill what they already knew - that this was in fact, a symbol that matched in similarity to the others they'd found carved upon the victims in the mysterious deaths they'd been investigating for the past few months.   Somehow, some way this poor creature was a part of the case they were working on.  It was also the first living thing they'd come across with a symbol on it, which made her desire to examine it up close that much more important and necessary.  She and Bill had gone first thing in the morning to check out the lair and document any activity from the beast.  It was too dangerous to keep any one or two persons on a constant surveillance so there were teams that staggered throughout the day to observe.  Never at the same time, in case the Dragon became aware of any patterns and decided to strike.   This morning had been Bill and Hermione's turn.  She'd been anxiously awaiting the opportunity to get a look at the narrow cave opening and they had spent a good few minutes longer at the base of the falls than they probably should have, but they both agreed it was necessary to figure out how and if they could even get near the cave to go in.  They'd not had any idea how to get close to it without bringing the Dragon out.  Maybe Charlie would have ideas.  She was sure he would.    If anyone was needed here at this moment, it was Charlie Weasley.   And she'd be immensely glad to see him when he arrived.   Bill's comment jarred her out of her thoughts and she rolled her eyes behind his back.  "All the more reason for Charlie to be on hand.  Bill, we need his expertise."    Bill spun around on her so fast that she ran smack into his chest; he looked down at her, hands automatically gripping her arms to steady her.  "Hermione, I have never said this before.  I've never thought it before, if I'm being honest."  Bill's tone was gruff and his eyes locked on hers, steady and intense as he spoke, "But nothing we are doing here today is worth losing another life.  Do you understand?"    No she didn't understand and conversely, yes she completely understood.  Bill was afraid Charlie was going to get hurt.    But it didn't change the fact that they needed Charlie.    Hermione had opened her mouth to say just that but Bill's head had snapped up, eyes growing wide and locked on a point over her head, his fingers dug into her arms painfully as he literally jerked her forward, propelling her in front of him in one swift move.  His free hand brandishing his wand, the other at the small of her back shoving her forward, "Time to go!" was all he said and Hermione pulled her own wand out, glancing once over her shoulder and gasping at the sight.  "Go! Go!"  Bill was running full speed into the woods, Hermione and he dodging and circling behind the giant tree trunks of the towering pine trees, hopping and barely keeping upright over tree roots and thickets of slick pine needles.  The Dragon was overhead, circling lazily lower and lower.  They could hear the breaking of branches high above their heads as its claws ripped tops off the trees to get a better look at them.  They were near the Base Camp, but that would mean having to run through a clearing in the trees and they both skidded to a stop just short of  said opening.    Bill yanked her back behind a tree, they both hunkered down, out of breath and trying to be as invisible as possible from the huge beast that alighted in the space between them and Base Camp.  Hermione was terrified.   She could feel the sweat upon her body cold as the cool breeze of early morning and the woods brushed against her skin.  Her hearing was strained, neither one moved, Bill's eyes were locked on hers, he waved his wand and created a soundproof ward around them, whispering low, "Ideas?"   Hermione shook her head.  "Not a one. We can't get around that thing.  We have our wards up, but.."  Something struck her then.  Something that she'd not even considered before this second.  "can that thing touch us?  Our wards are to prevent being killed by its fire.  What about it snatching one of us bodily?"   Bill had already considered this idea; she could see it in the set of his jaw.  "Don't think that they work like that.  Might give it a little sting, but I'd wager if it wants to snatch one of us, it's going to do just that."   Hermione groaned.  "Swell."   They both peeked around the tree, Base Camp was a flurry of activity.  Obviously, they knew what was going on.  Hermione and Bill were still out there... the beast was effectively trapping them from safety.   "We can pick our way around the other side of the camp? Come in from the other end?"  Bill nodded he was thinking the same thing.  "I think that's our only option."   They both moved and froze when a bolt of blue fire wizzed by their heads.  Hermione's eyes shut and Bill had pressed himself over her to shield her as best he could.  They were in trouble.   It was then, that out of the sky they heard the unmistakable sound of a dragon's cry from high above.   Hermione's eyes popped open, she and Bill both risked a peek around the tree and she let out a whoosh of breath she'd not been aware she was holding.  A tremulous smile curled at the corner of her lips.  She glanced at Bill and uttered one word.   His name.  "Charlie.."   He was here.  

Alright, I'm gonna try to keep these as short as possible, so as to avoid rambling. Let me start first by saying I'm not Axl Rose, and I don't own any of his pictures. I, as well as my character, have nothing to do with the man.Now, moving on...:)1. Limited sexual content. That shit ain't what I'm here for.2. I'm a Multi-para/Novella roleplayer. I don't really dig oneliners all too much, if I'm being totally honest.3. Please don't take my pictures or storyline; I'll love you forever if you refrain from such a thing.4. If we're gonna discuss a story, don't leave the whole thing up to me. Joint efforts are much more appreciated.5. I don't expect perfect spelling and grammar, I just need to be able to understand the points you're trying to make.Painless, right?I hope. So, you should sign these...And put your favorite band in your signature. I'd love you forever, once again.:)-Mitch Breland.

Raw, NXT & SmackDown - looks like shows will be held back due to inactivity from half the roster but I will keep everyone updated Michael Cole - the new director of GTA 3 is calling a hiatus as the show will be on hiatus for some time and Saint Rows will soon be making beig debut OVW - big news over on myspace a new OVW has begun and also set to appear on the show for august 18 are Brett DiBiase, Justin Gabriel and Dolph Ziggler

Before roleplaying with me, we need to go through some guidelines/rules or however you wanna call it. I know it's a lot of reading, but this is important. PLEASE take a moment of your time to read this.FRIEND REQUESTS:Once being accepted, it will be because I trust you or if I know you in OOC. There might be times I accidentally add/accept you. If that happens, then I'll delete you right after I realize I added or been accepted by someone. Most of the time I am pretty careful on who I add though. If I do add you and if I don't know you, I will probably give our roleplay a try.  If I had you on my friends list for a while and all of the sudden if I'm not on your friends list, there probably was a reason why. It probably won't be because of the number problem. I actually don't mind being a number. But if I ever did delete you, it'll be because you did something that I don't like or got me really annoyed. There are also many of other reasons why I would delete someone, so if you don't want to be deleted off of my friends list, you would follow my rules. If I ever do go on a deleting spree, all of my mains are safe! They should know who they are!  PHOTOS: I edit all of my photos on photoshop/photofiltre. Before I even had these programs on my computer, I've been using the online photo editors. If you ever want the link where I got the photoshop/photofiltre from, feel free to ask. I don't mind giving it to you, but it might take a while to find the link for it since I have one of them saved somewhere and the other link I don't have saved, but mostly know where to find it. Either that or google it or buy the photoshop. DO NOT STEAL MY PICTURES! Yes, I'm aware that I found them on the internet, but if you want a certain picture, PLEASE ASK! I edit them and then put a tag on them. If I find out that anyone stole a photo of mine that I uploaded, then I'll delete you. If you want one of my edits, feel free to ask. I don't mind making one or a few for you. If you asked and keep hounding me to make it for you right away, then I'll just say forget it. I'm not going to even bother making one for you. It'll be because you're pressuring me and I might not feel like making you a photo at that time. If I say I'll make you a photo, I will mean I will make you a photo. BUT if it does take like a month or more than that for me to edit one for you I don't mind you asking again because I could have forgotten to make you one. If there's a certain photo you want me to edit for you, send me the photo. If you have read this far, please tell me what your favourite TV show is, in the comments below.  MAINS:I do have a group for Grey's Anatomy, Charmed, General Hospital, One Life to Live, etc... It all depends on what I'm roleplaying and where I put these rules on, which will be mostly on all of my pages/accounts, since I'm trying to make this for all of them. I will not accept more than one of each character as my mains. If I do, then I have my own reason why and I will not explain why.  STORYLINE:Please message me before starting a storyline. Just because I roleplay from a show, doesn't mean I follow it. Just like my Starr Manning account, I do follow the show, but not all of it. I have another Starr Manning account that I don't even follow the show at all and I make my own storylines. Most of the time, I don't follow the show and the other time I do. It depends on if I like the storyline on the show or not. If the show that I roleplay from is done and not making new ones, then I will make up my own storylines simple as that. Just because the show is done, doesn't mean you can't roleplay them anymore, right? If my character is original, then I most likely won't follow the show, because well, they're original. In some cases, some of my characters aren't from shows. IMPORTANT DETAILS:Please try to use good grammar. I hate when people can't use good grammar and when I'm trying to get to replies, I can't even do them because people doesn't use it. Put some effort into your replies/messages or whatever you're doing for me to read. So please try to do the best you can. I get that you could make a mistake, and that's okay. Before sending out a reply, read over it and correct any corrections you need to do. Please, please, PLEASE do not use text talk. I absolutely hate it! Sorry, but most of the time when people talks like that, I don't really understand it. There are times people says something to me and I have to ask them what that means. It's mostly because I never heard of those certain text talk before so I have to ask what they mean. If you send a starter, it has to be three to four paragraphs. After that, I at least want Para. No semi-para but para. So, let's say each paragraph has to be five to eight sentences in them, depending on how big they are. If you want to add more, then do it. I don't really care. As long as it's para plus, I'm happy. But I WILL NOT ACCEPT NOVELLA! It's way too much for me. I'm normally a multi-para not novella. All though, there are times I write and can't stop writing. It happens. DO NOT GOD-MODE MY CHARACTER! I don't like it when people control my characters. If I find that someone controls my character, then I'll stop roleplaying with you and delete you off of my friends list. If I ever let someone to god-mode, it'll be only to my characters love interest. But that'll rarely happen though because I like to control my own character. If I have a love interest for my character, that person will be my love interest for the time being and mostly will also be my characters love interest. So, if my character is single, doesn't mean he/she is available. It'll probably mean they have a love interest already, but haven't yet admitted their feelings. If my character is taken then my character will not cheat on the love interest. My characters aren't cheaters unless if it was for a storyline that I'm doing. When it comes to messages and comments, I don't care where we discuss storylines or just to talk. Preferably in messages though because people may want to snoop into our OOC talk, I don't want that. Roleplaying is only for comments. I don't really care if people see that since I have nothing to hide. It's only roleplaying anyway. I do allow drugs, violence, raping. As long as it's in our storyline, I will allow it. If it gets to far, I will say something. I don't want people to be raping my character all the time though. Especially since if it's a character who is giving their body away for the other person to use however they want to use it for. Again, if it gets out of hand, I will message you about it. You do need to message and discuss it with me first before deciding to rap my character. Otherwise, I will say something or won't answer back, possibly delete you off of my list as well.  OOC:If I'm not around, then it'll mostly be because real life is calling me and I must go to it. It's way more important than being on here all the time. If something ever comes up in real life, I have to go to it, meaning I won't be on all the time and it could be possible I might be taking a hiatus break. When it comes to replies, please wait. I get that most of you want to roleplay with active roleplayers. Honestly, active roleplayers, doesn't mean that you reply to them in the next couple of days or sooner. Being on the profile every day or close to everyday means active. If I say I'll get to replies, obviously means I'll get to replies. It will take time because most of the time I'm just lazy to get to the replies. Lately, I've been pretty good with the replies, depending on who I'm roleplaying on and maybe with. If you have read this far, please tell me  which horror movie is your favorite (if you do not have a favorite horror movie then tell me who your favorite Disney character is) below.  Please do not bug me for replies. I'll get to them when I feel like it and I know you'll do the same so as long as you don't have a problem with me not replying quick enough or that day, we'll be fine. I'll most likely reply in a few days anyway. I understand that a lot of roleplayers just doesn't have one profile/account. If that's the case, please try to be on your character who is connected with my character at least a few times a week or maybe once every week. It doesn't matter if you reply to me or not. I'm very patient when it comes to replies. Go ask a few people who I roleplay with. I'm sure they'll tell you how patient I am when it comes to that. Just as you guys know, this isn't my only roleplaying account. I have lots more, mainly because I'm this nice person who does favors for people and/or if I feel like making another. I do try to come on everyday to check up on stuff. If not every day, then a few times a week. It depends on what's going on and how busy I am. If I am extremely busy, I will notify everyone through messages, comments, the stream statuses, and/or through bulletins. PLEASE REMEMBER THERE ARE TWO HIDDEN THINGS IN THE RULES. I'LL KNOW IF YOU READ MY RULES OR NOT!It is possible that I will update this. ;)

LE TORTURÉ BELLATRIX BLACK || BLACK HEARTED   Darkness was only interrupted by shadows cast by fluttering flames in the fireplace. A dark haired witch sat in solitary silence, the only sound coming from those very same fluttering flames. The crackling sound did nothing to break the concentration of the witch. Her long nails rapped over the wooden armrest of her chair, scratching the surface over and over.    Waiting. She was waiting with bated breath for word from her Master. Word that he had succeeded. It was the thirty-first of October 1981 and he had gone after Harry Potter in an attempt to defeat a prophecy.  She’d suggested in front of her peers to go with him.  'You dare question my ability?' "Of course not. Never my Lord." And she had shrunk back into herself.  She'd nearly begged behind closed doors.    "I just do not think it wise, my Lord." Robes fluttering around her frame as she followed behind him, just a few feet, paying no mind to the snake that seemed to try to trip her up. "What if this is a trap?"  'While I value your loyalty, Bellatrix, do not doubt my willingness to kill you as well if you interfere.' Doubt him, she dared not. She had been on the receiving end of his wand and his curses before. As his protege, she had learned early not to disappoint, not to defy or she would suffer the consequences.    A some point hours later in the dark of the night, she had risen from her chair, pacing the perimeter of her sitting room. Her heels added to the sound of the crackling fire, but still the room was silent otherwise. And then she froze, the tapping of her feet silenced. She felt it. She felt it as a physical pain. She felt it as if it were her own body, her own soul with which was being torn apart. There was a shift in the air, she could feel it. The way the hairs raised on the back of her neck. It was as if the balance of energy had changed in the width of a second.   She thrived in the darkness and the powerful energy she could always feel as if it were a second skin - the power of her Lord. But suddenly.... suddenly it was not there.  She stood in frozen silence, searching desperately for anything... anything that would convince her she was wrong... that he wasn't gone.  But, his energy was just gone. Vanished. As if he had vanished.  Her mind reeled at the thought.  No, that couldn't be. He couldn't be gone. It wasn't possible. A baby? A bloody baby could not possibly be his downfall. He was stronger than this, this prophecy, this infant. He was the most powerful wizard she knew. His power put hers to shame and by Merlin's blood she was a force to be reckoned with.    Her silently racing mind was interrupted by the sound of her husband's voice.  'Bella... what is it, my love?' But the look she turned on him was dangerous, icy blue eyes turned to molten steel in the oncoming rage. How could he not feel it too? The absence in the air? She was torn between sobbing and screaming. But no, crying was weakness and she was not weak and so she did the only other thing that felt natural to her.  "Crucio!" to Rodolphus's credit he was able to stand the damaging curse for far longer than most, he having grown used to the only way his wife knew to cope. That didn't mean Bellarix let up any sooner than his knees hit the ground though, stalking towards her husband as a mountain lion would a fawn it intended to make dinner.    She knelt in front of him, coming nose to nose with Rodolphus as he panted, trying to regain his breath. "He is gone you fool, don't you feel it?" It was little more than a whisper, but her anger and distress filled each word.  She was on her feet again before Rodolphus even had time to put the pieces of the puzzle together. Bellatrix hurled herself across the room, throwing open windows that had seen many lifetimes of Lestrange family members. She leaned out of the third story window and for a split second her husband thought she meant to kill her self and he wouldn't put it past her in her state of obvious distress. Just as her wand raised to the sky, painted lips shouting "Morsmorde" skyward, Rodolphus dragged her back from the window by her waist.    "No!" She shouted, throwing her head back - smirking as the sound of crunching cartilage sounded in her ears, his grip on her instantly loosening. She turned, momentarily distracted from her distress to see blood falling down Rodolphus's face despite his attempt to wipe it away. "Such a shame." She muttered , wiping at the crimson liquid herself, before darting back towards the window to watch the green snake and skull crawl its way across the sky. She would find the Dark Lord if she had to torture the information out of every last auror herself.     “Morsmorde.”   CREDIT: JAMES KRIET     LE TORTURÉ - part 2 BELLATRIX BLACK || BLACK HEARTED Cowards. The lot of them. Lucius Malfoy. Evan Rosier. The list could go on. Barty and Rabastan had been the only ones to join Bellatrix and Rodolphus. Only two other people had answered her call. Well, they’d have to deal with the wrath of their master when he returned.    Over forty-eight hours had passed. No word from the Dark Lord. No further information. Though they had managed to secure one Frank Longbottom. Bellatrix had thought that surely  Frank would have information as to the Dark Lord’s sudden disappearance. After all the Longbottom child had been the other possibility to the prophecy her master went in search of defeating. But despite their best efforts, despite Bella’s best efforts, Frank had remained tight lipped and refused to give anything away. Even his mind was full of promises of not knowing anything. Lies! Bellatrix knew they were, they just had to be.    Frank had long since become quiet. No more screams, barely a whimper really in the face of even Rabastan or Rodolphus’s worst Cruciatus. Bellatrix had become bored with him not long after his screams subsided. What fun was torturing someone if they didn’t react? If all they did was whimper like a newborn kitten? No fun, and a waste of energy.    So, she’d left. Frank might have kept his mouth shut, but would the wife? With a little baby at home? Babies… Disgusting, crying, annoying… they were useless and she certainly didn’t want a child. Though for a short time she might have began to convince herself otherwise, until just like that it was gone. Just like her mind. Just any sense of right and wrong as she appeared with a pop at the end of a dark street.    The houses were all lined in neat little rows, all the windows darkened except for a few through which you could see the flickering of a fireplace’s flame. Such simplicity. Disgusting she thought as she slowly moved down the street.    The feline like grace with which she moved leant to the silence that she moved in, unnoticed, towards the Longbottom house, all the way down the street and to the end of the walkway where she paused. A muttered utterance under her breath, an anti-disapparation jinx to keep her prey where she wanted, and then she was on the move again. Up the walk way, just as quietly. A single light shown dimly from a room in the upstairs, drawing Bella’s attention up to it for a fraction of a second before she turned her attention to the door. Three quick rasps upon the hard wood, polite almost, as if waiting to be accepted in, as if anyone would allow Bellatrix Lestrange into their home.   “Oh Alice!” She shouted, her voice carrying a sing-song lilt as she taunted the younger woman, “Let me in, I promise not to bite.” Though she didn’t promise not to main or grievously injure.    She waited for the width of a breath, two or three ticks on a clock, before blasting her way into the home. "I guess with force it is!" She called as she stepped into the house. A glance around showed her an empty, but quaint living area. Icy eyes turned towards the stairs that lead up the far wall, she had seen a light in the upstairs room after all. “Ohh, Alice. Come out, come out wherever you are.” She called.   A clack followed by another, her feet announcing her slow movements across the room. She rolled her head, smirking as her neck cracked once or twice. A light glinting off of a knick knack  as she passed it caught her eye and without a second thought she swiped it to the ground, chuckling as the glass fell and shattered. She kicked at the mess before stepping over it. The sound of a baby’s cry drew her focus once more to the stair case.  “Hush little baby, don't say a word.”   “Oh, a little baby.” Of course she knew it’d be there, probably. Neville Longbottom the other baby boy born in the month of June. Of course he’d be with his mother. She heard feet hurry down the hallway, away from the stairs and towards what Bellatrix could only assume to be the room that belonged to the source of the crying.  “Mummy dearest!” She took the steps two at a time, throwing herself around the banister, wand at the ready. But the hallway was empty, all the doors closed, not that there were many. The first she kicked in showed a bathroom, the banging sound the door made inciting the infant to cry again.    “Hush little baby, don’t say a word…” She hummed, turning to the door across the hallway.    Long fingers reached out to turn the knob, pushing the door open at the same time she flew herself across the doorway. She was not stupid. Alice was a trained Auror, protecting a child, she was not going to come easy. And not easy Alice proved herself to be, a hex thrown a jinx quickly following, but Bellatrix blocked them with ease, stepping back into the doorway.    “Bella’s gonna buy you a mockingbird.” She taunted, blocking and parrying each of Alice’s thrown spells. “You should have disapparated away.” Bella teased before letting out a cackle and throwing another jinx at the woman. “Oh you can’t.” She spoke followed by “Incarserus!” The glint of glee that graced her face when out of no where ropes appeared and trapped Alice was unmatched. She knew she’d won, the younger witch toppling under the weight of the jinx, so she moved into the room. “I’ve trained with the Dark Lord since I was barely a woman… did you really think you could win?” She asked, kicking the toppled woman as she approached the crib Alice’d been valiantly defending. “Ickle bitty baby. Look at you now… Sorry chap, gonna take your mummy for a little talk. Just a girl talk.”    She turned back to the woman, rolling her eyes at the sobbing and begging the younger witch was doing. “Oh, I’ll leave the baby alone.” Bella muttered, crouching down to be closer to eye level with the woman, “He doesn’t have the answers I seek.” She shrugged. “Silencio.” She snapped momentarily annoyed by Alice’s begging. “Now, don’t move too much, wouldn’t want to splinch an arm off or worse… your head.”    ————— They arrived back at Lestrange Manor where Bellatrix unceremoniously dropped Alice on the hard granite floor of the ballroom. “Incisura.” The raved haired witch spoke, slicing the ropes that bound Alice. She was quick to retrieve the other’s wand, snapping it and throwing it to the side.    “Now, we can do this the easy way…” She stepped back, one foot then the other, ignoring the sets of eyes that were on her now. “Or the hard way… Crucio!” She wouldn’t leave the hard way to the imagination. She’d just get right to it. She let the screams go on for just a handful of seconds, long enough to appreciate the tone of Alice’s wails of pain, appreciate the way her body bowed before the curse, curling around herself.    “Now where is the Dark Lord!” She demanded, glaring at the defiance the woman showed by pushing herself into a seated position, but remaining tight lipped.    “Crucio!” She shouted, wand aimed directly at Alice. A smirk spread across her features as Alice tried unsuccessfully to giving Bellatrix the satisfaction of knowing her curse hurt. The scream that emitted from Alice’s mouth bounced around the room creating a sort of symphony for the off-her-rocker witch. She dragged the curse on for several long moments, reveling in the screams and eventually the contortion of Alice’s body. She contorted in unnatural ways, her muscles and tendons trying to flee from the searing pain, a pain brought on by the intensity of Bellatrix’s anger at the loss of her master.    “Do you have an answer now?” Bella shrieked, dropping her wand hand for only a moment to allow the woman the barest of chances to answer.    “I… I don’t know.” Came the whispered reply.   But the answer was not what Bellatrix wanted. “LIES! Crucio!”      CREDIT: JAMES KRIET   LE TORTURÉ - Part 3 BELLATRIX BLACK || BLACK HEARTED The darkness of night had given rise to a new day. Sunlight streamed through the windows of the grand ballroom - a ballroom never used any longer for its intended purpose - of Lestrange Manor. Bellatrix paced the perimeter of the room, her chest heaving as she drew in deep heavy breaths. Alice Longbottom lay near motionless in a crumpled heap in the middle of the room.  “She has to know.” It was whispered under the raven haired witch’s breath. “She has to. They did something. They did something to him.” She carried on in the same fashion for another several minutes, talking to herself. She hadn’t slept more than an hour or two since the Dark Lord had disappeared.  Alice whimpered, drawing Bellatrix’s attention back to her. Bella watched as Alice moved, rolling over to her back before becoming still again, the only sign of life being the rise and fall of her chest. A scowl came over her face and she stalked towards the younger witch, coming to a stop a handful of centimeters from Alice and staring down at her.  “Now, Alice… You’ve chosen the hard way, would you like to do this the easy way?” She paused for a moment, looking down at the woman. “If you did not do anything, what did the Aurors do with the Dark Lord?”  When Alice did not answer her, Bellatrix screeched in anger. In an instant she was atop the woman, dagger pulled from somewhere within her skirts. “Tell me!” She bellowed, nose to nose with Alice, dagger digging into the flesh of her cheek. Alice still did not speak, closing her eyes and letting out the smallest of whimpers. All the lack of response did was to further enrage the deranged witch causing her to press the dagger into the woman’s flesh harder, drawing the blade down to watch a thin red line blossom against the otherwise pale cheek, laughing as the whimper became a cry. “Such a pity.” Bella seethed in little more than a whisper. “Such pretty pure blood put to such traitorous waste!” The dagger was dropped beside Alice’s head, Bella’s index finger moving to wipe through the blood as it pooled and spilled down Alice’s cheek.  Bella pushed off of the woman, standing back to her feet, her dagger left forgotten as she paced back across the room. Where was he? How did Frank and Alice not know? They had to know something. Apparently they didn’t call their lives, yes that must be it. They just didn’t care about their lives. Or they cared too much for their stupid cause, a pitiful and sad cause. For there was no greater cause than that of purifying the Wizarding race.     “Such pretty pure blood put to such traitorous waste.” She returned to Alice’s side a moment later. “Get up.” She demanded, waiting for a fraction of a second before moving to grab the woman by her hair. She yanked the woman up, dragging her body into a kneeling position, caring not for the hair that came away in her hands. “I said get up!” She screeched, loosing the woman’s hair and stepped away from her.  The raven haired witch watched as the woman swayed, but somehow managed to stay upright. “Last chance…” Bellatrix muttered, bringing her wand to rest in long fingers. “Tell me what you know?!”  The truth was, Bellatrix knew the woman didn’t know anything. Invading her mind hours before, before she’d become little more than a heap of skin and bones like her husband. She didn’t want to admit it though. There could only be one answer for the fleeting promises of not knowing going through the woman’s mind when Bellatrix delved deep into the all too innocent mind and that answer was that she just had to be lying, even to herself. Alice Longbottom knew something and she was working hard to make sure Bellatrix didn’t find out.  “Fine!” Bellatrix snapped. “Incisura.” She muttered the jinx, watching as a fresh line of vibrant red spear across Alice’s face. “Incisura!” She slashed down with her wand, relishing in the scream it elicited as a cut dragged down Alice’s arm, spilling blood in its wake. The woman crumpled against the floor again and Bella screeched. “CRUCIO!” If the woman couldn’t stay upright, then the Cruciatus Curse it was. The curse dragged on, Bellatrix’s concentration and hatred raised high and pointed solely at Alice Longbottom. The curse dragged on even as the woman became still and she stopped making any noise, her mouth stretched as far as it would allow in a silent scream.  Rodolphus burst into the room, having left his wife be the entirety of the night. ’Bella, Aurors are here. We have to go.’ But Bellatrix refused to let her concentration waver. Bella, c’mon.’ He demanded, grabbing her by her arm and tugging at her.  She lost concentration and turned her hateful eyes on her husband. ”Then let them take me. My Lord will come for me and he will praise my efforts!” She proclaimed, for what did she have if not her Lord? In her mind, nothing.     CREDIT: JAMES KRIET     Lies She tells herself BELLATRIX BLACK || BLACK HEARTED p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #000000} p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #000000; min-height: 13.0px} p.p3 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #000000; min-height: 12.0px} span.s1 {font-kerning: none} I don’t care. She’s nothing to me. A blood traitor. Selfish really. Burn her off the tapestry, see if I care.   Lies that were told. To Aunt Wulburga. To Father. To Narcissa. To her husband - Rodolphus. Even to herself. Lies that were told in the wake of her sister running away with mudblood Ted Tonks.    I didn’t want it anyway. It was only a hinderance. I’m glad it’s gone.   Lies that were told. To her sister - the only one she spoke to anymore. To her husband - though she could tell her words hurt him. To her master - afraid he’d viewed her as anything but the warrior he trained her to be. To herself. Lies that were told in the wake of her miscarriage - a child she had never wanted but found herself oddly attached to as she had begun to feel it tossing and turning in her stomach.    ————— Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black was anything but motherly. She was a figurehead in the Dark Lord’s army. She was a warrior known for her ruthlessness. She was dark and dangerous and a force to be reckoned with.  She was not motherly. She was not caring.    Only she knew the truth. Only she knew what went through her head the night she watched with an emotionless mask as her sister - her dear little sister Andi - had been burned off the Black Family Tapestry. She hadn’t let Aunt Wulburga or Father or Cissy see the tears welling in the corner of her eyes. She wouldn’t let them see that weakness. She would show no weakness.    But it was that night that her husband and she had spent long hours duelling against each other. Rodolphus not wanting to broach the subject of his wife’s upset, but also knowing exactly what had caused it. They both knew what fueled the depth of her hexes and jinxes, what fueled the pain in her Cruciatus Curse. And for his wife, he’d take the pain, if it’d take away some of hers.  She’d turned darker that night. Less caring. More focused on the Dark Lord’s cause.    I don’t care. She’d a blood traitor. Serves her right for running off with a filthy mudblood. Rodolphus knew better.   It was near a month later that she had told him, told Rodolphus, that she was pregnant. He could see the sneer on her face, but the slight bit of light that had returned to her eyes told him she wasn’t as disgusted at the prospect as she tried to pretend to be.      “I don't care." p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #000000} p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #000000; min-height: 12.0px} span.s1 {font-kerning: none} But he couldn’t keep her down. She was out nearly every night doing the Dark Lord’s bidding. Fighting for his cause. And Rodolphus followed her, trying his best to keep his wife and child safe without Bellatrix noticing he was doing so. He knew she’d be upset. She was and always had been an independent woman.    Bellatrix had made an exclamation late one night, yelling for Rodolphus to ‘come feel this’ and he’d found her with her robes pulled up exposing the growing bump at her midsection. Rodolphus couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face at the scene. His dark and uncaring wife showing a bit of elation at the movement of their child. It was then that he knew, Bella could lie all she wanted, but she wanted that child. At least a part of her did.    But fate didn’t work that way. Bellatrix didn’t notice as the child slowly stopped moving within her belly, to busy focusing on purification of the wizarding race. She didn’t notice when the movement stopped all together. She didn’t notice until she woke in a pool of her own blood and cried out. She didn’t think about it until the Mediwitch Rodolphus had called for had asked her. ‘I’m sorry, Mister, Madame Lestrange I can’t save it.’    Rodolphus had sent for Narcissa, unsure how to help his wife in this time. I didn’t want it anyway. He’s heard through the door to his and Bella’s room.    She was a little more lost after that night. A little more impulsive. She stayed out all hours of the night, reveling in the pain and agony she put on others. When she was home she insisted on dueling, dueling until they were both drenched in their own sweat and more often than not Rodolphus’s whole body felt as if he’d been run over my a muggle bus. He knew he’d lost her that night, knew there was no more hope left in his wife. He knew he’d lost her that night.   I didn’t want it anyway. Just a hindrance, that’s what children are. Bloody annoying with their crying and whining. But Rodolphus knew the truth. He’d seen the light in her eyes when she felt the baby move for the first time.     CREDIT: JAMES KRIET   Roses Painted Redpart 1 BELLATRIX BLACK || Evan RosierBlack Hearted || -Rosier;   Her Master’s voice carried over the hushed gathering of people, death eaters who for the most part stared at the long table that stretched between them, except Bellatrix. Bellatrix’s eyes were glued to the Dark Lord, drinking in his every word as she hung off of it. His word was gospel to the witch. Even after spending fifteen years of her life in Azkaban for following the man, she’d revere him as the god he was. They were released, dismissed and just as Bellatrix stood to either disappear from the house or to follow her Lord (she wasn’t quite sure yet) her eyes fell on her little cousin - Evan. He looked worse for wear, not as bad as she did. Fifteen years hiding in the United States, making a life for oneself would do that when the alternative was a life sentence with soul sucking dementors at Azkaban. “Where’s that little sister of yours?” She questioned, stalking towards her prey once those that didn’t belong had disappeared now they were dismissed. Her wand was in her hand before Evan could speak a word, the tip of the curved piece of wood digging into the skin of his neck. “Did she finally run away? Blood traitor. Or is she dead?” Years ago, she’d have backed off of the Rosier cousin with just a look from her sister. She’d clung to her relationship with Narcissa after Andromeda had run off with Ted, but fifteen years later she no longer cared enough to even check if Cissy was watching. The calmness written over Evan’s face didn’t fool the elder witch. She could see his pulse pick up as it beat against the tip of her wand, see the bobbing of his adam’s apple as he swallowed hard. ‘I don’t know.’ Dark eyes met topaz as she leaned her head to the side, delving into his mind without warning. “Where's that little sister of yours?" What she saw caused a cackle, dropping her wand hand and turning to walk away. “Oh she is a blood traitor!” She turned continuously, wand tapping against her cheek. “Oh Evan, dearest little cousin…” ‘She’s not a…’ But she held a hand up, stopping her spinning, when he interrupted her. “Shhh.. sh… You should have pruned that bad branch along time ago. Should’ve let Daddy kill her for sneaking off with that blood traitor. She deserved what she got.” She spat, dodging a hex thrown her way with a childish gasp. “You think you can win, Rosier?” She giggled, deflecting a curse. “He trained me himself! Crucio!” Her giggle grew to a cackle as Evan’s wand fell from his grasp and he fell to his knees. “You always were weak.” She mocked as her eyes danced with an insane glee. “Don’t worry about pretty little Rosier.” She spoke, dropping the curse as Narcissa burst through the door to see what the ruckus was, “I’m just leaving. I have business to attend to in France.” And with that she was gone  in a puff of black smoke. -TBC-   CREDIT: JAMES KRIET   The path to insanity BELLATRIX BLACK || Black Hearted Interest - the state of wanting to know or learn about something or someone. It started out innocent - well as innocent as Bellatrix Black could be considered. An interest in a mysterious man. A great wizard who she often overheard Father and Lestrange Sr. talk about. She’d spent countless hours sitting outside Father’s office, eavesdropping until she’d eventually be shooed away by Mother or Father. That conversation was not appropriate for a proper pureblood girl. Not that she’d ever been proper by any means of the definition. She’d been fifteen when she’d met him. She’d been in the middle of a fight with her mother, Druella again having found her outside of Father’s office had grabbed her arm and dragged her away from the door. “But I want to learn the Dark Arts.” She had raised her voice, stamping her foot in a teenaged fit. “Pureblood girls have no place learning the Dark Arts.” Druella’s voice was calm and collected and that only served to ignite the ever present anger in her daughter further. Bellatrix had been about to say something, to angrily retort, when a man and her father made their way into the room as well. She froze, dark eyes wide, mouth frozen where her words were supposed to begin. Her mother stared at her for a moment before turning to find the Dark Lord and Cygnus, two silent observers. “My Lord.” Came Bella’s whispered voice, bowing her head because even at fifteen years old she knew this man was to be respected. That was the night interest turned to devotion. Devotion - love, loyalty, or enthusiasm for a person, activity, or cause. Devotion to a man she’d only ever seen once, but whom she’d listened to on several occasions. His thoughts and goals, weren’t they what her parents drilled into her head anyway? Blood purity and power? She’d use her title of Prefect and in her seventh year - Head Girl - to sneak into the restricted section of the Hogwarts library. She’d read every book about the dark arts that she could get her hands on. And when on holiday, she’d steal books from Father’s library. Her father had stopped trying to quell her interest, giving up in the face of his daughter’s persistence. She didn’t know why, but she didn’t question him. Her mother had thought that forcing Bellatrix to focus on her impending wedding would lure her away from these dark fancies. It hadn’t worked, if anything pushing her further from her mother’s wants. At seventeen, no longer traced and watched as heavily by the Ministry, she began to practice those Unforgivable Curses she’d only read about. The power they gave her thrilled her, turning them on her betrothed brought a glint to her eye never before seen in the young witch’s eye. It had been Rodolphus, three years her senior, who’d introduce her formally to the Dark Lord. It would be Rodolphus who later regretted that decision as devotion to an unknown man turned to obsession to a man and cause she’d die for. Interest. Devotion. Obsession. Madness. Insanity. Obsession - an idea or thought that continually preoccupies or intrudes on a person's mind. Her obsession had grown from a childish interest in a handful of years and was only solidified when he took her under his wing to properly train her. She had potential and it was recognized. Recognized by the only one that truly mattered to the young witch. Obsession ensured she received her dark mark before she became a Lestrange. It wasn’t something she’d let Rodolphus potentially take away from her, she wouldn’t let anyone stand in her way. Obsession only festered at the loss of her sister, Andromeda who’d run off with a mud blood, Andromeda whom she’d been so close to. It grew as hours were spent hanging off his every word, at home when she wasn’t in his presence, and steadfastly when she was. Obsession boiled when she’d lost the one thing she refused to admit she might have wanted other than the Dark Lord’s attention. Blistered in the days and weeks afterward in an attempt to throw a worried husband off. And putrified when it happened again. It would turn to madness  in the absence of her obsession. Madness - a state of frenzied or chaotic activity | the state of being mentally ill, especially severely. Obsession had turned to madness that night he’d gone after the Potter boy. The night she felt his very aura ripped away from the world. She’d screamed as if it were here own body that had been banished from this world. Madness had sent her on a mission to find him. It was impossible that he was gone. There wasn’t a way and someone had to know where he was. She’d free him. She had to. But when leads led no where, when torture didn’t yield her answers, she found herself before the Ministry. “Lock me away! He’ll come for me!” She’d shouted defiantly. “He’ll free me, his most loyal! And when he does you will all be sorry.” She’d spend the next fifteen years of her life in a state of constant madness as memories were ripped from her soul. Childhood memories forgotten. Love for her sister(s) forgotten. Pain forgotten. Happiness forgotten. The only memories she clung to were those of her master, of the Dark Lord. When she was freed, as she knew she would be, fifteen years later madness had turned the page to insanity.Insanity - the state of being seriously mentally ill; madness.   CREDIT: JAMES KRIET    

The Location: Bed-Stuy, New York; apartment of Clint Barton   Clint rubs his fingertips across his temples as he falls backward into a chair, then lowers his hands back to his lap, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. His head was throbbing. The past twenty four hours had been a hell of an ordeal and his body was feeling the bumps and bruises of it. He hurt in places he had forgotten existed on his body...especially his head. A thrown bottle upside the head that connects has that affect on a person. At least he had made a friend. A loyal one it appeared from what had happened earlier in the evening. Arrow. That was his name and he had saved Clint's ass in a way that most human's wouldn't have. For that reason, he had a home at Clint's place as long as he needed or wanted it.   He couldn't help but think how funny life can be sometimes. Things that he thought were dead and gone seemed to be popping up all over this new world. Old friends, old habits, people checking in on him, and people causing static. What was he to do? Show his mettle and pull a Pinky and the Brain routine? Get a sidekick again? Pull a yearlong drunk? Hell, maybe even adopt a dog? So many choices were before him, especially while he waited to be rescued and took back to his home world. The question was..did he want that now? The longer he stayed here, the more he called it home. Sure, he knew he was gone for weeks on end at times but it didn't mean he didn't think of those at home almost every day. He missed them. He missed them in a way that most could never comprehend. It was what it was though and his work kept him away for longer periods of time that he would like. He had to keep going though. Partly for his own sanity but mostly for those that depended on him. Yet, he had found recently that what made him feel like himself was the one thing he was missing in his life. The adventure, the purple suit, his friends and those he looked at at times as closer than his own family. His home away from home.   Clint spoke silently as his mind drifted off to a special place, a hilltop that visited quite often at one time in his life. He thought of something a close friend and confidant once told him.   'How do you live if your ruled by your past but how do you let go of a past that helped mold you?'     It was a question he asked himself over and over for the past few years. There wasn't a definite answer in his mind until the past few days. It was like someone finally pulled his cord and the light bulb came on over his head. He finally understood. Most of all, he 'got it'.   He didn't have to change who his was despite what others thought. He didn't have to be with the in crowd. He didn't have to fall in love to be loved by those that really mattered to him. He didn't have to go out of his way to make someone smile or say hi. Quite honestly, he finally came to the conclusion that he didn't have to give a shit about anyone that didn't deserve his time. Which was hard to come by to begin with.   Slowly, he sit up and made his way to his feet, making his way over to a panel on the wall in his rooftop apartment. For a very long time, he hadn't put on the suit, opting instead to be Clint Barton instead of Hawkeye. With a smile erupting on his face, he pushed a small hidden switch on the wall and watched as a sliding wall panel slid open. Inside hung the purple costume the world knew as Hawkeye, along with all of his bows and specialized arrows. He reached for his bow and took it into the palm of his right hand, gripping it as if his life was renewed.   Once again, he spoke in light voice as Arrow looked over at him and barked happily.   "Oh come on...you think I'd have an Arrow flying around this place if I didn't have my bow again?"

Aphrodite had taken Melia from Creed's ship while they slept. She now had Melia chained in a secret location to avoid her escaping, or Creed coming to take her away again.

Welcome to my Roleplay page. Whether you sent me a friend request or not, it doesn't matter. You're here, and we're talking. I think that about covers it, right? � DISCLAIMER: I am not Gabriel Macht or the Late Paul William Walker IV. Nor do I claim to be him in any way, shape, or form. I am only using him as a playby for Roleplay purposes only. DO NOT ask me if I am him! 1. Use of Proper Grammar and Spelling is strongly advised. If there is some difficulty, a dictionary is used. No chatspeak is acceptable. If you use it OOC, that's fine, but if it's in roleplay, I'll issue you a warning and a request to fix your starter or reply, but you get one warning only. 2. To the Female Roleplayers who I share storylines with. Should our storyline involve sexual activity, and you feel offended, feel free to inform me, and your concern will be brought to my attention.Your needs and concerns are MY Priority. 3. I am an original character based off of Gabriel Macht's character from SWAT: Firefight, but that does not mean that I won't allow roleplayers of different games, films,�or whatever have you to add me. I am adaptable to all storylines(except vampires) and I will bring life into our storyline, regardless of genre/universe, to the best of my ability. 4. Those who think that god mode is tolerated, can delete me now. God mode is stupid, and is unacceptable.No one here are 'Gods', so it's pointless. Plus it's considered as not roleplaying fair, so it's best that you reconsider before adding me. � 5. For ALL Roleplayers. Roleplay is strictly for roleplay purposes only. I will NOT tolerate drama that goes on in real life. Roleplay is commonly used to escape reality, because we've all got lives of our own, and we've our own problems, . Those who fail to comply will suffer extreme consequences. 6. I Roleplay in Messages or comments, so whichever's your style, I can perform to it. 7.Now this is Addressed to you all. Captain Cutler is a fictional character. He is a fictional character created by me. Those who think that you are the real character, are idiots, and are encouraged to kill yourselves. If you require assistance for that, That can be arranged.. 8. Another request. During roleplay, at least act like you are enjoying yourself during our storyline. Any comments or concerns about MY Style of roleplay will only be tolerated if it is positive. Anything EXTREMELY negative is unnacceptable. 9.To all who send a friend request. If you request, a starter required to go with it, but it does not have to be immediate. However, if I send the friend request, one will be sent shortly. 10. I address this to those who wish to change character. If you change during a storyline, I have no choice but to delete you. Sorry, but that'd mean I'd have to change our original storyline. However, if you change before we share a storyline, that is acceptable. 11. To those who send the starters, take your time, please. Starters are not meant to be pressured, but it's recommended that you write to the best of your ability. 12. I expect professional conduct with everyone who roleplay with me here. If you're professional with me, then obviously I'll be just as professional with you. Maybe down the road, we'll go� whack-a-doo funny, but that's later. In a nutshell: You play by my rules, I'll be a team player. You f*** with me, well.. I think it's self explanatory what comes next. 13. Another thing: God Mode involves you roleplaying my character... Let's not do that. CPT Cutler's my character, and you have your own. So how about you play your character, and I play my character? Sounds only reasonable. � That concludes my rules ladies and gentlemen. Sign the confirmation oath below, and I look forward to roleplaying with you. Police Captain I Gabriel James Cutler, LAPD Metropolitan Division, Officer In Charge, D-Platoon(SWAT) I, (Your Name Here), have read, and understood the following rules of this profile. I am aware that�in an event that�an infraction should occur during any part of the storyline, I will accept the consequences of my actions, depending upon the severity of the infraction. I will comply to the expectations required of me, and will abide without question. By signing this, I state that the following is true without penalty or perjury.�

There were times I was lost, and you found me. There were days which were dark and you lightened my heart. Through it all, since the day when we met, there was you for me and me for you. That hasn't changed. That will never change. Times have been good, and times have been bad. And still, our love has endured and triumphed. Through pain and passion, through sorrow and hope, through death and through life. No matter what tomorrow may bring, we will face it together." --Jean Grey / Scott Summers

Michael Cole has announced that their is three candidates to play the main antagonist Tanya Winters as he has three ladies in mind to play the role Maryse Ouellet not sure why he picked her for candidate, Kelly Kelly and also current Shimmer women' champion Alison who are three candidates for the role? <form method="post" action="https://poll.pollcode.com/xhxs"><table border="0" width="175" bgcolor="EEEEEE" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0"><tr><td colspan="2"><font face="Verdana" size="2" color="000000"><b>Who Should Play the Role of Tanya Winters?</b></font></td></tr><tr><td width="5"><input type="radio" name="answer" value="1" id="xhxsanswer1"></td><td><font face="Verdana" size="2" color="000000"><label for="xhxsanswer1">Maryse Ouellet</label></font></td></tr><tr><td width="5"><input type="radio" name="answer" value="2" id="xhxsanswer2"></td><td><font face="Verdana" size="2" color="000000"><label for="xhxsanswer2">Kelly Kelly</label></font></td></tr><tr><td width="5"><input type="radio" name="answer" value="3" id="xhxsanswer3"></td><td><font face="Verdana" size="2" color="000000"><label for="xhxsanswer3">Alison </label></font></td></tr><tr><td colspan=2><center><input type="submit" value=" Vote ">&nbsp;&nbsp;<input type="submit" name="view" value=" View "></center></td></tr><tr><td colspan=2 align=right><font face="Verdana" size="1" color="000000">pollcode.com <a href="https://pollcode.com/"><font face="Verdana" size="1" color="000000">free polls</font></a>&nbsp;</font></td></tr></table></form>

|Grand Theft Auto III| looks like the franchise everyone keeps loving is open up big as the show season started intense no action but hey action can wait later we start big Claude is potrayed by Chris Evans awesome job liked it as Matt LeBlanc edgy job but will get better, Anna Paquin she sure convinced let's see more Catalina played by Eva Mendes sexy yes! and Jensen Ackles plays Miguel step up more and let's see this guy bring something to this charecter as the next chapters stay tune to the story |Grand Theft Auto Vice City| looks like things are hyping up for Vice City the uppocming Season when Auto III wraps up as many superstars are fighting for the role of who will be Tommy Vercetti? well for answers go ask the man behind the scenes Michael the producer of the GTA scenes ask him |Saint Rows| looks like another one will make it in Saint Rows will begin as casting will take place for the charecters which will soon be taking place ask Michael Cole for answers

If you want to role-play I will want to start discussing what ideas you have first before we start and not have any confused questions. I would not mind waiting for awhile, I am patient. But if there's going to be a delay I want to be given a reason for it.  No god-mode! Ruins the moment Don't mind para and multi but is a lot to type in. So whatever happens in role-play, stays in role-play. NO ONE LINERS! I am a literate writer and will not tolerate those who dont give some effort. Two or three would fine if your not much of a paragraph writer, just give some thought and time into it. I do stuff in real life and need other things to do so I will probably be busy and be patient unless you want to ask to rp with me. I normally go for sci fi, fantasy (little of both), mature, modern era. Most of all I am not a number and like to be treated as a friend and not be ignored! Do NOT ask me if I want to rp on Discord, I don't have one, nor have time for it. I didn't join this website just to go elsewhere.  If you have any questions feel free to simply ask.

Here is a collection of some of the intro posts I've written for various SLs. For our SL we can either take one as such, modifying it just a little to fit your character, or just use one or several for inspiration in creating a new SLs.[ Starter 1 ]The starter I like best is of course one that I already posted in another blog post:https://www.roleplayer.me/view_blog.php?id=0000011476[ Starter 2 ]SETTING: some Islamic country (jungle setting, possibly in Africa)Opportunities like these were hard to come by so when Gray Fox acquired substantial intel on a meeting between representatives of two of the most wanted Islamic terrorist factions they knew they had to act fast. The 1st Assault Delta Team was immediately deployed, flying once more across the globe for a clandestine operation which to them was a common daily activity. The five men of Captain Kaye's team, including himself, HAHOed during nighttime into the thick jungle surrounding the enemy camp and stealthily advanced towards the target area through a swampy landscape, thick vegetation and a heavy rain that poured onto them until morning when they reached the camp. Luckily their only attackers were nasty insects and small reptiles of all kinds. None of the hostiles had spotted them and they didn't take out any because they knew they had to stay focused on the mission that required their presence to remain unknown.The men had taken cover in strategic positions from where they could cover the entrance to the camp and make sure none of their targets escaped; in the current scenario everyone in the camp was a target. The captain was in the first line, ready to lead his men in when the time was right and in his proximity were 1st Sergeant Gibson, known to everyone as Hoot and Master Sergeant Sanderson. Further back was 1st Sergeant Flynn and even further, providing long distance sniper cover was Staff Sergeant Gamble. 'Red Smoke, this is Hawkeye. Possible tangos on the hill half a click east,' Gamble informed the captain using the call signs they each had assigned. 'I don't have visual but there's definitely movement there.' When he did a quick sweep of the area through the scope of his M-24 sniper rifle Gamble had caught sight of some movement on the hills on the opposite side of the target area and assumed there had to be hostiles there since they hadn't been informed of any friendlies in the area. 'Roger that Hawkeye. Focus on the main target for now. Over.''Roger. Hawkeye out.''Any moment now...,' Kaye whispered more to himself, directing the scope of his AR-15 semi-automatic rifle towards the dirt road that led inside the camp from the right, as viewed from Delta Team's position. 'There we go...,' he added when two 4x4s came into sight, rolling towards the camp. 'All call signs stand by.' All eyes were on the vehicles that entered the camp. About seven men came out and one in particular was greeted by two men in the camp. 'That's our guy,' Kaye said referring to the man who had arrived in one of the four by fours. 'We need him alive. All others are expendable.''Think he'll talk?' Master Sergeant Sanderson, call sign Capstone, asked.'No, but we'll have to make him.'The three men, terrorist faction leaders, went inside the main tent in the center of the camp while the guards who arrived with the third formed a perimeter around it. The guards already in the camp maintained their previous positions and patrol routs. 'Quick Clip, move up and to your left.' Kaye gave out the order, making a small sign with his hand to indicate the direction but keeping his arm close to his body. Cautious maneuvering was essential in approaching the target area undetected. Although he kept his sight straight forward, surveying the area in front, he knew that his men would be watching him as well as the target. 'Cover the north-west corner.''Roger,' Sergeant Flynn aka Quick Clip answered and moved into position.'Capstone, move to your right and cover the south-west corner.''Copy that.''Hawkeye keep sight on the eastern perimeter. Wait for my signal.''Roger Smoke.''Silver Switch you're with me. We're moving out.''Roger,' Hoot replied and with his riffle at the ready followed the captain in a slow advance towards the camp. Hawkeye, Clip and Stone waited to be given the order to take out their designated targets so that Switch and Smoke could move in.[ Starter 3 ]SETTING: abandoned construction site - LA, CaliforniaWhen the numbness began to dissipate so that a sharp pain could take its place, Stefan was forced to push past the darkness that had partially clouded his vision and acknowledge his surroundings. Looking up he saw through a cracked wooden ceiling the metal ledge above from which he had fallen. It hadn't been long since, probably only a few minutes, though it seemed much longer and fortunately the fall hadn't caused Stefan any injuries severe enough to prevent him from moving. Still, his injuries were far from comfortable. At first he thought they were only some scratches and bruises and the pain was mostly from the strong impact - first when his body smashed through the wooden roof and then when he fell to the ground - but when he stood up he realized it was more than that. When he had been fired upon one of the bullets had hit the left side of his waist area. Fortunately the bullet only clipped him and didn't go through nor did it stuck in his flesh. There was something else in his right shoulder blade but he could not tell what. All he felt was pain but he couldn't tell if it was a bullet wound or he had been injured during the fall. Looking around at the spot where he had fallen he saw some scattered pieces of sharp metal and concluded that had probably been the cause of his shoulder wound. The worse part was the he could still have some pieces of metal stuck in the wound but he was unable to reach back there and attempt to remove them, plus he saw no mirror around and attempting an improvised surgical maneuver in the dark as it were could have caused more damage than good.He needed help to mend his injuries and going to a hospital was out of the question. In his line of work going to the hospital was never an option, it would bring about the failure of the mission so when an operative got injured in the field they had to find other means to mend their wounds, and since Stefan was not even on an official mission he had to be twice as careful about keeping his cover. Unfortunately he had no connections in LA, no one but his old friend Cole Bauer anyway and as much as he didn't want to drag him into his personal business, possibly putting him in danger, he had no choice. The man that Stefan had been following from afar had vanished and the one who shot him had been a sniper positioned far enough from Stefan's location. He estimated that based on the surrounding of the construction site. In less than ten minutes he managed to make his way out of the construction site, running - leaping actually because of a sprained right ankle - with his left hand pressed against his bleeding side. He made sure he stood clear of any open spaces where the sniper could have targeted him again and got out through a poorly patched opening in the surrounding tall metal fence, in a more obscure area of the construction site, although the entire deserted place looked obscure. The exit took him to a side street where he found an old car which he forcibly opened and started the engine by crossing the wires. [ Starter 4 ]SETTING: ISA/Gray Fox headquarters - Fort Bragg, North CarolinaIt had been less than six hours since Kaye and his team returned from their last mission, somewhere past midnight, that his phone rang again and he was requested to report immediately to headquarters. For security reasons no details were given on the phone but by the sound of the colonel's voice it had to be something grave. In any case that didn't matter much to Kaye who treated each mission, regardless of its importance, with the same promptitude and seriousness. He drove from the apartment complex where he resided, in the officers' district, to the ISA's official headquarters that also functioned as a cover for the organization's true identity, bearing only the nickname Gray Fox, under which highly classified covert operations were carried out. Dressed in a "sanitized" uniform (bearing absolutely no tapes, such as his name, or even U.S. Army, or rank insignia), the captain chose to walk in through the visitors' rear entrance instead of the main one, where there were higher chances of being approached by various people and drawn into tiresome conversations that often included a request being made by the intruding party. Since he was far from being someone who enjoyed such interactions he always preferred to come in and leave unnoticed. Aside from his usual stern and almost threatening expression that made most people reluctant to approach him unless they had no other choice, his Russian ties, which had started not only rumors but thorough investigations as well to discover where his true loyalties lay, also helped him gain a fierce reputation in his domain and among those who frequently came in contact with the ISA. Once inside he went straight to his left, heading towards a corridor leading to a door that required an access card and code in order to open. To the right there was a small office where visitors signed in but when he entered the building Kaye did not look in that direction knowing that his destination was elsewhere. There were only a few people passing through the lobby and since he did not personally know either of them he did not salute or even looked at any as he passed by, advancing with quick steps. "Sir!? ... Captain!" He had almost made it to the secure entrance at the end of the corridor when he heard a young male voice calling him from behind. It was a private first class, judging by his uniform, which Kaye noticed when he briefly turned to catch a glimpse of the person addressing him. If the boy knew him by rank he must have been around the ISA for some time although to Kaye he didn't look familiar or any different from most soldiers moving about."Sir, there is someone here from...," the soldier began but was cut off."Tell them to wait or come back another day." Kaye had reached the door where he slid the card through the designated slot then punched in the code. He didn't look back at the private when he replied and before the young soldier could say anything more the captain had already stepped on the other side and shut the door behind him. The only thing left for the private to do was to go back and inform [ your character's name ] of the situation and help her/him get in touch with a personnel manager if her/his visit could not be postponed. As he walked back along the corridor, then into the lobby and finally back to the small office, the soldier realized that he didn't know the captain's name. He had always addressed him solely by rank and there was no room for confusion since he was the only one with that rank at ISA and the only one who was second in command to the CO. The young man had also lent his curious ear to the many rumors circulating about and in that context the appellative Russian Delta Captain was more interesting than the man's actual name.Meanwhile Kaye had made his way to the large room that served as Gray Fox's Tactical Operations Center. There, specialists worked with computers and other electronics to gather intelligence, just like the ISA was supposed to do. The TOC was also tasked with the surveillance and coordination of the missions that Gray Fox's special operations teams took part in. The many screens and computer monitors in the room showed various images from charts and graphics to satellite feeds, surveillance footages and even news channels. Now they were all focused on the crisis that was at hand.Kaye met with Colonel McKnight in the back area of the TOC, which was separated from the rest of the large room by a glass door on the left and a large window that stretched from there all the way to the other end of the wall. "Get your men here as soon as possible, brief them on the situation. We can do this but we have to move fast, before Washington sends a few suits over to slow us down," the colonel informed him and Kaye nodded in agreement. "I will be in the briefing room. Some suits might already be here," he went on, recalling the private who wanted to inform him of someone's arrival. "If they're DOD it's better if I'm not here when they come. I have no patience to deal with them at this time.""Like I do," the colonel shook his head with annoyance and handed Kaye a folder with the necessary information for the current mission. "Be ready to leave in forty."A few minutes later the captain had made it to the briefing room, where he sat at the desk in front and waited for his team members to arrive. While going over the files he had received he alternately drank from a cup of dark coffee and smoked a cigarette, indifferent to the household rules.[ Starter 5 ]SETTING: road-side country bar in one of the states bordering North Carolina A five day mission was never a long one in Stefan's book except when he had to repress troubling personal thoughts and feelings stirred by unresolved issues for the benefit of the mission and then when it was over they all came back tumbling. It had been once again one of those missions where after the deed was done the team broke up and it was every man for himself. They couldn't afford being caught by foreign authorities, theoretically they did not exist, their unit was specialized in black ops of the highest rank. Usually they each chose one of the three ways of travel: land, water or air. This time Kaye had chosen air and since he needed to be as discreet as possible he had taken a flight that arrived at an airport far from his base or even the state where it was located. He also had to choose the first flight that would take him back to the US and the only one available at the time at his point of departure was one that took him to [ insert location here ]. From the airport he decided to change the means of transportation and drive to Fort Bragg.With the sulky mood he was in and the thoughts he had to fight back, driving straight to a hotel and spending the remaining of the day and the night there before he drove on was not too appealing. Assuming that he would eventually find a motel before sunset, Stefan stopped his rented car in front of a bar next to the main road. Inside he went straight for the bar and out of custom he took a seat on one of the tall stools close to [ your character ]. Usually he would use this technique knowing that single women in a bar were, almost all of them, there looking or at least hoping for company and since he stood there minding his own business, enwrapped in an air of mystery, the women approached him. They were tired of loud, obnoxious males assaulting them with clich� pick-up lines and a lot of them were not shy about making the first move, especially when spotting someone more appealing was a rare occasion. Stefan on the other hand didn't like flirting too much. He was practical in every way and when he saw something he wanted he knew how to obtain it with a forward approach. But it was not too often that he spotted a woman who interested him so much that he would go out of his way to approach her. As much as he liked women, he had not time for serious commitments so he allowed the representatives of the fair sex to approach him whenever they liked and he accepted their offers when it involved a trade of carnal pleasure. This time it was different. Rachel had so rapidly become an important part of his life and even though he had only been with her for a short while it felt as if he was really in a serious relationship that he wished to prolong. As such he felt that he could not cheat on her. He didn't feel any impulse of that kind. Rachel was everything he needed and longed after even if they were more apart than together, because of his work. "Beer. Any kind you've got," he told the bartender on a deep and low voice when the man stopped in front of him, asking with his eyes what he wanted. A vodka would have been better but since he still had to drive, and he considered the possibility of not finding a motel and having to drive all night, he chose a lesser beverage for a change. Before the bartender served him his drink Stefan took out a half full pack of cigarettes from an inside pocket of his leather jacket and lit one; he put the packet and the lighter on the bar, next to his still untouched beer. Only one empty stool separated him from the [ your character ] he had spotted earlier but he kept his gaze down and never looked at her. When he pulled out some cash from the right back pocket of his pants to pay for the drink he remembered that he didn't have much money left. He had enough to pay for one night at a motel, but since he also had to save some money for gas and food for the drive to Bragg it would have been better if he didn't have to give money to a motel. If it hadn't been for Rachel he would have surely left the place in the company of some eager woman who would have offered him a place to stay for the night, but under the new circumstances the only option he could think of was sleeping in the car, if he didn't want to pay for a room. [ Starter 6 ]SETTING: Greenwich Village - Manhattan, New YorkGreenwich Village, often simply called "the Village", is a largely residential area on the lower west side of southern Manhattan in New York City. A large majority of the district is home to upper middle class families.Judging by the social status of Stefan Kaye's family, it would not have been uncommon for him to move into an elegant apartment of this particular residential area, if he had decided to move from Boston to New York. However, anyone who was familiar with Kaye's true profession knew that he wouldn't have suddenly rented an apartment there for personal pleasure. It had been less than a week since Kaye moved into the apartment, introducing himself as Daniel Grant. Everything about this situation and the man he was pretending to be was fake, because it was nothing more than a job, just another mission.In reality he was a US Army Captain, part of the 1st Special Forces Operational Detachment-Delta, commonly known as Delta Force. The difference between Kaye's four men team and the other Delta Force operatives who were sent on deployment to conflict zones alongside the regular army was that they were part of a program that officially did not exist, because this was one of the main reasons Delta Force was created in the first place. To the general public they were Delta Operatives who no longer served on active duty, either retired or no longer able to fight; they were said to be instructors, advisors or doing some desk job at Fort Bragg. In truth they were part of a secret counterterrorist organization that carried out covert missions sanctioned by the president himself.The purpose of Kaye's undercover mission in Greenwich was to supervise one of the building's residents, [ your character ], whose father was either knowingly or unknowingly leaking valuable information to a known terrorist. When intel confirmed that a rival terrorist might be planning to kidnap the man's daughter in order to forcibly obtain the information, Kaye was sent to monitor the girl's activities but not protect her from the terrorists who might be after her. His true mission was to allow her to be captured so he could then follow her to the terrorists' location. It was a dangerous situation for the girl and she might not make it out alive but this was just another sacrifice that had to be made in order to save thousands of lives and it certainly wasn't something new for Kaye.Another day passed by with nothing happening. He had followed the girl around, discreetly as always, but could not spot anyone else doing the same, or her meeting with any dubious people. It was close to midnight and it hadn't been long since he had arrived back to his apartment after having followed the girl to a bar not far from the building, and then back. Again, nothing unusual. Only one light was turned on in his apartment, in the hallway, while he sat in the darkness of the bedroom, leaning against the windowsill and looking down at the street below, as well as the surrounding buildings, trying to spot something out of the ordinary. Perhaps whoever was after the girl was out there, but he just didn't spot them yet.There was complete silence all around. Nothing in the street, no noise coming from the neighboring apartments, so when a loud noise suddenly echoed through the exterior corridor Kaye became alarmed. There was just one noise and then it stopped, which was a bit curious. If there were some people making noise, they would have probably continued to do so and if they were the people sent to kidnap the girl then they would be professionals who made no noise. Still, Kaye grabbed his pistol, attached the silencer, took off the safety and moved towards the door of his apartment. He unlocked it making as little noise as possible then opened it and carefully looked out towards the girls' apartment, on the same side as his and to the left. There was nothing there, but immediately some noises from the right made him turn and there he saw his other neighbor, whom he hadn't met until then. The only thing he found out while making investigations about the people living in the building was that she was a new resident as well, which earned her a place on Kaye's list of people to keep an eye on. Of course, she didn't appear to be someone who could be involved with terrorists but appearances were almost always deceptive and in his line of work Kaye had seen people even less likely to be terrorists who actually had such extracurricular activities. From the looks of things she had just dropped her belonging and Kaye contemplated retreating back to his apartment before being seen, but then he thought that as much as he was not fond of interacting with people just for the sake of it, it would be better if he became somewhat familiar with this new neighbor, in case she was indeed somehow involved in his assignment. He put the safety back on and tucked the pistol in his belt, behind his back and underneath his loose shirt and left the door ajar while moving towards the woman who was still collecting her things from the floor. "Evening. I heard a noise and thought there might be something wrong. Was someone else here?" he inquired, making it seem as if he was asking the woman whether she had been attacked. At the same time he crouched down to help her gather her things and picked up the case files which were closer to where he stood. By the official insignia he understood that she had to be a lawyer working at the DA's office. Again something to make him further keep an eye on her, since corrupt lawyers seemed to exist in unlimited numbers and until he could prove this assumption to be wrong, it was his duty to remain suspicious. Without saying a word he took his eyes off the case files and looked back at her while handing her the files.[ Starter 7 ]SETTING: Princeton-Plainsboro Hospital - New JerseyIt was supposed to be a mission like any other, a simple one even since Kaye had been sent alone, not with his team as on most missions. He was also supposed to stay focused, be objective and allow no emotions to cloud his judgment. Usually he could achieve all this to perfection but this time was different because the place he was sent to was New Jersey, a place that stirred up the deepest emotions he was capable of. It was the place where he had met his wife, the place where she grew up, the place where their daughter was born and also the place where she moved back to after their divorce. Stefan hadn't seen either Amelia or Madeleine in almost six years and since then they could have very well moved from Wayne, Amelia's native town in New Jersey. Or they could have moved to another city in New Jersey. Even though the place of Kaye's assignment was far from Wayne, it was still a place of significance to him. The city through which he was now driving was Princeton, one that Amelia was familiar with since she had attended the University with the same name. She was in her third year studying political science when she met Kaye, got pregnant and eventually dropped out in order to marry him and live with him on the military base he was stationed at. What Kaye didn't know was that after the divorce Amelia went back to Princeton, got her diploma and became serious about following a career in politics, which eventually had her move to Washington where she was working at present as assistant to the Senior Policy Analyst of the Secretary of Defense - The Senior Analyst, Audrey Heller, being a friend of hers.Kaye's mission in Princeton was a result of his unit's collaboration with the CIA, who needed a highly trained soldier to serve as their assassin and Delta offered the best of the best. The mission also served the interests of his organization, Gray Fox, and was a matter of national security for which reasons Kaye's superiors agreed to lend one of their operators to the CIA with the condition that none of their people intervened or kept watch on him but stood aside and let the captain do his job. The mission involved the assassination of an international terrorist and a man responsible for mass murders in his native country, Sangala, in West Africa, where he served a general with great power and influence in the country and who tried to forcefully establish himself as leader. There had been US troops in Sangala for some years now but recently the conflicts escalated and war broke out. The man lying in a coma at Princeton-Plainsboro teaching hospital had come to the US with plans of sabotaging Sangala's enemy from within but when his plans were thwarted he found himself on the threshold of death.Still, he managed to keep his cover and escape the authorities with the help of a few of his loyal men who were still alive and who brought him to a teaching hospital in a relatively quiet urban area since it was unlikely for the law enforcement agencies to storm in there of all places looking for him, that is if they managed to find evidence that connected him to the terrorist attacks he had been involved in, since he was good at covering his tracks.All that the staff at the Princeton-Plainsboro Hospital knew about Mr. Udo Ngozi was that he was a wealthy foreign businessman who had requested that his identity and his staying at the hospital remained confidential and that his personal assistant and two bodyguards remained with him while the best diagnostic doctors tried to figure out how to heal his afflictions and bring him back from the semi-conscious state he was now in. Since Mr. Ngozi was incapacitated his assistant was the one speaking with the doctors and making his decisions for him.This was all information that Kaye did not yet possess and which he had to acquire in the course of his investigation prior to the actual assassination, which required a well-established plan. Kaye arrived at the hospital on a Wednesday, late in the morning, since he knew that by that time there would be a lot of people going about the corridors of the hospital and a crowd would allow him to move more freely without drawing anyone's attention.After parking the car he had drove in, Kaye walked across the parking lot and then through the main doors of the hospital, blending in with the crowd of people waiting or walking, sitting or standing, talking or arguing either between them or with the staff. Unless there was someone there who could recognize him, Kaye looked like just another common man, wearing a brown jacket, a dark grey shirt, black jeans and comfortable black shoes. As he moved about inconspicuously, acting like all the other patients who wanted to make an appointment or wanted an immediate consultation, Kaye accidentally brushed against a doctor storming out of the elevator and moving towards the receptionist's desk, seemingly inquiring about an urgent matter. The doctor turned to apologize politely albeit hastily before going on his way and Kaye did the same, but fate is rarely without irony. In this case, Dr. Wilson had no idea that the man he had just bumped into was an undercover Delta Force soldier contracted by the CIA to assassinate the patient who was Dr. House's current medical puzzle, but who was in fact a cold blooded murderer responsible of genocide, while Kaye had no idea that the doctor he had just bumped into was romantically involved with his ex-wife, Amelia. Almost an hour had passed by and because of the heavy traffic within the hospital Kaye was unable to get close to the receptionist's desk to overlook any files that might indicated on what floor and in what room was his target. He couldn't do much but sit and wait while maintaining his cover as a man who had come in for a consult. Even though he wasn't suffering from any serious illness or had any injuries that needed mending, there were many things that could be used as arguments in favour of his desire to have a consult, from his smocking habit that had increased during the past six years to recently heeled bullet wounds that might not have heeled so well, or bullet fragments that had remained in his body and which could cause him health problems in the near future.One thing that had drawn his attention when entering the hospital was the name on the office of the hospital's Dean of Medicine, Lisa Cuddy and it didn't take him long to realize where he had heard that name before. Even though he had met her only once in his life, Lisa Cuddy was his daughter's god-mother and a good friend, if not the best friend of Madeleine's mother. Despite the nine years difference between Amelia and Lisa had known each other for a long time since they both grew up in Wayne, New Jersey, attended the same high-school there and then both came to Princeton. Lisa had been there for Amelia when she got pregnant at twenty and was alone and scarred. Alone because Stefan had to leave on deployment even after knowing that he had gotten her pregnant and scarred both because of the thing itself and because she feared her parents' reaction, who indeed reacted as badly as Amelia had imagined. Eventually she dropped out of college to see the pregnancy through since she did not wish to have an abortion and Lisa helped her with everything, offering the girl both moral and material support. When Stefan returned from deployment and sought out Amelia, their daughter had already been born. That was the first and only time he had met Madeleine's god-mother since after that he married Amelia and according to army regulations the wife and children had to live on the base where their spouse was stationed. During their five years of marriage Amelia did meet with Lisa again when she came to visit and after the divorce they saw each other more frequently since Amelia and Madeleine moved back to New Jersey.Almost two hours later Kaye had been escorted in one of the examination room and told that a doctor would be with him shortly. Remembering Lisa Cuddy made him remember many things of his past which he usually did his best to keep hidden since emotions could make one lose focus during a mission and he could not afford that. Still, as he waited in the small room he wondered if Lisa had been in the hallway while he waited and moved about. He did his best to remember her face from the previous and only time he had seen her, almost 11 years back, and wondered if she would recognize him if she saw him there. [ Starter 8 ]SETTING: shabby flat - Brooklyn, New YorkA shabby Brooklyn flat, seemingly uninhabited. Two men sitting at an old table set against one of the three windowless walls of the single room that served as everything but a restroom, that being the only other room of the flat. Each man sat on a three-legged stool, both casually dressed with jeans, shirts and jackets of dark and slightly washed-out colours - common clothing, nothing to make them stand out in a crowd. One man had light-brown hair and a clean shave, the other black hair and an equally dark stubble that had almost grown into a short beard. The light-haired man looked troubled and restlessly rubbed his hands together as he kept them on the table in front. He occasionally glanced rapidly from the windows in front to the dark haired man. By contrast, his mood was at an opposite pole. He seemed calm and careless, indifferent to a certain point but still he handled with skill and some subtle excitement the Glock pistol he was loading. 'Last time we talked you said you could put me in touch with Milosz. Now you're saying you have nothing to do with him anymore?' the bearded man spoke in Russian and didn't look at the other, continuing to mend the weapon.'Shit got messy Stepan. Only Vladimir can get to Milosz and he said to never come looking for him again. Sais he now has to live with the pigs breathing at the back of his neck because of me, but I swear I had nothing to do with no fucking police.'Halfway through the man's confession Stepan raised his eyes to look at him. 'You must have done something to break Vladimir's trust, Yuri. Why would he accuse you otherwise?''I did nothing to compromise Vladimir, I've always been careful but there's some cop looking into old stuff. Many know him, he's even put some of Vladimir's boys away but they didn't talk, they know better.' 'And this cop has his eye on you? You said you're always careful.''Now I am, but I told you he's looking into old stuff and years ago, when I was young, I wasn't so careful, even got locked up for a few months. With the Vory, if you did time back in Russia and you came here, you're king, but if you do time here they'll kill you themselves."'I know.''You know?' Yuri chuckled on a mocking tone. 'What do you know? You've never been a Vory, never been in prison.''If I've never been locked up by some government it means I'm good at what I do. They don't know I exist so I can do whatever I want.''Yeah, I suppose,' the man chuckled again and suddenly put on a more serious face. 'So this cop probably has a file on me from back then, no? They keep everything.''Yes, they do.' Stepan replied to Yuri's last statement that sounded more like a question.The other man became restless and looked once again aimlessly towards the window then back at Stepan. 'We gotta do something about this cop.''We?' Stepan set the gun on the table and arched a brow at Yuri's comment.'You don't want to help now?''I do, but what are you saying?''I'm saying we gotta take care of this problem with the cop.''Killing the cop solves nothing. All the files incriminating you will still be there and the next cop that comes along will have you as a prime suspect if the paperwork shows this cop was looking into you before he died. And I think you know that cops take it very personally when you kill one of their own. You wouldn't...'Stepan stopped abruptly and looked over his shoulder at the window that overlooked the courtyard in front of the building. There was a rusty metal gate providing entrance into the courtyard and in the silence of the night he was certain he had heard it creak. 'Someone is here,' he whispered to Yuri who stood up on the spot, pulling out his own pistol. Stefan stood up and walked towards the window where he leaned against the wall and peeked outside. The gate had definitely been opened and there was no wind to blame that night. Meanwhile Yuri walked to the door and opened it slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible. First he peeked left and right in the hallway then he took a few steps forward towards the banister of the staircase and glanced downwards. Someone was definitely down there, on the first floor. 'There is someone downstairs,' he told Stepan when he went back inside the flat, continuing to speak in Russian like before. 'The fire escape at the end of the hall,' Stepan replied and Yuri understood what he meant. Both men exited the apartment, closed the door behind them then crept along the wall towards the fire escape at the end of the corridor, left from where the apartment was. Yuri walked in front and Stepan followed, both holding their pistols at the ready, Yuri in a more street-style, the only one he knew, and Stepan in the professional way he had been taught during the many years of intense military training. Please DO NOT reply / post RP comments Here!Message me to tell me which one you like and I'll send it to you in comments, personalizing it and adding more information if necessary.

[OPEN//NEEDED Connections: ] [ Play-by: Matt Cohen ] Connection Type: Younger Brother Name: Filipp Kaye Nickname: - Callsign: - Age: 27 Height: 5' 11�" (1.82 m) Profession/Rank: US Army Ranger - Staff Sergeant Specialization (MOS): 11B - Infantryman Other info: - he is Stefan's younger brother by ten years; Character Availability: OPEN PROFILE: https://www.roleplayer.me/walk_the_fire [ Play-by: William Fichtner ] Connection Type: Colleague/Team Member/Good Friend Name: Jeffrey Sanderson Nickname: Jeff Callsign: Capstone Age: 41 Height: 6' 0�" (1.84 m) Profession/Rank: Delta Master Sergeant Specialization (MOS): 18D - Special Forces Medical Sergeant Other info: - member of Gray Fox's 1st special operations assault team; - close friend of Stefan Kaye's for more than 10 years; - he and his wife were Stefan and Amelia's godparents and witnesses at their wedding; - is married to Pamela (40) with whom he has a son, James (9) and a daughter, Nikki (17); - started Medical School before joining the army to pay for his studies but never returned to finish and continued his military career instead; Character Availability: OPEN PROFILE: N/A [ Play-by: Jeremy Renner ] Connection Type: Colleague/Team Member Name: Brian Gamble Nickname: Gamble Callsign: Hawkeye Age: 29 Height: 5' 10" (1.78 m) Profession/Rank: Delta Staff Sergeant Specialization (MOS): 18B - Special Forces Weapons Sergeant Other info: - member of Gray Fox's 1st special operations assault team; - former Marine Scout Sniper; Character Availability: OPEN PROFILE: N/A [ Play-by: Harold Perrineau ] Connection Type: Colleague/Team Member Name: Michael Flynn Nickname: Mike, Night Stalker Callsign: Quick Clip Age: 32 Height: 5' 10�" (1.79 m) Profession/Rank: Delta Sergeant 1st Class Specialization (MOS): 18E - Special Forces Communications Sergeant Other info: - member of Gray Fox's 1st special operations assault team; - former 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment (Airborne) pilot; Character Availability: OPEN PROFILE: N/A [ Play-by: Eric Bana ] Connection Type: Colleague/Team Member Name: Eric Gibson Nickname: Hoot Callsign: Silver Switch Age: 34 Height: 6' 2�" (1.89 m) Profession/Rank: Delta Sergeant 1st Class Specialization (MOS): 18C - Special Forces Engineering Sergeant Other info: - member of Gray Fox's 1st special operations assault team; Character Availability: TAKEN PROFILE: N/A [ Play-by: Tom Sizemore ] Connection Type: CO(commanding officer)/Friend Name: Daniel McKnight Nickname: Danny Callsign: Rider Age: 48 Height: 5' 11" (1.80 m) Profession/Rank: Delta Lt. Colonel Specialization (MOS): 18A - Special Forces Officer Other info: - Gray Fox commanding officer, also directly in charge of field operations; - is a good friend of Stefan Kaye's who is his second-in-command at Gray Fox; Character Availability: OPEN PROFILE: N/A [ Play-by: Matthew Ferguson ] Connection Type: Colleague Name: Seymour Birkoff Nickname: Birk Callsign: Zapper Age: 28 Height: 5' 10" (1.78 m) Profession/Rank: Sergeant Specialization (MOS): 2611 - Cryptologic Digital Network Technician/Analyst Other info: - technician and computer specialist who also supervises missions in progress from Gray Fox's Tactical Operations Center at Fort Bragg; Character Availability: OPEN PROFILE: N/A [ Play-by: Wynn Everett ] Connection Type: Ex-Wife Name: Amelia Laurent (Kaye) Nickname: Amy Age: 33 Profession: Assistant to the Senior Policy Analyst of the Secretary of Defense. Other info: - she is Stefan's first wife and the mother of his daughter; Character Availability: OPEN PROFILE: https://www.roleplayer.me/justlygratifyhonor [ Play-by: Sydney Imbeau ] Connection Type: Daughter Name: Madeleine Laurent Kaye Nickname: Maddy Age: 12 Other info: - she is Stefan Kaye and Amelia Laurent's daughter; Character Availability: OPEN PROFILE: https://sitemodel.net/nevertoosoon [ Play-by: Gina Torres ] Connection Type: Colleague/Ex-Wife Name: Natasha Andrews Nickname: Nat, Tasha, Tash Callsign: - Age: 38 Date of Birth: 24 October 1971 Height: 5' 10" (1.78 m) Profession/Rank: Sergeant/DOD NC Officer Other info: - works at the Office of Personnel Management for the Department of Defense; - she conducted a series of investigations prior and after Stefan Kaye's recruitment to Gray Fox to determine where his true loyalties lay and what were his connections with the members of his Russian family on his father's side who were involved in criminal and even terrorist activities; their interactions turned into a cat-and-mouse game with her insisting to dig deeper and find something incriminatory and him teasing her about her own Russian heritage; she is half Cuban and half Russian, hence her first name. (The character Natasha Andrews appeared on the tv show The Unit - Season 4, Episode 18: "Best Laid Plans".) Character Availability: OPEN PROFILE: N/A [ Play-by: Greg Grunberg ] Connection Type: CIA contact/Associate/Former Colleague Name: Eric Weiss Nickname: - Callsign: Retriever Age: 39 Date of Birth: 11 July 1970 Height: 6' 0�" (1.84 m) Profession/Rank: CIA Agent/Covert Operations Coordinator Other info: - is a member of the CIA's SAD (Special Activities Division); - coordinates missions carried out by the SAD's Special Operations Group; - serves as a liaison between JSOC (the ISA in particular) and the CIA; - he is a good agent and a friendly guy with a sense of humour who gets along well with his co-workers; - he would go as far as breaking protocol if it meant saving lives and if his superiors' orders proved to be incorrect; Character Availability: OPEN PROFILE: N/A [ Play-by: Barbara Eve Harris ] Connection Type: CIA contact/Associate/ Former Commander Name: Felicia Kendrick Nickname: - Callsign: Bluebird Age: 44 Date of Birth: 8 March 1965 Height: 5'5" (1,65 m) Profession/Rank: CIA Agent/SAD Director of Field Operations Other info: - Agent Kendrick is Agent Weiss' commanding officer within the SAD and like him she is also a liaison between the CIA and the ISA, providing assistance for the highly classified assignments carried out by the organization nicknamed Gray Fox, for which the ISA serves as a cover; - despite appearing to be a stern director, Agent Kendrick would go behind her colleagues' backs and side with her subordinates if the other directors or agents in charge gave orders according to their own personal agenda and not in the benefit of the people; Character Availability: OPEN PROFILE: N/A Leave a comment if you want to fill any of the OPEN Roles!