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Name: Sonali SparksAge:  16Nationality: Of the Galaxy Hobbies: Traveling, sunbathing, singing, Hanging with her foster family, listening to Logan play music.S.O: Follows an internal Yearning [may never settle down but loves strongly]Nicknames: Lumi�re/Lu [courtesy of Logan]Career: High school student - [pursued by the X-men, S.H.I.E.L.D and other super-beings and organizations] Living situation: With foster mom  FamilyFoster Parent: Harlow Lea Sparks, Foster Sister: Logan Marie[Biological Family: Sonali is a child of a Star and the Sun. ]  ***Background on Harlow[Adoptive Mother]: Harlow is infertile, she always wanted children but could never conceive any herself. She struggled to find someone who did not find her lack of fertility unsettling. Once she did- she was engaged and to be married, but her lover die of cancer that took wake in his body and gave him little time to live. Through the hard time of watching her beloved die she turned to her work as an escape. - With the welcoming of Logan in her life (1st Foster child) and a few years later Sonali she finds herself awakening, and rekindling parts of her that she thought no longer existed. Abilities: Sonali is a Phoenix of legend. There have been several before her, but she is special due to being the only Phoenix born with in the last 5 years throughout all the universe.  She can summon a flame as she pleases. She can not stand the cold, - therefore winter is her most unfavored season BUT she does find it to be one of the most beautiful. She can be highly influenced by the sun's presence if the weather drastically changes.  She has learned to control her anger which can be fused by a short temper and a intolerant being.  Personality: She has very good judgement, and is very patient. Sonali is very obedient, and polite, not at all as Logan was as a teen- or as she is currently. Sonali is very close with her adoptive sister, Logan Marie and Harlow her adoptive mother. She more willingly goes to events with her mother as she enjoys the regal life style/appearance, mostly she highly enjoys watching everyone in diamonds - they remind her of the stars. - Sonali can be found sunbathing, star gazing and loves camping ( /the great outdoors).  BKGDSonali doesn't remember much of her story because she tries to forget most of her life up until being taken in by Harlow and Logan. Because of her past she is VERY resistant to hospitals. When Sonali was born doctors discovered she was not exactly the average human.  Through running varies test (as are run when born) doctors recommended to her parents that she She was very warm to the touch (her temperature was not normal) and her body readings were not natural. She was raised in a lab, as a test rat- as her mother died delivering her.  Sonali at a young age could not control what powers she was born with- although scientist coaxed her into using them for their benefit (test).  The first time that Sonali disobeyed request of those in white lab coats - her fear and anger ( as they warned to punish her) resulted in an fire so strong that the department could not put it out-. The girl escaped and has made her way by wondering and begging for food.  Some how- she has avoided foster care. She can not confidently call Harlow mom, and consider herself in a family, one she never had. Under construction...

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             Name: Margret Anna Imagine: /Molly Quinn               Age:  17House: GryffindorWand: Mahogany and Dragon's Tooth. Hobbies/Likes: Reading, exploration, Ice cream, Making leaves dance, studying outsideS.O: Bi-sexualNicknames: N/A Career:  StudentLiving situation:   Hogwarts and with FriendsFamily: Mother died in battle, Father Died in War. Lived with her Father's parents- under harsh and unloving conditions- Her emotional unstableness ( due to her father's death) and the hatred of her grandparents influenced her Schizophrenic persona. Abilities:  Half breed Witch. Personality: Very quiet and to herself. Will talk with students in classes when assigned to. Bkgd: When I was a child my mother was killed in the wizardry battle between good and evil. They say she was one of the best Witches to have stepped foot into Hogwarts, she excelled in all of her studies. Hermione Margret Granger was her name, You may have heard of her.  She was a full-blooded being, and the Whitest witch there ever were, in terms of talent and purpose. She meant a soldier boy, my father at the youthful age of 16 and fell madly in love with him. My father tells me that he did not know this until they were married and pregnant with me. With every year's break My mother would visited him, and with time he grew fond of her - more so than he could have ever imagined. In time they were married and I was conceived, at that time my ma and pa...were 23 and 25. When I was 4 the house was set to flames and a curse so strong it could not be lifted - saw to it that my mother was bound to it's burning confines. - At the time my father and I were not around. I feel sorry some times that My mother died alone. I do not remember much of her, just her soft blue eyes and her smell of vanilla...- Sometimes it makes me cry...even though I can't recall my memories with her, my heart still bleeds.- My father raised me. We were very close, him and I. He grew to be very protective of me, not wishing to loss his only child as he did his beloved wife. When I was 8 and a half they said that my father died at war. It was a terrible time. I was sent to live with my father's parents, I'd only meant them once before. They, at first seemed to love me, my deep hair and eyes. They said " Oh...Phillip would give up all of heaven's and earth's wealths to see you again." - to comfort me.  - I turned 9, and all hell broke loose. I vividly remember the day  Gran-mother and Gran-papa fell into a sour estate with me. Gran-ma was in the mist of dropping her favorite china, but it didn't hit the ground. As I was at the kitchen table, and stood in fear of the best table ware smashing to the floor, it levitated micrometers away from the floor. This was when I saw the fear in their eyes. They were afraid...of me!- For nearly 2 years I slept in the cellar. I was 'home schooled' and disciplined everyday with the whip for small things. ~ Father returned to me then. He says"...he never died..and that his training with his scouts went well,  it just took longer than he expected". - August 1st there was a knock at the door. A woman that went by the name of Professor Minerva McGonagall took me from my cellar. You see...She saved me from my grandparents, and told me that I was special. She greeted my worn and broken heart with the story of my courageous mother that neither my father nor grandparents shared. She told me I could be destined for greatness much like my mother, just by taking her hand and enrolling in Hogwarts. My father was there...well, the look in his eyes warmed my heart..to say the least." So, here I am...Are you impressed?-I warn you...don't dare challenge me...because I have an army you will never Conquer"

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the    secret    of    the here    Sooner or later the mood will strikes, the balance will loose control and the muses will stop playing on top of the cord as if there was nothing bellow the air to be afraid from. Before the flame of wisdom had seeing this and could not cease to advise my self for everything I had seeing in her eyes, the death and changes. Upon here we are only Angelinas. As the faded flames vanished creating new ones above the Olympian Plate upon its Greek Pillar bellow my chest, as have admired steps away in such fires, had even step further back with a solemn power and particular wet & rainy eyes. As I had turned and walked through the open halls towards the hall of music, admired the Muse Terpsichore who was dancing in a thick rogue, replacing me movements of sheer tears of gratefulness, just as her pending toes, amused me with the centerlines we meditated with.       l whom raise every morning must shower down over the times of the day light, had come to show the people that we Gods, here in Olympus, have nothing to hide. Basically, we had nothing, we had no walls, we had no servants, we was just alone by our own devices playing with each other. The muses seem to look down at people and be hiding, but we just did not want to share this secret of having merely nothing. We wished to make it look very special in the whole of our arts and crafts.      Zeus who sees everything and knows everything left me tender after touching me with the natures of the universal matrix, in his atmospheric space his warning voices had no names but thunder. I would seat for hours in the thrown that my son Hephaestus made for me, punished, unable to move, this electrifier chair, my son's gift so I could feel from so much tensions to withhold. After saving him from Zeus, in the same way my mother did to him. My angel child, at least you are alive and how monstrous you're with technology, of Intelligent machinery governing more than your spacey dad. A New Man whom again would Null his mom, the woman who saved him and brought him. And he thought I would power trip over his dark destiny. Out an unspoken mystery, one Myth he would have to reach out in his way back to Olympus. This are the teachings of Hera. The Muses and Graces danced, shacking them heads and pelvis for one may become his wife. Far long has pass the treachery of Venus and Mars.      Wile Zeus shape/shifted in to a variant of forms to his creation, Gods and even mortal forms to be closer and talk in such way to one another too, his love was not mine, so I had transform too in all the versions that polarised him or surrounded when he reached down. This changed me in multiple ways where I had to let go of so much knowledge and bondings, even the territories of mine, such as Troy. I could fly, and dive into the secrets of the air, the sun and stars. He would feel me navigating with the instinct of the feminine out my body.     _"Let me go, let me aid triumph, Zeus. Let me dance with my children in my garden, let me be. I'm not the madden woman your scribes had depict! I had been touched by you, by God, I had bring form, yet I'm free In my natures bond as a creator too."      My children and his children and the children of their children laughed with no replacements, their original plays as they coveted the house with out a roof out the joy of heaven, here in Olympus, remind me that ruling and taking care was not only the only command in my hands. I wished them free and near me, I wished they never touched the earth, either the deep waters of funky creatures. We Gods form a very exclusive and far away entity. In their radiant faces had wished to only breath in this Olympic high.      Some days, as we would reach out the Pantheon and get tired of monitoring the bellow, to wish them virtues to grow and enlighten them path towards us as within them, now we could not come down really. And, I would often take the hand, of the son of Venus, Eros, who was adopted out his original mother Pita Goddess of Poverty and Wisdom. Honored to be raised with the High Hierarchy. In this special days, I would walk Eros/Cupid the childlike angel whom transforms in a Beast down the beach and showed him where he truly came from. In this way, he brings you down to the deepths of love, if you'd ever got to know what being in true love is by the power of his arrows. Could you persist from falling in love and see his mounstruos form, it's in your deepest to find enlighten vision beyond reason. In this form we could descend aware to aid those and transcend.      We had a state of mind and a state of affairs, wide and quite difficult to get, it was so simple, yet discrete, we had nothing much really. We had nothing but a peace of mind. Organised, understanding and respectful for each's place. We had like no more riches, nor material, we had actually the same sky Zeus provided us, and the same sunshine, the same nature, the same brick and stone. _"What did we have to give? What did we have to be taken? If the 3 Faiths have left my destine."      Clio the Muse scriber consolidated by her pen, and much of the times with suggestion broad man by her side to dig the marble stone and imprint there too the names and the form of arts in history for the famed, as we had tendency. At this Hephaestus broad attention into me, _"Cronus was trying to escape Hell/Tartarus out the punishment he has to pay." I had seeing Ares with his Father Zeus entering the War Room with Athena, Clio out her sacred text provided me a secretarial and administration duty to have me remembered for ever, and exclaimed out her own cultural development.     The office has intrigued me with the Muse Calliope of Epic Poetry that, this is not a lyric amusement. The Muse of Tragedy, Melpomene legitimates in this story to be coming onward, to whom a sweet voice has, said. "Me and my sisters will have to stop working with you, now it will be very off if you continue to walk with Eros alone, when Cronus threatens this white house with war."       It was not that I was very distinguished as they seemed to judge me, as dis-a-touched from the dark matters sprouting free from Hades, it's because of my father Cronus the famous agony of 'paying with time' and how the hells formed to quantise it's boundaries, by segments, frames, measures, impenetrable jails build by the Iron of Hades for each a sequence. The 13n sister muses formed by her mother River Nymph of Memory, for each form of amusement art is a carrier of information. Nothing of mine to fight with nor contradict. As a former Queen onto them had reflect back _"It is truth, a war is inside the Underworld freeing out, Zeus had seeing it coming long time ago. Will you wish to Inspire the Underworld? The World it self, what better place than here to welcome my father Cronus after a cycle of eternity. My true fear is for Cerberus, the dog and his three mouthed heads to be unleashed from the gates of Hell. Keep the guardian frightening from the boundaries, for the souls to the souls and that is immortal to the immortal, for those whom live let them live."      The apprentices of the muses wished to be like them as they grow out their girly ways, wishing to never forget the fresh divinity that in their pureness had exist.       The Muses who are there Inspiring the events to the blinded eyes of man, had suggestion with me, now they knew well that as a great Inspiration in their powerhouse shall never be revealed nude onto them Males Ambitions, now Violence would only urge with destructions, just as the enraged conquered, death and new births, a waste of values and damaged reputations for all the possessions we had an investment on them, the Cannibal male world of Cronus had end with it's titan companies to prove who eats others. Zeus had a paradise waiting for his dad only he knows how this statement and agreement will come.  "I only care for the female ways, I'm just your reflection and like you, the love and will of Zeus."    Here and Now Athena followed me with Nike out this gardens into the Greek baths.      They held them robes down as mine fallen down too in compass providing the act a naked truth to enter the cascading showers and later on a room of vapour. We breath the hit of oxygen, they two in this secrecy singed with me this information of value as I with them, we resembled our states of nothingness to the world, rubbing our bodies with scent oils, specially for our King, the Lord with soothing hands whom gently would vanished away everything out our healthy and rich skins whom hold it self, paradise.  

Inside the sheltered left corner, an embedded window exploited a pinpoint aimed-view at the old barn. Throughout the thorough week before this afternoon's earlier final touch, Jason's ominous (secretive) task is finished. Just an important project amid a dozen projects Jason's been atom about getting done, lately - setting aside specific added odd hours in at the beginning of each dawn and later on in the final hour of each night Jason isolated himself in the second barn that is closer to the St. James River's riverbank to the east. Preoccupied lately, Jason has been to wrap the unknown - spontaneous and unpredictable surprise for his unrestrictedly, beautiful wife Kit-Kat. Usually, Jason literally, drowns his gorgeous wife in just about anything, to acknowledge her or for her to feel as though she is the core center of his world - or as he'd say, 'His Queen'. Tonight though represented a different kind of surprise, he literally went all out. It's the smallest things in life, we make the bigger things in life, because they mean equally as much to the ones we care about and those are also the points we want to make happen for them - that is Jason's entire goal for his wife to provide limitless happiness and acknowledge shared between everything that gains her interest. Just so she knows and feels he too does appreciate everything, she stands for, as his wife, the mother of their children - an incredible woman and as the person she is. Thing is before when he met her, Jason distinctively respected her he had admiration for her and straightforward physical and emotional attraction for her - like he has throughout the years of their marriage and still does til this day.Every story has an End, bu in Life every End is just a new Beginning - Sometimes the very thing you're looking for. The way I feel I know I've reached the right destination and it's real. When I said I love you, that meant for good - when I said I do  - that I also meant for ever. Engraved - carved confessions that once echoed and spilled out of Jason's mouth, without regret he admitted without fear on the night the two were married in New York. These words are sketched in the wood inside the old barn out back, barn number 2. The thing is Jason never think as far as similar relations as doubt goes, he knows what he feels and he is not someone who just speaks to hear himself talk - when he professes or claims it's real. There are actions that are motivated through these verbal professes also and sometimes those actions increase into something larger for a particular date he owned just so his wife Kit-Kat can be relive but in the current tide (day), of the knowing that he is still ate-up in love with her and right here inside this barn will represent all the time and effort put into this unexpected surprise. Each piece - each symbol - each structure - each object here when she sees it resembles the appreciation, every second of every minute in each day. Jason has remained damn sure, to be on top of it when it came to who and what is important, he didn't see his essentially beautiful wife  as just his lover, but his best friend a soul mate and not a second went on he didn't tell her, or show her and let her see it with just looking at her .Each decor- described loud and clear in detail of Kat, from the arrangements of pink roses, for symbolizing every day they've been married circulating around a pink Harley Davidson he rebuilt for her a whole three weeks prior. Flickering candles lit were blown out that's obvious for being out there for several nights now, but still remained staked surrounding around the heart center of the barn where the pink Harley Hog parked abruptly to a semi left stake. The pink leather bound seat, used for surfacing a small concealed box it had another stored present that he had purchased for about one month in advanced. Nothing can replace the original ring she has, if she still has it but that is the reason he provided a naked petite chain for the old one to be strung on and she could carry it around as a charm hung off a necklace--in this box retained a solid pink diamond band ring, rose cut-shaped diamond.  Now Jason is a man's, man - all tough, no nonsense type, but with his family , laid back and settled he is not afraid to be a family man, and he sure in hell is fearless at showing his wife he is crazy, in love with her still - and to be a romantic, on occasion if he has to be to prove it.A pair of long-horn antlers are plaqued on the small section over the double brawny barn door entrance. 

These rules are not so hard to follow.  So here we go1.  I am NOT Nina Dobrev. Don't ask me if I am Nina Dobrev.  But I do really love her.2. This is an ORIGINAL character so do NOT steal ANYTHING from my page.  Do NOT steal my edited pics.  They took me a long time to edit and I don't want to see them on another page.  Also I do have some of my photos made for me and I don't want those on other pages.3. 18 years and older rp.  (unless I say otherwise)4. Please make sure your grammar is good.  A few mistakes I won't freak out but if it continues, I will talk to you.5. Please use spell check.  Now a few words misspelled is fine.  I'm not the greatest speller in the world but I do try to use the spell check.6. You must know Star Trek to rp with me. (especially Deep Space Nine but I won't get mad if you don't know much about it but know more about another Trek series, minus anything reboot)7. I can't be here 24/7.  I have other accounts I run on here.8. No godmodding my character.  I will do that myself. (unless I grant you permission)9. I am not a friend collector so if you are, this isn't the place for you.  Also if you came here just to steal from me and I find out, I will delete, report and block you.10. No one liners.  One liners are so boring.  I rp para, multi para to Novella.  Let me know what you prefer.11. I normally roleplay in third person but if you prefer first person, please let me know.12. Do not hurt, rape, kidnap, kill my character.  I will not like you if you do any of that without my consent.13. This character is based off Star Trek Online so if you have any questions please let me know.14. Read my bio.15. Do not recycle storylines.  You can use some aspects but be original.  It will be totally boring if I see something I've seen on the TV.  I know this character is original but still.16. To the Star Trek roleplayers, I would like my character to be referred as Commander or ma'am. (now outside of work you may call her Athena)17. I am a type who will only go with one person.  I will not do anything to cheat on that person and I would advice you to not do the same with my partner.  If I hear anything about this, I will hunt you down.  You don't want to mess with a southern girl who thinks her man is being looked upon by another girl in a sexual way.18: Keep your drama off my page.  I don't want to mess with bullsh*t.  I am here to roleplay, not create drama with anyone (unless it's in a storyline) Do it and I will remove you before you can hear me say 'Red Alert!'19. DO NOT CHANGE THE VIEWS OF MY CHARACTER.  IF SHE DISLIKES A GROUP OF SPECIES, LET IT BE.  DO NOT TURN HER INTO A LESBIAN.***I do play Star Trek Online so I will know if you are using content from the game word by word.  I used some but I made it my own***That is all the rules I can think of for now.  If I can think of any more, I will add them.

The crowd around Ken erupted, two brawlers with no gloves, no padding, ready to duke it out in a brawl for the sole purpose of adrenaline was enough to uncaged the animal inside anyone. A lot of blood, sweat, and tears were engraved in the make-shift ring the two combatants stood on. There was nothing incredibly note worthy about either one except their willing to fight, their passion to succeed and win, maybe even their tenacity to break someone's skull with their bare hands, after all, that earned you some bragging rights on the streets. The ring was surrounded by a barricade of iron bars, about waist high, keeping the crowd and participants both out of the way and letting the fighters do what they do best.Ken nodded across the ring, the designated bell keeper tapping down against the hollowed metal with a hammer and a ring shattered the air around them all. Without hesitation, one of the fighters, a tall, yet skinny chap rushed forward, laying a 'cheap shot' into the ribs of his smaller, though fuller opponent. Ken frowned upon those cheap shots, but they weren't forbidden. This was a slaughter house, not a playground. Once that bell rang, if you weren't ready, that was your own problem. The short man fell to his knee after the blow, stunned and as he attempted to rise, the tall man charged like an angry bull and brought his bare knee across the jaw of his opponent, making splinters of his teeth. The short fighter fell made little attempt to catch his weight, even if he had the energy, it was likely a dazed confusion of what just happened. Ken nodded in respect and started to lean away from the rail as the taller man approached, leaning down and throwing one more solid punch into the back of the head of his opponent. Now that was frowned upon. Iritate at the audacity, Ken was willing to ignore it, a heat in the moment approach for a rookie. It happened, even if he wanted to tear his head off for it. But to his shock and awe, he threw another punch, then another, finally dropping a knee, all the while the crowd booing and the bell ringing rapidly."You gettin' up now, homie?! Huh? Wanna run ya' mouth more, motherfucker?!" The tall man's arms left his body, extended out like Jesus on the cross and shouting over the roaring booing, ready to take on anyone else. The other fighters did not jump the rail and beat him because once again, it was frowned upon, that or they were scared. It was always a frightening display when someone was willing to bend the rules, even in a crowd full of cold blood killers, which is exactly what you signed up for when you stepped in that ring."Ya' got a big fuckin' mouth, mate." Ken's voice spoke out strong and stern, the crowd slowly dimming to a silent murmuring. His weight shifted over the guarding barrier and outside the ring set up on the floor, waving over a few fighters to attend to the fallen fighter. "There is one rule here, mate. Ya' don't strike someone who is down. Now ya' gone and pissed off me fighters."Ken was hardly dressed for competition, a retired has-been would sum him up nicely. He sat behind the scenes training fighters, giving them advice, grooming them to make him money. Dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, equally hindering him a pair of worker's boots, it was hardly an attire for competition. Not like the man before him, bare feet, bare knuckles, head shaved, a scar beneath his right eye and his left jaw. This man was younger, faster, and hungrier than him at this stage of his career. Now he was staring down the barrel of someone as dangerous as .45 pointed at their head, finger on the trigger. "Yo, you best get outta MY ring. I won, gimme my money, an' ya'll can suck my dick! Bunch of pussies is what ya'll are. Fuckin' fight like a bunch of pussies." The young man ran his mouth, cashing a whole lot of checks that his ass was not cleared to cover. Ken decided in that moment, that his arrogance was his weakness. One of his few, if not the only weakness he had. "You want your money, fella?" he shouted. The fighter scoffed and crossed his arms. "Yeah, that's right, my fuckin' money or I am gonna kick ya' ass in front of everyone here!"Ken wiped some excess spit on his lips, wiping it down on his jeans, nodding. "Make ya' a deal, mate. Whatever your pay is, I wil dou-- no, triple it, if you fight me. One round. If you knock me on me ass, or I cannot knock ya' on yours, triple." Looking around at the crowd, a sudden cheer started, not to see him come out of retirement for another fight, not even to see a fight, but the stakes just got a lot higher. Ken had something big to prove and not just money to lose now. "Alright, ya' got yourself a deal. Three minutes. That's all I need for a punk ass like ya'self!"As per usual, Ken emptied his pockets, removing his cell phone and wallet, some loose change and a pendent on a necklace that he kept with him. Reaching over, he handed it to the bell keeper, who muttered something like 'just knock this fuckin' cunt on his arse already'. Shaking his hands and becoming more limber, Ken let out a soft sigh. Tension was pretty high, it was a win the ultimate bragging rights fight and both had a lot to lose. His underground fight would be forever ruined and if he won, this kid's career was over. "Ya' ready hot shot?" Ken asked, the fighter across from not saying a word, only giving that 'fuck you' look he has seen a hundred times today alone. Looking over his shoulder, he took notice to the fighter before him, regaining his stance, deep down hoping he was only sticking around to see this arrogant kid get what was coming to him finally. Ken offered a faint wink before tossing his head back and both just in time and not soon enough, as his eyes caught up with the turning speed of his head, the fighter once again took a cheap shot, this time without the bell. His jaw rattled as his fist collided, fortunately for him it was a sloppy hook with a sloppy stance, causing the fist to more so swipe the skin instead of breaking the bone.The bell keeper looked confused, unsure if he should ring the bell or not. To Ken, it didn't matter now. Bell or not, this was about to be a done deal. Another hook cycled through his other arm, a common mistake by a rookie and Ken swiftly ducked, in the same instant swerved his body in a snake like slither and rose up with a heavy fist, driving his knuckles up and under the chin of his opponent. The sound was almost sickening, a loud crunch and teeth clearly shattering in his mouth. The tall man stumbled back, instead of falling, causing Ken to instinctively charge forward himself and leaping into the air, using the weight of his body as momentum and felt his fist strike into the nose and eye socket, making quick work of his opponent.Time felt as if had slow, blood pumping through his veins like battery acid. The tall man fell back and collapsed onto his back, a slow motion figure and an echoed thud. Ken's chest expanded heavily and anger, more than anything, swelled in the deepest regions of his stomach. The lack of respect for another man, for this club that he worked hard to build, for the crowd who paid good money and worst of all, arrogance in a gentleman's sport, it was a mockery against everything he lived for now. Lifting his foot, Ken prepared to soccer punt him in the head, more than likely killing him in the process and nobody would say a thing against him. They wanted to see an example made just as much as he did and as he brought his foot back, it was if time now stopped entirely. Flood gates of emotion opened, screams of terror and shrieking in his mind and a silhouette of his future crumbling. It was in that instant he realized doing this was making him no better than this sack of shit. It made him worse. 'Live by example', a message scribed into the pendent he carried. As time settled back he slammed his foot down and turned, screaming in victory."Now get this cunt outta me establishment, free beers for everyone, and get the next fuckin' fight started!" Ken moved out of the ring and over to the bell keeper, retrieving his personal belongings and even had a faint tear in his eyes. It was not intentional, him coming out of a retirement but it happened. The thrill to fight was jump starting his heart repeatedly as it bounded against his breast plate, letting out a soft laughter. "Cheers, mates!" Hopping over the guard rail, sweat dripping and throwing across the floor, he made his way towards the back and held his hand up high.

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I will be working on character bio's today and the rest of summer so please be patient with me i will try to at least get one girl's bio up a day or every two days depending on how long it takes me i never did character bio's before so yeah

December 25th 2013 This day is super special to me, why you ask? yes it was christmas but it was also the day this guy stole my heart, he waited untill christmas to ask me out. so i said yes :D my friends told me i shouldnt be with him for many reasons & we where on & off we fight alot hah but at the end of the day i love him beyond everything. on May 6th 2013 he became my happy ever after , this day is also my birthday, & i was in disneyworld on the phone to him when he asked me it was a dream day �� ive struggled alot the last year. Nobody knows anything about him but know this hes saved me he came into my life in a time of need, hes my guardian angel because hes saved me, hes made me smile again & see the colours of the world. i love our weird conversations, our picture fights, when he sends me cute funny pictures, or when he sends me selfies when i feel like shit & way to tired. thans to him im back to my old self. & im never letting him go ever again. hes being an ass & wont log onto to rp. but lemme share our cuteness   I LOVE HIM OKAY

Roleplay Preferences and GuidelinesRevisedWELCOME TO MY NOBLE HEARTS OF ELLAN VANNIN VERSE  1.     ALL ADDS ON A TRIAL BASIS 2.     Zero tolerance for status stream whining and threats that you are deleting or will be cleaning out friends list. I simply do that routinely without the negative attention seeking drama. 3.     Zero tolerance for OOC drama---period. 4.     I DO NOT send starters. If that poses a problem do not add me. 5.     No mirrors. Crossovers welcomed. 6.     Do not attempt SL with me if you have a running SL with another person who plays same canon character as I do. I will return the favour. 7.     I work a demanding fulltime job. I check in on weekdays and do most of my active roleplay on weekends. 8.     I reserve the right to profile hop as I have many profiles of various verses/genres. I get bored and need roleplay options. 9.     Do not take any of the edits in my albums. 10.       All writing is intellectual property. 11.       Respect my privacy and time and I will return the favour.I DO NOT SIGN RULES!!!! Thank you for your interest in roleplaying with me.RV