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Leia sat in the cockpit of her personal heavily armored ship, a determined expression upon her face even as she gazed stonily out the viewport at the streaks of stars as the Alderaan III whipped by. She exhaled sharply as she leaned back in her seat, back straight as could be.There was much to see, much to ponder, and much to figure out. Things were not how she remembered. In fact, she couldn't even figure out which universe she was in anymore. She had been jumping from one universe to the next, trying to find the one with her arch nemisis and most beloved brother, Anakin Vader. Yet everywhere she went, there was no trace of him. Not even so much as a whisper. In fact, it seemed almost as if the Phoenix Dark Side had simply vanished. In fact, Leia found herself utterly alone, unable to find any of her contacts.The sound of a baby crying got her attention, and within seconds, a second cry joined the first. Okay, so maybe she wasn't completely alone, Leia thought to herself as she rose and retreated to her cabin. When she had awoken several weeks ago, she found herself with two children. Twins it looked like. They both bore some semblence to Leia, yet she had no recollection of being pregnant or even giving birth in...how lond had it been since the quadruplets? A century?As she endered her sparsely decorated cabin, her features softened as she went first to the boy, picking him up and cradling him in her left arm, before turning to the girl and cradleing her in her right. The girl had deep emerald eyes which were very distantly familiar but she couldn't think of who or when she had seen such vivid eyes. And the boy...his eyes were just like her own.The twins cooed at her, recognizing her even if Leia herself didn't. Leia bounced them gently in her arms, talking softly to them."I still don't know what I'm supposed to call you two. Any ideas?" she asked, arching her eyebrow and looking almost expectantly at them for an answer. Of course there was no answer, at least not one Leia could understand, as they just babbled at her in baby talk.She sighed softly and strolled out of the cabin, headed for the galley where she had some food for the twins. She took a seat at the small table with the children still in arm. Once settled, she turned her attention to the fridge which she used the Force to open the door and then levitated two bottles of milk to a pot of water on the stove, setting them in gently before flipping the heat on with the Force.She returned her attention to the twins, wrinkling her nose at her son before rubbing her nose with her daughters. For several minutes, she simply sat there with them, smiling and seemingly happy. Shielded from the twins, were Leia's deeper inner thoughts and emotions.Who was the father? Was he alive or had he died? Was he a good person? Was he a normal person like Han was? Or was he a Sith or a Jedi? What had happened to everyone...and everything? How much time was missing? Why couldn't she remember anything?No, it wasn't that she couldn't remember anything, it was that there were things she couldn't place her finger on. Things that were like words on the tip of her tongue yet when she tried to speak them, they disappeared. And while it troubled her to know that at least nine months of her life was missing, she was strangely content. Perhaps it was the effect of the two children.Leia had never thought she would ever have children again, and yet somehow, someone had given her these two precious children. But they also presented more concerns. Like, what should she tell them when they asked about their father? What if she never learned who their father was? They were obviously gifted with the Force, for they fairly shined with an inner light. Should she raise them to be Jedi? Sith? Or more neutral, more well rounded? And there was still the matter of naming them.She shook her head softly and reached for the bottles of milk with the Force, turning off the stove as they bobbed towards her. Grabbing the bottles with her hands, she tested how warm the milk felt inside. Satisfied it was warm and neither cold nor hot, she up ended the bottles and began feeding the twins. They drank the milk eagerly and when they both had finished, Leia turned her attention to burping them as she made her way back to her cabin with them.After they both had been burped, she laid them down and took her time changing their diapers. When they were both fresh and clean, Leia wrapped them in blankets and carried them back out of the cabin once more, asking them softly, "Who wants to go see hyperspace, huh? We're almost to Alderaan..." Hopefully, she finished mentally. The last few Alderaan's she had come across had been destroyed...nothing to call home.She really hoped she could find someone who knew her and might help her...if not...well shit. Leia kissed her daughter and son's foreheads, more to comfort and reassure herself than either of them.By the Force, please let someone guide me.

OOC: Archive Storyline:IC:LOCATION: PAX'S HOTEL SUITE --  KING RAVEN: Once again Raven invited himself into the private quarters of Pax Erris. Like usual, he used the portal and came through in the bathroom so not to wake him. Raven grinned from ear to ear as he made his soundless approach to the bed. Dragonfly wings sprouted from his back so he flew up, hovering over Pax. And began to sing, "Last night, I had this dream about you, and in this dream I was dancing right besiiiiddde youuu." He continued to grin like a Cheshire cat. The rest of the song he hummed loudly but in perfect tone.  PAX ERRIS: Pax didn't stir for several seconds. He had a habit of drifting into a deep sleep and so he didn't wake right away at the sound of someone singing over him. It was slowly that Pax returned to consciousness, up until a point that he realized someone was there, which suddenly brought him back all the way. "Raven? What the hell are you doing in here in the middle of the night?"  KING RAVEN: "What you consider the middle of the night, I call the golden hour." His blue eyes twinkled. "I'm nocturnal by nature, most Unseelie are. Anyway, I thought I'd come to serenade you." Raven settled himself on the edge of the bed, making his wings disappear from human sight. "Don't stop come a little closer, as we jam the rhythm gets stronger, There's nothing wrong with just a little little fuuunn." He finished singing and bounced the bed. "Get up! Come dance with me!"  PAX ERRIS: "Wait a minute? Serenade me?" Pax groaned into his pillow. "It's the middle of the night and I've got a show to do tomorrow." Raven came and sat on the end of his bed and tried encouraging him to get up and dance. Continuing his song. Pax shook his head. "Raven we're not even the same species.."  KING RAVEN: He -always- had a show in the morning. The man never stopped to have senseless fun. Raven believed him to be a workoholic. Which couldn't be healthy for the rock star. Pax's response to his overturns was quite typical. "So? Many species interbreed. Its a new galaxy out there with more species falling in love with those from a different species. I can't even keep on top of it." Raven smiled and bounced again. "You work too much. You ought to take a break. I could show you a good time without spending much money. You just have to have imagination. Or, as we call it, glamor. That's how I make these." He summoned a ball of light and blew it at Pax. Tons of tiny little firefly like things fluttered around the musician's face before dissipating. "They say fun keeps the heart young." He waggled his eyebrows.  PAX ERRIS: Pax rolled back over onto his back and glanced from under his arm at Raven whilst Raven tried to tell him that he worked too much. He probably did, he conceded to himself, at the same time he felt happiest when he was working. There were few greater feelings than being on stage and taking in that electricity of an adoring audience. He was almost a junkie for that feeling, even if his lifestyle left him exhausted more often than not.  Money was never an issue with Pax, he had more than even he knew what to do with. Money had never been a motivation for him choosing his current career path. "Look.. I doubt anything would come of the prospect of a relationship between us.."  KING RAVEN: That simply made the Fey tilt his head back and laugh. It wasn't discouraging to him; quite the opposite, it made him want to try harder. He felt he could show the mortal a few things about love and fun together. "But we're already in a relationship. I work for you as security, have you forgotten? I'm just trying to add more spice to our relationship . Its not every day a man or woman holds the fancy of the King of Fairies." He was tired of watching how exhausted Pax was after every concert. The man was digging himself into an early grave. "If I sing another song, would that change your mind?" His eyes became large as moons as he pouted in Pax's direction. In the moonlight his eyes appeared almost silver.  PAX ERRIS: Pax sat up a little, propping himself on his elbow and studied Raven's expression. To say Raven was persistent was to put it mildly. Slowly, Pax sat up. "Working for me, is different.." Pax answered, he just wanted to flop back in the bed and pull the covers up over his head. The 'why me?' attitude seemed to have kicked in totally by that point. Pax regarded Raven's question with what appeared to be certainty about whether or not another song would change his mind. "I doubt it.."  KING RAVEN: "It's still a relationship."Raven pointed out gleefully. He watched Pax looking miserable at having been woken up so late in the night...or early morning, rather. Time didn't exist to Raven in the same way it did to humans. Time. Never ending. He started to sing slowly. "Never thought you'd make me perspire, never thought I'd do you the same, never thought I'd fill will desire, never thought I'd feel so ashamed. My sweeet prince..." It was a low, unsettling song, almost hypnotic. Raven really was good at singing, he just had a different style from Pax: a darker style. He ran a hand back through his hair and inched closer to Pax. "My sweet Prince."  PAX ERRIS: "Well there are lots of different kinds of relationships Raven. They all don't necessarily lead to romance. You're on my pay-roll but then again so are thousands of others.." Pax pointed out, sitting up fully. He sighed when Raven started singing a new song and flopped back in the bed, grabbing the empty pillow he put it over his head.  KING RAVEN: Raven ceased his serenade and tipped his head to the side in askance. He knew the difference between being paid help and romantically involved. He just didn't see a reason for them not to be romantically involved with one another. They both had talent, good looks, and the power to charm an audience. The King Fairy considered another song. "A friend in need is a friend indeed, a friend with weed is better, and when he's pressed he will undress and make for boxing clever." Raven's teeth flashed white in the moonlight.  PAX ERRIS: What was it going to take to shut Raven up? That was what was going through Pax's mind at that point when he launched into yet another song. He groaned. He had to get up early in the morning and travel to his next appointment. His days were long and tiresome and Pax had come to rely on what little sleep he did manage to get, which averaged about four or five hours per night. At least when he couldn't be bothered with company. Finally he just threw the pillow at Raven's face. "I need to sleep."  KING RAVEN: The pillow hit him square in the face, nearly causing him to fall backwards off the bed. Instead of being indignant and cross, he held the pillow in both hands as if measuring his next move. It didn't take long. Without warning he grabbed one end of the pillow and smacked Pax in the head. "Pillow fight!" He dove on the other man, smacking him repeatedly with a pillow. Rolling off him, he grabbed the second pillow on the twin bed and started to playfully beat him with it. "So you ARE into foreplay."  PAX ERRIS: After throwing the pillow, Pax dropped back into the bed and pulled the blankets up over his head. He just wanted sleep, but how could he get that point across to the persistent King of the Fairies? His attempt at sanctuary hadn't lasted more than a few seconds though and soon Pax felt a sudden hit in the head with the pillow he'd thrown at Raven earlier because he just wanted to sleep. Much to Pax's irritation Raven saw being hit in the face with a pillow as an attempt at foreplay. "Argh!" He threw the covers off and jumped out of his bed. He'd had about all he could stand. "Raven... I'm a human. I. NEED. Sleep."  KING RAVEN: That got his attention. "Oh yeah. You're human. Sometimes I forget. You're such a beautiful human it easy to forget your needs. Very well. I shall leave you to your rest and will see you bright and early for the concert! Tata!" And with that, he disappeared into a golden hole shaped like the sun.  ~~ END~~ 

pein stands in the crater where once the village standed alonmg with his six path bodies around in the smoke*

the cool night fog was unsettling even to someone like him. samayou would be standing infront of a window of a small three room cabin which over looked a lake. samayou looked to be in his mid 20's. he was a white slender male but had a well toned and meduim build body. which was easily told from how his clothing hugged his body. he wore a gray and black shirt which was tight. to match his shirt he wore black cargo slacks and combat boots.his expression was kinda sad though with how his crystal blue hues looked out at the lake. the cool air made the lake formed a light fog that slowly moved along through the forest. the full moon though could clearly be seen from the cabin. he would then slowly lets a sigh escape his breath as he turned to look into the door way of the other room where a young women was sitting. her name was livia winchester.samayou was not a evil or wicked at heart. but he needed her for his plans to be able to work. samayou was not human for the most part he was something much more complicated. he was the son of lucifer the fallen angel of heaven. but he was not just angel he was half human. as he looked in the room at you he would move his right hand to his forehead cupping it for a moment and closing his eyes. as he did this a ghost like form of lucifer would be standing across the room from him laughing as he stood there with his arms crossed. lucifer would smile as he started talking to samayou.lucifer: " oh son you are doing well all you have to do is wait now but we could pass the time by tourchering this young women maybe she might know more than she is willing to say to the likes of you."he would say to samayou with that evil grin he always had. though samayou was having issues keeping his mind focused with him always trying to talk to him. samayou was the only person who could see or hear lucifer but for some reason to samayou he was real. he was in his mind he knew everything he was thinking. samayou would slowly move his hand from his forehead before walking across the room and pasted his father into the next room but not with out speaking once.Samayou:" we agreed to i would only take her captive...."he would say with a stern voice but not with out his eyes showing the look of doubt and questioning himself wondering if his father was right could she know more and all. she did have demon powers after all. he would then stop right infront of her moving his right hand to the hood he had over her head and pulling it off so that she could see him and he could see her. he knew she did not know who he was since samayou was only rumored to be a legend even in the hunters world. she was tied to a steel chair with chains forged form his blood. they were unbreakable expect by the one who made them. he would stand there looking down at you in the chair. he was waiting for dean and sam to come which he knew not when that would be but he would slowly then speak to livia but with a slightly kinder voice than he did before he walked in the room which looked like he was talking to himself." do you need any water......"he would ask as he heard something from out side which caused him to turn slightly to face the door of the cabin wondering if it might be them already here or what ever it could be

(This rant was inspired by a vid that I saw on youtube prior to this.)I am getting tired of hearing DBZtards, Narutards, and other -tards of different animes/mangas that stating that certain main characters are way better then other main characters from different animes or mangas. And here is the thing...unless it has been proven that they exist, and I used the term 'exist' very firmly by the way, in the same world, like DBZ verse and the Naruto verse are in fact the same verse, one shouldn't be all stating 'Naruto can kick Goku's butt, because Naruto is uber-strong' without debate. Besides, the only way that I can consider it canon whatever or not those facts are true or not, is the creators of the respectable animes/mangas are stating which characters of theirs are stronger then the other. I can't believe how some of those fans are so....*angry grunts." Besides, I should know, I was one of them, stating that Goku is the uber-badass. But I grew out of that phase considering that I caught myself not listening to reason. Now, here is the thing that I would accept....now, while Goku can win in the fight against Naruto, (hear me out first, I am getting to a point.) Goku wouldn't be be out of that fight without some battle injuries. And may I remind everyone that it is depends on what story-arc that we are taking the character out of. Like say, Goku (before his training with Korin, the cat-guy for those who don't know) fight against Naruto (after he learn the shadow clones, before learning the Rasgengan) that would be a tough battle to judge. Now, to those who won't listen to reason, why are you so uptight about the facts? Besides, it is not like it is gonna kill you to listen to reasons and to the facts as well. Know your character well, and of other characters as well.

Holy gee willikers, Batman! It's a set of rules. They'll be short and straight to the point. Follow them and you won't make me shoot you in the foot. Rule # 1 You do not talk about Fight Club. Rule # 2 You do not talk about Fight Club.But, really, on a serious note -

1) I am not Goku in real life. The rights to the character belongs to his creator. So, please, refrain from asking if I am Goku in real life.2) Relationships are a biggie to me. I know that Goku is with Chi-Chi in the canon anime and whatnot. But remember folks, this is rping, not retelling. So, I don't mind who I am with in rping, as long as that person is faithful, as I am to that person.3) I rp in para, multi, and rarely one-liners (if they are proven to be interesting.) Novella are diffcult for me to handle. Messages are for rping, though you have to tell me why rping should be in comments. 4) ooc chats are fine, as long as you mention that it is ooc. Otherwise, I have to assume that we are rping.5) This rule has been added due to some people on here. If you guys wanted to blocked me for something that wasn't explained in your rules, please tell me  before you blocked about why you wished to block me. It just make me angry or pissed about it, because I hate not knowing the reason, unless it was stated in your rules. 6) Sexual orientations of other people, like bisexual, gays, lesbians and so forth don't matter to me. Personally, I don't see what the big deal what the sexual orientations are. If you guys are kind and friendly in ooc, then I would do the same to you guys. Kinda of an equal trade as it were. More to come at the later time.

1. I am a Novella writer- To me that means I usually write at least ten paragraphs per comment. I prefer quality however, so if you know that yours dwindles after a certain point, don't go on boring me with fillers just to make the cut. I will make an exception if the writing is worth it. Send me what feels right and all should be fine. I would rather my partners be comfortable and I match what they send, then force anything upon anyone. If five paragraphs is all you can feel confident about then so be it. On that note I will not write with anyone who has a policy of READ WRITE DELETE. I did not just send you twenty paragraphs for it to be deleted in a few days. 2. I have an 18+ rating- This character deals with very adult themes. I believe that is self explanatory, but if you need it spelled out for you, it means I write: Incest, death, gore, sex, drugs and rock and roll. This also means that I am not shy about these things. I RP in comments and discuss in messages. I will not switch to messages when a sex scene comes up. I will fuck in journals and in comments. If that is something you do not want to see then don't read them. I believe that sex is necessary for character development in a story and I have no problems with people reading my storylines which includes any possible sex. Switching to messages when a sex scene comes up and going back to comments when it's over just seems like cyber-sex to me and is fucking retarded. 3. Don't steal- I was inspired by a various number of things so I see no issues in drawing inspiration from something especially in RP but please refrain from copying my story or taking any photos/gifs I may edit from my page, as I have worked on them for a long time and it's just rude otherwise. 4. I don't do RL drama- Unless we become close and you're informing me in messages (or aim) I don't care what your boyfriend, or best friend, or mom has done to you. I also don't care about your issues with other roleplayers which are not my concern. I'm not here to protect anyone who starts fights who I just met over the internet, and if you start that kind of shit, I will kindly see my way out of it. RP drama is a must, but I draw the line there. 5. I am a Multi-Storyline account- Although this is a multi-storyline account, I am no longer seeking out love-interests. Anything I write and or do with any other writer on this site is of a separate universe and therefore none of your concern. 6. Be creative- Don't let these rules intimidate you. I like to think I can be a pretty nice person when you get to know me. So don't be afraid to speak to me. I prefer to discuss storylines so please message me and talk to me about any ideas you may have, and I will do my best to work with you to create a good connection. I would prefer it if I wasn't sent premade starters, because it just reveals that you may be unable to reply with a comment of the same quality after I've taken the time to give you a unique reply. Every storyline is different. Nobody meets the same way every time. 7. If you showed interest send the starter- For the most part, I believe that if you've added me you should send the starter. Sometimes I may break this rule if I'm feeling creative and truly long to write with someone and I may write the starter. I have a tendency to write a lot (which ranges at about 8-20 paragraphs, but I have done much more.) So I don't want my time to be wasted on someone who won't reply accordingly. If you cannot handle that, don't bother. I'm definitely not here to one-line, or talk in text speech. 8. Use proper spelling and grammar- Do try to speak English. I am not perfect and I will make mistakes, but I at least attempt to be coherent. Use spell check, it is readily available on just about every writing program. Re-read before sending comments to me and edit them. It is greatly appreciated. -Now I understand that for some people, English may be their second language, and for cases like this I will not complain so long as I know that what they've sent is the absolute best they could do. In short, don't half ass what you send to me and all will be fine. 9. No Godmoding- I believe we should all try to be as fair as we can. I know that this is hard to do with a world full of bloodthirsty vampires, animalistic werewolves, terrifying demons and powerful gods, but it is possible to write with each other without always trying to one up one another. Fighting just goes on forever otherwise and I'm very picky about choosing fights. I won't rip out your spine or blow you into space and I expect the same courtesy. On that note, don't write for my character, it's fine and dandy to write out responses to actions my character has done, or even to say you watched me do it, but not until after I've done it. In other words don't say you watched me do a funny dance when in my last comment I haven't even stood up yet. Small things like pulling me in a certain direction by the hand are fine though. I mean how else would we get anywhere? 10. No butting in where you don't belong- I post a lot of bulletins, but they're not necessarily for everyone. I understand that bulletins are much more public than messages or comments, and I really don't mind people reading them, so as long as I don't address anyone specifically they are free game. However if I express that a bulletin is for someone else, please keep from throwing in your two cents. If it is written that I am speaking in the privacy of my own room with another character, there's no way you could ever see the conversation even if it is in bulletins. So move on, and don't respond unless you're called upon, no matter how the bulletin may make you feel. Feel free to laugh or respond to any random banter you find amusing, however. 11. Be patient- Did I mention I hate people who complain? That includes people who rush me for replies. I answer people as quickly as possible, but I do have a life outside of RP and several other characters that demand my attention. I also like to take my time, because I refuse to send people crap. If I am taking longer than usual, I will message you and tell you why. Don't rush me, don't posts statuses saying things like, "Comments people!" "I'm bored!" "Pay attention to me!" "No one's talking!" It is annoying, and I will delete you. I can't stand fucking attention whores. 12. I am here to Roleplay-I am on this site because I long to roleplay, so don't ask me stupid fucking questions like "Do you want to roleplay?" I will delete you. This is a Roleplaying site, what the bloody hell do you think I want to do? Catch my interest, send me a storyline idea and I will add to it. Send me an interesting starter and I will reply. That is what I'm here for.-As a side note I'd just like to say again that I am here to write. I understand that we are here to have fun, but to me actual role play comments are fun as well.  I want a storyline in between all the random bullshitting. I don't want to lose that. Thank you. -Prince Song

Name: Cavra IzumiAge: Looks 21 but is really about 700Gender: FemaleSpecies: Wolf Demon GoddessHair Color: Long black hair with red bangsEye Color: RedSexual Orientation: Bi but leans towards females more then malesStatus: SingleOccupation: Bounty HunterHome Town: Wolf Pack Island (Germany)Tattoos: under her right eye is a black tear drop and on her forehead under her bangs is a red crescent moon.

Name: SoubiAge: Looks 21 but is really about 700Gender: MaleSpecies: Wolf DemonHair Color: Long blond hair with purple streaksEye Color: Light PurpleSexual Orientation: Gay/SekeStatus: SingleOccupation: Doctor / ArtistHome Town: unknownTattoos: His whole back is covered by two large coi fish looking like they are swimming up his back with a few lilly pads and flowers.

Name: Akemi TsukinoAge: Looks 25 but is really about 850Gender: MaleSpecies: VampireHair Color: Long black hair with red streaksEye Color: Red but to hide what he is around people they are graySexual Orientation: Gay/SekeStatus: Love's SeverusOccupation: History TeacherHome Town: unknownTattoos: A large golden,emerald,black dragon covers his whole back and on his right upper arm is a black rose.

Name: AngelusAge: Looks 28 but is really about 1,000Gender: MaleSpecies: DragonHair Color: Shoulder length gray hairEye Color: RedSexual Orientation: Gay/SekeStatus: SingleOccupation: Was a prince till his father banished for being a vegetarian but now is the guardain of a nearby forestHomeTown: unknownTattoos: big black dragon wings on his back.

I bit of a note before I begin. If my profile appears strange, the culprit would mostly be because you are using Internet Explorer and IE is every browser's retarded cousin. My profile is best viewed in Mozilla Firefox, Safari and Chrome, because those browsers make sense. Thanks.1. I am a Novella writer- To me that means I write, at the very least, ten paragraphs per comment. I prefer quality however, so if you know that yours dwindles after a certain point, don't go on boring me with fillers just to make the cut. Send me what feels right and all should be fine. On that note I will not write with anyone who has a policy of READ WRITE DELETE. I did not just send you twenty paragraphs for it to be deleted in a few days. 2. I have an 18+ rating- This character deals with very adult themes. I believe that is self explanatory, but if you need it spelled out for you, it means I write:  Death, gore, sex, drugs and rock and roll. This also means that I am not shy about these things. I RP in comments and discuss in messages. I will not switch to messages when a sex scene comes up. I will fuck in journals and in comments. If that is something you do not want to see then don't read them. I believe that sex is necessary for character development in a story and I have no problems with people reading my storylines which includes any possible sex. Switching to messages when a sex scene comes up and going back to comments when it's over just seems like cyber-sex to me and is fucking retarded. 3. Don't steal- I know that The Doctor is a character from a television show and therefore not my property, however please refrain from copying my writing or any AU information I may include upon my page.  Do not take any photos/gifs or navigation links I may edit from my page, as I have worked on them for a long time and it's just rude. 4. I don't do RL drama- Unless we become close and you're informing me in messages (or aim) I don't care what your boyfriend, or best friend, or mom has done to you. I also don't care about your issues with other roleplayers which are not my concern. I'm not here to protect anyone who starts fights who I just met over the internet, and if you start that kind of shit, I will kindly see my way out of it. RP drama is a must, but I draw the line there. 5. I am a Multi-Storyline account- I am no one's husband, unless I state otherwise. I am not cheating on anyone. Every storyline is unique.  I will roleplay any Doctor you may prefer as well as an AU Twelfth Doctor (with Gerard Way as plaby) for entirely new adventures. 6. Be creative- Don't let these rules intimidate you. I like to think I can be a pretty nice person when you get to know me. So don't be afraid to speak to me. I prefer to discuss storylines so please message me and talk to me about any ideas you may have, and I will do my best to work with you to create a good connection. I would prefer it if I wasn't sent premade starters, because it just reveals that you may be unable to reply with a comment of the same quality after I've taken the time to give you a unique reply. Every storyline is different. Nobody meets the same way every time. 7. If you showed interest send the starter- For the most part, I believe that if you've added me you should send the starter. Sometimes I may break this rule if I'm feeling creative and truly long to write with someone and I may write the starter. I have a tendency to write a lot (which ranges at about 8-20 paragraphs, but I have done much more.) So I don't want my time to be wasted on someone who won't reply accordingly. If you cannot handle that, don't bother. I'm definitely not here to one-line, or talk in text speech. 8. Use proper spelling and grammar- Do try to speak English. I am not perfect and I will make mistakes, but I at least attempt to be coherent. Use spell check, it is readily available on just about every writing program. Re-read before sending comments to me and edit them. It is greatly appreciated. -Now I understand that for some people, English may be their second language, and for cases like this I will not complain so long as I know that what they've sent is the absolute best they could do. In short, don't half ass what you send to me and all will be fine. 9. No Godmoding- I believe we should all try to be as fair as we can. I know that this is hard to do with a world full of bloodthirsty vampires, lazer gun wielding aliens, animalistic werewolves, terrifying demons and powerful gods, but it is possible to write with each other without always trying to one up one another. Fighting just goes on forever otherwise and I'm very picky about choosing fights. I won't rip out your spine (I may blow you into space however) and I expect the same courtesy. On that note, don't write for my character, it's fine and dandy to write out responses to actions my character has done, or even to say you watched me do it, but not until after I've done it. In other words don't say you watched me dance around in a chicken suit when in my last comment I haven't even put the suit on yet. Small things like pulling me in a certain direction by the hand are fine though. I mean how else would we get anywhere? 10. No butting in where you don't belong- I post a lot of journals, but they're not necessarily for everyone. I understand that journals are much more public than messages or comments, and I really don't mind people reading them, so as long as I don't address anyone specifically they are free game. However if I express that a journal is for someone else, please keep from throwing in your two cents. If it is written that I am speaking in the privacy of my own room with another character, there's no way you could ever see the conversation even if it is in journals. So move on, and don't respond unless you're called upon, no matter how the journal may make you feel. Feel free to laugh or respond to any random banter you find amusing however. 11. Be patient- Did I mention I hate people who complain? That includes people who rush me for replies. I answer people as quickly as possible, but I do have a life outside of RP and several other characters that demand my attention. I also like to take my time, because I refuse to send people crap. If I am taking longer than usual, I will message you and tell you why. Don't rush me, don't posts statuses saying things like, "Comments people!" "I'm bored!" "Pay attention to me!" "No one's talking!" It is annoying, and I will delete you. I can't stand attention whores. 12. I am here to Roleplay-I am on this site because I long to role play, so don't ask me stupid questions like "Do you want to roleplay?" I will delete you. This is a Roleplaying site, what the bloody hell do you think I want to do? Catch my interest, send me a storyline idea and I will add to it. Send me an interesting starter and I will reply. That is what I'm here for.-The Doctor.

Death lies in wait amidst the fog's filmy, gray skirts.  Concealed in those luminous veils, it stands patiently, scythe in hand, ready for any passersby.   Low-lying tule fog that forms during California's late fall and winter is the leading cause of weather-related traffic deaths in the Golden State.  On a foggy morning in November  1996, in the southbound lane of Highway 99 south of Fresno, a semi-truck and trailer braked hard to avoid something the driver thought he saw at the limits of his headlights in the fog.  The truck fishtailed and rolled.  Immediately a Dodge SUV, three passenger vehicles, and a flat-bed truck hauling bales of hay crashed headlong into the overturned semi.  Other drivers, plying through the fog at speeds much too fast for the limited visibility, followed suite, slamming at frightful velocity into the growing rubble of cars and trucks.  Before it was done, 132 vehicles lay in a smoky, twisted ruin, 29 were dead and another 67 were seriously injured. So when the fog descends, the mood of an average Californian descends with it, graying into caution with just a pinch of frightfulness.  Sunnydale, California lies north of Los Angeles, just outside of the San Fernando Valley, far enough east from the Pacific to avoid most of the coastal fog that plagues seaside communities such as Ventura and Santa Barbara, but well south of the Central Valley where tule fog consorts with the Reaper to occasionally maim and kill drivers en mass on Interstate 5 and old Highway 99.  So when a cloying, dense fog descended upon Sunnydale in late September 1998, the populace thought it was odd, but they'd seen many an odd thing in that California town, and events and entities much scarier than bad weather. What they didn't expect though, were the creatures that drifted into town with the fog, that were cohorts or products of the lowering gray mists just as surely as Death lurks in the wispy veils of tule fog that collect and converge into catastrophes on the highways of the Central Valley.   In the alley behind the Bronze, the fog crept and slithered among the shadows, sending tendrils out to seemingly explore dank corners and doorways, boiling up in places while stretching out amoeba-like in others.  Monsters emerging from the fog on a moonlit night is an over-used clich�.  Worse yet is to have some worn-out stereotype take shape and materialize out of the gray nothingness.  But that's exactly what happened on that late September eve.  Count Dracula, his black silken cape swirling about his feet, steps from the fog, his eyes hauntingly mesmerizing and glowing in the dark.   This is Bela Lugosi's Count Dracula in every detail, from his thick, greased back hair to Lugosi's famous malevolent smirk.  But the Count isn't the only instantly-recognizable monster on the prowl tonight.  Across town near the high school, Frankenstein's monster lumbers out of the fog, holding his huge, stitched-together hands out straight.  And in the cemetery, the Mummy is searching for the Book of Amun-Ra, dragging one damaged foot behind it as it maneuvers among the headstones.  Our story begins on 22 September 1998.  It's Buffy and the gang's senior year in high school.  They are still months away from Mayor Richard Wilkin's ascension and the fateful graduation ceremony that brings high school to an explosive finale.   Rupert Giles is in the library.  Its mid-morning and he's fretting over some disturbing news in the Sunnydale paper.  Of course, the library is devoid of students.  It's just Giles and his musty books.  Outside, it's another sunny and bright California day.  The fog and the things that dwell within it have retreated into the shadows until nightfall. Story Lead:  Giles