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Disclaimer: I am not nor will I ever claim to be the person you see in any picture you find on my page. I am a role player nothing more, the images give my character a face and nothing more.A warning to those who hold too tightly to Cannon, and believe known characters in the Star Wars verse should be kept true to already established Cannon, look somewhere else. My version of the Guardsmen known as Major Grodin Tierce is going to anger you as he is an original character, got a problem with it I don't want to hear it. You have an edit friend and delete button for a reason, use it. I've played this character for a few years now, I'm not changing him for anyone. Those who don't mind seeing a fresh spin on an established name, feel free to keep me on your list, chat with me, and engage in role play or story lines.  I'm an adult, I will act as such and use language that reflects that. When necessary foul language and graphic language may be used. If the situation warrants a description that could be considered graphic and you can't handle that, tell me BEFORE we ever start writing anything out. If I'm the one starting the blog or comment and you haven't told me to leave that kind of language out before hand and it ends up in there and offends you, I might become annoyed and tell you I won't rewrite it as you've been warned if you took the time to read this blog. You'll either have to deal with it and get past it, or delete me and end the role play. I put too much time into my writing to go back and redo everything every time something offends someone. I'd never get anything done if I did simply because what offends one may not offend the next person. If your one that likes to start drama and cause problems for people, leave my page now and don't bother adding me. If you've already added me, then do me a favor and save me the headache and either grow up or see your way off my list. I've been in rp for twenty years now, endured enough of the drama on MySpace I'm not putting up with it any longer. I have no tolerance for it. Length: Everyone has their own preference for what they like to see and don't like. Personally I'm able to manage anything from para to novella. Novella doesn't happen often for me due to not having the time to always keep that length, not always having enough creativity for it, and not always having the patience. My usual range tends to be multi-para to semi-novella. I will NEVER demand that anyone meet any length I give them. The only thing I will ever ask of anyone is that they give me enough detail and length to be able to continue building the story we have between our characters, whatever it may be at that time. Replies: Sometimes I may have your reply back to you in an hour or two, sometimes it might take me six months or more. It varies based on the demands of life. Sadly I do have some semblance of a life outside of rp... some days I wish I didn't, but wouldn't we all love to escape reality some days? I have friends and family to attend to, and I do have health concerns that require me to spend a lot of time in and out of doctors appointments and sometimes the hospital. If you can't handle waiting for a reply then leave now. You are NOT worth my energy, my health, or my limited free time. I will get to you when I get to you. If you can't reach me for several months send a message to Rebelious Angel Noroga. She knows me in real life, she'll be able to answer your questions as to when I might be able to return to rp, and what is keeping me away. But she will ONLY answer you if your nice about it. Be rude or demanding and she'll tell you where to shove your question just as quickly as I would. Basics: Don't auto-hit, god-mode, meta-game, or puppeteer with my character. I won't do it to you, so don't do it to me. This is your first warning, the second will come if I catch you in the act of any of these things, your third will be when you log on one day and find that you've been removed from my friends list. Ooc chat will be in messages only. Role play and story lines will be in blogs and comments only. If you don't like that set up, tough. The character limit on comments here is ridiculously large if it exists at all. Don't give me the excuse of comments cut off way too short for your liking, I'll laugh at you, call you a fool and tell you to reread my rules then place the post in the appropriate place, or to remove yourself from my list.

WARNING: SPOILERS FOLLOW!Clayface: Seriously, I don't know why I'm even here, I haven't been in this continuity at all!Croc: Uh, I've only been in a cameo role in the second movie by Dee Bo, and I was in that little dumb Anime Featurette.Crow: Well, I was in...Croc: We know Jon, you don't have to rub it in our faces.Bane: SHUT UP! My movie's starting!Croc: Your movie?Bane: Um, yeah!*Bane talks for the first time in the movie.*Bane: WHAT? I don't sound like Sean Connery meets Christopher Walken meets Gary Oldman! I'm supposed to sound Latin... Like Alberto Del Rio or something!Croc: Congrats, you do now!Bane: Shut up before I break your arms again.Croc: You shut up before I feed you a broken rib sandwich!Talia: Damn, Marion Cotillard looks drop dead gorgeous!Croc: Um... Hathaway looks much hotter.Clayface: I agree. Seriously, how is this even an argument?Bane: Ya'll are perverts, you know that?Croc: *Points to Clayface* He's the pervert!Bane: How's your wife Waylon?Croc: Fucking bite me Bane!Clayface: You know, I may be a pervert, but I'm not the one wearing a thong on my face!Croc: What the...? GODDAMMIT! Now I'll never unsee that!Bane: At least he kicked the Venom early!Croc: yeah, and Tom looks like he put on quite a bit of weight since Warrior. Then again, when you first kicked the Venom, you were...Bane: Still able to break the Joker's back in one slam!Crow: And still a blowhard!Croc: Whatever motherfuckers, bottom line is... *Hears a line about a giant alligator in the sewers.* I WAS TOTALLY IN THIS MOVIE!Talia: Congrats Waylon, how does it feel to be mentioned in a movie and resembled in another?Croc: How the fuck does Selina's lesbian roommate Holly get a bigger role than either one of us? And furthermore, what the fuck are you doing here anyway Talia?Talia: Um... I'm a fan?Croc: Right... BOttom line is I was in more movies than you!Bane: Wait, now I'm the son of Ra's? So that makes what Talia and I did incest?Clayface: No, that makes you another notch in her belt. OW! *Gets nutshotted by Talia.* What was that for?Talia: I'm a lady Karlo!Clay: yeah, a woman who slept with half of the Arkham Rogues gallery AND Batman! *Gets another nut shot, this time from Bane.*Croc: Shut the fuck up Clay! Oh look, it's the Steelers! Maybe Hines Ward will be blown to bits!Bane: WRONG! I blew up the entire team EXCEPT for Hines Ward!Clayface: Didn't he retire this year?Crow: OH LOOK! I'm in this movie too!Croc: Yeah, playing the part Harvey played in No Man's Land. Do something fucking original for once!Crow: At least I don't rip off my characteristics from Michael Clarke Duncan roles.Clayface: Dude, he has a point.*Tatsu pops out of nowhere.*Tatsu: Actually, Dad should stop with the MCD references because the more he acts like him, the closer he will come to eating like him, and we all know Mike is aCroc: One more word Tatsu and I'll shove your gum drops up your ass then force you to eat them.Tatsu: I'll shut up now. *Goes back to where he was seated.*Croc: Whoa, is this what I think it is?Clay: It is.Bane: This movie is about to get a lot more metal!All 3 of the big Gothamite metalheads: WALL OF DEATH!*The scene switches to the fight between Batman and Bane*Croc: And there's a familiar and refreshing scene: Bane being repeatedly punched in the face... Hey, why did that bitch stab Batman?*The revelation of Miranda's true identity arises*All 5: WHOA!Talia: KNEW IT! She IS gorgeous!Croc: revel in your moment bitch, I was in more movies than both of you idiots! Well, not counting the porno tapes Talia made with all of us.Crow: Except me! I meant the movies, not the porn, because she totally made one with me.Croc: SHUT THE FUCK UP CROW BEFORE I SHOVE YOUR ASS UP YOUR ASS AND MAKE YOU TASTE YOUR OWN GASTRIC WASTE!Talia: Plus, I never slept with you Crow. And no, I didn't make tapes for any of you idiots! Not even you Bane, and I liked you a lot!Bane: If Tom Hardy doesn't get an Oscar for this, it's horseshit.Croc: Maybe TOm should overdose like Heath Ledger did.Talia: Marion already has an Oscar. I can't complain!Croc: Mike got nominated... Once...Clayface: God, I can't wait til I get a movie.Croc: Not gonna happen, Batman just blew up.Clayface: Oh...Bane: Wait, he's alive. He fixed the autopilot.Croc: Huh... Knew we couldn't give up on him.Bane: There still isn't going to be another movie though.Croc: Whatever, we still have the Arkham games. And they're saying I might get a legitimate boss fight in the next one.Bane: In your fucking dreams.Croc: Whatever. This movie was okay. Talia: I DIED!!!Bane: I got blasted in the face by Catwoman. Shut the fuck up!Croc: Whatever. Yeah it was good. Now to unsee the line Clayface made about your mask in this movie.Clayface: FACETHONG! FACETHONG! FACETHONG!The rest of the crew: GODDAMMIT!

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Back in the 51st Century, fellow time agents Elizabeth and Captain Jack Harkness worked together like a well oiled machine. They knew each other inside out, forward and backwards, back to front; they were a team in every respect of the word, and to see them together, one would almost think that they could read each other's thoughts. They knew exactly what to do to make the other one feel good, and most importantly, they trusted each other with their lives. That was then; in a time before THEY came and took her away;  in a time before she became another star on the wall of remembrance, along with the other missing or dead agents who couldn't be names for security reasons; in a time before Jack knew she was dead!It began on their first day of working together. Beth, who just happened to share the same surname as Jack, was a newly appointed Time Agent, sent to finish her training under him. She and Jack bonded immediately, not through sexual chemistry (although that came in time, normally after a night on the Jack Daniels), but because of a connection that they shared; a bond that was so powerful that they instinctively knew what the other was thinking; knowing if the other was happy or sad or, more importantly, lost, injured, or in danger; and they knew exactly how to get the other one to safety.  No-one knew why, or even how, they shared this connection, least of all Beth and Jack. They just went with the flow.   Elizabeth (Beth) was tall, slim, and elegant. She had long tousled auburn hair and blue eyes and it was rumoured that she came from noble Irish ancestry, going back centuries to a land long forgotten by time. Jack often joked they must have met each other in another time and that centuries later, he and Beth were the result of them having children together. This made Beth laugh, even though she felt a little uneasy at the thought of it, especially as they had shared a bed on a number of occasions!    For years, Jack had mourned Beth's passing, but now he had a new life in a new time. It had taken him a long time to get over her death. The hardest part was the feeling of emptiness. After years of feeling the oneness of mind that they shared, the connection was severed and whenever he tried to reach out to her, all he felt was a deep nothingness. Now, although Beth was never far from his thoughts, he was happy in his new life and whenever he thought about her, he felt peace. His friends accepted how Jack felt about Beth. They accepted her as a part of his life and, in a strange way, a part of their lives too; and they knew that even if Beth was to somehow return, Jack's long lost soul-mate posed absolutely no threat!  It happened while he was shaving. Jack had been standing admiring his naked physic in front of the mirror. He moved over to the sink, smeared aftershave over his handsome face, reached for the razor and began to glide it over his jaw line. Suddenly, he felt a searing pain in his lower cheek. At first he thought that he'd cut himself shaving, but no blood had been drawn. "Strange", he thought to himself. He hadn't felt a pain like this since Alex punched Beth in the face thinking that 'she' was a certain 'he' who had been raiding the staff canteen at night. He'd stayed back late, hiding out, waiting for the intruder to show his face. Unfortunately Beth had left her radio on the table and decided to get it before leaving for home and got the full brunt of his fist on her cheek. It was hard to distinguish who felt it the most, Beth, Alex... or Jack, who was waiting in the foyer!!!Meanwhile, in a place god knows where, a girl was waking up from a drug induced sleep. Weakly, she sat up in what seemed to be a hospital bed and ripped out the tube that was plugged into her vein in her arm. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and tried to stand up, only to fall over, cracking her jaw on the metal table beside the bed. With barely any voice, she tried yelling for help, but no-one came! Summoning all the strength she could muster, she somehow managing to get herself to her feet she staggered out into deserted corridor. Stopping to catch her breath, she looked into an old cracked mirror that was hanging on the wall. Running her fingers through her long auburn hair, she gazed into the big blue eyes that were looking back at her, and studied the pale reflection; a reflection that she did not recognise!Suddenly a loud high pitched noise came over the speaker system. Beth grabbed her head and tried to blot it out by covering her ears, but it was too late. She was brought to her knees by the searing pain of the sound, and too weak to do anything about it, she became resigned to the fact that her head would explode with pain; but the noise stopped as suddenly as it had started. Two men in uniform came dashing through the door, picked her up from the floor, and took her back to her room. One of the men took a syringe and injected her in the neck. "There is no escape, Miss Harkness," he said coldly, "Not until you give us the information we seek!"The voices began to fade into oblivion as darkness enveloped her; and a million miles away, Jack's crushing headache began to subside!-----------------------------------------------------------------------------  [The following is adapted from a roleplay game, played out in 2006 by myself and jackharkness.] She was sitting at a corner table. The dustiness of the desert heat was screaming at her to take a drink of the cool beer she held in her hands. "On in five," someone yelled from the bar. "OK," she replied.   As the piano began to play, she emptied her glass, placed it on the table, made her way to the bar stool in the centre of the small stage, and began to sing. Ev'ry time we say goodbye I die a little Ev'ry time we say goodbye I wonder why a little Why the Gods above me who must be in the know Think so little of me they allow you to go.... As he stepped out of the TARDIS, Jack heard the dulcet tones of an all too familiar melody drifting across the silence of the desert sands."Don't go wandering off now, Jack," came a voice from inside the TARDIS. "And if you HAVE to wonder off, do it in style! After all, you don't need me to tell you to be careful out there."  "You worry too much Doctor," he yelled back as he stretched himself in the still of the desert heat.   A shiver ran through him as he listened to the haunting melody that was caught up in the nomadic stillness. "Pretty, he thought to himself as he listened," Real pretty!" Suddenly, a wave of recognition hit him full on. His heart missed a beat as he realised that he was listening to a voice from the past. A voice that he'd not heard since the 51st century. He trudged across the sand, taking about 20 minutes to reach the outskirts of the small town. The music was louder now, and he followed it down the street to a small saloon style bar. His heart was pounding in his chest as he reached for the door-knob. "Surely not," he said to himself, "Surely it can't be her!" He went inside and saw her over by the piano. "Beth," he said under his breath, "Oh Beth!" He grabbed a beer and sat at a small table at the back of the room. He watched and he listened.   She finished her set to the sound of light applause, and walked over to the bar. "Gimme a cold one, Charley," she said to the bar tender, "And make it a large one will ya." Jack wanted to talk to her, to touch her, to hold her, but what was he to say? "Sorry I haven't been around for the last god knows how many centuries, but I thought you were dead? No, that would never do. Gotta be more subtle that," he thought to himself, wishing that the Doctor was here to give him moral support. He slowly made his way over to where Beth was standing, and tapped her on the shoulder. "Of all the gin joints in all the worlds," he said with a grin, "I have to walk into yours!"   "How many times have I heard THAT one," she said to herself with a sigh. She turned to face him. Smiling sweetly, she looked into the eyes of the handsome face in front of her. "What can I do for you Mr... ?" His heart stops beating in its tracks, and a cold clammy feeling enveloped him as he realised that she hadn't the foggiest idea who he was!He gazed into the blankness of her eyes. "Maybe it's not her at all," he thought, "And yet, how could it NOT be?" His mind was running ten to the dozen now. His pulse rate rising to a dangerous level. His breathing getting shallower with each breath. "This can't be happening," he thought to himself, "This cannot be happening." Maybe his mind was clouded with the tricks of past and future years. Maybe the effects of the radiation cloud that the TARDIS passed through was taking its toll. Maybe.... maybe.... he hit the floor heavily as he passed out with a resounding crash.    "Another drunk?" shouted Charley questioningly from the other end of the bar."Didn't seem drunk to me, Charley," she said as she knelt beside him among the broken glass. "Don't smell of booze either. Pass me a damp towel and get some water." She smiled to herself. "Kinda cute," she thought as she placed the damp towel over his face and mopped his brow. "In fact.... real cute!" She shuddered as a feeling of D�j� Vu entered her mind. Jack slowly opened his eyes. "What just happened?" he asked, in the knowledge that he is normally in full control of all his faculties. "I'm not sure," she said gently as she continued to mop his brow, "I don't normally have that kind of effect on men!"The resounding heat of the desert, coupled with the shock of seeing her again, had all been too much for Jack. He was certain now. It IS her. But how? He raised his arm and ran the tips of his fingers down the side of her cheek. "Beth?" he said gently. "What happened to you?" All she could remember of her past, was waking up in the middle of the dunes. "Fell to earth," they said, those who saw her. Charley took her in and nursed her back to health. Some suspected that he knew who she was, and that he was protecting her from some unseen foe. But if he did, he never let on! The only form of 'identification' that she had on her was part of an old torn photograph with a name on the back. The image was of her, so that became her name. She looked at him with a puzzled expression on her face. "Who's Beth?" she said softly as she gazed into his eyes. She wondered why she suddenly felt so desperate to drown herself in his memories. There was a shout from the back of the bar. "Hey Jack, you want another beer before we shut up shop?"  "Yeah," she yelled in reply, "And make it a cold one!"She helped the man to his feet and yelled for Charley to bring an extra beer over to the table in the corner. For some unknown reason she felt completely relaxed and at peace in the presence of the stranger. "So, handsome," she began, "Ain't seen you around these parts before. You a trader?" Charley took over the drinks, looked at the two of them together, and thought back to the day they found her lying in the dunes. He remembered searching through her pockets and finding the small photo. He remembered feeling that danger would only pursue if anyone saw the image, and so he did what he thought best; he tore it in two and placed one half back where he had found it, and the other in his own pocket. He went into the back room and over to a safe that was in the far corner. Opening it, he took out a small tin box and began riffling through the contents. He found what he was looking for, and studied it carefully. It was the matching half of Beth's photo, and the man standing by her side was Jack Harkness.It was 3.00am, and the silence of the dimly lit street was deafening. The only sounds were of muted laughter and chatter that was coming from the saloon bar where Jack and Beth had been sitting in deep conversation for the last two hours. Still shell shocked by the realisation that he'd found his long dead friend, Jack knew he had to tread carefully with this one. He'd lost her once, and he didn't intend to lose her again by telling her the frightening reality that she wasn't who she though she was. Beth went behind the bar to get them both another drink, and Jack ventured outside onto the moonlit porch out back. Charley was sitting in an old rocking chair at the far end. He was watching the green haze on horizon through an old telescope. "Do you believe in fate, Captain Harkness?" he said without looking up from his telescope. Jack was surprised by his question, but more surprised that Charley knew his name. He walked over to him and rested against the front of the porch looking out in the direction of the horizon. Charley looked up from his scope. "There's an old story round these parts that tells of a gateway between here and the future," he said. "They say that it opened up years back, like a vortex, and it let in living machines that near destroyed the planet. Them as believe in the vortex are of a mind that it's waking up." He looked through the telescope again, and breathed a deep sigh. "Do YOU believe in the votex, Captain?" he asked softly. Jack paused and thought for a moment. "Yes," he replied softly, "Yes I do."  Beth came wandering over with a couple of beers and a pot of coffee on a tray. "Hey, Charley," she said, "I didn't know you were still here. You wanna beer?" He took the tray from her hands and placed it on the nearby table. "Remember when I first found you, girl?" he said to her gently. "I said that the day would come when you'd have to trust me and do what I told you, no questions asked?" "Yeah, I remember," she replied with a look of puzzlement on her face. "Show the Captain the photo!" Beth took the small photo from her back pocket and handed it to Jack. "We found that on her the day she come here," he said. He reached into his jacket and removed the matching half, handing it to Jack. Jack looked at the two halves. They fitted together like a hand in a glove. "You take good care of her now, Jack Harkness. I've done all I can, but the vortex is wakin' up and she ain't safe round these parts no more. She's in your care now!" He went back to his telescope.A look of bewilderment came on her face. "What's happening, Charley?" she asked, "What's going down?" Her voice sounded calm, but Charley knew differently. The sun was beginning to rise over the horizon and a strange sound was humming on the breeze as it crossed the desert sand. Charley looked up from his telescope and walked over to her. "You ain't safe here Jack, or should I call you Beth? Not no more. The vortex is waking up, and when it does, they'll be coming back for you. You go with Captain Harkness. You'll be safer with him than anyone. He knows who you are and where you come from, and he'll help you put the pieces back together." He looks at Jack. "You'll do that won't you? Help her, I mean?" Jack nodded, "Sure," he said, I promise!" "But Charley..." she began; "No questions, remember?" he replied tearfully, "Now go! Don't bother packing, just get out of here." She hugged him. "Come with me Charley?" she asked. He shook his head. "I gotta stay here, Beth, put 'em off your tracks." "Thanks, Charley," she replied, "I'll be back to get you someday, I promise!" Charley knew that that she meant it, but that the day would never come!   Beth trusted the stranger, although she had no idea why. She felt that, if she so wished, she could reach into his thoughts. Further more, she could reach into his very soul and be joined with him. She shivered in the warm breeze. Jack took off his coat and put it around her shoulders. The breeze began to groan as it picked up speed. Charley looked at him. "Move swiftly, Captain Harkness," he said, "And don't stop until you reach that blue box that brung you here."   �2006 ETC (Beth Harkness) 

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He hates running like this. It's never been his style and especially not now. Yet, it's dark and he left his goggles at home. Even worse is the fact he is wearing civvies and without a trick arrow to spare. "Shit!"How does he always get himself in these scenarios?"Fuck!"Something nearly grazes the side of his head, the whisp of the air of it passing by is the only tale tell sign of that theory but he hadn't heard a gunshot ring in the air. The next thing he notices is..THUNK!That would be the sound of Clint Barton hitting a sign post, much like George of the Jungle would hit a tree. He literally bounces off of it and rolls into a fetal position for the briefest of moments, grimacing in pain. Through a mumbled but heavy breathed voiced, he speaks, rolling over to see the shadow of his would be attackers. Clint's eyes widen as they get closer, the forms of the people becoming more clearer to him."You have got to be shitting me!"Clint sits up in an indian style stance as a small hand reaches towards him.'Sorry mister...we thought you were Justin..'Clint's head tilts to one side as the second kid pulls out his Nerf gun into full view, grinning all cheesy like he had just shot down a mongoose. Clint waves off the aid and the little boy pulls his hand back, but rocks on his heels back and forth nervously.'We didn't mean ta scare ya."Clint jumps up quickly to his feet, shrugging off the kids words with a light clear of his throat."It's ok...but ya gotta be more careful...lotsa bad guys are out."The kids looked around and then one of them circled his index finger around the side of his head at the other, signaling a he's loony sign. The kids stepped back some from Clint, even as a light came on brighter from a balcony a floor up from the ground. A woman's voice called out  below.'Boys! It's time for bed!'The boys took another step back with one of them saying...'Sorry again mister. I hope your head's ok.'Clint responded as the kids ran off."Yeah...me too."

1.      I am not Alexandra Tydings, nor am I really Aphrodite. Anyone who truly believes that needs to have their head checked 2.      My writing style is para all the way to novella. Do not expect a reply to one liners. 3.      Comments = In Character, Messages = Out of Character 4.      I have a few family members who role-play here as well, if any drama is stirred up with them and another RP'er I will always side with my family. So don't start something if you can't handle the results. 5.      I do not role-play with any other Aphrodites, that would just be weird. 6.      I mostly role-play Aphrodite as she was portrayed on Xena and Hercules. Biggest thing to remember though, she is a goddess, she can time travel. But that doesn't mean she's suddenly in the current age. 7.      Starters: I accept random starters, no SL has to be discussed unless it's going to impact my character greatly. Also, I can not respond to someone who just simply types what their character is doing. Aphrodite is a spoiled goddess and will not just randomly find you. You have to get her attention. 8.      I am a mature role-player, which means there will be sexual content. But I will not just sleep with you instantly, so if that's all you're after, hit the delete friend button. 9.      Pictures: Go ahead and take whatever you want that are unaltered pictures, but if there is anything specifically made for my character, DO NOT TAKE!!! 10.      I have 2 children and a husband in real life, therefore real life will always come before RP. 11.      To ensure you actually read these rules, comment with I accept as well with your favorite episode from Xena or Hercules. 12.      Sometimes it'll take me a few days to respond, if you can't handle this, again, there is a delete friend button. Rush me, find yourself deleted. 13.      God-Modding is a big no no! Do not under any circumstances try to control my character. Also, if I send you a comment, don't modify it to your liking. (IE: I take a wine glass out of your hand and drink it. Don't reply with something saying you stopped me from doing it.) 14.      Who starts? I have a hard time keeping track, so if you add me, please send the starter. If I added you and we have yet to discuss a storyline, message me and we can. 15.      In the world of spell check and grammar check, I find it extremely annoying to have someone who can't type a simple sentence with proper grammar or spelling. If you try to talk to me in text speak, I will ignore it. 16.      I've been playing Aphrodite since 2006 on MySpace. I am known as one of the oldest and most original.     I think that's about it for now. Rules are subject to change at any time. If they do I will inform everyone.

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DEEPER THAN BLOOD MAIN BLOG. Welcome to Deeper Than Blood, Process here is simple. If you want to join us? Read the Rules,Sign, pick a role and fill out the audition form. Keep in mind we are AU and we are based of Vampire Academy AND Bloodlines from Richelle Mead. Come and join our crazy growing family. The Guidelines Pick A Role F.A.Q  Members Only! Whore Code Wall of Shame:Jockers 

Rules of the Game 1.Don't piss me offxml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> 2.Don't fuck with my family 3.Don't like my writing? Then piss off 4.Don't like me Flirting? Then piss of. 5.Don't like my arrogant ass? Then piss off 6.Don't act as a know it all. I know more then you. 7.Don't claim I have a child with you. I will deny all ownership 8.I pay no child support 9.I'm a pimp daddy. Accept that fact 10.I'm rude, blunt, funny, sexual, sexy as fuck and a lover at that 11.I play by my own rules 12.I follow no rules not even my own. 13.Want to get in my pants? Get in line like the rest of the bitches 14.Yes, I have Aim and yahoos IM. Do you have it? No. Will I give it to you? More then likely no. 15.I don't like you. I will delete you. That's a good enough reason for me 16.I have been around since 2006 on Myspace, Iv been around the block. Pulling a fast one is not possible 17.IF you want to RP with me, send me something don't ask about these dam story lines. 18.I go with the flow 19.Rl: Don't ask. I do not tell. Only those I value and are dear to me know about me. 20.If you are reading this. You must sign it. Send me something to my likening. 21.That's right, such a good little bitch reading my rules. I owned you, accept that. 22.I am one of a kind. You will not find anyone like me. It's your choice if you choose to play the game.     My RL Number Call me --- 973-409-3279

1: I am not nor do I claim to be Tom Felton nor Draco Malfoy. He is just a face I use for my Role Play and i play just a character from Harry Potter. No copyright infringement intended. I retrieve his pictures from a fan-site and always have premisson to use them. I do not know Tom Felton, Or the cast of Harry Potter, nor J. K Rowling.(Ain't that noticeable?)2: I do send out a mass starter comment. >.> I'm lazy but it will make you laugh. Our storyline will be talk about.3: WARNING!!!! There will be Male pregnancy somewhere on my page, or Drarry along with other ships. Don't like it delete me. Mature content.4: Messages are for ooc. Please lets remember this. I send only comments, I would like to only receive comments. If i have sent you a message it probably because i couldn't find your comment button.5: ORIGINAL CHARACTERS! Yes I'm going to point you out. Just cause I'm an asshole like that. For those that are my brother or my sister or something of that sort! I simply am going to say it now. I disown you. =/ See dick head. I am an only child. I want no brothers or sisters. Failed right now. Will this stop you from trying? Probably not. Which is another FAIL. oh well. As far as other originals. If you got past the adding factor, then i probably liked something about your page. I hope your very interest cause you got lucky!6: I don't wanna be anymore of a dickhead but i MUST!@ -.- I para to multi para. What that means is i like to keep things somewhat story but give it enough length to give it that ZAP! 3 paragraphs to 5 paragraphs. Please don't waste you time with more.7: No GODMODDING! Please. I can control Draco just fine. If you have a problem with something then lets talk about it!8: One liners are for friends only!9: You like a picture? Ask for it! All my shit is tagged. And i know my work anywhere.10: If you haven't noticed so far I'm a fucking asshole aren't i? Just what you wanted? Another Prick Draco correct? Well guess what. I can be a Teddy bear unless you piss me of! Just so i know what you stuck in here. Give me a Video game name from the early 90s.11: Last but not less. My muggle has a life. And I'm not allow to be around all the time. Due to that, that means i might get slow sometimes with replies. Just check my page for who i own. Please remember rule number 4 in this matter. This why we have messages but one message is all i need, please and thank you.Sincerely,Draco L. Malfoy

Name: DrakeAge: 21 but is really 550Species: Panther demonHair Color: Dark purpleEye Color: Bright greenSexual Orientation: Gay/SekeOccupation: night time escortstatus: singleTattoo: black panther print starting under his right eye down to the tip of his foot.

Name: VincentAge: looks 18 but is really around 400Species: NagaGender: MaleSexual Orientation: Gay/UkeHair Color: short blue hairEye Color: blue-ish greenOccupation: owns his own Bar/InnStatus: Single HomeTown: UnknownTattoo: a green tattoo around his belly button.Scarring: three long claw marks down his whole back.

My rules will be posted here, when I can be bothered to write them.I assume you are all mature, literate, patient, and experts at keeping your sticky fingers to yourselves. If you cannot abide by the basic rules of roleplay, I see no reason to waste my time. But I have faith in you. After all, I'm shallow enough to judge you before even having to send a starter. And I'm usually right.

� I am NOT I repeat not my playby . I do NOT own anything that is dealing with them in anyway shape or form2. Grammar and Spelling.Should be proper,I don't expect you to be perfect.So don't expect me to be as well3. I like to keep to rennisance/pirate Era or Anything that make a good story line.I dont do futuristic stuff.Like spaceships and stuff(unless you have an idea for a storyline that sounds really cool but that's like the ONLY exception). You can message me and let me know.DO NOT auto play me.I deceide what I do and like you deceide what your char does4. I do accept any storylines that are so outrageous NO ONE in their right mind would believe it. 5. I do roleplay sex, I will make my own mind who i do or dont . 6. I do NOT accept people who just give me one-liners. Example: "Hey, wat's up?" No! I prefer paragraph roleplayers, but then again I don't write numerous paragraphs with each comment, it depends on what type of comment I get. � 7. I will accept pretty much any from renissance/pirate era as long its a good storyline.We can discuss one if you are having trouble thinking of one. � 8. I do NOT DO DRAMA.If you start any drama here.You will be deleted,We are mature adults here and should act as such. 9. I HAVE a real life off of Roleplay me So I might not be here everyday.Do not expect me to deal with drama once I log off the computer.I have a rl and that comes first. 10.Do not get too personal with me..I am simply here to role play.I had drama in the past and will not tolerate such childish behavior here. 11.I am Cap'n Julia and can flirt sometimes,Do not expect me to be in a relationship so soon,I will let you know.If I choose to have one with you.I will have other role play going on.Please be patient.I will get to your replies soon as I can. 12.Do not kill my character off.I will deceide that.If you do you will be blocked and deleted.Remeber this is role play and certain things must be agreed to by both parties. � 13. Do not tell me what to put on my page.This is my page and What friends I should or shouldnt talk to.That is my desision.I am here to role play and write stories.To me thats what we are here to do.Have fun and use our imaginations.I am not going to be putting rl and mixing rp.If ye cant handle that I dont want drama delete me. � 14. I do not want to any drama with me or my pirate realm.I like all rpers to get along.In sl and in stats.I am here to simply write stories.I will write with anyone as long as they are willing to be in pirate Era �15. Keep role play in comments and ooc in messages.Do not put ooc in my comments they arent fer that.If ye like to start a rp feel free to message me so we can discuss story line.I like my stories to be interesting to me and the other rper16.NEW RULE...this is roleplay a place fer us to get away from rl..I am here to write and do stories.Recently I have come into that DRAMA is getting rediculous around here.So i am letting rpers know.If you continuously text me in rl about sh*t on here.You will be deleted.Understand when I turn off my computer that means I am switching from Julia to the rl me..I have got sick in rl with an ashma attack fer myspace drama and I promised myself I wasnt going to let it happen again.My rl is more important.Doesnt mean I dont care about ye all, but I am not going to risk me rl health over something over a computer...please lets get back to writing and I hope we can have fun,, 17. This year with Julia i will be experimenting with darker stories with the character. If you have any ideas feel free to message me. lets have a great 2012 of role play,,,,Thank you fer reading please read and sign my rules...