Things I like to see in my RP:

Babble talk
Drooling

Also, grabbing things randomly, sucking on them, etc.

Things i don't want:
Waterworks/scat

Just trying to nail down what i would like the RP characters to integrate into their characters. As little or as much as they want.

If this sounds vulgar, my apologies.

Felicinia sat at her table, writing with a feathered pen against the rough parchment. She rolled her head to push back her long golden hair from her elegantly tanned face. Her pale hazel eyes danced over the paper with each movement of her hand. She was locked in concentration as she wrote the letter out with speed yet grace. She couldn't believe what she had learned in her visions; The Crystal of the Shadow Walker had been used, and the foretold events were more fearsome than any horror tale she had ever read in any book, prophecy or not.

"Felicinia?" Satril's calm voice echoed in the vast space of her room. She was so lost in thought she hadn't even heard him enter the room. Her eyes lifted from the parchment and set on Satril's bright, boyish green eyes. She always thought of those eye's misleading, he was a Curathian yes, but a Blademaster as well. He may have the boyish good looks of a young boy, but his muscled build and tall stature quickly dismissed the thought of it. To say nothing of the large, two-handed blade sitting on his back. Even she couldn't understand how he managed to hold such an weapon; It was larger than her!

Shutting the door behind him, he slowly strode over to her side. Each step let his crimson studded leather armor, and his weapon belt which held a few throwing axes, creak against his frame. He was a sight that none could forget, despite what race he was. He was a Blademaster, a companion to death itself, and a talented one at that.

"The hawk you asked for arrived in my room," Curiosity mixed in his words. "What do you want it for?" Before his eyes could glance at the parchment, Felicinia quickly rolled it up and placed the golden ring around it to keep it sealed. "Nothing you want to get yourself involved with." Was all she could say. If he knew, than all this was for nothing.

"More trouble then...Seems everyday with you is a new batch of trouble to deal with." His words brought a laugh from her throat. "Well then I'm glad I have someone like you around to watch after me, aren't I?"
"That or you're blasted magic, whichever you prefer."
"Oh stop, you know I would never want to harm anyone with my magic!"
"Right...Like the guy in the tavern who had diarrhea for a week..."
"He grabbed my ass!"
"So you make him sit in a outhouse for the better half of a week?"

Her face was red from both embarrassment and laughter. She always counted on Satril to relieve some of her stress, he always had a way to make her laugh. She knew he could tell when she was upset, having been her guardian for a good ten years can do that. She always felt bad for him though, having been fifteen when his life had been turned upside-down, thanks to Artegor, and he lost everything he came to love. She remember him stumbling into Verenis that morning, drenched in blood from his open wounds, and she had managed to heal him before he slipped into the underworld. That was the day he swore is blood to her, taking his sword and slicing a small incision on his forearm and letting it drip to the earth below. It was the Curathian way of saying "I am forever thankful; My blade and my life bound to you."

Her mind winced back to the task at hand as she thought of that day. "I need you to give this message to that hawk," Her voice was filled with hope and terror at once. "Tell it to seek out two people, Sataru and Prometheus Julius Lex. They both need to see this letter at once. Do not peak or the letter will kill you with it's magic. No one is to see it, and if anyone stops you, say I demanded no one to see it, under penalty of death by you're hand. Understood?"
He could see in her eye's this was no joke. "Sataru and Prometheus. Understood." With a nod, he was moving out of the large room. Hawks were only used by mages to deliver messages of the utmost importance.

Her heart filled with a mixture of emotions. Fear and joy slammed into her gut as she thought about the possible outcomes of the events at hand.The footsteps faded into the distance beyond her door, each one matching the beating of her aching heart.She could only hope, now, that there was still time to make him believe, or this whole world as they knew it was going to become nothing more than a memory.

Hello! I'm new to this site (If you haven't already guessed.) and I would like to introduce myself. I am a boy. I live in a boring and small, not to mention extremely rich, town in the state of Tennessee. I like role-playing, obviously. I find it a lot more fun than a regular video game. You can do a lot more stuff! I am not the best roleplayer, I pretty much just got off the n00by train.

I can't wait to roleplay with all of you guys! :)

Name- Edrus Natellius
Age- 31
Gender-M
Family Region- Iberian
Hair- Brown and Curly
Eye Color- Blue
Amour and Dress- Wears a Blue Tunic, his armor is Bronze with the figure of a horse pulling back. His broad sword hangs by his side at all times.
Relation to Julius Caesar- Julius Fourth Legoin General.

Both? LOL I dunno...perhaps we can have him accidentally killed and thus leading us to the person who can translate the scroll?

"Mark Anthony is requested by sir Julias Ceaser."A small man announced to Mark Anthony."Very well"Mark said getting off of his silver bed and picking up his purple Toga with the bat button.It was still morning when Mark walked out of his tent and rain was starting to plaster.him with an air of importance he waded through the damp ground and walked up to a tent that was brown in color."Tetrus"Mark Anthony called out."What do wish sir."A voice came from inside the tent before Tetrus walked out."Julias Ceaser wishes us to him so make haste."Mark snapped Tetrus walked out and bowed to Mark elegantly.

skull-hill-t5996.html - That's the link to the thread. I like your character Lake.

Soooo...what do we want to do first? Kill off Esath or get that scroll translated by the creepy old folks?

The doctor outside the room was just walking back. He was unsuspecting of anything actually. Just focusing his mind on a few minor things that he might have to do.

The Boss looked at Dahla before pushing a button. The fluid inside the tube soon started to drain lowering Dahla to the bottom of the tube. The doctor then walked over as the fluid was draining.

"Open it up." He ordered.

With an air lock tight sound, the tube was lifted up off Dahla who now lay at the bottom staring upwards at the roof of the tube. A female walked over with a special designed coat as she helped Dahla up.

"There, There..." the woman repeated as she dressed Dahla in the coat which soon took to her shape and turned into a white dress.

"Do you remember your name?" The boss said.

Dahla just looked at him before looking away and hiding her face in the woman's arm.

"Ask her then, Ms. Smith."

"Sweetie, do you remember your name?"

Dahla looked up before shaking her head. The Boss blinked before walking to his desk to look over somethings.

Daughterofdon are you directing you comment about armor at me? Because I have not mentioned any armor that is out of historical accuracy. Since I apparently am the only one wearing armor I have to assume you are speaking to me. If you wish I can become very very technical on my armor and weaponry which currently is historically accurate. I am wearing chain mail I have not bothered to detail any of the clothes underneath nor any of my other knightly accoutrement's, other than my great helm. I have made no glaring anachronism, if you somehow feel I have point it out and we can have a historical debate on the weapons and armor used by the fighting class of Europe.