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Name: Helena Eros Thantos.Born: 1st Century B.C.E. (Greece; Age Unknown/2000+)Turned: 1st Century B.C. (through The Immortality Spell)Species: Cynanthrophe (Weredog Shifter).

GUILT By: Veda Starbloom Featuring: Slade Carver, Save my Soul @1716764OOC: Writer has not wrote a drabble (or anything, really) In a very long time. I feel super rusty!She pictures guilt as a thick matte black the kind her boyfriend used to wear on his nails and for eyeliner. Guilt like storm clouds, angry and rolling. It happens whenever she hears the sound of a festival. Here in this small town there was no carnivals going by. But the festivals—the smell of deep fried foods and seeing small children run like crazy made the guilt well up. This town had a small German festival that she never went to. When it was October, Veda would hide in her Tarot Shop. So today there is a “Closed” sign on the door as the young woman sat down at her round table where she normally performs tarot readings. She has a tumbler of vodka in orange juice with ice. Her favorite kind of music, older country blares out from a radio. She sighs, tries to tense all of her achy muscles. This stupid fair..if she closes her soft brown eyes she can see the fire again. She can hear the people yelling, screaming. A muscle near her jaw tenses and is visible under her smooth skin. Outside, young children run about from their parents. She can hear the yells of children. And it throws her into a loop of fear. She can see the Ferris wheel, smell fried corn dogs which used to be her favorite snack. Now she gets sick when she sees or smells them. Veda raises and goes to her mini altar and lights a heavy sweet sandalwood incense stick. Soon it blocks out the greasy food from outside, but she can hear the cheerful fair music. “F***!” She exclaims and her hand goes out, a flame of fire popping out of it. Feeling the sudden heat makes her eyes open and her jaw go slack. She closes her fist around the fire flame and it dies inside. She has a picture of her parents on her altar. Her mother was dark haired like she was, wearing a gypsy style dress and her father was blonde, according to her adoptive mother. This picture is black and white, nearly sepia from age. “Why.” Veda whispers, touching their faces. “Why couldn't I have been born earlier and I could have saved you both? Then the carnival would still be alive, and I wouldn't feel such guilt.” Her eyes sparkled with tears and she went back to her table to pick up her drink. She sipped it and the vodka went down her body, soothing each tense muscle. When her phone pinged she picked it up. An unexpected text from an old friend appeared. It was from Slade.I know today is a tough day for you...need to talk? Feel free to call.The gesture of friendship was unexpected, but welcomed. Veda looked troubled, though not wanting anyone else to have to suffer the amount of guilt she felt when this day, the day the carnival was burnt down by a fearful twelve year old girl with powers beyond her ability to experience it. But at the last moment she grabbed her phone up and hit the name. Another moment and she heard a familiar voice. And soon she felt released from her pain.

REGULATIONS FOR ROLE PLAY AND BANTER. Please read, and comment! Thank you! First and foremost, I am an adult. I am over the age of twenty one--I'm 41. I am old and too tired for bull sh it. Why am I here? I love to write, love to edit and basically want to have some fun with some long time old online friends. I am not here for petty drama, she said-he said-she said or stupid cliques. Please delete me if you are prone to this kind of attitude. I work at a high end restaurant and my hours are always the same. I work Friday to Tuesday, 11-5 on the weekdays and 11-7 on weekends.Which means my days off are Wensday and Thursdays unless I get called in and need/want to work. Those days are the best time for me to write, really. On Friday and Saturday nights my time here varies. If I am feeling up to it I will be on. If not, I may just be chilling on Discord or editing, writing, etc. PATIENCE IS APPRECIATED AND REQUIRED. However, if we have a thread going on and it's taken me a while to get back to you--you are allowed to inquire on it. POLIETLY. If I'm not feeling the thread I will talk to you privately and perhaps we can instead do stream banter. Sometimes it happens. Just don't ghost me. I have ghosted before, and it's not fun. I'm trying to correct myself, and learn from my past mistakes. If you ask me for an edit, please USE IT. Do not hoard edits I have made for you. I am a very generous person and I love to give out gifts. Randomly I'll make edits for friends. Also in that same vein do not constantly ask me for an edit. I might be busy with other things at the time or do not feel inspired by your playby of choice to do so. Constant asking for edits (or other resources) will get you removed from the page. Discord is Friend based only atm. I'm very paranoid-ish about adding people who may be out to hurt me. I am no angel--I've done stupid, immature things in the past I wish I could take back. But we can't. We can just learn from them and move forward. If anyone on here has major beef with me, then that's your problem because I just don't care anymore. You stay in your lane, and I'll stay in mine OK? Ok :) Writing style--I am a multi para plus writer. I love to be expressive in my writing and detailed as well. I've been told through my writing I can take a reader with me, and they can see it through my eyes. That was one of the best compliments I've ever gotten on my writing. And it came from a dear friend so I know they were telling me the truth. I do not and never will do one liners or paras. They are too short for me, too simple and not challenging enough. The only exception with one liners are for stream banter. My time to write was stated above. It is done on my days off, and only on my days off when I have time to fully focus. If I am on during a workday after work it will be to relax and have fun. Love interest. I am not looking for one currently. I have someone in mind if they wish to write a part for me. Thanks. However--if there is chemistry beteween our characters and only if--you'll have to give me time. I've been abandoned, hurt and all that other stuff. It's hard for me to trust. Just all I ask is give me time. But at the moment I do not need one or want one. I write mature things. Meaning s e x, drugs, alcohol, sometimes even mentions of physical and emotional abuse from a partner. Do not worry if that's not your cup of tea, I will always add trigger warnings. I won't go overboard like some people on here tend to do, just make sure you know what the content inside holds. Face claims. I was going to use two faces, but I think I am sticking to only Emmy Rossum for the time being. That said, I don't mind adding those who have my same face as long as you're respectful to me. You don't steal and alter my pictures, copy my storyline or be "overly inspired" by it. Yes, I've had a stalker once before so I've been all through that. I do not add and write with child face claim writers. One, it makes me uncomfortable and two, it's kind of odd--to me. So please understand and respect that decision of mine. If my character ends up having a child they will be more than likely NPC. As in myself and my love interest are the only ones allowed to use them unless a friend involves the child into the story as an Auntie or Uncle. So please don't ask if you can be my daughter or son unless I know you very well and trust you. COMMENTS are for writing only. I will never, ever write in messages. For me, messages are for discussions or OOC information that is needed such as "I'll be out of town for a few days" or "I have family over" etc. I probably won't join your group or writing forum either, sorry. I don't have that much time for that sort. But thanks for thinking of inviting me ahead of time. Crossovers are adored! I love crossovers, and especially of TV shows, movies and books. If you're creative like me and want to plot then by all means let's discuss! See where we can go. After all role player and writing are fueled by imagination right? I am in character 99 percent of the time unless stated by an out of character post, which for me is either // those slashes or OOC before the post. PLEASE do not comment as your character in the // or OOC post. It is very confusing. With that said, on Discord I am not beyond discussing things out of character, either. We can get to know one another! But you must feel comfortable with that as well. I will never push or force you to be OOC if you don't feel up to it.I also write on Discord. It's one of my favorite things to do. It's easier sometimes than the site, and when I'm on it's where I'm hanging out. If you do as well, let's write! Just ask first in case I'm busy or not feeling it. I hope I don't come off as too bitchy. I am really not--I promise. I just wantpeople to fully understand this. Alright, I'm out. If you've read all of this give me your favorite color and a song lyric.  

Don't be a daft bitch.

What if... Octavia sat in her chair of the new dawn bunker, the radio going silent. Her last line to Bellamy gone and she was left without his support as she faced her new reality. The world had come to an end once more and she was supposed to lead and care for those they'll survived. Closing her eyes she replayed the conclave in her head, wondering if things could have ended differently. But every several ended with the same outcome. She let out a sigh her head resting in her hands.She thought back to happier times her mind reminding her of Lincoln. Being with him was the last time she was happy, and it was ripped away from her. What if he hadn't died, would she be the one sitting in this chair? She wondered as she fought back tears. What if they had rum away from Arkadia with him, settling somewhere to live a happy life. Would they be in this bunker still?What if she hadn't met him at all. Would she have embraced who she became so readily, or would she have been like the others. Like the ones that killed him. What if she had died in the conclave. Would anyone have mourned her as much as she did him? Would things be different? Would someone else be more equipped to be in charge? She wondered all these things as tears fell down her cheeks, the only thing that could keep her grounded for the foreseeable Future being the memories of the man she loved with her whole heart but lost too quickly. created by creativian

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FULL NAME: Captain Estevan Atlas BlackmoonNAME(S) USED: Pirate Lord Steele Blackmoon, Captain Steele Blackmoon OTHER NAME(S): Captain Van Blackmoon (amongst pirates & crewmen), Estevan Wilder (Adoptive name).NICKNAME(S): Steele, VanTITLE(S): Priate Lord of the Atlantic, Lycan Pirate CaptainAGE: 30yrsDOB: October 7thSIGN: Libra SEX: MaleSPIECES: LycanthropyBITTEN/PURE: PureRANK: AlphaORIENTATION: Bisexual*Position - SwitchPROFESSION: Pirate Lord. Explorer. Trader.EYE COLOR: BlueHAIR COLOR: BrownHAIR LENGTH: long just past shoulders.WEIGHT: 170lbsHEIGHT: 5'11"BODY: Fit build, TonedSKIN TONE: Lite tanTATTOOS: YesPERSONALITY: Charming. Clever. Collected. Serious. Stubborn. Eccentric.FEAR(S): Ship sinking. Drowning. Black waters. Hurricanes. Getting lost at sea.STRENGTH(S): Great captain. Strong-willed. Beave. Chivalrous. Heroic. Fierce pirate lord.FLAW(S): Rough around the edges. Violent/Aggressive. Anger issues. Stubbornness.PET(S): White male gyrfalcon called Horizon, Red female macaw parrot called Scarlett.FAMILY: Father, Atlas Blackmoon (Lycan, dead), Mother, Marina Blackmoon (Lycan, dead). Only child.ADOPTIVE: Mother, Lady Luna Wilder (Lycan, dead), Grandfather, Stefan Wilder (Lycan, dead). 

Power's Kalina has

Steve The Babysitter Harrington//One of the muses I have.

currently - none.

### Impressions & Guidelines   **Roleplay Approach:** This list outlines my preferences for roleplay to ensure a positive experience for everyone involved.   **Drama and Toxicity:** I avoid drama and negativity. If there's an issue, I'll delete, block, and move on. If you have drama with another writer I'm connected with, please keep me out of it.   **Connections and Writing:** I prefer to maintain connections and write on Discord due to its privacy and creative flexibility. While I can accommodate other platforms, clear communication about interests and availability is essential. I value story-driven connections and have spent years crafting my original characters and narratives. Although banter is fun, I sometimes struggle with brevity, turning banter into full replies.   **Editing and Artwork:** I love creating edits and artwork for my connections and expect nothing in return. If there's a falling out, the edits remain yours. I'm active on the site even when not writing, as editing is another creative outlet for me. Feel free to request an edit anytime.   **Updates:** These guidelines are subject to change. Thank you for reading and understanding!

Who i owe: Ethan anderson {5.20.2024}here here who owes me: Paris Sinclair {5.22.2024}here here updated on 5.23.2024

After Hours  Starter for  @babysitter "I'm going to finish out the tills; you got the rest of the returns, yeah?" Robin asked out, informing Steve about her intentions for closing up the Family Video rental store. She was faster and more accurate at counting them down than he was anyway. She was just ready to go. It was Friday night, and she didn't have to be back at the Family Video store until the closing shift the next day, so she wanted to get out as soon as she could so she could go home and sleep in. She had been dreaming of her bed for the past hour of her shift, waiting to dim the open sign and lock the doors at the little home video rental franchise. Carrying the two remaining tills to be counted, she lugged them to the back room at the Family Video store. The back room housed all the back-of-stock items, office supplies, a desk for their general manager, the safe, a desk for counting down the tills for the night, as well as a makeshift break area and spot where the other employees could leave their belongings. Robin lugged the jingling tills to the counting desk, prepping herself to quickly count down and even out the tills for the evening. While this was usually reserved for the shift supervisor, which happened to be Steve, Robin was much more efficient and accurate with her money-counting abilities. Steve knew it, Keith knew it, and their general manager Randy knew it.  As she began counting out the coinage that had been exchanged throughout the day to even it out to the usual amount held, her eye caught a glimpse of something odd on the break table. She turned her full attention to the large cardboard carton that was placed on top of it. Her eyes narrowed as she lifted herself away from the counting station to investigate. The carton was colored blue with a red logo adorned with white artwork of barley wheat. The recognizable logo of the Liberty Bell was displayed at the crown of the logo, with the artful lettering identifying what was inside: American Colonial Beer.  Robin was surprised to see the unopened 24 cases of beer just sitting there. It wasn't there when she first showed up; she would have noticed. Steve didn't bring it in; she would have noticed that too. Was it Keith's? He was slightly older than the duo, often referred to as the Tweedles. Robin was, of course, Dee, while Steve was given the moniker of Dum. Keith was the only other one present that day when Robin showed up after school for her shift. Keith wasn't quite old enough to procure it himself. Did someone else buy it for him and leave it off here, and Keith just forgot?  "Steve!" she shouted out for her closing partner, a tone of concern lacing her voice. "Steve! Get in here!"  Robin had no idea what to do with this contraband. She had never drank or touched alcohol in her life. Her father occasionally bought a case of bottles of American Colonial, but very rarely. His vice was more on the greener end of things, along with her mother. They were, after all, considered hippies by the majority of the community. Her father holds odd jobs, and her mother is always talking about the stars and elements. She was pretty sure they dabbled in selling it as well, though it never outright happened in front of her, but there were noticeable signs that it was probably happening. It was like the unspoken secret of the Buckley household.  When her cohort entered the back room, Robin stood in front of the case of American Colonial, presenting it as if she were Vanna White on the Wheel of Fortune. She wore a judgmental expression that was trying to silently ask what she was supposed to do with it before she finally just spoke. "What the hell are we supposed to do with this?" 

The names Cassia but you can call me Nightshade, nightshades are a deadly plant that you shouldnt eat and it suits me perfectly thanks to my ability of forming poisonous secretions out of my skin. Not only am i deadly, but toxins dont affect my body...im immune to it. That being said i dont take bullsh*t lightly, im cocky and not afraid to say whats on my mind and being a mutant at the level im at makes me someone you dont want to piss off. There is a bright side to all this i am down for storylines, making friends and finding mains. The only thing i ask is dont add me just because you want a high friend count if you add me i expect conversation. Also read my bio before adding me its best to know my character before hand. 

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