Okay so here's the deal. I have a couple Intro's for RP's all written out, and I really like them, but I never got to use them in an RP that honestly satisfied me. If you think you're up to the challenger, can write at the very least 2 paragraphs a post, are over the age of 16, then take a look!
Model x Model RP. YaoiX
Take my Picture.... It won't kill me, I swear...
A One on One Model RP.
TobiasRosetta & Leasfy
Tetsuro, Jun Ki {{Junki}}
Peek into Me...X
The only child.
DOB: 29th October 1989
Parent: Japanese father, Korean mother.
Tends to be seen as immature.
Clothe style: Generally very casual, dresses for the occasion.
Appearance: Dark hair, naturally curly, with light brown eyes, and pale skin. A bit on the small side, as far as build, but tall enough. About 179 cm.
Abilities: Not only does he love to be in front of the camera, he likes to take pictures as well, and is pretty good at it. He also is very good at cooking. Can speak Japanese, Korean, and English.
Hobby: Sports, Video Games, Movies, and Cooking
Child of two prominent models.
Sexual Preference: Undecided/Impressionable.
Socially Inept.
The only child of Tetsuro Youji and Park Ki Dae, Tetsuro Jun Ki, known better as Junki by his fans, has followed in the footsteps of his parents, both of which are prominent models from their respective countries. They never married, and never lived together, so Junki was forced to trade off between the two, a year with each parent. His modeling started as a child, working with his parents as well as on his own campaigns. As he grew, the young man branched off into his own work, and established his own career apart from them. Because of his constant moving, though, Junki wasn't able to fully establish as good of a career as he was wanting. Looking for a change, Junki has split off from his parents, and applied for a work and student visa in America.
Post:
"Is it enough yet?"
"Thank you... I think I can find my way on my own." Junki said to the lady that worked at the baggage claim, who was about to call for someone to escort him out of the airport, as he'd been asking her if. He'd been to America before. It felt nice to be starting something for himself for once, though. This entire choice was his alone, and while his parents had asked him if he was sure he wanted to go to such a place, they hadn't really tried to sway his resolve. Which he was thankful for. If anything, Junki was glad that he didn't have to act as the messenger between the two anymore. His parents were both diva's, his father just as high maintenance as his mother. It was difficult to work around them both. At least he'd never had to deal with them in the same room at the same time. He wasn't sure how that would work out, but in his entire life, he'd never seen his parents in the same country even.
Nodding his thanks to the nice woman, Junki grabbed his duffel bag from , slipping it back on over his shoulder. The rest of his belongings had already been shipped over to his apartment, arriving just the day before he had gotten there. They were all probably sitting in boxes, waiting for him to come and unpack them. It had been difficult for Junki to transfer schools, but when he'd signed up for his work and student visa, and hesitation he'd had, disappeared. He was enrolled at a decent university there in the city, had arranged for a fairly nice apartment, and even had a car there, waiting for him at the airport parking lot. It had been dropped off before his flight landed, the spare key locked inside the glove compartment, and the other one in his pocket.
Finally making it through the rest of security, and customs, Junki headed out of the airport, navigating his way through the parking lot to where his small, rather chic, white car waited for him......
{{A week later}}
Settling into his apartment had been an interesting experience. He'd never truly realized how much went into making a house into a home. He'd ended up having to go to the store quite a few times, to buy things that he'd never realized he'd need. He'd never lived on his own before. At least he still had a month before his classes started up at the university. When he wasn't unpacking, and arranging his apartment, Junki was out in the city, getting accustomed to his new surroundings, learning where everything was. He felt like a new person, and realized that this move couldn't have come at a better time.
It was that Thursday that his agency called him at last, his manager telling him that she'd booked him a job that weekend in the city. A fashion spread for a magazine. Apparently the magazine was featuring asian and mixed asian models almost exclusively that month, for some cultural awareness celebration that went on. He had no clue what it was all about, he just knew that he'd be working with other models for a change. After he'd taken down all the information for the shoot, pinning it up onto the calender he kept on his fridge, Junki got right back to work arranging his books.
Saturday came quickly, and before he knew it, Junki was driving to the studio for the photoshoot. He pulled into the reserved parking, and headed in, arguing on his cell phone to his mother in korean. "No Mom, I'm fine... No! You stay in Korea! Everything is fine! Ma, I have to go I've got work to do. Alright Mom, I love you too... Yes, Mom, I will..." sighing heavily and hanging up, Junki looked up and around as he slid his phone back into his pocket.
Vampire Lord x Peasant. Yaoi please.X
It's a Primal Need.... Driven by the Night...
A One on One Vampire RP
TobiasRosetta & Neko Ninja
Duke Liam Heckroth Mackenzie
Born on the 29th of October, in the year 1660 Sir Liam became the Duke of Heckroth at age twenty after both his mother and father died of an odd illness which had never been identified. The year now is 1750. Not much is known of the man, save that he has been Duke for a good seventy years. His servants do not speak about him to the peasants in the town surrounding his castle. It had been widely assumed that Sir Liam is an aged tyrant.
Through the town of Heckroth, it is common for young persons to mysteriously go missing through the night. At the beginning of the Dukes reign, it was both young men and women, generally above the age of 15, yet under the age of 25, normally only one or two a month. But recently it seems that young men have been the target of favor for the person that was stealing away the towns residents, and less frequently. This night is the one night a year that Duke Liam leaves the castle, to walk the streets of his town, hunting on his own. Of course no one knew that's what he was doing...
It was nearly completely dark out finally. The sun just having fallen past the horizon. The sky was still a little light, the blue fading darker and darker with each passing moment. Heavy, low lying black clouds were rolling in to cover the sky. Hallow's Eve was approaching, and the wind outside was brisk, and ominous. The houses and shops that lined the streets were glowing with firelight and candles. It was only about 6 in the evening, but with the fall the sun fell earlier and earlier each day.
The roads, no long dirt paths but finally paved with cobblestone, echoed the loud clip-clopping of hooves. Someone was riding through town. The steed that carried the dark figure was a pure white mare, obviously a higher caliber of breed than the run of the mill Appaloosa that the region was famed for. Perched atop the horse, a young man rode, confident and with the air of a well practiced equestrian. His shoulders were broad, laden with muscle, and draped over with a dark cloak. A sturdy weather-proofed fleece, with a crimson wool lining on the inside. Against the shadowy appearances of his garb, the mans face was pale, boarding on stark with it's whiteness. His facial structure was sculpted and angular, attractive buy cold in it's expression. Deepset, his eyes were chilling hazel, that in certain lights would appear gold, or a green ochre that despite the warmth of the color, were cold, and emotionless.
Full lips, tense and drawn into a mute line across his face, set high over a rounded chin, and prominent jaw. His cheekbones, high, as were the arch of his eyebrows, aided into a feline appearance that made it seem like he were beyond the grips of time. He looked to be ageless, though his hair, falling well down the length of his spine, was as ebony as the cloak he wore. The mass of it was bound away from his face, held at the nape of his neck with a ribbon of scarlet satin.
It seemed, as he traveled through the town, that he was searching. Though his expression was less than welcoming, something about him was drawing, enticing. But he was looking for someone. A specific person, and he would not return that night to his home, until he found them.
Step Brother x Step BrotherX
It's Been a While....
A Step-Brother x Step-Brother RP.
Kia_ and TobiasRosetta.
Name:Kota Lee Morris. Age:Eighteen. Appearance:Just under 5'7, Kota is slightly on the short side for his age. His figure is slender, on the lithe side, athletic thanks to his position on the track team. He only plays the sport to keep his father happy, but it is a perk that it keeps him in shape. His torso is fairly long, as are his arms, giving him a lanky appearance. His hair is a plain, mousy brown, left long, and shaggy, his blond highlighted fringe often falling into his eyes, the back just passing the nape of his neck. His eyes are what he considers a boring shade of hazel, in some lights appearing green, in others brown. Around his pupils there is a very subtle ring of copper, giving some intrigue to his almond shaped eyes, which are lined heavily with thick dark eyelashes. His face is thin, but not sickly, his nose long, straight and narrow, making his wide mouth appear even fuller. Personality:Quiet sometimes, slightly apathetic, but generally a good kid. A bit distant, and not very open. He's not rude, but definitely appreciates his privacy. Openly gay, but not flamboyant about it.
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Kota was extremely glad that it was summer... It was like the world was on his side for once. He'd just turned eighteen a month earlier, he'd also just graduated, with honors. And with a good reputation, and all of his friends. He had a part time job, a car, (even if it was old, beat up, and barely running) and the chance to sleep in. It was the first monday after he'd graduated, and for the first time, he didn't have to get up. Which was why he was in a terrible mood. 6 AM came, and there he was, staring at the ceiling, wide eyed and awake, and pissed off. He tried to roll over, to close his eyes, to tie a bandana over his eyes to block out the sunlight. It was no use. He was awake. With an irritated sigh, the teen kicked his blankets off, hauling himself off his full sized mattress. Kota took a second to haphazardly toss his Raiders sheets into some semblance of a 'made bed' before staggering across the hall to the bathroom.
It only took one glimpse in the mirror to tell that he definitely needed a shower. His hair, baby fine and normally limp, was standing in every direction. He'd been hoping to just run a brush through it, and throw on some clothes to go out for a run, but this was beyond anything he had the patience to deal with. Within the minute, he'd stripped off his boxers and climbed into his shower, only to curse loudly when the water came out cold first, before heating up. This was shaping up to be a great morning.....
It was during his ritualistic morning run that Kota remembered. His step brother was coming home that day. Kota didn't really know his brother all that well, really. Their parents had gotten married just a week before the older guy had gotten shipped off to college. It was far enough away that he never really came home for visits or vacations, so he'd only seen him a handful of times really. But now, he'd be home for over a month. The whole summer semester, he was taking off. It would be strange, to say the least. Kota's step mom had been cleaning out his brothers room all week, from the items they'd stored in there for convenience. And it just happened to be right across from his own room, on the upper floor of the house. His parents had the master bedroom on the ground floor, which was more than fine with Kota. But this meant he'd be sharing his bathroom, and his privacy. He wasn't happy about that, really, but he was actually kind of looking forward to actually getting to know the guy that was supposed to be his brother.
Hazel eyes glanced around quickly, before Kota quickly darted across the street, to turn and start running back the other direction. He needed to get back to the house and do some cleaning, most likely, since his step mom refused to go up into his bathroom. Not because it was disgusting, but mainly because Kota liked his privacy. By the time he got back to the house, it was nearly 8, and his hair was still damp from his shower, the water mingling with the sweat from his run. His black tanktop was clinging to his torso, sweaty as well. Being summer, it was starting to get warmer, earlier. Heading inside, Kota, shook his hair out of his face, looking around the living room and listening for a moment. It didn't sound like anyone was home. He knew his dad was at work... His step mom must have gone off to do some grocery shopping.
Last edited by TobiasRosetta; 07-25-2010 at 01:00 AM..
How's this for a reply to your vampire intro post? XD ||
Vampire Lord x Peasant RP. YaoiX
It was in the year 1731 when a pregnant mother had given birth in a dirty market. No one knew of this child produced by the mother. The little thing had been left alone with the remains of the fish, his first breath filled with that of rotten meat. The black rat beside him was hungrily eating away the said remains while the child remained still. He was thinking about crying out before the rat had laid its eyes on him. Just when the rat was about to take a first bite from his skin, to tear him apart and make him food for the rest of its family, he had cried his first cry. It was a loud cry that had the people around the market wonder where the sound had come from. The mother who had produced him was startled. She had thought that the baby was going to die like the rest of its siblings. But, apparently, it held onto life. She started to escape, sliding into a corner. But, she was spotted by a couple and the police nearby had caught her and hung her to trial.
That was how this child had become a part of the world.
Right after he’d been found, he’d been given to an orphanage to be taken care of. The children around him who were no more than seven were all cramped up in the small room. All of them gave him curious gazes and one was even particular about touching him. He twitched a little whenever his cheek was poked at by the little girl and he’d turned his head a little to the side. The little boy beside her was even more curious as he looked at the pillow he was holding and then at me. He did that a couple of times before he’d tried putting it over the baby’s face. He’d cried out, of course, but his cry was muffled by the said pillow. Good thing the caretaker of the orphanage has heard the little baby’s sharp cry lest he’d be dead by now.
In the year 1734, there was no need for legal documents for people in the slums of the city but the baby, who was now three, needed a name. This was how he’d gotten the name Alair. He didn’t have a family name because he didn’t belong to anyone, not even his dead mother. And, he remained clueless about his own mother while he grew up.
When he was twelve, there was a need to make space in the orphanage so he was sold to a butcher who needed assistance. He was, of course, loyal to the family who butchered pigs for a living. He sent the crates with his small and lanky body to the market where he was born – unbeknownst to him, to the old lady who gave him the gold and silvers in exchange for the meat she got and cut up the pieces into finer ones and sell it in a much more expensive rate. She was obviously gaining more than the family Alair’s working for but he didn’t say anything, not even saying a single word other than “thanks” to the family who had taken care of him. He’d done that when the family had given him to a friend of theirs, one who made perfumes.
Alair was nineteen by then.
The family didn’t know why he was happy to be sold to the perfume-making man but it was here where Alair had found his liking in the exquisite and perfection in the sense of smell. He may have had a strong sense of smell and enjoyed every scent of the different items he found in this Earth but he learned the hard way that not all of Earth’s nature can be made into an essence. But, of course, he’d created essences that made the perfume-making man rich. He didn’t mind if he wasn’t accounted for in the creation of such essences. He was just happy making them and seeing – or smelling – rich people wear a perfume he knew he created.
Alair was of no beauty that was for sure. He had a simple aura about him, one befitting for a curious and growing child like him. He had black, greasy and wavy short hair always kept unkempt and bright blue eyes that was believed to be a curse in this time of age. Like any other peasants who lived under the roofs of their caretakers, he wore clothes, a shirt and pants made of the thinnest material and held together with a dark red thin tie, that were ratted. He didn’t particularly like changing so much so he wore the same clothes every day. It wasn’t like taking a bath was a thing they did all the time with such a cold weather about all the time. He was a dirty child and would’ve had been mistaken for a robber if it weren’t for the paper bag of materials he wished to use to create a new masterpiece, a new perfume.
Despite the news of young children and young adults disappearing, this didn’t strike any sense of fear into Alair. It wasn’t like he’d fall under that department. Most of the ones that had been taken were beautiful men and women and seemingly ones who were heirs of titles. The boy blew a hair off from his face and whistled along the dark road. Everyone seemed to be in their houses at this time, locked up and kept safe, which was why he was rather curious when he’d seen a white mare when he’d turned at a corner after having gone up the set of stairs. “Ah,” was the first words he’d uttered in his slight surprise. Looking up, he found his eyes widening the moment they’d laid eyes on a beautiful man. He hadn’t expected to see someone out this evening. “Excuse me.” Knowing his manners and knowing quite well that the man was of nobility from his stance and his clothes, the boy bowed and scurried along, resuming his whistling as he made his way home.
Lol.
I thought hard and long for that reply.
And I can't find a reference pic for the kid. >.>
Your picture for your vampire made me want to try realism. XD
So much happening in just one post of yours. XDDDD
Hahahahaha I can be pretty long winded sometimes @[email protected]
I really loved your post, and your thought into Alair is AMAZING. I can't WAIT to play this with you. If you want to sketch up Alair, I can color it for you, or you could just give me a really in depth description, and I'll draw him.
I can see that. XDDD
Lol. I enjoyed playing a kid for the first time. Glad it went out right. And, your writing really inspired me to make the reply good, too. Your words are flowery. I had to re-read it and find out that you could write such kind of posts too. XD
It's awesome. X3
And... I shall... sketch him up. When I get that... spark. o.O
