Hello, I'm Bangerang. I am searching for a couple partners to roleplay with, either one on one or a small group. If interested please respond here.
What I look for:
⇛Literacy. Please be able to post at least two thick paragraphs.
⇛Spelling. I'm not a stickler for grammar, cause I also suck at grammar, but I do ask you at least spell things correctly, or at least close. And make an effort to make your sentences make...well sense.
⇛Sex. I don't do sexual roleplays. Don't confuse sexual for romance. I do like romance in my roleplays, just if clothes start flying, lets time skip. On a semi-side note, I don't do pregnacy roleplays.
⇛Fighting. I do like violence. Not killing, but violence.
⇛Sexuality. I do Hetero and Yaoi. I no longer do Yuri, because I find it boring.
What Movies/Books I roleplay:
✓Hook/Peter Pan
✓Harry Potter
✓The Secrets of the Immortal Nicolas Flamel
✓The Hunger Games
What Animes/Television Shows I do:
✓Naruto
✓Bleach
✓Nikita
✓Avatar: The Last Airbender
✓Supernatural
✓Vampire Knight
✓Fruits Basket
✓Rosario + Vampire
✓Ouran High School Host Club
✓Hetalia
✓Teen Titans
What Games I will do:
✓Saints Row the Third
✓Fable
What Miscellaneous I will do:
✓Vampires
✓Assassins
✓Ninja
✓School (High School or college only)
✓Band
✓Elemental
✓Any thing Supernatural
What I an craving:
✓A little bit of everything
✓Avatar: The Last Airbender
✓Teen Titans
So far that is it. I will most likely change somethings so keep checking back. If you want to do something that is up there, just ask me. And please post here. Also, please provide a sample of your posting abilities. Thank You.
My Sample:
SPOILERX
Peeta didn't mind messes. He has been in Haymitch's house before. This was clean compared to that pigsty. "It's ok. Haymitch is a lot worse. And he's grown up." Peeta said and finished with a slight laugh. He kind of missed living in the Seam. You were your own individual. Unlike in the Victor's Village. Everyone knew Peeta now. He hated it.
Peeta smiled when Posey ran up to him. "Your just too adorable." He said as he bent down to get eye level with her. His artificial leg was getting better to work with. It was still slightly awkward to do stuff like this. But at least he was alive. He didn't even want to think about the Games anymore. He just wanted to forget them. He knew that was impossible. Even Haymitch still remembered. Peeta still wakes up every night after terrible nightmares. He wven sleeps with a small dagger by his bed, just in case this is a dream and someone kills him.
Then Peeta started to think that he was in the games. Cato was out there with Glimmer. They must be looking for him. Before he lost his mind completely, which was normal with the games, he pinched himself as hard as he could and snapped back to reality. His mind had been lost for only a second, but it showed that the Games was still fresh in his mind and he will always remember them until his last breath. His leg wouldn't let him forget what happened. "Ah sorry. Kind of off in my own little world. Could I get a glass of water, please?" He said with a big smile to show he was fine.
True was...he wasn't. He painted the games and dreamed about them. It was terrible. For the first nights, it was so unreal. His mother had gone to hit him for something and he zoned out. Next thing he knew his brother and dad had him pinned to the floor and his mother had been crying, coughing and holding/rubbing her neck. What had the Capitol done to him. No one could ever joke hit him again. His reflexes were still fresh, as if the games never ended. He had stayed away form his family for a couple days after that. Locked himself in his room and only came out when he knew they were in bed. He wondered if Katniss felt this way. If she snapped like he did.
Last edited by Bangerang; 03-30-2012 at 07:21 PM..
Kivana breathed heavily and held her gun close to her chest, peering slowly past the shack she had hidden behind. Her suspicions had been right; there were 3 of the infected walking toward her. She had enough bullets in her gun to kill them all, but her hand was shaking so rapidly that she'd probably miss and cause them to run to her. She bit her lip, squeezed her eyes shut, and peered back to see how close they were to her now.
The infected were headed in the other direction. Apparently, another survivor, or some kind of animal, was being killed. Well, she didn't know if it was being killed, but only something in extreme pain could make the kind of sounds coming from that direction. Kivana let out a silent sigh of air and sat on the cold marshy ground that was the forest floor. She'd never really been able to deal with the infection epidemic. When she'd first seen the report on the news, she'd been freaked out, and in denial thought it to be a horrible prank. But when she'd seen them for herself, she'd gone bizerk. She still shuddered when she saw one and since she was bad at direction, she could almost never find a safe house.
But recently, she'd heard of a place in Chicago that the infected hadn't come to yet. It had running cars and planes, and was ready to make flights out of America every Friday. Today was Saturday, and she knew that from New Mexico it'd take her at least 2 weeks by foot including the stops for rest and the time it took to fight the infected. She heard another blood-curdling scream and peared back around the shack again. Her suspicions had been correct yet again. A weapon-less survivor was being chased down the road by a small group of infected citizens. She felt her hands begin shaking again as she stood, knowing now was the perfect time to split before they came into the forest. She began to walk once again, hoisting her heavy artillery-filled book bag onto her shoulders and speed walking until she felt safe and away from the road again.
She stopped when she reached what looked like the end of the forest. It was very scary looking, with murdered corpses everywhere. She took a big breath and trudged across the road, not used to being as scared as she was those moments it took her to step across the road. She could see some sort of house or building in the distance, and decided to go on and check to see if it would make a good resting place.
That's my sample. I have a jumble of ideas for RPing. PM me if you'd like to create one with me.
Well, here is a sample post of mine. :3 Though I do not honestly always past this much... and I do not have much in mind for aplot but I would be willing for some brainstorming.
They were to die... Death, blood and sacrifice. An ultimate ending- nothing would come next. It would all be over for his people. They did not know. But it was their fault. No one remembers how it even started. The numbers just dropped. People turned their backs and stopped believing. It was all lost in the generations some how. The only ones left that remembered were the elders whom were now ignored where once were revered by their yonger counterparts. They told the young ones what would happen if they did not listen, did not believe and follow. They did not listen. They did not follow. They would pay the price.
Cernunnos could do nothing for his people. He was barred from them. Barred from their minds. Their temples. Their homes. Everywhere where he used to welcome was now desolate and blocked off. He tried so many times before the trouble was even to come. The people had been happy and peaceful and that had only convinced them they did not need their God. That this was a sign. The God of Hunt and Peace was no more to them. He was lost except for old stories that the grandparents would tell their children. Parents would just tell their children not to listen- it endangered them all. But...what was that? A chance.
A young woman, descended from the old Shamans and the Gifted lay asleep. Her mind was open, though her heart was not. He could enter into her dreams where he was blocked from coming to her in person at the time. He smiled to himself, even though it waned. He had almost lost hope and had begun to despair for his people. Now he had a chance.
In the midst of the night and dreams, Cernunnos entered her dream and conjured a beautiful landscape. They were near a small, placid pond with a weeping willow dipping its branches into the mirroring pool. A light mist hung around them and soon he appeared where she was. He hoped she would believe and carry his message and if not tomorrow, then he would be the back the next night. The following... and so on, till the day of disaster. He smiled softly at her, tilting his head to look down, causing his het black braids to fall around him.
"Hello." His voice was deep and melodic, it held power though not as much as it once did.
