About Me
I am a twenty-year-old female college student based in Kelowna,British Columbia, Canada; I currently attend Okanagan College and am upgrading before attending networking and web-design courses within the city. I intend to major in graphic design and minor in English and philosophy. I'm an avid reader, artist and cook. It takes a lot to grab my attention, though...

My life revolves around the arts. Literature, music, sculpture, drawing.
I love odd and 'different' characters; especially believable ones.

I usually post between one and six paragraphs depending on what I have to work with.


What I Want
-Male-Male relationships, please, I'm not too much a fan of het; HOWEVER, female characters are more than acceptable. I'll probably throw a few in myself. Anthony's sister, Ai's mother, so on, so forth. >w<
-Plot and character development, I put a lot of thought into making
my characters deep and emotive 'people'. I expect you to not only
do the same, but dig deeper than what my characters display on the
surface.
-Literacy and paragraphs, we all have off-days but even then you
ought to manage at least a full paragraph.
-One Paragraph = 12 sentences.
-Someone who isn't needy. I cannot be on as often as I'd like and some days I just don't want to play.
-Angst, emotion, some form of depth to drive the plot. Without
internal drama, RP gets boring fast.





The Usual List... in no particular order
If it's not listed, suggest it!

Teacher x Teacher
Teacher x Principal
Doctor x Patient
Doctor x Doctor
Experiment x Experiment
Scientist x Experiment
Performer x Performer
Ring-master x Circus act
Carny x Circus Act

Fantasy
Cyberpunk
Modern-realistic


Is this enough? XD

I'd like to do it either in a thread or over AIM/MSN. >w<

I do actually have other characters. Ask about them.



He was perhaps... twenty. The serious, prude type who would scold you in an instant for having too many buttons undone despite it not being his place to do so. Very insecure and snippy. Everything had to be very exact. Absolutely everything. Save for himself.

His hair was a mess of strands going every which way in locks. Enough to almost seem put in such a way for effect, for the juxtaposition of 'perfect meets defect'. His clothing often followed suit. A nice, expensive dress shirt, wrinkled to the high hells, and nice expensive jeans or black slacks that ought to have hit the trash two years ago.. and all followed up with a nice, crisp tie and a tie pin of gold and diamond. He was of average height. Lean but frail, relatively pale, with bad lungs and a poor heart.

Athleticism was out of the question. He'd already had to have two aneurysms repaired and one new heart. His face was thin and handsome if not for the paleness and ease of bruising. Injuries occasionally scattered about in the form of scratches or bruises where he fell and once or twice he'd had to have a gauze eye-patch after a particularly bad fall. It wasn't due to clumsiness... simply due to the terrible condition his health was in. He tended to pass out when things became too much. Stress and poor nutrition (both of which being entirely his fault) were his main triggers.

He wore glasses to hide almond-shaped, narrow eyes. Thin and rectangular, with deep gray frames. The lenses were rather thick but did little to hide the brown eyes that marked him instantly as being at least partially of Asian decent. Thin lips and a slight nose added to this effect but the pink flesh betrayed these. He was probably half-and-half. Thin hands almost always held a book on something and for some odd reason, he never, ever wore socks inside of his shoes.

There's a bit of bitterness, there, over having been given a girl's name by his parents. And so far the old Chinese name meaning 'loving' is the least likely to normally be attributed to the pugnacious young man. It's unlikely that he'll grow out of his bitterness. He hasn't the time. His body is slowly shutting down and he's well aware of this. Perhaps this is the source of his bitterness. Perhaps it's something else.

{[ Character Likes :: Plushies, chocolate-mint candies, smutty romance novels ]}
{[ Character Ideas :: Doctor, Class-mate, hospital-mate, childhood friend, therapist, barista at favourite cafe ]}
{[ Plot Ideas :: None ]}



Anthony is thirty-seven. He's clumsy, eccentric, and generally a bit of a well-intentioned idiot. Seven years ago, he was living on the streets; working as a freelance artist and drawing caricatures to pay for food but after being discovered in a park by someone from a local, small manga-publishing agency, Anthony was offered a contract which he signed with fervor. After all, this was good money, wasn't it?

His comics became somewhat successful. Somewhere out there there's one or two little rabid fangirls obsessing over what will happen in the next volume of Crystalis. Fanboys pairing up their favorite couples from Lily and writing crappy lesbian smut fics...He's not particularly well known. Not world-renowned. Manga is, after all, just a low-art. But it brings in... money. Certainly not enough.

Anthony hadn't bothered to read the contract. He's a bit of a fool in that he acts without thinking. He was going to get money. Steady money. That was good enough for him! Serialized in a Japanese publication and all! He didn't actually realise at the time that his deadlines would be near impossible and his pay would be barely anything. Still, he's content with where he was, just as he was content as he was on the streets. Anthony is a hard one to get down, no matter what his circumstances.

Still, one cannot survive on cup ramen alone and eventually he found need to supplement his income, eventually taking up a job as an art teacher. Of course he'd taken a good number of the necessary courses back in college! Working with children had been his original intent! he'd hated art class...but eventually something snapped and he began to work hard. Now he'd back where he wanted to be originally: teaching.

Even now, though, he has his vice. Happy as he is, there's no mistaking that familiar chink every time he opens his desk. Those tiny little bottles of booze. Vodka, whiskey, Drambuie. He's terribly talented, with a style all his own. Anthony Harbright, though no one who reads his work knows his name as that...

Anthony is and always has been just one of those people who loves life. Who never complains... so why is he such a drunkard...?

{[ Character Likes :: Porn, booze, 4chan, anime, sickeningly-sweet coffee ]}
{[ Character Ideas :: Editor, commissioner, manga-ka, student, teacher, principal, coffee addict, artist, fan ]}
{[ Plot Ideas :: A fellow teacher knows well of Anthony's 'side job' as an author of sex-filled, smutty comics. Blackmail ensues... |+| When Anthony's new editor turns out to be a complete douche, a battle of epic proportions wins |+| Having lost his muse, Anthony's career falls further behind than it already was but when he meets a young man, obsession takes hold and, unwittingly, Anthony's new crush begins to appear in the artist's comics... ]}






{[ Character Likes :: Chocolate, sex, being worshiped, himself ]}
{[ Character Ideas :: None ]}
{[ Plot Ideas :: None ]}




{[ Character Likes :: Durian fruit, attention, gold, food, being arm-candy ]}
{[ Character Ideas :: Rival, ringmaster, circus performer, gypsy, thief ]}
{[ Plot Ideas :: None ]}


{[ Other Characters ]}
{[ Gabriel Hartman - Med-school drop-out ]}
{[ Aaron Hart - Hacker Extraordinaire` ]}
{[ Xolotl - Aztec Servant Boy ]}

Post Sample owo


"So, your family knows where you are, right? They're fine with this? They know who I am, right? - Er, that I'm your teacher, that is..... I wouldn't advise hem in on the rest of, well, you know. I know how I'd react if my non-existant child turned out to be, well..." The drone of Anthony's voice carried through the halls perhaps a little louder and a little clearer than it ought to. The entire plane ride, the entire taxi ride, the entire... everything had been mindless, nervous, anxious chatter, mixed in with the occasional bottle of booze. The walk down teh hallways of the rather depressing apartment building was no different.
From the outside, the building looked as though the city could put up a demolition notice at any time. The walls were ragged and stained with rust, the paint was peeling and the bricks were chipped. Inside, the building looked even worse. It had that horrible 'cheap motel trying to look classy' feel to it. The lights were dim and the carpet a hideous shade of brown-red. The apartment was, all-in-all, a far cry from what Isaiah was likely used to; to Anthony, it was home.
"...I know it's here somewhere..."
Speaking of Anthony, he'd now begun fishing around in his pockets and rummaging in his bag for the ring of keys he'd had not ten minutes earlier. Back pockets? Nope. Front pockets? Nope. Bag? Nope. wallet? Nope. The search began to become more and more frantic with every failed attempt to retrieve them. "I had them! I had them not ten minutes ago! I swear!" And with every frantic twist there came the jingle of keys, and Anthony completely overlooked the fact that he'd clipped them to his belt loop. Two minutes of frantic searching later, he managed to find them, grin sheepishly at isaiah, and force the correct key into the lock.

Click.

The door opened upon a short hallway. To the left was a small table, piled with mail, packages, letters, bills and probably an angry letter from a publisher or two. The coat closet was at the endof the small hallway which turne dinto teh livingroom, the kitchen, and the bedroom. The apartment was tiny. The apartment was crampped. There was still a pair of South Park boxers hanging from tre ceiling fan. Papers, penciles, books, comics, anime DVDs, figurines crowded teh livingroom; prints from this or that artist, from Anthony himself. Pictures from a convention hung proudly above a rediculously old television; a Playstation was hooked up and running. Beer bottles, rum bottles, cooler bottles left little room on the coffee table for, well, coffee.
The apartment was worse than even the hallways. In short it was a terribly cluttered mess. In short, the apartment resembled its owner.

Umm. Hi
I'd love to roleplay with you.

In case you want to know a bit about me...
- I'm a 16 year old female
- I'm in school, and hoping to continue with education up to, and including university
- I love to roleplay, and have been for about three years now
- I count myself as literate, mainly because I type words out in full, and try to spell everything write, with the correct grammer
- The length I post usually depends on the length of the other person's post, and how interested in the story I am

I like Scientist x Experiment and Ring-master x Circus act

Originally Posted by Kryztol Thorn

Umm. Hi
I'd love to roleplay with you.

In case you want to know a bit about me...
- I'm a 16 year old female
- I'm in school, and hoping to continue with education up to, and including university
- I love to roleplay, and have been for about three years now
- I count myself as literate, mainly because I type words out in full, and try to spell everything write, with the correct grammer
- The length I post usually depends on the length of the other person's post, and how interested in the story I am

I'll pass, dear. You're kinda young, and at a vulnerable age! You should be studying! D<
Good grades in high school = Good university!

Originally Posted by Jussi Moon

I like Scientist x Experiment and Ring-master x Circus act

o hai. Well, I'l be playing the circus act. That's my only demand. owo

*winces* saddly I'm only uke.

*shrugs* Ok then. Thanks for considering it.
Hope you can find someone soon.

Originally Posted by Jussi Moon

*winces* saddly I'm only uke.

You couldn't play a submissive seme? Or even just branch out and seme? D: