Posts by SilencePaw1313

She looked back. The boy. I blushed and rolled my eyes, with a small laugh.

I would have you be the male, as I'm not very well at playing the male. Saying this now.

I can list ideas (below) and you get to choose from the list. Tell me the idea that you like and I'll write a plot upon the subject, and make the thread. All I ask is you tell me the male name you plan to use when picking the die.

Ideas - / / -
- Long time best friends fall in love
- Creature boarding school buddies
- Creature hunter and fallen angel
- Teen summer camp friends

/yawns/ Alright Alright Katniss calm your sh*t.
You're gonna have to gimme a second to write these plots. (Cause theyre gonna be long.)

oh thank you im getting coffee.

no wait I dont have coffee f*ck

//longing glare
Ur a booty
ill go make the thread

Desired on a name??

"Cause I'm so through-"

"- with barely hanging on."

wip ew

- - Hmm?

a plagυe нιт тнe naтιon - нιт тнe world

- It was three months and two weeks ago when what scientists called a sickness spread through out North America, then South America, Africa, and Asia. It spread everywhere in the world, turning those it came into contact with, in bites, scratches, if it got into your blood stream you would turn into one of the beasts. It started with sickness. You'd run a fever, most likely over one-hundred, then you'd begin to cough of blood, have extreme hallucinations, bleeding from the eyes and nose, and finally death. Yet, they wouldn't die. The infected would come back, with an extreme thirst for blood and crave of flesh-human flesh. Except when you came back, you didn't speak, all you did was kill, and feast. The sickness turned into a virus, then was called a Plague. There isn't a cure-well that we know of. Now there is nothing left, but the plague-and us. We are known as the Sparrows. We have a camp hidden away, so good luck finding it with the Plague around.

тнe ғace claιмѕ

тнe ѕparrowѕ

тнe plagυe

тнe ғorм

тнe rυleѕ

тнe relaтιonѕнιpѕ

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"wє αll hαvє sєcrєts ;; whαt mαkєs чσurs spєcíαl"

;; Plot
;; For centuries there have been legends of reapers, the grim reaper in American culture, who walk along the Earth, going to those who are facing death, looking him in the eye. These reapers as theyre called have powers, mostly elemental. Air, water, earth, fire or shadows. They have the ability to control these elemental powers to get the souls of those who are about to go-or if they've made a deal with death himself. They are sent to collect the souls, by killing them. In some cases though, they go for those who have already died, taking them into Heaven, or hell, or where ever theyre religion says they go to. These reapers look exactly like humans- they eat, sleep and learn like humans. They grow old. They are not immortal. They have to keep their lives a secret- or all other reapers gain up on they traitor. They torture, and then kill the traitor, erasing them from the presence of everymind who had ever met them. Being a reaper is dangerous, but its worth it. You have immunity for every supernatural being who dares to fight a reaper, you have power-large amounts of power, and you're strong. Rather strong.

;; Reapers
;; Reapers arent what the stories say. They dont dress in all black, well some do, but not robes. They dont have skills as faces, but some wear masks to give that impression. They dont carry sycthes every where they go. Instead, repears dress how they want, use a weapon if they want, and if they dont want too. It all depends on who they are. Most repears posses the most common elements, air, water, earth, and fire. Only a few choose ones have the shadow element.

;; Rules
;; You may choose to be a another reaper or you may choose to be a human.
;; You can play a female or a male, which ever you prefer.
;; Since this roleplay is indeed a advanced roleplay, you are to have at least three sentences per post. If you have low muse or something, please feel free to tell me and you can post when you are able to. If you are busy, again I understand, but please tell me. If you are gone for a more then three days with no reply, I will delete your posts and reopen this roleplay.
;; If we get to a doing-the-didly-dang-doing-do we will fade in and fade out.
;; To see how you should set up your character look at mine. To do the name thing, go to fontmeme.com and pick what you like the most. Thank you!

[img width=510 height=132]http://fontmeme.com/newcreate.…ize=59&style_color=000000[/img]


A soft sigh moved from my two lips as my green eyes blinked open. I darted my eyes around, brightness of white light shining into bulbs. I blinked a few times, the brightness fading and my pupils growing into a natural state. I looked around at the pale grey walls, my eyes falling half closed. I sat up, blinking and pulling the black covers from my bed closer against me. The nightmare of being stabbed had left me drenched in sweat. I've had it for three weeks straight, so it wasn't anything new, but yet everytime I saw the violet eyes of whoever tormented me, I was horrified. You can't blame me, it would be scary. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and tossed aside my blankets. It was my first day at Ritherhill's Highschool. I was in eleventh grade. My care taker Niofite told me there were kids like me; she meant powers. Elemental powers. I knew they either had to reapers-like me, or they were something else. She did warn me to keep what my powers were a secret. After all, the last shadow caster in Ritherhills killed thirty eight men in one night, then vanished without a trace. I let out another sigh, pulling my hair into a messy bun. I never really understood why they called it a messy bun, it was fuzzy, not messy. I shook my head with a small smirk, standing and walking to my closet.