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  • advanced plotting with moi

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    Sorry jack ;-; i'll pm you what i had in mind! c:

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  • sink your teeth into this one - CHAT / PLOT

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    heather is also open lol c: I'm going to have her fight her way for alpha female of the absakrota pack. but not in a very physically aggressive way— more through careful manipulation and scheming. i'm making a druid male and i'm not sure what he'll be yet. but he will also be open when i'm finished with him lol.

  • plot with izzy?

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    hiya izzy c: i was wondering if you'd be interested in a blind x sighted person? i know you bolded mute, but i've done that before and i've been dying to do a blind one cx BUT we could still definitely do mute if you'd prefer it <3

  • sink your teeth into this one - CHAT / PLOT

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    me too. *rubs hands menacingly*


    i was planning on heather to fight her way in for alpha female because she's not much of a follower lol

  • sink your teeth into this one - CHAT / PLOT

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    *hugs* athelas, i have a great idea lol
    demonetta and heather should be the dream team because they'd never let anyone get in their way. then, of course they have the same ambition of reaching the top, so they can tear each other apart brutally when they get there c: it would be so cute~

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    no, they don't cx i don't think. i know in regular wolf packs they obviously are but in a few other werewolf roleplays i've been in, they don't have to be mates. they just call the shots and have the most power, is all.


    correct me if i'm wrong, waddles c: this is your roleplay, not mine lol

  • plot with izzy?

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    i was thinking it would be cute and fluffy... but then it can have the corruption of innocence. the blind one could have been blind or gone blind at a young age, thus not being able to experience things such as physical pleasures and drugs and whatnot. so perhaps the sighted one slowly introduces the blind one to these things, therefore destroying their remaining pure self cx with this, it would bring forth a lot of juicy drama lol


    did you have any ideas? c:

  • plot with izzy?

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    the sighted one solely because i couldn't pull off innocence very well. i could definitely try if you wanted to roleplay the sighted one^^ at one point i did have cute, fluffy characters so it probably wouldn't be too hard.

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    could you be a dear and make it? c: i'm going on a walk with my pups in a few minutes anyway~ ♥

  • because sometimes [private] believing isn't always seeing

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    you're right smh cx um my character is a bitch, so she's a woman^^ but, you can have a male or female character. doesn't matter to me lol


    i kind of have a way we could start the roleplay? we should have them meet at a holiday party your charrie's family is hosting. perhaps your character has a wealthy family, so they get the best everything (especially since they're blind), and my babe comes from the middle class yet she craves to have the luxurious items your character could have if they asked. this would give her an evil little motive to get to know your character and basically become a gold digger. but, i think eventually after our characters go through a bunch of shit together i want her to realize she's actually in love. by that time it should be too late to go back lol

  • because sometimes [private] believing isn't always seeing

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    i can start c: how old will your babe be? and what would be a general idea of his appearance? cx i'm going to have her spot him and just approach him because why not she's that kind of person cx

  • because sometimes [private] believing isn't always seeing

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    sweetness cx how would you feel about a small age gap? my character is a woman, after all cx i was going to have her be twenty one but i can bump her down to twenty or nineteen?

  • because sometimes [private] believing isn't always seeing

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 280px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;]"Mother, I told you I didn't want to go to the party. I have to work tonight." Came the whining voice of a blonde, who was currently rushing down the stairs, releasing pin curls from her mane. "I'm going to get fired because you insist on bringing me to every single event your friends have! I don't care if it's someone's baby shower who I don't even know!"




    "Tara, pipe down before the neighbors hear you." Came the sigh of a middle-aged woman sitting at the dining table of the small kitchen. "You're familiar with Mr. and Mrs. Webster! We all chatted together at Miss Janet's birthday a few months ago. Besides, I hear they have a son. If I remember correctly, he should be around your age." Her lips curled in a suggestive smile as her daughter appeared in the kitchen.




    "I'm not interested in boys; I like men. You already know that." The blonde, labeled as Tara, gave her ultramarine peepers a roll. "Besides, that's not the holiday spirit." She began to sift through the cabinets, scavenging for food as if she were a vulture. She found an orange in the refrigerator, and decided it would suffice. "Bye, Mom. I'm going to work. And... I'll be back at four." She grumbled the last sentence, turning away to exit the house via the front entrance. Her beautifully manicured nails dug into the fruit's rough exterior, while her free hand busied itself by struggling to unlock the door of her car. Her vehicle was, honestly, a piece of shit. Everything in her house was average, but anything that was expensive was usually the cheapest they could find it and still have the object function.




    The only things opulent in Tara's life was how she kept herself and her parents' friends. It was difficult growing up around the rich and fabulous when your life was nothing but regular. A lavish lifestyle was what she craved-- it wasn't fair that everyone else got to live the good life. There was only one reason she wasn't able to join the ranks of luxury, and it was her father's cancer. All their money always went into his treatment. It was horrible at first, but after a while she'd grown numb to the whole situation. There were up days and there were down days, albeit everyday was a blessing.




    The drive to work was the usual. The roads were covered in a fresh sheet of frost, for Jack had left their community a thin blanket of snow. It was reported that the harsh weather would intensify by next week-- just in time to have a perfectly white Christmas. This was always the most cherry time of the year. Red, green, gold, and silver was plastered on almost every surface, while the smell of pine and freshly baked goods wafted through the air if you ever chose to take an evening stroll downtown. Festive music was on every radio station, practically forcing you into a jolly mood. Some people may find it too pretentious for their liking, but Tarbear loved it!




    She arrived at work safely with a tiny smile pinching the corners of her pink lips. She greeted her co-workers as she entered the building, swiftly heading to the back to change into her work attire. She had gained employment at a local seafood restaurant, the only one in town since they were located nowhere near the ocean. She was required to wear black pants and a black shirt, which she conveniently kept in a locker that the restaurant provided. Her shift, personally, seemed to go by quite swiftly. Nothing unusual had crossed her path, other than a group of young men in sweaters asking to get her number. That did happen often to her. People mistook her kindness for flirting. She didn't mind it all that much, and had even grown accustomed to the mix ups. It was all apart of her job. When the clock struck three-thirty, she retired into her original street clothes then waved farewell to her fellow waiters and waitresses.




    Waitressing was only a temporary occupation until she finished beauty school. She'd dropped out of college after not being able to afford it, and cosmetology was the next, cheaper option. She found she enjoyed it much more than studying literature, which her parents had pushed her to do. A nail technician sounded absolutely splendid to her; she was a lover of beauty and perfection, after all.




    Tara found herself walking through the front door of her house only twenty minutes later-- ten minutes earlier than what she'd promised her mother! Her father would be coming home at six, as it took men far less longer to get ready for events. Humming, the young woman went straight to her bathroom for a lengthy shower to start her preparation routine. The party started at seven, leaving her a mere three hours to get ready! She'd have to rush herself if she was to meet her time limit!




    She spent the first hour showering, then moisturizing and plucking. The next hour was spent on her oral hygiene and applying nail lacquer, with her make-up squeezing in the last fifteen minutes. Her final hour was spent perfecting said make-up, which was the usual foundation with her winged eyeliner and blush, and pulling her dried hair into a messy (yet fashionable) bun. Prior to her mother yelling at her to hurry, she whipped out her dress for the evening. It was nothing special, just a strapless, red mini dress that hugged her curves in the most flattering of ways. It almost passed as a dress to wear to a club, but with the faux diamond accessories she paired with it, opinions could be changed to the more acceptable outlook.




    After slipping into her crisp pearl stilettos, her appearance was complete. "Coming!" She squealed to her parents as she hopped down the stairs, her purse swinging madly in her tight grip. She followed her father out to his truck, climbing into the back to allow her mother the passenger seat. On the ride over, Tara had managed to apply a bit of fresh vanilla perfume, along with adding some color to her lips with a burgundy shade to match her dress.




    The party's estate came into sight, and it was nothing that impressed Tarbear. The wealthy and their material items never seemed to throw her into a state of awe anymore. The blonde followed her father up the driveway while her mother parked the car. She was silent as she entered the building through the welcoming open door. Her eyes darted casually around the bright foyer, already filled with laughing guests. Her father had instantly spotted the host and hostess, his larger hand resting on her bare shoulder.




    "We'll go say hello. I think that's their son with them." Her father, Scott, pointed toward a young man standing beside an older woman. They were already in a conversation, but nothing that appeared very deep.




    "Swell." Tara smirked, her hands clasping behind her back. She allowed her father to lead her over, her eyes scrutinizing the Webster's son the whole time they approached. She didn't think very much of him. He was attractive, she could admit that to herself, but he wasn't exactly speaking. In fact... He looked rather indifferent. He must be feeling the same as her-- uninterested.




    "Hi." She spoke as soon as they were close enough. Her greeting was directed at this young man, as her father had already begun to engage the older audience. "I'm Tara Lynne. You're the Webster boy I've heard about, correct?" She cocked an eyebrow in playful suspicion, her hand being offered to him. Unlike everyone else at the party, she was utterly oblivious to a complicated fact.