Posts by Dippsey

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  • ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ғʀoᴍ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀcʜ - PLOTTING - so sʜᴇ ʀᴀɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ sʟᴇᴇᴘ

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    [size=20pt]Hi guys! c:[/size]
    So I'm an experienced RPer with a new account, and I'm looking for some threads; please read below and then, if you're still there, shoot your ideas at me! But no bullets, please, I'm too beautiful to die c:
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    What I WILL do:
    Romance
    • GxB - I'm afraid I only do this pairing in romance threads, as I'm really bad at any others.


    Species
    • Humans - Most of my threads are about human characters, but I prefer to play female characters if that's okay as I'm not good at playing males. At the moment I am willing to RP one male in a private thread, just to start getting my muse up for it. I'm fine with either realistic human characters or supernatural ones, like vampires or angels and demons.
    • Animals - I'm still up for creating cat threads, but only with advanced RPers and only if I really like the plot. Wolves and big cats follow this same rule.


    Genres
    • Romance
    • Medieval - Game of Thrones-esque, I have a lot of muse for this at the moment.
    • Supernatural plots as described above, especially vampires as long as it's not a cliched plot.
    • Fairytale-type settings.
    • Darker threads, e.g. substance abuse, mental issues, gangs, etc.
    • Realistic RPs, but preferably not in school - school can be an element, but there needs to be others too.


    Movie/Book Based - not canon
    • Harry Potter - I have a plot idea for this.
    • Percy Jackson - I have a couple of vague ideas for this.
    • Divergent
    • Maze Runner (though I've only seen the movie)
    • Game of Thrones - Basic setting
    • If you have another, just ask, I probably haven't thought to put it up here. c:


    Other Details:
    • I live in England so I'm in the GMT zone (6 hours ahead of the site).
    • I do swear quite a bit if allowed to, so I'm fine with you doing it or not, it's your choice. I will match your swearing-ness. c:
    • I'm also fine with mature plots.
    • My writing amount also tends to vary depending on what I'm given, but I ask that you judge yourself to be fully advanced and can write at least three paragraphs in an average post. I'm also happy to do uber-advanced if you want as well.


    [font=cursive]What I will NOT do:
    Genres
    • Rape, incest, etc. It's wrong.
    • Anime
    • Group threads - At least not until I've established my activity on this account.
    • That's basically it. ^^


    So... Yeah. ^^ If you're interested in anything else just suggest it, I can probably do it. Thanks for reading this far - I have no particular plot ideas at the moment but I'm sure that if you don't we can create one.

  • ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ғʀoᴍ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀcʜ - PLOTTING - so sʜᴇ ʀᴀɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ sʟᴇᴇᴘ

    [align=center][font=times new roman][color=black][size=8]Hmm... Well, perhaps the Lannisters took her without being aware of her status during a raid of some kind. Then, when they find out years later, they barter with the Dothraki for loyalty from the Khal? That would give them a reason to attack later as well; perhaps the Dothraki don't keep their promise.

  • ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ғʀoᴍ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀcʜ - PLOTTING - so sʜᴇ ʀᴀɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ sʟᴇᴇᴘ

    [align=center][font=times new roman][color=black][size=8]Sorry for not replying everyone, I haven't had wifi for a few days. ^^


    zephyr - I'm afraid I have no knowledge of the elder scrolls, but what do you mean exactly by dinosaurs? And are you talking about the show or the genre supernatural? c:


    Malarkey - Hmm... Wait, which character would you be RPing?

  • ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ғʀoᴍ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀcʜ - PLOTTING - so sʜᴇ ʀᴀɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ sʟᴇᴇᴘ

    [align=center][font=times new roman][color=black][size=8]Malarkey - I would prefer to play girls, yes, but you'd be surprised how many people don't read that bit so I thought I'd just check c: If you want to then that would be great, thanks!


    zephyr - I'm afraid I don't watch the show, but I've never tried a Jurassic World thread before so I'd be up for it ^^

  • ʟɪᴋᴇ wᴇ'ʀᴇ ɢoɴɴᴀ ᴅɪᴇ ʏouɴɢ || ʟɪoинᴇᴀʀт's cнᴀʀᴀcтᴇʀ ɢᴀʟʟᴇʀʏ

    [font=times]Thanks for letting me use this until I can be bothered to make my own c:



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  • ʟɪᴋᴇ wᴇ'ʀᴇ ɢoɴɴᴀ ᴅɪᴇ ʏouɴɢ || ʟɪoинᴇᴀʀт's cнᴀʀᴀcтᴇʀ ɢᴀʟʟᴇʀʏ

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    [GIVEN NAME] Selsa Rosyn Hill / Rosyn Selsa Hill / Stelsa Gwendyn Hill / Arin Ensley Hill / Raina Arin Hill / Mila Gwendyn Hill / Nissa Gwendyn Hill
    [BIRTH NAME] Naqqi (Naqis - Small) / Lisi / Nasi / Navvi (Navik - Beginner) / Esinni (Esina (Esinalat) - (To be) Different) / Evi (Eveth - Water) / Thirli (Thirlat - To Survive) / Aheshi (Ahesh - Snow) / Havvi (Havazh - Sea) / Verri (Verak - Traveler) /
    Ayi (Ayolat - To Wait) / Thirli (Thirlat - To Survive)
    [GIVEN NAME MEANING]
    [BIRTH NAME MEANING]
    [NICKNAME]
    [GENDER]
    [AGE]
    [BIRTHDAY]
    [BLOOD TYPE]
    [SPECIES]
    [ETHNICITY/NATIONALITY]
    [SEXUALITY]
    [RELATIONSHIP STATUS]
    [CRUSH]
    [OCCUPATION]
    [CRIMINAL RECORD] (If any)




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    [FACECLAIM:]
    [HEIGHT]
    [WEIGHT]
    [BUILD]
    [ATHLETICISM] (Are they physically fit? Do they have runners' muscles or a fighter's?
    [EYES]
    [SKIN TONE]
    [FACIAL FEATURES]
    [HAIR]
    [GENERAL HAIRSTYLE]
    [OVERALL IMPRESSION]
    [DISTINGUISHING FEATURES]
    [SCARS] (If any)
    [TATTOOS/PIERCINGS] (If any)
    [LEFT OR RIGHT-HANDED?]
    [CLOTHING STYLE]
    [ANY SPECIAL ACCESSORIES]
    [TOKENS/MEMENTOS ON THEIR PERSON] (Something they might always carry with them)
    [WEAPONS]




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    [VOICE] e.g. tone, pattern, any accents
    [GENERAL DEMEANOR] e.g. sarcastic, overbearing, pretentious, shy
    [CO-ORDINATION SKILLS]
    [POSTURE/WALKING STYLE]
    [HABITUAL GESTURES] e.g. playing with hair, biting nails when nervous




    [OTHER HABITS/ADDICTIONS]
    [SLEEPING HABITS]
    [TALENTS/SKILLS]
    [WEAK SKILL AREAS]
    [HOBBIES]




    [SUPERNATURAL ABILITIES] (If any)
    [CONTROL OVER ABILITY]
    [ATTITUDE TO ABILITY]




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    [BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF CHILDHOOD/BIRTH HOME]
    [CURRENT LOCATION]
    [LIVING STYLE] e.g. cluttered, neat, cosy, modern, clean
    [MENTAL ILLNESSES] (If any)
    [PHYSICAL ILLNESSES] (If any)




    [FATHER]
    [ALIVE OR DEAD]
    [FATHER'S OCCUPATION]
    [FATHER'S RELATIONSHIP TO CHARACTER]
    [MOTHER]
    [ALIVE OR DEAD]
    [MOTHER'S OCCUPATION]
    [MOTHER'S RELATIONSHIP TO CHARACTER]
    [OTHERS]
    [OTHER SIGNIFICANT RELATIONSHIPS TO CHARACTER]




    [HISTORY]
    [EARLIST MEMORY]
    [HAPPIEST MEMORY]
    [SADDEST MEMORY]
    [KEY LIFE MOMENT]
    [BIGGEST ACCOMPLISHMENT]
    [BIGGEST REGRET]




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    [PERSONALITY]




    [MORALITY]
    [SENSE OF SELF-CONTROL]
    [SENSE OF IMPULSE/INSTINCT] e.g. are they more logical than instinctual?
    [BEHAVIOUR TO FRIENDS]
    [BEHAVIOUR TO STRANGERS]
    [BEHAVIOUR IN PRIVATE]
    [SOCIAL SKILLS]




    [REACTION TO CONFLICT]
    [REACTION TO DANGER]
    [REACTION TO LOSS]
    [REACTION TO PAIN]




    [PRESSURE POINTS] e.g. being criticised, being wrong, past memories, guilt
    [WEAK POINTS] these are good, e.g. being tickled, being hugged, laughing




    [OPINION ON subject matter] e.g. Mudbloods, the Hunger Games
    [OPINION ON DEATH]




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    [HOGWARTS HOUSE]
    [PATRONUS]
    [BOGGART]




    [INTELLIGENCE]
    [LANGUAGES]
    [MIND FRAME] e.g. optimist, pessimist or realist
    [EXTROVERT OR INTROVERT]
    [PATIENCE LEVEL]
    [SENSE OF TRUST]
    [SENSE OF HUMOUR]
    [FAVOURITE THING ABOUT THEMSELVES]
    [LEAST LIKED THING ABOUT THEMSELVES]
    [PERSONAL MOTTO]
    [WISH] If granted one wish, what would it be?




    [GREATEST FEAR]
    [OTHER FEARS]
    [STRENGTHS]
    [WEAKNESSES]
    [BIGGEST/DARKEST SECRET] (If any)




    [DREAM OCCUPATION]
    [RELIGION] (If any)
    [SUPERSTITIONS] (If any)
    [STAR SIGN]
    [CHINESE ZODIAC]
    [ELEMENT]
    [THEME SONGS]




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    [COLOUR]
    [FOOD]
    [DRINK]
    [BOOK]
    [MOVIE]
    [GENRE] e.g. horror, fantasy
    [MUSIC GENRE]
    [PLACE]
    [PERSON]
    [POSSESSION]
    [SCHOOL SUBJECT]
    [ANIMAL]
    [color=#FFFFFF][SEASON]




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    [color=#FFFFFF][PREFERRED NAMES]


    [color=#FFFFFF][ACTIVITY LEVEL]


    [color=#FFFFFF][MUSE]


    [color=#FFFFFF][OTHER]



    danielle campbell

  • wooden horses that fly across the sea [private]


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    • Born in a major Dothraki tribe to the Khal and Khaleesi.
    • Was the second child only to a brother who was four years old at the time of her birth. He should have become the future Khal, but fate was not so kind to him.
    • Named Naqqi by her father; this was derived from the Dothraki word 'Naqis', meaning 'small', and was given to her because of her then tiny frame.
    • However, the name was never made official in a naming ceremony as the Dothraki campsite was raided by Westerns soldiers only a few days after Naqqi's birth. The army was acting under orders given by the powerful Lannisters, who had heard of the Khalasar's growing power and the Khal's increasing indifference towards the 'danger' of the sea.
    • They attacked just before dawn, when most of the Dothraki were asleep. Without any chances to get on their horses or pick up their weapons, the first few were slain in their sleep. The Khal, however, was awake and corralled his people to fight only to be cut down himself defending his people. His bloodriders followed soon after. The Khaleesi was then killed in a vain attempt to distract a soldier from her terrified children, and Naqqi's older brother was killed with a single blow.
    • In all, almost ten thousand Dothraki were killed in a single night, and the only few to be spared were the infant females, taken for servants. Many died on the voyage back, but Naqqi, despite being dangerously young and small, was cared for by a Lannister woman until she reached the shore.
    • Renamed Nissa, the girl grew up oblivious to her violent origins, and became handmaiden to Rosyn Lannister, the Lady of Casterly Rock and the same woman that had nursed Nissa in the first few days of her life.
    • Seventeen years passed by, and Nissa, under the impression that she had been taken in as an orphan by the generosity of the Lannisters; even her last name, Hill, was the typical 'bastard' name of the Westerlands.
    • Despite this, Nissa retained some Dothraki characteristics; riding came as naturally as walking to her, and she often felt uncomfortable when sailing across water with her Mistress.
    • Because of that discomfort, it was not with the greatest joy that she was told to prepare for a several day voyage across to Essos with the Lannister party.
    • She is terrified of her future with the Dothraki, as she does not remember anything of her past.




    I loved your post! I'll put this up as soon as I can, either today or tomorrow. c:

  • wooden horses that fly across the sea [private]


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; background: url(); borderwidth=4px; width: 200px; border-bottom-radius:2px; border:0px dashed ; border-radius:0px; line-height: 100%; overflow: auto; width: 400px][justify][size=8][font=times]They chose not to tell her until the shoreline was well out of sight, using tact to avoid any chances of losing the girl. Before then, Nissa had only been informed that she was accompany her Lady across the Narrow Sea to Essos, where a negotiation with the Dothraki people was to take place. In truth, no one had lied to her, as she was currently sailing across to Essos with the Lady Lannister; they had simply neglected to mention that she would not be coming back.




    As soon as the anchor was pulled up, however, Lady Rosyn had changed her previously cheerful tune, informing Nissa in a matter-of-fact tone that the servant girl was to be sold to the Dothraki as part of a deal. What the Lannisters were getting in return, however, had not been endowed upon the girl, nor had many other details. She was simply left to sit in a state of shock by herself, attempting to come to terms with her impending future as a sold slave. Even now, several days later, Nissa had not quite been able to process the fact that soon she would be in the hands of foreign strangers famous for their savagery, in a land that could not be different from her own.




    It was only when the party had reached the alien shore that Nissa finally began to panic, barely able to tie the strings of her Mistress's cloak. She had pushed the thought of what would happen to her from her mind, but now the brunette found herself overwhelmed with terrifying images, possessing no knowledge of how Dothraki slaves were treated. She assumed that was what she was to be sold as, having spent her life as a mere servant even to the much more civilised Lannisters. The only ideas the handmaiden possessed of the strange culture were stories whispered down by old septas and well-traveled soldiers, descriptions of tall, tanned warriors with manes of black hair and skin as tough as that of their horses. Even now, as she stole a glance in the tall looking glass of Lady Rosyn's chamber, she knew that the slender, copper-skinned creature looking back at her through large dark eyes would stand no chance against any Dothraki.




    No one saw the need to escort Nissa from the ship - they was nowhere she could run, after all. And, whilst she was still in the hands of the Lannisters, it appeared that she was expected to tend to the nobles as if nothing were out of the ordinary. She walked hesitantly from the ship a few steps behind Lady Rosyn, who, since revealing Nissa's fate, had been painfully indifferent to the girl who had grown up serving her. Now, however, the older woman spoke out, addressing Nissa without turning her head.




    "I will not lie, I shall be sad to see you go, Nissa." Rosyn's tone was cool and frank, barely communicating any emotion that would allow the servant to tell her true intentions.
    "And I shall be sad to go, M'Lady," Nissa replied. Her voice could not have been different to her Lady's, weak from the voyage and trembling with pure uncertainty. Suddenly, however, she was not so sure that she would be sad to go; whilst she had no idea of what her future entailed, and the Lannisters had always been cordial to her, there was a seed of doubt planting itself in her mind. They were, after all, selling her to a strange people as casually as one might send a horse to be slaughtered.




    "You're trembling, Girl. Has the voyage disagreed with you?" This next question held a little more of what sounded like concern for Nissa, and she paused, realising that she was indeed shivering despite the warm weather. She noticed something else in Lady Rosyn's voice, though; something almost like amusement at the girl's discomfort. "Yes, M'Lady; I have no doubt I'll recover soon." As she spoke, Nissa knew that it was only half true. She was shaking form fear and anticipation, feeling the adrenalin course through her veins.




    But, as she stepped down onto the sun-beaten sand of the shore, her nerves did resolute themselves a little, finding comfort in the sure steadiness of the land. Oddly, she felt comfortable in the strange climate, not missing the weather of Westeros itself at all. Finally able to breath fresh, dry air after days on end at sea, Nissa allowed her dark gaze to wander around, scanning across the bright blue sky and sandy stretches of grass. It was then that, with the Lannister party milling around her, Nissa noticed the Dothraki silhouettes, lined like black strikes against the horizon.




    After that, her mind ceased to work anymore - she saw and heard nothing but the tribe of horsemen. She barely noticed when her own people left her there, defenceless against even one of the horses, and it took her a moment to realise that she was being addressed. Blinking, Nissa yanked herself from her stupor, looking up at the taller figure in front of her and attempting to make some sense of what was going on. "What is your name?"




    At first, Nissa barely even realised that the Khal in front of her was speaking her own language, and she started a little when she worked it out, more from surprise than anything else. She regarded the stranger with both fear and curiosity, her eyes large and dark. He was nothing like the descriptions she had heard before. His skin was as pale as that of the Lannisters, his hair a similar hue. He even spoke in Nissa's own tongue, not the strange language that she had heard of before.




    "Nissa Hill, My Lor-" The words came out more easily than expected, but trailed off momentarily as the girl searched in vain for the right title with which to address the Khal. She frowned a little, her forehead furrowing ever so slightly; she was suddenly all too aware of how alone she was in the company of these strangers. But now was not the time to miss home, so she steeled her nerves, biting back her anxiety. She had a question, one that she would not be able to function without knowing the answer to, so she thought she would simply ask and hope not to be killed on the spot. Even if she was, well - there wasn't much she could do about it.
    [color=white]"What... What is to become of me now that I am here?"     The question was as formal as she could make it, and dotted with hesitations, but she fought to steady her voice as best she could, slowly gathering the courage to meet his eyes.

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    Nissa did not have long to try and analyse the stranger in front of her, however; within a moment she was faced with new set of surprises. She had, over the past few days of her voyage, prepared for every bad possibility that lay in her future; she had been scared, yes, but as ready as she could be for the life of a slave, treated with no more respect than one would show towards an animal. Yet here she was, being presented with her own horse, handmaiden and a protector who could no doubt crush her with one hand if he wanted to. And he had pledged to protect her; she found that she couldn't explain anything that was happening.




    The brunette stayed mute, fighting hard to order her thoughts as she listened to the pale Dothraki's words. It seemed, at least, that she was indeed going to be given an explanation even if it was still just out of reach. Her gaze was the only part of her that moved, the dark brown orbs flickering first from the face of the Khal, to those of her handmaiden and 'bloodrider'; the handmaiden seemed friendly enough, and possessed the same expression that Nissa had often worn herself when serving someone she liked. The bloodrider, however, was harder to read. He was one of the largest men Nissa had ever encountered, and yet as she glanced over to the rest of the Dothraki people all of them seemed to be fearsome warriors. His face, curiously enough, contained a similar expression to that of the handmaiden - it was welcoming if nothing else, and void of any obvious threat.




    Finally, Nissa found her gaze returning to the sleek body of the horse, an elegant creature with a pelt so pale it seemed almost unnatural. She had always held a love for the majestic animals - something that would apparently now serve her well in the company of the Dothraki - but this mare was one of the finest she'd ever seen. It was not heavy and docile like the ones she had often ridden beside Lady Rosyn, but smaller and graceful, with eyes that gleamed with a kind of spirit only the wilderness could bestow.




    Surely if it was her own horse she could touch it; Nissa swiftly decided that this would be her best chance, to test her boundaries before they were broken. So, with a little hesitation, she stepped towards the creature, walking up beside it to run a tentative palm over its neck and shoulder. The mare's fur was soft and warm, calming Nissa's nerves a little and finally allowing her to stop trembling quite so much. It was with this newfound tranquility that the girl managed to find an answer, and she spoke quietly, turning back to face the Khal. [color=white]"I cannot whether I trust you yet, but you have my word - I will not flee," She decided eventually, her voice steady. In truth, it was not much of a risk. There wasn't exactly anywhere Nissa could run if she tried.

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    When the mass of humans and horses alike finally reached their destination, however, Nissa suddenly found the strange numbness that she had grown accustomed to over the past few days dissipate like mist under sunlight. In its place came a flood of the emotions that she had been failing to connect with - the tired ache from the journey, the shock of the past few days' events, fear towards the Dothraki, panic at the notion of having nowhere to run, and, above all, pure dread. It lay in her stomach like poison, speeding her pulse to an impossible level every time the brunette considered life as part of this Dothraki tribe.




    Everything around her was moving faster, too: her handmaiden swiftly took her horse from her and she was led into a guarded tent without as much as a single word, taking a hesitant seat and looking towards her new acquaintance. If she could call him that; she knew not whether to trust him or his kind just yet. Nissa examined her surroundings with large eyes as he spoke to her, in a poor attempt to distract herself from her hectic mind without having to look at Clyde. There was food nearby, a variety of strange fruits and meat that looked both alien and deliciously tempting after her voyage. Yet she took none, her attention held entirely by his confusing question.




    "I know nothing of a prophecy," She replied simply after a few moments' pause. It was the truth, after all, and she saw no point in pretending otherwise if no advantage could be gained from it. [color=white]"Word of this region does not travel far where I am from, only a few stories. I was once told of a Khal who... He was born in Westeros, and taken in by the Dothraki people, but no more than that." Again, her voice betrayed her anxiety, and she spoke dissonantly, pausing often to try and order her thoughts. He was, she assumed, the Khal that stories spoke of, judging from his surprising complexion and how he spoke in her own tongue, something that she had not heard from any of the other Dothraki during the journey.




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    Not at all, I loved your post! And I understand completely about exams, I have a few coming up myself so my posts might get worse soon. ^^