I can go first if no one's writing

whats the legal working age again
for this rp

3

I've never RP'd before. Am I allowed in this?
~Huffly

of course

Name: Yuki (help me think of a last name)
Age: 15, i guess?
Gender: Girl
Sexuality: No idea
Appearance: long, straight dark black hair with sideswept bangs, purple-gray eyes, pale skin, dark blue shirt, black skirt, long black coat
Job: None
Personality: Quiet around strangers, but happy and fun around friends/family.
Background: No idea
Extra: She's obsessed with cats. Like hugely obsessed.

which group?

I want to join
But

I'm
I don't know how to roleplay I guess??

nikamonchi a dit :

I want to join
But

I'm
I don't know how to roleplay I guess??

sidhfsodighsdohg

join anyways

whatever nika just join :)

shut up all of you ur great rpers

I dont care what group. Put me in one yourself.

slowly raises Huffly's hand

"Huffly volunteers to be in Jin's group"

There was something that Vienna disliked about magic, and it was that magic was different with everyone.

She held out a book in front of her that she had been wanting to read for some time but had avoided it simply for procrastination's sake. She'd finally picked it up when she couldn't fall asleep. Only she didn't have a bedside lamp, only a light switch on the other side of the room; she was much too snugged into her bed to get up and switch it on.

So it was thus that she resorted to using her small magic powers. She could make light, she could make it for an hour or so. Enough to make her like the book enough that she'd be able to pick it up again soon.

Except her light was a dim, rosy glow, hardly enough to read the small, printed letters on the page. And if she tried to make it brighter, it most likely wouldn't help and she'd have--maybe twenty--a shorter amount to read the book, which was certainly not enough time.

In the end, she decided she simply could not sleep and she'd do anything to make herself more tired. Vienna got out of her warm covers and flipped the switched up. She then settled back in and started reading, flipping the pages and getting more and more into the book. Until her eyes drooped, and, closing the book, she laid back and fell asleep.

Her bedroom window shone brightly in the unlit street of the neighborhood.

Jin glanced at the patient who had come to beg him for help solving whatever predicament he had gotten himself into. Honestly, Jin wasn't that good of doctor, nor did he care to learn how to become one. Definitely one of his major flaws. Besides, he was so goddamn attractive it was funny to play into the "hot doctor" stereotype.

Like, imagine getting your wrist broken, rushing to the emergency room, then "oh no he's hot." Always really hilarious when that happened to someone. Jin lived for that moment.

He sighed, shoved the various stacks of paper off of his desk, creaky fan blowing them every way haphazardly. He turned around, "What happened this time-"

The patient was covered in blood.

Jin passed out onto the floor.

Quite attractively, if he did say so himself.

Nika where the hell are you and your form

also you've been forced into Group B why don't you talk to Becca about that if you have anything wrong with it

I'm
Trying to create my "dream" character

haha liked that you put nika in anyways
Becca.............................
no coment whatsoever.
finally rping
finally.
Name: Lina
Age: 17
Gender: Gal *counts number of guys and gals*
Sexuality: not limited to anything whatsoever
Appearance:
do you think we love you more than the
japanese love tentacle porn
and we should dance dance dance dance...
to the stereotypessssssssssss

Group: whatever group A is
Job: one who can be found singing/dancing during a fight :D
Personality: Never Observant, Likes to polish big shields, Has long nails
Background: noe

Extra: scarred by scones for life, she once ate one, only to find out it was BURNT,
never eating a scone again

nikamonchi a dit :

I'm
Trying to create my "dream" character

haha little nika

"Um, sir..."

Ah. There it was. The voice of yet another satisfied customer. Honestly, everyone was so kind. He wasn't that good, was he...? Oh, but who was he kidding? He simply had to be! However, being at the top of his field was hard work. The boy constantly had to accept compliment after compliment with each day of work served, and the act was becoming a bit... tiring. They could just write! He always made sure to offer customers his e-mail. They always declined, but he knew they were just being shy. What a pity.

With a turn of his heel, the barista was graced with the sight of a grateful patron to his endearing service, but he couldn't force a smile. He tilted his head nonchalantly, uttering an "Aye?"

"Well, my order's wrong."

The words cut through the boy's ears like a sharpened knife, mentally and mortally wounding him. Seriously. He started to sweat nervously, an arm outstretching to scratch the back of his head. "Uh... ain't true. I never get an order wrong."

The customer only frowned in return, a tiny gasp threatening to fall from Mook's lips at the unhappy sight. "I'm telling you. I ordered coffee. This is tea. Taste it for yourself." They held the plastic cup up to the barista's face, as if expecting him to take a sip. "I want my money back, alright?"