Intro is apparently needed. These are starters. If you wish to continue the RP, PM me with either the crappy little title of the starter or the name of my character in the starter.
Which one do I want to do?
Any of them! I didn't write this for the heck of it. Asking me which one may lead to me ignoring you (if I'm not bored) or an overdrive of sarcasm.
::The Rocker and The (maybe) Stalker::
"An autograph?" Dalila repeated the words with disbelief as she searched her pockets for her zippo lighter to light the cigarette hanging between her lips. She had her soft cover guitar case slung over her shoulder as she stood in the back alley behind the run down bar where her band, The Blood Roses, had just finish playing. Finding the zippo in one of her back pockets, she light her smoke before taking a quick drag, being polite enough not the exhale in the face of the person standing before her as she looked over the fan questioningly. "You want an autograph... from me?"
Be: A stalker or just a fan... or anything you'd like really.
::Mercenary Style::
Livia made her way into her favorite tavern, her finely decorated short sword hanging at her slender hip and clinking against the bar stool as she took a seat. "Anything for me, sweet stuff?" she said with a playful smirk on her lips as the barkeep came over to her. A quick shake of the head wiped it away, turning it into a frown. "The usual then." She sighed heavily as she slapped down a gold piece onto the counter. Business as a mercenary wasn't going as well as it normally did for the half-elf, but maybe a half-pint of mead would cheer her up.
Be:... A client or something!
::The Royal Witch::
Lyra blow at the purple liquid brewing in a small, black pot on top of a large stack of books in the middle of the room. There were similar stacks along the part of the wall. A large raven, her pet, sat perched on the half broken post of the lopsided bed that took up most of the room in the small chamber. The oversized bird let out a loud caw as the door to her chamber creaked open loudly. "Good evening, your majesty," she said sarcastically, never looking up from her work as she watch smoke pour over the sides of the small pot, though there was no flame beneath it. "How may I unwillingly help you this fine evening?"
Be: His/Her Majesty or surprise me!
 TricksterMessiah · Thu Aug 13, 2009 @ 11:04pm · 0 Comments |
