A Gift For Fiction (With Plots!)

[Dies Irae]

In a dark room, a single light shined throughout the darkness, sitting on a table was a candle, thrust into the wax was a quill, the long white feather swaying elegantly in the slight breeze blowing in through the open window. At the table sat a figure, cloaked by the darkness around him, the figure stood and left the dark room. Lying on the table, a piece of old parchment, the ink still fresh from the quill used to write the words upon it. Those words read in the dripping black ink.​

A Gift For Fiction....

Once there was a writer sitting at his desk.
He had written many things in the confines of his room.
One day that writer became sick of his own writing.
He wanted more, someone else to write with him.
The writer left his room, in search of partners.
To create stories and tales know by all.
That is why this writer left, his room closed forever.
And that writer's name was one of mystery.

-Dies Irae.
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Welcome One and All.

My name is Dies Irae (Di'es Ear-ray for exact pronunciation) and i am in search of people to write with.

x: I am a literate to advanced literate writer, many of my posts can be 4-5 paragraphs strong, usually 5-10 lines each.
x: I prefer story driven over pure smut, sex can occur but it doesn't need to be every post.
x: I can come up with plots, or we can work them out together. (Prefer together)
x: I enjoy talking with my partners, strike up a conversation about something while we rp.
x: My preferred means of rps are Threads, Pm's i will not rp on messengers.
x: I would prefer if you would tell me if your bored, i can attempt to fix it or we can stop, i will tell you if i am bored of it.
x: If you cannot post enough to give me something to reply to, do not bother asking me. I don't like one-liners or small sentences only.
x: I play Male/Female/Other characters, i can write anything i need to.
x: I can do M/M, F/M or F/F, all other rules still apply.
x: I play Switch, I can Dom/Sub if applicable, My Doms are very 'strict', My Subs very defiant.
x: Gore and Horror are things i enjoy writing about, if you do not like these please say so. I am not looking for these only
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Pairings/Settings:
x:: General Pairings mostly, its not exactly much of a list for now but it will grow soon enough. Just ask if you have an idea in mind that you need a literate writer for.
(Note these are just some of the things I like to do, If you have any ideas throw them at me and chances are i'll be interested if it intrigues me.)

Legend:
Craving = +++
Wanting = ++
Will Do = +
Might do = -
Only with a good plot = --
Bored of setting = ---

Pairings
Angel/Human.
Demon/Demon.
Demon/Human.
Demon/Angel.
Master/Maid.
Monster/Human
Neko/Most Anything.
Adventurer/Monster.
Adventurer/Human.
Bounty Hunter/Bounty.

Settings:
.Hack// (The World).(++)
Feudal.
Medieval.
School/College/University
Modern Era.
Futuristic Era.
Apocalypse Setting.
-Viral (++)
-Zombie (++)
-Natural Disaster
-Nuclear War
War.
-Supernatural
-Modern
-Futuristic
-Past

Genres:
Horror/Gore. (+++)
Romance. (++)
Action.(+)
Humor.
Psychological Trauma. (+)
Paranormal/Supernatural (+)
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Basically feel free to ask me about any pairing/setting or genre, if you require more information about the specific styles then don't hesitate to ask me.

Mix and match things if you want to catch my interest as well, or come at me with your own ideas and we can see what happens. I might pick and prod at things and see if we can expand on the basic idea more but if i do that usually means im interested on doing it.

That's it, We're finished here i suppose. Onto other things.​

The door to that room opened with a squeak, long forgotten was this room, the candle burnt out many years ago. The quill nestled in the melted wax, the parchment laying there, a lantern was lit and a figure entered the room, picking the parchment up in their hands, they read carefully. A gasp escaped their lips as they rolled that aged piece of writing and nestled it into their bag. The figure departed that room, heading off on their own adventure, to find this writer and be his partner. The question is, was that figure you....?​

 

[Dies Irae]

RE: A Gift For Fiction (Dies's Request)

Plots:​

You Could Have Saved Me. - (Modern/Institution/Household)
In a small population town, in a close gated community, a young teen died at the age of fourteen, the cause of death was unknown, they believed she drowned in the bath but the bruising on her neck indicated otherwise, the only person home was the girls sister, Nothing pointed anywhere, no leads, the sister was proved innocent and all seemed to return to normal, after the funeral the girl was forgotten, the sister moved on, moved to her own home, began college and everything was going perfect. As if by a tragic turn of events, the 13th anniversary of the girls death, the sister began to see things, hallucinations, whispering, things moved on their own. These were only the beginning of the torments this spirit gave, every morning when the sister woke, in blood a message was left on her mirror "You walked right by when it happened, you could have saved me". (F/F, Paranormal, Psychological trauma, Mental Insanity)

We Are The Industry: (Post-Modern/Cyberpunk) - May be expanded on:
In the big city many mega-corporations stand tall, one in particular has been crushing all competition with its technological advances, medicinal, robotics, cyber worlds, military, government status thus named 'Absolute Future' there is one small group everyone only knows as 'The Industry', Disproving government lies, Hacking their funds. Many have tried to discover who they are, they have never been seen, never been found and yet they are everywhere. Posters, websites, gossip and magazines, These mysterious hackers have been draining accounts of the corporations, giving them to the poor, giving them to the needy. The leader simply known as One-X, has been hunted many times without success, the only contact that has been through the cyber world created to enhance socialization throughout the world, one online game world created by Absolute Future sees many people playing, One-X and his group have been secretly playing in that world, altering things and changing subscription rates to small sums. That game is known as 'Gravity Collapse' but soon it was shut down by the company, in a retaliation One-X created their own world 'Collapse Gravity' and everything was as it used to be, until the 'Absolute Future' developed cyber chipping to mark a persons identity, Law No. 223409 codenamed 'Watching' made these chips mandatory to everyone, would The Industry be found by this method or would it take more than a simple chip to stop One-X and The Industry.
(Possible Open rp if people ask me to make it one or Group/1x1)

Worth Dying For (Fantasy, Magi based)
Magic had long existed in the world, Kingdoms used Magi to fight, build and deliver grand miracles upon them, Elemental magic, Earth, Wind, Fire, Water these four were common forms of the magic magi could do, some had possessed the fabled elements Light and Dark. The Dark were exiled, The light were praised. The Dark had been silently living until their home was attacked by the kingdoms army, they wanted one man, the leader of the group. He would give his life to them, imprisoned for what was to be life. In the end these Dark magi knew of the future of the world, the seers predicted evil would come. The bride to be of the leader had been told their child would be the one to free the world from this evil. She had to save him and they had to have this child to save all the people of the world. 3 years had passed until the evil had happened, A dark overlord took the throne and everything plunged into chaos. Creatures of horrid stories riddled the earth, a new group of magi was created under the overlords command "Malice" was their name, a group consisting of each element. The girl destined to give birth to the child who would free them, She set out to save her love, to save the world from his evil with her small group of loyal magi, she began a dangerous attempt to break into the prison, guarded by the most evil of the Overlords creations, The task would not be easy and she may die trying but she had to go, for the people, The Dark Magi were exiled by them and yet they still cared for their safety and prosperity if not to save them, then to regain their lost honor and fame.

 

[Dies Irae]

Updates:
!3 New Plots! (22 Sept 2010)
!Updated First Post a bit! (14 Oct 2010)​

 

[Dies Irae]

Current Role Plays:
This will just help me keep track a little, also a good way to see post samples.

-Surviving In Chaos: with Midnight
-Why Didn't You Do Something: with Harri ^^
-White Rose Withering: with Vega :3
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[Dies Irae]

Pre-Made Characters:
These are characters I've come up with and am willing to roleplay with. These are very intricate detailed characters with a backstory to match.
I also spoilered them, the backstorys are quite long.

Amaya Shibuki.

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Small town, brought up by a average family, lived the life of a school girl until some tragic accident tore everything away. Not a chance in hell. Amaya wasn't brought up by anyone, neither did she live with riches, nor did she live with nothing. She was born without a natural mother, her being made in one of those small test tubes. Then planted inside some useless whore until she popped out. Though she never knew her mother, never really knew her father either. Moved around a lot until she was 4, able to speak and communicate well, able to hold things, able to walk. Her father dumped her in a forest a long way from any human civilization. All she had was clothes and a large Scythe, The black handle with that demonic blackened steel. Any magic user would've seen the dark aura coming from it, a cursed weapon, no adult would hold one willingly. But she being a little girl grabbed the handle quickly, the contract made between her and her weapon, in exchange for wielding it she was given a curse, anything and everything she slayed would haunt her for eternity, immediately at the time of her death she would be cast to the deepest layer of hell.

A little girl didn't know that, in the forest she dragged that scythe behind her, for almost 4 days she had only drunk from the flowing river, she wasn't able to catch, kill or cook anything to sustain her needs. But eventually on the 5th day she trapped her first animal, a deer, her trap was simple, find their grazing area, hide in a tree silent, then as they grazed wait for the opportunity. When it came she slid the sharp scythe down falling silently until its steel met flesh and the loud thump of the deers decapitated carcass laid dead. This was her first kill and that deer follows behind her to this day. She had no knowledge of cooking or how to make a fire, digging her hands into the bleeding flesh she pulled, any meat she could find, biting into it hungry for a meal. She ate that deer raw, like an animal and over time that's what she became.

6 years had passed since Amaya had killed that deer, she was older now, able to hold that scythe more easily but still she was clumsy, she was better at catching prey but something was happening to her, she was seeing things, ghostly white images in her head she thought, behind trees, reflecting behind her in the water, various animals, several deers and a feral cat for now, but she had seen them hadn't she?, but every time she had to make the conclusion it was just her head. Just the sun making her hallucinate, but the more she kept herself alive using that cursed scythe the more she saw, every day, every night in her dreams she saw them, waking up in cold sweats to find nothing but stars and dark trees around her. The scythes curse had taken effect the moment her mind had reached an age of comprehension. She spent her life in that forest for many years, pieces of her mind scattered around like bread crumbs. That forest was becoming cursed as well, her presence for so long left her cursed mind in those caves, the hideaways. It would bring a telepathic person to their knees, the cursed minds projecting itself to instances were she had outbursts of insanity, yelling at things that weren't there, trying to kill the ghosts of her past with that scythe. By the end of her time their she would have left everything behind.

That was the time when her biggest kill happened, at her age of 10, ... went up against a brown bear, she was trying to find fish she intruded on its territory, the scythe was clumsy in her hands, she barely managed get away with 3 claw marks across her stomach. Deep wounds that took a long time to heal, she got much skinner during that time everything she did made her fall to the ground in pain. Her first battle wound almost killed her, but she survived. After that moment she vowed to become a better hunter and spent her last years in that forest honing her skills with the large weapon, each night she would wake to a sweat her visions becoming incredibly worse, her state of mind driven into disrepair as she relived the moment the bear almost killed her.

Amaya was out of the forest, though she had no idea where she was or where she was going. 12 years went by in the maze of those trees, At that time she had learned to control the scythe, her moves unorthodox but effective, she had become faster and more agile chasing deer down now instead of hunting them like a coward. Her ghostly past trailed behind her as always, deer, bears even feral cats and dogs followed her, blood stained from head to toe, her last bath was almost 5 months ago, that was the time when the last piece of her mind was left inside that forest, a scene that would play out forever to anyone who was able to see it. Herself kneeling at the edge of the river, crying and holding the blade of that scythe in the air. She was losing her already unstable mind, looking down seeing every animal she killed around her, all staring into her. "Would you go away if i died?" she questioned, no reply as they always gave, before that familiar deer walked forward, her first kill "No, we are eternal with you" it said in a cold voice. She would laugh and look down to the river "Then if i die i gain nothing but hell" she said laughing, a grin on her face "Then i will kill, if i cannot get rid of you by dying, i will send more to you and maybe they will help" she said dragging her scythe through each of them.

She was stronger, though she was worn out, though she was at her limits, she pressed forward walking in the direction the trees seemed to point her to, she headed for a small town, inhabited by the happy humans living with their families, she walked alone, through those streets on the night she arrived, she walked past a group of girls. They were coming from a party, dressed up in their weird outfits, compared to her bloodied and stretched old ones. They mocked her, the black scythe invisible in the dark, she looked down and laughed nothing but hatred in her eyes, did her training mean nothing, she couldn't let them go unchallenged, looking down at her clothing ripped and torn those 3 scars on her stomach reminding her of her will to survive. She stepped through the street light her bloodied form visible to those girl as they screamed "I suffered to survive, you don't deserve it" she said one girl frozen in fear as the other ran such cowardice in them. It was a quick kill, she brought the scythe to the girls neck, slicing the skin and snapping the bone as that last look of fear stuck to her face, she smiled as she lent down and laughed "You don't mind if i borrow those clothes?" she asked poking the severed head "I knew you wouldn't" she said. That was how she obtained her outfit, she would have it for many years to come.

At nineteen Amaya was making news quite frequently, she had no picture, no information because of her past in the forest, she didn't exist but she was the one committing the murders or tortures as some would say, no victims, no witnesses just bodies in the streets that look of fear frozen on their faces as she committed the most frowned upon act of God and Man. She didn't care, nothing mattered, she just laughed every time. Every time she was alone the human's ghosts would call her names, make fun of her for not being strong enough to get rid of them, it drove her further into the depths of insanity, everything about her delved into the insanity as all she did was laugh, her legs pulled to her chest as she felt their daggers of hatred. Not even steel could pierce her as easily as those ghosts could, the curse that wrapped around her made them her biggest enemy. She eventually came to acquire a name by the people, 'The Embodiment of the Reaper" was what they called her, the only thing that people knew was she carried a scythe, the reason the forensic scientist had tested every steel made weapon until the found her murders were always with a scythe.

By the time she had been found and contacted by Death's Hand, she was delving into magic, her insanity driving her to torment the souls in her scythe further in revenge for the taunts they made against her in death. The two spells she eventually mastered were no question 'Resurrection and Reattachment" she would kill a person, revive them and kill them again, until they were beyond it's help, she would also take time, cutting off and arm or leg and reattaching it so she could leave perfect bodies for people to see. Before she became an assassin her kill count was pushing 47 victims, human at least. But once she joined with Death's Hand, she was racking up a higher count every week. When she sat waiting for her orders, she would rock in her chair away from others, holding her head or her knees quietly laughing, the victims laughing at her, tell her she was weak that she would never get rid of them. She found they would only go away when she fought, more than five minutes with them around she would go into a unstoppable rage, trying to kill them all, anyone caught in the crossfire would pay with their lives and add to the toll of ghosts haunting her.

Spread out on a hard wood table, in a dimly candle lit room a piece of golden parchment sits, ancient and torn at some edges the fine red ink almost glowing, the signature form of communication from the group only few knew as Death's Hand. A black feather quill finding its way into its ink pot before the letter is rolled and sealed with wax, a ring being burnt in as it dries. "Deliver this, quickly" that deep layered with evil voice sounded out commanding, the only other presence in the room that of a young girl maybe 14 at the most bowed low "Of course Master" the soft voice said. With that she was gone, off into the night to deliver the personal request from Kira to the recipent.

Dear Whomever It May Concern.
Your services have been requested by the commander of the force Death's Hand, if you accept this mission a large sum of wealth will be sent directly to you, decline and you will never here from us again.

If you are still reading this then you have my thanks, we have a job we need your skills for, you've probably heard of the one known as The Emodiment of the Reaper. We want her eliminated at all costs, this may seem like a strange request if your in the circle knowing who employs her, but we have our eyes on her and she is becoming quite unstable to control. If you succed in this you will be rewarded anything you ask. Throughout the mission my people are at your service, just ask for anything and you will have it.

I hope you succeed please send contact to me if there is any development in her condition as well as your mission, any information we have is yours to read, i have enclosed her case file, it contains all the information we know about her so far, I apologize if there is little she doesn't talk to anyone here.

Yours-
Kira Anamari

The letter would smoulder into ashes as the last word was read, the demonic ink and parchment would sense it even if wasn't read aloud, that was the answer Kira was looking for, looking to his feline stealth specialist Erie he smirked devilishly "Follow those two, i want to know every detail of their encounter" he said waving his hand, as soon as the order was given the feline was gone. Kira laughing as he looked over the picture of Amaya on his desk "Your place in hell is waiting".

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Meanwhile in the quite underground of the city, Amaya was sitting on a bench in the corner of the black market, turning away from the people muttering to herself, a familiar ghostly image sitting next to her, the ghost of the girl she took the clothes from 'Lucille', "You know Amaya, you could just kill him here, I'm sure you would finish your contract that way" she said with a teasing tone. Amaya looked down more, rocking back and forth "Shut up" she said quietly, "Oh you don't think you can handle it all here, do you?" she asked mockingly. Amaya looked down pulling her knees to her chest her rocking motion increasing "Shut up Lucille" she said louder, "I knew you were afraid, how did you ever manage to take our souls, you'd be weak without that scythe, just a helpless pathetic girl". Amaya put her hands to her head shaking "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" she yelled striking her fist through the girl, it vanished quickly before a loud bang came from where her fist hit the wooden bench through the girl, looking down her eyes wide as she saw her fingers bleeding, her skin resting on the wooden bench as she let out a laugh quietly standing up "Hehe...Blood Blood Blood, time to play in Blood Shibuki" she said hoisting her scythe over her shoulders as she moved through the crowds many people staring at her for her sudden outburst.

Weaving through the crowds as she headed for the back of the room, she had a contract here, a family man, 3 kids and a loving wife, he often visited the black market to buy cheap things from other countries as presents. A kind man, a normal contract for her. Staring down as she saw him, matching the photo exactly as she smiled and followed him along, moving through the market until he left, moving through the alleys as he went into an unpopulated one she smiled and laughed, her eyes wide, her pupils getting smaller as she thought about what she was about to do. Moving silently behind him before she dragged her scythe through the air straight through the mans left arm, his confused yell as he turned made her smile full of happiness "Blood, Blood, Blood" she said moving the scythe through his legs smiling as she stood over the doomed man several images of men appearing behind her "Your weak Amaya, so weak just like the girl your father didn't see fit to keep" they all said in her ear, she screamed out loudly flicking her scythes blade and swinging it through his neck forcibly snapping his spine and severing it quickly falling to her knees and pulling the bag the man carried to her, pulling out what was inside and staring at it, a soft plush bunnie in her hands, looking at the toy laughing "B..Bunny Rabbit" she said softly as she was encircled by those ghostly white images all chanting the same thing "Weak Little Girl" as she sat their sitting on her legs B..Bunny...B..Bun..B..Blood".

Reimi:

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Text Log 000, Creation:
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This is the first recording to be made on Experiment 0, under approval and funding given by the higher ups of Hiatech we have been authorized to begin creation on our weapon.
To increase stability and safety of the weapon we have planned to create this in the form of a human female, if successful we will create another and test the capabilites of an advanced system in the form of a human male.
My name is Shibu Hiroshi, Lead Technician on this project.
We have no idea if this will be successful but we must try for the good of our world this war is imminent she will protect us.

Basic design will give her the ability to fly, to be excellent in close range and long distance combat, we are confident she will be our greatest tool.
We may add further modifications as she is built, whether or not she will be able to handle this is up to the synthetic brain we designed.
I am interested in seeing her capabilites, more so if she even makes it past the testing phase.

We will begin soon, i hope she can be ready for testing within two years, we can only hope.

Shibu Hiroshi.
Lead Technician.
Experiment 0 project.

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Text Log 001, Development:
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Creation of the weapon has gone smoothly, she is in full operation though progress has been slow.
She seems to hold the same attributes of a newborn child, it has taken 3 weeks to get her walking, progress is going smoothly though.
In a matter of weeks she should be able to run and do basic things, we hope to be able to have her reading and writing by next month.
If she continues slower we may have to override the brain to take in information quicker but doing so would diminish her capabalities on the battlefield.
I am planning to talk to the company head who authorized this project at the next report period, perhaps they will let us progress her at the pace we are now.

I'm finding it hard to keep these logs small, this is an amazing breakthrough for us and containing confidental information is a challenge.
Some of our technicians have grown fond of the girl it seems, she is very likeable perhaps its the childlike wonderment she shows towards everything, i must remind them that she is a weapon not a person.

I must end this here, her next session is approaching, the next report will be in 3 months.

Shibu Hiroshi.
Lead Technician.
Experiment 0 project.

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Text Log 002, Defects:
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This is a very bad thing, we have discovered bugs within her system throughout her physical training, she has been feeling pain, this is most undesirable.
We cannot understand how this is possible we gave her no emotions, she is just a weapon nothing more, i must investigate if our younger technicians have been compromising her.
That is not the biggest problem yet, so far she is seeming to have glitch after glitch, we fix one thing and something else is wrong.
It is time we took her testing stage further, we cannot find anything that is causing these problems with her movement or brain, perhaps it is due to her combat modifcations we must see.

This is problematic to say the least, the company heads will not be pleased with this development if she doesn't start showing signs of being glitch free she will be terminated.
I am starting to grow attached to my creation, i couldn't bear to see all this hard work we have put in to this be declared a failure.
Her testing will increase, we will begin combat training as soon as possible, even if she feels pain we must find the cause.

Shibu Hiroshi.
Lead Technician.
Experiment 0 project.

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Text Log 012, Partnership:
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This is a most pleasing record, we have alleviated her problems with feeling pain for the most part which is a big step.
Currently we have attached her to a mercenary in our employ, he will make sure she gets combat testing in real situations.
She is showing surprising progress at an amazing rate with her combat abilities though she still needs work.
Its somewhat nice to see our creation almost like our daughter grow so well, i think i'm feeling bad calling her Experiment 0, i must think of a name for her.

Hmm, i think i will name her Reimi, perhaps that will suit her for now, yes that is quite good.
Its coming up on 4 years since we've been in operation with her, she is amazing to watch in training, we have outdone ourselves.
Our first report with her partner is in a few hours, i can't wait to see how her first battle went.

Shibu Hiroshi.
Lead Technician.
Experiment 0 project.

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Test Log 021, Reconstruction:
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Things have taken a turn for the worst, Remi has take excessive damage in a mission with her partner, on top of that we have reason to believe she has developed emotions, a personality as well.
We have taken her for maintenance, at least she thinks so, we are going to wipe her memory drive in hopes to get rid of her emotional development.
This may erase everything we have worked for in ways of development if we erase to much, hopefully we can erase only her time with her partner but we can't guarentee this.

This is the shortest record i've written, perhaps it is my own emotions keeping me from being professional, I'm uncertain.
I hope all goes well and she will reset to befor eher partner, we must find a suitable mentor to keep her under control.

Shibu Hiroshi.
Lead Technician.
Experiment 0 project.

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Text Log 23, Termination:
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This is the last of my records for Reimi, or rather the failed experiment 0, she has developed worse since the memory wipe.
In the time with her new partner she has been useless, she has lost control of her abilities I blame us for this.
In any case the company has deemed her to expensive to keep in operation, with the war being declared we can't hope to have her ready before we are attacked.

I saw her as my daughter, a growing child but in the end she became a failure, she will be detroyed when she returns from her mission, then we will pack up and leave for safety.
I'm sorry Reimi but this is for the best, you can't live in this world as you are.
As for her former partner, I hope you do not hold a grudge against us, it is you who made her like this.
This may be my last record of my life, if anyone reads this tell my family I love them.
If they aren't already dead.

Shibu Hiroshi.
Lead Technician.
Experiment 0 project.

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Now to end my opening posts.
Post here or send a pm my way for roleplays.
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[Dies Irae]

Bumps ^^

 

[Dies Irae]

News:
-I'm participating in NaNoWriMo this year, Rps will help my muse.
-This is also a bump.

 

[Cash]

Do you do male/male roleplays?

 

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As long as there's a plot, I'm not picky with the orientation.

Probably should add that up there.
So i can do them yes.

 

[Dies Irae]

Is back, is bored, needs something to do.

 

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RE: A Gift For Fiction (With Plots!)(Closed for renovations)

Update: 23-3-11.
Added: Header to top of first post.
Added: Premade Characters Section.
Changed: Minor edits here and there.
Changed: Altered Presentation of First Post.