#zosoperfect

Rosalyn:

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i.   DRACULA.   cold to the touch. flickering candles. cold breath upon your neck. billowing white gowns. midnight strolls. pearl trimmed bands. indulging in your deepest desires. the fall from grace. the fear of outsiders.  bloodstained sheets.   dark imaginations. something lurking in the shadows. the urge to run away. glowing eyes in the darkness. the scent of garlic.   preying on the weak. the power to both bring and take life.

ii.    THE   PICTURE   OF   DORIAN  GRAY. old bookshelves. kisses on the hand .  a devotion to the finer things in life. prizing youth and beauty above all. paying the ultimate price. the pursuit of pleasure. blood red sins painted over in white snow. a drug-induced stupor. breaking the heart of the one you love. losing what’s left of your humanity.  

iii.   FRANKENSTEIN. frantic sketches. the stench of something rotten. unorthodox beliefs.  a scream from the woods.  candles burning out. dangerous knowledge. contemplating existence. the crunch of leaves. the chill of winter in your bones. dark ambitions. prometheus reborn. the contrast between life and death .

iv.   THE   COUNT   OF   MONTE   CRISTO. false accusations. taking justice into your own hands. divine justice. elaborate schemes.  playing upon others’ weaknesses. the solitude of the ocean. an ever-changing identity. dissatisfaction in your life. an alienation from humanity. escaping from prison.

Aran:

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i.   DRACULA.   cold to the touch. flickering candles. cold breath upon your neck. billowing white gowns. midnight strolls. pearl trimmed bands. indulging in your deepest desires. the fall from grace. the fear of outsiders.  bloodstained sheets.   dark imaginations. something lurking in the shadows. the urge to run away. glowing eyes in the darkness. the scent of garlic.   preying on the weak. the power to both bring and take life.

ii.    THE   PICTURE   OF   DORIAN  GRAY. old bookshelves. kisses on the hand .  a devotion to the finer things in life. prizing youth and beauty above all. paying the ultimate price. the pursuit of pleasure. blood red sins painted over in white snow. a drug-induced stupor. breaking the heart of the one you love. losing what’s left of your humanity.  

iii.   FRANKENSTEIN. frantic sketches. the stench of something rotten. unorthodox beliefs.  a scream from the woods.  candles burning out. dangerous knowledge. contemplating existence. the crunch of leaves. the chill of winter in your bones. dark ambitions. prometheus reborn. the contrast between life and death .

iv.   THE   COUNT   OF   MONTE   CRISTO. false accusations. taking justice into your own hands. divine justice. elaborate schemes.  playing upon others’ weaknesses. the solitude of the ocean. an ever-changing identity. dissatisfaction in your life. an alienation from humanity. escaping from prison.

Roleplaying/Writing

My favorite muse(s) of theirs and why: So far, I really like Charlotte. I think she’s a sweet girl with a lot of dreams ahead of her. Also, chill af.

My favorite interaction/thread of theirs: The one where she asks, "Do you speak any languages monsieur Henley ? “

My thoughts on their unique characterization/interpretation of their muse(s): Ahhh, I love her characterization of Charlotte! There's a lot of depth to her, which a lot of people didn't really notice that about her in the 60s or 70s.

My thoughts on their writing style as a whole: Yooo, I love how she gives out so much detail to what her character's thinking!

Situation(s)/Plot(s) I’d love to see their muse(s) in: One involving Eric Clapton being himself (but there isn't any active Eric blogs out there) or being annoyed with Ginger being chaotic.

Someone else I love seeing them interact with: @heavenlytomorrow, @eversobebeful, and @homeathotelcalifornia

Anything else I want to say about their roleplaying: You're such a great writer.

If We Know Each Other

What I Think Are Their Best Qualities: They're really sweet and friendly!

What I Think Are Their Strengths: Politeness, patience since I queued my threads and I take a while to get off mobile and finish on my laptop.

A Memorable OOC Interaction Of Ours: We both love cats.

Why Others Should RP With Them: Quality of writing's great, the mun's really friendly, and her character has a lot of depth to them.

How Others Should Approach Them:

Other Roleplayers I’d Recommend To Them:

Anything else I want to say about them: You're cool af.

If We Have/Plan To Interact Together

Send ▼ for my muse to sit in your muse’s lap of their own accord!

Can you even begin to believe it… NOBODY WAS LISTENING TO HER!

Arienette realized it quickly– how she’d become a side accessory to Led Zeppelin is a story left to the stars ( thank you, Jimmy ) but now they’re all backstage and they’ve got a little someone with a camera and a notebook talking to them. Truth be told, Ari found the lad quite amicable, with his cute little hat and his questions and all the drinks she’d indulged in while they were on stage. She’s seen that show many times before, at this point, while politely tucked away backstage… but this show specifically, she chose to wander until they sauntered on out of the spotlight, and was more than ready to meet them back with all the couches and mirrors and ALCOHOL…

But some magazine-front-page-column-hopeful had also found his way. Ari had tried to steal some of the limelight while the other boys were busy with their hair and outfits… but could you even begin to believe it… that lad didn’t at all care about HER and HER answers…

Most problems do, indeed, have a solution. Ari found hers– at the bottom of her cup of beer, as she stared through the smaller end to see a blurry: aw, it’s Jimmy, sitting and listening and drinking at his bottle of whiskey… Perfect.

Much like a kitten who’d already spied a perch, Arienette slips on over to the middle of the now-seated-band without a word, claiming center-stage and a moment of attention at the end of her flouncing by settling smoothly in Jimmy’s lap. She’s polite, though! He is a friend, after all, and she’s not trying to cause him problems… all sweetly sat with ankles crossed and an arm lazily draped over his shoulders. Kitten indeed: Ari rests her face against his shoulder, feigning apathy while sneakily going for his bottle… FOR THE CAUSE- a fingertip comes up to poke poor Jimmy right in the cheek, just enough to cause more a distraction than her joining him in his seat would, so she can steal away his whiskey and take a hefty shot for herself.

He’s met with wide-eyes and a coquettish shrug when it’s handed on back to him– she feels much better now, thank you, Jimmy– and now that damned reporter finally ventured his interrogation to the proper question: 

“And, Miss, who might you be?”

“Oh me!?” All calculated, surprise only shown by the theatric bounce of her brows, and she’s still dangling off Jimmy’s neck, now all stiff-spine and sweet in his lap. “I’m Ari, Ari Starling,” darling, yes she is, while sweetly twirling fingertips in her friend’s hair. “Just a friend, you know, but I happen to have worked closely with our Mister Page, he’s such a delight…” 

The declaration makes her smile go soft and warm, and she rises on her elbow to press a kiss to that smiling mouth. "I love you too, dearest. From the very bottom of my twisted little soul." She chuckles and settles back against him when he shifts. "Of course we can stay in bed all day." She leans up to kiss him again, nips lightly at his lower lip. "And we both know that's a promise you can't keep. Not all day, not with how we're dressed, or undressed, and not with the two of us lying inches apart. And we also both know I'd be kinda disappointed if you did."

This Meme :: [ ♥]Meet More of Rabbit’s Characters

V1S, my D&D character for Saturday’s game, is a cyborg ex-soldier turned mercenary (of sorts). In this universe, people are basically AI on jump drives that can be plugged into new bodies when they die. A good part of the memory is usually wiped in this process to avoid trauma, but rather than train all of your combat soldiers every time they die, the empire chooses to retain their memories instead to save time. He vividly remembers all the times he’s died in combat, and is acutely aware of the twenty-or-so years he spent on a shelf because of a mistake he made in a combat situation. He’s our group’s tank, and pilots a big robot.