Storylines: 


Heinrich x Rosemarie - Not Owing (Paused)

Dmitri (The muses) x Rosemarie - Not Owing

Lord Thason x Rosemarie - Not Owing

Obergeist x Rosemarie - Not Owing

Daniel x Rosemarie - Not Owing

Kujo x Rosemarie - Not Owing

Kane x Rosemarie - Not Owing

Winter x Rosemarie - Owing

Tsunami x Rosemarie - Owing

Unusual Creature - Plotting

Ainslee - Plotting

Keaira - Plotting

Edena - Plotting

Xenomorph - Plotting

Hikari - Plotting

(Rosemarie storylines are temporarily full)

 

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Character Name

Rosemarie Alibi


Character Age

19yrs


Character Species

Shifter


Character Gender

Female


Character Relationship Status

Single


Character Appearance

Boop


Character Likes

-Red Meat -Cats -Sunsets -Swimming and Trekking through forests


Character Dislikes

-Humans -Supernaturals (Especially vampires) -Cages


Writer's Writing Style (OOC)

Multi-Para


Writer's Favored Genres (OOC)

Fantasy, Romance, Violence, Rated R, 18+, Gore, Action


About the Writer (OOC)

Thought I'd write out some main rules, because my mind is in a bit of a spin. 1. The obvious, no drama. I faced plenty of this on the last roleplay site I was on, and it can be quite depressive and tiring. Any that pulls me into such will be unfriended immediately. 2. You add, you write the starter, I add then I write it. This is so I have some semblance of control over keeping up with my starters which I'm failing miserably at. 3. Plotting will now occur in inbox. I like to keep my comments section clear, and in doing so I keep forgetting the plots I've already planned. Greetings and such are okay on my comments section. I'll move it to inbox when plotting arises. 4. Do /not/ under any circumstances kill my character without my permission. That's pretty much it for now. :)


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  • //I like Aztec, I would like to write with her. Shall we plot?//

  • (Oh I like that idea, but it says Rose is full should we think of a new plot?)

  • (*coughs* Let's just pretend the one month didn't become two, shall we? ;D haha!)

    A harsh sneeze crashes out of him, sending up with it a small cloud of psionic energy. It's enough to raise gooseflesh, but it will hardly set off any real alarms. Embarrassed, he sinks deeper into his seat. He does not belong in a place like this. He never has. One hand snatches for a pretzel from the bowl of bar snacks on the table in an attempt to look less awkward, fingers fumbling around the little shape and the pleasant bumps of salt embedded about it.

    He grinds his teeth together, trying to decide why fate has ruined his already terrible day, and finally deigns to enjoy his miniature snack. The crunch is satisfying. He considers this with something akin to scientific curiosity, wondering why Neegan doesn't have any at home, wondering why James never offers him any...

    Living with vampires is akin to living with beasts, or so he thinks, on occasion.

    Finally back to his wits enough to be of use, he slips from the booth and stands. By standing, of course, he hovers about one inch above the ground. His diminutive stature means this rarely gets noticed. It saves him pain, makes him feel a bit more intimidating, and also helps him not to stumble on the cracks and discrepancies on horrific North American sidewalks.

    For all their talk of engineering excellence...

    Hmph.

    Faces. No names. For the first time in a long time, Geist is initially surprised by the realization there is no particular target jumping out at him and calling for his assistance or his vengeance. Could this be a mistake? Does fate make such things?

  • I would love to rp or plot with you sometime. I have over 10+ years of writing experience, am a bit over 20 years old (34) and am para to multipara writer, but I can do short rps too. I am new here, so just putting up my profile between work and real life. Love your page though and hope we could write together. Have a good one and hope to hear back from you. 

  • "You're nothing without me!"

     

    "You were made to kill.."

     

    "You're nothing more but a killing machine.."


    Her rustic brown eyes slowly opened from her night's slumber, welcoming the early hours of the morning sun on her face; she stirred a bit before she yawned softly and sat up, shaking her pelt as she stood and made her way out the abandon barn and to a nearby water puddle for a drink of water. She lowered her head and lapped up some water into her mouth, savoring the cool liquid as it went down her throat. She had that same nightmare again from before, a dark moment from her past that she didn't ever want to relive every again in her life time, but deep down inside, she knew that she wouldn't be the same as she once was before her life spiral out of control for the worse. Over the past 2 year time span since she had been released from that 'organization' she had tried to live her life like a normal dog should be living but she didn't have the slightest of clue about how to pull that kind of thing off with her current situation and problems. Tsunami wasn't wasn't always like this, at one point in her life, she had a wonderful family and and loving home that she thought where her family would always be together forever till the end; she always thought that she was going to have her siblings by her side when she got older and decided to move on in her life to new things...she always thought about the happy moments she did have in her life until her owner that own a barn changed that for her..

     

    She had spent mostly half of her life in an arena fighting against other dogs to bring in money and bystanders that were interested in watching dog fights that her 'God - Father' once owned; all her life, all she knew how to do was fight and kill, to her it was either kill or be killed whenever she was in the ring fighting and she would always come out on top as champion in every fight. But those days had change for her as well when the police force came charging in and had taken away everyone that was involved in the dog fights, but unlike her fellow canines that were taken away and put down, she manage to slip away before they could catch her and from there she had wander the streets from day and night until she was picked up by 'that organization'. Those people trained her into a killing machine, she was the best of the best, a highly skilled K9 that they didn't want to let go but had to when they found out the incident that involved some experiments escaping from their facility. Again, she was placed back on the streets to defend herself and to once again have gain of what it means to be a 'free dog'. She than turned away from the puddle and headed on into the city for something to eat before she begin her travels like usual, she didn't stay in one place for too long these days anyway..

  • {I did like Rose, but since she is full maybe Jacob? Unless you suggest another character}

  • //Whatever works, I look forward to role-playing with you//

  • The woman would simply blink as Rosemarie tried to insult her knowledge on current situations. A very slow blink was then given and the woman took Rosemarie's offered hand.

    "Archer. And I have heard rumors of such a coven yes." She would let her hand slip down to her side, green hues still glowing the slightest bit in the dark. "And now those rumors have become facts, thanks to the events tonight. I am more than willing to hear any knowledge on these vampires that you may have." Those green hues would then glance up at the clear night sky. "But maybe inside some where. It's going to get colder."

  • (( It's ok. I'm use to it. People are busy.))

     

    When the vampires finally fled the scene the shadows would swirl around the snow leopard for a moment and when they stopped a woman stood where the cat had been. She wasn't particularly tall by any means but still held her self with some pride. Dark green hues were still cat like and glowed a little. She had dark brown wavey hair that tumbled down past her shoulders. 

    Those green cat eyes flicked toward the other woman when thanks was given. "There is supposed to be a peace between vampires and shifters." She said with a hint of annoyance in her voice. "Times have changed too much for these pointless blood baths. If we disrupt the peace then humans will start getting involved and we don't want that."

  • (Thank you for the invitation my dear. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I hope we can write and start a storyline together.)
    -Shinzon

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