Momo's RP blog~
April 20, 2012 - 1:43am — Momochi
Kay, so. Today has been kind of awful and now TEF will not work for me, and I need some sort of pick-me-up. Not to mention I've been itching to do more writing for my characters and work on their mannerisms, interactions, etc....And I would love to get to know more of you all and your deer C:
As always I probably have the most muse for Ambrose because he's a total attention hog but would really like a chance to do more with the others as well; take your pick~! Also let me know which of your characters you'll be using, and if you want to start the rp or not. Ah, what else...I don't necessarily need huge paragraphs or descriptions or anything; it's up to you and your writing preference ^^ Just try to use spelling and grammar as best you can, and don't worry about how many rps are already going on; I can usually multi-task with these things c: And as always, let me know if you want to start an rp over email or messenger. Interactions from anyone always welcome ♥
You can get in touch with me via Sleepyfleur@hotmail.com ....keep in mind that I'm a total MSN noob and have no idea what I'm doing so bear with me till I get the hang of it :'D
Characters under cut~
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Ambrose; the Innocent: Pretty much nothing but spun-sugar-fluff. Good for snuggles, being a pillow, and invading personal space. Trusting, caring, naive, vain, and believes that no one is really evil or 'bad'. However, he can be wary of some who act too wild or insane or those who have been known to harm others.
Candlewick; the Enchanter: Sort of an enigma. Keeps to himself, speaks quietly, and practices his magic in the dark. Will usually need to be coaxed out of his shell before he grows fond of anyone and can be fairly protective. Has a strong sense of what he feels is 'just' and 'right.' Has a tendency to stalk from afar.
Tombur; the Gypsy: Tiny one-horned 'doe' who leads a nomadic life, almost always moving her feet and looking for something new. Can be wary, blunt, easily annoyed and very distrusting. However, she is also insanely curious and can usually be kept around by intriguing tidbits of information.
Vespertine: (Bio and appearance wip) A figment of imagination who was apparently dreamed into existence. Covered in crystalline growths and fond of shiny things. Quiet, not used to speaking, and generally friendly, but somewhat shy. Curious about other deer and their ways. (Presently on hold, but open to interactions c: )
Mirelle: A tomboyish young fawn with ALL the energy. Blunt, cheerful, and clumsy with a slight fascination for morbid stuff. She can, however, be quick to lose her temper or pick fights even with larger/older deer.
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.....gaah. I needed to update this badly .__. I did not mean one bit to neglect this. /slaps self
And human or deer rps are more than fine~
(Hi Momo! 8D Psh no worries I
[[ RIGHT let's do this oh god
God only knew how long he stood there beneath one particular tree in the park, shoulders slightly hunched, large rum-coloured eyes watching the people pass by. Very few of them spared him a passing glance, and the few that did got only a blank stare in response, unless of course they smiled, at which they would recieve the faintest of smiles in response.
Not many people were willing to smile at someone that looked like Keith, though; he was a fucking mess. Ink-black hair, past his shoulders with tufts sticking up in bizarre directions, trying to defy gravity all together, flicking outward and upward. A gaunt face with strong cheekbones; large doe-eyes that watched everything pass by with a hazy curiousity. Not to mention his body was ridiculous, as if he'd been built by a Frankenstein-loving God; limbs all over the place, too long, torso wide and hips narrow. And then there were the clothes, though today he wasn't as casual as usual; he looked a bit like an old-fashioned bartender, actually, waistcoat and puffy sleeves and all.
His eyes flicked to the setting sun, waiting for nightfall. When had he last slept? He didn't know, but he didn't really feel tired, and he certainly had no wish to sleep now. The nightmares that plagued his subconscious had been worsening as of late, for reasons he couldn't quite discern. He didn't want to wake up screeching again.
Keith gave a heavy sigh and a growl, back of his head smacking deliberately off of the tree trunk he was leaned against. He looked around again, seeming displeased with what he saw.
@Embyr (Sorry this took to
(Sorry this took to long ;u; Work makes me ded.)
"What is honey?" He asked it kindly, but with some surprise. "It's only the best thing to eat~!" Even now he smiled at the thought of its sweetness. "But it's tricky to get...bees make it, and they defend it. I can't get it from their hives myself." Again, if only that stag were here....
Ambrose turned to look at the doe when he felt her rest her head on his back. His ears perked forward curiously at Sam's reply. "Fire....?" He went quiet in thought, recalling vaguely a bright heat associated with flames, like candles that had gone astray. "I had no idea that it could do this. What happened?" But then he bit his tongue, wondering if he'd asked too much. He added quickly, "But--you don't have to answer that if you don't want, if it's too unpleasant to remember."
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@Dannii
(Ehehehe....~ >D Dun worry, I got dis.)
Her eyes flicked toward a scruffy man nearby. He was dressed oddly, as if in a different period of time, and had been there for some time; was he expecting someone? It was possible, yet he had no impatient air about him. If anything he seemed...bored.
The trooping Faerie smirked.
Perhaps if he was like the other humans here, she could have a bit of fun as she waited for the sun to set. He certainly wasn't the only bored one in this park.
Slowly, she closed her minty eyes and allowed the glamour to melt away, leaving a brief chill across her freckled skin as it did so that was quickly replaced by the warmth of summer air. Her eyes opened again and she stared without expression straight at the man. Would he believe her to be a stray child as so many others have? Her ears were a bit hard to miss, but humans had an unfortunate tendency to only see what they expect. Though even a child appearing out of thin air should be considered to be unexpected by most. Then again, even humans admit at times to overlooking things...
This was a test.
"You waitin' ferr someone?" She hardly felt the need to raise her voice as he was so close. She paused and continued to stare as she waited for some reaction.
[ DSFSF I forgot about this,
He noticed the figure appear on the bench, and yet, Keith didn't even do a doubletake; just looked straight at her, an expression of mild amusement on his face. She looked like a child to him, yes - a child with very pointed ears, that had just appeared out of thin air.
When she spoke, his eyes narrowed slightly at her. Not a child. Probably not human, either. Paranoia seeped into his bloodstream; had He sent her? Could he really be found here too? The thought made him feel physically sick. If she was from the otherworld, he couldn't trust her.
But then, he was fairly certain that she could actually have no connection to the sorcerer that haunted him. Keith knew he was paranoid - more so when sleep-deprived. And he had to answer her instead of just staring like an idiot.
"Nope. Are you?"
Keith gave a short snort of laughter.
"Am I trippin' or did you actually just y'know, appear? I've seen weirder shit, but still. Was I supposed to notice? I'm assumin' so, wot with you talkin' at me 'n all."
He likely came across as a lunatic, but that was okay. He'd blame sleep deprivation.
(Naw, don't be ♥ I've
The corners of the fae's small lips curved upward when he didn't answer straight away. But then he spoke--calmly, more calmly than she would have expected. She shook her head.
"Sorta." But they wouldn't be here, not yet.
His next question was almost to be expected. A human, trying to reassure himself that he wasn't simply seeing things. She inclined her head curiously as she watched his face and his expressions as he spoke. Apparently this wasn't the first time he'd seen someone appear out of thin air...whether it was a hallucination or not. She responded with her own short laugh.
"'Trrippin'?' Maaaybe, maybe not." She swung her feet over the edge of the bench and hopped down, standing barely over four feet tall. "But yeah, you were supposed to notice, else you wouldn't be seein' me at all. Wha're you doin' here, just starin'? Seem's like everyone 'cept's you has somewherre to go." She looked up and gave him an almost accusing stare, as if he were up to no good. It may or may not have been true, but it didn't really matter to her. Though if he'd seen her kind before...maybe it would be worth it to keep him talking.
Keith shrugged at that,
"Nothin' else to do, I guess." He yawned, betraying tiredness. Keep moving, he told himself. Keep yourself occupied and you won't have to sleep. "So." Keith pushed himself away from the tree, moving to flop down on the other end of the bench, eyes heavy. "What're you, then?"
She stepped back with a small
"Wha's it to you, wha'everyournameis?" It shouldn't matter to him what she was. But she went on regardless; he probably already knew. "Wha'everr. Imma Fae, obviousl--"
A sudden loud noise on the road nearby made her jump--a car honked, and yet the Faerie nearly hit the ground in a panic. After a few moments she looked around and, one she determined that the area was just as safe as before, stood upright again. Well, at least as upright as she could be with that godawful slouch. She frowned pointedly at Keith, as if daring him to say anything about what just happened. She had every right to be paranoid about this place, thankyouverymuch.
{momo i'm sorry my muse died
(Naw, it's okay ♥ I
{Same here, it was a good rp
(Mhm~ cx Aw, I haven't been
And yes, we definitely should! ♥ Ah, I don't...but I could probably get one soon ^^)
(I'm so sorry for not
(Oh, goodness o.o Don't you
(Thanks. ;u; Sorry to spam
Sorry to spam your blog. My muse is being a jerk and left on vacation, so I'll just stalk this until it comes back. :c If that's ok?)
A Fae, oh god, he'd met just
--HOOOOOOOOOONK.
It startles Keith only for a moment, and even then it's just because he's so goddamn tired that he's finding it hard to focus on anything but staying conscious. He stares as the female does a minor flip off of the proverbial handle, and before she even straightens the smirk's trying to creep its way onto his gaunt face.
He keeps the teasing at a minimum for her sake, considerate.
"Y'alright there?" Keith asks her, hands pushed into his pockets as he stands up, feeling that sitting down just makes everything worse. "Guess you're not used to cars, 'n all that."
Embyr: (Of course that's
Dannii:
(Hrrg late/short reply again I'msorry xc)
"I'm fine," she snapped, without really meaning to. Tombur cast him an apologetic glance, noticing how antsy he was becoming again. Though it didn't really concern her. "I just...don't like cities. Orrr honking." She frowned and added in a mutter, "S'not a nice sor'of place fer me to be in." Tombur toyed a bit with some beads hanging off one of her dreadlocks, then looked back up at him when he stood and wondered if he knew of other fair folk about the place. There had been no disbelief in his eyes when she told him what she was; only a sort of familiar terror? Either way, the word had triggered some sort of reaction, and the Fae's curiosity was piqued.
"Have you met any others like me?" she inquired, narrowing her eyes slightly with the question. "Would they be around herre?"
Can I rp with Ambrose? He