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Hello! My names Dakota, I'm twenty two years old and I've been role-playing for about ten years. My specialty tends to romantic horror with elements of smut but I adore most genres. My replies fluctuate from one detailed paragraph to multipara. I enjoy replying everyday, multiple times a day but slower replies are fine as well. I frequently play male characters with female side characters as a possibility. I'm not Ghost Friendly! I worry too much so please just inform me your leaving.
I'm currently addicted to a roleplay concept I wrote up but I have alot of other ideas. For this concept I need a more dominant even yandere vampire!
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"All Done Little Light..." Nurse Jessie said before carefully removing the plastic catheter from his vein. She applied firm pressure before covering the puncture wound with fresh cotton gauze and bright red medical tape. "You're never difficult Kimon..." Jessie threw the medical waste into the sharps basket before leaving to deliver those fresh blood bags into storage. She came back with the familiar spinach and apple juice smoothie along with a donut. Kimon took the plastic cup and took a small drink before leaving. He just wanted to head home after grabbing some instant noodles and maybe something nice like some eggs or meat to bolster the noodles.
Kimon unlocked the front door and placed the groceries down. There wasn't anyone waiting for him, human or animal... Kimon didn't have a family anymore. Probably for the best. He collected the small stove stove top burner and a small pot before starting some water. Tonight's television broadcast was either the horrific slaughter of humans or historical documentaries about World War Three. After all, tomorrow was The Choosing... However, Kimon didn't wanna think about that. Devouring the warm noodles just hoping to survive another year.
The Next Morning Kimon woke completely startled by the horrific sirens echoing around their dome. He bathed and dressed nicely before leaving his apartment. He didn't bother to lock the door... Unlike the other domes this one didn't have a random selection. Instead, everyone woke early and voted on who would die. Kimon, unlike everyone else inside this dome, didn't have a family and couldn't handle manual labor being rather small. He was finally 20... Just old enough to become the sacrificial lamb. He didn't have any doubt he would not return home and on his way purchased something warm with some money he had saved up. It was odd eating in darkness... The normally clear panels of their dome were kept dark like those of the vampires. He devoured the small meal before walking forward.
Vampires were interesting creatures. Little more than immortal humans who'd often forgotten they themselves act just like the humanity they condemn. The Capital Delegates stood silent and unmoving like marble statues. Kimon watched them without hesitation. He'd been around more vampires than most but they were still intimidating. Kimon looked away before lining up to vote. The line was moving pretty quickly and based on the looks and whispers... He wasn't gonna escape being chosen. Kimon entered the covered booth and wrote a name in broken unused handwriting.
I'm currently addicted to a roleplay concept I wrote up but I have alot of other ideas. For this concept I need a more dominant even yandere vampire!
~
"All Done Little Light..." Nurse Jessie said before carefully removing the plastic catheter from his vein. She applied firm pressure before covering the puncture wound with fresh cotton gauze and bright red medical tape. "You're never difficult Kimon..." Jessie threw the medical waste into the sharps basket before leaving to deliver those fresh blood bags into storage. She came back with the familiar spinach and apple juice smoothie along with a donut. Kimon took the plastic cup and took a small drink before leaving. He just wanted to head home after grabbing some instant noodles and maybe something nice like some eggs or meat to bolster the noodles.
Kimon unlocked the front door and placed the groceries down. There wasn't anyone waiting for him, human or animal... Kimon didn't have a family anymore. Probably for the best. He collected the small stove stove top burner and a small pot before starting some water. Tonight's television broadcast was either the horrific slaughter of humans or historical documentaries about World War Three. After all, tomorrow was The Choosing... However, Kimon didn't wanna think about that. Devouring the warm noodles just hoping to survive another year.
The Next Morning Kimon woke completely startled by the horrific sirens echoing around their dome. He bathed and dressed nicely before leaving his apartment. He didn't bother to lock the door... Unlike the other domes this one didn't have a random selection. Instead, everyone woke early and voted on who would die. Kimon, unlike everyone else inside this dome, didn't have a family and couldn't handle manual labor being rather small. He was finally 20... Just old enough to become the sacrificial lamb. He didn't have any doubt he would not return home and on his way purchased something warm with some money he had saved up. It was odd eating in darkness... The normally clear panels of their dome were kept dark like those of the vampires. He devoured the small meal before walking forward.
Vampires were interesting creatures. Little more than immortal humans who'd often forgotten they themselves act just like the humanity they condemn. The Capital Delegates stood silent and unmoving like marble statues. Kimon watched them without hesitation. He'd been around more vampires than most but they were still intimidating. Kimon looked away before lining up to vote. The line was moving pretty quickly and based on the looks and whispers... He wasn't gonna escape being chosen. Kimon entered the covered booth and wrote a name in broken unused handwriting.