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Alright @JennyDK I tried adding a character of mine I just created to the test story, see what becomes of it. I hope you like my introduction, and it wasn't as overdone as I thought it was in my head.

Vincent, the university student minding his own business in his home-alone attire, he was laying on his couch, on his side, as he was watching his television screen. There was surprisingly nothing else to watch at that time, so he was forced to watch the News. Sighing and constantly looking over to his closed laptop, he shook his head and decided against to using it once again today. He sat up on the couch and eventually he stood up, wearing only his black shorts, white shirt and socks and walking over to the kitchen part of his apartment, opening the fridge and grabbing out a bottle that contained orange juice. Not a 100% natural orange juic

Name: Edward White Age: 32 Gender: Male Species: Meta-Human Origin: Salem, Oregon US Height: 5' 10" Weight: 155 lbs Eye Colour: Blue-green Hair Colour: White Blonde Physical Description: A young European-american with short white blonde hair that frames his angular chiseled face as a pair of bluish-green eyes are filled with a strange mad glint of wonder. Rested across his crooked and once broken nose sit a thin silvery wire framed glasses. He slender form is covered with a fine well-crafted black suit with silver trimming on the inside of the jacket, while a snug dark blue vest is revealed f

Name: Ezra Silvers Age: 1285 (has only lived through 18 years of his life) Gender: Male Species: Vampire/Human Origin: once a prince of his home land loved by his people until he was turned into a vampire and branded a monster. Not wanting to dishonor his home he let him self be sealed away. After hundreds of years the seal became weakened and he was free, but after finding out his home is no long he wandered the world and discovered sweet treat island. Height: 4'9 Weight: 88 lbs Eye Colour: Red Hair Colour: White/sliver Physical Description: small and petite. Gets mistaken for a girl all the time though he doesn't mind

Regina eyed the man in front of her. A friend huh? She looked at her sister and raised an eyebrow. Claude must have been one of Clara's many 'friends with benefits': at least her little sister had good taste, she had to admit this. "Nice to meet you. Reina" the woman reached out and squeezed the man's: she felt it strongly in her own. The warmth of her sister's hand resting on her leg made her seem calm, yet her older sister's heart was exploding in her chest: excitement, fear and confusion were crossing in Reina's mind. The woman slipped her hand into that of her sister and intertwined her fingers with hers: 'It's crazy,' she thought.

Jessica goes from speaking in Ivy's mind to just cackling manically as she watches and listens in glee and schadenfreude. Once she gives in to her reasonable and simple demand, she disspells it all, brining Ivy back to reality once more. Now, Jessica looks and acts as normally as she ever could do, even smiling gently back and looking around at the sweets on the shelves and such, basically acting like nothing ever happened."Soooo..I would like this, this and thooooose...and a large strawberry milkshake. If they are really good, I may have to come by another time...", she says with a grin.

Ivy’s eyes went wide as she saw her shop begin to melt around her, as if everything was made of chocolate and was under the heat of the blazing sun, “W-what is going on?!” She asked, feeling herself sinking down to the floor as she looked around frantically, feeling a knot of fear growing in her stomach. A small scream escaped her as everything melted away until she was left on nothing more than a small platform, surrounded by an endless void that she tried hard not to look at and yet seemed to close in around her. She closed her eyes, her hands clutching harder at her head as those strange formless words came upon her, demanding that she giv

Jessica can feel her patience starting to run dry and she considers revealing her true self to Ivy. She has no intent ot actually hurt her, but if she cannot either comprehend simple orders or refuses to, it leaves her little choice but to have to do it herself. The candy store sort of "melts" around Ivy, leaving behind what looks like a small platform of see-through glass and endless empty black void on all sides. The torment she aims to put through Ivy fuels her own enjoyment, like a forbidden pleasure, relishing as others are reduced to trembling messes. . . Ḷ̷̣̗̹̟͚͂̍̍̒́̏͘͘͠͡a̢̢̹̜͕͕͍̘̓̿̋͛͊̈̒̆͟s̫͙̞̮̹̭͎̙̆͋̔̉͒̄̂͝͡ţ̸̤̺̫̲̦̤̍̽̅͠͞.̉̆͘͝

We are all amateurs here. I started VERY simple and that is often the best way to try and find your style and such :3 you only get better one way, after all. I think ONE investigator per member per story is best - otherwise it will quickly be a mess. Do tell me if I misunderstood you. I can get behind that indeed. The setting does usually call for death or insanity and as long as we are aware of this, it becomes less annoying.

Anna hummed softly as she paused the video she was watching, tabbing back to the forum post that she was currently reading about a ‘real’ ghost sighting. Even just going through the video at a glance, she could already tell it wasn’t genuine. Yet another disappointment. It wasn’t even a very good video. She hated these ‘real ghost’ videos especially when they were shot on a potato quality camera despite the plethora of high quality cameras these days, even in ones mobile phones. Anna slipped the laptop off of her lap, sitting back with a sigh as she reached for her cup of coffee, only to realise that it was empty. Grumbling to herself, she wa

Personally I'm not a writer at all, but if I get a good idea for a story, I write it down despite lacking in skill, and I am always pleased with myself no matter what the story is about or how it was written. I would definitely be more of a "participant" though in all of these stories, and likely I would also have tons of "Investigators" (otherwise known as characters) that I use for each and every story. Perhaps I just enjoy putting my fate in the hands of the GM? While I don't like my characters dying in any sort of RP, to be honest (not even gore related horror RP), I don't think I would really mind my characters dying or going i

I do realize that it requires more moderation than my other works, but I do think that giving some members the freedom to make their own works would make it even better. OF course, I am always happy to help out in any sort of way I can, since I have GMed A LOT of Call of Cthulhu over the years. Probably more than anything else really. I will be making some rules for "storytellers", naturally, but I think we can try it out as a feature while we are still few and see how it goes. Quite happy to hear your enthusiasm and praise, so thank you

I'm not sure. A RP like this honestly requires a lot of attention, permission and moderation especially if it gets popular or something. If I was you, I would only allow "trusted" people make their own stories (in which, with permission from the story writer, anyone can participate), but only one story per setting at a time, so that the "Settings" tab doesn't get cluttered but rather it's used up well in the process, this way you needn't have to make another tab just for someone's personal stories. But these are all just spontaneous ideas of mine I just got moments ago, because I was very invested in this RP idea you're making.

She notices how Ivy, despite her efforts, still doesn't get how this is going to work. She has no intention of spending a dime. Why waste any money when there is fear and terror to plant the items in her hand and soon stomach. There is no reply from Jessica. Rather she begins to cackle and lick her lips, while she prepares herself to turn the candy store into something completely different, at least in the mind of Ivy. This time reality is completely replaced with the one of Jessica's making. For now, it looks normal even though it is still an illusion. Once more, the telepathic voices comes through: . F̴̧̗̙̝̺͉̹͊́̏͆͂͘ơ̳̰̽̈̇͌̊͛͑́͋

So, anybody can be an "investigator"? They're trying to live their life and suddenly oop! Strange sightings, strange feelings, RIP sanity, RIP everything else? I like it.

The jazz music in the bar plays softly and without being in the way of quiet and normal conversation. Clara is having a nice cider right now, taking her time with it and enjoying it slowly, the taste fresh and sweet on her lips. Thankfully, Reina still seems in a good mood, despite her anxiety and such about the whole situation, which Clara naturally does understand. Still, she made a big point about how her big sister could use something to relieve stress and tension and this seemed like a good, but still rather unconventional method of doing so. While Clara is not exactly poor and neither is Reina, both of them could stand to have more rel

OOC: It feels a bit weird how Lilith asked Lisa how can she "be hers", gets an answer and completely ignores it. Before Lisa has much of a chance to really react or reply back, she is dragged off the bed once more and then carried off in Lilith's arms. Even she has to admit it is a strange and out of the blue, but still definitely liked and fun. She could probably even carry the doctor as well, if she wanted to. She doesn't wonder why a normal woman could do it, but more focused on being close to the raven haired lady in this manner. She gives Lilith tender and loving looks while they make their way there and once their lips are again co

The party went on relatively uneventful... the occasional noble coming up to the family to pay respects and offer the usual bland small talk. Cassandra seemed to hold herself well as the crowd began to dwindle. Once everybody had left, the family all seemed to let a collective sigh of relief as Cassie returned to the table. "Oh no, my dear... after awhile you tend to grow accustomed to such events. Plus it appeared you were having a good time!" Philip assured her. "Yeah! Plus now we get to have the real fun, huh, sis?!" Levi wiggled his eyebrows at his little sister... quite inebriated, yet surprisingly still conscious. "Have a

Just like Andrea, Misty now has a bit of time and privacy to think over what has happened since she came here and what kind of emotions, thoughts and such that it has spawned in her mind and body. While it was not at all expected and sudden, the transition from the living room to bedroom and what happened was indeed extremely lovely, needed and very satisfying. Even now, the sensation of Andrea's finger on her body lingers, bringing her new warmth and causing her nipples to stiffen against large and plain white T-shirt that she just borrowed from her new friend. Friend. Does she really see Misty as only that? Certainly, friends don't go that

I can feel how your body responds in such an honest, positive and delighted way, which further propels my lust, love and need for you even higher up. Merely hearing you mention my name causes my body to shiver and my heart to melt even more. Seeing how pleasure buds perk up even more as well as throb heavily from me simply circling them with my fingers, I now intend to attack them more directly and my thumb now twirl your one nipple in circles with gently pushing down on it."Aaaah, Nozoooomi....mmmmmmm...you are so precious", I moan deeply back and tremble violently as my own woman chest rubies are played with."Mmmmmmmm, taste my nipples swe

While it didn’t take long at all for Andrea to whack their plates into the microwave to warm up their tacos, it was a much needed reprieve from the awkward situation that she found herself in. The sexual tension between her and Misty was crazy but also somewhat ambiguous. It seemed Misty herself wasn’t sure about what she wanted. Not that Andrea could blame her. It must be hard, going through a divorce and then finding yourself homeless and in need of some help. To add to that there was the attraction between them both and Misty probably was confused being pulled in so many directions. That’s why Andrea wasn’t pushing. Well that, and the fact

(Orin is dang cute @pH_Scale.) Yep. The new guy was a rookie. But it was cute. And who was she to judge? She just started herself! And besides, he was just doing his job... and he was very cute. The next thing she knew, he was behind her and.. was that an erection pressed in between her cheeks? Oh he was firm. leaning back against his embrace, so that her back was against his chest and she was able to tilt her head up to look at him, Sunny let out a content sigh, “you can be rougher. I’m not a china doll. I will let you know when it’s too much.” She promised him. “The massaging feels so good, it really helps.”

@JennyDK @Tsuki Reference image for Claude Hargreeves Claude Hargreeves entered the bar wearing his gray polo and black pants. He was a longtime 'contact' for Clara and shared many nights with her in casual sexual bliss. They may not be in a relationship but they helped each other have fun and take off stress. Claude owned a small but successful business, a café located in a busy street and near a bus stop resulting in a lot of customers. Although now that he thought about it, he did notice that his shop was frequented by this weirdo cosplayer who keep showing up in his green space armor costume. With the amount of visi

is that a samurai jack reference I smell?

Cassandra, even though she is dealing with regular conversing and such, is still having a nice time. She does wonder why her family is simply keeping to themselves. She even dances a bit and generally enjoy the more formal party. The music, food, the company and so on is a nice distraction from the regular toils and problems. Of course, she still comes by the family table from time to time, including the others in the evening, though she doesn't try and make them feel forced to participate in the normal festivities. She is aware of the long lasting words and rumors of special powers about their bloodline, but her primary concerns are jus

Cassandra has spent her years usually doing whatever she found fun as well as doing the preparations for a future as parto of the royal family, the duties it includes and so on. All of her life, she has gotten very well along with her family and has had no issues with the openness of sexual relations and activities within the family. She was told many stories about former females of their bloodline who willing and happily engaged in copulation, both for fun and intimacy, as well as recreation when needed. The recent issues further brings the need for some ways to deal with th depressing way things are. They all, including Cassandra, let some