Post by ZeldaWolfy on May 23, 2017 4:17:01 GMT -6
ZELDAWOLFY
/ TIFA, ZELDA, WOLFY / DODO
/ TIFA, ZELDA, WOLFY / DODO
EASTERN PACIFIC
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Well, I'm a high school student who is nothing more than average along the grade wheel. I don't stick out much to others, and that's fine with me. I'm quite a solitary individual who prides herself upon writing,
and coding. The earliest memories I have of roleplaying are on chatrooms hosted by pokemon fan games when I was 9.
My best memories belong to a forum that has gone incredibly inactive, and it tore my heart to bits to lose a privilege like that in my life. I've attempted to restart a forum like it similarly, but it seems no matter what I try, no one wants to join it.
I am prone to inactivity due to school and overall family stress, but I refuse to make the streaks longer than two days. I can't express how much hatred and wrath swell within me when someone doesn't reply without a notification.
Anyway, enough of that rant. I am also a sadist, and enjoy roleplaying that revolves around gore, violence, and dirty little secrets. Of course, I roleplay many other things too, but that is certainly my forte. I love The Legend of Zelda series, same with Final Fantasy and Pokemon. I'm a Nintendo maniac, and as the title of this thread says, I'm a weeaboo. Look it up, the definition is so much better than any words I could muster at the moment. It's currently 6:16am.
and coding. The earliest memories I have of roleplaying are on chatrooms hosted by pokemon fan games when I was 9.
My best memories belong to a forum that has gone incredibly inactive, and it tore my heart to bits to lose a privilege like that in my life. I've attempted to restart a forum like it similarly, but it seems no matter what I try, no one wants to join it.
I am prone to inactivity due to school and overall family stress, but I refuse to make the streaks longer than two days. I can't express how much hatred and wrath swell within me when someone doesn't reply without a notification.
Anyway, enough of that rant. I am also a sadist, and enjoy roleplaying that revolves around gore, violence, and dirty little secrets. Of course, I roleplay many other things too, but that is certainly my forte. I love The Legend of Zelda series, same with Final Fantasy and Pokemon. I'm a Nintendo maniac, and as the title of this thread says, I'm a weeaboo. Look it up, the definition is so much better than any words I could muster at the moment. It's currently 6:16am.
application
I don't know what I'd be since forums place me in all sorts of places, so I'll just provide a recent example of my roleplays;
She no longer allowed her ears to attune to the words flooding out of Kida's mouth, they seemed to no longer apply to her anyway, or so she thought. Her main focus was now this matter, quite literally. A matter, desperate to be different, craving to be composed into something more beautiful; perhaps more grand if you may. Though once more, everything was just a ramble of history, of science. What a joke, no? That the petty nebula was going to rant about science, when there were so many things within this prison that simply defied every law put in place by science. Her, herself, she was nothing more than a screw up with some form of chemicals. She was often described as having a chemical imbalance, and she took that to heart.
Though something that drew her attention..
Something that simply drove her over the edge..
Something that she immediately knew wasn't a lie.
Her nostrils flared, pupils thinning into slits as her ears perked rather high in the air. Her aura, mint-green in hue, erupted like a volcano around her. It blazed and consumed, though holding no true effect other than the consumption of oxygen. Her crimson irises snapped back to look at Kida, her ivories elongated, her hair bristled as if someone took a balloon to it and went to town. "He's here now, is he..?" Her beastly appearance, ungodly and simply inhuman, as well as truly revolting, was complimented by the choir of voices that echoed her words. Her lips drew back, revealing her ivories further as her frame shook with choked, strained laughter. "There's finally someone worthy of challenging my reign. Now that you mention him, I can just smell his presence, taste his sweet nectar.. I'm through with you fools, especially that dust bowl." She waved off both of them, taking her long, seductive strides towards the prison's gates, and she sure as hell was careful enough to shove Kida away.
"Why don't you try something, mutt? Everything is just threats, and you know how well I respond to those. I know you're afraid of me, I can see it." She chuckled, her twin tails moving in like a siamese manner as she strut away.
She no longer allowed her ears to attune to the words flooding out of Kida's mouth, they seemed to no longer apply to her anyway, or so she thought. Her main focus was now this matter, quite literally. A matter, desperate to be different, craving to be composed into something more beautiful; perhaps more grand if you may. Though once more, everything was just a ramble of history, of science. What a joke, no? That the petty nebula was going to rant about science, when there were so many things within this prison that simply defied every law put in place by science. Her, herself, she was nothing more than a screw up with some form of chemicals. She was often described as having a chemical imbalance, and she took that to heart.
Though something that drew her attention..
Something that simply drove her over the edge..
Something that she immediately knew wasn't a lie.
Her nostrils flared, pupils thinning into slits as her ears perked rather high in the air. Her aura, mint-green in hue, erupted like a volcano around her. It blazed and consumed, though holding no true effect other than the consumption of oxygen. Her crimson irises snapped back to look at Kida, her ivories elongated, her hair bristled as if someone took a balloon to it and went to town. "He's here now, is he..?" Her beastly appearance, ungodly and simply inhuman, as well as truly revolting, was complimented by the choir of voices that echoed her words. Her lips drew back, revealing her ivories further as her frame shook with choked, strained laughter. "There's finally someone worthy of challenging my reign. Now that you mention him, I can just smell his presence, taste his sweet nectar.. I'm through with you fools, especially that dust bowl." She waved off both of them, taking her long, seductive strides towards the prison's gates, and she sure as hell was careful enough to shove Kida away.
"Why don't you try something, mutt? Everything is just threats, and you know how well I respond to those. I know you're afraid of me, I can see it." She chuckled, her twin tails moving in like a siamese manner as she strut away.
MADE BY JOY
