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Thank you all for showing interest and I really appreciate it ^^ I am willing to rp with all of you 1on1 of course and i'll pm you soon with the details.

Hey Valucrians! Literate roleplayer here still getting used to the site's many features after a long time away so for the time being i'm looking for a few partners to roleplay with me one on one. I prefer you come up with a plot and i'll agree to it but if it's necessary and you don't have one then I have a plot and a world ready for both of us. My genres include but not limited to: High fantasy(My strongest preference), action, adventure, gore, mythical, supernatural, sci-fi, ero(not the bulk of the story).

Hey Mickey thanks ^^ been a long while :P

Many thanks Rin :) not sure whether those links are your signature or your subtly trying to tell me to try roleplaying with you. Both would do fine as I would very much like to learn using a real example if possible.

It's been months since Sorvantes attempted to venture back into the blasted shadow realm. Months since he had done the impossible. Directly oppose his father's rule. It was a clear hierarchy in the demon world and rank shifts were numerous and mostly brutal in their changes. Lesser demons, incomparably large monsters that come in a sundry of miscellaneous shapes and sizes, vie for power and for attaining higher levels by massacring each other in droves and consuming each other with cannibalistic abandon to increase their power and ascend through the ranks. Right above the common rabble are the normal demons. A bit smaller in size than their earlier counterparts but what they lack for size they make up for in sentience. While those lesser demons are just frenzied monstrosities, the normals possess varying degrees of intelligence, and in some rare cases, they can speak. The same process reciprocates among normals, albeit with more viciousness, ferocity, and cunning than in the lower ranks. The pinnacle of these ranks is the arch-demons. Usually favoured as pets by the Alpha Omegas, They are the closest things that could resemble anything human. Standing at least over three metres in length, and with mostly shadowy bodies that ebb and flow more than form solidly, arch-demons are extremely cunning creatures who have killed, devoured, deceived, and destroyed countless members of the demon race to get to their level of power and intelligence. The Alpha Omegas, the name strikes fear into even the coldest of hearts and the hardiest elite demons cower in fear at the approach of one of them. These titles are only granted to the offspring of the Demon King who rules the shadow realm with an unyielding will that tolerates no disobedience of any kind. There are only two Alpha Omegas in existence. Sorvantes, now known as the Demon's Bane, and Gillian, the Black Heart. Non-identical twin brothers, the Alpha Omegas once were inseparable brothers who reveled in the annihilation of entire worlds and the obliteration of races, leaving scorched worlds and scarred remains in their destructive wake. The comparison between Sorvantes and Gillian were like night and day or the sun and the moon. While Sorvantes was chaotic and enjoyed killing and massacring everyone with reckless abandon, Gillian was the cold and ever calm antagonist to Sorvantes. A story perhaps for another time, as Sorvantes refocused on the present, his title of Alpha Omega meaningless as he barely escaped from the demon king's realm, stripped of his previous power and boundless might. He has escaped to a frequented world called Lesunia only to be immediately whisked away into this strange world where he found himself outside this seemingly impossible tavern. It look small and normal from the outside but as soon as he entered, after healing his wounds with regeneration, he was astounded by the sheer size of this place. 'The magic in this world certainly feels stronger here than in Lesunia' He thought inwardly. That or his new weakness made him more sensitive to his surroundings. He surveyed the room as he entered. Patrons of all races and sizes sat around in ordered places or random positions, it mattered not for it seems you could find a place to sit anywhere. Servants flitted among customers, serving food and drink all over the place with practiced ease. He moved forward, his clinking armour now a participant in the background noise of the busy tavern, and reached the bar counter. He called for the barkeep, who responded instantly, and spoke to him. "Greetings, can you get me something to drink? anything will do.". The barkeep silently nodded and went to bring him what he desired. Sorvantes wondered if they'd accept gold coins, he did not know whether it mattered if the currency was of this world or not but he only figured he can try and see what happens.

Way ahead of you dear lady ^^ but regardless many thanks for the help and I appreciate the warm and support welcome <3 here's to the coming fun times :D

I may not be a very old person here but I did specify I was out for a couple years which is also the same time I joined the site, I only used it for a month or so before life as always wrenching me away with responsibilities. Anyway I hope to be more active this time around and actually have proper fun with the amazing individuals around here.

Greetings everyone and hope this topic finds you well and healthy! After a long hiatus spanning the better part of two years, i'm finally back and boy are we going to go wild in this world ;) Obviously much has changed so if any veteran sees this post please don't hesitate to update me through the changes.

It's been a lonesome road. After his recent brush with death, once again Devian sets out for the tavern of legend where his agreed upon contact would be waiting to pay him his bounty. He was excited at the prospect of an earnest fight with some tough opponents but even that was an understatement as Devian found out later on to his dismay. Having been tasked with eradicating a group of assassins who defected from the kingdom and have taken refuge in the outskirts of a city that was a week's ride from the tavern, Devian set out with confidence and assuredness of a job easily done and a sum of money too good to be true. Dozens of corpses and bleeding wounds later coupled with long days walking since he lost his horse in the fight, Devian promised himself not to be a fool like he usually is and actually ask more details about the contract before accepting. What's done is done, however, and Devian has finally arrived at the tavern, a bit exhausted but otherwise feeling satisfied with his work and with his incoming pay. He opened the tavern door and was instantly greeted by the racket caused by the never-ending multitude of patrons and tavern workers. He missed those noises and the scent of ale, smoke, and food sizzling on spits, he missed the serving girls here and the constant sound of conversation in the tavern, even though its been just less than a month since he's been here. "Here I am now" He said to himself, he entered the tavern and went for the bar and sat down, dropping his duffle bag beside him with a heavy thud. "Barkeep! Some strong ale and a plate of tonight's dinner please, on the double!" He ordered as he settled in. He took in the surroundings, things haven't changed much and he didn't expect it too, same place different faces. A smiling man was busy conversing with a young man in a hooded cloak. A group of girls are busy drinking at the bar, some merchants were busy conversing about business no doubt. Devian was busy taking in the sights when his order came swiftly. "Much appreciated." He thanked the man for his service and tossed him three gold coins for his trouble much to the bartender's surprise. Devian has amassed quite a fortune from his daredevil forays and perilous jobs. He hoped he'd find a nice place to sleep in for the night after he's dug in and drank his ale but if not then he'll just find somewhere to tuck in without being a bother, easier said than done with all his heavy armour and height.

Well, the gods surely love me to grant me such a wonderful sight. if the sounds the pirate issued every time he was hit by something in his descent made Kit wince, it made music in my ears. 'Good Riddance' I thought, hoping the pirate would die from such a fall, but alas, my expectation eludes me yet as he stumbles on the last leg of his vertical journey over a large branch which seemingly halted his advance fast enough to warrant a safe fall. He lied prostate on the ground for a while, but his body still animated with life, then picking up something beside him resembling a cigarette, 'Cheeky asswhole'. Allie just went over in a panic to check if he's alive but then seeing he was, she just went back and plumped down, hugging her knees in the familiar position of those in need of love or those who have fallen into despair, pretty sure its the latter. The damn pirate took muttered something as he beheld the infernal thing, I for one abhor smoking but in a turn of good intention, I strode over to his sorry body on the floor and lighted his cigarette, probably expecting a reaction close to euphoria from the pleasure of having his damn cigarette lighted. 'Here you go, let's be civilised here and work together shall we?' I crouched down and in a whisper I continued. 'Listen here you scum, one wrong move of you and I'll fucking gut you like a fish, I may not look it but I know my way around weapons so let's all cooperate and get off this damn island and each will go their separate ways.' I looked at him with as much malice and threat I could muster, though it wouldn't amount to much since I have a soft featured face not useful for such situations but I have other incentives to incite obedience. (Sorry, writer's block)

Good thing he had that heavy armour on him or even with his already heavy body, he would have been blown away by the blast. Bloody bits and entrails were stricken through the walls and windows, mingled with broken debris and shattered glass and bits of bones. Lawrence was taken away by Archaeus right after and flown way up high. Sorvantes sensed another presence beside Sikko's weak aura, possibly Vex having reached him. As the creature lay broken and bloodied, it immediately started regenerating without hesitation. "I love to fight tough opponents and everything, but you my ugly monster are a real bastard with that healing of yours." He summoned his bastard sword, Blood Monger, to finish the deed and absorb the creature's blood into the sword, if that thing was magically empowered, it could feed his sword and strengthen its powers. He was holding the sword over his shoulder, about to make for the creature's head before it reconnected when that angel Eve swooped down and carved a neat ridge over the creature's back, but she wasn't satisfied with that. With a gust of wind marking her passage past Sorvantes, she turned back, beat her wings and harnessed her natural element, sending the two halves of the thing crashing into the wall with audible cracks, from the wall or the bones he did not know nor did he care. Instead of dropping the floor it was held up against the wall with mini tornado of howling wind. He turned to her and he heard her say: "Well if she isn't the polite one eh master?" "It seems so, but I am bored and this creature wasn't nearly as fun as I'd hoped so I might as well take the offer" He strode, hefting his sword into an executioner's stance. "Taking help from angels now, how low we have fallen." The demon teased. Sorvantes ignored the cheeky idiot and moved through the debris, crunching bones and stepping on blood and gore to where the creature was held. It was howling and screeching in an unnaturally loud way, possibly knowing its impending demise. "Its been slightly interesting monster, see you in hell." He raised the sword and ran it through the creature's skull, stopping its screams and then activated his sword, siphoning blood from the creature into the sword, making it glow bright red. That blood was highly dense with magic and enchantment. As the last drop bled into the blade, Sorvantes pulled it out, flipped it expertly into an underhanded grip and slashed right across the neck, slicing through the meat like it was butter, sending the misshapen head away in a bloody arc until it thudded on the ground. "Well that's that I guess." Sorvantes pointed out with a bored sigh. "We did go a bit overboard though." He commented as he surveyed the ungodly amount of damaged buildings.

Congratulations on your wedding Charlie and I wish you the most wonderful of times with your beloved Liza on your honeymoon and by all means, take your time and appreciate each other, we can wait a few days so kick back and relax. In our culture, our parents are sacred to us, so we were taught and brought up to respect and treat our parents with kindness and gentleness no matter how nasty and harmful they become, therefore I'm sorry to read all that about your mother and I pray for her to mend her ways and see the error in her methods, and I hope she rectifies her mistakes and win back her daughter. :) Hope I did this right though :P

The usual ambience of the jungle resumed after the oppressing, unnatural silence that covered their part of the jungle. Birds returned to twittering melodiously among each other in the trees, wings flapped and leaves shook. Several howls from monkeys and chimpanzees could be heard in the distance and the animals overall overcame their shyness and started moving about, oblivious to the four foreign intruders to their hidden, and forgotten domain. He watched the girl named Kit start climbing up the tree with apparent ease, despite her misgivings and outward appearance, that girl seems to be able to handle tough situations and is used to it too, she'll make a good ally in case things go south with the pirate. She reached over about 30 feet, climbed up a few more branches, settled herself and started cutting away some of the sturdier-looking vines for me and Allie to collect and connect. "Still don't like the idea of freeing that pirate" He muttered to himself, but was soon snapped out of his reverie by Allie's question. "Well you know how it goes, it pays to be prepared as they usually say, so I like to be as ready as I can for any situation that arise. But chance or fate does have a cruel way of messing that up, as you can see about our current predicament" He replied back with a smile. He noticed she was having difficulty tying the vines together, struggling with making strong enough knots to hold them together. "Allow me to help Allie" He offered. "You have to take this piece under that one, then turn them around each other and pull. Just like that." He showed her a simple method of two steps to make it easier for her. In a few minutes time with her new method and his help, they managed to assemble around 20 feet of vines in addition to his rope, but that still won't be enough. "You know Kit, I think we should just cut his straps loose and let him fall down. I hear pirates have pretty thick skulls, you know what with being insanely stupid to raid sky ships." He suggested in a way of mockery. He'd rather stop wasting any more time as it is and try to find a way out, or build one if he had to.

'Damn this idiot for being in the way! As much as Jackson liked the idea of being alone with two hot chicks, one of them well-endowed at that...that must feel soft.....no distractions! As much as he liked to be alone with them, there was wisdom in having a bigger group of people to improve their chances of survival. In other aspects, there are far worse creatures than that bear from what he encountered and it did feel a bit too easy felling that great beast. He could make great use of the bear skin for warmth and use it's teeth and claws for some trinket or something useful.' All this was running in Jackson's mind while he just stood staring off into space, oblivious to his surroundings until brought around by the blondie thanking for helping the tough woman named Kit. "Don't mention it love, its my duty to help a lady in need." He replied flashing a bright smile. That smile turned sour again at the sound of that blasted pirate's voice, having the audacity to demand he be removed from the tree in such an insulting tone. 'Oh I'll get you down alright, and stick you with my knife you ingrateful pig.' At the mention of Kit looking for rope he piped up. "I got some rope here, but I don't think its long enough to reach the bastard, excuse my language but I don't feel particularly charitable towards that pirate right now because first, he's a pirate and possibly one of the asswholes who attacked us, and second he's not showing that much gratitude towards us right now so I'd rather you did not risk yourself climbing for him Kit but it's your call." He added, producing a thick coil of rope from his backpack, possibly around 5 metres in length. He looked back at the tree and the thrashing idiot sky pirate again, the tree was of impressive length and even with some strong-looking vines, climbing it would prove risky. "Name's Jackson by the way, pleased to have made you acquaintance ladies." He opened with a smile, as he handed the rope for Kit to use.

Shadows and black flames marked his speedy homing on the monster, streets blazing up with extreme heat as Sorvantes flitted between buildings and streets on a low-flying altitude, following the beast's scent. "This oughta be fun Demon! rejoice in the bloodshed that will commence!" He screamed in exaltation, his blood boiling at the prospect. "Atleast someone is going to have fun." the demon grumbled. He tracked Eve's ascension with Lawrence in tow. Faster! he sped up to the point he became a black line of shadows passing everything in a blur to dive into the beast head-on, relying on the five ton weight of his armour multiplying with speed and hopefully smash every bone in the creature's body. He emerged out on a clearing and sped straight to a large blue creature, colliding with it and sending it sprawling through a building in a huge resounding crash. Sorvantes laughed heartily in joy at the excitement bubbling inside him, black smoke and steam emerging out of him. "Careful master, you've exerted a bit too much in that sprint." "I know, hopefully this beast didn't die so he can give me some more fun.". The rubble shifted, diverting Sorvantes's attention towards the hole he made in the wall. An arm shot out of the broken masonry, follow by a screeching roar of fury. The beast jumped out of the building, sending rubble everywhere, aiming for Sorvantes now as it lunged towards him. He sidestepped the rampaging monster then dodge a backhanded slash with ease. "Is that all you can do freak?" he taunted, solidifying two shadow spears as he kept dodging and evading the beast's clumsy swipes. "Well your regeneration is on par, I give you that, I expected you to be a broken puddle of skin by now, that or you can take a beating." He spared a moment to look around for Sikko, red eyes scanning with unnatural speed to spot Sikko laying somewhere a bit far away from the creature, possibly escaped from him, he has his feline companion with him. Suddenly his vision sped to the right very fast, settling as he was flung into a nearby wall by the creature's swipe, the wall cracking and buckling under the weight. "Ha ha! you sure pack a punch beast, let's see if you can hit me now." He was met by a screech of annoyance as he threw the spears at the beast, pinning it's feet firmly on the ground, as it tried to attack him. "Let's see what Lawrence can do with his trick, I feel curious." He kept summoning more and just stabbing the monster's feet repeatedly as he jumped around, avoiding it's claws while doing so, a spear on it's arm, a spear on its thigh, one in it's eye. "You know, you'll do great for target practice, what with your regeneration." He chuckled as kept chucking out spears and impaling the creature in many places rendering it totally immobile. "You're turn now Lawrence." He said to himself as he materialized a shadow great sword to prepare for the final strike after Lawrence pounds this thing to the ground.