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Down deep in the earth was a beat and a vibration. It worked its way up and out of a manhole came the sound of bass. It shock the ground as if there was an earthquake. The windows rattled and the cars parked on the street rocked back and forth. Then it stopped when there was a scream mixed with a cry. A mother died that night and that baby would come to challenge the world and the leaders. Before the mother took her last breath she whispered "Erotica" to the midwife. The widwife took the baby into her arms and baby was cooing. The midwife looked over at the mother and cried. I was always sad to see another mother died during childbirth. Another child with out a mother. This one also had no father. However he was ran out. The midwife raised the child, but not as if it was her own.

Erotica now a full grown woman. She stood over the woman's, who had raised her, grave. She laid a sigle white rose on the slab of cement. She didn't cry. She didn't know how. Maria, that was the midwife, always said from the day of her birth she had stopped crying. Erotica stood tall, almost elf-like. Her features were dramatic and seductive. Her face was oval and tan. She had large deep brown eyes. Her eyebrows were soft and in in he right eyebrow was a metal peircing. Her hair was dark brown and choppy. She had stretches of natural blondes and red in it. her hair went down the middle of her back, but was textured. She wore a simple black dress with a white rose in her hair. She looked sad, but there was nothing wet on her cheek. It started to rain and then it looked as if she was crying. She stood in the rain for a bit then walked back to her car.

Erotica drove around the town she grew up in. She had left on a trip in search of her father, which can up with nothing. She had returned and it had changed much. More people. More of different species. She was so used to humans, this was so hard for her to see them around. She drove up to the Library, she wanted to do some research. As she walked up she passed an elf and she starred at him. She couldn't help it. She hadn't seen one, but she had heard of them before.

The elf smiled at her, but continued to walk and then walked straight into a pole. She had somehow caused him to do that. He was taken in by her and didn't know why. As he rubbed his head he repeated in his head. Erotica...Erotica....
OOC: Okay, well I don't know where to say I am going with this. Obviously she may be some kind of witch, but which we are not yet certain. I need characters of all types. And if all possible someone to play her father. Father cannot be human though. Thanks.

OOC: Um... bad choice of names. Erotica? You are going to get all kinds of porn jokes.

OOC: Okay, I did not think of that. Oopsy. :oops: well, I could make it a humerous one. How bout that?

All I can say to this is check your telegrams, please. I had no idea you'd written this when I sent it.

OOC: It looks good to me, there's no need to make it humorous, the rest of the players can take this kind of things in two ways. The mature one and the inmature one, it's up to the players to decide. As a matter of fact, I was planning in RP as the father.

OOC: Okay, good. I was being mature about matters. I can be sick and demented like that, but originally I did not plan that.

OOC: That wasn't directed at you. You were seeing the thread in a mature way. I was talking about everybody else. As a matter of fact, I'm quite fond of your way of writing. you don't look like sick or demented to me anyway. I'm a woman and sometimes I describe things in a Rp that look too gruesome or insane...

OOC: :oops: Thanks. I do appreciate someone likes my writing. I just have a lot to work on. So, hints and clues are taken willingly. Your work is good too. I am just starting to work with men as my characters, but that can be really hard when you are a woman.

OOC: :oops: Thanks. I do appreciate someone likes my writing. I just have a lot to work on. So, hints and clues are taken willingly. Your work is good too. I am just starting to work with men as my characters, but that can be really hard when you are a woman.
And vice versa. I don't know how women "think" different than men, but I know they do! (Trying to explain stuff to my buddies is totally different than to the girls.)

OOC: Well, thanks to you too. And about the male characters, it's just a matter of custom. I played a lot of AD&D and WoD when I was younger, many of the times forced to play male characters. And when the things start to twist, I just ask my boyfriend "Darling, What would you do if...?", always works...

OOC: Well, I suppose I could ask all my friends that are guys. It is not that I am a tomboy I just have a lot of guy friends for some reason. :wink: Well, I got to go to bed I have class in the morning at 8 and it is 1230 so I will check on this in the morning. Y'all have a good night.

ooc:*
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Wow, what a letdown. I think, I'll give the girl a chance, maybe she's not all bad...
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Yeah, what a letdown.
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Figures that someone like Aelosia would compliment her...

Melwyth blinked his eyes furiously. Yet, it wasn't the pain of his throbbing temple that caused this, nor was it even pain he was trying to blink away. It was just that, no matter how many times he opened his eyes, she was still there in front of him. He shook his head, but that didn't do it. Finally, he couldn't resist anymore, he let his eyes focus on that lovely face.... so lovely.... This closer scrutiny made it seem ephemeral somehow. He studied it closely, memorizing every exquisite detail before it slowly and predictably faded. Only a vision... he sighed softly. He must talk with her... he must get to know her. He looked around, but she wasn't there anymore. Where had she gone?

He spun around desperately, looking for some trace of the nymph who had unexpectedly passed him. She had been there but a few minutes ago, where could she have gone? On the verge of panic, his memory recalled for him the sound of a door opening... the library! She was inside! He could wait for her out here. He would offer to escort her home. And that was where his conscious thoughts stopped, although he hardly wanted to stop at her door.

OOC: i claim absolutely no future control of this character... as i will probably not post frequently enough to follow his actions in detail... have fun with what i've done with him. I will probably jump in from time to time though. =)

edit for grammar and word choice

OOC: What do you mean by that Angelus?

Erotica was looking through the archieves on the computer. The only sounds in the Library could be heard of her clicking away on the keyboard. She slammed her hand down. The librarian, an old stern looking, woman looked up. Erotica turned red and said, "Sorry." She was not getting anywhere fast. Everywhere she searched turned up to be a dead end. Why couldn't she find her father. She turned around maybe to go look in the newspapers archieve downstairs and gasped. She saw the elf again. He had a small red mark on his forehead, but was getting the color back. It would be gone soon. She smiled at him, then frowned. "I didn't mean to stare. It is just that I have never seen an elf before. That is what you are right? I mean all I ever see is kine, ya know humans." She began to play with her hair. She was nervous. She didn't know why he was here. The librarian glared at her again and said, "Whisper."
"Oh yeah, sorry. So..?"
OOC: Waiting for someone else to jump in or the elf to continue out this conversation.

(OOC: Is she poking her head outside? Cause the elf never went inside, unless you wish to add that to the beginning of your last post).

OOC: Oops. I just assume he went in. I shouldn't make assumptions. They never help out anyway. Well, the way I wrote it he came in. Hence the librarians shushing of them. Sorry. Could you fix it and say he did go in. I mean he wanted to go after her didn't he? I will write IC after my class I only have a short break after my test.

Erotica walked out of the Library. She was dizzy and she didn't know why the Librarian was giving her weird looks. She could have sworn that the elf was in there, but when the librarian touched Erotica she came out of a daze. She wanted to get some fresh breath. She stepped on the first step and lose control of her legs. She grabbed the rail and fell to the ground. she was sweating, but feel cold. She shook her head and wiped her forehead some of her hair was stuck to her face. She began to see clearly and she wasn't dizzy anymore. She stood up and walked all the way down the stairs and then looked up. She froze. She saw the elf. He was standing by the tree. She spoke barely audible, "what what?" She couldn't say anything more because her throat was so dry. She just stared.

The door opened and She stumbled out, going down to her knees. Melwyth watched as She absent-mindedly wiped a stray hair from her face. So beautiful. His heart thumped audibly in his chest. So fragile kneeling there, her hand clutching the railing the only thing that kept her from falling.

Then She was up and moving down the steps before he had even thought to act. She looked up at him, her multi-hued hair a prismatic halo framing her face, and he felt flushed despite the chill wind. She muttered something inaudible, but surely it didn't matter. He smiled as his legs finally started walking towards her.

Melwyth spoke to her, though his words sounded distant and foreign to his ears. "You seem a little lost, would you like someone to show you around perhaps? Keep you company... act as an escort? Please, allow me." He offered her his arm. And all the while all he could think was 'So beautiful'.

(OOC: other people should feel free to play Melwyth occasionally. Come now, this story should advance faster than this)

OOC: ATG, on average, how many RP's do you start during a typical day?

OOC: That said, here's my entry...

IC:

A man dressed in some sort of leather armor walked down the street. The armor covered his chest and back, accented with green pants and brown leather boots. A .44 magnum Bulldog revolver sits on each side of his belt, which is studded with spare .44 magnum rounds. The man's face is a strong one, criss-crossed with nasty-looking scars. His hands are hidden in brown leather gloves, made to assist him in holding such a powerful handgun. Powerful arms hang from his wide shoulders, also heavily scarred with various slash, bullet, and stab wounds from his long and dangerous career. His short-cropped brown hair is beginning to receed on his head, a sign of his reaching middle age, much to his displeasure. Well-known in some circles, this man is known only as 'Gunslinger', the man with a quick temper, and an even quicker draw.

OOC: I don't know. I usually just start one or join one during my breaks after each class at school. It gets my mind off of school. I am going to nursing school, which is very stressfull. I guess you could say this is where I can get it out it a positive way. Is it a bad thing that I am involved in such a way?

IC: She looked at his arm and placed hers limply in it. She begin to smile. I don't think I have done this since I was a teenage girl. The memories were so vague, even though the time was not that long ago. "I do not think I am lost. I have been here before. That was a long time ago. But you may walk with me I guess. I just needed some air." The color was now returning to her face and her eyes were twinkling. She did not know elfs could be so polite. Yet, she had never known an elf. "By the way my name is Erotica and don't make any jokes. My mother gave it to me on her deathbed and was alittle dellirous. Ahaha. And so what is yours? Holy sh-t! Look at that guy. What's with all the guns?" She was startled a bit. And she tightened her grip around the elf.

Melwyth was pleasantly surprised when she actually put her arm in his. He colored a little as his body responded slightly, forced the impulse down, and barely heard what She... Erotica, yes that was her name... was saying. That is, until She tightened her grip on his arm and exclaimed loudly about the armed stranger walking down the street in their direction.

"Nothing but trouble, i'm sure, straight out of a Steven King novel with enemies on his tail." =p {heh, truncate that after 'sure' and ignore the rest of it... i just wanted to poke fun}

He turned her towards the road. "I am Melwyth (Meh-loo-uth)." He started to lead her across the street. Nothing was going to interrupt his time with this helpless angel that had been delivered unto him. Subconsciously his mind tried to tell him the armed man had nothing to do with them, but his burgeoning devotion to Erotica was making him paranoid. "Where shall i escort you, Erotica?" he asked, keeping his voice calm.

She smiled at him. "Hmmm...Meh-loo-uth." She left it slide off her tongue. "That isn't that hard of a name." She frowned. "I almost forgot what I was doing at the Library. I searching about information of my father, who I have no idea is. I think my next stop is the newspaper archieves and I have no idea were to go for that. Would I directly go to the newspaper or would I go to a museum like place?" She was wrinkling her eyebrows she was forgeting things and that just doesn't happen, maybe it had to do with that little spell that took over her. She would go to the Library again and look up information about that also. "Or I am kind of hungry, we could go eat. What would you like to do? You are my escort (a little giggle escaped after that). Therefore, you should decide. "

OOC: Not a problem, most of my RP characters are based off of characters I create in RPG's. Gunslinger is my Fallout 2 character.

IC:
Gunslinger disappears into a nearby bar, making no effort to conceal his weapons. Personally, anyone who objected to his wearing of firearms could 'go f**k themselves', to use his exact words.

OOC: Using the trusty 'guy walks into a bar routine'. Never fails when you don't know what the hell's going on.

*As Gunslinger walked into the bar, an Elven woman, drunk by the blush on her and slightly slurred speech, took notice of him and his assorted weapons.*

Elf Girl: "Heeeyyy yooou... Where's daaa wooorr?"

*She giggled and then hiccuped a few times, swinging around to the barkeep.*

Elf Girl: "Anotha round fer meee, and onee fer da soldah boi..."

Barkeep: "No, I think you've had enough."

Elf Girl: "Awwww..."

Gunslinger narrows his cold brown eyes.

"Hey, if she wants to drink 'erself into a stupor, why stop her? She's payin' you ain't she?"

He steps up to the bar.

"Three shots of Jack Daniels' best, the same for her." He says as the jerks a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the drunken elf.

Gunslinger slides a twenty across the bar to pay for the drinks.

Elf Girl: "Yeahs, Is Payinin yah, so lemme have another drink."

*The barkeeper snorts, accepts the twenty, then pours the shots of Jack Daniels, sliding three to Gunslinger and one to the Elf.*

Barkeep: "Only one for the Elf."

*His tone meant that that was final, he wasn't going to neogoiate about it. The barkeep returns the change for the drink to Gunslinger and goes about his business. The dark haired Elf slides over to sit next to Gunslinger.*

Elf: "Heeey, thaanks for bieen me <Hiccup!> a drenkie. My name's ummmm... What's muh name agaan? Uh... Oh! Rayne! Yeah, dat's muh naame."

*She giggled, swirling the Jack Daniels with one finger.*


((OOC: Pic HERE (http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-8/338831/292.jpg).))

Gunslinger arches an eyebrow at this.

"Rayne? What's an elf doin' in a shithole bar like this? Ya'll usually shoot at folks with arrows an' cast spells and all that bullshit. Never known an elf to sit near a gun, much less down a shot of Jack Daniels. Name's Gunslinger by the way."

Gunslinger downs a shot of his drink, breathing a sigh of satisfaction as the liquid burns down his throat. It'd been a month or two since his last drink. It was something his aging liver was glad of, but it made him more irritable than usual if he didn't have alchol in his system.

*Rayne raises one finger, and makes a zoom sound.*

Rayne: "You muss mean da majekical Elves. Nat awl Elves are lik dat. Hmmm..."

*She tosses back the Jack Daniels, downing it all in one go, then leans her head on Gunslinger's shoulders.*

Rayne: >Yawn!< "Dwinking makes me so sweeply..."

*The barkeep shakes his head slowly.*

A slight grin crosses Gunslinger's scarred features.

"I bet it does. You need a lift home?"

Two more shots disappear in quick succession, and he gathers up his change.

*Rayne nods sleepily.*

Rayne: "Yeah... Hown. I liv uh.... Erm... I kant rememba where I liv... Cen I go hown wid yoou?"

OOC: Very nice. I am thinking she wanted to be taken advantage off. Hey, by the way how did you get your picture to come up like that because I have to type in the address and that takes too much time.

IC: Erotica watched the man with the guns go into a local bar. Hmmm. She could use a drink. She wasn't much for one, but why not just one. She wasn't going to let him decide she pulled his arm and they went into the bar. She knew the bartender from some time ago. He was in her vivid memory, but she did not remember his name.
"Hey, girl it has been a long time? Why did you come back? We never thought you would." He frowned at then and then smiled. "It is good to see you again. You look wonderful by the way."
Erotica blushed and said, "Thanks." She noticed the man with the guns and a little elf girl pratically on his lab. Oh boy he is in trouble. But then again he might enjoy that. "Well, I am trying to find out information about my father. Do you know anything?"
The bartender scratched his head. "Don't know miss. I knew your mom, but we have already talked about that. She never really mentioned your father ever to me. Maybe she didn't want to hurt my feelings. Ya know your mom and I were dating at the time you were born. Don't look at me like that. She didn't cheat on me. Your mom was an angel. Father must be a loser to not want to see his beautiful little angel like you. If I hear anything I will tell you. Things get around fast in this small town. Want something to drink? It will be on the house."
Erotica changed her mind about the drink and said, "No, I think I would just like a coffee, please. Make it black."
"Sorry kid I just don't know anything." He went over to the other customer that just walked in and started to prepare that drink. Erotica was looking in her coffee and was frowning. "There has to be something in this God forsaken town about my father."

Again, an eyebrow arches.

"That'd be fine, except I don't live around here."

'Lord, this girl is hammered...' Gunslinger thought to himself, considering her request.

Melwyth was a little disconcerted to be pulled into the same bar the walking armory had walked into, but he would have followed Erotica through fire if she kept her arm in his. The smoke and dim lighting took a little while to adjust to, but he took some small comfort in the fact that the gunslinger had his... lap... full. Erotica ordered coffee, and he watched her beautiful lips move as she spoke, entranced by their perfection. ...Coffee? That would mean she intended to sit for a moment!

"Make that two," he added as the bartender walked away. "Shall we sit here at the bar, or would you prefer a table," he asked Erotica more quietly. He wished he had dared to say room rather than table.

"Here at the bar" {I will change it if you prefer the other}

Melwyth dropped the arm reluctantly, and pulled a stool out for her, perhaps a little awkwardly. He felt foolish, but he had this impulse to do things for her, no matter how minor.

He sat down beside her.

"You mentioned your father," he began. His mind raced. He needed her... needed to do things for her. His mind was so cloudy... Why couldn't he think clearly? "Perhaps... perhaps i could help?" Surely there must be some way he could help her... surely... He didn't even realize he'd put his hand on her arm that was resting on the bar top.

OOC: Walking armory? That's a bit harsh. :lol: He's just got two, rather largeish revolvers.

OOC: Walking armory? That's a bit harsh. :lol: He's just got two, rather largeish revolvers.

OOC: so i'm prone to exaggeration... a little hyperbole never hurt anyone... besides, i'm seeing Melwyth as very stream of conscious and mentally being dramatically descriptive. And it amused me. =)

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*Rayne hiccups.*

Rayne: "Um... I gess we can go to a mowtell, yeah?"

*She hiccups again, one eye half open, leaning rather heavily on Gunslinger.*

OOC: Thanks. I will IC post later I have clinicals soon.

Gunslinger smiles slightly.

"So what's your rate?"

'Never done an elf before...' He thought to himself.

Does Erotica have a small waist and huge butt?

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Mliêstôlkakûmek(Love all as you love yourself)
Racism-the other stupid ideology
Peace, love, and girls with small waists and really big butts!
http://www.sulucas.com/images/steatopygia.jpg
They say, "Support the
Anti-Racism Act."

OOC: Thanks for the help with the pictures. I will remember that. Erotica does have a small waist, but does not have a big butt. Sorry. She is quite tone. YOu should listen to Sir Mix Alots "I like BIg Butts." :lol:

Erotica looked up at the sensation of touch. She smiled. "Thanks, but I would not want to hassle you. I just met you, though it seems as if we have known each other longer." She pauses. She places her other hand over his hand and squeezes. "I would love for you to accompany me. Would you like to do that?" She looked into his eyes, hidden behind the strength was a little girl scared to be alone. It sometimes crept up out of nowhere, but it was there, always there. She blinked and it was gone. She smiled, waiting for his answer.

OOC: Thanks for the help with the pictures. I will remember that. Erotica does have a small waist, but does not have a big butt. Sorry. She is quite tone. YOu should listen to Sir Mix Alots "I like BIg Butts." :lol:

OOC: That's my theme song. I like girls with large asses.

OOC: Then you wouldn't like me, but I have been told I have the perfect posterior from a lot of guys. But I always call it myself a big bootie ho, but I am just kidding. I suppose guys do like something to grab onto, but my body is proportional. I just don't see why they want a super skinny girl with a large butt. Oh well.

OOC: I never said anything about a skinny waist, that's just f**kin' scary. That ass is a weapon, at that point. I like thicker women.

OOC:Isn't it funny how a perfectly good RP can be diverted by the simple mention of ass size?

((*Reads the last page, and wounders how this RP got to this* :shock: ))

OOC: Then someone get it back on track. I can't I'm awaiting a response from my character's drunken companion.

At that exact,precise,and awkward moment,a not-so-menatlly-sound guy jumps of a roof screaming bloody hell,and splatters onto the pavement.

OOC: That's my theme song. I like girls with large asses.

So do I. It's my theme song as well.

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Mliêstôlkakûmek(Love all as you love yourself)
Racism-the other stupid ideology
Peace, love, and girls with small waists and really big butts!
http://www.sulucas.com/images/steatopygia.jpg
They say, "Support the
Anti-Racism Act."

OOC: "Erotica"? What in the world was the midwife smoking at the time? And where can I get some? :lol:

OOC: It wasn't the midwife, silly. The mom said it out of delirium. It is not meant to be preverted either.

OOC: Well, that explains much. Honestly, though - how could you NOT realise the absurdity of someone being named 'erotica'?

OOC: I haven't quite decided what her name entirely means. I know she has some ancient power, possible a white witch. I let my characters grow with the posts of others to. Sorry, I cannot be of much help.

((OOC: Sorry, was having internet probs. Still am. I can post like maybe once per day until my Internet starts working again.

*Rayne blinked in confusion.*

Rayne: "Rate? Um... Whaddaya meeean by rate?"

'Whoops...'

"You mean you don't got an hourly rate?"

'Mistaken identity... figured this 'un was a streetwalker, but I guess not...'

Erotica looked over at the cute elf and the man. He just asked her what her rate was. She started to laugh. "Can you believe that guy? My My asking for her rate? That is a riot." She glanced over and met his eyes. This elf, there is just something about him.

Melwyth froze for a moment, his mind trying to form the words. He hoped he kept the shock out of his facial expression, but certainly she saw the slight drop in his jaw, or perhaps the minute arching of his eyebrows. Had he been anything but elven he would have been open as a book, but his races prodigious ability to obfuscate their reactions was admittedly useful. "yes" he said softly, almost so that he didn't see it. Then more forcefully "Yes." He struggled to hold on to his emotions. "I would love to accompany you."

Behind him the gun-toter asked about rates. Erotica laughed. Rather than let the mood be broken, he took delight in how her mouth moved... so perfect. He smiled, more at her than at the barbarian's question. His mind had long since forgotten that this behavior was unusual for him... He met her eyes and then the rest of the world dissolved and there was nothing but her eyes.

OOC: I'm going for Clint Eastwood, not Arnold. The .44 magnum was a big hint. This fella isn't used to random women hitting on him as he walks into a bar.

Erotica was shaking his shoulders. "Hey, wake up buddy. I just asked you if you wanted to stay here a bit longer or if you want to leave?" She cocked her head at him. He was starring off and she had called his name several times with no answer. I wonder what he was thinking about. If only it could be me. What! I can't believe I am thinking such a thing. Oh okay, so, maybe I have a small crush on him. Yet, it is something more than just a crush. Better not let him see it though. She turned her head down to her empty coffee mug and blushed. EEk! Can't hide that. She smiled and said, "Well?"

(OOC: I believe he gave a yes... i didnt mean for him to be that oblivious... Your last entry reads like an anime, complete with over-dramaticization :D . Now how to go from there... if you'd like to change it, i'll change this one, or whatever.)

Melwyth came back to himself.

"Sorry, i was... thinking about something. Shall we?"

He stood and offered her his arm.

OOC: I know you said yes, she didn't. Thanks I was always told I was a drama queen, but in a good way.

IC: She smiled sweetly at him. "I am game. Where to then?" She dropped a few wongs on the table and left a few extra for the bartender. She looked into his eyes waiting for his decision.