∬∞∬ ℂαcαєsтнєsια’s Comments (group member since Dec 04, 2013)

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`·.¸¸.·´´¯`··._.·Fґєєdом Bёlїёvёґ`·.¸¸.·´´¯`··._.· wrote: "{Name} Juliana Rodriguez
{Writing style} Third Person
{Genre(s)} Something that would be kind of romantic, but still have poetry :D Poetry fan right here:/
{Mature?}I can go as far as anyone wants,..."

I'd love to.

[ Name ]
Sia

[ Writing Style ]
I prefer third person, although I will do first if necessary. I also prefer doubles.

[ Genres ]
I'll roleplay Horror, Fantasy, Supernatural, Steampunk, Mystery, Crime, Dystopian, or anything inbetween. Of course, with a bit of romance in it.

[ Maturity ]
I would like a bit violent, maybe even a little (or, actually, very) bloody. I also might swear depending on the situation and the character. Maybe even intense kissing, but that's as far as it'll go.

[ Example ]
((This is from a Robin Hood roleplay I'm doing currently.))

Robin hurried down the streets, a red cloak wrapped around her, the hood up. Surprisingly enough, it didn't stand out much against the white of winter snow as most everyone wore fall colors. Her pale blonde hair was pulled behind as so no one could see it, and her eyes pointed directly at the snow covered cobblestone with dirty shoeprints all over. Today was a rather busy day, as the towns people had gathered Wednesday was the usual day this Robin Hood would strike, and bring them the money they needed to pay the king's taxes and still keep the food on the table. They were her cover, so she could maneuver the crowd and not be spotted as easily if she had wore unusual colors.

When she reached the castle, she looked up at it and almost snarled at the plump man she could see through the window in the dining room with the crown that belonged to her father perched upon his head. He paid no attention to the outside world as he talked with his own steward, of whom Robin hoped would betray the King as he did to her father.

She easily entered, smiling a pretty smile at the guards at the front and saying she was visiting her brother, a squire training within the castle walls today. It was easy as she seemed innocent enough, and as she entered the ground it would be free game to knock out whichever guards were needed to get to her goal: the treasury.

Scurrying along the corridors through the shadows, avoiding the maids and butlers and squires, the treasury was easy to find and the guard was one pathetic man. It took one sharp kick to the back of his neck to knock him out before Robin got to opening the treasury door, with no alarm sounding. These men were still as naive as ever, hadn't they been robbed enough? She stuffed gold into the sack she carried on her shoulder, and anywhere else she could stuff it before shutting the treasury door. She whirled around, and while she did so her hood fell off, but at that point she didn't really notice.