In Tune;

"May your troubled hearts be warmed!" ((closed Levin rp blog for ferp))

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((Dropping))

Yo, this has been a long time coming, I think, but I’m going to be dropping from ferp. It’s been really fun, but burnout’s been hitting me these past months, and it’s starting to become less and less enjoyable.

Perhaps in a few months or years, I’ll feel better and come back; I certainly won’t quit writing, and I may still use my blogs for rp - but for now, this chapter is over.

If you want to stay in contact, my main blog is over at @princeymarmar, and my twitter is yusukeuragay

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Something in the Wind | open

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theprincesdespair:

A bard? Lyon almost scoffed. And he seemed scared of Lyon’s dark magic on top of that. Did he have any idea the amount of knowledge Lyon carried because of his tomes? 

Still, Lyon couldn’t help but watch how his battle partner seemed to dance with the wind magic he cast, the Wights being pushed back while Lyon recovered from his spell. Finally, the monsters get knocked to the ground and Lyon finds enough energy to finish them off.

He waits a moment, carefully eyeing the forest’s edge for reinforcements, before accepting their victory. He lets out a long sigh and relaxes his shoulders. “That seems to be the last of them,” he says to the bard. “I thank you for your help fighting those beasts.”

Levin pants for a moment after the battle, feeling just a little bit winded (ha) from that burst of magical aptitude. Perhaps he was just gaining aptitude for it. “Not a problem,” he tells the man, trying to flash him a shaky smile - but Levin can’t even quite manage that, and it falters after a moment as his eyes fall upon the other man’s dark book.

“Um. I’ve gotta ask it, though, an’ I don’t really want this to sound like I’m underminin’ your helpfulness, because you did a pretty good job on fightin’ ‘em too, an’ I’m not even sure what any of those things are or were.” He pauses, spending a moment trying to figure out how to put the question without offending his new battlebuddy too much. “Is carryin’ dark magic with you somethin’ that’s allowed ‘round here? Or am I about to get arrested an’ burned at stake for ‘close proximity to illegal cultist’?”

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Dragon-eating Monster | Open

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cheerydragon:

“Woah!” Kanna yelped, nearly being ejected from the stranger’s arms with his erupt stillness. She only managed to remain in his arms through gripping his shoulder firmly, only weakening her hold once they had arrived at a complete stop. The verdant-haired man’s initial astonishment tickled her, as she was incredibly proud of her heritage. At her young, inexperienced age, there was nothing more incredible than being dragon. Her enthusiasm was so far extended she often shifted as a way of demonstrating her “talent” to others, as any child seeking validation would.

“Uh huh! I’m a dragon just like Papa! Isn’t that really neat?” She confirmed, momentarily forgetting her fleeting terror as her attention had been expertly redirected. Upon hearing the man’s explanation, her face contorted into one of confusion, “but what about the big yellow eyes? I swear I saw them, I did!” Though Kanna was naive as any child her age would be, she was certainly intelligent. The reason she had entered the woods once again in the first place is that she had suspected her father’s story to be false–but hearing that a dragon-eating monster doesn’t exist for certain caused her to worry as to what exactly had chased her. I don’t think it was a pig. I didn’t know the woods could be so scary… In processing the information the stranger had given her, she failed to hear the man subtly admit that he too, was a dragon.

“I do!” Kanna replied, her expression shifting at the mention of her most precious possession. She wriggled a bit before retrieving a bluish, purple glimmering stone. It was large in her small hands, warm and glimmering like sunlight upon the ocean’s waves. “Doesn’t it sparkle so neat–” She paused, realizing she did not know his name.

“Um, mister? What’s your name?”

There’s dragons around here, and clearly more than one - and they’re sentient, and they were clearly still fertile. A wave of relief crashes over him, one he wasn’t even aware he was holding back. “It certainly is very, as you say, neat, little one. You are very lucky, and very special indeed.” Probably even more than this child could know.

However, the distraction was only very brief, as she remembered her fears. Forseti shook his head. “Many creatures of the forest have yellow eyes, or eyes that might reflect yellow light,” he explained, simply. “Even if it wasn’t a pig, it probably was no monster - just a creature with yellow eyes, and a loud screech, who felt that their home was being intruded on.”

Slowly, he glanced behind himself, warily, trying to stay alert for any indication of the creature still chasing, or getting closer. “...Now, that doesn’t mean the woods aren’t dangerous,” he said, after a moment, “because wild animals are perfectly capable of being dangerous - it just doesn’t make this one a monster.”

But then that’s forgotten as she pulled out her stone, and he beamed widely and was about to tell her yes, it sparkles so pretty, now why don’t you use it? when she interrupted with a question of her own. For a moment, he fell silent, almost shocked, and it’s a marvel that he’s able to keep his face relatively impassive. And then, while he had no need to lie here, certainly not to this child - surely Naga would not search this far or this hard to hear his name from one person - the name he’d been using for almost twenty years now slipped off his tongue oh so easily anyway. “Levin.”

“Now, little one - might I inquire your name as well? - if you have your dragonstone about you, haven’t you considered... turning into a dragon? Flying away perhaps, if you’re the kind with wings?”

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The End of an Era [Julia & Levin]

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bloodofheim:

She nodded when he asked if she needed water, and carefully stood up, making sure not to strain herself again. Keeping her voice at a whisper, she responded. “I..I had no idea who I was or what I was supposed to be without guidance. You gave that to me.” Julia was a giant ball of emotions right now, but- no, now’s not to the time to think about it.

“Levin..or are you Forseti? Either way, you provided me with so much, but I don’t know how to repay you.” The green-haired male had really provided her with everything, from basic care to learning how to use magic, and Julia had always felt a need to give back whatever it was she had gained.

Forseti listened in silence, barely responding to her words – only the keenest of eyes could have told when his face started turning away from her, when the usually neutral expression on his face began to turn downward.

Eventually, he stopped behind her, and for a moment he’s completely silent. When he finally does speak, it’s neither an answer to her question, nor a response to anything she just said. “…You said you wanted some water before, right? Why don’t we go get that?” he asked, smiling at her. The smile doesn’t reach his eyes.

For once, he can’t simply blame Levin for making him mist up.

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Dragon-eating Monster | Open

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cheerydragon:

“Wuahh!” Kanna squeaked in almost a daze as the stranger scooped her up in his arms effortlessly as if she weighed nothing at all. Though most certainly wouldn’t take kindly to being carried by a stranger, the little dragon was a child, and naturally trusting towards of adults, especially ones that promised her protection from monsters. Without a single ounce of hesitation, Kanna wrapped her short limbs around the verdant-haired stranger, holding on as his sprint naturally jostled her. She didn’t dare to peek over his shoulder, fearing she would witness the piercing eyes of the monster she had seen once more.

“It’s a monster! A dragon-eating monster!” The dragon declared, a sense of urgency in her voice, “it has big yellow eyes! And sounds like an angry pig!” She explained, her lips quivering at her own description. She grasped a small section of one of the stranger’s clothing, hoping it would comfort her like a security blanket, even if only for a moment.

“Papa told me that a dragon-eating monster was in the forest, so I shouldn’t play in here anymore. But I didn’t listen! But now I know it’s real and it’s really scary! I think it wants to eat me, but I don’t want to be eaten! I don’t taste good, honest!” She sputtered in a panic.

At first, it didn’t quite sink in what the child was implying. Where he’s from, dragons had had fertility problems for centuries; he could think of only one who’s younger than him, and this child definitely wasn’t that dragon.

And then it hit him, and in his shock, Forseti skidded to a brief halt. “You’re a dragon?” he asked, eyes wide. He remained frozen for a moment, staring at - at this child, this very young dragon, with at least one still alive (and presumably sentient) parent -  before he remembered himself, and where he was.

“...Look, I know you’re inclined to believe your papa over random strangers, but... nothing eats dragons,” he explained, gently, as he started walking again. “We’re too big, too powerful - it’s so hard to kill us, even when we’re little, that nothing really wants to.”

Forseti smiled at the young dragon, sympathetically. “I suspect that your papa made up that story to scare you. While it’s true that the woods can be dangerous - it’s an easy place to get lost in, and there are a lot of wild animals - dragon eating monsters aren’t one of them. What you disturbed is, very probably, some large wild pig, who wasn’t too happy about a little trespasser in its home. Terrifying and dangerous for a human child, of course, but less so for a dragon.”

Just in case the child was unconvinced, he continued. “And, even if it isn’t a wild pig... I think I should have enough magic to stop it. Besides, you are a dragon, right? Do you have your dragonstone? If need be, can you fly?”

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The End of an Era [Julia & Levin]

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bloodofheim:

She hadn’t noticed Levin until he started walking behind her, but the words he spoke helped cement her thoughts. 

“It was my destiny to kill him. It was written into fate from the moment my brand and his appeared.” Sighing a bit, she waited a couple of seconds and walked with Levin rather than having him behind her. “Do you…do you remember anything from before this all started?” 

Julia was debating speaking more, but her throat was sore from not using her voice for a couple days now. Coughing into her hand, she pushed a bit of hair out of her face before looking at Levin. 

“When you took me in, I was scared. Scared, and alone, and- and worried about what would happen to me. But you…you let a little girl with no memory into your house and let her stay. I can’t say enough how grateful I am, but now…” Julia didn’t finish speaking as she went into another coughing fit, almost doubled over.

When she doubles over coughing, he doesn’t hesitate; his hand jumps to her back almost reflexively, rubbing slow, small circles in an effort to calm her coughing. “Easy, easy now,” he murmurs, unable to keep the concern from his voice. “I’d imagine you haven’t spoken in a while. Don’t strain yourself just to talk to me. Do you need some water?”

Perhaps it’s half-concern, half an effort to delay answering her - but he can’t delay forever. He sighs, heavily.

“Of course I remember. How far back do you mean? Before the war, before I took you in?” He shakes his head, still gently rubbing her back. “Of course I helped you. I couldn’t just leave a young, amnesiac child stay alone in the cold.”

He remembers it, still. Even if he couldn’t see the brand himself, he could still feel it; Naga’s blood was pretty easy for another Divine Dragon to sense. And even though he truly cared for Julia beyond that, he still can’t quite meet her eye when he says, “it was the right thing to do.”

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mxgemercenary:

“Well, someone’s quite forward, aren’t we?”

She watched the man with a careful eye as he reacted to the state of things around him. How exactly had he not noticed the mess of the room when he’d entered? Assuming he was truthful, and it wasn’t his, only a willingly blind eye wouldn’t notice. Or perhaps a very intoxicated one.

She didn’t truly know enough of what had happened to know if she should be worried, but the feeling was beginning.

“Should I ask why you’ve been day drinking, then?”

Aw, hell. The stranger looked vaguely concerned now, and Levin almost wondered if he should've told the truth - but that would just be more worrying, wouldn't it? Gaps in memory were never good signs. Thankfully, though, he'd been an alcoholic before, and could remember what it was like.

"Oh, you know. The usual reasons. Boredom. Depression. Bein' of a profession known for music, drinkin', an' debauchery. Bein' one of the unlucky ones whose friends still aren't here yet. Shall I go on?"

He sighed, quietly, and rose almost bonelessly to his feet, before turning towards the lady and beaming wildly. "Buuut, that's enough about me! I fear we're gettin' off to a bad start here, so let's pull back just a bit. The name's Levin, an' I'm just your average wanderin' bard. Who might you be?"

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Dragon-eating Monster | Open

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cheerydragon:

“Ahh…ouch! That hurt!” Kanna exclaimed, cringing from the immediate pain. Her expression began to soften as the aching from the collision began to fade and she recovered from the shock of smacking into someone. The small dragon’s eyes finally focused on the man that had knelt at her level, taking in his features though she could only maintain her attention briefly. She recognized that he was an unfamiliar face, but he couldn’t have held malicious intent if he was worried for her, could he? It was then she remembered the reason she had been sprinting at full speed in the first place–the monster. With a look of urgency, she opened her mouth to speak with a fearful expression,

“We gotta get out of here!!” She cried, dismissing his question as a result of the fright that overwhelmed her, “if I stop it’s gonna catch up to me!” Scrambling to her feet, Kanna took a hold of the stranger’s arm, attempting to lug him into a standing position. However, her efforts were fruitless, as her size and weight certainly couldn’t move that of an adult. Her bare feet began to fidget along the ground, red from pounding them against the earth with such intensity on such a jagged blanket of ground just moments before.

“If it gets to us, it’s gonna eat me!” She almost wailed, close to tears as any terrified child would be. As she tugged on the other man’s arm, the screech echoed throughout the woods once more, causing her to nearly leap from her skin. She practically dove behind him, clinging to his clothing as she peeked her head out.

“Aieeee! We have to run!”

The child is absolutely not calm, and he honestly doesn’t know what to do as she tries to sprint off again, this time taking him with her. “Woah, woah,” he soothes, gently moving his hands in what he’s learned to be a calm down gesture. “I promise you, I won’t let anyone - or anything - come to harm you. And I’ll run with you, if need be. But first, I would like to know: What is it, exactly, that you’re running fr-”

He doesn’t even get to finish his question when something in the woods screeches. Were he not combined to this miserable form, if he’d been smart enough to bring his dragonstone with him - well, this wouldn’t be an issue! Dragons were, after all, the largest and most powerful of creatures around, and he was a pretty powerful dragon! But, the fact is, in this form, he’s not quite so useful.

“Oh,” he says, as if that answers everything. “...You know what! Why don’t you tell me what that is on the way! I hope you know how to hang on tightly; it’ll just be faster if I carry you!”

And so he plucks the kid up without a second thought, turns on his heels, and bolts with the wind.

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The End of an Era [Julia & Levin]

//starter for @lordalmightywindsock

Julia had been rather… pitiful as of late. The effects of the final battle against Loptous had taken quite a toll on her, and she had asked to be left alone. Unfortunately, those in the army actually listened to her request and she had been left alone. Sighing, she rose from where she had been sitting and made her way to the throne room- where the fight had come to an end. 

She stared wistfully at the throne, now knowing her father, first Duke Arvis or Velthomer, then Emperor, had sat there for ten years after her mother died and she had disappeared. Walking slowly so she didn’t fall, she made her way to the throne, not noticing Levin- no, Forseti- watch her. 

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Julia had not been well lately. That much was clear. Expecting otherwise would have been foolish, even for him - the emotional toll of killing ones own family, even if they’d been absolutely horrible to you, was one of the things he was-yet-wasn’t familiar with, an old memory from a bygone time. When she’d asked to be alone, everyone had listened, certain that she’d meant it, that this was what’s best for her - but he had doubted.

And that’s how he’d come to stand in the throne room, watching from the shadows behind a pillar as Julia made her way to the throne. What a heavy burden it was he’d thrust upon her shoulders.

Deep down, he knew he shouldn’t be forming bonds with these humans. Julia didn’t know, couldn’t know, that her own patron would probably very gladly shred him if they ever found out he’d left to help humans in Jugdral. It was better to leave things mostly untouched, to pretend as though he’d never been; to connect only so loosely that when it came time to leave, no one would miss him more than in passing thoughts.

Obviously, he failed to do that. Both for others, and, well...

The face of neutral-with-slight-displeasure he’s learned to wear over the years gains a few creases as his frown deepens, and he silently melts from the shadows to join Julia, rather than just leaving.

“It’s hard, isn’t it,” he murmurs as he falls into step just behind her. “I’m sorry. This should never have been a burden you had to bear.”

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unkempt | sonya & levin

The last thing Sonya had expected upon entering the training room of Askr was to see one of her new allies squatting down, weapon and belongings scattered on the floor around them.

“So…” she began, eyeing over the man on the floor. “What exactly are you doing?”

She crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes slightly as she leaned in the doorframe.

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To his credit, Levin didn’t jump (much) when the lady came in and startled him. In some ways, it was even kind of nice! Something sudden, and grounding.

He craned his head back as far as it would go, until he could just kind of see the woman’s clearly disapproving stare.

“What’s it look like? You never seen someone wasted before?”

In truth, he hadn’t drunk anything today at all (yet), but drunkeness was probably easier to explain then beats me if I know anythin’ I’ve done today.

Slowly, he turned to look at the other objects in the room, and scratched his head. “Actually, I don’t think any of this is mine, either. Huh. Someone must’ve left their stuff behind today, an’ it wasn’t me!”

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Dragon-eating Monster | Open

“Aughhh!! Get away from me!!” Kanna cried, her shrill scream echoing throughout the vacant woods. She sprinted haphazardly in the opposite direction of the horror she had witnessed, nearly tripping as she slammed her bare feet into the earth in her desperate retreat. Adrenaline coursed through her veins, encouraging her to continue moving away from the danger as fast as she could possibly achieve. Though she had been warned of it time and time again, she didn’t truly believe it to exist. When a stone cliff side blocked her path, she scrambled to round the corner, gripping a nearby tree to assist in propelling in her in the adjacent direction. She began panting, even her breaths full of terror, as she dared to steal a glance back. She snapped her head forward once again when she nearly tripped over a tree root, tears beginning to brim in the corners of her eyes.

She had thought for sure that her Papa had spoke of a monster to merely discourage her from playing in the woods, but perhaps he had been truly warning her of a legitimate peril all along. Oh no! Oh no oh no oh no! I’ve never seen eyes so big! And so yellow! And the sound it made–so scary! It sounded like an angry pig! Was it a dragon-eating pig monster? She didn’t want to lag behind to learn for herself.

Dashing at full force, she let out a cry as she ran into something hard. She bounced off of the figure, landing on her bottom in the dirt. “Oww!!” She cried out, glancing upward to realize she hadn’t smacked into something, but someone.

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With his aid no longer needed in Jugdral, the plan had been to leave this body to a peaceful rest at last. Unfortunately, as he’d found out in his time as tactician, even the best laid plans could go awry, and when the final battle was won, well.

Maybe paranoia had gotten to him, just a little. Maybe he’d decided it would be a good idea to wander for a bit, throw Naga off his tracks if need be and give the Divine Dragon King’s head some time to cool.

The winds had eventually led him here, to a land neither he nor his host nor Naga (probably) had heard about. It seemed like a good place to settle and relax, somewhat, even if it was for just a little bit; he couldn’t help but heave a sigh of relief.

And then something (someone?) barreled straight into him.

He’s off balance for only a second, but he’s certainly stunned, and he’s certainly not prepared to see a child when he looks down to see what happened, what exactly had bumped into him. It’s a child, and it’s a child who looks very distressed, at that.

Recent events have proven that he’s a poor parent, but he nevertheless hates to see a child look so upset. He bends down almost immediately to her height, and allows himself a concerned frown. “Oh, dear - are you all right, little one?” he asks; though his gaze is fixed on the child, all his other senses are on high alert for signs of whatever it is that might have spooked her.

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😴

😴 - have you ever given up on a blog and regretted it?

I kind of regret giving up on both Rody and Azel, but I’m also not sure I regret it enough to pick them up again. I’m naturally not the most outgoing person, so initiating threads and interactions with others is always, a bit of a struggle? and it’s even more pronounced when the characters themselves aren’t very outgoing, either. I can plop Levin and Marth into interactions and it’s easily believable for me, but it’s hard for shier characters for? some reason?

I still regret Azel, though, if only because it... didn’t even last that long. I’m sorry my sweet summer child

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Something in the Wind | open

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theprincesdespair:

Lyon scowled at the beast’s cry. It was low and it rumbled through the entire town. While his tome wasn’t Naglfar or Gleipnir, it was still one of the more powerful dark tomes available. He still cursed the fact that neither he nor this other mage wielded any light magic. It would certainly help them take the monster down a lot more easily. 

He did his best to keep his battle partner out of harm’s way, though; it was his fault that these things were roaming Magvel again, after all.

An idea suddenly popped into his head. He grabbed the mage by the back of his shirt and dragged him away from the cyclops to put some distance between them. Preparing a devastating spell would take a little time, but thankfully, these things moved slowly. “Stay back,” he ordered.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and focused all of his energy on his tome, the book lifting from his hands and floating in front of him. He muttered the ancient runes quickly as dark energy poured from the book into his palms, and once the spell was fully ready, Lyon blasted every ounce of the magic at the beast, completely obliterating it.

He was left panting and trying to gather himself, but unfortunately a brigade of Wights poured out of the woods behind the now-nonexistent cyclops. “Saints above,” he hissed as he prepared another spell. “I don’t think I have a second one of those in me,” he said to the other mage. “You got anything fancy up your sleeves?”

The creature moved so slowly that Levin couldn’t understand why his partner seemed so… almost protective, of him. He was quick enough to dodge, no need for extra protection-

And then suddenly, for a brief moment, he’s off his feet, dragged back by the other mage to a safe distance. Once there, his mouth opened and closed in shock, but he didn’t argue, and he didn’t move as the man prepared his spell. If the hair on the back of his neck was just tingling before, it’s completely on end now; the energy from the tome was undeniably dark, and it’s really – deeply – unsettling.

The blast of dark magic completely obliterated the beast, and his partner was left panting and Levin was left gaping in shock. “That’s – that’s dark-“ he managed to squeak out, but now wasn’t the time to get all worked up about dark magic, not when there were skeletons pouring out of the woods towards them. He could question that later, when they weren’t, you know, possibly about to die.

Besides, the Loptous cult probably didn’t call upon Saints, did they?

With a deep breath, he pulled himself together as much as possible, and stepped forward, flashing the other mage a broad grin that showed more confidence than he felt. “’Course I got somethin’ fancy up my sleeve. I’m a bard.”

In truth, he just had speed, an Elwind tome, and holy blood; not that the latter would help too much here. If he hadn’t run away from home, if he had the Divine Wind Tome, Forseti… Well, then, he probably wouldn’t be here either, and he wouldn’t have to fight these things.

He hastily began chanting spell after spell, moving with the wind – but what good that would do, with so many enemies, and a tome that could only be used so many times… His voice shifted, from a spellchant to a prayer, to Forseti, Lord of Winds, if mine enemy is truly deserving of judgment, then rain down your justice with the wind…

Perhaps it's just his imagination that the wind is swirling around him now, that Elwind’s blast seems more forceful than usual. At least the skeletons seem knocked off their feet, for now anyway. He hopes they don’t get up.

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😙😤😇

First one answered here

😤 - what is your roleplay related pet peeve?

I mean, I’m sure I have something, but... I guess it’s writing a lot and getting like, one sentence back that gives me hardly anything to work with? rps can certainly taper out towards the end, and one liners can be used effectively - but if you’re consistently giving me almost nothing to work with, and when something maybe needs more than one line of response...

😇 - do you consider yourself a good roleplayer?

I’d like to think so? I certainly have fun doing it, and I can hope people enjoy my interpretations of the characters,

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😗😨

Dunno if the first one’s meant to be first character or “ask your own question”, but, the second one:

😨 - how many roleplay blogs have you had active at once?

Uhhhh... 3-4? hard to remember, now. 2 of these are usually ferp blogs, though not always.

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😙 😑 ?~

😙 - what was the first character you ever roleplayed as?

God. Long long ago I used to rp as cats on the Warrior Cats forums. The Official Ones, that I hear have long since been removed. Later, on YouTube, I think I rped as some Soul Eater Characters, though I can’t remember the specifics too well. The first sort of serious rp gig I did was AskNekostonia on deviant art, one of those askblog type deals for a cat version of Estonia from Hetalia. The first tumblr rp blog I ever had was Amaterasu from Okami; this blog is actually the same account/email and all, but it’s obviously been completely overhauled.

😑- what is one character you refuse to roleplay as and why?

In general I refuse to play as villains because I just… can’t work up a fondness for them.

if I have to name a specific one at the moment, Hardin. Wouldn’t touch that.