#bebohprp

[huntercarney]

other than Elle and I, are there another other Australian rpers here?

[jessamineelia]

to my knowledge i only owe caleb and elyla and the rest owes me?

correct? pls correct me if i'm wrong

[jessamineelia]

storylines are welcome! :D

[jessamineelia]

I'm off to work but if someone wants to rp message me

[sapphirecarrow]

storyline idea

so, having been watching the tudors (again) i have come to the conclusion i want some description of bloody mary storyline, y'know, how she brutally murdered loads of protestants? yeah.

aka, saph & person go somewhere, probably abroad, and saph goes all pureblood bat shit crazy and just orders her death eater group to round up loads of muggle borns and she has them killed.

horrific and dark storyline.

the person involved would have to be a deatheater though, obvssss.

(now i know why sarah bolger is perfect for saph, yep)

taken by dicklikejesxs

[sapphirecarrow]

ok guys

today i have replied to:

-jay

- falco

-araya

-samuel

have i missed anyones replies? gotten a little lost ahaa :3

[sapphirecarrow]

lily's theme

listened to it for the first time in ages and it's giving me the chills.

i love this piece of music so much.

[briannarobins]

jay & bri.

teamstonem - As the old saying goes 'A person has many skeletons in their wardrobe', well Brianna Robins was no exception. The petite brunette had been adopted into the nobel household at the tender age of six years old, given up by her birth mother Lucinda who for reasons unknown to Bri, the young girl knew next to nothing about her biological family - a extra strong memory potion had seen to that for Peter Robins and his wife had wanted their youngest daughter to be unaware of her former life, they thought that she'd be safer that way. However what the wealthy couple hadn't counted on was for the brunette's past to come knocking for her instead. Brianna grabbed her brown leather messenger bag from under the worn oak desk and hurriedly slung it over her boney shoulders that were hidden from view by her charcoal grey school cardigan. She trotted up gracefully to the front of the Charms classroom, collected her assigned homework form a tired looking Professor Flitwick (it was a Friday afternoon to be fair to the Dwarf) and made her way down the corridor and into the Great Hall for that evenings Dinner with such grace and poise she could have easily been mistaken for a gazelle .