Post by Souko on Oct 24, 2015 9:39:54 GMT -8
Hey there Urban Ripple, Souko here with an introduction. Finally, right? You can call me Sou or Souko if you want. My name actually comes from a character I created two years ago in a roleplay/story I've been doing with my boyfriend. It will be three years coming in December with no signs of slowing down.
Let me see...I've been roleplaying many years now, since MSN groups and a few other boards. I'm actually excited to be a member of a brand new site and I will do what I can to promote Urban Ripple so more members come. I saw your group on Topsites which drew me in. Also, I'll vote every day. Now, yeah, when I started out roleplaying I sucked but over the years I refined my writing, became better-I believe. I can play both genders equally ranging from the good guy with flaws to the psychotic girl obsessed with the color pink. It just depends on the roleplay. I have no limits except bestiality and things along the lines of scat, vore, watersports...can't go there. I'll put up a search thread soon.
There are times when I won't be online due to work, real life, etc. I apologize in advance.
More about me I suppose? Well I hope to get a book I've been working on since 2011 published. Just one. I don't care how long it takes, I would like to see my work archived, some accomplishment. I don't have one set genre. I can do anything from romance, horror to fantasy, whatever comes to mind.
I enjoy movies. Caught Crimson Peak, absolutely loved it, might want to do a roleplay along the lines of it. Missed The Last Witch Hunter, heard it was terrible so l will wait to get it in Red Box. Movies and music, the latter helps me write. To get into a scene.
I'm random at times.
I love sweets especially cookies, my downfall.
Currently reading Of Silk and Steam because I needed a book. Found out it is the LAST book in an otherwise 5 book series so I have not a clue about the references >.<
On a side note, love video games.
Last but not least I'll give some writing examples I have as not to bore you anymore with this introduction. Hopefully these won't bore you either. Uhm...one is from a roleplay I did with a friend. Her character came unannounced to my character's, a vampire, home. I guess this is mature for language and insinuating innuendo. The other is a woman wanting to leave to find her brother.
Let me see...I've been roleplaying many years now, since MSN groups and a few other boards. I'm actually excited to be a member of a brand new site and I will do what I can to promote Urban Ripple so more members come. I saw your group on Topsites which drew me in. Also, I'll vote every day. Now, yeah, when I started out roleplaying I sucked but over the years I refined my writing, became better-I believe. I can play both genders equally ranging from the good guy with flaws to the psychotic girl obsessed with the color pink. It just depends on the roleplay. I have no limits except bestiality and things along the lines of scat, vore, watersports...can't go there. I'll put up a search thread soon.
There are times when I won't be online due to work, real life, etc. I apologize in advance.
More about me I suppose? Well I hope to get a book I've been working on since 2011 published. Just one. I don't care how long it takes, I would like to see my work archived, some accomplishment. I don't have one set genre. I can do anything from romance, horror to fantasy, whatever comes to mind.
I enjoy movies. Caught Crimson Peak, absolutely loved it, might want to do a roleplay along the lines of it. Missed The Last Witch Hunter, heard it was terrible so l will wait to get it in Red Box. Movies and music, the latter helps me write. To get into a scene.
I'm random at times.
I love sweets especially cookies, my downfall.
Currently reading Of Silk and Steam because I needed a book. Found out it is the LAST book in an otherwise 5 book series so I have not a clue about the references >.<
On a side note, love video games.
Last but not least I'll give some writing examples I have as not to bore you anymore with this introduction. Hopefully these won't bore you either. Uhm...one is from a roleplay I did with a friend. Her character came unannounced to my character's, a vampire, home. I guess this is mature for language and insinuating innuendo. The other is a woman wanting to leave to find her brother.
There were many things Massion disliked. Werewolves, those not submitting to him, and uninvited creatures coming to his dwelling. Oh, how he hated such, it burned him deeply. The hours in which that other departed were easily forgotten, he sat by the fire, watching the embers decimate the wood and in a way found it comforting. At the moment, he planned not to do anything, that is, not until the time was right, however, everything went right out the window. He didn't bother looking up as the door opened, cold traveled through, enough to blow the embers slightly. His emerald eyes gradually drew blood red, slender hands propped underneath his chin with one leg crossed over the other.
This bitch made a costly mistake coming in where she did not belong, Crimson Blood Coven or not, title made not a single matter to him. He hated Tara. Hated the entire lot. It had been the time in which he was turned, a year into being a youngling-recently turned vampires unable to control themselves, when he met her, became somewhat influenced by her ways and in that weak moment, slept with her. A royal mistake, one which he should not forget each time they came into the other's presence. This would not be any differently.
For the most part, Massion ignored her, hoped she'd leave as quickly as she came until she mentioned Dark Father...
He let his leg down, standing up, facing her completely. "Do you know," He said quietly, foreboding. "Your scent is not hard to follow, Tara," Massion's head tilted to the side. "Refer to that one not as my sire, the only and true one responsible for this body you see died when I was human. What are you doing here? Seeking out information to tell him like a rat?" His arms placed behind his back the more he walked towards her.
"The gift is not one I shall cherish anytime soon. Changes? Why do you ask that, is there something you know? Something I have not been told when this 'present' dropped on my doorstep?" He continued to move closer to her.
"And do you think I should care whether his coven has merged with yours? That has nothing to do with me, with what I have here." The vampire circled around her, his hand coming up to sink through her hair. "You're not suited to lead Tara, you never have been. Your place is at 'his' side, in his bed and if you were human one time or another, on your knees to some man's cock. Now, we can play games, yes we can." He was behind her now, smelling her hair.
"Or you can tell me the real reason you're here which I highly doubt it is to check on whether I've destroyed what was sent to me." She was fishing for information, to report back. He was not stupid. He fed her a lie.
"Actually, he is downstairs, having a bath if you must know." He walked from behind her to the front so they could look at one another.
"Monster I've unleashed? You mean to tell me your master sent to me a creation like that? Oh, I take offense to that." His arms crossed. "If, let's just say, the monster was released, why would I give a fuck if human blood is spilled or if hunters come back here? More blood for me." Massion took into consideration what she said. He planned on going after Quinn anyway, when it reached dark to see what that one was into but hearing this was rather disturbing, a little. He'd not let her know his plans.
"What am I to do?" He shared a short laugh. Reaching forward, he grabbed her wrist turning her around like in a dance, only, when she stopped spinning, she faced the door.
"First, I'm going to throw you out on your ass." He rushed her to the door in a glide. It opened with them soon outside, Massion wrestled her wrist loose in a rather violent shove before lifting her up to be thrown off his property.
"Second, you can tell your master anything you desire," His eyes flashed red.
"Know this, I do not take too kindly to his idea of a gift, remember that the next time you are fucking him."
"Rose..." Stringy loose black hair moved at the shake of his head, some touching against his hairless broad face, the rest collectively gathering in a downward spiral along his neck. Big fingers engraved through that same hair, rested to his scalp. Thick eyebrows, as black as the male's hair, furrowed. Beak-like eyes, nearly azure, closed momentarily, a sigh soon escaped big lips. "I am sorry," A moderately deep voice greeted the other in the rectangular room, the third floor. "I don't have the resources, the manpower, to launch a search given with this possible war brewing upon the horizon. Truly, you have my apologies." Fingertips resting comfortably to his scalp, he ran them through his hair anxiously, debating, torn. Within the rocky polished wood chair the male is sitting, seated to an equally furnished desk crowded by parchment documents, some signed, others needing to be. Quills lie beside them.
"Lucien!" His answer brought rounded emerald eyes, looking down upon azure ones, to widen in surprise. The maiden, parted from him by the messy desk, held back. Her big pink lips quivered, lower one caught by somewhat exposed teeth. She slammed her hands to his desk. Lucien, remaining calm, looked at her.
"How can you not allow me help to look for him?! This is Graves, my brother, a friend of yours, this town. As much blood and sweat he has put into maintaining Valhalla this is how you repay him, my family?"
"Rose, please, be calm."
"Be calm?!" Fury etched in her usually relaxed face, she pushed her abundantly red hair from her heart-shaped face letting it stagger to her shoulders. "How can you tell me to be calm?! The only family I have left in this world is missing, my heart is wounded."
"All the more reason for you to relax, you'll catch illness should you not," Lucien motioned toward a chair in front of his desk. "Sit down, you've not done so since we've been in discussion."
Rose threw her arms across her bosom, the wide long velvet sleeves of her extended grass green dress rustling in the action. "I will not sit until you give me a better solution! At least one Valhalla guard, one will do, I beg of you."
"It cannot be done. You know my father has taken a garrison to Athulia, you remember the Kingdom of Athulia do you not? We border them. The good King makes certain Valhalla is untouched, fed, and good trade comes to us."
Rose looked to the curtain covered windows, a fresh breeze blew them slightly. Athulia, a vast Kingdom which provided prosperity to the town in exchange the denizens devoted themselves all things pertaining to the Kingdom. At times, her elder brother Graves vehemently spoke about it being the wrong thing to do. Being loyal to royals whom, through rumor, were obsessed with power. Currently, it appeared, Athulia was on the verge of going to war with their enemy to the North, Caenea. Lucien's father, Rupard, Valhalla's Steward, went to Athulia by the King's calling. To kiss his arse, Rose thought many a time when the man went.
"Did you hear me?" Lucien broke her thoughts.
Annoyed, she brought her eyes on him, a less than favorable look touching her face. "I hear you but I do not like what you have spoken. There are plenty guards here to spare one for this non-leisure excursion. Give me one, must I pay you? I can. You know my family is among the founders, our good fortune has kept the town in standing."
"A contribution from the royal family, coin is no issue here, I cannot give you what you want. I need every available guard here in case Caenea decides to strike. Athulia's decision on whether or not they'll go to war affects us too." He was not budging. "While father is away I am acting Steward, the people need me to lead properly, Graves knew the risk involved going on his fool errand."
"Are you calling my brother a fool man?" Rose lifted her chin defiantly.
"What would you call a man roaming the world in search of secrets we are not meant to discover? Erfolg is cursed, who dare, with a sound mind, stalk the very land where stories depict people slaughtered in the name of darkness? Lunacy. Graves very well knew, he went anyway, tis no one's fault other than his own."
"Be silent~!"
"I speak the truth." Lucien looked down. "My mind is made up."
"I'll go on my own then!"
"No you will not. As of today Valhalla is under curfew. No one is permitted to leave."
"What?" Rose screamed. Red tainted her cheeks. "Did we not have caravans coming just today?"
"Valhalla needs supplies from Athulia." He gave her not another look.
"You are a bastard."
"I have much work to do, I trust you can show yourself out lest you want me to do it for you."
Rose's arms dropped to her sides, she took a step closer to the desk, one hand swiped the parchment, it flew to the wood floor soundlessly. Lucien's head tilted to the side, eyes sour, directed on the woman. "You are a coward," She spat. "I wish you would put your hands on me. My brother is a far greater man than you could ever hope to be, living in your father's shadow-" At once the man pushed his chair back rising quicker than a breath. He rounded the desk pushing up to Rose in order to seize her wrist.
"You have a wayward mouth Rose Duscahe, make no mistake about my calm demeanor."
"And make no mistake, I will find my brother, I won't rest until I do. Release me-!" She wrestled her wrist from his grip curling her fist up, both, her right clocked him in the eye. "Confuse me not with some simple wet nurse!"
"Are you mad woman?!" Lucien nursed his eye.
"Never touch me like that again." Backing away, the woman turned quickly holding up her dress. She took off in a sprint swinging open the room door not worried about his anger or the consequences, not in the least. Graves was on her mind, getting to him. She knew, felt in her heart, something was wrong. He'd not go away without contacting her somehow.
Something was wrong.
She heard Lucien shouting over her shoulder as she stormed the hallway. Maids poked their heads from rooms, eyed her wearily, made no attempt to stop her. She would just have to depart for this Erfolg, it was the only way.
"Rose, stop!" Lucien thundered. She didn't. The woman was at the stairs in the household about the same size as her own, skipping two steps at a time careful not trip. "Stop I say!"
She ignored him reaching the first floor where two youthful Valhalla guards in green tunics and trousers stood. As Rose approached the front door, they looked at one another.
Lucien, midway on the stairs, continued his ranting.
"Stop her damn it. Take her to the jail."
Too late, Rose was already out the door breathing in the fresh noon air. The sun beat down upon her exposed flesh. Determination replaced anger.
I'm coming Graves, I swear it.
"Madam." Lucien's guards were about now, their sides lined with shimmering swords, gloved hands outstretched to signify they meant not to harm her.
Her head turned slightly, back to them until turning completely, by this time the temporary Steward occupied his own doorway.
"You are not going anywhere," He spoke firmly. "Maybe some time in the jail will do you good." His guards looked at him, waited for the signal once more. He nodded. People walking the dirt streets stopped between the town buildings, a crowd began to form. Rose clenched her fists. As the first of the two guards came at her she socked him in the same manner as Lucien, an action quite not expected. This made the other hesitant only for the reason he was not keen on bringing violence to a woman but she wasn't backing down.
"You're crazed." The Steward snapped.
"Call it what you wish. I only want to find my brother...." Turning her head as if feeling eyes on her, Rose pleads with the crowd. "Graves Duscahe, you know him, his kindness, what he would do in order to help someone, anyone. He's missing...as I'm sure you've all heard. I plead to anyone, help me find him and I shall reward you up front handsomely including when he's found. All I ask." Movement. Rose looked forward in time to be stricken across her own face by Lucien's back hand. The sensation stung. Before she could react, he had her by the arms whirling her around. Silence filled the air, the baby blue skies restless with a swirl of clouds in them.
"Quiet." Lucien hissed to Rose. "You've worn my patience."
"Sir," The unharmed guard spoke up. "Shall we take her to the jail?"
Seeing eyes on him, the Steward shook his head. "No. Escort her home."
Rose glared.
"Hear me everyone. Valhalla is under curfew. No one is permitted to leave town until my father returns with word on what Athulia plans to do." Silence still. "Caravans will bring us what we need. If you are caught trying to leave you'll not be spared jail, I am serious on this matter, do I make myself clear?"
Some heads nod, a select few.
He turns back to Rose.
"Go home, you can do nothing for your brother." He released her.
The woman gritted her teeth vowing revenge.
This bitch made a costly mistake coming in where she did not belong, Crimson Blood Coven or not, title made not a single matter to him. He hated Tara. Hated the entire lot. It had been the time in which he was turned, a year into being a youngling-recently turned vampires unable to control themselves, when he met her, became somewhat influenced by her ways and in that weak moment, slept with her. A royal mistake, one which he should not forget each time they came into the other's presence. This would not be any differently.
For the most part, Massion ignored her, hoped she'd leave as quickly as she came until she mentioned Dark Father...
He let his leg down, standing up, facing her completely. "Do you know," He said quietly, foreboding. "Your scent is not hard to follow, Tara," Massion's head tilted to the side. "Refer to that one not as my sire, the only and true one responsible for this body you see died when I was human. What are you doing here? Seeking out information to tell him like a rat?" His arms placed behind his back the more he walked towards her.
"The gift is not one I shall cherish anytime soon. Changes? Why do you ask that, is there something you know? Something I have not been told when this 'present' dropped on my doorstep?" He continued to move closer to her.
"And do you think I should care whether his coven has merged with yours? That has nothing to do with me, with what I have here." The vampire circled around her, his hand coming up to sink through her hair. "You're not suited to lead Tara, you never have been. Your place is at 'his' side, in his bed and if you were human one time or another, on your knees to some man's cock. Now, we can play games, yes we can." He was behind her now, smelling her hair.
"Or you can tell me the real reason you're here which I highly doubt it is to check on whether I've destroyed what was sent to me." She was fishing for information, to report back. He was not stupid. He fed her a lie.
"Actually, he is downstairs, having a bath if you must know." He walked from behind her to the front so they could look at one another.
"Monster I've unleashed? You mean to tell me your master sent to me a creation like that? Oh, I take offense to that." His arms crossed. "If, let's just say, the monster was released, why would I give a fuck if human blood is spilled or if hunters come back here? More blood for me." Massion took into consideration what she said. He planned on going after Quinn anyway, when it reached dark to see what that one was into but hearing this was rather disturbing, a little. He'd not let her know his plans.
"What am I to do?" He shared a short laugh. Reaching forward, he grabbed her wrist turning her around like in a dance, only, when she stopped spinning, she faced the door.
"First, I'm going to throw you out on your ass." He rushed her to the door in a glide. It opened with them soon outside, Massion wrestled her wrist loose in a rather violent shove before lifting her up to be thrown off his property.
"Second, you can tell your master anything you desire," His eyes flashed red.
"Know this, I do not take too kindly to his idea of a gift, remember that the next time you are fucking him."
"Rose..." Stringy loose black hair moved at the shake of his head, some touching against his hairless broad face, the rest collectively gathering in a downward spiral along his neck. Big fingers engraved through that same hair, rested to his scalp. Thick eyebrows, as black as the male's hair, furrowed. Beak-like eyes, nearly azure, closed momentarily, a sigh soon escaped big lips. "I am sorry," A moderately deep voice greeted the other in the rectangular room, the third floor. "I don't have the resources, the manpower, to launch a search given with this possible war brewing upon the horizon. Truly, you have my apologies." Fingertips resting comfortably to his scalp, he ran them through his hair anxiously, debating, torn. Within the rocky polished wood chair the male is sitting, seated to an equally furnished desk crowded by parchment documents, some signed, others needing to be. Quills lie beside them.
"Lucien!" His answer brought rounded emerald eyes, looking down upon azure ones, to widen in surprise. The maiden, parted from him by the messy desk, held back. Her big pink lips quivered, lower one caught by somewhat exposed teeth. She slammed her hands to his desk. Lucien, remaining calm, looked at her.
"How can you not allow me help to look for him?! This is Graves, my brother, a friend of yours, this town. As much blood and sweat he has put into maintaining Valhalla this is how you repay him, my family?"
"Rose, please, be calm."
"Be calm?!" Fury etched in her usually relaxed face, she pushed her abundantly red hair from her heart-shaped face letting it stagger to her shoulders. "How can you tell me to be calm?! The only family I have left in this world is missing, my heart is wounded."
"All the more reason for you to relax, you'll catch illness should you not," Lucien motioned toward a chair in front of his desk. "Sit down, you've not done so since we've been in discussion."
Rose threw her arms across her bosom, the wide long velvet sleeves of her extended grass green dress rustling in the action. "I will not sit until you give me a better solution! At least one Valhalla guard, one will do, I beg of you."
"It cannot be done. You know my father has taken a garrison to Athulia, you remember the Kingdom of Athulia do you not? We border them. The good King makes certain Valhalla is untouched, fed, and good trade comes to us."
Rose looked to the curtain covered windows, a fresh breeze blew them slightly. Athulia, a vast Kingdom which provided prosperity to the town in exchange the denizens devoted themselves all things pertaining to the Kingdom. At times, her elder brother Graves vehemently spoke about it being the wrong thing to do. Being loyal to royals whom, through rumor, were obsessed with power. Currently, it appeared, Athulia was on the verge of going to war with their enemy to the North, Caenea. Lucien's father, Rupard, Valhalla's Steward, went to Athulia by the King's calling. To kiss his arse, Rose thought many a time when the man went.
"Did you hear me?" Lucien broke her thoughts.
Annoyed, she brought her eyes on him, a less than favorable look touching her face. "I hear you but I do not like what you have spoken. There are plenty guards here to spare one for this non-leisure excursion. Give me one, must I pay you? I can. You know my family is among the founders, our good fortune has kept the town in standing."
"A contribution from the royal family, coin is no issue here, I cannot give you what you want. I need every available guard here in case Caenea decides to strike. Athulia's decision on whether or not they'll go to war affects us too." He was not budging. "While father is away I am acting Steward, the people need me to lead properly, Graves knew the risk involved going on his fool errand."
"Are you calling my brother a fool man?" Rose lifted her chin defiantly.
"What would you call a man roaming the world in search of secrets we are not meant to discover? Erfolg is cursed, who dare, with a sound mind, stalk the very land where stories depict people slaughtered in the name of darkness? Lunacy. Graves very well knew, he went anyway, tis no one's fault other than his own."
"Be silent~!"
"I speak the truth." Lucien looked down. "My mind is made up."
"I'll go on my own then!"
"No you will not. As of today Valhalla is under curfew. No one is permitted to leave."
"What?" Rose screamed. Red tainted her cheeks. "Did we not have caravans coming just today?"
"Valhalla needs supplies from Athulia." He gave her not another look.
"You are a bastard."
"I have much work to do, I trust you can show yourself out lest you want me to do it for you."
Rose's arms dropped to her sides, she took a step closer to the desk, one hand swiped the parchment, it flew to the wood floor soundlessly. Lucien's head tilted to the side, eyes sour, directed on the woman. "You are a coward," She spat. "I wish you would put your hands on me. My brother is a far greater man than you could ever hope to be, living in your father's shadow-" At once the man pushed his chair back rising quicker than a breath. He rounded the desk pushing up to Rose in order to seize her wrist.
"You have a wayward mouth Rose Duscahe, make no mistake about my calm demeanor."
"And make no mistake, I will find my brother, I won't rest until I do. Release me-!" She wrestled her wrist from his grip curling her fist up, both, her right clocked him in the eye. "Confuse me not with some simple wet nurse!"
"Are you mad woman?!" Lucien nursed his eye.
"Never touch me like that again." Backing away, the woman turned quickly holding up her dress. She took off in a sprint swinging open the room door not worried about his anger or the consequences, not in the least. Graves was on her mind, getting to him. She knew, felt in her heart, something was wrong. He'd not go away without contacting her somehow.
Something was wrong.
She heard Lucien shouting over her shoulder as she stormed the hallway. Maids poked their heads from rooms, eyed her wearily, made no attempt to stop her. She would just have to depart for this Erfolg, it was the only way.
"Rose, stop!" Lucien thundered. She didn't. The woman was at the stairs in the household about the same size as her own, skipping two steps at a time careful not trip. "Stop I say!"
She ignored him reaching the first floor where two youthful Valhalla guards in green tunics and trousers stood. As Rose approached the front door, they looked at one another.
Lucien, midway on the stairs, continued his ranting.
"Stop her damn it. Take her to the jail."
Too late, Rose was already out the door breathing in the fresh noon air. The sun beat down upon her exposed flesh. Determination replaced anger.
I'm coming Graves, I swear it.
"Madam." Lucien's guards were about now, their sides lined with shimmering swords, gloved hands outstretched to signify they meant not to harm her.
Her head turned slightly, back to them until turning completely, by this time the temporary Steward occupied his own doorway.
"You are not going anywhere," He spoke firmly. "Maybe some time in the jail will do you good." His guards looked at him, waited for the signal once more. He nodded. People walking the dirt streets stopped between the town buildings, a crowd began to form. Rose clenched her fists. As the first of the two guards came at her she socked him in the same manner as Lucien, an action quite not expected. This made the other hesitant only for the reason he was not keen on bringing violence to a woman but she wasn't backing down.
"You're crazed." The Steward snapped.
"Call it what you wish. I only want to find my brother...." Turning her head as if feeling eyes on her, Rose pleads with the crowd. "Graves Duscahe, you know him, his kindness, what he would do in order to help someone, anyone. He's missing...as I'm sure you've all heard. I plead to anyone, help me find him and I shall reward you up front handsomely including when he's found. All I ask." Movement. Rose looked forward in time to be stricken across her own face by Lucien's back hand. The sensation stung. Before she could react, he had her by the arms whirling her around. Silence filled the air, the baby blue skies restless with a swirl of clouds in them.
"Quiet." Lucien hissed to Rose. "You've worn my patience."
"Sir," The unharmed guard spoke up. "Shall we take her to the jail?"
Seeing eyes on him, the Steward shook his head. "No. Escort her home."
Rose glared.
"Hear me everyone. Valhalla is under curfew. No one is permitted to leave town until my father returns with word on what Athulia plans to do." Silence still. "Caravans will bring us what we need. If you are caught trying to leave you'll not be spared jail, I am serious on this matter, do I make myself clear?"
Some heads nod, a select few.
He turns back to Rose.
"Go home, you can do nothing for your brother." He released her.
The woman gritted her teeth vowing revenge.
