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I'd appreciate a decent level of literacy - I tend to write multiple paragraphs in each reply, so my hope is to find someone who can meet that, or at least sits at around the same written level as myself. I'll include a sample of my style in the bottom of this thread

I'm new to the RP Repository, so do forgive me if I'm doing (or do) anything erroneously.

I don't have any specific preference for genre, though I'd rather not do anything high-school themed or related, based on my own age and interests. I enjoy dark-themed genres - especially 1920's gangster and Western (think cowboys, yes); but I'm also just as interested in historical or modern role-play in a variety of genres. I love anything Fantasy related; especially Angel/Human or Demon/Human interactions, but if it fits the realm of Fantasy in any way, shape or form, then I'm usually happy to give it a go.

I am fine with graphic descriptions, and I have virtually no filter - though in regard to relationship interactions, these will be decided on a case by case basis. I'm not looking to specifically role-play physical interactions, like some kind of blue-movie. I am more than happy with R18 topics and descriptions, but it is not my sole focus for my role-play. I want story-line and substance.

I don't have any specific characters; I usually create as I go, for the appropriate setting. I do have two male characters who I use in regard to Western or 1920's based interactions; but I very much enjoy working on the fly and developing my characters throughout the duration of our role-play. I like to think on my feet.

I am comfortable playing either gender; though I tend to have a propensity toward male. I am equally as comfortable playing female, however - and I often play more than one character during a plot, a variety of both genders. They appear as needed; some may be more prominent than others based on the need at the time, and what the story-line requires.

If you think you'd enjoy role-playing with me, please do drop a sample below - or feel free to inbox me I'm active every day, and will likely be able to respond at least once, if not multiple times, per day.

Sample of my Own

Frank was still kneeling beside the corpse - because that is all it was, now - laying dormant atop the chaise in his foyer. Closing his eyes, his lips moved momentarily; though anything spoken was entirely inaudible. Making the sign of the cross, he gently touched Gino's already closed eyelids, before rising to his feet - turning back toward his open front door just as the golden beam of headlights pierced through the darkness. They blinded him temporarily as the car made a half turn in the gravel of his driveway, before they cut out entirely, and the soft chug-chug of the engine was shut down. Silence, except for the sound of Frank's own breathing. Without a backward glance, he stepped to his open doorway to greet his latest visitor. He already knew who it was, had known the distinctive sound of the Buick before he had seen it. There was a muted creak, then a slam, as the door was thrown shut.. Then the gentle crunching of something lightweight crossing his gravel yard. Eventually, the visitor came into view - the interior lights casting a lumosity across the feminine figure making her way daintily up the front path.

A fiery mane of hair was bundled atop her head; looking even more like a living furnace by the golden light radiating onto her from within the large manor. A few tendrils had escaped the bun at the crown of her head, and tickled against parchment white skin - that almost looked unhealthy in the regular light of day, but here, swathed in the artificial light, almost looked tan. Plump, full lips were armed in a vibrant red - so popular for the time - and her eyes; a piercing, dazzling green, were supported by heavy, dark eyeliner. A beauty spot marked her upper lip, just to the side of the perpetual smirk she always seemed to wear upon her face.

" Dana. " Frank greeted the classy, well-dressed woman, taking her by the elbows and offering a kiss to each cheek - before holding her away from him, to admire her outfit; a long black trenchcoat, cinched tightly around her tiny waist, " You look fabulous, as always. "

The woman, Dana, absoloutely preened at his words, tossing a stray strand of hair away from her throat with the deft flick of one hand, " Oh, Frankie. Stop playin'. " Ironically, the voice did not at all match the classy, well-put together image this woman maintained. It was brusque, and heavily accented with Irish. It was also full of hardness - obviously, she had seen her share of problems, and they had bore her down. Despite all her airs and graces, she was still, mentally, within a lower class of breeding than what she tried to bestow. Turning serious, now, Dana peered past Frank - looking quizzically at the body lying prone on the chaise.

" How's Gino, Frankie-darling? " Despite the confidence she imbued, her voice was now soft, hesitant, as she drew her green gaze back to Frank's dark - almost black - stare. What she saw within his gaze was obviously answer enough, because she quickly drew a black gloved hand to her lips, a soft breath of air shooting from behind her lips. Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes - for a bare few seconds - before she swallowed the sharp lump in her throat, and shook it off,

" Let's go inside, Frankie. I'm not gonner stand here in the cold, thinkin' cold thoughts. " And she grasped his elbow, quickly steering him inside. She lead him past the body on the chaise, through the doorway on the right - leading them both into the large lounge room. It was ornately decorated; valuable art of all descriptions hung from the walls - a grand leather sofa, twice as large as it needed to be, sat ominously in the center of the room, directly opposite a great heart, which was crackling quietly, placidly, having not being tended to through the night.

The room was a hodge-podge of styles and ethnicities, but it didn't seem to matter. The room had its' own character, and in some weird way.. It just worked. Dana, for one, loved it. She loved the randomness, the lack of order, the lack of cohesion. The room was kind of like her.

Frank had wordlessly lowered his tall frame into the large black sofa, almost disappearing into its' depths, it was so ridiculous in size. Staring into the flames, his mind was a-buzz. This whole episode.. This night.. It threw a spanner in the works. It changed everything. So much for sneaking their bootlegging syndicate onto the Chicago turf. Not that he thought they'd go entirely unnoticed. He knew there was already suspicion, he knew that inquiries had been made about him and his boys. He wouldn't be a good boss if he didn't. But still - they would have got away with a lot more, for a lot longer, if this hadn't happened. And to top it all off? Now he would have to seek retribution, whether he wanted to or not.

Generally speaking, he was usually against violent retaliation. He would much rather find an alternative option - and sometimes he could - but in most instances, something had to be done to mete out punishment. If it wasn't, he wouldn't have the respect of his boys. And that was more important than anything. As such; Frank had become known as one of the most ruthless bosses their chapter had ever seen. Few chose to cross him knowingly. Those that did.. Well, let's just say.. they wish they had never met him. Rumor had it, also, that every punishment.. Each and every one, that took place within his own faction, Frank would attend - if not actually enact. This only lent to give him more respect from not only his boys, but also from those they dealt with - and didn't - as they heard stories passed around on the street.

Dana pushed a glass of whiskey, neat, into his hand - before taking up position at his side on the sofa, like an obedient puppy. Looking at him beneath lowered lashes, she waited for him to take a swill from his glass before choosing to speak. " What're you gonner do about Gino, Frankie? " She was probably one of the few who knew how much Frank would be hating this next part. How much it ate him up inside, to do the things he did. But she also knew he would do it. Each and every time. For family. She knew because technically.. She was family. She could still remember when Maurice took her hand as a small girl, smiled at her and told her; 'Hush-hush, for your pa is safe now.' in that beautiful Italian accent she always so adored from that moment forth. Maurice had been her everything.. And when he passed.. Dana cleared her throat, giving herself a chance to come back to the problem at hand.

Frank sighed, a deep, sorrowful sound. " What I always do, I suppose. But this time.. It has to be more. It was Gino, Dana. Gino. " He looked up at her, his dark eyes imploring - making his face look far more youthful than its' twenty-eight years, " The guy that done this to our Gino.. He's going to have to go down, in a big way. For once, I kind of want him to. " He sighed, rubbing a rough patch on his jaw with one finger.

Dana suddenly sat up straight, reaching out to grip Frank on the knee as he took another sip from his glass.
" Frankie? " She dropped her voice, low, " Did you not get a chance to talk to Gino? " She bit her lip anxiously, as he shook his head at her, a puzzled expression crossing his features. Sighing, Dana sat back in the sofa, shifting her gaze to the flickering flames that were starting to reduce down into embers. Another hour or more, and the fire would be out.
" Frank. It was the lass. That little bitch was the one what put the bullet in our Gino. "

Frank turned a sharp glare on Dana, trying to assess the situation. She was known to cause trouble, sometimes, was Dana. But not over something as serious death, surely? Dana patted his knee, where her hand was still conveniently resting.
" It's the truth, Frankie. He told me himself. He says to me, ' It were the girl from Chicago. ' - he held my hand and he told me.. " Dana coughed, trying to clear the tremor from her voice. Trying to remember how Gino said it, exactly. Was it.. 'It were the girl. From Chicago.' .. or was he just generalizing, that it was the girl he was seeing, from Chicago? Dana furrowed her brow, figuring it didn't really matter. It was all one in the same thing, to her. Gino was dead, and the girl did it. Her hand dropped to her lap as Frank rose to his feet, and began pacing up and down in front of the fireplace, like a caged animal. And then he stopped as abruptly as he had started, and he turned to her.. His features smooth, serene. And she knew he had made a plan.

" When those boys get back, send them out again, Dana. Tell them to bring me that girl, and not to touch a single hair on her head. "