there is a mistress.. She applied for it over messaging on here

edit - claim!

I am your mistress! Fear me, unless you have something better to do >D


Hmmmmmmm. Genesis is gonna make my dear London miserable. She'll probably wanna go to the nightclubs everywhere~~ =O

^-^ Yay for my Mistress.

Maybe we should put a list up of who's who?

I hath been yay'ed? Yay for meh Queen! =D


Hm, agreed. I know the Queen and who I am, everyone else is a face in a crowd of gnomes.

Xei (or Shay which ever) for South Queen <33

Do you want pictures as well?

I got it now

i'll put like "list is on page 10"

My boy London and Genesis are in a indifferent-sadist love relationship! Fun indeed.

Oooh, a Kingly man.

A Kingly man xDD Lawls.

Xer and Aiden have a very... abusive relationship *pets Xer*

Yay! Someone who is being raped other than me!

Yea, Gen is the Mistress. London is a man-boy =O

Genesis gets off by abusing London 'lovingly'. As she will soon call it >.>;

you know, you really can't rape the willing there hun.. she is going to be VERY willing for the queen

omg the queen is fucking hot!

XD I'll change that for ya razzle

Character Name: Isidore Julian Lev

Age: 28. Or looks that way, anyway.

Nightmare's Name: He's the nightmare, but his human's name is Emery. Probably going to make him adoptable.

What is your Nightmare?: Emery is deathly afraid of water. ** I may change this later, if I think of something better. Either way, I will definitely flesh it out.

What position are you looking for?: King of the West

What makes you worthy of this position?: I am ridiculously active, absolutely love to make plots and obsessively develop all my characters, and I'm a good writer. And. um. I'm nice. XD

Are you active?: 4+ times a day. Basically. Not so much during the school year, but even then it would probably be about once or twice a day.

What other sites have you roleplayed on?: Err... the complete list is way too long. XD But I've been roleplaying for about five years. Thereabouts. Most recent was Color Me Beautiful and Gensou No Remei.

What level would you call yourself?: Advanced. At least a page. Not over three at the most.

Roleplay Example (Edward Caldwell, Spades, talking to Arvid Crowley, Clubs, off of CMB):

Yes, He replied a little later, I suppose thats true. You would be shirking all of your obligations to run across hell and back after some worthless government flunkie, lusting for some kind of pointless personal revenge. There are simpler ways to do it. He smiled, seeming completely at ease with the ferocity of Arvids previous remark. There were, in fact, very few things in the world that someone could say which would prompt Edward to raise his hackles. One was, If I wanted to shoot you, Eddy, you would be dead, and another was, Theres instant coffee in the break room, but beyond that, the scope was narrow.

Additionally, hed been watching Arvid closely since their conversation had begunpartly to see that she wasnt going to shoot him, or do something cleverer, partly because it was his wont to be observant in the way of stalkers, and, lastly, because he felt that he had detected a hint that something was out of order. Like the scent of blood on the wind. Obviously, he was eager to identify it better. In such circumstances, he felt he could hazard a guess that some of this bravado Arvid had heaved up was exactly that: bravado. They were similar in that their versions of hemming and hawing involved a lot of statements like Fuck you, Oh, you think you have the balls? and I would not have a problem breaking your face. Back either of them into a corner, and they would not surrender; they would lash out, and the quantifier was that they knew what they were doing. It was a different way of dealing with things than most people were accustomed to, and so most people backed off at the first sign of a change in the winds. If asked, Edward and Arvid together could have probably written a 1000-page dissertation on the ins and outs of intimidating people into changing the subject. Bravado? Yeah. They would know all about it.

Gee Edward, I take back what I said, you really are as stupid as you look.

He laughed, and seemed almost genuinely amused, and beneath that, somewhat intrigued. But that was nothing new. Now, He said, in a voice that was sure not to carry, if you really believed that you would be an idiot. I had always thought you were smarter, Arvid. Dont tell me youre not. Soft, yeah. I saw that one coming.   But not stupid. It seemed a rash thing for her to have said, simply because it was so obviously untruehe knew it and she had to have known it, just as he was perfectly aware that Arvid was tough as nails. At least. However, since she wanted to rub his face in the dirt, the least he could do was give as well as he received. He was ready to shove her head into the sandbox for awhile. It would manage to be entertaining.

Still, Arvids fearlessness was one of the characteristics which drew Edward to her, perhaps to her mild dismay. He relished that she was not afraid to look him in the eye and tell him to fuck himself, when many other people were hardpressed to look him in the eye at all, though it certainly wasnt something to which he would ever admit out loud. In a way, it didnt surprise him, for he could have said that he felt, in some morbid fashion, a kinship with Clubs. His life, as it was plain to see, had consisted largely of one violent episode after another; additionally, his past, before entering the SRM, was a haze of blood and bodies. However murky he worked to keep his history, vestiges of the reputation hed earned had naturally followed him, wispily, into the Machine, where hed gone about forging a new gruesome set of credentials. The point, however, was that Edward had only spent a brief stint as a civilian before jumping headfirst into a no-holds-barred brawl. As far as he knew or could guess, Arvids life had consisted largely of gunshots and spattered brains, and even had it not been so before SRM involvement, it was now and had been for a number of years. Thus, they occupied similar slots, perhaps sitting nearer to each other than either would have liked to admit.

In any case, it remained that Edward could talk with Arvid as he could talk with no othernot in the way of personal details or casual chat, because there was no place for either, but in a way that mattered, somehow, more, and which therefore correlated. Even though he regarded himself as much farther down the rabbit hole than Clubs, in sociopath terms, fundamentally they still operated on the same plane, which was more than could have been said about Edward and, say, Rowan Rowley. Essentially, it allowed for some kind of camaraderie between he and Arvid, convoluted and fraught with pitfalls though it may have been, conceivably somewhat dimmed by the certainty of both that they would someday kill each other. Still, Edward valued Arvids company more than he would ever have said. The killing each other bit was just an added bonus.

He was dragged from his thoughts by another of her comments. Very, he muttered simply in reply, watching her progress towards him. He made no change in his position, hands still in his lap and always ready to shoot for a weapon, for he had no reason to. She didnt look as if she was about to do anything. Consequently, he was rather surprised at what she did, eyebrows shooting up as his gaze jumped first from her breasts and then back to her face. It was provocative, no fucking shit, and coming from Arvid it was also mind-blowing. He should have been immediately suspicious, and part of him was, because Edward was intelligent and quick to react, but Arvid had an element of surprise and Edward was also a massive lech. Sometimes it got the better of him, even when he knew it was neither the time nor the place.

But part of me thinks that turns you on.

He stilled here, a hint of annoyance creeping into his stance, but which he quickly covered with another shoddy attempt at false fluidity. Anything to seem less affected. This was not Arvids domain, as far as conversation went. Edward was, by nature, a very secretive person and even with Arvidmaybe especially with Arvidthough she was the closest thing he had to a good friend, he had drawn several lines in the sand; there were certain subjects that they could talk about. This was not one of them.

The mask hed been keeping had already slipped away, of course, and so what was left was Edward staring at Clubs with full-on keennesssharp, cold, black and now, with a shift in expression like a cat stretching behind his iris, mildly perturbed beneath a thin veneer of sardonic amusement. Such invasions of his personal space were actions which warranted the drawing of a weapon; it had been in his hand before he had realized, one, that hed taken it out, and, two, exactly what Clubs was doing. As her handgun slid into place beneath his jaw, his pressed through the cotton of her t-shirt, against the skin over Arvids ribcage. Her hand balled up in his shirt and pulled, and he exerted a little more pressure on the gun. She had crossed a line in her efforts to out-do him, for he was certain that was her intent with this little spectacle, but Edward wouldnt back down in the face of her show, even if it was just to spite her.

He smirked as she leaned forwards, his black eyes gleaming with a manic excitement. Again, he returned her irreverence with the same caliber. It didnt matter that she had a gun pushed up the underside of his jawand it was damn uncomfortable too, the odd position stretching out his words a littlehe would not back down in the face of her force. He would respond with his own.

But part of me thinks that turns you on.

The smirk stretched out over his thin lips, so much so that it looked almost like a baring of teeth, and he locked eyes with her, cooing, How did you know, Clubs? A spark, that real excitement poking through the curtain he had pulled up, You know I like this part of you best. Its exciting. There are no other women I knowhell, no men, evenwho would have the guts to do this. Only you... darling. You just know what gets me, somehow. Its refreshing, someones eyes to look back at. Pretty ones, too. He looked as though he was about to laugh, but stifled it on a second thought, his amusement and edginess escaping again in the eyes, stuck on Clubss with unwavering intensity. This was the card Edward had thrown outhis truth in the face of Arvids gun. He had a feeling this was just as effective as any bullet could be. If she shot him, he would shoot her and they would die together. But this was a battle of wills, and he would see how she would react to thishis card, his bullethe didnt think a gun would be the response to win the day.

But he couldnt have said the punch didnt hurt; unmistakably he felt his jaw tingle and ache from the hita pain but at the same time a pleasure and through the soreness he said so. Just to rub salt in the wound. It was the least he could do. Ah, thats what I mean. No one else quite like you out there. You make my day, Arvid Crowley.

That was his move. What would she do with it, now? Maybe there was nothing like a little pain, but even more extraordinary was a little truth; he had twisted his respect for her into a weapon to use against her. No holds barred.