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  1. Being approached and told by none other than Juniper Rose, was the dark elven finally informed - informed of this death, and another. Informed of a new chapter in this book of hers, whether it be for bad or for worse. Her head carried downward in shame, with her palms raising upwards to pinch the bridge of her nose. Her expression scrunched in frustration - then sorrow - then, a mere expression of guilt. Death comes in so many ways, whether it be yourself or a friend - but why did it have to be Scrisa? ``I, Dasyra, should have been there.``
  2. MC-Name: bun_bunny2020 Persona name: Dasyra Persona-ID: 80156
  3. Personally, I am not here for a big show - I am here just to state what has been happening with me, as I have played about three female personas. Two starting off as children (elves), another starting out as a 30 year old (elf). Back to the point, although, but I have never really started off any conversation. Starting in Norland with my dark elven woman, was I interacted in first and almost a day later participated in a fun event where I had been referred to by many. Second being 'Lychee', where I was sitting in Lurin for the first time with the persona rather late in the afternoon. Such being about 1-3 AM EST. I was also interacted first, and got to go into 'CRP' to try out for a guild. It was generally amazing and funny each time. I would tell about the other one, but it is similar to the last two. Even if I were to be ignored, I would start RP first and go to the people who actually care rather than people who just want to push me off to the side. There is no use staying, as you can make yourself at home and test other places if you struggle in just one; for there are mutiple. But, for the current persona I am on, I have gotten approached first by a number that surpassed the rest. By far Dasyra has been my best persona and yet she is still a child. And I have heard some people generally speaking how it makes them feel uncomfortable to RP with child personas; both due to the pedophilia caught in the server and the fact that normally those children personas are people twenty through thirty years of age pretending to be a child. I must admit, I do see this clear and I understand it. Even if I am not even an adult yet, nor have escaped high school, I understand the concern and I am not going to put anything else to that. I am glad people space themselves out when thinking about that reason, actually, and see it as valid; as it stops any concern and either way both groups have their entertaining and comfortable RP. Honestly depends where you are, I would think. It tests the group of people in that location more than overall roleplay genders and OOC involved thoughts or directions. (If this has already been said, then my bad. I have not read the last 3 pages of responses.) Although for whoever made it to the end of this, I wish you to have a good day.
  4. Dasyra had stared out towards the building glor of structures upon the land of Celia'lin with a wide smile upon her face - as she found a sense of joy and peace. When there, did the dark elf child lean in towards Raziel and whisper.. "Soo.. When we gonna have ah 'nother parta'ey, Mr. Stars?"
  5. A simple gasp of excitement filled Dasyra as she read the missive from where ever it might be posted upon. The child had raised her hands and shot them together in a simple clap in joy - as well as a bright smile. "Mr. Stars! Yer aren't poor!" She'd exclaim. Perhaps some confusion would be found within her voice when she says this, although there was none. It was straight honesty - or at least that was what was believed. "N' there will be ducks? Ducks go quack-quack!"
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    bun_bunny2020

    You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” A tall yet witty figure entered the hut with little to no sound; clearly not paying any attention to the voice. The elf's eyes darted around the room at the array of candles in the air. With little to no thought, the woman got onto her tippy toes and reached for one of the candles in an attempt to boop one. Only then did she notice the elder standing only a few feet from her. "AHH-" The elf's hand went to her mouth while she slammed her heel back onto the floor, seeming to feel extremely embarrassed at the fact that they did not see the hag earlier. "Er.. Uhm." She gently cleared her throat before speaking. "Hello.. I did not hear what you said earlier." She said clearly, "..If you did talk, that is." The second part was a bit muffled; while her hands went back to her side. When speaking her feet traveled her to one of the cushions, slowly sitting down. They showed trust into the stranger, quite interested in many factors of this dim town.
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