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Typist's Role Play History
Started RPing at a very young age. Was exposed to DND through my uncle who used to play with his brothers when he was young. Got really into it after that. Been doing it ever since!
Role Play Sample
"Am I boring you?"
Toghenma shook his head clear and looked at the man sitting across from him. Scratch that, at the boy sitting across from him, he couldn't have been more than a couple months over eighteen. The hottie had short black hair and a smooth shaven face that one normally only saw on shaving cream commercials. On his lip he had a couple piercings which which Toghenma admired for a moment before looking into his eyes which were...really pretty. They were the color of healthy grass, and were striking in contrast to his hair, which was dark and hung over one eye. The cutey sported a sleeveless shirt which showed off his rather muscular arms. Tog was tempted to run his fingers along the tones muscles there, but then he realized that the man's expression was rather annoyed. Had he been zoning out? Damn, this just wasn't a good night for him.
Letting out a sigh, he smiled apologetically and shook his head.
"No, sorry hun, I just have a lot on my mind. I just kinda lost track of myself." Toghenma tried to remember what the guy had just been talking about and also tried to remember if 'pretty eyes' had told him his name.
'Was it...Tarry, Tommy....no...that's not it. Thompson...there we go.'
"I got most of it. You're a student right? Just got into college, and studying Computers right?" Thompson's face seemed to brighten a little, though he still seemed a tad agitated. 'Darn. Bad start to the evening, but I am not gonna give up on this guy, he's so pretty I wanna throw this table aside and get up close and personal right here and now...though that would be very unprofessional.'
"So you were listening. " Thompson said, a trace of wry amusement in his voice.
"Of course, I don't make it a habit of inviting gorgeous men to sit at my tables just to ignore them." Toghenma said, flashing Thompson a wicked grin. A half smile crept onto Thompson's lips in response and from there they began to exchange small talk and come ons for a good ten minutes. As they did so, they slowly meandered in the booth they sat in until they were sitting right next to each other. 'Green Eyes' eventually placed a hand on Tog's leg, and the fire magus let it happen. For a moment they locked eyes and Toghenma could feel the beginnings of an intense heat there, fueled by the dark atmosphere of the club, the music that pounded, and the closeness of their proximity. Then Toghenma felt himself zoning out again, but he snapped back into focus, and for a moment, confusion slipped through and he began to worry about something. There was something nagging at him and he couldn't point out what.
'What is wrong with me today?' he thought, as tall, dark and yummy got up and said,
"Can I get us some drinks?" Toghenma nodded and watch him walk away, giving the hunk a once over and letting his eyes linger on his rear aspect for a moment before turning back to the table. Toghenma smiled to himself, but then began to feel himself getting a big foggy headed again. He magic senses them kicked in, and he sensed the influence. Rage flooded his senses, and he felt fire gathering in his thoughts. Looking around he snapped to focus as he noticed several other patrons of this club were falling languid on their tables, all of them seemingly stuck in a hedonistic trance. Both men and women seemed to be falling into sensual stupors, which Toghenma had originally attributed to drugs. Dancers were just slumping to the ground, glasses fell to the ground and shattered, the DJ slumped over his sound system causing the music to distort and whine painfully loud in the enclose space.
Thompson returned and said, in an almost drunken voice,
"Her are your...our...drinks....Tagginma...Togonema...haha, you're name is silly." Toghenma looked up to see the boy swaying on his feet with the drinks in his hand. Then, a moment later, he was falling to the ground, the drinks sloshing out of their glasses and onto the floor. The glasses shattered when they hit the tiles of the club floor. Toghenma got out of his seat intending to check on the boy, but he swayed for a moment, losing focus again. It took considerably more effort this time to come back to attention. His head swam, as if he'd been drinking causally for hours and had a good strong buzz going. At times he vision would fog over, or go double as he gritted his teeth and tried to focus his will. Looking around he could see only one person standing up in the club besides him.
A woman in a revealing, acid green dress, her body surrounded in a vague, greenish aura seemed to be walking among the fallen bar patrons and tisking to herself lightly. The woman moved with a grace that was anything but human. This thing was a predator, pure and simple. Tog tracked her movements around the room as best he could, but he was having trouble not giving into the sensations of the hedonist trance. With a small noise of pleasure the woman in the green dress used one of her feet to turn the face of one of the unconscious club patrons to the left, then to the right. The afflicted man was in too much of a stupor to react. Then, she leaned down over the man and began to make sucking motions. Light came out of the fallen patron's mouth and into the woman's, and as it did, the unconscious man began to wither and grey. Tog tied to speak, but found that he couldn't, though he began to stumble forward, he had to do something.
"Oh, what a shame. Looks like they were all lightweights." A women near by let out a moan, and began to move to a different patron, and moved to repeat her feeding process. Toghenma used the table to hold himself up. His foot struck one of the shards of glass littering the ground, and it let out a crackle pop as the glass broke further. The woman stopped what she was doing and her eyes locked on Toghenma, a wicked smile painting her face. 'Not good.' Togen thought as he looked up at his enemy.
"Well, maybe not all of you." She purred. Walking over to where Toghenma stood, she ran a slender finger along his cheek, her every movement screaming with a succubi's sensuality. He was paralyzed by the fogginess in his head which was becoming increasingly pronounced with every second, and the woman seemed fully aware of this fact. The chuckle that came from her mouth was triumphant and patronizing.
"Oh the poor dear is trying so hard, don't you just want to relax." she said the last word directly into Togen's ear. Toghenma fell to one knee and felt pleasure surge through his body, like Ecstasy but many times worse. Tog began to convulse at the sheer maddening Euphoria. "Just settle down and let me enjoy you." She laid her self down over Toghenma, and straddled him. The woman, no, the monster ground its hips against his and he reached mentally for his power. She licked her lips with a tongue that was all together too long to be human. "Just like that, yesss" The women bent down to kiss Toghenma with lips that were slowly shifting from rose red to the color of tar, when, with the last surge of strength he had, Toghenma drew up his will around himself and said,
"I'm sorry hun, but I don't swing that way." And his body erupted into golden flames. The woman let out an ear piercing screech of pain as she leaped off and away from him, the fire licking its way up her arms and thighs. The fog in his mind cleared up instantly and he stumbled to his feet, gasping for breath as sobriety hit him like a ton of bricks. Across from him, the woman was patting out the flames and now stood, her skin peeling off to reveal what looked like green scales underneath, covered in some kind of dark slime. Toghenma kept a strong hold over his magic, and deadly fire flooded to his finger tips.
Green energy surrounded the sex demon as she looked back at him with rage. Tog had denied her a snack, and no mortal was allowed to do that. The illusion of her beauty had been burned away by the flames. Her eyes were like frogs eyes, square pupiled and orange and filled with monstrous fury.
"Good god you're ugly." Toghenma said, barely controlling the rage in his own voice. "No wonder you need so much cover up." The creature hurled a bolt of green light at him which he side stepped. With a thought a stream of gold fire surge towards the demon and then past her, hitting a nearby table and destroying it.
"Ah Ah ah, none of that now. Leave now, or else you'll be just like that table." The woman remained perfectly still and her eyes flickered back and forth as if weighing her options. For a moment, Toghenma thought that the scare tactics had worked. The care tactics almost never worked, but in the creatures eyes he could see the fear of death, and he could see them flicker towards the exit several times and for a second he thought she was going to cut and run. But, sometimes logical thought is not with a monster's capability, and without warning the sex demon seemed to get really pissed off and flew at Toghenma with clawed arms extended and a jaw full of fangs open wider than should have been physically possible. The woman screamed out "DIEEEEEE!!" in a stereotypical fashion, and the fire magus rolled his eyes. Toghenma let out a sigh as fire engulfed his hand.
"Sorry babe, but you're gone." And with that he summoned six beach ball sized orbs of flame, small suns that shone so bright that the demon shielded her eyes. The orbs then shot out and stuck the woman in mid air. She screamed out and fell just in front of him writhing as she slowly to turned to dust before his eyes. Within seconds, all that was left on the ground was a flaming pile of ash. With a wave of his hand he extinguished the flame and shook his head.
