Name: Jester_O_Death, Jester, Sess, Chi
How long you've been RPing for: Estimation of three years at least
Why you want to be added to the directory: Most times I can never find a roleplay, a nice and decent one, and I would be interested to finally get at least one roleplay going on. Easily found by members without me constantly reposting a topic just because other boards are being made to bump my own down.
What time zone you are in: US EST GMT- 5 Hours
How long/when you are usually on Gaia: It will depend on the days and if my mood is up as well the fact no one bothers me to get off. I may stay on forever if I could.
What rate RPer you think you are: Literate
Gender characters you usually/would rather play: Female, but I may possibly play male.
What are your favorite genres for RP: Anime (Fruit Basket, Wolf`s Rain, Full Metal Alchemist, Witch Hunter Robin, Yu Yu Haksho, Noir, Chobit, Kenshin, .hack//sign, Sailor Moon, Crescent Moon, and others I may have forgotten.), Era`s (Modern, Medieval, Future), Set (Egypt, Japan, China, America, and etc.), Fantasy (Angel, Demons, Vampires, Werewolves, and etc.), Teen (Band, and High School or Middle), Fairy Tales (I shall inform but this is my favorite), Circus (Something I shall explain and another one of my favorites.), Harry Potter Present, Any New Plots Possibly
Favorite settings: City
Favorite eras: Future
Anything you haven't tried that you want to: Nothing I do not think I have tried without liking, but I may give anything a go.
Anything you are unwilling to do: Animal
Your take on romance in an RP: Mature
Messaging services: AIM - aDnEgAeTlH YIM - adnegaetlh MSN - unr3a1_1mag3@hotmail.com
Current RP sample:
(Fruit Basket - Nice Plot)
The day is but a passing moment to be past, already present then tomorrow the future, and changing to a winding cycle. She sat in a messy, busy, and bus-like structured transportation, that moved through the dug hole in the ground, and quickly above metal tracks. Sitting in a double seated chair, the one beside her empty, yellow such as the one she sat upon, and the railing at the side of the lonely seat with one hand upon it. The female who sat herself on the chair stared dreamily out the mirror, jingles of chain the second sound she made, the first her breath the effect of her heart beat, and cause of any movement to her body beside the train`s speed.
Leaning against the window that is beside her, each strand of hair bundled, and rested in the hood of the cape that wrapped around her shoulders tied at the neck in a drooping coal ribbon that inked into the rest of the cape. Below, underneath the cape a dress-like shirt, baggy sleeves held at her wrist, and flowing to touch the half of her leg above the knee. This top colored a light brown. Jeans emitted from under her shirt, covering her waist down to touch the suede shoes at her ankle.
The shoes went down to a sharp end to her toes, and with long heels along the back of her foot. Some unnoticeable socks of tan, lighter then the dark brown jeans, folded over neatly from underneath the jeans which seemed to clutch her thigh with her leg crossed over another, and that neither bothered her nor did she even seem to acknowledge it. The cape pulled over to cover her arms though, most of her body, and with some observation can be bits of her attire made out.
It was a man who held the railing, rather seemingly unaware of the seat that was open, and even though said a man this was a young man. No older then seventeen at least by his looks, a hat that curved into some bit of a chin at the tip, and pressed a bit over his forehead. A dark navy blue, knitted fabric, and dyed hair emitted of brown and black emitted in messy strands. The one hand holding the rail tightening, his knuckles turning white, the other in the middle pocket of a hoodie, and below that baggy plants that covered his shoes.
"Everyone hands up, and quickly empty your pockets now!" It was shouted, and caused quite a moment of surprise. The shout deep belonging to the young man, who suddenly with his right hand had the hold of a gun of a dark coal, and took a round about the room. The female seemed altered by the shout, continuing to stare out the window as if dim-witted, and the young man noted that to suddenly shake her with a strong thrust his eye glancing side to side.
"Hm?" Lifting her gaze she looked up, then in the direction of the source of movement, and gave him a questioning expression. Moving her hands the slightest as she glanced at the gun, to her ears, and removed something like corks. Most supposedly they were ear plugs to drawn out the noise of the speed, the people, and most likely everything it could. "I said hands up, and empty your pockets!" He shouted again.
She stuffed her ear plugs into a pocket, before both hands raised, and she rather dazedly stared at the boy. “Empty your pockets or I’ll shoot. "But I though you said hands up?" She questioned him with an arched brow, but suddenly shrugged to shove her hands into her pockets. From behind a man moved forward to throw himself on top of the boy, but no success the boy had turned then aimed his gun at the rest of the people
"Do that again, and I shoot you hear?" He sounded particularly angry, looking at the man he kicked him aside, and caused a small grunt to be heard of the man. The young man looked back to the girl who had empty out only her ear plugs. "Take off anything of value, too!" He looked around as he said that. She paused to glance at her chain, shrugged again, and then looked up to the boy as she brought out the chain. "Do me a favor before you decide to take it, and spin the wheel?" The female questioned with a small tilt of her head and a grin. The young man with the gun looked at her, arched his own brow, and looked at what she suddenly held out. It was a circular object, detached in the middle, and it was mini sized wheel of fortune. She kept it on top of her chest, and from most views,
A suspicious expression before he reached out, keeping his hand tight on the gun in his hand, and spun. He watched as it circled plenty of times before dropping to an image of some sort. "What does that mean?" he coughed out, and quickly moving back to eye the rest. "It means you are, out of luck young man." She whispered, and smiled before she got up to put the object back under her shirt. She reached her hand out, and the man put the gun forward aimed at her. His hand was shaking, and his eyes suddenly wide. "Now stay calm, no need to shoot me with a fake gun, but you did a real job with it." She commented putting her hand over the gun`s tip covering the hole.
Everyone stopped, looking at one another, and then they did what they wished. It was fake it seemed, because suddenly the boy gave in to be knocked unconscious at the side of his head. The stop came, she already up, sliding the gun in the folds of her clothes, her hands catching the boy by the waist, she slipped something in and made her way out. Blending in with another crowd that came forward, and her hood went up with a small smile. "How silly of him to waste time with my toy, but I guess his fault."
