Roleplay Profile of Night_Huntress

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Niahara, Kara, Yukari, Kisa, Synnovea (true form), Synnovea (human form), Artemis (Goddess), Vera, Mercedes "Mercy", Selene, Mia, Jessamine, Tairichi, Mariana, Moka, Nuala, Raven, Nina, White Star, Artemis (Huntress), Nirana, Zoey, Tusana, Tenanna, Miyanakora, Aiya, Sylvia, Angel, Wolf form, Uruu, Ayatori, Tiger form, Kumiko, Minka, Jeshira, Lexy, Jewel Tear on Stone, Lilly, Raksha, Belle, Juliana, Tukina, Panther form, Tohru, Lisa, Night_Huntress, Saiya

Role Play Profile

A 15 year old girl holds hands with her 1 year old son. People call her a "slut", no one knows she was raped at age 14. People call another guy "fat", no one knows he has a serious disease causing him to be overweight. People call an old man "ugly", no one knows he experienced a serious injury to his face while fighting for our country in the war. Add this to your Profile if you are against bullying and stereotyping.

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A girl and a guy were speeding over 100 mph on a motorcycle.
Girl: Slow down, I'm scared
Guy: No, this is fun.
Girl: No it's not, please, it's so scary.
Guy: Then tell me that you love me.
Girl:I love you, slow down.
Guy: Now give me a big hug.
*She gave him a big hug*
Guy: Can you take my helmet off and put iton yourself, it's really bothering me)
(font "Algerian" The next day in the newspaper:
"A motorcycle crashed into a building due to brake failure. Two people were in the crash, but only one survived."
The truth was that halfway down the road the guy realized that the breaks weren't working but he didn't want the girl to know. Instead, he had her hug him and tell him she loves him one last time. Then he had her put his helmet on so that she would survive, knowing that he would not.


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You value growth, life, adaptation and nature. You love to hunt, mate, kill, and eat—to you, that’s all there is. At your best, you are instinctual and unpretentious. At your worst, you are vicious and unthinking. Your symbol is a tree. Your enemies are blue and black .




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"Mommy, Mommy! I did it! I did it!" Raksha cried out and hugged her mother tightly around her stomach. She had been practicing the trick to dancing without jingling the bells except when she wanted them to. She had been practicing very hard and wanted her mother to be proud of her. They spent all morning practicing and that night they held the usual show. They had even both earned money, using the Challenge of the Bells. They each challeneged someone to dance against them.....without making the bells jingle. And they had one. But someone had not liked losing in front of the entire town.

That night as they slept in their tent, something smelled wrong to Raksha and she awoke to find her mother was gone from the tent. She looked around frantically and confused. She heard something outside the tent and when she stepped out of the tent and found her mother.....she had been too late. The man from the performance earier that night had been in a drunken rage, had found her mother as she had been returning with something to eat for them both, and had killed her.

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Raksha awoke with a startled gasp, her eyes gleaming in the dark of the night. She was in the back of another travelers wagon, which had been passed down through generations and they had just never gotten rid of it. There was a small hole that let the moonlight of the night show inside the wagon, that helped illuminate her predator eyes that never left her no matter what form she took. She sat up and stretched, wiping the cold sweat from her dream off her face and pushed her thick multi colored curls out of her face. The Firey orange, shifting with black and white as it moved, almost giving the illusion that it was moving. Her fur as a tiger did the same thing.

She looked out the little hole and realized she was coming up on her road. She left a bit of money in a small pouch inside the wagon, knowing they would find it and slipped out, waving in thanks for the ride. She gave the air a cautionary smell, readjusted her shoulder bag and realized she could smell the Badriya from where she was and she was still a good ways from the city. They must be out camping somewhere, instead of inside the city.

She dusted off a little dirt from her skirt that hung snug around her hips and billowed around her legs and began to walk towards the city of Novak. She coudln't quite remember the city from before as she had been very young, and it was many years ago. She was now a woman of Twenty years. If she had been in a pride, she was sure she would have been mated off with someone and possibly on her way to cubs. But her mother had been a Lone Cat, and so would she. At first she had thought that because her mother, teacher, friend had been taken from her, that she would never dance again....but she couldn't do that. She would dance to keep her mother alive.

Her father had died of illness a few years after she had been born. Her mother had died when she was a child of eight. She was quiet when needed, and only associated with others when needed. She held a grudge against the humans for what they did to her mother. Her mother could have shifted, she had been a beautiful black panther, her father a leapord, but that would have risked exposing her child. So she gave up her life to save her child. She had to hide what she was. And she didn't truly trust the shifters and weres wither because they would try to fight her, or force her obedience and she wouldn't stand for that.

Her bare feet padded on the road, leaving no sound to her travel. She had learned stealth many year ago, and it had only gotten better with her age. She looked up to the moon. It would be morning before she reached the city, but she was sure she would end up passing some Badriya tents on her way there and would have to be super quiet and careful. She heard something ahead of her, and her nose told her she had been right before.

She heard laughter, cries of surprise, someone or something smelled of alohol. She kept low hiding where she could and and running swiftly and silently where she couldn't. There.....the tents. The Badriya. Shit...a pack. She was going to have to sneak past them somehow to get into the city. Sure she could go all the way around, but she hated doing things the long way especially since she was all ready this close. If she was spotted, she wondered how the hell she would get away. Only time would tell. She always seemed to be getting her tail into trouble.

My Mistress and I


(font "Algerian" FAKE FRIENDS: Never ask for food.
TRUE FRIENDS: are the reasons you have no food.
FAKE FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr/Mrs
TRUE FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM
FAKE FRIENDS: bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.
TRUE FRIENDS: Would sit next to you saying "Damn ... we ******** up ... but that s**t was fun!"
FAKE FRIENDS: never seen you cry.
TRUE FRIENDS: cry with you
FAKE FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.
TRUE FRIENDS: keep your s**t so long they forget its yours.
FAKE FRIENDS: know a few things about you.
TRUE FRINDS: Could write a book about you with direct quotes from you.
FAKE FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
TRUE FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds a** that left you.
FAKE FRINDS: Would knock on your front door.
TRUE FRINDS: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME!"
FAKE FRIENDS: Are for a while.
TRUE FRIENDS: Are for life.
FAKE FRIENDS: Will take your drink away when they think you've had enough.
TRUE FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say "b***h drink the rest of that you know we don't waste s**t."
FAKE FRIENDS: will talk s**t to the person who talks s**t about you.
TRUE FRIENDS: Will knock them the f**k out
FAKE FRIENDS: Will help you move funiture
REAL FRIENDS: Will help you move a body
FAKE FRIENDS: Will read this.
TRUE FRIENDS: Will steal this)

I took a Seme/Uke quiz and this was my result.
You are a Innocent Uke!
Cute and sweet, and most gentle of all uke, whips and chains are not for you - you just want someone to love you. You are often spotted in candy shops wearing furry kitty ears, where you are sure to be noticed by the Romantic Seme, whose protective instincts will kick in and will only want to take you home and love and protect you. And you, of course, will be more than happy to spend the rest of your life baking cookies for your seme.

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Creative, sweet, and shy, the Innocent Uke dreams of a peaceful life with the perfect partner - someone to protect them, and lavish them with romantic affection. Artistic and gentle in manner and appearance, the Innocent Uke avoids conflict and decision-making, content in placing their complete trust and happiness in their partner's hands - for all they really desire is to surround themselves with the soft and fluffy fantasy world they've created for themselves.

Other common traits of the Innocent Uke include being: thoughtful, trusting, insecure, sensitive, romantic, and loyal.

The Innocent Uke personality best (but not always) corresponds with these associations:

Japanese Element: Water

Chinese Zodiac: Sheep

Color: White

Fruit: Tangerines

Dessert: Angel Food Cake

Theme Song: Smile Ichiban Ii Onna by An Cafe

Most compatible with: Romantic Seme
Least compatible with: Sadistic Seme, Don't Fuck With Me Seme


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