Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160107233519

"We're all the main characters of our own story. You write your story, and I'll write mine." -Me, probably.

(This is mostly an OC oriented Roleplay, but I'm not too picky on that. Be whoever you wish to. :D

This roleplay begins with the shenanigans of a certain individual and his rather strange and outworldish goal to "cease all conflict between Mamono and their 'competition'. This is just the utmost basic basis of how it will begin, it doesn't have to stay that way. Part of me wishes to see it de-railed somehow.)

Some polite suggestions n' other stuff

-Join in at any time, and depart how you please. If one needs to communicate Out Of Context, make it known with parenthesis, brackets, etc.

-The first post may be a bit long, but you do not have to match/exceed its length. I'll drop down to a more reasonable level. <3

-If combat is initated, I will assume that all battles will end at a K.O, unless a killing action is specified.

-Expect hilarity. Expect Mamono shenanigans (that means the sexy time.. though do keep it censored to a degree, pls.)

(Now here's the actual beginning post k?)

An autumn day... there was always a peculiar beauty about it. This was the dominant stray thought of an individual strolling down the dirt street of the town he was in. This was once an Order town, but they were driven off by an overwhelming Demon Army force.. this happened only eight days ago, and it was now a "Mamono occupied town" though the term barely fit, as there actually weren't that many of them around. Most had ran off with desirable men, or disappeared into the outskirts, waiting to try and "court" someone that wandered off. A slim few actually 'stayed' within the confines of the town. The other people.. mostly women and children, now, simply roamed about as it was their own business.

This man seemed to turn heads wherever he went. Not on the basis of his looks, or anything, but because he was a man... walking around naturally right after a Demon Army raid. Most of the commoners were questioning as to how he managed to elude them... others believed him to be rather new, in their little town. He was dressed in a long black coat, with a white undershirt and equally black trousers.. his brownish blonde hair cascading just barely in the gentle breeze. His light skin seemed quite pale in the chilly autumn air, his green eyes carefully dissecting his surroundings... while most of the people around didn't question him, he seemed to be looking for something. 