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Username: Kaylib Caremelo
Preferred Genres: HP, Fantasy/Medieval, Slave, and Vampire
Limits/ Won't Do: Based on stories, besides HP.
Online: weekdays from 3-8 weekends and vacations I'm usually on pretty much the whole day (PST)
Other/Notes: I like Long Term rp's with A LOT of plot twists.

(From my HP rp)
Jason looked at her for a moment as if contemplating whether or not she was going to apologize. When it was clear that she wasn't he stood up and took the one step over to her grabbing her wrist violently.
"Don't ever-" The word was crisp. "-Insult my intelligence."
When he let go of her arm he did just what he had threatened to do. A Smith never bluffed. The palm of his hand hit her left cheek. Not at all as hard as it could have been, but enough to turn her head a bit.
"You should know your place. Malfoy." He said the words as if it was a sin to utter them, as if it disgusted him. He glared at her fire burning in his eyes before he left her in a graceful huff from the common room to blow off steam outside.

(From a slave rp)
Troy childishly grabbed for his shirt before it was thrown out of his reach.
He sighed frustrated, and now topless, though glad he was back on the ground.
He crossed his arms over his chest and stared for a minute at the outside world of the passerby's. He gulped trying to think of a way out of this. There was none.
He closed his eyes for a second and gave a deep sigh.
"What do you want?" He asked sounding defeated. It wasn't his normal attitude prone question. But his way of sounding defeat.
His head hung slightly from the blow to his pride.

Content: 1.5 points
Spelling: 1.5 points
Grammer/Punc.: 1.7 points
Structure: 1.5 points

Total: 6.2

interesting...I'm know to usually be very nice to people...