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((Based off of Dante's Inferno. So for those of you who aren't familiar with the Divine Comedy, there are three places you can go after
you die, Paradisio, Purgatorio or the Inferno. I am going to base the story off of the Inferno, which is basically Hell.
There are nine rings in the Inferno: Limbo, Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Wrath, Hershey, Violence, Fraudulence, and Betrayal (where
Lucifer himself resides). Here is an image, and desciptions if you are more curious: s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/7…
This roleplay will begin in the Ring of Gluttony.
*RP Character Information*: "My name is Cain. I am a tall, muscular male with light-tan skin and dark black hair. I am 23, and I live with my mother.
I am currently trying to obtain a degree in massage therapy, though I'm more of an artist. I love to eat at McDonalds, and it gives me pride to know that
I've never gainned any weight. I am in love with a girl named Abbey, but now I am trapped in the Inferno, with no way to get out."
*How this story can play out*:
1. A genereic love plot between a demoness and a human can be twisted, as the demoness has many pets, but she loves the human the most, and absolutely cannot have him leave the Inferno out of jealousy for this "Abbey" character.
2. We can make something up! I am all about hurt and comfort, gore and horror so please PM me! ))
It was a dark, grey world below the mantle. There was always rain and pitch black snow that plastered over the obsidian,
rocky landscape. What was this place? I thought, standing naked amongst many others who were naked as well. The air
was cold and moist, like a frozen dancer beyond the audiance. Everyone here was fat, mobidly obese and waddling about as if
they were a certain species of penguin. Some took refuge under massive boulder formations to hide from the rain. Other gawked
aimlessly out in the open, too lethargic to take a walk into shelter. I, being as nimble and flexible as I was, ran to take
cover under a lonesome rock in the distance. Now protected, I try my damndest to remember what had happened
to me. The last thing I saw were bright headlights. Bright headlights... Oh, no. Oh god no. Was this suppose to be Heaven?
It surely didn't look like it! And why was I naked?? Growing up as a Catholic, I was taught that Heaven was suppose to be a
paradise, a paradise of brightness and love... Where was my family? Wasn't I suppose to unite with them as well?
Shivering under the hard surface, a shallow feeling began to eat me whole like a shark. This... was... not Heaven. This was not...
I curled up into a small ball, and wept. Wherever he was, it stunk. It smelt like... blood. Closing my eyes, I tried to
take his my off of this place. It was a dream, right? Just a dream. Hopefully I would soon wake up, without a care in the world.
you die, Paradisio, Purgatorio or the Inferno. I am going to base the story off of the Inferno, which is basically Hell.
There are nine rings in the Inferno: Limbo, Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Wrath, Hershey, Violence, Fraudulence, and Betrayal (where
Lucifer himself resides). Here is an image, and desciptions if you are more curious: s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/7…
This roleplay will begin in the Ring of Gluttony.
*RP Character Information*: "My name is Cain. I am a tall, muscular male with light-tan skin and dark black hair. I am 23, and I live with my mother.
I am currently trying to obtain a degree in massage therapy, though I'm more of an artist. I love to eat at McDonalds, and it gives me pride to know that
I've never gainned any weight. I am in love with a girl named Abbey, but now I am trapped in the Inferno, with no way to get out."
*How this story can play out*:
1. A genereic love plot between a demoness and a human can be twisted, as the demoness has many pets, but she loves the human the most, and absolutely cannot have him leave the Inferno out of jealousy for this "Abbey" character.
2. We can make something up! I am all about hurt and comfort, gore and horror so please PM me! ))
It was a dark, grey world below the mantle. There was always rain and pitch black snow that plastered over the obsidian,
rocky landscape. What was this place? I thought, standing naked amongst many others who were naked as well. The air
was cold and moist, like a frozen dancer beyond the audiance. Everyone here was fat, mobidly obese and waddling about as if
they were a certain species of penguin. Some took refuge under massive boulder formations to hide from the rain. Other gawked
aimlessly out in the open, too lethargic to take a walk into shelter. I, being as nimble and flexible as I was, ran to take
cover under a lonesome rock in the distance. Now protected, I try my damndest to remember what had happened
to me. The last thing I saw were bright headlights. Bright headlights... Oh, no. Oh god no. Was this suppose to be Heaven?
It surely didn't look like it! And why was I naked?? Growing up as a Catholic, I was taught that Heaven was suppose to be a
paradise, a paradise of brightness and love... Where was my family? Wasn't I suppose to unite with them as well?
Shivering under the hard surface, a shallow feeling began to eat me whole like a shark. This... was... not Heaven. This was not...
I curled up into a small ball, and wept. Wherever he was, it stunk. It smelt like... blood. Closing my eyes, I tried to
take his my off of this place. It was a dream, right? Just a dream. Hopefully I would soon wake up, without a care in the world.
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To those of you who don't know, I will be moving to Tennessee next month. This is something that I have been stressed about for weeks, and I am even more stressed now that my dad can't come along with me.
I live in Washington state. I already have life set up for me. I have the four greatest friends you could ever ask for. My love for them is incredibly strong, and I would literally break my back for each and every one of them.
Things are just happening so fast, and I just don't want to lose any of them because they're very dear to me. I always get those wretched fears of abandonment. Sure, there's skype nowadays, but to tell you the truth, I'm not much for typing or texting all my friends. I'm more of the girl who likes to meet you in person, and chill out for the rest of the day. That's just how I roll.
The thing is, I have anxiety about making new friends. New friends means they see the ugly side of me before they could ever witness the good side. I know I am inconsiderate, annoying, arrogant, and a downright pity party sometimes . People don't like that. Only my true friends can see that I am never inconsiderate to them, I am annoying but they know it's in a humorous nature, my pride is just a symbol of my confidence, and I just have emotional instabilities that need love and attention from them.
So what's going to happen when I lose all of that?
Well.
There is the cemetery up the street from my grandpa's house. Dead people make better listeners than any new friend I could gain.
I seriously refuse to make any newer friends because that means that it'll distract me from my college life. And who knows what I might be getting into? Druggies, druggies and possibly more druggies.
What do you guys think? I am curious to read your opinions...
I live in Washington state. I already have life set up for me. I have the four greatest friends you could ever ask for. My love for them is incredibly strong, and I would literally break my back for each and every one of them.
Things are just happening so fast, and I just don't want to lose any of them because they're very dear to me. I always get those wretched fears of abandonment. Sure, there's skype nowadays, but to tell you the truth, I'm not much for typing or texting all my friends. I'm more of the girl who likes to meet you in person, and chill out for the rest of the day. That's just how I roll.
The thing is, I have anxiety about making new friends. New friends means they see the ugly side of me before they could ever witness the good side. I know I am inconsiderate, annoying, arrogant, and a downright pity party sometimes . People don't like that. Only my true friends can see that I am never inconsiderate to them, I am annoying but they know it's in a humorous nature, my pride is just a symbol of my confidence, and I just have emotional instabilities that need love and attention from them.
So what's going to happen when I lose all of that?
Well.
There is the cemetery up the street from my grandpa's house. Dead people make better listeners than any new friend I could gain.
I seriously refuse to make any newer friends because that means that it'll distract me from my college life. And who knows what I might be getting into? Druggies, druggies and possibly more druggies.
What do you guys think? I am curious to read your opinions...
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Thank you so much for following my DeviantArt! It means so much to me, I have been truly struggling for the past few months into see you guys commenting and favoring my paintings is just so awesome! Once again thank you so much and hopefully I will get some commissions out soon! Free ones at that 
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