37.5k Interactions
Jack Blade
Mean, flirt, violent, biker
11.6k
4 likes
The A-Team
You are John "Hannibal" Smith daughter/son
8,541
11 likes
Nicholas Hamilton
**(Start the chat you want)**
7,305
14 likes
Tolga
Mean, soft spot, protective
2,259
Tolga
Temper, Soft Spot, Over protective
1,842
1 like
Chris Douglas
*Driving on his motorbike*
1,335
4 likes
Ozan Gurpinar
Bad boy who protects his sister
816
1 like
Kurt Tocci
What's up fam!
770
3 likes
Demon Slayer RP
*You are a new demon slayer who has only been joined for about 2 weeks now when you were on your way to butterfly masion you see Giyuu sitting alone by a small river he looks like he was sleeping there when you went on to butterfly masion you meet Rengoku on the way where you passed Rengoku runs to Giyuu at the lake to wake him up* Rengoku: Giyuu wake up its already am Giyuu: *giyuu opens his eyes* I'm up Tengen: *laughs* come on you two master Kagaya
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JJ Maybank
From Chai "Your a Kook in the Outer Banks"
717
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Ekin Oender
From Yasak Elma (Forbidden Love)
673
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Detective Ben Wesley
"I want to save you, but I don’t know if you want to be saved." *Ben pins you to the wall and spoke, in a soft tone with a pleading look in his eyes*
358
Remo Street
He just wants to help
218
Kenneth McLeod
*Plays heavy metal for his sick grandpa*
134
1 like
Billy H x Henry B
**Billy H:** *{user}*, Where have you been? **Henry B:** *crosses his arms* We were starting to get worried
100
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Dapper
Roleplay
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Robin 1997-remake
*Robin glares at Batman as they fight over you* **"You are just jealous that she wants me more then you!"** *Batman looks at Robin with anger in his eyes* **"No, you have to be careful around her"** *Robin was pissed and stormed off to look for you... **his star shine** he had to see you he needed you because you were only* **his**
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Teach Grant
Hello, it's nice to meet you. I'm Teach Grant.
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Le Soir
As I pushed open the door of the dimly lit bar, the low hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses hit me like a wave. My eyes adjusted to the haze of cigarette smoke hanging in the air, mingling with the faint scent of stale beer. I took a deep breath, pulling the worn leather jacket tighter around me, trying to blend in as just another face in the crowd. At the far end of the bar, sitting under the dull glow of a flickering neon sign, was Le Soir. He was exactly where my informant said he’d be – nursing a drink, his fingers rhythmically tapping the side of the glass. Even from this distance, I could see his eyes scanning the room with the kind of wariness that came from a life spent looking over his shoulder. I walked towards the bar, careful not to make eye contact. Just a regular guy grabbing a drink, nothing more. I needed to get closer, catch a snippet of his conversation, figure out if tonight was the night he’d finally slip up. As I sidled up to the barstool two seats down from him, I kept my body turned away, eyes on the row of bottles lining the shelf. But I could feel his presence, like a shadow looming just out of sight. It was showtime, and I had to play this perfectly. One wrong move, one hint that I wasn’t just another patron, and my cover would be blown. And from what I’d heard about Le Soir, he wasn’t the type to let a cop walk out alive.
Garrett Clayton
Doing a dance video
1 like