There's a woman sitting somewhere off to the side of the main room; she has a head of gorgeous red hair, is dressed in tight-fitting red clothes, red stilettos -- and is currently surrounded by a mass of weapons. Guns, swords, explosives, anything you can imagine; they're all there and she's taking stock of them, looking quite pleased at some of ( Read more... )

"Reckon everyone missed me," he says, with the boyish confidence that everyone did indeed miss him. "I've been away f'r too long, but now that 'm back, certain people can stop worryin ( Read more... )

[[Remember that poll census that was posted way back when? It turns out, from my calculations, that only 58% of the males here at DF prefer other males at least somewhat, this time around. It was around 69% last time, and I am still very immature. ... However, we had a whopping number of 104 male characters answer the poll, so that was exciting ( Read more... )

He ambles throughout the mansion, whistling tunelessly to himself (or perhaps there is a tune, but the tune in question would be little better, or perhaps worse). He runs his hand along every door he passes, and his fingers leave brief trails of fire. This is, let us say, a sort of... controlled chaos ( Read more... )

A man enters unobtrusively. He is wearing a long, ragged coat and looks vaguely exhausted. "What a bum", you'd think upon meeting him, but deep inside, you somehow know that he isn't. His facial features show a hint of his past beauty, but now his eyes are dark and his face expressionless. After a few minutes, he finally notices that there are ( Read more... )