I'm not sure how in particular this site is, but I'll give it go.
First off, you may call me Mallie. Second off, I will give a tiny spiel of who I am. I am a junior in high school, freshman in college and doing full time college. Don't get me started on high school, its over with for me. I'm not picky with topics as long as someone replies, and if it gets boring all you would have to do is tell me you were bored and we can easily throw a twist in, I'm burning with ideas.

Here are the only things I ask of,
1. Semi-lit and up, that means at least a well written paragraph
2. Able to play a male character or play two characters, one female one male and I'll do the same.

I don't want this to long and boring, and I will do over email or over messaging on here.
This is somewhere that explains more of my rules and plots I'd be willing to do, so check it out if you would like.
Information Site

I'm sixteen and female, if that matters though I am semi-lit on my bad days and fully literate on my good days. I'm hoping from someone slightly around my age (though if not, it truly doesn't matter), and can get on at least once or every other day and reply frequently.
So feel free to post here or shoot me a message.

Here are some things I'll do...
+ Fantasy/Gifted etc.
+ War (Modern, Past, or Future)
+  Any opposite romances
+ Any mythical creatures/legend (mythical creatures could be just about anything, furies, vampires, blah blah, etc, etc.)
+ Anything you have a plot to, I will most likely of course do, as long as I know something about it.

I won't do...
- Books (Unless new characters)
- Movies/Television Shows
- Games (Only because I don't play much)

Franz didn't have time for romance. As he ripped his katana up and out through the skull of the killdrone, the human brain broke free of its prison and sprayed its CSF across the windshield of Franz's car. Touching the radio on his collar, he contacted his wheel-girl, "3rd street is clear. This is getting old. We going to be back in time to catch the rest of Bowfinger?"

Just then, a single engine cessna touched down, right wing first, into the intersection. Flipping end over end, the propeller just missed the top of his battle crest banner. Out of the wreckage, another killdrone came stalking forward.

Franz scowled, "never mind, shit just got real." He took two steps forward, looked to the sky and yelled, "You Want a Piece of Me Mother Fucka?!" Just then, the flesh on Franz's right arm fell away in a bloody spray, exposing his robotic arm. He pointed his sword at his enemy and on two wires, his fist clinching his sword fired off on twin rockets.

That was interesting...
Thanks for replying?