Nobody is special.

Who are you? Are you someone special? Do people look at you with bedroom eyes? Do they speak to you in a husky tone, so throaty and filled with need that they might buckle at any moment? Do they flirt the line between paramour and friend at any moment? Do they make you feel?

There is a place for Everybody, and a place for Nobody. Nobody's place is in Sinfar. In the world between worlds. Where everyone, and anyone, is special. And when everyone is special, Nobody is special. Nobody believes in second chances, Nobody believes that there's inherent goodness in the human soul, and a quiet, burning optimism. Nobody can convince her otherwise. Nobody has no profession, and nothing special. Nobody is, at the core, a human being, and everything that that implies.

To be human. What does that even mean? Talk to her, and maybe you'll find out. Maybe you'll discover more than you bargained for. To Everyone, Nobody is a friend. Warm words, and soft smiles from lips that could cushion a car crash. Gentle hugs and affectionate cuddles from a body that could birth a thousand babies. Nobody could use a friend. Could you?

Roleplay, to match my own.

Most ERP. It's not you, it's me.