Hello and welcome dear potential partner! This is not first come, first serve. :)
I recently finished Dragon Age Inquisition and all of its DLC. I'm seeking an RP set before, during, or after any of the games. I prefer an alternate time line with OCs but I will play with/as certain canon characters, too. This could be a traditional Templar/mage conflict and romance, a protagonist involved with a companion or OC, a Tevinter noble and their elf slave, a Qunari rebel who was captured outside their borders - there are lots of possibilities.
As per usual DA style, I'd like us to play multiple characters and to contribute to the world as a whole. Of course, favourite characters/pairings might arise and get more screen time.
- A bright young mage in the Kirkwall Circle has lived there all her life. She befriends a kind Templar and they eventually plan to escape from the Circle with him when the time is right. However, a sudden attack on the Chantry and the chaos that ensues knocks their plans off track. They escape separately, believing their friend to be dead. Instead they have a surprising reunion a year later at the Conclave.
- Agents who work for Leliana and Cullen (or other branches of the Inquisition) are sent to play the Game in Orlais. They act as ambassadors, collect information and artifacts, investigate corruption, carry out assassinations, aid in the taking of Keeps. Etc. They can be OC companions of the Inquisitor who directly interact with canon characters and alter storyline events.
- Your suggestion here. I'm open to other pairings and plots!
Preferences
Contacting Me PM me if you're interested or have questions. Tell me about yourself and what you like to RP, and bring some suggestions to the table if possible! Vague one-line PMs will be ignored.
Writing style On average I write 2-5 paragraphs and reply at least once a week. You should be descriptive, have fairly coherent grammar, and actively contribute to the story. Immerse me in a vibrant world, show me complex characters with flaws and emotions! Check my writing samples to see if our styles mesh.
Sample #1 - Reply for an original Medieval Fantasy setting
Yvert's words irritated her somewhat, and the slight flicker in her gaze may have hinted at that. Her brow furrowed for but a moment as he mentioned her worth to him and it took quite a lot of fortitude to not reach out and burn the man's face. Handsome as it was.
"I have much value to those who worship the rightful Queen of the gods," the half-elf snapped back, not taking kindly to her position being ground down in such a basic manner. Yes, she had talent, especially with magic, but she was so much more. Woedica had given her many gifts for serving her dutifully.
Try as she might in her irritation of Yvert, she could not break away from his gaze without a strong push of willpower. He was weathered and aged but so ruggedly wonderful... Satharia batted her lashes a few times and averted the Breaker of Swords for a heartbeat, trying to calm the rush of sudden emotion that flooded her body like a cool spring rushing over parched summer banks. She never had stirrings of any sort around a man before, and not even an inkling around women despite being surrounded by some of the most beautiful specimens in Clought and further recesses of the land. When he spoke her title, indirectly said that she was precious, all of those things sounded sweet like honey to her ears.
But flattery had never gotten a man out of being hanged before in her court, nor would this barbarian be any different. Having sufficiently pushed away her previous invading thoughts, Satharia leaned back over the crate that made up their table. She nudged the wicker bound bottle away from them to clear a space between herself and Yvert. The half-elf lay her elbow upon the makeshift table and reached across the table. Her cool lithe fingers touched his jawline, feeling the grain of stubble beneath her fingertips. She moved her deft digits upward to his cheek and then back down in a gentle sweeping motion to cup his chin.
"For one who so boldly claims Woedica's cult heretical, you certainly sound like her," Satharia observed with a half-smirk upon her rosy lips. Fear and order worked to Woedica's advantage and she would put herself in a position to rule by any means necessary. Much like Yvert's thirst to keep the islands in line beneath his fist.
"You are a difficult man to read, Maker of Orphans," Satharia commented as she slipped her hand back. Everything she saw in his future and past was fiery and bloody. His hold on the islands would be a tumultuous one. Harsh and constantly tested like the lives of the islanders themselves. But perhaps that was how he liked it. Nothing Yvert did ever seemed to be done the easy way, and often came at a cost.
Sample #2 - Reply for an Avatar AU
As soon as she latched onto the waterbender and they began to walk away, Rei thought everything was going to be all right... until he opened his mouth. There must have been something off about him, or perhaps he just didn't understand what it meant to be tactful and witty. She supposed whatever backwoods tribe he came from wasn't exactly used to the cut throat politics her people thrived in, and with a sigh and shrug of her shoulders she looked behind them. "Yeah, that is what's going on," she replied a little more firmly to drive home the point that they just had to keep walking away casually. Well, now she was nervous and thoroughly embarrassed all within the span of about thirty seconds.
She felt her cheeks redden a little when he referred to her as gorgeous and Rei had to avert her glance to keep from blushing too strongly. With their attention wandering away slightly she hoped it would stay that way. The dribble of his waterskin opening and trickling onto the street however must have not evaded their attention, as one of the mercenaries turned around and pointed at Rei's back. "Hey!" he shouted fiercely in a rumbling voice. His partner spun around to see what the commotion was about and the pair gave chase.
"In here!" hissed Rei. Grabbing hold of the waterbender's arm, she yanked him to the left into a nearby alleyway. She planned to use it for some quiet fighting - after all, there was no way for her to know if Lord Yoshido had paid them off. Once they were down the wide alley and faced the opening to the street, Rei took a stance. One hand was tucked toward her body and the other shot out palm forward as a gout of flame danced at her fingertips, waiting to be used if the mercenaries didn't know what was good for them.
Sample #3 - Reply for a Star Wars AU
She would have been perfectly content to keep on drinking until she saw not only the bottom of her glass, but the bottom of the bottle as well. Corellian Blue wasn't something one wasted of course - but given the dire circumstances and her burning need to sell off the damn crystal, Velkira wasn't exactly in a celebratory mood. Instead she merely wanted to melt down under the table and sleep the rest of the day away until she could come up with a plan that would get a Hutt to cave in and take her deal. Since when did those fat bastards ever decline something so shiny and rare?
Her face screwed up slightly at the bitter thought as she swirled her drink around the cup, still latching one hand around her satchel as if to protect the crystal from pick pockets. Nothing on Nal Hutta was ever safe, and no deal was ever above being haggled.
So lost in her thoughts was the scoundrel that she didn't hear the man's voice at first. It was like a nagging buzz in the back of her mind that called on her to turn her head ever so slightly. When she did she could see Iden, see his lips moving and hear a slow paced slew of words. Then like a rubber band everything snapped into place so suddenly that she widened her eyes and leaned away in her chair to give him a once-over before inviting the man to sit down. She wasn't afraid or on alert, but Vel certainly wasn't a fool no matter how much fine liqueur was in her system.
"Suit yourself," Velkira said as she extended a hand to the chair opposite her. People didn't really go to cantinas to make idle chatter and she instantly thought this must have something to do with the crystal in her possession. After all, it was the only thing worth talking about if one saw her and knew enough to realize she was the much talked about scoundrel down on her luck with finding a buyer. Everyone was too afraid of the Sith to make a bold move, and if they were, the reward was lacking.
Tilting her head caused her auburn waves to fall to one side of her face and down her shoulder. Then a smirk tugged on the corners of her rosy lips.
"I've heard plenty of offers lately. I hope for your sake you've got something great in mind," the scoundrel responded as her grin widened a bit. A mix of playfulness and mischief crossed her features as she stared at the odd blue eyed man. She nudged her empty cup over to him in an offer to take a drink if he so wished.
Respect This is a must. Sometimes you lose interest or you can't post for a while. It happens, no hard feelings. Let me know when there's a delay/problem and we'll decide where to go from there.
Communication Tell me what you like and don't like. Want to spice up the plot, change/remove something, or start a new RP entirely? Sure thing! I'm always happy to accommodate your desires so don't be shy. I love to chat OOC and think of my partners as friends, but you can be as personal or impersonal as you want. :)
Mature Themes All of my RPs take place over PMs because they contain mature themes (swearing, violence, erotica) with the intention of keeping things tasteful. Preferences will be discussed privately.
Deal Breakers Extreme fetishes of any kind, god-modding, smut RPs, "doormat" submissive characters, RP abandonment and rude or passive RPers.
