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[*]I am mainly seeking advanced, descriptive and literate partners, as I put a lot of effort into my writing.
[*]Reading my list of kinks is necessary before messaging me, as it covers everything without having me to address every single detail [url=https://docs.google.com/document/d/1uK6ualpGTre0JpKGsOMrXLgrn-mhzwIx-FCOc-oSaL0/edit?usp=sharing]here[/url]. Don't worry, I made it readable and to the point. There is some extreme themes. [B]PLEASE READ IT BEFORE MESSAGING ME.[/B]
[*]Your gender identity will not effect my choice in writing with you. I am looking for people to write male characters, while I write female roles.
[*]If we are going to write, it's important to me that you're 21+
[*]When you message me, please tell me about yourself as a writer and a writing sample would be appreciated!
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[hider=Writing sample] The torrent of emotions that ravaged her from within for months after his decision had broke Frances into pieces she never thought would ever be fixed. The amount of pain this Qunari had brought her, not only by his decision to outright leave her, but during their turbulent relationship, was something that Frances needed to work on. Sometimes, she felt as if all he ever did was make her unhappy. Or, at the very least, he made her more unhappy than he made her happy altogether throughout the relationship.

However... That did not change the fact that there had always been something there between them. Their messiness aside, there truly was love. Something so complex and dangerous at the same level. There truly was a connection that felt as if it went beyond logic, really. And even though he failed to make her happy at times even when things seemed fine, he simply made her feel complete and content from within. Frances had always been a storm, just like the coast that they have met first time. Volatile, hot with rage, love and empathy, completely restless and always mourning the losses, but... Things changed. [I]She[/I] changed. 

He was perhaps her biggest lesson. She had always felt that she was the one who cared, and yet now she was the one who no longer counted the days past. Was it because everything that was bubbling up within her came out in the torrent of utter emotional despair when she felt abandoned by the one man she adored in her most delicate state? Perhaps. He was a lid that never opened. And she was a volcano that never lied dormant for too long. 

Yet she was the most content now than she ever was before. It took years. She was like a hot blade that needed to be beaten into a perfection. Perhaps she was a late bloomer. And it seemed the results began to show when Tavros no longer saw Frances as a little sister. 

She was also a mother now... To an unusual child. Frances was no longer the emotional, broken child that she used to be. Who would fight when things went the wrong way. Somehow, a reasonable and firm person bloomed out of Frances. She seemed like she was complete by herself, especially now with the little girl now that she had to protect and raise.  And to Frances - her daughter was her whole entire world. At early stages of pregnancy she felt so much anguish and anger, when she first held her daughter in her arms, Frances was inconsolable as she held the baby in her arms, cradling her and apologizing to her. Seeing those little arms, innocent eyes and small pouty lips, Frances' entire world had changed. And deep down, she loved the daughter for another massive reason - despite everything, she was created in the acts of love.

Part of Frances waited for him after she had sent him a letter rather begrudgingly. The only reason she had done it was for the little one to meet her father, but Frances was not all too keen on doing that. But as the years flew by, Frances became more understanding and patient, as she had other things to focus on. The Serpents have been a priority and the girl had been a part of it with her mother. For such a small child, she was very hard-headed and intelligent, also emotional and cautious towards all living things. She was precious, but very clearly had the qualities of both of her parents. It was one of the things that made Frances miss him for the first time in years when she began to see a little bit of him in her... Even though when she was born, Frances hoped she wouldn't pick much from her father. Her feelings changed drastically. She taught the girl not to hate her father. Not to judge him too harshly, even though he was at fault. To give him a chance one day.

And poetically enough... That day would arrive when she would revisit Storm Coast, the place that was so close to her heart. As cold and uncomfortable this place was, it was the meaning of this place that warmed Frances' entire being. Though her heart felt heavy with sorrow nonetheless. An old part of her stirred within her, ready to wail and cry at the past, but Frances from now was calm and collected, holding her daughter's hand.

And once they reached the coast, Frances stood in front of her, hands cradling the small face that was hidden partially in the shadows from the hood. The girl looked up at her, with clear uncertainty, almost teary eyed. And Frances smiled softly at her, knowing exactly how she felt. "He is a good man. And I know he loved you the moment he knew about you, [I]Kadan[/I]." saying those words was hard for Frances to say with a content look on her face as her eyes welled up with tears, knowing that without a shadow of a doubt. She couldn't say how did he feel about her, but she knew that he would've adored his daughter with his entire being that he'd be ready to give his life for her. Frances no longer deemed herself important in this matter. Even though her heart ached heavily with the thought.

She noticed the way the girl looked to the side, leaning a little bit and gasped softly. Frances simply took a deep breath. She knew what it was. She could practically [I]feel him[/I] behind her, taking long, heavy steps. He was standing there, looking at the cloaked figure, while she was frozen there for a long moment. She was recollecting herself until she finally had gathered up all the strength her entire being possessed and looked over her shoulder, her being cloaked in dark fabric like before, she saw the large, looming figure staring at them. It was so hard to look at him like this. Her heart soared in her chest. It was thumping so hard and fast she practically did not feel her legs. Frances from before would've reacted harshly. Maybe leap from joy, run into him, start kicking him, yelling and crying...

But this Frances only offered him a small smile, the littlest she could provide, even though deep down she wanted to react differently. And she saw the torment within him that she hadn't witnessed before on him. He fell onto his knees in this silence, with nothing but the raging waves cutting through the silence. She said nothing. There was no need to say anything. She simply guided the much smaller figure, though definitely taller than a typical [I]human[/I] three year old. The smaller figure was very obviously very hesitant and uncomfortable, but still did as her mother guided her. She stood there, stiff and looking at the large man with an expression that gave out just how emotional the child was, but she did not react. She simply stared with the intense green eyes that matched her mother's.

Little could be revealed from the hood over her head, but it was obvious that the body for the girl gave out that she had Qunari blood. Greyish skin, more defined stature even for such a young child and small horns that were forming at the top part of her forehead. But the rest? She had red hair that was styled in small braids like Frances used to wear, vibrant green eyes, freckles decorating the skin and very animated expression that betrayed the emotion she had felt. She was much like her mother on that front.

And the mother? She looked more mature and a little more hardened. A cut across her left cheek and eyebrow, calmer expression and a little more defined features. She did not have that same untamed fire within her. But there was a lot of warmth that still came from Frances as she silently stared at him.

"That's... him?" the girl asked very hesitantly, looking up at Frances and not wanting to budge.

"Yes... That's him, [I]Kadan[/I]. That's your father." Frances softly said, her hold on her daughter's shoulders firm and protective. 

The girl looked at the kneeling Qunari, little afraid, but very clearly puzzled. "Why is he sad?" with that confused look, she looked up and Frances. "You too..."

To that, Frances simply smiled and looked down at her, feeling as if the more she looks at him, the more she'll begin to break. Her daughter brought her strength to keep it together, even though she could feel what he had felt in that moment. And she only smiled at the girl. She gave no answers. Just a soft caress over the small head of the beloved child.[/hider] 

[h3][B][COLOR=red]Demands that you have to meet before we start communicating:[/COLOR][/B][/h3]

We all have standards. And these are mine. I'm a woman who knows what she wants. Do you think you suit these expectations? Well, reach out! 
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[*]If you see my writing sample in the spoiler you'll see what I like to see in writing in general, as well as what you'll get when we start writing. [B]I expect similar amount of detail and effort in writing, both in smut and the story in general.[/B]
[*]Decent grammar, I'm far from perfect and considering that English is my second language, typos sometimes escape me, I still try my best to give you a readable post. 
[*][B][I][U]SEND ME YOUR WRITING SAMPLE IN YOUR FIRST MESSAGE PLEASE AND THANK YOU.[/U][/I][/B]
[*]I need [I]at the very least[/I] 300+ words per post. Detail. All the nitty gritty stuff. I'll let it slide in some scenes where there's action and conversation sequences that feel like back and forth.
[*]Please introduce yourself in the first post. Tell me about your writing, your likes and dislikes and throw everything my way. I literally mean everything. I'll sit down with my legs waving back and forth excitedly when I get a massive introduction post that is dripping with personality, inspiration and creativity. [B]First impressions matter.[/B]
[*]I always have romance and smut in my stories, I don't do fade to black.[/LIST]

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[*]Multi paragraph to novella length posts, the least I'll post is two paragraphs, depending on the scene.
[*]My activity depends. It can be every day, every other day, once a week, once a month... Depends. It is important that we speak OOC so I can keep you updated.
[*]I pay close attention to detail when writing, I love to be detailed and bring the scene to life.
[*]The smut I write is very detailed. I expect the same in turn.
[*]I am hiatus and break friendly - even if you're gone for months, I'll be on board when you come back.
[*]OOC chatting is extremely important to me.
[*]I have very little limits when it comes to subjects in writing and am open-minded.
[*]I am obsessed with aesthetic and use images for roleplay whenever I can. Let me know ahead of time if this is something that doesn't interest you.
[*]I am a SUCKER for a slowburn - I hate rushing things.
[*]I'm big on world and character building, including side characters with some nuance to them, and so forth. I'm a big team player as well, so I'll need your help with some things!
[*]I will always be ready to make compromises with you. I don't expect us to like the same things, but I am happy to meet somewhere in the middle with you.
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[center][h3][B][COLOR=red]In this segment of FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT in World of Darkness...[/COLOR][/B][/h3]

If you're familiar with WoD lore, you'd know just how dark and fucked up some parts of it are. And that's exactly what I want to explore. I am definitely down to play majority of the WoD franchises, but VtM is my main one and I'm most interested in it. I've been a WoD storyteller for several years like 3 years ago and I have a lot of experience when it comes to this universe. 

I am only interested in playing a modern day, big city setting. Working on character sheet and updating as time goes is definitely on the table if you as a GM prefer it that way. Dice system, I would prefer it to be more simple, but also on the table. I'd love my character to be rewarded and punished as the story goes on, I am a masochist when it comes to good, challenging writing.

I want to start this roleplay from the very beginning. MC is a studious human who had studied (or is still studying) archeology and also has a great interest in occult and mythology. She always wanted to dig and know more. And this thirst for knowledge had led her into a rabbit hole of ghost hunting, urban exploring, as well as breaking into museums at night. She is following whatever news came about any artifacts coming into the city and desperately she would take whatever measure responsible to get a look on it from up close and personal.

Perhaps her professor or mentor, someone she truly looked up to, a weird man, is not what he actually seems, and he is giving her some strange clues...

However, her daring explorations and antics would eventually lead her to incredibly fascinating but even more disturbing discoveries that will change her life for good. She probably had earned a little bit of a reputation among the things that go bump in the night. At first, out of simple fascination of her curiosity and downright stupidity to risk her life this way, nobody touches her. As a matter of fact, she maybe [I]befriends[/I] some of the creatures. Kindred, Garou, Fae, you name it. Perhaps they want to lead her away from her discoveries, or they lure her to what may be her [I]demise[/I], just to set her on a trial, unbeknownst to her. Until she starts discovering the skeletons in closets...

And by skeletons, that can be actual murder scene. Something maddening.

And the conclusion of the first segment of FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT, she dies... Well, kinda dies. She is embraced by a Kindred. And to make matters more complicated, she ends up becoming a Thin-Blood, a feared omen of the end of an era for Kindred, only continuing to trouble the curious human turned a half-vamp...

And where do we go from here?

If this fascinates you, please let me know! I'd love to discuss this!
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