[ ADVANCED - F for M - 18+ please ]

Hey, lovely. I'm seeking ADVANCED males for mature RPs. Please contact me via PMs and, if possible, provide a writing sample. Your questions and ideas are always welcome! :)

Story + Maturity: Plot development and characterization are my focus! Mature themes will be involved, but I don't want a short term, tasteless RP.
Quality: Be able to type 2-3 descriptive paragraphs on average. A longer introduction would be greatly appreciated.
Activity: One or two consistent replies per week will keep me happy and interested. Pretty simple, no?
Communication: Tell me what you want. We can easily make changes if you're bored, dislike something, etc. I won't be upset if you want a hiatus or to end the game completely - just don't abandon our RP without notice!

Check out my preferences to see if we're compatible! Mature details can be discussed via PMs.

IC Preferences [+]

Original ideas. I'm open to modifying these ideas or brainstorming something new!

Original Plots and Pairings [+]

Fandom ideas. Usually OCs in an alternate universe. I'll play with/as certain canon characters, just ask.

Fandom Plots and Pairings [+]

Writing Samples for your viewing pleasure.

Sample #1 from a Viking RP

"And what have you brought us, she-wolf?" asked the Jarl with a bemused look on his face.

He surveyed the female thrall but not in the same way as Vegard, who was practically ready to make some lewd gestures toward her if not for being in his father's company. Although the Jarl was not quite so extreme as his son he was not to be trusted or respected, in Brynja's experience. He was cruel and manipulative and only found his respect through fear. Some said that when the shamans turned from their wolf children they imbued his family with the strength of ten men so his line might rule without interference. She thought it was horse shit, and the look in her eye said as much. Whether the girl would tell these things to the man was beyond Brynja as she ceased paying them too much attention, nor could she hear any muttering from the sound of laughter and the like filling the hall.

"A skinny man and a milk maid." Vegard chimed in as the smirk tugged the corners of his lips. One of Vegard's men came forward and his thick rough fingers were closing into to rake through the girl's hair, though Brynja side stepped and diverted his attempt as she grabbed his forearm. The audible groan of his leather bracer against her vice grip was nearly as loud as the brief growls the woman and man exchanged. Defeated, the raider pulled his arm back, then acted uninterested in the catch. "She would break if I made her warm my bed!" jabbed the raider as he grabbed his groin crudely, evoking Vegard's laugh and others like a sickening echo. As the laughter was at its height Brynja strode forward to the Jarl and the small chest, glaring defiantly at Vegard.

"They are mine and mine alone," began Brynja, throwing a special glance toward the man who had attempted to touch the girl. "I will take what I am due," she told the Jarl flatly. His son seemed to redden in the face as she reached into the chest and pulled out a handful of coin. But she was not one of the high borne families who flocked in his court in hopes of staying in his good graces. Nor was she a farmer or artisan who earned her keep through trade. She was a warrior, although not a favoured one, and would be compensated as such. Tucking the modest handful of coin into a pouch on her waist, she turned to leave the hall and extended an arm to the girl in order to direct her to the door. Her home was just on the outskirts of the village.

Sample #2 from a Mass Effect RP

Lyana tried to laugh along with Zeb as they left the medical bay quarters where she'd been for the better part of the day. It was odd to see so many people scurrying around in Cerberus issued uniforms while under the command of the shit storm squad who brought her in. She couldn't be particularly mad at Zeb for doing his job but, well, she was mad at him for doing his job. Nothing about Cerberus ever sat right with her after she graduated from training and did a year's worth of field work. He was never phased by it or at least that's the way it seemed. Lyana on the other hand was just good at bottling it all away so she could hate her job from within the safe confines of her own mind.

Still, she wasn't spared a few stares as she headed to the laundry with her ex-partner from her fighting days.

"Y'know, I'd much prefer being back on Omega. At least if someone looked at you the wrong way no one would second guess it when you put a pistol to their face. But I guess it's safe to say that won't fly with Cerberus tomorrow," said Lyana with a chuckle. She remembered all the times she'd had sit down conversations with Aria, or met up for a raid at a vorcha breeding ground when those bastards were squealing and howling all around her group mates. Fortunately she never had any particular loyalty to any of the gangs she joined so when thins went south, she split without hard feelings.

Once she gathered up a small armful of clothes including underwear, socks, and some boots that she tucked under her arm, she followed Zeb up another level to the bathroom. Slipping inside the ladies room, she disrobed from the waist down and got to work making sure Zeb wouldn't be able to tease her - or take advantage of - the fact that she enjoyed going commando. Within a minute she resurfaced from the bathroom with a comfortable heavy pair of combat boots announcing her steps softly. "There. Feels a lot better... and I'm sure you're disappointed that you couldn't demand I got changed right in front of you," Lyana teased Zeb.

"So, food?" Clearly, the biotic had her priorities straight.

Sample #3 from a WoW RP

She looked like a ghost of her former self more than anything by the time the druid began to work his magic. Although he seemed to be stepping things up far more than a notch in order to help her, after so easily discarding her to the elements and vengeful naga she helped saved him from. Part of Lavania was certainly damaged by the corrupting tendrils of the dark magic concealed in the orb... but something slowly changed. As the dark haired sin'dorei writhed on the sandy ground in some odd attempt to bring together that euphoric attachment to the orb, as if a parasite had taken up residence in her mind and propelled her to that end alone, the nature of Maroo's healing grew more intense.

Lavania stopped and gasped softly. Perhaps it was the orb's cool glassy surface touching her open hand as if it were sentient. Or maybe it was the renewing effects of the intensive healing the druid conducted. Her hand vibrated softly with a hum from inside the orb but then it became deeper, more menacing. It seemed to be combating the natural magic swirling within her body that was focused on her arrow wound.

Her emerald eyes fluttered open and shut for a short duration before her hand clamped around the orb. It was practically pulsating with energy that sent electric shocks into her hand as the thing screeched within her mind. The healing magic afforded her mind a bit of clarity that the blood elf did not hesitate to use despite the damning circumstances in Silvermoon - and because of that, she made quite the rash decision. A crackling of frost began to form over the glassy orb as it shook in her hand. The ice hardened and grew thicker with every passing second as her strength returned to her through the help of none other than the one who left her die in the first place.

Suddenly the orb cracked within the icy confines of her magic. A painful tremble shook her grasp free as she recoiled with her bloodied palm cupped to her chest. Lavania sat up in the same fluid wide-eyed motion as if she had just been woken up from a terrible dream. Then her gaze fell upon the shattered orb on the ground, shaking back and forth slowly as the luminescence within began to gradually dim like a pair of dying eyes.

"That bastard...." hissed Lavania under her breath. Her brow furrowed as she looked over the ground. Naga corpses, the charred and bloodied earth, the cracked orb. Her state of hunger and sleep deprivation left her quite desperate to take the orb and claim it for her people to return to their good graces, but it came at the cost of her better judgement until the druid intervened. Licking her lips, Lavania slowly cast a glance up to the larger elf beside her. She wanted to thank him and strangle him all at once and seemed torn between both options, as her lips parted but no words came out.

[ ADVANCED - F for M - 18+ please ]

Andronica Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'entrate.

Andronica Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'entrate.

Andronica Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'entrate.

Andronica Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'entrate.

Andronica Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'entrate.

RebelMoon

Andronica Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'entrate.

Andronica Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'entrate.

Andronica Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'entrate.

Andronica Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'entrate.

Andronica Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'entrate.

Andronica Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'entrate.

Andronica Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'entrate.

Andronica Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'entrate.

Andronica Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'entrate.