Hello their my friends, it is I, the trash can known as close enough has returned for another partner.
Little bit about myself. I am a 21 year old female who plays both female and male characters. My life is extremely hectic and I already have a main RP that has most of my world building skills poured into it. So if you RPed with me before, it might not be as detailed or intricate as far as the world goes, but I hope to make things run smoothly still. I will try to reply at least once a day, but life is very crazy, and things happen.
What I look for in a partner:
Someone who meets me halfway really. I make side characters to fill the story, I hope you'd do the same. You are more than welcome to twist and change the story to build your own characters. This is not just my rp, it's yours as well. I post at a minimum of two paragraphs so long as I am given something to work with, so please give a good post. I'm not asking for a novel if you don't want to write one, but if you only give me a few lines when I know you can make more, than I just won't reply. And like I said, I'll try to post once a day, if you can to, that would be great. If not, try not to have it sit for over a week, once that passes it's really hard to get back into it.
The sight made Tasar's chest grow heavy when he wacthed the babe cry out on the table. Bony hands grasping for anything, as he pleaded with his caretakers for the hope of food. Such hunger was something no one should ever go through, and here was a child who had known nothing but such pain as this. He bit his lip as Torin had to give them a price, trying to save his own skin as the woman began to give him anything she had of value, the coins dancing across the counter and clattering to the cracked surface.
He needed to do something, he needed to find a way to fix this. To fix this horrid place, or at least make it so such horrors were not so common place. This city was dying he knew that, but it was to the point that life never even stand a chance. He needed to figure out the cause of this, why this place was starved so much. They kept trying, new roots desperately tried to grow in a barren wasteland, they had everything, they just needed to get whatever was in there way removed. That's what he was here for...
He's been pulled by magic, by tales and adventure. This was another one of his travels, but it's never rang with such conviction, the elf never felt such a strong desire to see his tale to an end. He simply wandered, and if he found what called him he would move to the next one, but not here, he couldn't turn his back to this place. His violet eyes watched the woman's back as she hugged the child close to heart and fed him the mush, not even tempted to try her hand at tasting the food that lay in her hand. He only hopes that no one would dare take the treasure from her grasp.
Slumping back to his spot, his eyes went wide at the offer to stay in his bed. "Please, don't do that, this is your home I will not take your room or space, or privacy." He didn't want to walk in on something Torin didn't want him to see, or find something he didn't want him to know about. "Some places are better left to yourself, I understand that. I slept outside the past few nights, the floor itself would be a welcome change." He was lying when he said that, nothing in the city would beat sleeping under the stars in a grassy field or in the fluffed branches of a cotton tree. No, the woods was his cradle and even the harshest patch of dirt would feel like the king's plushed bed in comparison to even a noble estate here.
"Though there is something I should offer first. this." He already pulled out the other apple he had, tossing it to Torin while he took the core. He never let a apple go to waste, but it took some effort to figure out how to actually eat the core of an apple and enjoy it. "Don't worry, I can get more. But something tells me that if I'm hungry than you are even more so, besides, it's best when it was picked in the same day and I got these this morning." He already took a bite out of the top of the core, taking away the stem as he leaned against the wall. "I am grateful by the way, you been far kinder than what I thought I'd ever receive here. Than again, I'm not the best with people to begin with." He was always better with animals, yet even so, he seemed at ease around Torin. Eyes half closed as he took another bite of his treat while he listened to the world outside. Still, no matter how easy his posture was, or that he was okay with leaving his bag within Torin's reach, he still made no move to pull down his hood and show his face. He just wasn't ready to chance something like that when he had no idea of how he'd react.
Plots:
The city of Millennium, a cold place of towering buildings that loom over the citizens like a giateen. While it's one of America's greatest cities, and everyone wants to visit. No one would dare live here unless forced to. Crime runs rampet through the streets, gangs rule the slums and poison leaks into politics. What's even worse, is that somehow people that are born here have a chance of being mutated into having a trait that science can not hope to understand. The ability to fly, inhuman strength, invisibility. gravity manipulation. Some use it for good, others ill will.
You are one of the citizens that was born with an ability. What ability that is, is up to you. Sky is the limit so long as its not overpowered. Taking to the streets as a vigilante, you help people with your own rules for your own reasons. Yet things seem to change when you realize there is someone in your area that has similar goals to your own.
A world of very light magic. Potion brewing and what not being the highest form. Humans, Dwarves and Elves being the main races.
You have been a child of privilege, wanting nothing as you live as a noble. Being groomed to be the lord of a quiet forest village, you realize that you have never actually seen the people that you will be ruling over. For whatever reason, reasons your own, you decide to go see the village folk. Seeing the struggles of a peasant as they try to keep warm and bring food to their tables. You're knowledge about the situation is up to you, weather you never cared before, or you just never knew.
As you go through your rounds however, you cross paths with a huntress. The only one that had gained permission to hunt in the surrounding forests to keep the peasants fed just enough to keep them from rioting. A hard creature but one that has knowledge that no one would have expected from a village woman.
The world is full of beasts. Great things of power and danger that lurk on just the other side of the veil. While everyone goes about their day, going to work and trying to survive, they are unaware that they are living alongside true and unbelievable magic. A child's imagination is not really so easily brushed off anymore. There are those who do know of the other side of the veil though. Being able to pass through it with ease and some even deciding to spend the rest of their days on the other side. Ether as a hunter, or a tamer.
A hunter believes that the beasts that wander so close to humanity is a threat that needs to be taken care of. When a beast gets too close, they go to exterminate it. Some take to it with more passion than others, some hunt for reasons that are just their own. But their ideas are still the same, they kill the beasts.
Tamers are seen as crazy. Looking at the creatures with wonder and awe, unmarked by the fear of the animals that wander by the veil. In turn, they have taken to befriending the creatures, offering companionship and taming them to live at their side. Where one would cower under the claw of a Surall, a Tamer would see it as a act of greeting, and present their own hand.
This story is what would happen when a hunter and a tamer meet and show each other their world.
I am only taking in one partner cause I don't want to be stretched too thin. First person to show up and have a good sense of writing gets to pick.
