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STATUS: Hey, all! I will be away on a week-long camping trip from 8/7 to 8/13 and won't be able to respond to RP during that time. I will send replies as soon as I return. Happy summer! 7 yrs ago
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Hey, all! I will be away on a week-long camping trip from 8/7 to 8/13 and won't be able to respond to RP during that time. I will send replies as soon as I return. Happy summer!
7 yrs ago
Sorry for my disappearance! Out of town for a couple days; thought I'd have internet but I thought wrong. Will post as soon as I can!
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7 yrs ago
That feel-good feeling when you catch up on RPs. For everyone currently writing with me; thank you for your patience. You're all wonderful :)
7 yrs ago
I finally put something in the bio section of this thing! I even made it pretty, ooooh!
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7 yrs ago
RP'd with me, been gone for a while, and wanting to start something up again? Don't be shy; I'm active!
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Why, Hello There!
Welcome to my nifty little hovel! *bows* Who you'll find here is an aspiring writer with over 15 years of various RP experience. I prefer plot-driven fantasy and/or supernatural RPs with a romantic twist. I write from the mid-casual to high-advanced levels and am fairly open-minded when it comes to mature content. I am always looking for new RP partners, so if any of this sounds interesting to you, don't be shy!
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What I Look For in an RP Partner
◊ You must be *this tall* to write with me. Please be over 18.
◊ One liners are the devil. Though I prefer literate quality over quantity (especially when it comes to dialogue), if you're the type that practically writes a novel per post, I'll love you forever. If you can only crank out a couple of paragraphs but they engage me, I'll be just as excited. All I ask is a touch of effort.
◊ Get your chit chat on. I like to make friends with my RP partners, so if you're the type that loves OOC chat, by all means yammer away! I also LOVE discussing the RP, so please please please don't hesitate to speak your mind if you're bored, stuck, have an idea, or just want to be silly in OOC with your characters. I am remarkably flexible and would rather rewrite scenes and/or scrap weeks/months of RP for something new than watch one die due to lack of communication.
◊ Leave you slice-of-life, fluff, and tavern RP at the door. I have nothing against these things--in fact I expect any and all of these things in my RP and then some because that's the stuff of developing character relationships. However, I need more--conflict, a purpose, a goal, some sort of basic storytelling device to keep the RP going. Essentially, I need direction through plot; I get lost and anxious if all our characters ever do is talk.
◊ Own your flakiness. We've all done it--ditched an RP without a word. It happens. I understand. But please tell me if you're just not feeling it or if you need to take a break for any reason. I am incredibly patient and have picked RPs back up that have been under hiatus for months and even years. Thus, your absence would be just that--absence. If you are someone that has suddenly ditched without a word and want to return, hit me up! I promise I won't gripe or fuss; I'm just happy to RP.
Get it--got it--good! If I haven't scared you away by this point, please drop me a PM! Even if you don't have a specific idea in mind, I am more than happy to help you brainstorm something awesome.
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My Roleplays
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◊ Rising Winds and Shifting Sands (Active) with Nemaisare
◊ Underneath (Active) with Nemaisare
◊ The Lost Princess (Inactive) with Aelin
◊ Crimson Moons (Inactive) with Love Dove
◊ Vanish Into Light (Inactive) with El Taco Taco
◊ The Empress of the Underground (Inactive) with mamagermany
◊ A Journey for Peace (Inactive) with Arrayah
PM RP Partners
◊ CoyoteLovely
◊ Light the Dark
◊ Burning Daisies
◊ Hellish Hin
◊ Jinny
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Me too, actually *sigh* But, that is life!
Ah, the distractions of homework! Apologies for the shorter response. Because it is dialogue, I didn't want to get too ahead of myself.
"I am not a fucking fool," Ostus hissed back, instantly annoyed. "We are going to be traveling together for a very long time. How are we supposed to come across as not knowing each other when we're traveling together? Maybe if you had gotten out more, you would know that women typically don't leave these city walls alone. Because of the war, the roads are teaming with bandits; I don't know how many damn times I've been assigned to try to weed them back, the annoying little fuckers. You wouldn't last one day out here.
"So if you don't like my story, give me something I can work with because I'd rather not have to pretend I'm in love with you. We look nothing alike, so I can't label us siblings... maybe if we were both elves or both humans I could call you the third cousin I'd rather not know..." Ostus continued, grumbling more to himself than anything else.
The line came to a halt as each visitor passed through the gate with a final inspection. Ostus could remember a time when such protocols weren't necessary; how war changed even the lives of those that never entered battle.
"While you think about your answer, since you're so much smarter than I, follow me to the stables to get our horses. The stables are right over there." He pointed at a building only a few yards away.
"So if you don't like my story, give me something I can work with because I'd rather not have to pretend I'm in love with you. We look nothing alike, so I can't label us siblings... maybe if we were both elves or both humans I could call you the third cousin I'd rather not know..." Ostus continued, grumbling more to himself than anything else.
The line came to a halt as each visitor passed through the gate with a final inspection. Ostus could remember a time when such protocols weren't necessary; how war changed even the lives of those that never entered battle.
"While you think about your answer, since you're so much smarter than I, follow me to the stables to get our horses. The stables are right over there." He pointed at a building only a few yards away.
Ostus cast a sideways glance her way, observing Kiara carefully. She made for a passable peasant girl; good. He'd be impressed if he wasn't still mad at her. An underlying desire to want to stare longer didn't help. He looked away.
"You do realize that we will be traveling for weeks," he said as he began to move forward, assuming Kiara would follow. "Long, blistering, agonizing weeks with the sorry likes of you..."
They blended in easily with the crowd, the air filled with the scents of baked bread and sausage, of sweat and horse manure, of flowers and leather... the scents of the marketplace followed the line of traveling merchants toward the city gates.
Astora pride showed in every corner of this city, from the tidy buildings to the clean, dusty roads, to the busy, smiling faces all around. Astora's values meant that there was little in the way of poverty and any traveling merchant lucky enough to sale his wares here usually made at least a little profit. The country wasn't without its faults, its shadows, and dark sides, Ostus knowing every single one of them, but compared to other places he had traveled to, this country was a gem. A dwarf and an elf to his right were discussing finance as they walked. Two goblins were singing a song together to his left; they were drunk, but were not bothering anyone, so Ostus thought it more amusing than anything else. Two young human children sat in the back of a wagon in front of them, feet dangling over the side as they watched Ostus and Kiara quietly. Ostus made a face, then winked. The little girl gasped in surprise. The little boy snickered. Ostus grinned.
Ostus would miss this place. He gazed around as he felt himself begin to relax, taking note of the canopy of the trees and the fireflies just beginning to emerge; Berenike was nothing like this place. The lawmakers of Astora actually cared for their people and worked hard for them. He glanced at Kiara, wondering what role she played as princess for this country. Had she ever walked among her people like this? How would they react if they knew the journey she was about to undertake could possibly end the war?
This made Ostus feel guilty all over again.
But instead of apologizing, he gruffly blurted out, very quietly, "I have horses arranged for us at the stables near the gate. We'll be following a traveling caravan tonight; we'll stay with them for a few days until we draw closer to the mountains. We are to pretend to be a husband and wife. I am a new blacksmith hoping to get started in the business and you can be whatever the fuck you want so long as these people believe you."
"You do realize that we will be traveling for weeks," he said as he began to move forward, assuming Kiara would follow. "Long, blistering, agonizing weeks with the sorry likes of you..."
They blended in easily with the crowd, the air filled with the scents of baked bread and sausage, of sweat and horse manure, of flowers and leather... the scents of the marketplace followed the line of traveling merchants toward the city gates.
Astora pride showed in every corner of this city, from the tidy buildings to the clean, dusty roads, to the busy, smiling faces all around. Astora's values meant that there was little in the way of poverty and any traveling merchant lucky enough to sale his wares here usually made at least a little profit. The country wasn't without its faults, its shadows, and dark sides, Ostus knowing every single one of them, but compared to other places he had traveled to, this country was a gem. A dwarf and an elf to his right were discussing finance as they walked. Two goblins were singing a song together to his left; they were drunk, but were not bothering anyone, so Ostus thought it more amusing than anything else. Two young human children sat in the back of a wagon in front of them, feet dangling over the side as they watched Ostus and Kiara quietly. Ostus made a face, then winked. The little girl gasped in surprise. The little boy snickered. Ostus grinned.
Ostus would miss this place. He gazed around as he felt himself begin to relax, taking note of the canopy of the trees and the fireflies just beginning to emerge; Berenike was nothing like this place. The lawmakers of Astora actually cared for their people and worked hard for them. He glanced at Kiara, wondering what role she played as princess for this country. Had she ever walked among her people like this? How would they react if they knew the journey she was about to undertake could possibly end the war?
This made Ostus feel guilty all over again.
But instead of apologizing, he gruffly blurted out, very quietly, "I have horses arranged for us at the stables near the gate. We'll be following a traveling caravan tonight; we'll stay with them for a few days until we draw closer to the mountains. We are to pretend to be a husband and wife. I am a new blacksmith hoping to get started in the business and you can be whatever the fuck you want so long as these people believe you."
That was good insight on Kiara; looks like there's a lot Ostus needs to learn about her if he ever gets around to bothering to do so, heh.
I wonder if there have been several assassination attempts on Kiara's life thus far. If so, poor girl. She knows more about living in fear than Ostus thinks she does, but she chooses to do something about it.
Also, the fact that the assassin was from Berinike will make her first meeting with Lamont all the more interesting :3
I should shut up now -- I like to analyze everything, lol
I wonder if there have been several assassination attempts on Kiara's life thus far. If so, poor girl. She knows more about living in fear than Ostus thinks she does, but she chooses to do something about it.
Also, the fact that the assassin was from Berinike will make her first meeting with Lamont all the more interesting :3
I should shut up now -- I like to analyze everything, lol
Kiara's questioning annoyed Ostus, though he expected it coming. It was just like a woman to criticize in this fashion, and it was all he could do from rolling his eyes at her. Furthermore, her ignorance at the way he treated her further cemented the gap between someone like him and someone like her. Astora offered many wonderful privileges for its citizens that other countries did not, but equality wasn't one of them, as much as others liked to believe otherwise. At the end of the day, there were those that fought wars and those that stood back and discussed them. There were those that made swords, those that fought and died by those swords, and those that merely discussed what happened. Sure, Astora's palace may not be nearly so grand and imposing as the Berinike castle, and the politicians that ran the country boasted about not being paid as much, but he could almost bet his life that this girl had not seen real combat, had not almost died time and time again to someone fighting for their loved ones back at their country. She had probably never been close to anyone only to have those friends die right in battle right next to him. And for what? This war had been going on for so long that Ostus didn't know what they were fighting for anymore. Most soldiers didn't. No wonder this had gone on for so long.
He licked his lips, prepared to tell her just that when she blurted out her comment about marriage.
The expression on Kiara's face wasn't lost on Ostus. He hadn't realized how much his comment had hurt her, which plunged his heart into guilt...
...for all of a second, when she opened her mouth and continued the argument. That guilt flared to anger.
"Because it is that easy," he snapped back, feeling his jaw tighten by the anger. "Because if this would have happened a lot sooner, countless lives would have been spared. You think you know fucking everything that goes on around you, but you don't. You haven't seen the fields of slaughtered soldiers, perished to keep up your lavish lifestyle. You haven't lost friends, loved ones... you haven't woken up and wondered if that would be the last time you'd ever see a sunrise. Do you realize how many people would love to be in your shoes right now? Do you know how many people would rather get married to some stranger and live to make the most out of the situation than be just another nameless dead body in another battlefield? I'm sorry you have to marry a fucking stranger and I hope he isn't one of those wife-beating pricks, but pull your head out of your ass just long enough to--"
He cut himself off, realizing that Kiara was no longer paying attention. She was ignoring him, leaving. Ostus fumed.
"Fine," he called out after her. "Do what you want, feel how you wish. My job isn't to get involved with your bullshit opinions. My job is just to get your ass safely from point A to point B and that's exactly what I'm going to do. Find yourself some peasant clothes to wear and pack lightly; we leave tonight as the sun sets."
The next few hours were a blur as he worked through his own anger to get ready. Kiara's hurt-stricken expression seemed to have burned into his mind; he couldn't stop thinking about it. Admittedly, he did feel guilty about what he had said to her. She was willingly about to embark on a potentially dangerous journey to marry the enemy for him, for her country, so that everyone could maintain the lifestyle and ideals Astora had shed so much blood to keep. Still, she knew so little about the world outside the palace walls... she had never experienced the hardships he had endured...
The inner turmoil between guilt and anger left Ostus more emotionally drained than he liked. He waited quietly just outside the palace, back leaned against the wall, as he watched the sun begin to sink into the horizon. As though drawn to its fading light, traveling merchants with their wares filled the streets, slowly rolling down the dusty road in their wagons towards the city gates. Some would go home to their villages. Some would camp out in the nearest town and either move on the next morning or return. Even during war, Astora was always alive with trade and commerce; it was the country's lifeblood. The soldier was dressed in a faded green tunic, grey trousers, and matching boots. The long-sleeved shirt beneath the tunic hid the chain mail he wore underneath. His broadsword was sheathed and strapped to his back; with bandits in abundance on the roads, it was not at all uncommon for travelers to be armed.
He longed for a good stiff drink. A hot meal. A rousing story or two from an over-eager bard. Perhaps even a bar wench to share his bed with for the night. He expected he would be unable to relax like that for a good few weeks at least. He hoped Princess Kiara knew how to ride a horse. It was going to be a very long trip indeed...
He licked his lips, prepared to tell her just that when she blurted out her comment about marriage.
The expression on Kiara's face wasn't lost on Ostus. He hadn't realized how much his comment had hurt her, which plunged his heart into guilt...
...for all of a second, when she opened her mouth and continued the argument. That guilt flared to anger.
"Because it is that easy," he snapped back, feeling his jaw tighten by the anger. "Because if this would have happened a lot sooner, countless lives would have been spared. You think you know fucking everything that goes on around you, but you don't. You haven't seen the fields of slaughtered soldiers, perished to keep up your lavish lifestyle. You haven't lost friends, loved ones... you haven't woken up and wondered if that would be the last time you'd ever see a sunrise. Do you realize how many people would love to be in your shoes right now? Do you know how many people would rather get married to some stranger and live to make the most out of the situation than be just another nameless dead body in another battlefield? I'm sorry you have to marry a fucking stranger and I hope he isn't one of those wife-beating pricks, but pull your head out of your ass just long enough to--"
He cut himself off, realizing that Kiara was no longer paying attention. She was ignoring him, leaving. Ostus fumed.
"Fine," he called out after her. "Do what you want, feel how you wish. My job isn't to get involved with your bullshit opinions. My job is just to get your ass safely from point A to point B and that's exactly what I'm going to do. Find yourself some peasant clothes to wear and pack lightly; we leave tonight as the sun sets."
The next few hours were a blur as he worked through his own anger to get ready. Kiara's hurt-stricken expression seemed to have burned into his mind; he couldn't stop thinking about it. Admittedly, he did feel guilty about what he had said to her. She was willingly about to embark on a potentially dangerous journey to marry the enemy for him, for her country, so that everyone could maintain the lifestyle and ideals Astora had shed so much blood to keep. Still, she knew so little about the world outside the palace walls... she had never experienced the hardships he had endured...
The inner turmoil between guilt and anger left Ostus more emotionally drained than he liked. He waited quietly just outside the palace, back leaned against the wall, as he watched the sun begin to sink into the horizon. As though drawn to its fading light, traveling merchants with their wares filled the streets, slowly rolling down the dusty road in their wagons towards the city gates. Some would go home to their villages. Some would camp out in the nearest town and either move on the next morning or return. Even during war, Astora was always alive with trade and commerce; it was the country's lifeblood. The soldier was dressed in a faded green tunic, grey trousers, and matching boots. The long-sleeved shirt beneath the tunic hid the chain mail he wore underneath. His broadsword was sheathed and strapped to his back; with bandits in abundance on the roads, it was not at all uncommon for travelers to be armed.
He longed for a good stiff drink. A hot meal. A rousing story or two from an over-eager bard. Perhaps even a bar wench to share his bed with for the night. He expected he would be unable to relax like that for a good few weeks at least. He hoped Princess Kiara knew how to ride a horse. It was going to be a very long trip indeed...
Of course... I meant the post will be waiting here by the morning for you to reply to after classes, homework, work and other such things...
I didn't mean that I hoped you would reply by the morning or in the morning.
Anyway, thank you :D
I didn't mean that I hoped you would reply by the morning or in the morning.
Anyway, thank you :D
Rofl, alright, sounds good :)
Gotta finish up this homework project before midnight (it's almost 11 my time). I'll respond before I got to bed tonight, but probably best not to wait around right now for it. It shall be waiting for you in the morning, hehe
Finally, an RP partner that clicks from the get-go! I'm very excited :D
But on that note, I'll let ya go! Good luck with homework and work :)
Gotta finish up this homework project before midnight (it's almost 11 my time). I'll respond before I got to bed tonight, but probably best not to wait around right now for it. It shall be waiting for you in the morning, hehe
Finally, an RP partner that clicks from the get-go! I'm very excited :D
But on that note, I'll let ya go! Good luck with homework and work :)
haha, just now reading your comment...
I'll wrap up the scene... I can also incorporate a time skip if you wish... how far should I go forward? To the two of them about to leave?
I'll wrap up the scene... I can also incorporate a time skip if you wish... how far should I go forward? To the two of them about to leave?
LOVED your post! I knew that last comment Ostus made would get her going!
Can't have them like each other too soon in the RP ;p
Are we wrapping up this scene? If so, I'll end it; it'll be a good place to stop *nod*
Can't have them like each other too soon in the RP ;p
Are we wrapping up this scene? If so, I'll end it; it'll be a good place to stop *nod*
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