Alfbie
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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
Thread RP
◊ 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
NOTE: Avatar artwork is NOT mine (I wish it was)! It is Thorns by Candra. Used without permission.
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Ya know, when the archer said, "He's gonna die too," I assumed he was talking about the prince of Berinike. I love irony; it would tickle me if that's what he meant even though Kiara thought he was talking about Ostus :)
Finally posted. Thanks for your patience :)
Ostus and his opponent circled each other, both sweaty, dirty, and quite alert. The Callum bastard was actually smirking at him. What, did he think it was a game? Ostus could understand the appeal of a well-matched fight, but Kiara was heavy on his mind; he could not lose focus on her. As if reading each other's thoughts, both men lunged at each other at the same time, swords clashing. The fight was almost irritating; they had yet to land a single solid blow on each other.
Ostus decided to be the first to fight dirty. In a split-second moment of opportunity, as his opponent reared back to take another swing, Ostus kicked dirt into his face. The man staggered back, blinking rapidly, but Ostus gave him no time to even realize what had just happened before he took a risk to step inward, freeing one hand to swing with a solid right-hook that sent the man flying.
He landed with a grunt. Ostus already stood at his side, raising his sword high with the tip of the blade facing downwards, having every intention to literally pin this man to the earth with his broadsword.
He never go that chance.
With a flick of his wrist, two tiny blades flew from the sleeve of the Callum warrior's armor, the tips burrowing into Ostus's chest. He could feel the sharp bite of their blades against his skin, but they hung flimsily from his clothing; the chainmail he wore underneath prevented the weapons from digging in deeper.
"Chainmail, motherfucker," he growled with a dark smirk. "Learn to wear it."
But before he could thrust his sword down, his opponent whipped out a leg -- how in fuck was anyone that flexible -- at blistering speed and force, sending Ostus crashing to the ground before he fully registered what happened. His sword clattered at his side.
The Callum assassin attempted to scramble to his feet. Ostus rolled and grabbed him before he could manage, having no time to pick up his sword first. Ostus swung hard again, blood flying as the man's jawbone cracked. Ostus rolled to pin the stunned man beneath him, but the Callum assassin seized that momentum to continue the roll, now over Ostus. Except he had his sword.
The man punched Ostus first, probably because he could, knocking Ostus's face to the side where he spied a rock beside his head. Letting quick instinct guide him, he snatched that rock just as his opponent slashed his sword forward to slice at Ostus's neck...
The rock collided with the side of the man's head before the blade could take purchase. The man let out a shuddering grunt, blood and teeth flying, as the force of the blow sent him toppling off of Ostus. Ostus scrambled to his feet, kicked the man hard in the ribs, threw the rock at him, then turned to pick up his sword. It wasn't the flashiest or most heroic fight, but when life and death hung at the balance, theatrics didn't matter.
"Kiara!" Ostus yelled. That's who mattered. He charged towards her, not noticing his opponent slowly, very painfully, but quite steadily struggle back on his feet as he shakily pulled a dagger from the side of his boot...
Ostus decided to be the first to fight dirty. In a split-second moment of opportunity, as his opponent reared back to take another swing, Ostus kicked dirt into his face. The man staggered back, blinking rapidly, but Ostus gave him no time to even realize what had just happened before he took a risk to step inward, freeing one hand to swing with a solid right-hook that sent the man flying.
He landed with a grunt. Ostus already stood at his side, raising his sword high with the tip of the blade facing downwards, having every intention to literally pin this man to the earth with his broadsword.
He never go that chance.
With a flick of his wrist, two tiny blades flew from the sleeve of the Callum warrior's armor, the tips burrowing into Ostus's chest. He could feel the sharp bite of their blades against his skin, but they hung flimsily from his clothing; the chainmail he wore underneath prevented the weapons from digging in deeper.
"Chainmail, motherfucker," he growled with a dark smirk. "Learn to wear it."
But before he could thrust his sword down, his opponent whipped out a leg -- how in fuck was anyone that flexible -- at blistering speed and force, sending Ostus crashing to the ground before he fully registered what happened. His sword clattered at his side.
The Callum assassin attempted to scramble to his feet. Ostus rolled and grabbed him before he could manage, having no time to pick up his sword first. Ostus swung hard again, blood flying as the man's jawbone cracked. Ostus rolled to pin the stunned man beneath him, but the Callum assassin seized that momentum to continue the roll, now over Ostus. Except he had his sword.
The man punched Ostus first, probably because he could, knocking Ostus's face to the side where he spied a rock beside his head. Letting quick instinct guide him, he snatched that rock just as his opponent slashed his sword forward to slice at Ostus's neck...
The rock collided with the side of the man's head before the blade could take purchase. The man let out a shuddering grunt, blood and teeth flying, as the force of the blow sent him toppling off of Ostus. Ostus scrambled to his feet, kicked the man hard in the ribs, threw the rock at him, then turned to pick up his sword. It wasn't the flashiest or most heroic fight, but when life and death hung at the balance, theatrics didn't matter.
"Kiara!" Ostus yelled. That's who mattered. He charged towards her, not noticing his opponent slowly, very painfully, but quite steadily struggle back on his feet as he shakily pulled a dagger from the side of his boot...
That was pretty good! You're detailed enough with the fight scenes that they are interesting; digging it :)
I'll respond soon... I just want to get a bit of homework done first so I can put my focus on this. Can't waaaaiiit!
I'll respond soon... I just want to get a bit of homework done first so I can put my focus on this. Can't waaaaiiit!
*bounces up and down with excitement*
No, this is awesome! Pan and Chamera together kick a lot of butt! The village! Woah!
No, this is awesome! Pan and Chamera together kick a lot of butt! The village! Woah!
Aw, that sucks... probably a good time for me to head to bed anyway.
Good luck getting your net back, and good night :)
Good luck getting your net back, and good night :)
White screen of remarkable annoyance is back. *sigh*
Also... it's a post. Meh.
Also... it's a post. Meh.
Ostus has been wondering if it would be worth stealing a peek at Kiara when she let out a very startling cry of alarm.
Ostus whipped around, not giving a shit if the princess was naked or not. No one screamed like that unless they were in some kind of trouble. The red streak on her arm, so startlingly bright, first caught Ostus's eye. Blood. Then the attacker darted through the bushes right at him. He cursed under his breath as he charged, worried that he would not reach the man fast enough...
Kiara side-stepped out of the way. Good girl. Ostus had no time to congratulate her, no time to even smile; he had gained momentum and was now upon the attacker. With a sharp cry, he swung, his first attack more to pull the attacker's attention away from Kiara than anything else. It worked. To keep from getting his head lopped off, this first attacker was forced to turn on Ostus. Though the elf's sword looked heavy, Ostus moved it with efficient ease, the blade arching though the air in deadly accuracy. Focused and light on his feet, he kept pace with this assassin who seemed evenly matched. They danced and scuffled around each other, lunged and thrust, kicking up dirt and clashing swords.
The second arrow knicked Ostus's shoulder; he was lucky it did not pierce his throat or neck. He cursed under his breath, barely managing to raise his sword in time to block his current opponent's attack. "Find cover!" Ostus screamed at Kiara, wondering how he was going to deal with a fighter up close and an archer in the distance. He had to somehow get this fucktard off of him...
Ostus whipped around, not giving a shit if the princess was naked or not. No one screamed like that unless they were in some kind of trouble. The red streak on her arm, so startlingly bright, first caught Ostus's eye. Blood. Then the attacker darted through the bushes right at him. He cursed under his breath as he charged, worried that he would not reach the man fast enough...
Kiara side-stepped out of the way. Good girl. Ostus had no time to congratulate her, no time to even smile; he had gained momentum and was now upon the attacker. With a sharp cry, he swung, his first attack more to pull the attacker's attention away from Kiara than anything else. It worked. To keep from getting his head lopped off, this first attacker was forced to turn on Ostus. Though the elf's sword looked heavy, Ostus moved it with efficient ease, the blade arching though the air in deadly accuracy. Focused and light on his feet, he kept pace with this assassin who seemed evenly matched. They danced and scuffled around each other, lunged and thrust, kicking up dirt and clashing swords.
The second arrow knicked Ostus's shoulder; he was lucky it did not pierce his throat or neck. He cursed under his breath, barely managing to raise his sword in time to block his current opponent's attack. "Find cover!" Ostus screamed at Kiara, wondering how he was going to deal with a fighter up close and an archer in the distance. He had to somehow get this fucktard off of him...
Aaaalrighty!
These are a little challenging for me; bear with me in my response.
These are a little challenging for me; bear with me in my response.
After spending a week with the caravan, Ostus announced that they were stopping where they were. The folks of the caravan were sorry to leave the pair; the children had taken to Kiara especially well, and those assigned to protect the caravan would miss the extra help. But eventually they did part ways, Ostus and Kiara heading for the mountains.
They left the horse at a tiny village in the foothills. Ostus knew most of the people there from his travels and assured Kiara that her mare would be well taken care of. Perhaps, once she was settled in Berinike, she could send someone to retrieve her horse. Until then, there was no possible way the beasts could come with them.
They traveled the entire day through winding, zig-zagging trails along the foothills, sometimes trampling through terrain that was not trailed off at all, Ostus tense and completely on edge. It was imperative they were not seen and followed, and he was worried about attacks.
Finally, at dusk, they entered the true trail head, a thin path that looked more like a faded animal trail cutting through the trees than anything else. Near the secluded trailhead was a small clearing in between a cliffside and a thicket of trees. This was where they set up camp for the first night.
"The climb is not too strenuous," Ostus informed her in a quiet voice after tents were pitched, a fire was built, and food set aside. He currently busied himself with sharpening his sword by the fire. "You should be able to handle it, though you will need trousers and good boots for the trip. I have those, if need be."
They left the horse at a tiny village in the foothills. Ostus knew most of the people there from his travels and assured Kiara that her mare would be well taken care of. Perhaps, once she was settled in Berinike, she could send someone to retrieve her horse. Until then, there was no possible way the beasts could come with them.
They traveled the entire day through winding, zig-zagging trails along the foothills, sometimes trampling through terrain that was not trailed off at all, Ostus tense and completely on edge. It was imperative they were not seen and followed, and he was worried about attacks.
Finally, at dusk, they entered the true trail head, a thin path that looked more like a faded animal trail cutting through the trees than anything else. Near the secluded trailhead was a small clearing in between a cliffside and a thicket of trees. This was where they set up camp for the first night.
"The climb is not too strenuous," Ostus informed her in a quiet voice after tents were pitched, a fire was built, and food set aside. He currently busied himself with sharpening his sword by the fire. "You should be able to handle it, though you will need trousers and good boots for the trip. I have those, if need be."
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