I always intended to go to college and finish right after high school, but I was a moron that fell in love with a dude from another country, eloped, dropped out, and moved to said country (Canada) in hopes of resuming college up there. That never happened, lol.
Ten years later and I'm divorced and back in the States. Go figure. Ah, such is life.
I had no plans for Kiara's parents -- I just tossed that little bit in there to make things interesting. So far, there's nothing planned to back that statement up, but that can be developed later. I like planting little plot seeds here and there, hehe.
Sidia is just Obsidian without the first two letters, lol. I wanted the last name after some sort of rock or stone or what-not.
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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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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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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
NOTE: Avatar artwork is NOT mine (I wish it was)! It is Thorns by Candra. Used without permission.
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I hear ya. I dropped out of college years ago, like an idiot, and am now trying to finish up. Ugh. Soon, though. Sooooon.
The guard's expression was iron-hard. He did not bristle in anger nor shrink back in trepidation. Instead, he locked gazes with her, unyielding to her words. "If you truly are the princess of Astora, then you should know that this is your home now; you will have no need for weapons. I am not willing to take the risk of letting you inside this castle fully armed only to have you be an assassin pretending to be the princess."
"If this is Princess Kiara's home, then there is no reason to disarm her," Ostus snapped, "because there would be no reason to harm her new neighbors."
The guard whirled around. "You dare to--"
One of the castle gate doors opened enough for a man to step through. He was tall, stocky, and of a much broader build than Ostus; the man looked like he could knock down three normal-sized men in a single tackle. His was fully armed, the metal a gleaming black with yellow trim, a thick black cloak draped over his shoulders. He was bald, his skin the color of a deep mahogany, with a salt-and-pepper beard that hinted at his age. Dark eyes narrowed, ignoring everyone around him except for the princess, who he stared at intently.
Both guards gasped and immediately dropped to one knee, heads bowed. A faint rustling above indicated that the archers had withdrawn their arrows.
Ostus knew why. This was King Hugo Sidia of Berinike, a man who fought in almost every battle against Astora in this war since the start of his reign. Not only was it common for royalty of Berinike to fight alongside their soldiers, it was expected. It showed in this man's confidant stance, so natural and intimidating, in the scar that ran across his face from his left eyebrow, across his nose, to the bottom of the right side of his jaw, and in the way the others around him reacted; the king was armed and alert, meaning there was no need for further security.
Though Ostus had never faced the king in combat, he had always daydreamed about someday killing him. It was a goal shared by most of his comrades. No one in Astora could understand why the king and five of his six sons would risk their lives and their dynasty in battle. All five of those sons had died by Astorian blades; many called the king mad for allowing his sons to cast away their lives so carelessly. Many strategic attempts were made on his life, but somehow, all attempts on the king's life were thwarted. If only his sons had shown the same skill. Many joked that the man was invincible or immortal. As hated as he was, many respected his talent for battle tactics.
Ostus did not bow. In fact, he stood firmly in place, shoulders thrown back, his gaze hard. He would never submit to this man.
King Sidia, however, ignored Ostus completely as though he wasn't even there. "That is the princess of Astora," he remarked, his voice a deep, rich baritone. "She looks like her mother. Return her footman's weapons. Princess Kiara, follow me."
He turned, his cape fluttering behind him. It bore the yellow crest of the dragon.
Ostus exhaled, not realizing that he had been holding his breath. How did King Sidia know what Kiara's mother looked like? Furthermore, how had he not said something, anything, to the man he wanted to kill for so long? Instead, he had stood there like a dufus, angry at himself for not taking some sort of action. He glanced at Kiara as the guards begrudgingly handed back all of his weapons.
"If this is Princess Kiara's home, then there is no reason to disarm her," Ostus snapped, "because there would be no reason to harm her new neighbors."
The guard whirled around. "You dare to--"
One of the castle gate doors opened enough for a man to step through. He was tall, stocky, and of a much broader build than Ostus; the man looked like he could knock down three normal-sized men in a single tackle. His was fully armed, the metal a gleaming black with yellow trim, a thick black cloak draped over his shoulders. He was bald, his skin the color of a deep mahogany, with a salt-and-pepper beard that hinted at his age. Dark eyes narrowed, ignoring everyone around him except for the princess, who he stared at intently.
Both guards gasped and immediately dropped to one knee, heads bowed. A faint rustling above indicated that the archers had withdrawn their arrows.
Ostus knew why. This was King Hugo Sidia of Berinike, a man who fought in almost every battle against Astora in this war since the start of his reign. Not only was it common for royalty of Berinike to fight alongside their soldiers, it was expected. It showed in this man's confidant stance, so natural and intimidating, in the scar that ran across his face from his left eyebrow, across his nose, to the bottom of the right side of his jaw, and in the way the others around him reacted; the king was armed and alert, meaning there was no need for further security.
Though Ostus had never faced the king in combat, he had always daydreamed about someday killing him. It was a goal shared by most of his comrades. No one in Astora could understand why the king and five of his six sons would risk their lives and their dynasty in battle. All five of those sons had died by Astorian blades; many called the king mad for allowing his sons to cast away their lives so carelessly. Many strategic attempts were made on his life, but somehow, all attempts on the king's life were thwarted. If only his sons had shown the same skill. Many joked that the man was invincible or immortal. As hated as he was, many respected his talent for battle tactics.
Ostus did not bow. In fact, he stood firmly in place, shoulders thrown back, his gaze hard. He would never submit to this man.
King Sidia, however, ignored Ostus completely as though he wasn't even there. "That is the princess of Astora," he remarked, his voice a deep, rich baritone. "She looks like her mother. Return her footman's weapons. Princess Kiara, follow me."
He turned, his cape fluttering behind him. It bore the yellow crest of the dragon.
Ostus exhaled, not realizing that he had been holding his breath. How did King Sidia know what Kiara's mother looked like? Furthermore, how had he not said something, anything, to the man he wanted to kill for so long? Instead, he had stood there like a dufus, angry at himself for not taking some sort of action. He glanced at Kiara as the guards begrudgingly handed back all of his weapons.
Cool, same here :)
If I know I'm gonna be gone for a while (a week or more), I'll let you know.
If I know I'm gonna be gone for a while (a week or more), I'll let you know.
Ostus brushed off Kiara's comment with a knowing smirk. "You bet your ass I don't know my place," he said, eyeing the guards. "Now, as she said..."
The two guards sent Ostus scathing glances before exchanging looks and a nod. One of the guards stepped forward. "We will see about this," he said, his voice heavily accented. He eyed Kiara. "Your coloring suggests you're from Astora, but you do not look like any princess." He turned his gaze to Ostus. "Your weapons, give them up."
Ostus didn't like entering unfamiliar territory, especially enemy territory, unarmed. What if all of this was just a ruse to kill the princess or take her hostage? He eyed the man in challenge, unmoving. Both guards placed their hands on the hilts of their swords. One of them glanced up. Ostus flickered his gaze upward along the massive stone wall to see several archers at the top, arrows at the ready. Damn. It seemed he would not have a choice in the matter.
Keeping his smirk, he removed his broadsword from his back, passing it over to the guard, who in turn handed it to his partner.
"Move a muscle and you will die along with your supposed princess," the guard said. "If you are as you say you are, then your weapons will be returned to you." With that, the guard began to disarm Ostus further. Somehow this guard knew all the places where Ostus kept daggers hidden; these men were well-trained. Ostus gritted his teeth throughout it all. Even if he somehow managed to attack this guard and position him as a shield against falling arrows, there would be no way he'd be able to also save Kiara from the archers' line of sight. He swallowed his pride and endured, inwardly reminding himself that there was no reason to attack, that these men would not harm them, that they were supposed to be here. It was difficult; he had been fighting Berinike men for most of his life.
Once finished, the guard stepped in front of Kiara, coal-black eyes studying her with disdain. "You as well. Pass over all of your weapons."
The two guards sent Ostus scathing glances before exchanging looks and a nod. One of the guards stepped forward. "We will see about this," he said, his voice heavily accented. He eyed Kiara. "Your coloring suggests you're from Astora, but you do not look like any princess." He turned his gaze to Ostus. "Your weapons, give them up."
Ostus didn't like entering unfamiliar territory, especially enemy territory, unarmed. What if all of this was just a ruse to kill the princess or take her hostage? He eyed the man in challenge, unmoving. Both guards placed their hands on the hilts of their swords. One of them glanced up. Ostus flickered his gaze upward along the massive stone wall to see several archers at the top, arrows at the ready. Damn. It seemed he would not have a choice in the matter.
Keeping his smirk, he removed his broadsword from his back, passing it over to the guard, who in turn handed it to his partner.
"Move a muscle and you will die along with your supposed princess," the guard said. "If you are as you say you are, then your weapons will be returned to you." With that, the guard began to disarm Ostus further. Somehow this guard knew all the places where Ostus kept daggers hidden; these men were well-trained. Ostus gritted his teeth throughout it all. Even if he somehow managed to attack this guard and position him as a shield against falling arrows, there would be no way he'd be able to also save Kiara from the archers' line of sight. He swallowed his pride and endured, inwardly reminding himself that there was no reason to attack, that these men would not harm them, that they were supposed to be here. It was difficult; he had been fighting Berinike men for most of his life.
Once finished, the guard stepped in front of Kiara, coal-black eyes studying her with disdain. "You as well. Pass over all of your weapons."
Hey :) Sorry about disappearing for the weekend. Most weekends are not so busy, but every once in a while stuff happens.
It's amazing what the public does to people, haha!
Anyway, I'm about to fall over from being tired.. if you post tonight, I'll respond tomorrow (I guess it already is "tomorrow"... I mean "after my sleep" tomorrow, lol). Otherwise, I'll wait for the post.
Good night! :D
Anyway, I'm about to fall over from being tired.. if you post tonight, I'll respond tomorrow (I guess it already is "tomorrow"... I mean "after my sleep" tomorrow, lol). Otherwise, I'll wait for the post.
Good night! :D
As for "what he meant by that" -- he thinks he's screwed either way because he's in over his head with Kiara, so however Kiara decides to end the night would make no difference in what his situation will be like in the morning.
Which leads us to his sudden character change. He's in a pissy mood (especially if he didn't get any the night before, haha!), so he's being an asshole, just as he was in the very beginning, haha. I probably could have smoothed that over a bit better. This is what I get for writing out part of a post before you've even responded to yours :p
I'll blame it on being tired. There we go. Hopefully Lamont will ground me better. I'm not usually so... all over the place.
Which leads us to his sudden character change. He's in a pissy mood (especially if he didn't get any the night before, haha!), so he's being an asshole, just as he was in the very beginning, haha. I probably could have smoothed that over a bit better. This is what I get for writing out part of a post before you've even responded to yours :p
I'll blame it on being tired. There we go. Hopefully Lamont will ground me better. I'm not usually so... all over the place.
WORST SCENE TRANSITION EVER! *cries*
You can interpret "Oh, fuck it," however you wish. I am under the impression that there'd be no sexytiemz, so I did not factor it in, unless you meant that "the act" (dun dun duuuuun) shouldn't be written out. In that case, worst fade to black ever, lol.
Anyway, the post. Baaaah. It's a post. Sorry again :p
You can interpret "Oh, fuck it," however you wish. I am under the impression that there'd be no sexytiemz, so I did not factor it in, unless you meant that "the act" (dun dun duuuuun) shouldn't be written out. In that case, worst fade to black ever, lol.
Anyway, the post. Baaaah. It's a post. Sorry again :p
Ostus wasn't thinking when Kiara grabbed his arm. Why, oh why did he not see this coming? Instead, like an idiot, he turned, almost dumbly, and was "assaulted" by Kiara's lips on his own.
His body reacted before he could get over the shock to stop himself -- Ostus turned to fully face her, never breaking the kiss as he did so. He curled an arm firmly around Kiara's waist and pulled her to him, deepening the kiss with vigor, eyes fluttering closed.
Her lips were heaven against his, the taste of her divine. One hand threaded through her scarlet hair, pushing down the scarf she wore around it. He wanted this moment to last forever, but eventually he broke away, breathless.
A smirk played upon Ostus's lips as he stared at Kiara in a bit of a daze. "Damn it, woman, you just destroyed me," he commented before sweeping in for another kiss. There was no way he would be satisfied with just one. There was also no way he could be angry at her for just making his life more difficult, not after that kiss.
His hands began to wander this time, delighting in the curve of her back, sweeping below her hips, then sliding up either side of her body in order to touch--
He broke this kiss more abruptly this time, his body aching in a way that he knew meant he would cross lines if he did not stop now. "A-and here I thought you hated me," he said in a slightly wavering voice, flickering a smoldering smile. Gods, he wanted her; this was entirely unfair. Meanwhile, his body protested on this abrupt end to more interesting activities. Why should he stop? Since when had he ever stopped before? If Kiara wanted this, who was he to not let it happen? Most importantly, he wouldn't have another chance with her again, so why why why... "You better get in that tent if you know what's good for you." He smiled as he said this, scarcely believing his own words. "And I'll stay out here..." Pointedly, he sat down by the tent, as uncomfortable as that was, though he hoped, very much, that Kiara would ignore his advice and dive into his arms instead. There would be absolutely no way he would refuse her again if she did, but even if she didn't...
Oh, fuck it.
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Ostus woke up the next day like a new person, though that wasn't necessarily a good thing. In reality, it was his way to shield himself from the hard trip to come; what better way than to pretend he was back in his old life? So he strode past the city gates with Kiara following behind, each step oozing with haughty confidence. It was morning market, the streets bustling with people. "S'cuse me, fucker," he quipped. "Pardon me... watch where you're stepping, asswipe! Coming through, important shit to take care of with the royal family..." Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to annoy folks around him. However, he was in a terrible mood despite the events of the night before and frankly couldn't care less. He didn't want to leave Kiara.
It was strange not stepping around trees in this capital city. The castle itself was nestled against the side of the mountain; some of the towers looked as though they were carved straight from that very rock. Most of the buildings, in fact, were made of stone. To Ostus, they didn't look overly cozy or inviting. The architecture seemed rather dull, the people here more concerned about sturdiness with their construction than aesthetics. Still, what the people lacked in a beautiful town, the majestic mountains against a bright blue sky made up for it as a gorgeous backdrop.
When Ostus finally approached the guards standing by the castle gate, he bowed in an exaggerated flourish, removing his hat so these dark-skinned men could see his pointed ears. "I am Ostus Osaron, knight of the Astora army," he announced. "The beautiful woman behind me is Princess Kiara of Astora, here by request of the Berinike royal family."
His body reacted before he could get over the shock to stop himself -- Ostus turned to fully face her, never breaking the kiss as he did so. He curled an arm firmly around Kiara's waist and pulled her to him, deepening the kiss with vigor, eyes fluttering closed.
Her lips were heaven against his, the taste of her divine. One hand threaded through her scarlet hair, pushing down the scarf she wore around it. He wanted this moment to last forever, but eventually he broke away, breathless.
A smirk played upon Ostus's lips as he stared at Kiara in a bit of a daze. "Damn it, woman, you just destroyed me," he commented before sweeping in for another kiss. There was no way he would be satisfied with just one. There was also no way he could be angry at her for just making his life more difficult, not after that kiss.
His hands began to wander this time, delighting in the curve of her back, sweeping below her hips, then sliding up either side of her body in order to touch--
He broke this kiss more abruptly this time, his body aching in a way that he knew meant he would cross lines if he did not stop now. "A-and here I thought you hated me," he said in a slightly wavering voice, flickering a smoldering smile. Gods, he wanted her; this was entirely unfair. Meanwhile, his body protested on this abrupt end to more interesting activities. Why should he stop? Since when had he ever stopped before? If Kiara wanted this, who was he to not let it happen? Most importantly, he wouldn't have another chance with her again, so why why why... "You better get in that tent if you know what's good for you." He smiled as he said this, scarcely believing his own words. "And I'll stay out here..." Pointedly, he sat down by the tent, as uncomfortable as that was, though he hoped, very much, that Kiara would ignore his advice and dive into his arms instead. There would be absolutely no way he would refuse her again if she did, but even if she didn't...
Oh, fuck it.
~~~
Ostus woke up the next day like a new person, though that wasn't necessarily a good thing. In reality, it was his way to shield himself from the hard trip to come; what better way than to pretend he was back in his old life? So he strode past the city gates with Kiara following behind, each step oozing with haughty confidence. It was morning market, the streets bustling with people. "S'cuse me, fucker," he quipped. "Pardon me... watch where you're stepping, asswipe! Coming through, important shit to take care of with the royal family..." Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to annoy folks around him. However, he was in a terrible mood despite the events of the night before and frankly couldn't care less. He didn't want to leave Kiara.
It was strange not stepping around trees in this capital city. The castle itself was nestled against the side of the mountain; some of the towers looked as though they were carved straight from that very rock. Most of the buildings, in fact, were made of stone. To Ostus, they didn't look overly cozy or inviting. The architecture seemed rather dull, the people here more concerned about sturdiness with their construction than aesthetics. Still, what the people lacked in a beautiful town, the majestic mountains against a bright blue sky made up for it as a gorgeous backdrop.
When Ostus finally approached the guards standing by the castle gate, he bowed in an exaggerated flourish, removing his hat so these dark-skinned men could see his pointed ears. "I am Ostus Osaron, knight of the Astora army," he announced. "The beautiful woman behind me is Princess Kiara of Astora, here by request of the Berinike royal family."
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