Oh, I know! Last weekend was just awesome; able to enjoy it without worrying about homework :D
Good luck!
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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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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This week is finals week for me, so I hear ya! Then freeeedoooooooom until the end of January :D
Thanksgiving ate me alive.
But, post! :D
But, post! :D
Lamont hadn't recognized Kiara at first. His mind was wandering as he pondered if he should drop the disguise and go look for the princess. Every moment that passed convinced him more and more that she was mad enough at him to drop their plan, that he really ought to step forward and apologize, perhaps. Why else wouldn't she be down here by now? It was already well after the agreed-upon time to meet, and he was starting to get tired of doing this yard work. They did have a gardener for this very thing, after all.
Just as he turned to head back into the castle, a peasant girl let out a yell and thoughtlessly kicked at the leaves he had just raked together. His eyes widened in stunned surprise before narrowing in anger. "What do you think you're doing?" he snapped. "I worked hard getting this pile together, and you up and undo it all, just like that!" He sneered. "What is someone like you doing out here anyway? I don't remember our gardener being a woman. Shouldn't you be back inside the castle? What is your official duty anyway?"
Instead of answering with a job title, the girl answered with his name. Lamont blinked, surprised once again, wondering how this peasant girl came to know his name...
That's when he noticed the shape of her face, took note of the way she spoke, and noticed those eyes... how could he forget those grey eyes?
"Kiara?" he murmured back, any remaining trace of anger melting away to astonishment. He squinted before he broke into a wide grin. "It is you!" he gushed quietly, taking a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching before dropping the rake to take both of her hands in his. "Your disguise..." He gaze ran appreciatively down her form and back up again, "It's quite good! I almost didn't recognize you! You almost look like one of us. Anyway, I'm so glad you decide to meet me here after all. Come, we have no time to lose." He began to lead her eagerly towards the outer side gate that would lead them into the city proper. He let go of one of her hands to check his pocket; yes, the key for the gate was still there. "I've been thinking so much about all the places I want to discover with you through the guise of a commoner. I want to stroll the market square and purchase something. I want to visit a tavern. I want to find some sort of street play or performance, if there is any." He began to rattle of his list of things to do, his entire demeanor aglow in his excitement to spend a unique day outside of the castle with Kiara. He forgot at once about how he behaved earlier and it certainly did not cross his mind to apologize.
Just as he turned to head back into the castle, a peasant girl let out a yell and thoughtlessly kicked at the leaves he had just raked together. His eyes widened in stunned surprise before narrowing in anger. "What do you think you're doing?" he snapped. "I worked hard getting this pile together, and you up and undo it all, just like that!" He sneered. "What is someone like you doing out here anyway? I don't remember our gardener being a woman. Shouldn't you be back inside the castle? What is your official duty anyway?"
Instead of answering with a job title, the girl answered with his name. Lamont blinked, surprised once again, wondering how this peasant girl came to know his name...
That's when he noticed the shape of her face, took note of the way she spoke, and noticed those eyes... how could he forget those grey eyes?
"Kiara?" he murmured back, any remaining trace of anger melting away to astonishment. He squinted before he broke into a wide grin. "It is you!" he gushed quietly, taking a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching before dropping the rake to take both of her hands in his. "Your disguise..." He gaze ran appreciatively down her form and back up again, "It's quite good! I almost didn't recognize you! You almost look like one of us. Anyway, I'm so glad you decide to meet me here after all. Come, we have no time to lose." He began to lead her eagerly towards the outer side gate that would lead them into the city proper. He let go of one of her hands to check his pocket; yes, the key for the gate was still there. "I've been thinking so much about all the places I want to discover with you through the guise of a commoner. I want to stroll the market square and purchase something. I want to visit a tavern. I want to find some sort of street play or performance, if there is any." He began to rattle of his list of things to do, his entire demeanor aglow in his excitement to spend a unique day outside of the castle with Kiara. He forgot at once about how he behaved earlier and it certainly did not cross his mind to apologize.
Lamont was not at the library. In fact, without him there, the place was empty; Berinike people were more hands-on learners.
Lamont was not at his quarters, either.
He was, however, outside at the garden waiting for Kiara, but he didn't look like a prince at all. With as much casual grace as he could muster, he gripped a rake, idly raking leaves and weeds to and fro in a circle around him. Most gardeners knew to collect the mess into a single pile. Lamont, however, merely kept scattering and pushing the dried leaves around, not really accomplishing anything aside from keeping busy.
He wore a simple long-sleeved tunic, burgundy in color, with a fraying collar and sleeves. This was accompanied by tanned trousers and simple boots. A grey bowl hat hid the long, silken strands of his hair and cast a slight shadow over his face, but it looked odd compared to the rest of his attire. The tunic and pants looked far too clean and pressed, the boots obviously new, his hands smooth and callous-free, fingernails clean, and face clean-shaven. Any close observer could tell that he wasn't a common peasant -- or at least he was a very clean one, but he would blend in well in a crowd or at a distance.
It had taken him most of the night to procure this costume; it was difficult letting his servants know what he wanted without giving away what he was trying to do. His bodyguards knew -- of course they did, it was their job to know what Lamont was up to, but he had paid them to silence before, and it was no less effective this time around. Sometimes he had wondered if some of his brothers would still be alive if their bodyguards were more dedicated to their jobs.
Now was not the time to be thinking about such things, however. His empty stomach complained in gurgles, his eyelids drooped in threat of staying closed for a few hours... Was Kiara coming? Perhaps he should have attended breakfast after all. What if she was still waiting for him? Despite all that had transpired yesterday, he had been far too excited to drop their plan now, yet he had a nagging feeling that perhaps the princess was upset enough to have changed her mind...
Lamont was not at his quarters, either.
He was, however, outside at the garden waiting for Kiara, but he didn't look like a prince at all. With as much casual grace as he could muster, he gripped a rake, idly raking leaves and weeds to and fro in a circle around him. Most gardeners knew to collect the mess into a single pile. Lamont, however, merely kept scattering and pushing the dried leaves around, not really accomplishing anything aside from keeping busy.
He wore a simple long-sleeved tunic, burgundy in color, with a fraying collar and sleeves. This was accompanied by tanned trousers and simple boots. A grey bowl hat hid the long, silken strands of his hair and cast a slight shadow over his face, but it looked odd compared to the rest of his attire. The tunic and pants looked far too clean and pressed, the boots obviously new, his hands smooth and callous-free, fingernails clean, and face clean-shaven. Any close observer could tell that he wasn't a common peasant -- or at least he was a very clean one, but he would blend in well in a crowd or at a distance.
It had taken him most of the night to procure this costume; it was difficult letting his servants know what he wanted without giving away what he was trying to do. His bodyguards knew -- of course they did, it was their job to know what Lamont was up to, but he had paid them to silence before, and it was no less effective this time around. Sometimes he had wondered if some of his brothers would still be alive if their bodyguards were more dedicated to their jobs.
Now was not the time to be thinking about such things, however. His empty stomach complained in gurgles, his eyelids drooped in threat of staying closed for a few hours... Was Kiara coming? Perhaps he should have attended breakfast after all. What if she was still waiting for him? Despite all that had transpired yesterday, he had been far too excited to drop their plan now, yet he had a nagging feeling that perhaps the princess was upset enough to have changed her mind...
This post was shorter than I expected, especially considering the delay. Meh. Apologies for that.
((double post,awesome))
Queen Alexis frowned, her mood darkening. Though she was impressed that Kiara was somehow getting through to her stubborn son, she didn't like the tone Kiara used to explain herself, as though she and her husband were fools and interacting with Lamont was simple. She loved Lamont; he had always been her favorite, but he had always been a difficult boy. "You think neither of us haven't tried pleading with him to take up arms for his safety?" she snapped, annoyed. "You don't think that, after watching my other sons die one by one, that I haven't begged him to find some way to protect himself? Every day I wonder if this will be the day that I lose all of my children. I wonder if some assassin will come sneaking in and carry out my worse fear. Lamont is never seen without a guard, but I wish he could do more to protect himself. It's almost as if he wants to die..." She trailed off, not wanting to even think about that.
Instead, the queen attempted to compose herself; she straightened her posture, cleared her throat, and picked up her knife and fork, pulling her gaze from Kiara to her food. "There must be some other reason he agreed to train," she commented haughtily, "some reason he won't admit to you. Perhaps he is enchanted by your exotic features; I have counted my blessings that he hasn't been smitten by some strange peasant girl, but it had also worried me that he did not seem interested in anyone." She paused to take a bite of her food, chewing thoughtfully. "Whatever the reason for his compliance to you, I am glad." This was as close to a 'thank you' as the woman was willing to give. "Now I wish he was taken enough by you to enjoy breakfast. You should eat, take some food to Lamont, then enjoy your day here at the castle; I'll send a servant to your needs. Tomorrow begins your lessons to acquaint yourself with Berinike customers, culture, history, law, and politics. You might as well enjoy yourself now; you have a great deal to learn."
Instead, the queen attempted to compose herself; she straightened her posture, cleared her throat, and picked up her knife and fork, pulling her gaze from Kiara to her food. "There must be some other reason he agreed to train," she commented haughtily, "some reason he won't admit to you. Perhaps he is enchanted by your exotic features; I have counted my blessings that he hasn't been smitten by some strange peasant girl, but it had also worried me that he did not seem interested in anyone." She paused to take a bite of her food, chewing thoughtfully. "Whatever the reason for his compliance to you, I am glad." This was as close to a 'thank you' as the woman was willing to give. "Now I wish he was taken enough by you to enjoy breakfast. You should eat, take some food to Lamont, then enjoy your day here at the castle; I'll send a servant to your needs. Tomorrow begins your lessons to acquaint yourself with Berinike customers, culture, history, law, and politics. You might as well enjoy yourself now; you have a great deal to learn."
King Hugo did not miss the meaning of Kiara's words despite her sugary-sweet tone. He locked eyes with her, refraining from taking another bite of his food, all attention on her. The color on his face deepened as anger slowly settled in, his eyes narrowed dangerously, and the queen looked on between the two, her eyes gleaming in interest.
Kiara's last comment derailed him. His expression faltered for a split second, registering surprise, before snapping back to the resolve of a steely warrior king. "I'll believe it when I see it," he remarked coldly. "Let me make a few things clear with you, princess. You are correct -- we probably shouldn't take up pretenses. You are useless to us until you wed our son Lamont, produce an heir, and raise that heir to eventually take the throne. Until then you are a royal hostage. Your family knew this when they agreed to have you wed to my son. Nothing was sugar-coated for them. I didn't like the idea any more than they did, but we all agreed that this was a better solution than seeing more of our people die. War is tiring for even the best of us, and we are all very tiring indeed.
"Lamont doesn't need a meek, compliant wife. Right now, you show more promise of being an effective ruler than he does. However, I will not have our customs, traditions, and culture snuffed out by whatever Astoran sentiments you decide to bring into this castle. I don't expect you to grovel at my son's feet because how you feel about each other does not matter in the grand scheme of things. You will, however, comply to my orders and the Berinike way. You will learn, you will assimilate, and if you don't agree to that, then I can treat you as a hostage ought to be treated by locking you in a dungeon until the wedding."
With that, he rose from his chair, it scraping obnoxiously against the floor, and strode away, abandoning the rest of his breakfast.
Queen Alexis eyed Kiara with a neutral, almost haughty gaze. "How did you do it?" she remarked. "How are you getting Lamont to listen to you when he has outright defied us his whole life?"
Kiara's last comment derailed him. His expression faltered for a split second, registering surprise, before snapping back to the resolve of a steely warrior king. "I'll believe it when I see it," he remarked coldly. "Let me make a few things clear with you, princess. You are correct -- we probably shouldn't take up pretenses. You are useless to us until you wed our son Lamont, produce an heir, and raise that heir to eventually take the throne. Until then you are a royal hostage. Your family knew this when they agreed to have you wed to my son. Nothing was sugar-coated for them. I didn't like the idea any more than they did, but we all agreed that this was a better solution than seeing more of our people die. War is tiring for even the best of us, and we are all very tiring indeed.
"Lamont doesn't need a meek, compliant wife. Right now, you show more promise of being an effective ruler than he does. However, I will not have our customs, traditions, and culture snuffed out by whatever Astoran sentiments you decide to bring into this castle. I don't expect you to grovel at my son's feet because how you feel about each other does not matter in the grand scheme of things. You will, however, comply to my orders and the Berinike way. You will learn, you will assimilate, and if you don't agree to that, then I can treat you as a hostage ought to be treated by locking you in a dungeon until the wedding."
With that, he rose from his chair, it scraping obnoxiously against the floor, and strode away, abandoning the rest of his breakfast.
Queen Alexis eyed Kiara with a neutral, almost haughty gaze. "How did you do it?" she remarked. "How are you getting Lamont to listen to you when he has outright defied us his whole life?"
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