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:: What to say about me. ::
Quietly contagious.

:: What to say about my writing preferences ::
I like action, adventure, fantasy, good romance, and lots of character interaction and IC development. It can be dark, it can be twisted, it can be totally psychologically thrilling... Or it can be light-hearted and derpy for the sake of fun and entertainment. Complex isn't always better. :P

:: What to say about my writing style ::
Plan little. Write lots. I don't always plan my posts, but when I do... They make about as much sense as my unplanned posts. I like discovery and unexpected twists so I usually have a character template in my brain and an idea of what's happening (or no idea, that's fine, too) and then I write.

I often write multiple characters as necessary. Or it could be completely unnecessary, but I write them anyways. My characters are generally male unless I feel the need to or am requested to write otherwise.

I prefer 1x1 - more intimate and easier to accommodate - but I have written in groups. Group writing tends to be more time-consuming and as I am short on time a lot... Harder to keep up.

1,215 characters.

Almost halfway through my 3k character limit. Woot!

:: Experience ::

I've written romance, action, combat, and mystery.

I've written bounty hunters, archers, mages, soldiers, princesses, princes, pirates, vampires, witches, cyborgs, werewolves, wolves, college students, middle-school students, anime fandoms so far and am usually up for any of them at any given time.

Most of my roleplays end after a few pages because people leave. It's very sad. Although... I do have one that reached it's 25th page. I was very proud.

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Anything else... I'm chatty when I can be so feel free to message me for the hell of it.

Cheers~!

- Kei

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// Welcome to Arcadia \\

- History -

The world is still recovering from a thirty-year war, which wiped out most of the major governments and severely drained the resources of many countries. Only Arcadia, a nation that carefully balanced its power and its economy throughout the war, was able to withstand the more devastating effects of the conflict. Ten years after a mass revival swept through all of the countries, the major cities within Arcadia have finally begun to flourish and to return to their former glory.

- Transportation -

The world is steampunk and traditional in aesthetic, but scientifically advanced. Trains and small motor vehicles are still the general means of ground transportation while airships populate the sky. Most places are easily accessible by rail. Relations with the surrounding nations are respectful, but travel among them is allowed only with special permits as national security is top priority.

- Housing -

Housing is relatively simple, from small cottages to apartment complexes. A basic home includes advanced amenities, depending on the area. An airship lifestyle has become more affordable and more popular with cheaper aircrafts and more efficient fuel options, but it still remains a pricey luxury to those not prepared for its challenges. Though it offers mobility and full amenities, only those with substantial skill and funds can afford to keep to the skies, the ocean equivalent for the mostly land-locked nation.
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- Locations -

Renescentia: Centre. The capitol city, surrounded by rivers. Chief producer of all paper/linen products.

Portiana: East. Canal town surrounded by dense forest. Specializes in herbs, baked goods, and the production of inks. Cottage housing.

Florentas: West. Desert/forest mix. The electronic net-web hub. High-rise housing.

Ignastus: North. Located in the lower mountains. Specializes in handcrafted goods. Town-house style.

Galeton: South. Port city. Mountains to the north. The only city that is open to international commerce.
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- Monetary system -

"Tayls"

- Denominations -

Coins: .25, 1, 5, 10, 50
Bills: 100, 500
Card: 50k, 100k

- Dimensions -

Coin sizes are equivalent to the dime, penny, nickel, quarter, and $1 coin, respectively, with the thickness of a nickel on all coins. The coins are coppery-silver in color and bear only their numerical value and the location and date of minting.

Bills are slightly smaller than and the equivalent thickness of a dollar bill. They bear the image of Renescentia, their numerical value, and the number of the press they were printed from.

Cards have a max limit of 50k tayls (personal) and 100k tayls (commercial/business). Reusable and rechargeable. They function as credit/debit, drawing only from available funds.

In perspective:  
> Blanket tax of .25 tayls on all commodities. (No income or inheritance taxes.)
> A cheap meal is between 15 to 35 tayls.
> Cheap clothes are between 5 to 30 tayls.
Uhm... I know I said it was okay to be not posting every day or something... But... Posting once per week seems a bit... Hard?
I mean... o_o
Hard for a story to happen.
If you can't write, I'd rather know now.
Kris had just begun puffing on his newly-lit cigarette when the door opened again and a loud, gruff voice bellowed down into the small storage room.

"KRIS, GET YOUR ARSE UP HERE, YA LAZY PIECE O' SHIT!"

The dark-haired young man sighed heavily. He kicked the barrel beneath him with the back of his boot, adjusted his sword belt, and stood up. He extinguished his cigarette on the doorframe and let it drop into the receptacle by the door. Then he trudged his way up the stairs, listening to the edge of his sheath scrape along the wall as he moved. He reached the top of the stairs and stared disinterestedly at the burly, hairy, bald-headed man glaring at him. "Hi, Carson."

Carson fingered his thin mustache in annoyance. "You figurin' on workin' t'day or what, Kris? I ain't up for payin' people who aren't gonna work."

Kris rubbed the back of his neck and deftly avoided a pair of drunk fighters as they careened into the wall beside him. He looked around the noisy tavern and shrugged. "You got yourself a brawl here, Carson. I don't do brawls."

The burly man's mustache could have stuck straight out, if it were so inclined. "Kristopher, I hire you for one job and one job only: to deal with rowdy customers who - EEEEE!" The mid-sized man let out an unmanly shriek as three entangled patrons collided with him and the four of them went tumbling down the stairs.

The black-haired youth stepped to the side as a stream of others raced down the stairs after the tumblers. He adjusted his sword belt so that no one would catch it and made his way through the crowded bar. He brushed past a group of females who were huddled together and paused for half a second to cast a glance over them. Well-kept fingernails. Impeccable posture. Tensed frames. Alert eyes. They were navy. He proceeded towards the exit. They were, most likely, there to find the crew that recently took over a government ship. Not that it was any of his business.

Even though it was.

He stepped out through the doors and turned the corner, thinking he would stop by the fish market to see if anything edible had been caught that day, when he nearly walked into a petite woman, who seemed wholly interested in the coin she was holding. He side-stepped to avoid her and tripped over a set of low buckets. He clanked and clunked his way along the wall before falling over the low dividing fence and landing unattractively in the flower shop's water trough. "Geh-heh!" he hissed, rapidly bracing himself up on the edges of the trough, his clothing now dripping wet. "Damn."
^-^ I'm a sucky sucky person when it comes to timing so I apologize for lengthy spans between posts... Also... These are more in-depth than my usual 2 paragraph jaunts so...

More brainpower required = more time necessary = .... forgets. .-.
Hmm? Nope. You're in barracks?
Serving our country?
Kudos. Much appreciated.
Post when ya can, don' worry if ya don' have time. Just shoot me an OC or a pm and be all: "LIFE IS IN THE WAY".
I'll understand.
"You're going to get raped, if you space out like that."

The black-haired, grey eyed young man turned his head slightly to the side to stare at the busty, brunette standing over him with little interest and returned his gaze to the grungy floorboards above him. The loud, tasteless music that echoed from the Davy Jones tavern above, filtered through the slow-rotting wood down to them. "What is it, Clara? I'm on break," he said in a bored monotone, somehow talking around the almost finished cigarette in his mouth. He shifted a little bit on his makeshift bench - a barrel that had been stuffed with some god-awful smelling substance - and uncrossed his arms. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and crushed it beneath his boot. Then he rested his limbs in between his thighs and closed his eyes. The raucous on the streets as yet another fight broke out added to the terrible music and was giving him a headache, which made him irritable.

Clara bent over further to look at the young man more closely showing off very deep cleavage; her bright blue eyes narrowing, . "Kris? Are you feeling all right? You look kind've pale?" She placed her hand on his forehead to check his temperature. "You're warm."

"I might be high," he muttered. The young man opened one eye and reached up to rest his rough hand over her delicate one. "I see you're not working right now." He watched in amusement as the young woman's face took on a deep blush. He released her hand and unbuttoned his shirt a little. He stood up slowly and looked at her, gauging her reaction. His sheath clinked loudly against the barrel behind him as he adjusted his sword belt more to the side. His grey eyes were dark and suggestive.

The young woman swallowed and giggled, her blush growing deeper. She shook her head rapidly and took a step back. "N-no," she stammered, her eyes widening as the situation changed. "I was just here to get some more ale." She turned quickly and grabbed two medium-sized kegs beside him on the shelf. "J-just ale." She squeaked when he took her arm and pulled her closer. "W-wait, Kris. Wait, we can't -!" Her words were cut off by a deep, tobacco flavored kiss. Her protest melted into a pleasured moan.

The young man released her arm a moment later and stepped back, his disinterested expression returning to his face; grey eyes dulling in boredom. Pulling out his tobacco bag, he calmly proceeded to roll another cigarette. "Clara, be more aware. This isn't the city anymore. Laws are rules: easily made; easily broken," he murmured, placing the cigarette between his teeth. "Men like me are hard to find. You'd better be careful."

Clara swallowed, her blush deepening as embarrassment filled her. There was a loud crash above them and a roar of laughter. The brunette sighed. "You'd thinking after making such a haul, that crew'd lay low for a few days... I bet every ship in the navy's heading this way. Poor turtle..."

Kris waved his hand. "This turtle's fine. He's been through much worse than a few ships battling it out. They'll get what's comin' to them." The grey eyes watched as the young woman made her way hastily to the door, anxious to get away from the shadowy man.

Clara adjusted her hold on the kegs and paused to glance at him again. "By the way, Kris... It's... Men like you... That scare me the most," she whispered to the doorframe. Then she quickly left, shutting the door behind her.

The young man snorted and sat down on his barrel again, the unlit cigarette hanging loosely between his thin lips. He closed his eyes and sighed, leaning against the support beam that looked as though it could easily be destroyed. He briefly glanced around the tiny, wooden storeroom momentarily, taking in the tattered, weatherworn state of the wood planks and beams, before settling into a more comfortable position. After a long moment, he realized his cigarette was still not lit. He chuckled at himself as he pulled out his box of matches. A quick flick of his wrist and soon there was a tiny flame in front of him. He stared at the warm, potentially deadly energy, debating his intentions, then lit the cigarette and watched the match burn down to his fingers before blowing it out. He inhaled deeply, letting the heavy smoke fill his lungs. As he exhaled, he murmured, "Don't worry... I'm scared of myself, too."
>.> K, cuz I totally didn't notice this was here... You need like MASSIVE BOLD LETTERS to let me know... Because I'm dense like that.
<( ^-^ )>
The dark grey feline arched her back in a stretch and readjusted her position on the wall. Her aqua orbs did not stray from the dark form she knew to be the book. Her ears twitched forward to listen to the tiny thing. In a surprisingly strong, crystal tones, she said:

"What business do you have with scholars? Or without them? And what exactly am I to be rewarded for?"
The dark grey feline arched her back in a stretch and readjusted her position on the wall. Her aqua orbs did not stray from the dark form she knew to be the book. Her ears twitched forward to listen to the tiny thing. In a surprisingly strong, crystal tones, she said:

"What business do you have with scholars? Or without them? And what exactly am I to be rewarded for?"
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