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_Gabriel

Originally created for a dark fantasy roleplay, Black Lily

Gabriel

Name

Gabriel

Age

Thirty - Four

Gender

Male

Appearance

Quintessential is most accurate when describing the physicality of the mercenary who introduces himself only as Gabriel. His body--a mixed complexion of olive skin and shades thereof--is solid from a full life of laboring and fighting, both with friends and enemies. Heavy lines contour his form, each muscle group clearly defined though not necessarily perfectly symmetrical in their visual. Though he appears lean as a taller man in light armor, his limbs are thicker than they appear--suffice it to say, Gabriel seems to be built in a functional manner versus the absolute hulking mass of some of his old comrades. His bare self is also littered with all manner of scars and old wounds though his face managed to stay completely free of the ugly marks.

His visage is equally defined and sharp with a strong jawline hidden under a short beard and goatee. Almond-shaped green eyes create a deceptively relaxed expression under slightly thick eyebrows that seem furrowed most of the time--a complete contradiction in emotion and a quirk that makes Gabriel’s countenance all the more difficult to interpret. Long brown locks round out the middle-aged merc and he insists on keeping them bound in a short ponytail considering one can never know when they will need to be ready for action.

His armor is a combination of leather hide and hardened steel plates that are attached to the leather in order to keep mobility the primary focus with a little light protection. Chest plate, rounded shoulder plates with a leather base, and greaves are the heaviest parts of Gabriel’s custom forged armor with much smaller plates cut to fit various parts of his leather gauntlets--if ever a punch or two is necessary--and a layer of chain mail protecting his abdomen, obliques, and lower back. Since his armor was a gift, each plate was dyed black and painted with thin, golden lines in an ornate style giving his attire an interesting black and brown motif with golden trim. Under his armor, he wears only a simple set of ebony hosen, matching tunic with a higher collar, and leather boots.

Personality

An oddly energetic appreciation for life permeates Gabriel’s persona even against the general hardness of his outward appearance. He is social and has a tendency to approach strangers first whether out of genuine interest or a lack of fear of consequences of any kind. He can be callous and sarcastic, but also possesses a trait of brutal honesty that, in some twisted way, can be appreciated because lies are the last thing a man of his caliber would ever let slip from his tongue. It is clear to all that the one-armed mercenary enjoys murder and thievery, but in reality it’s more that he enjoys the thrill of danger and the adrenaline rush one gains when a situation goes south and can only be settled through violent means. His brushes with death and the general turn of his life have given the man a unique perspective on what it means to enjoy it each day and he seems to strive to live in a way that fully suits him, anyone else and everything else be damned. It’s the opposite of a personality some would expect from a hardened mercenary, but Gabriel is anything but stereotypical in his middle age.

Weapon(s)

Gabriel carries only a few essential weapons to keep his load light. Attached to his belt under his lower back is the upper portion of a broken spear--the spearhead and part of the stem, a piece which holds sentimental value. The belt itself houses a multitude of small knives which are primarily used for throwing while his primary weapon is a simple double-edged sword with a custom-forged circular crossguard. In addition to these, the merc is capable of efficient unarmed combat and that is part of the reason he opts not carry a larger arsenal.

Magic User

No

History

There is not a child born in Pratus without a family name and even the mercenary who would eventually come to be known simply as “Gabriel” started out life with a proper surname. He was born to an average family, his father choosing to make his trade as a blacksmith and his mother simply resigning herself to household duties. Life was routine for the small family with the couple’s son helping his mother with household chores while constantly wondering what life was like for a man who had the fortune to make weapons for the city guard. In the son’s eyes, his father was the luckiest person in Pratus and he longed to be invited to his forge if even just to watch his hero at work. When he was old enough to go to school, he would stop by the forge in secret, catching glimpses of that well-worn hammer smashing down on a fresh, molten blade or a client beaming in approval at their newest possession. These simple times would not last, however.

Jealous of the man’s work and popularity with the guard, rival forges unified and hired the local thieves guild to stage a robbery during a particularly important commission. When the guard arrived to receive their order, everything was gone save for old, broken equipment and weapons and when the guard searched the man’s house suspecting him of the theft, their claims were confirmed in moments. The son’s father was arrested on the spot and without his income to get them by, they lost everything. The son and his mother were banished from the city once they couldn’t pay their dues and they ended up in a small village just a few miles away with other poor souls who couldn’t afford the protection of the walled paradise. Life took a drastically different turn after that.

Unfortunately, the village of Heston had garnered an infamous reputation as the town that bandits, mercenaries, and general shady types passed through in order to get to The Disk or where those same types met their clients and conducted their precarious business deals. In order to scrape by, the widow of a now hanged blacksmith invited various types of men--and even some women--to her and her son’s small home at different times of the day. These meetings would not last long, but the son had now grown old enough to understand what was going on and he made it his business to stay out of the house as much as possible. He had taken to stealing to survive and attacking those who caught him in order to keep what he stole. Heston was too poor to afford guards of any kind so violence was nothing new for the village. The boy continued his ways until he finally caught the eye of a man who would change his life one more time.

It had been a simple, but petty brawl at the tavern. A group of boys had finally found the teenage thief who had been accused of stealing anything not nailed down and they sought to teach him a lesson. At the same time, a traveling band of mercenaries had just rolled into town seeking respite from a long journey and their chosen form of relaxation involved beer. The men paid no attention to the squabbling children until the teenage boy attacked the hostile group. Being outnumbered five to one ensured a good beating that day, but one of the mercs found himself drawn to the bruised and battered boy. He offered him a hand and inquired about the boy’s parents, already considering the possibility of taking the young man under his wing. Though quiet for a moment or two, the boy would simply reply that he had none. Then and there, the merc introduced himself as Arthur Gaines and offered the boy what he considered a better life--apprentice of a mercenary, able to travel a bit and see more of the world while even honing his extremely rough combat skills and, most importantly, earning coin which would allow him to take of care of himself. The boy eagerly agreed and though Arthur had never asked him his name, the older mercenary bestowed the moniker “Gabriel” on his new protege’.

Gabriel began his new life with a new occupation. As a thirteen year old boy, he was thrust into the world of pit fighting. Pit fighting was a quietly popular past-time that usually took place in the back rooms or cellars of taverns every village and city over. Arthur’s teaching methodology always declared that real experience was the best teacher and so he forced Gabriel to fight in many a pit fight as their group traveled from village to village. In between, Arthur would personally teach the boy sword combat and even went so far as to immerse him in a strange, underhand-grip style that the mercenary group claimed was unique in all of Pratus. Gabriel fought and fought and practiced and practiced, the scars of his dedication and experiences etching themselves onto his skin as years passed and his body grew. Upon reaching adulthood, Arthur officially inducted his apprentice into the group and let him in on what they really did for a living.

It would turn out that Arthur and his ragtag group of mercs were actually the kind of bandits that would kill travelers on the roads, slaughter their escorts, and then take everything in sight. It was merely an evolution in scope to what Gabriel had been doing as a young thief. He took to the life quickly. Wherever the group went, they pillaged and murdered and even still they were hired from time to time to actually perform some mercenary work. That work would involve killing the hellish creatures that now roamed the Wildlands and whenever one would get too close to a city or the group happened to be within the area where incidents had been reported, they were hired.

More years passed and Gabriel only grew older, but in time he began traveling and advertising his services as a lone mercenary. No one can recount the happenings that ended with Gabriel splitting from his murderous platoon, but he quickly gained his own infamy as the one-armed merc who would kill anything and anybody for the right price. Somewhere along his years, the ruthless warrior suffered nerve damage in his left arm and it left the limb unable to take the heft of a blade or most anything with too much weight. It wasn’t long after these events that the one-armed merc received a letter detailing his invitation to the fabled Black Lily guild. Sensing a great opportunity to make more silver doing what he enjoyed, Gabriel joined the guild and hasn’t thought about looking back since.

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_Sable

Originally created for a cyberpunk roleplay, Evergreen on High.

Sable

S A B L E

◄ 36 ▎ FEMALE ▎ 6'4 ►

_{P R O F I L E}

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At six feet and four inches, the bounty hunter known only as Sable already stands out from other women. Her form, contrary to her more steely persona, is lithe and contoured--etched with scars and muscular definition befitting of one who has spent most of their life carrying a heavy rifle and sprinting between vantage points and behind fleeing targets. The detailed image of an uncolored dragon graces her back proudly as the only willful blemish, beautified by a now deceased artist, allowed on her body. Icy irises bring attention to her angular visage, visible cheekbones and all, and silver locks fall just below her shoulder on one side, the other side shaved for a long-range, implanted communication device. In spite of her physicality, Sable fits in with the general looks of the times though more because she cares less about individuality than functionality.

Contrasting from what one would glean from her appearance, Sable is actually more of a socialite than given credit for. Her expressions and general disposition can seemingly be rough and hardened as one would expect of any member of the Bounty Hunters Association, but strike up a conversation and the atmosphere can settle into a more calming and inviting aura. The sometimes terse bounty hunter enjoys a good conversation and particularly finds pleasure in jokingly picking on others. Being raised around men with questionable honor codes making equally questionable choices is the usual scapegoat for her teasing, yet sometimes sardonic, dialogue. Add in alcohol and the good times roll into an unrestricted, unfiltered barrage of slurred insults immediately followed by meaningless apologies, arms draped around shoulders, and the encouragement to drink and be merry because words matter far less than the actions that follow them. In short, Sable can come across as a drunken old soldier in the body of an amazonian woman--which makes making friends that much easier.

Around the association, Sable is known as the Silver Cyclops. Her moniker comes from the fact that her hair is a standout feature and in Greek legend, the cyclops were a race of creatures who possessed neither social manners nor fear of the Gods--a combination of traits those who know the woman on and off a job can attest to. It also comes from the fact that the tall bounty hunter carries an equally tall sniper rifle with a barrel that has a wide, round opening which she affectionately calls her Round Eye. Sable and Round Eye are inseparable and though the twosome aren't exactly famous for anything in particular, her execution methods are indeed well known. One shot. One kill. Combat should never be an extended act. Execute as quickly and as efficiently as possible and move to the next. Simple as that.

_{D A Y S - G O N E}

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In a particular segment within the network of underground cities on Mars, there's a certain district. As far as the cityscape is concerned, it's built of the same nondescript material and composed of the same nondescript buildings you can see and find anywhere. The streets are narrow and wind and twist in and out of alleyways, bridges, marketplaces, and the neon lit businesses of the red light area. Clusters of bodies march up and down the sidewalks and vehicles own the roads at all times of day and night conducting business, completing jobs, and meeting in secluded areas that leave the imagination to wander. It was in this district where two people, a man and a woman, conceived a child.

He was a Cartelli man, probably lower on the totem pole considering his current assignment, and more basic business suit, had taken him to this kind of district. Once his business was completed, he found a local bar to unwind in and a local woman for his gaze to try and unwind as well. She was a petite thing with a small frame and thin limbs, but her expression was warm and her demeanor approachable. The alcohol had only offered a minimal bias towards these conclusions. It was the choice to sit at the bar itself that intrigued the man so much. The courage required to sit at the bar in an establishment like this was a much heavier burden than one could ascertain on glances alone and the fact that this woman was not only brave enough to take a seat, but also to engage the rough and more unsavory groups near her was more of a buzz than an entire bottle of whiskey could provide.

As soon as the opportunity presented itself, the man slid over to the seat next to hers and the duo immediately engaged in the game of courtship. What the man had over rough looks and hardened eyes was Cartelli intellect, a much nicer enclave, and the charm of a tongue that was used to talking its way in and out of problems. What the woman had over the more refined beauties of more luxury districts was street smarts and an impenetrable bullshit meter. To say the duo got off to a great start was an understatement. An understatement that eventually became overstated when they found themselves clawing and tearing at each other in a motel room down the street and around a corner. A great start paved the way to a grand finish and that climactic moment birthed the beginning of a new era for the now committed couple and the daughter that served as proof of their union.

Though the man had since moved his bar maid into his home in a Cartelli-owned enclave, their shared offspring had inherited her mother's sense of adventurous curiosity and reckless courage. It was often that she was caught roaming the marketplaces and sidewalks, all instigated by the group of boys who either swooned after her or were drawn to her tomboyish attitude and disrespect for figures of authority. She dipped her hands in all kinds of experiences from petty crimes like theft and vandalism to eschewing behavior befitting of a lady and getting beaten up for impulsively throwing weak punches at much larger boys. Her gift of gab impressed her father every time she somehow chatted her way into a lesser punishment, but beguiled her mother who began to regret the parts of her personality heredity had deemed important enough to pass down.

As the girl grew into a young woman encroaching on teenage years, her wild behavior began to settle as her father took a more significant interest in her development. He intended for his daughter to follow in his footsteps and become a Cartelli woman and to supplement this goal, he began taking his pride on ride alongs to learn the sights and the sounds and the ways of a corporate employee. It backfired. The young woman's eyes lit up at the sight of the Cartelli Corporation's homegrown army and from then on most conversations revolved around security work, cybernetic augments, and what kind of practice a teenage girl could engage in to prepare herself for a life of corporate combat service. Her father was beside himself. Her mother insisted on supporting whatever choices her daughter made, but the man would hear none of it.

As the years rolled on, the young woman continued to dream of a thrilling life in service to the Cartelli Corporation as some kind of soldier or private security and regularly subjected her gang of friends to her hypothetical whimsies. It was during one of these glorious rants that her publicly audible thoughts caught the unwilling ears of a slightly older, yet still fully grown man decked out in cybernetics and ending a holo-call. The young woman and her friends would always gather at a specific restaurant and on this day they were unceremoniously joined by the decked out cyber-man. He gave an eye-rolling speech concerning the merits of being young and still having a choice about what one wanted to make of their life, but the part that brought the young woman's eyes back from being glazed over was the reasoning on how one should not willingly indenture themselves to any of these corporations. It was true. It had never crossed her mind, but even though her father was a Cartelli man, that's exactly what he would always be--a Cartelli man. And her mother would always be the wife of a Cartelli man. It was a reality that was suddenly saddened and bleak and unacceptable. The young woman endured the cyber-man's speech until she became an active participant in the conversation.

More years rolled by and the woman, now finally reaching the consenting drinking age and accompanied by the cyber-man who insisted he be called Arthur, was out on her own. As soon as she'd become old enough, she left her parent's comfortable enclave and stuck close to Arthur, a member of the Bounty Hunters Association. He lived his life traveling, never staying in one place for more than a week or two, and the woman traveled alongside him. She learned of the honor code held dear by all BHA members, the ways and tactics of a bounty hunter who wished to live to see the next job, the fighting skills of a member who knew that close-combat was just the cracked door to death, and marksmanship borne of talent that had been hidden and dormant, but needed guidance and a suitable teacher to reach its full potential. The twosome traveled many years together until the woman had experience enough to strike out on her own and make her own name and life.

She stuck to that way of life all the way up until she received a request for a job that screamed once-in-a-lifetime thrill. Board the Evergreen. The kind of enticing job that she knew she had to keep quiet in order to lessen the competitors she could hopefully avoid violence with down the line. It was the same kind of excitement she had only felt one other time in her life. Though she had accepted many jobs and met many different faces, she could only recall a single time the joy of a child seeing a corporate army for the first time welled up within once more. It was back when Arthur had deemed her ready and took the woman to his BHA enclave in order to officially join as a bounty hunter. There were dues to pay and rules to learn and the honor code to follow, but the first question they asked was her name. She had looked to Arthur who gestured that this was one thing he could not help her with. She thought for a moment then turned back to person who would begin the registration for the rest of her life. She smiled. Laughed. And looked him dead in his cybernetic eye.

"You can just call me Sable."

_{M E M O R I E S}

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You would think they would move out of the way. You would think. But you would be wrong. It was the same thought Sable thought every time she strolled down the walkway and bumped into and past the bodies of anybody and everybody going both in her direction and the opposite. She always walked with the same dutiful gait and the same long stride that usually left companions complaining that she needed to slow down and remember her height and why the hell wasn't she was listening. On this day, she had chosen the smarter choice of traveling alone and it was even better because she had just finished a contract. It had been much easier than the other messy endings of late and she had actually felt a sense of accomplishment after this one. A feeling she had neglected long before she took up membership with the BHA. In fact, she felt so accomplished that her newfound mood dictated she accomplish another mission albeit this one left the sense of danger by the wayside.

The storefront was not glamorous by any opens and the automatic door that whooshed open was ancient by current societal standards, but it was this kind of dive that served the best drinks. And Sable was in the mood for the best drinks. Her gaze immediately caught Arthur in the usual back corner booth and the usual eyebrow raise followed as a pointy-eared waitress turned and slowly sauntered back towards the counter. An exaggerated inhale and exhale passed the moment before Sable found herself setting her rifle, barrel down, near the outer edge of the table so it could lean and sliding into an uncomfortably small seat across from her teen-hood friend and mentor. Arthur yelled a drunken greeting and awkwardly reached over to pat the back of Sable's shoulder. As much as she loved to be in the same mood as her mentor, Sable hated the back pats. They were always too damn hard.

"It's about time you got here! How was the job?! Easy right??" Arthur asked, his indoor decibels slowly rising.

"Uh huh. Easy as shit. Except you forgot to mention the mark was armed," Sable replied, a mixture of envy and playful annoyance plastering her expression.

Arthur set his cup down rather hard and looked up and around like he was trying to think. "N-no friggin' way!" He yammered, "He's a delivery boy! T-they're ssssmall time! I told you that b-befo--"

"I hear ya buddy," Sable interjected, "Tell that shit to the holes in my jacket. You're getting it fixed this time, I'm damn tired of shellin' out. This material is composite, it isn't just leather, and it's so old I get yanked for a premium every time. Don't tip so well today, you owe me,"

The waitress returned with a tall cup and thin tendrils of steam rising from it. Sable nodded and offered an inauthentic smirk while Arthur ogled and offered a genuine grin of lust and what was surely his communicator number messily drawn on a napkin. The pointy-eared waitress gratefully accepted both of his offerings before turning to return behind the counter once more. Sable shook her head and chuckled. "Still messin' with Glitters? Really? This is a problem, you know that don't you?" she said as sipped a long draw from her cup. Still smooth and still electrifying going down. There was that sense of accomplishment again.

"I-it's only a problem for my girl," Arthur said, ingesting another swig, "And I told you I wasn't gonna m-marry her anywaysss. It was you who told me to try and s-stay committed. I-I d-didn't ask for this crap!"

A sigh of satisfaction escaped from Sable's lips. "'Cause it helps you save money," she said.

"W-what?! A-are you my bank??!"

"I'm your goddamn conscience and I'm tired of bein' broke. The jobs aren't getting any better and if you keep takin' out loans how the hell are you ever gonna keep payin' for room and board, much less a Glitter. And I just finished tellin' you my jacket isn't cheap,"

Arthur finished off his drink and slammed the cup on the counter. Not a single soul turned or stopped what they were doing. This was the kind of bar where you should have been afraid if loud noises did not occur from time to time. "W-well, l-let me tell you this!" Arthur exclaimed, sitting back in his seat to rest against the wall. Sable sighed, but took another long sip of her drink and immediately brightened up again. She sat back as well, ready to listen. "I h-have a line on a job. I-it's not just a-any old job either. G-give me some t-time and you'll see!"

"Uh huh. Why can't you tell me now?"

Arthur glanced over at the waitress behind the counter and she gave him a wink. He put two fingers on a metallic strip on the side of his head, currently flashing with lights. The flashing stopped after a few moments. "B-because I need t-time! G-give me a few hours a-and I-I'll ssssober up and t-tell you w-what I've heard!"

Sable glanced at the waitress who hesitated for a moment then gave her a wink as well. The bounty hunter laughed and finished off her drink. It seemed like it was due to be a longer night than she had anticipated.

_{E Q U I P M E N T & L O Y A L T I E S}

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Despite being a bounty hunter, Sable carries less equipment than most of her fellow members. Her staples are a handgun that fires 7.62 ammunition propelled using an ion drive and a mechanism that electrifies the bullet itself and a pair of daggers that vibrate at high frequencies because the marriage between old-school tech and current era augmentation is one of the woman's highest areas of interest. The star of the show, however, and Sable's partner in crime is her highly customized sniper rifle nicknamed Round Eye.

Round Eye is a sniper rifle that remains fully assembled and stands just a foot or so shorter than Sable herself. In her tradition of combining old-school and current era tech, Sable customized Round Eye to fire .50 cal ammunition that passes through a larger version of the ion drive in her handgun, but this one built solely to increase the velocity of the bullet with high accelerating voltages. With the heat and energy of the drive behind it, a shot from Round Eye causes very high recoil so the rifle is usually only fired from a position where it can be set and the internal stabilizing gear and prongs can do their job.

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Sable's loyalties lie fully with the Bounty Hunters Association. She's been officially a member since she was twenty one and has remained loyal into the present time. Though this fact is true, it's also true that in seeking the most thrilling jobs, the woman has done jobs for many of the corporations over the years. One of her best clients is the Cartelli Corporation who offer jobs through their local branch of the BHA and right alongside them would be Everyman Equity. Though EE's jobs tend to err towards the underground world of smuggling, some dangers and tasks within a job persist no matter what a bounty hunter is asked to accomplish.

The amazonian sniper carries no rank that she can recall, but she is moderately well-known for the size of the rifle she carries slung over her back, the efficiency with which she completes her jobs, and the many social indiscretions and indignities she's willing to commit in the name of relaxation and forgetting about reality once in a while.

Concept's Hall of Characters

Concept's Hall of Characters

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This is a thread dedicated to all the characters I'll create. If I don't get to use them in the roleplays I create them for, you may seem some pop up again.

Due to a recent situation I need to add this. Please don’t use my characters for other roleplays without my consent.

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Table of Contents

Sable - Evergreen on High

Gabriel - Black Lily

Cassian Priest - Ultralight

Grant Corrigan - Through The Never

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝙾𝚗 𝙷𝚒𝚐𝚑 - 𝙷𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙸𝚗 𝙾𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚝

My bad lol, I got ya.

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝙾𝚗 𝙷𝚒𝚐𝚑 - 𝙷𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙸𝚗 𝙾𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚝

Posted my character in the tab! I'm excited for this. Seems like a lot of work into the concept so I can't wait to contribute to it.

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝙾𝚗 𝙷𝚒𝚐𝚑 - 𝙷𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙸𝚗 𝙾𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚝

Withdrawn

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝙾𝚗 𝙷𝚒𝚐𝚑 - 𝙷𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙸𝚗 𝙾𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚝

@DeadDrop

So I have a couple questions and forgive my ignorance if the questions are stupid. I read over the OOC and the factions and just need some clarifications before I can set about thinking about what kind of character would be best for me to invest into this narrative.

My first question pertains to the present time. I know Mars has been colonized, but does Earth still have a significant population and is it still dying or have things improved a little in the current year?

Second question is you say in the opener that only three corporations exist on Mars now, but there's a whole lot of factions. So if we have characters from other factions, are they now under one of the big three?

Thanks in advance.

A Mature RP - Concept's 1x1 Search [18+]

You can call me Concept and, while I'm not great introductions, I'm going to try and get across what I'm looking for here. I've just returned to the site after a two year hiatus and with the quarantine in effect I have a lot more free time because I'm now working from home. I'm looking to create a story with someone that is mature in nature and interesting for us both. I'm only looking for female partners and below are some guidelines to help you decide if you'd like to roleplay with me or not. Oh, if you want a peek at my writing you can look in my profile for the history I have from two years ago.

What I'm looking for:
- 18+ Female partner
- A partner who doesn't mind writing in threads
- A mature, original RP
- Original characters
- Consistency in posting rate and in conversation OOC
- An enjoyable, leisurely atmosphere OOC
- Character-driven story-telling, development, and fleshing out of characters
- The ability to write at least 3 - 5 paragraphs of substance. Quality over quantity for sure, but it's hard to reply to a really short post in any meaningful way.

To explain a bit of this, I've found in the past that the best roleplays came together when the roleplayers truly enjoy the story their creating and each other's company. I try not to set any specific posting frequencies or rules because I feel like organic development and the right partner creates that kind of structured environment anyway. I mainly ask for consistency and when we're both consistent and there's less stress from rigid badgering, we have the most fun and create an awesome roleplay at the same time.

Now I bet you're looking for the concept. Well, let me start by saying that I'm not into fandoms. I enjoy watching, reading, and playing different subject matter, but I always prefer to create an original roleplay with original characters. I enjoy developing a character and watching them grow in unexpected ways. Below, I'll outline some concepts I'm definitely not interested in. I try to vary my tastes, but I just can't get up the passion to work with these concepts:

Concepts I'm not into:
- Vampires
- Zombies
- Werewolves
- Historically accurate military sim
- Child and teen protagonists

Now here's some concepts I am into. This isn't everything, but it's what I can immediately think of and it may spark a narrative idea if you decide to PM me with interest:

Concepts I'm into:
- Modern Day setting
- Dark Fantasy
- Cyberpunk (Specifically Cyberpunk, not sci-fi by extension)
- Crime Drama
- Romance (But not by itself, needs to be incorporated with other elements)

Okay, I think I'm at an end here. I don't have a definitive story in my head at this time, but I've been binging The Last Kingdom on Netflix for the past few days and not only has it caused me to play The Witcher 3 again, but I've got dark fantasy on the brain now. If you're interested in roleplaying with me, just shoot me a PM and we'll discuss from there. I'll be using this thread as a base of operations for my 1x1 searches for the foreseeable future. Now, the final thing is because I know myself and like to devote real energy and time to my stories, I only RP with one partner at a time. So if and when I get a partner, I'll update the title of this thread with "closed". I only re-open if I get to a point where I need to search for a new partner.

Thanks for reading this hobbled together mess and I look forward to creating an awesome story together!

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝙾𝚗 𝙷𝚒𝚐𝚑

Very interested in this. Admittedly I've just returned to the site after a two year hiatus, but the quarantine has given me much more time to write since I'm working from home now. This immediately grabbed my interest and it's right up my alley. Love the genre. Consider me in.

Black Lily [High Casual]

Nice posts, everyone! I'll be posting a plot moving post here soon.