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7 yrs ago
Current Well, I have entered the RPG world again. Things are still tough so it will be slow going for a while but I'm working myself back into it. Thank you ALL for your patience. <3
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7 yrs ago
Sorry everyone. Things are a bit rough. I'll be back when I can. <3
7 yrs ago
Sorry about the response time... I'm currently visiting with family I haven't seen in a long time and this summer is getting steadily harder for me... I'll do my best <3
7 yrs ago
I was back... but now I'm in a slump and feeling pretty shitty. I'll reply when I can...
7 yrs ago
GUYS I'M BACK. That was one exhausting vacation!
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Bio

Hello Everyone!!! Let's just get right down to it!

Interests:
~Dungeons & Dragons: this is my life currently. I am a student and have a part time job on campus. I started a tabletop roleplaying game club which meets twice every week to run campaigns. This is where my love for roleplaying began.

~Reading: will include favorite series below

~Writing: Unfortunately I have a hard time writing because I get bored describing things. I already know what is going to happen so I find writing it all out tedious. I love roleplay for this *exact* reason. I *don't* know what is going to happen. I can still have my character and play the way I want but I still get to be reactive and have surprises thrown at me. Plot twists in RP is what I LIVE for!

RP Interests: Here is the important stuff
I am most interested in 1x1 medieval fantasy roleplay. I have run many RPs for friends over message but I would really like to be able to sit back and be the player. I enjoy *every* aspect of roleplay. This includes romance and darker, more mature content. I don't really have any lines or veils so feel free to get gritty. The only restriction? Please make it tasteful. Don't torture my character repeatedly for no reason. I want to be able to use those sorts of things for development purposes. Also, I enjoy a good sex scene but I'm not here to just write erotica. I enjoy detail but let's also remember there is a larger story going on as well :-) Gore is fine. I am going into the medical field so anatomy fascinates me. Let's keep animal torturing to zero unless you have a really good reason. Also, bonus points if you can make me cry! Both tears of happiness and tears of sadness are appreciated.
NOTE: All of the mature content is optional. It does not have to be there as long as the story depth can be kept up without it :-)

Frequency:
I tend to RP while I do homework. It gives me a break and it makes me happy while I do it. This means that I will probably be getting on every day. Some days later than others but once I am on, I usually will be engaged and posting for multiple hours straight. I would love a partner who could keep up with that but I'm flexible.

Post Length:
I haven't been a part of an RP on here yet but I am willing to go into plenty of detail. My experience with RP has been over message so my posts there are usually dialogue with a short one or two sentence description but I want to be able to post longer responses. I am a very firm believer in quality over quantity. Sometimes I totally understand if you want to see how a character will react before you continue which leads to shorter posts. Let's at least give some dialogue and a few descriptions of what is going on so it's not too short but please do what feels right. Don't keep writing because you think there is a paragraph minimum because then the quality can fall. Let's be casual style but advanced storytellers!

If I have forgotten anything of importance, PM me! Now...

Favorite Book Series (in no particular order):
~The Sword of Truth series by Terry Goodkind
~The Throne of Glass series by Sara J. Maas (not exactly looking for a fandom RP but something in this vein would be sweet!)
~The Queen of the Tearling series by Erika Johansen
~Inkheart series by Cornelia Funke
~The Inheritance Cycle by Christopher Paolini

Thanks for stopping by!

~~Hellish Hin

Most Recent Posts

“Oh trust me, Batharyn, I know about the fickle nature of the common folk. One minute they are enjoying your company, the next they are chasing you with pitchforks.” She laughed lightly. “But you seem strong so I find it strange anyone would give you up.” It was true. There was plenty of heavy lifting to be done around a tavern. Why anyone would kick him out, or even be brave enough to, struck her as strange.

“We sound alike though, you and me. When our work is no longer appreciated, we are run out of town, forced to live on the roads…” She decided to chance it. He might have said he didn’t have any coins but at least she could get a little warm up in.

“Now that you mention it… there is something you could do for me.” She reached out and took his massive hand in both of hers. “Have you ever desired to know what lies at the end of that long road, Batharyn? Wanted to know what the fates have in store for you?” She batted her eyelashes but her gaze was intense, perhaps even soul-piercing. Her thumb traced small circles on the back of his hand.
As Batharyn’s eyes traveled down her body, she bit down on her tongue to keep a shiver of uneasiness from travelling down her spine. Of course some men looked at her that way. It was to be expected since she was anything but hard on the eyes, but something about this large man made her want to run. Most men she knew she could scare off with a few words and if worse came to worst, she had her daggers, one hidden on her thigh, the other in her boot. She had used them a couple times and they were effective but with the size of this man, it was apparent that they wouldn’t be of much use. Better to stay friendly to this man. She didn’t want to be on his bad side.

“I come from far away, yes but it is the fact that I have no destination that makes the journey long.” She commented lightly as the two of them walked to the stables. It was his size that didn’t allow her to consider that he was looking at her for different reasons. Someone of that size could never be a thief.

“You horse looks strong. And he would need to be, I suppose.” She said with a friendly smile. “Caspar can stay in the stall next to his. He may have been a noble’s horse but he doesn’t need hay spun from gold as he might want you to believe.” She gave Caspar a few playful pats on the neck and he shook his head as if to shake her words off.

“So, Batharyn, what makes you travel about the kingdom, hmm?” She asked, confident in her assumption that because he had a horse, he travelled frequently. Men that size didn’t own horses that could carry them if they weren’t needing to be carried. It was these sort of assumptions that earned her coins. Her magic wasn’t as necessary as she made it seem. A few astute observations generally impressed the common folk enough that her magic could stay dormant for days at a time before finding someone important enough to speak to her about.

As she thought about her magic, she could now sense its presence again, even if it was somewhat subdued, similar to a stricken turtle finally deciding to make sure it is safe again. She allowed a serene smile to come across her face. Perhaps this man wasn’t as bad as she originally thought.
@Fetzen Also, feel free to use her mild divination powers however you want. I totally don't mind if you give her a vision and I respond to it. Could be interesting in certain situations :-D
Ride on him? Not a chance. She thought to herself but smiled politely. “He is quite tired from our travels today but come, let us take him to the stables.” She smoothly navigated the crowd and spotted a few people she would make sure to approach later. Their coin purses were heavy and they seemed gullible enough to pay her.

When the two step outside, Caspar’s eyelids were drooping but when the door creaked open and Salina stepped out, his ears perked forward and he nickered a greeting. As the Batharyn approached with her, he began to shy away, tugging at the reins tied to the hitching post.

“Easy there.” Salina murmured and stepped up to him. She ran a gentle hand down his snout. “We’re here to let you rest.” He seemed to be flicking his eyes from her to the large man but didn’t continue to shy away.

“He’s a very intelligent creature.” Salina said over her shoulder to Batharyn. “I won him in a game of cards from a pompous rich man. Right after we had to flee the town because that man was angry enough to kill us both. If Caspar hadn’t been clever enough to take the cramped alleyways through the town, he surely would have peppered us with bolts from his crossbow.” Salina smiled faintly at the memory. Caspar just kept his eyes on Batharyn. Once his reins were untied, she waited for Batharyn to lead her to the stables.
Good idea with the colors! Let me know if that blue is hard to read. Also, I was talking to my friend about this format of RP and she said that for post length, she always tells people to do what feels natural. I thought that was a great idea.

Don't push yourself to keep writing just because you think the post should be longer. If you just have a paragraph or so and feel like that you want to wait to see what my character does then that is completely fine. Quality over quantity for sure. It's been great so far but just wanted ya to know for the future :-) and also because mine is kind of short haha. I tend to like to be a bit more reactionary is all.

I really like how this is going so far though! :-D
As the rotund barkeep shouted a name at the door, Salina turned to look. She couldn’t help herself as her eyebrows raised in surprise. This man was massive. She had seen plenty of brutes in her lifetime but he was different. Something magical, or monstrous, must have been going on with this man. However, when he opened his mouth, she was even more surprised to hear the timidity in his voice. Someone like that had to have the ability to crush the barkeep’s head between his thumb and forefinger yet he acted as though he were a mere page.

As she looked at the towering man, something felt off. She casually reached a hand to her chest, seeming to finger something under her simple black shirt. It was then that she realized her magic was nowhere to be found. Usually it was lurking, a small undercurrent that was poking and prodding those she had her attention on. She didn’t usually get anything from it unless she was focusing but now, it seemed to have slunk away to hide. This allowed a small knot to form in her stomach and she realized she was afraid. It wasn’t just his size that was intimidating, but the fact that her magic seemed to be afraid of him too.

Salina gave a polite smile to the large man. “Good evening Batharyn.” She said, keeping her voice cool despite her uneasiness. She reached into the pouch at her hip and procured a silver coin, one of her last. “My horse is the white stallion. His name is Caspar. Please take very good care of him.” She realized that she wasn’t sure if she wanted him around her beloved horse. “Mind if I come with you to collect the rest of my things?” She held the silver out to him, a little worried about how gentle this man could be.
Salina could hear the drunken laughter drifting out into the evening air and her stomach growled. She spurred her white stallion faster as he had begun to drag his feet, kicking up dust in his wake. He was a good horse, intelligent and sound. There had been a few times where his quick thinking was the only thing that kept the angry townsfolk, crying witchcraft, from dragging her away and burning her at the stake.

But they had been travelling all day and he was tired. Truth be told, so was she. Her time on the road was starting to wear on her. She would have liked nothing more than to buy a cottage and live out the rest of her days quietly but she had no skills. She couldn’t weave, cook, farm or anything else that would let her survive so this was her only option. She had to travel from town to town, using her minor gifts to con men and women into paying her for their fortunes.

You wouldn’t think a mere fortune teller would cause so much disturbance in a town but the thing was… Salina’s fortunes had the quirk of coming true. There was a catch, however. More often than not, she saw others’ misfortunes. Nothing caused people to shove coins in her direction with more fervor than a doomsday fortune and advice on how to avoid it. What made them angry was the fact that, even when she tried to help them avoid their misfortune, it befell them anyways and they always blamed her. Thus she was constantly on the run. A fugitive in her own lands. But she had Caspar and the hope that one day she would find a place she could stay for good.

She pulled Caspar to a stop out front and slid out of the saddle. She landed and her knees almost buckled. She bit her lip to stifle a groan at the soreness of her thighs. Running a hand along Caspar’s silky neck she pressed her forehead to his cheek.

“I'll send someone out to take care of you in a moment.” She murmured to him and tied his reins to the hitching post. She pulled her hood low and took careful stock of her things. Being a traveler, she knows all about thieves.

She stepped into the boisterous great room of the Nail In The Coffin, and paused by the door. Her silver eyes scanned the room, naturally eyeing patrons she thought were gullible enough to pay her. But before she got down to business, she needed food and a good drink. She picked her way across the room, keeping her head down and approached the barkeep.

“Red wine and whatever you're serving for dinner, please. And someone to take care of my horse.The white stallion.” She said sweetly. She slid her hand inside her coin purse and found it uncomfortable light. She would have to stay here for a while. She just hopped the mob would wait for a few days before gathering their torches and pitchforks.
Of Bandaids and Beatings


Adventures in Alagaesia



Salina
Strength: 10
Agility: 12
Intelligence: 16
Height: 5.5 feet
Weight: 130
Current Gear: Black cloak with blue embroidered trimming, a leather satchel decorated with seemingly random trinkets and is filled with the tricks of her trade, two well-made hidden daggers, a coin purse filled with a decent amount of coin, a white horse which must have cost a pretty penny, gear for travelling including a tent and cooking supplies (these things are left with in the stables as she stays in the tavern)

Salina is a travelling seer. She has minor magical talents that allow her to con money mostly off of men but also off of people desperate enough to hear whatever they want to hear. She is mysterious and doesn't usually stay in one place for too long, otherwise she fears she might get run out of town because of accusations of witch craft. They may be true accusations but she still values her life. She makes enough to survive but is always seeking out ways to strengthen her power. She also tries her best to make sure nobody knows about her magic. One, she would be easy to track by the many people she has angered (she might even have some still following her now). Two, it could get her hanged if she wasn't careful. Three, it would draw too much attention. She liked getting involved on her own terms, not anyone elses.
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