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Dragon Age: Of Champions and Heralds [21+]

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Dragon Age Epic Megathread, multiple plots [21+]

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Dragon Age: Of Champions and Heralds [21+]

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Dragon Age Epic Megathread, multiple plots [21+]

Introduction:

Disclaimer: I am pretty much set on the direction of the story that I want to tackle. I know not many people are down to play the Qunari, which I totally understand, but if you're one of those people, then this thread is not for you.

Note: Your gender identity won't affect my choice in writing with you. I just seek out people who play male characters while I play female roles, as I prefer to include romance and adult content. And yeah, you gotta be comfortable with writing adult content (profanity, violence and smut, no fade to black)

About me

• Multi paragraph to novella length posts, the least I'll post is two paragraphs, depending on the scene.
• I pay close attention to detail when writing, I love to be detailed and bring the scene to life.
• I post at least once a week, sometimes it may take me a bit longer, depending on what is going on. But as a patient and low-maintenance roleplayer, I would appreciate the patience and understanding in turn - we're adults.
• I am hiatus and break friendly - even if you're gone for months, I'll be on board when you come back.
• Cussing, sexual scenes and ruthless violence all are great and accepted here.
• OOC chatter is extremely important to me.
• I have very little limits when it comes to subjects in writing and am open-minded.
• I am obsessed with aesthetic and use images for roleplay whenever I can. Let me know ahead of time if this is something that doesn't interest you.
• I am a SUCKER for a slowburn romance and smut - I hate rushing things.
• I'm big on world and character building, including side characters with some nuance to them, and so forth. I'm a big team player as well, so I'll need your help with some things!
• I will always be ready to make compromises with you. I don't expect us to like the same things, but I am happy to meet somewhere in the middle with you.

My expectations

• Be at least 18+, 21+ would be preferable, considering that I am nearly 30
• I expect similar effort in posting to my own which generally means 2+ paragraphs on a more lengthier side with focus on the details.
• Willingness to plan with me - it's exhausting to be the only one running the show.
• Please have understanding and patience with me, I'm really trying my best to balance out real life and hobbies.
• Always share your ideas and desires with me! I really appreciate it when a partner comes to me saying "Hey, I really want to do a specific scene, something like..." Always be specific about it.
• Writing samples are not obligatory, but I will still greatly appreciate it nonetheless.
• Open-mindedness.
• Most important of all - have fun with me. That's the whole point! Please don't feel pressured about anything.

A writing sample

In such vast plains of the tundra, the thick evergreen forests and the steep steps of the colossal mountains, the silence prevailed over these cruel lands. This was the land of death where only the strong would live. A lonely, vast landscape that was blanketed by the white sheet of snow and deep silence.

The winter had come and with it, kala settled along with the snow, the chill slowed the time and the nighttime dominated the cycles. But the darkness could not conquer these lands, as the white snow illuminated the landscape. And at this time of year, Ulfeid gave the marching soldiers a solace that is only present in this part of the world.

It was perhaps the last night where they would see the dark skies riddled with glowing and flickering stars, but like the waves of the vast ocean, the northern lights flooded the endless skies. White, blue and green stretched above the soldiers’ heads as they stared up in awe.

Those were the winds of Skaggarðr, carrying Ulfeid into the realm of mortals. It matched her otherworldly beauty, even in these desolate times where man’s true capabilities will be tested. As beautiful as Ulfeid was, she was cruel, unforgiving and spiteful. All deserved to be punished, but only those of any worth shall live to see another day.

But to these soldiers adorned in steel armor, this was yet another winter, yet another war they were marching into.

And Aadam knew why Ulfeid was so keen on punishing them all. He knew that they deserved it. They forgot their roots. And that was exactly why the people of Winthrope suffered from kala. It was a disease that would be their downfall.

As the soldiers had set up camp, Aadam pulled an elk he had hunted earlier this day. It was a blessing to find anything alive during the winter to hunt and eat, but even as the general of the army, he would not share it with the men he was leading. At least, not all of them. What Aadam was doing was something that the king or anyone from the Winthrope court would disagree with.

He moved away from the campsite where the rest of the soldiers were preparing to rest for the day, while Aadam had entered the nearest forest, seeking solace among the trees. Along with him moved around a dozen other men, though they did not carry a lot of camping gear as the rest of the army did.

Their little haven was, for the lack of the better term, primitive, simple and practical. They set up a campfire, took off their armor and despite the cold, they only wrapped themselves in the furs of the animals they had hunted. Aadam was the only one wrapped in the furs of a large cave bear. They exposed their bodies to the cold as they huddled around the campfire, while Aadam had cut up the bloodied meat of the elk, while the man next to him made a bitter smelling tea that he poured in small wooden and roughly made cups that he handed to each man.

“Ulfeid is giving us the final warning for this winter.” he whispered gruffly as he took the raw piece of meat from which he took a bite out of. It was unpleasant, the bloody juices trickled down his unshaven, blond beard as he chewed. It was a ritualistic practice of the Wǖlf warriors, the ancient heroes that were called after the northern wolves who moved in packs. They were the agents of the old land where Thors ruled over the people of the north. Aadam’s ancestor, Hjällmar, was the earliest ancestor that Aadam could find his link to, and Hjällmar was a legendary Wǖlf pack leader. In the stories, Hjällmar had separated himself from the link of humanity, with the intention of becoming an apex predator in the battlefield. Aadam followed the practices of his ancestor and shared it with the worthy soldiers he knew had the most potential to be the ones who will honor their ancestors and greet them in Skaggarðr.

“Stríð will witness our glory. And Dauði will welcome us home.” the man who concocted the tea whispered lowly, blowing what’s left of the petal dust from the flower towards the general direction of the huddled warriors, and with the way they whiffed the air, it would be obvious how strong and potent the smell and effect of the plant are even as mere dust. Ulfeid’s Solace was a rare flower that grew in the Northern’s forests, difficult to find and only a few knew how to use it properly. The man who made these drinks was someone Aadam trusted with this practice. After all, this exact man had a strange background and was the first to support Aadam in traditional practices. He said he had many names: Benjamin, Francis, Wilhelm - all of them fake, but everyone referred to him as Shaman. His background and his story were unknown, mostly anything he had shared was a lie, but Aadam had never met anyone who had known so much about the Thor’lundr practices, alchemy and even had witnessed strange episodes of Shaman’s behavior.

In some strange ways, Aadam was convinced that Shaman can actually speak to gods. “You will see them now.” Shaman giggled like a gleeful child, yet his bright eyes had glimmered with so much enthusiasm that it can only be described as madness. “I will take you to them. They are here. But they hide from Ulfeid. With each day, with each step, more of the land falls to kala.”

With everyone now holding the cups of tea that were handed to them, without hesitation, the group of men downed the awful drink that stung at their taste buds and left a lasting aftertaste. It was named Ulfeid’s Solace due to its effects - body heat increases exceptionally where one would seek to undress even in the coldest winter night. The feeling of comfort and euphoria rises in ways that would make one want to fall to their knees, and embrace the ground they walk on. The feeling of love and appreciation had increased. The childlike wonder would make one incapable to sit in one place, despite being haunted by hallucinations - hallucinations that mysteriously are shared by multiple people that are under the effects of this drug. It was not a personal experience for those who inhaled the smell and tasted the tea.

Barefoot and bare-chested, the group of warriors followed after Shaman through the thick forest, their hands brushing past the evergreen leaves and the barks of the trees, the feet heavily grounding themselves with each step, no matter how much the rocks or dried sticks would cut into their skin, they almost seemed unable to feel any sense of discomfort or pain.

They found themselves in the clearing where the Hjorki’s Waterfall resided. To anyone else,it would be just beautiful scenery, of a large waterfall cascading down the rocks and into a stream that disappeared deeper into the forest. But this is not what they saw.

It was Dauði’s head that laid there, his colossal head made completely out of stone - half of it a skull and the other half is the face of an elderly man. From the empty eye, the endless stream of water ran up what was supposed to be the rocks of the massive incline. The water was not running down. The time was going backwards. Dauði’s bright blue eyes blinked slowly as he stared at the group of men who approached them, their faces unable to hide the shock and admiration of the scene.

On top of the waterfall, a silhouette approached, far above them. A large, masculine figure stood on top of god of death’s head, with the axe raised to the sky. The man was a giant, as big as the fortified palace of Winthrope.

Shaman fell onto his knees, hands raising in the air as he joyously laughed, tears filling his eyes. “WITNESSED! WE ARE WITNESSED!” he screamed, as if he was unable to control the joy that he felt.

And Aadam could feel it too… Together, they stood before the gods. They not only have witnessed the truth that their ancestors believed in, but they were witnessed themselves, by those gods they were revering.

The Dragon Age epic

I'm back at this phase again and the desire to do these roleplays would not leave me be. So I had several ideas for separate stories that follow the games. In case you'd be interested in doing a long term roleplay that is based on the games and actually have ends that lead to new beginnings and content from the next game, I'm your gal.

Second and Inquisition based rps are my biggest craves. However if someone offers to be my long-term partner for all of the ideas chronologically, you'll get my undivided attention. I just love the idea of writing an epic Dragon Age story with reoccurring characters and with all of our choices leaving a mark, no matter how big or small.

Pairings

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These are the pairings for the following plot ideas. My characters will be highlighted in italic:

• Origins: Dalish elf mage x a character of your choice, entrely up to you
• Siege of Kirkwall, aka the Second game: Human Assassin (Hawke based character) x Qunari from Arishok's group
• Inquisition, sequel to the second game: same Human Assassin x same Qunari, now Tal-Vashoth (turned Inquisitor)

We can play all of these as far as I'm concerned. If you're a Dragon Age fan, we'll get along real well, there's no doubt about it. I know not many people are comfortable with playing Qunari, which is on high demand for me. I've played countless DA roleplays with human and elf characters (even dwarves), it had left me wanting something different. So if you're comfortable with playing a pretty good and accurate Qunari character for second and third games, I'll fucking love you.

Another note, if we end up working all of the plots chronologically, we can always use our main characters again in the future from the previous stories, be it as protagonists, side characters or have a massive impact as someone who had done something great in the past, much like it was with Hawke and Warden in the second and third game.

As for the Canon side characters, should we include them? Up to you! I'm down for playing Canon characters from the games anytime, as long as they're treated as side characters. But I'm also down for making new side characters based on the Canons and carry their roles for the sake of the story. I had played the Canon side characters in the past, so I feel comfortable doing it.

Now, onto the plots!

Origins and the Fifth Blight

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For this, at least for my own character, I'd use a Grey Warden who wouldn't be showing up anymore in the stories after the Origins storyline, at least not as a protagonist, though that really depends on how this story goes. I don't have much to add to this, as it would follow the game in its entirety as it is, with of course freedom for us to tackle plots and things in ways we want and have to deal with consequences accordingly. I'm always down to add new additional things to the table to make our roleplay feel fresh.

I don't have specific demands for characters, as this is something I'd like to discuss with my partner on what sort of characters we can make together for the plot.

Siege of Kirkwall aka the Second game

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This is the plot where I do want to focus in on some interracial relationship between a human and a Qunari, and is a story that will lead to the Inquisition timeline. With a Qunari loyal the ways of the Qun, meeting a free spirited human who leads him to freedom at the end of the events, only for years later when the tear opens in the sky for him to become the most important individual in Thedas. An epic tale and romance, if you ask me.

Although, most Canon side characters from the second game may not show up here, as I have a list of original side characters I'd like to use. That is, unless you're down of taking over the rest of the side characters! It's hard for me to say no.

My character is an Assassin and just recently became the head of the assassin organization who came to Kirkwall in their escape of the Blight. They had a run in with Isabela and her crew, which led to MC getting the Tome, unaware at the time that this Tome is the root of a major issue in Kirkwall - the Qunari. Upon realizing what this Tome actually is when they arrive to Kirkwall, MC with her right hand man decides to speak with Arishok and to return that bloody thing to its rightful owners, unfortunately the Tome was taken by someone in her crew who had wanted to blackmail MC and had taken the Tome to someone who holds political leverage in Kirkwall. So with a made up story, MC would stand before Arishok to tell him that someone they know holds the Tome and they plan to cause a disaster. And with her trusted right hand man who knows Qunlat helping the situation, they manage to convince Arishok to help them out in retrieving the Tome, sending his men to this mission, among which YC is one of them.

The person who took the Tome could be involved in the mess that lead to the Red Lyrium fiasco, so we can cover that ground as well.

MC will more or less have the same role as Hawke in this instance, which will earn her the same reputation by the end. Our characters bond during this journey, following the similar quests as in the game, having some of the more important side characters in the story until it reaches the infamous conclusion - Varric, Cassandra, Anders, Isabela, and maybe Fenris, including a desired character you'd like to include. YC had learned a lot from MC which in the end it affects his decision in turning against Arishok and it results with his freedom and becoming Tal-Vashoth as he leaves the Qun. Our characters, no matter if they end up cordial or in a fight, will separate and will not see each other again - until the Inquisition timeline.

MC fakes her own death in the meantime. She used to be the leader of a secretive Assassin organization only to become a renown figure, which she did not like. The death of the Kirkwall Champion would reach the news across Thedas, as well as YC. She had such an impact on his life, it surely wouldn't leave him feeling indifferent

The Inquisition

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A direct follow up after the second game, I'm only interested in playing this as a sequel to the story prior to this one.

YC ends up following the Herald's storyline as the one who can close the Rifts. The Qunari who had become the Inquisitor, which works even better with the direct follow up from the second game, knowing Varric, Cassandra and through the two of them there is Leliana who support him against the Chantry's aggressive reactions. I would be down to play a side character for a while before my Champion character comes into play.

This time, MC doesn't come as presenting as the Assassin leader that your character knew and loved, instead as a masked Orlesian pirate assassin who is well known and quite legendary in the land of Orlais in the past couple of years. Whenever she puts up this masked identity, MC is like a completely different person. She comes with a ship and masked pirate men offering to aid the Inquisition but keeping up the act the entire time. At first YC would be none the wiser as to who this is, but eventually he should slowly realize that it indeed is her.

The plot will follow the game, so I've nothing set in mind yet that I feel I'd like to additionally add, but everything is open for discussion!

In conclusion...

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Everything is up for discussion! The only thing I don't want to change is the pairing idea for the second and third game. As for everything else, it's open for planning, adjusting and changing.

All that's left to do is to send me a PRIVATE MESSAGE. I don't check the thread, I will be honest. Just pop in my inbox and let me know your thoughts!

Dragon Age: Of Champions and Heralds [21+]

Introduction:

Note: Your gender identity won't affect my choice in writing with you. I just seek out people who play male characters while I play female roles, as I prefer to include romance and adult content, I personally had great experience writing with female identifying partners who played male roles. And yeah, you gotta be comfortable with writing adult content (profanity, violence and smut, no fade to black)

About me

‡ Multi paragraph to novella length posts, the least I'll post is two paragraphs, depending on the scene.
‡ I pay close attention to detail when writing, I love to be detailed and bring the scene to life.
‡ I post at least once a week, I'm a busy human with a very hectic life, so bear with me.
‡ I am hiatus and break friendly - even if you're gone for months, I'll be on board when you come back.
‡ Cussing, extreme sexual scenes and ruthless violence all are great and accepted here.
‡ OOC chatter is extremely important to me.
‡ I have very little limits when it comes to subjects in writing and am open-minded.
‡ I am obsessed with aesthetic and use images for roleplay whenever I can. Let me know ahead of time if this is something that doesn't interest you.
‡ I am a SUCKER for a slowburn romance and smut - I hate rushing things.
‡ I'm big on world and character building, including side characters with some nuance to them, and so forth. I'm a big team player as well, so I'll need your help with some things!
‡ I will always be ready to make compromises with you. I don't expect us to like the same things, but I am happy to meet somewhere in the middle with you.

My expectations

‡ 21+ year old partners ONLY, I am not comfortable writing with someone below that age.
‡ I expect similar effort in posting to my own - which means I have a high preference for advanced writers.
‡ Willingness to plan with me - it's exhausting to be the only one running the show.
‡ Let me know if you want me to change something in my post - I will not get mad, I promise. It's never been a problem for me to go back and do some changes to my post in order for you to have a response that may suit a better outcome in the situation.
‡ Please have understanding and patience with me, I'm really trying my best to balance out real life and hobbies.
‡ Always share your ideas and desires with me! I really appreciate it when a partner comes to me saying "Hey, I really want to do a specific scene, something like..." Always be specific about it.
‡ Writing samples are not obligatory, but I will still greatly appreciate it nonetheless.
‡ Open-mindedness, willingness to try out crazy things with me in writing.
‡ Most important of all - have fun with me. That's the whole point! Please don't feel pressured about anything.

Quick rundown of the plot

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• My character takes on the Hawke's role, rather than actually being from the Amell/Hawke bloodline, my character is from a Robin Hood-esque assassin leader of an organization that is fairly grey in the moral shade range. Read my character profile for more information.
• Your character is the son of Arishok, pure-blooded Qunari, under the pressure of the Qun and his father's influence. The entire Kirkwall ordeal is almost like a trial for YC where he has to prove himself. However, when he is set off on a quest with MC, his views of the Qun are challenged by MC, who is very set on freedom of the people and what it actually means to live rather than to strictly abide by laws. The point is that MC has a full on impact on YC.
• Following canon side characters will be included: Varric, Anders, Cassandra, Isabela (Although Isabela's role to some degree will be replaced by MC and she will be more of a background character) as they hold importance in the main story, as well as Inquisition. Other canon side characters can be included, and making original side characters is also welcome.
• The journey of our characters will start during the Act 2 events, My character, as Hawke had in the games, already had earned the tinniest bit of respect from Arishok and she will come back to work for him. Only events that will be played in Act 2 from Act 1 is the part with Sister Patrice and Saarebas (Shepherding Wolves quest) and Viscount's son Saemus running off with the Qunari (Unbidden Rescue) as these are topical situations for our characters.
• The exact point where our roleplay starts is when MC comes before the Arishok with the information that the man she's targeting actually has the Tome of Kolsun in his possession. She offers to bring it to Arishok after catching the culprit, however Arishok prefers for that to be done with one of their men and sends YC, I strongly suggest you add a Qunari friend for YC that may end up dying during the story. However, MC did not tell the whole truth to either the Arishok and his son about the Tome...
• Our characters should bond and possibly even fight the Arishok at the end. The conclusion of Dragon Age 2 storyline is what makes YC end up becoming a Tal-Vashoth, which will lead to our second story in the Inquisition - where YC becomes the Herald of Andraste.
• As a Herald, he'll get a visit from a group of pirates who offer their services to the Inquisition, led by a curious masked Orlesian woman... Whose identity he will discover later in the story of the Inquisition.

The Starter of our Story

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Warning! It's novella length! Let this also serve as a writing sample!

"Story Starter"

A C T O N E : T H E C H A M P I O N

T H E S I E G E O F K I R K W A L L

"MC: Frances"

Frances - Serpents of the Rocks

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HOW IT BEGAN

"You really want to know the truth about the Champion, Seeker? Well, I can only tell you what I know. Best tales I know of the people who reach their glory are those who never asked for it. And Frances? Well... If it wasn't for the Arishok's son, I doubt we'd be here, discussing the events. It's not often you hear the son of a Qunari leader turning on his own flesh and blood... Because of a human woman. This had nothing to do with the conspiracy of taking down the Chantry and conspiring with the Qunari to take over the Free Marches. I think it was all because of love..."
- Varric Tethras

The people of Kirkwall were tense more than they have ever been before, as if the Blight itself wasn't an issue enough - the refugees storming through the gates of the city, the ever-growing tension between the Templars and the Mage Circle, things seemed to have only piled on further and further. The common folk were desperate and demoralized, the lower classes lived under miserable circumstances and were forced to take on grueling and rather immoral jobs for some coin, while the upper class still got to live comfortably, despite the ever-growing tensions.

The Blighted Castle is one of the biggest ships that graced the seas, as big as the ships of royalties and nobles from all around Thedas, but this one was just a bit different. There was a large black flag with a masked skull dancing in the wind, shamelessly announcing its presence to either provoke the bold or frighten the clever. The Nightlaws were the pirates who have been the kings of the sea for the past three decades, known to have taken down massive ships, raided and killed nobles in cold blood, sometimes even ending bloodlines, only to disappear into the night. They were rich and powerful, with connections running deep in the noble circles of gorgeous Orlais, which is the only reason why it seems this organization always slips through the cracks just in time. And when you hear the stories of these cold blooded killers and near-impossible odds, people tend to either idolize them like the Orlesians or are terrified at the mere mention of them like in the Free Marches of Ferelden. No sailor would want to share the same horizon as these folks…

And it seemed that there was a crew of pirates from ship Siren's Call who had seen the Orlesian flag and taken the opportunity to establish dominance which had proved to be a fool's errand. Siren's Call had met the depths as the survivors have fled the ship, and all of their valuables were taken away before the majestic sailboat would be nothing but a wreck. The Blighted Castle simply left their enemies behind to be the leftovers for the hungering sharks.

And those who left the ship that night in Kirkwall were not here on Nightlaw business - they didn't wear the recognizable uniform and these were not masked Orlesian assassins, instead they stuck to the shadows and their faces were hidden underneath the hooded cloaks. They were more than pirates and to the general public, they had no names. They had no faces. Just shadows that come and go in silence.

The organization that left the Blighted Castle are the Serpents of the Rocks and they situated themselves in one of the abandoned homes in Lowtown that led into the Darktown area which was perfect for smuggling both resources and information. Some people had to learn the hard way that there's new and more dangerous faces in the city that shouldn't be questioned, even though some dared to provoke. A group of hooded and well-armed assassins would eventually stir the community while remaining anonymous, some thinking that it's just another group of bandits that were idolized by the desperate, and the Serpents preferred it that way. They were organized and successfully secretive with how well they concealed their identities, so finding out information about them proved to be an incredibly tedious task and probably not worth losing life over it.

What the Serpents did in Kirkwall is doing some damage control - taking care of the helpless, clearing the streets at night of the trouble, but that really had riled up some people. Some mercs and thugs really wanted these new, dangerous faces out of their turf. And it was only a matter of time before they'd inevitably get into a much bigger conflict with the Serpents if they remain here for long enough.

Frances kept an eye out on their surroundings. She couldn't just simply walk out and puff her chest, announcing their arrival even more. They caused more than enough of a stir, but she did not expect Kirkwall to be this... Well, it's a cacophony, but what did she even expect in the time of Blight. Her good friend and also a bodyguard, Tavros asked her to come here. This was where he grew up when he was a child and initially met Tobias, the previous Head of the Serpents. He didn't like the rumors about the state Kirkwall was in and he wanted to see what was actually happening from the inside. The criminal activity in this place was frightening and so many people were in poverty, sleeping on the streets with nothing to hold their name. All the while the nobles lived comfortably in their side of the town, blocking the desperate lower class from even stepping near their side of the town. How could they just ignore and move on with their lives while so many suffer and die?

Living as both a Serpent and Nightlaw, Frances hid her true identity from the world, one identity as a he, a man, to the general public and other people who have never seen her. She liked to deceive the outsiders looking into her organization, because if you cut the head off of the Head, the rest will stop functioning and chaos will commence - hence why she had picked Frances as someone who represents her identity.

DEALINGS WITH THE QUN AND THE EXPEDITION

When they came to see the Arishok for the first time, tangled in the dirty business with a dwarf who wanted some of the infamous Qunari gunpowder, Arishok was met with five people. At a first glance, they were cloaked in dark armor though to a trained eye such as his, it was obviously light and unrestrictive armor. He had been in the human lands more than he would like to admit, and he had recognized that such uniforms are worn by the assassins, daggers and killers for hire. But more than that, despite not being able to see a face or any other physical trait aside from height and build, it was clear that in just this group of five, there was diversity - A male dwarf, male elf, a female human, and two male humans. However, one in particular stood out. He was the tallest and broadest, while he was dressed as a rogue, he was built like a warrior.... And Arishok almost thought that he was one of their own when he spoke the Qunlat.

It was disappointing and just as surprising to learn that the man who spoke to him in Qunlat was just a trusted bodyguard of the human woman who spoke with a firmness of a man and with fire in her tongue. Arishok was doubtful, as were his men, women were not meant to be leaders. But after Frances had done some favors for the Qun, without asking for anything in return, Arishok had shown the slightest bit of favor towards the Serpents, despite Arishok never seeing the faces of the people involved. Though he was aware that he was the first to know that the leader of this infamous group of assassins was not a man, as the city whispered. But a woman. And a strange one, at that.

And for that reason exactly, after what had happened with Javaris, it got the attention of Dwarven nobles who were preparing to go to an expedition to the Deep Roads. It is where Frances had met Varric, a Dwarven noble who prefers to be called a Surfacer, who is also a silver-tongued writer, and a former Grey Warden mage Anders, who shared Frances' bitterness for the authority, and the same drive to fight against the oppression of the Chantry and all other authority... Even though Frances, an assassin, had more of a moral compass. Despite those shared ideals, Frances had developed a closer friendship with Varric, bound with trust and same humor.

THREE YEARS LATER - PRESENT DAY AND UNENDING TROUBLES

The expedition, although ending successfully for the party, did not go smoothly. Bartrand, Varric's brother and the one behind the expedition had tricked the group and trapped them in one of the rooms of the Deep Roads after taking the Lyrium statue. The greed completely polluted the dwarf's mind and ever since they returned to Kirkwall, Varric was understandably hellbent on getting his revenge. While Frances had promised to help him in this endeavor, something rather troubling had happened...

The Serpents, despite the ridiculous amount of wealth they have earned after the expedition, have kept it going the same way they always had - head low, lurking in the shadows, gathering information, cutting throats and making sure to make the wealthy un-wealthy by donating all the finery and money to those in need. And after her one day of gathering information on Bartrand with Tavros, they returned to their headquarters, they'd learn that things will no longer be the same. Tavros and Frances that same fateful day have learned that, whatever they have taken from that pirate ship that attacked them years ago, actually had the stolen Tome of Kolsun - which belonged to the Qunari. The reason why they rushed back to their hideout was to retrieve the Tome to return it to the Qunari, with hopes to make matters better, as Tavros, who was knowledgeable about the people, warned Frances that if Arishok knew, he could really cross every boundary and wreck havoc upon all of Kirkwall, if not the entire Free Marches.

Just a few people were around the messy lounge area of their hideout and they looked beat up and bloodied, if not laying motionless and dead on the floor. Frances froze in place as she looked around, very clearly disturbed as the realization settled in. These people are her friends, her only family. Were they discovered by their new enemies? Who could do this to them? She needed to help them. Everyone. She cannot just stand there...

"Bennett..." one of the wounded spoke up, coughing blood. Frances rushed over to him, worry written all over her face. Not bothering to ask questions, she looked at the wound in his stomach and immediately began to treat him. The man groaned, clearly in pain as she shifted him to stop the bleeding from his seemingly fatal wound. She cared about her people, they were brothers and sisters. Even blood relations couldn't compare to the bond between the members of the Serpents, as they have bonded through the hardships, being each other's support and pillars… "Boss, it's Bennett... He started... A deal with... Someone else."

Frances frowned and looked at Tavros. "Call over the others and help the wounded NOW." she ordered. He rushed out, he didn't need her to tell him twice. Her attention would immediately shift back to her comrade. "Tell me, Phillipe, who is he working with?"

The man took a few quick breaths after swallowing, using whatever was left of his strength to form sentences. "Meeran... Another merc in town… We've already gotten some info on him… He didn't like our presence here and… And then Bennett... He took some of the prizes before we caught him and others he convinced..." he started coughing again.

Just as Phillipe was about to speak, Frances stopped him. "No, it's fine. You told me enough. You need to rest, I'll get us a medic." she insisted as she stopped the bleeding from his wound. Laying him down, she rushed to see who was dead from the group, even though any loss is a bad loss. She knew many of these people. Either she grew up with them or she taught them, she never took loss well. But the betrayal hurt even more. She was afraid that Tobias' death would lead to this, to the falling out of the Serpents and the organization he made to help the helpless and bring down those who step on them, only for the brothers and sisters to stab each other in the back like cowards.

Rage boiled on the inside as she walked over to the bigger and darker room without any windows that served like a storage area. The moment she lit up the torch and saw how much was missing, panic caught up with her. Looking around, she searched for the Tome, only to see that it was gone along with many other valuables. The redhead growled as she punched a shelf, bottles and books crashing on the floor, she closed her eyes to calm herself down. She came to Kirkwall to do the right thing and find those who need help and give them hope, because Serpents could do it. If she could prevent the Qunari from doing something disastrous, Frances would damn well do it. Unfortunately, things got a lot worse. Bennett might even try to blackmail her or make it seem as if she stole the Tome from the Qunari... This is very very bad…

And Tavros had warned her earlier. "Boss... If you're gonna give the Qunari back what belongs to them... I don't suggest telling them truth. The fact that it was in our possession this whole time would make us just as bad as the ones who had taken it from them." and she heeded his warning. Frances would seek to speak with the Arishok again... And try to make things right.

In conclusion...

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All that's left to do is to send me a PRIVATE MESSAGE. WRITING SAMPLES ARE DESIRED!

However, I will heavily judge a person based on their first message they send me. I need to know from the start if we're compatible. If you send me just a line of text in inbox, I'm not gonna bother reading, let alone respond.

Given that I did my best to let you know here everything you need to know about me as a writer, I want you to be detailed about yourself when you send me a message. If I captured your attention, I think its only fair you try to do the same to capture my attention!

All's fair in Love and War - A complex tale of Ares' and Aphrodite's love [LFM, 21+]

Might give this a shot again...

All's fair in Love and War - A complex tale of Ares' and Aphrodite's love [LFM, 21+]

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All's fair in Love and War - A complex tale of Ares' and Aphrodite's love [LFM, 21+]

Introduction:

Note: Your gender identity won't affect my choice in writing with you. I just seek out people who play male characters, I personally had great experience writing with female identifying partners who played male roles. And yeah, you gotta be comfortable with writing adult content (profanity, violence and smut, no fade to black)

About me

‡ Multi paragraph to novella length posts, the least I'll post is two paragraphs, depending on the scene.
‡ I pay close attention to detail when writing, I love to be detailed and bring the scene to life.
‡ I post at least once a week, I'm a busy human with a very hectic life, so bear with me.
‡ I am hiatus and break friendly - even if you're gone for months, I'll be on board when you come back.
‡ Cussing, extreme sexual scenes and ruthless violence all are great and accepted here.
‡ OOC chatter is extremely important to me.
‡ I have very little limits when it comes to subjects in writing and am open-minded.
‡ I am obsessed with aesthetic and use images for roleplay whenever I can. Let me know ahead of time if this is something that doesn't interest you.
‡ I am a SUCKER for a slowburn romance and smut - I hate rushing things.
‡ I'm big on world and character building, including side characters with some nuance to them, and so forth. I'm a big team player as well, so I'll need your help with some things!
‡ I will always be ready to make compromises with you. I don't expect us to like the same things, but I am happy to meet somewhere in the middle with you.

My expectations

‡ 21+ year old partners ONLY, I am not comfortable writing with someone below that age.
‡ I expect similar effort in posting to my own - which means I have a high preference for semi-literate and semi-advanced to advanced writers.
‡ Willingness to plan with me - it's exhausting to be the only one running the show.
‡ Let me know if you want me to change something in my post - I will not get mad, I promise. It's never been a problem for me to go back and do some changes to my post in order for you to have a response that may suit a better outcome in the situation.
‡ Please have understanding and patience with me, I'm really trying my best to balance out real life and hobbies.
‡ Always share your ideas and desires with me! I really appreciate it when a partner comes to me saying "Hey, I really want to do a specific scene, something like..." Always be specific about it.
‡ Writing samples are not obligatory, but I will still greatly appreciate it nonetheless.
‡ Open-mindedness, willingness to try out crazy things with me in writing.
‡ Most important of all - have fun with me. That's the whole point! Please don't feel pressured about anything.

A recent, imperfectly authentic writing sample

Famous people were such a bore. Rosalie has spent most of her lifetime surrounded by mortals who lived short lives who had relevancy in the public eye. Most were used as unaware puppets of the Camarilla masters who were pulling the strings that would help out the Masquerade, but they were nothing but shallow icons that represented beauty and fleeting gloriousness that would only be remembered once they die young for the sake of publicity when their time is up.

Rosalie hated spending time with famous mortals. She only liked a few. Even though Tarantino has recently been Ghouled (hence why he left the scene and no longer is doing the movies) he was an interesting fellow. Johnny Depp was so beloved that no Kindred actually wanted to Sire him, not even Rosalie herself. Travolta, on the other hand, well the poor fellow has fallen into a grip of a delusional Malkavian who is still to this running the joke of the Scientology with the assistance of Technocrats. All the specific actors and other celebrities who seemed to be quite strange and actually offer something interesting to the scene were dancing to the beat of the Kindred society that only they can hear.

These fellow actor that Rosalie was with? Hah! She was the only Kindred among them. They had nothing to do with the Kindred side of Hollywood and it showed. Talented people, yes, but all they've been talking about tonight are the goals for the future, schedules for filming of the great remake of the movie that is definitely going to be a shameful homage to the original and other mortal concerns. The redheaded beauty wanted to shudder at the mere mention of husbands and wives, diets and training, potential surgeries, and that fish recipe someone's mother discovered. UGH.

Rosalie had nothing to do with it as she stared at the cattle and just desired to cause some chaos. Oh, the smell of blood surrounding her just begged to be spilled. She wanted nothing more but to stain the golden walls with gore and blood, to watch the crimson slowly drop down the luxury surface of the expensive gold, see the light trail that the blood left match the color of her hair. Completely absent from the conversation of her fellow co-stars, Rosalie stared at nothingness with her eyes dreamy of carnage as she let out a longing sigh. But the sudden intense sparkle that lasted for a moment, but it nearly blinded Rosalie's senses that was not only enhanced through supernatural means, but also the drugs that still lingered within her, she turned to see a massive statue of a horse made out of gold and crystal.

Such campy, hideous and kitsch creation. Mon Dieu. Magnifique.

The Toreador left her group and walked away from the crowded bar and casino towards the statue that stood away from the people, but she wasn't entirely alone as one of her personal bodyguards and also her ghoul followed after, putting her safety first. The man was tall, buff and had tattoos all over his arms and neck. A Russian martial artist, someone she recently picked up. He was a rough man. Tough man. Rosalie had a few intimate instances with him and she was impressed how a non-Kindred can be so enduring and have so much stamina. But still, he was a mere mortal to her, a fleeting toy for her to dangle around and toss him whenever she saw fit. Or eat him. Too much muscle, though. She'd have to decide.

"You don't need to follow, mon cher." she said when they were now away from the noise.

Shikolai didn't feel like leaving the woman alone, especially after he managed to do some digging himself. He stood behind her, lowering himself to reach closer to her ear as he whispered with thick accent and slightly broken English. "Mistress, the hotel owned by a Sabbat. Is not Camarilla haven."

Rosalie's eyebrows arched with surprise as she turned to look at Shikolai. "Oh... Is that so?" she asked him as the man nodded with a stern expression. Rosalie smirked and brought her hand to his cheek, her cold hand caressing him gently. "Do not tease me, mon amour, we're here in public." she purred to him, the soft accent caressing his senses as he was met with the glare of unrelenting carnality he only saw in this peculiar actress, for someone seemingly so angelic, she was worse than any idea of a satanist he could imagine. And she didn't even show everything she desired, to begin with. "Do not worry, then. If anything happens, it happened in the Domain of a vampire from the Sabbat, I don't think the Prince will take that lightly, after all." with that said, turned back to look at the hideous horse sculpture. "Besides, my disappearance or death will draw far too much public attention. So leave me, Shikolai. I wish to.. Admire mistakes." she waved the man off dismissively, as he had no choice but to heed the desire of his mistress and walked away from her, though he still picked a spot where he could see her - just in case.

Meanwhile, the woman stood there alone purposefully. To make herself as bait or, well, to see if anything will happen. She's a renown Camarilla Kindred, a Harpy no less, with tight connections to the power players in LA. She is far from a nobody. And she exploited herself on purpose as she visualized her Sire's arts of mangled bodies immortalized on the pristine, crystal horse, a morbid representation of wealth and failed victory, something like that. Donovan's vision and abuse imbedded deeply into Rosalie's psyche, his desperation becoming a part of her, because all of his internalized struggle and suffering was forced upon her, bled into her mouth, nostrils, eyes and ears, as he forcefully broke her bones, tied her up and left her to hang mangled from the bloody chandelier as Donovan would have his creative climax at the sight of a broken girl he turned into masterpiece.

Rosalie smiled. Those were simpler times. Now that he is without his muse, Donovan is now cast into shadows, forced by the hand of the Camarilla to isolate himself for a while. May he find solace in sunrise, she thought to herself.

With curiosity, she dipped her dainty finger in her wine and waved towards the crystal surface of the sculpture, wanting to see how red would look with this excessive slimmer, leaving a dissatisfying pink hue as the wine drop slide down onto the colorful carpet.

And that's when she felt it. Eyes were on her. She pretended as if she was unaware, but someone like her knew how to tell apart when a mortal would set their gaze upon her and when a Kindred targeted her on their radar. And she could feel her hairs stand on the back of her neck. Oh, this is a familiar feeling.

This is no young Kindred. This was someone much older, such a strong presence for someone who is in tune with her Auspex and supernatural senses, it just could be felt, the energy and air would simply feel thick and intense that it couldn't be ignored. That must be them.

The premise

Ares and Aphrodite, a love story as old as time itself. Troublesome, toxic, but raw and real. True to their nature, they're the two opposites, as much as it may cause chaos due to the differences, without their union, there would be an imbalance... The love is possessive, all-consuming. Self-control can only last as long as these two forces keep themselves in check. But the moment one missteps, it officially passes the point of no return.

I'm looking for specifically Ancient Greek mythological setting. Does it need to be super authentic? Maybe, not necessarily. Does the mythological setting need to be super on point and follow the ancient stories? Not really. As the matter of fact, my depiction of Aphrodite would be different. I never liked the behavior of a goddess that was meant to be reincarnation of beauty and love, but maybe there's a reason for it there, I simply did not like it.

I want to represent Aphrodite as the divine feminine, a nurturing figure of love, not one who would curse others out of spite. While it only makes sense that a goddess of beauty would be offended if she was not recognized as the most beautiful, in mythos, there were a lot of instances where Aphrodite has done vile things when love was rejected. I'd prefer to work on her character traits. She will start of as a fairly naive figure that is filled with innocence, much like love would be when it comes first. However, Aphrodite's sexual awakening and her coming to her fully power only happens when she's with Ares.

In the story, she'd be a fairly new goddess in the Olympus. The world is going through a troubling time, a lot of war and hatred has been growing among mankind, but among the gods in Olympus as well. The birth of the goddess of love had happened out of necessity, while also the aspect of her beauty that is there to inspire all to do good.

So when she meets with Ares, things will feel immediately electric between them. He's the definition of masculinity and Aphrodite is the true feminine. War and Love clashing, Ares disagrees with how love would dull the blade and Aphrodite naturally despising violence and pain, would disagree with Ares' choices to end things in blood. However, despite those disagreements, there's something more beneath the surface. A certain tension, electric and magnetic, a strong pull between the two opposites. Two different energies that simply cannot move on if one is without the other, or mass destruction and withering would take place.

Aphrodite might not dull Ares' blade, but she would most certainly soothe the unending and exhausting rage that made even the god of war himself feel as if its all pointless, at certain times.

There was a reason why Aphrodite came to be. And there was a reason why in such hard times Ares and her would have such a specific chemistry.

It would be a love story that should change the course of humanity's future. But it comes with a devastating price.

So no, it's not just a romance with lots of sex, just because Ares is a dominant, red blooded masculine force and Aphrodite being the living and breathing aphrodisiac and goddess of sex, doesn't mean that this story is going to be all about that. It's an epic tale where their nature, being the polar opposites, mends and harms them both at the same time. And how much their union affects the world around them, being the gods and forces of nature, it'll reflect their relationship. Even sex is not just sex, in this scenario. It's something more.

I'd go as far as to add more challenging aspects - Aphrodite's (upcoming?) marriage with Hephaestus and her inner conflict and guilt as a goddess of love, other gods and goddesses disliking Ares and wanting to keep Aphrodite away from him (considering that she's new and given that everyone sucks in Olympus, they'd want to use her for her own agenda) and who knows what we can come up with next!

So you're interested?

Awesome! All that's left to do is to send me a PRIVATE MESSAGE. Not here, don't post here, it annoys me more than I care to admit.

However, I will heavily judge a person based on their first message they send me. I need to know from the start if we're compatible. If you send me just a line of text in inbox, I'm not gonna bother reading, let alone respond.

Given that I did my best to let you know here everything you need to know about me as a writer, I want you to be detailed about yourself when you send me a message. If I captured your attention, I think its only fair you try to do the same to capture my attention!