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Posting this on the off-chance I can find someone who wants to gm a 1x1.

I've had partners in the past who have GMed a story for us, and I've enjoyed it quite a bit. I'd like to have another RP, but right now I don't want the stress of leading the plot.

Who I'm looking for:Anyone who is casual/high-casual who wants to RP with me is more than welcome to see if we click. ^^ I don't bite... hard. I'm looking for someone to play a male or female character to my female.
I'm also looking for someone to take charge of the plot once we start RPing. I sincerely want someone to GM this RP.
I'm much more interested in quality over quantity - I like depth in character development. A 5 paragraph post that rambles and isn't well written won't hold my attention like a couple paragraphs with insight into your character's thoughts and development.

Types of RPs I'm interested in: While romance typically doesn't have to be the main point of the RP, it is an important part of an RP for me. Right now, however, I am in the mood for something with heavy romance. I tend to be drawn to fantasy RPs - more 'traditional' ones rather than urban/modern fantasy - the most, though if you have a really good idea for a non-fantasy, I'd be open to hearing it.
I have a bit of a craving for something dark and gothic-y with heavy romance.

Nobility/Commoner
Normal Person/Fey
Nobility/Guard
Nobility/Thief
Paladin/Necromancer
Normal/Thief
'Hero'/'Villain'
Any/Bard


I'd rather RP over PMs, as it is easier for me to keep track of things.
While I don't mind mature things, I don't often go into heavily detailed mature scenes. Making out, leading up to the 'main event' is fine, but then glossing over the rest or fade to black is my standard. As the RPers, we might discuss what happens between the characters in the bedroom if we feel comfortable with it and if anything happens, but as I said, I'd rather not fully RP it out. As for language/violence, go for it, I have no problems with it.


Other information: I'm sure there are many things I am missing at the moment, but for now this will do until I update things. I'm a late-twenties-something female, for those who like to know the age of their partners. Do not expect replies more than once a week. I work full time, and cannot commit to more than that.
Legend of Zelda
Dragon Age
Any Tamora Pierce novel
Seraphina
The Lunar Chronicles
Dragons Bait
Fairytale retellings
Doctor Who
Stardust
The Princess Bride
The Hunger Games
Miraculous Ladybug
The Flash


Kella grit her teeth as she marched along, hearing the man follow behind her. The way he spoke of the king rubbed her the wrong way. Who was he to speak of the king so? And what did he know of her mission? He was so infuriating! Why he couldn't have just left her alone, she didn't know. But he followed her - and forced her to walk, damn him, as she would not mount in front of him in this condition - and so Kella's mood soured with each footstep. She did not talk to him, or give him any indication that she wanted his company. Or that she didn't want it. Kella steadfastly ignored him as the sun slipped lower and lower on the horizon. Had she not lost time by being forced to walk, she would have made it to town and an inn. But no. Kella sniffed. She was going to have to camp out in the open, now, and it was this man's fault.

She stiffened as he drew nearer, telling her she should rest. As he was done with his little speech, she sniffed. "I doubt you are morally obligated to do anything. And you do not know me - do not act as if you know what I can bear." She tossed her head, sending her hair fluttering, the red color of it taking on a deep, fiery tone in the dying light of day. Her gait was shortened, the movement of her injured leg stiff. Kella knew she had reached her limit, or near it, but there was no way that she would admit it to this insufferable man.

She leaned on her mount, hoping he would not notice. Notice, and then force her to rest. As if she couldn't take care of herself! Starlight tossed her head and let out a snort, seemingly not liking this from her mistress. Kella frowned. Now even her mount was telling her it was time to rest! How entirely frustrating. She ignored the fact and strode onwards... until her injured leg finally gave out, not ten steps further. She let out a colorful swear as her knees buckled and hit the ground, dust and dirt scattering up around her. 
- - - - - - 
It was an honor, they said.

With her hair plastered to her face from the quick summer storm that had raced through the countryside a half hour before, Astrid let out a cry of anger. She could do without this so-called honor. Last night, she had went to bed dreaming sweet dreams and planning her dress for the harvest festival. This morning, she had eaten her porridge not even realizing it was to be her last meal. Then everyone had been called to the town square, and the mayor had said the dragon had demanded a sacrifice of a maiden to keep away from the town and its farms.

Astrid wanted to spit at the thought of the sniveling mayor, with his portly stomach and his pasty face, but she had not had anything to drink since noon, and her mouth was dry. She leaned against the roughly made stake that she was tied to, every inch of her body aching. How did the mayor know what the dragon demanded? Did the mayor speak dragon-ese? The thought of the mayor knowing what the dragon wanted was laughable, if Astrid felt like laughing. More than likely, they had no idea what was going on, and the dragon would just eat her then turn on the town. After all, the mayor had so much more meat on his bones than Astrid did. Perhaps she should make a point to tell the dragon that.

The light was slowly creeping away, and Astrid stared up at the sky. Maybe the dragon would eat her quickly, and she wouldn't even notice she had died. The girl – not so much of a girl but rather a maiden just over the cusp of womanhood, seventeen and dreamy-eyed, though those eyes were now empty of dreams – swallowed. Maybe dragons were like cats, and played with their food. What a horrible notion.
- - - -
Oh. Oh my. The Dame wanted to see their home? Aerabella chewed the inside of her cheek. All too much of their home showed their dwindling wealth to the trained eye. And there was something in Dame Sgarsiath's eyes that showed the woman did not miss much. But considering the fact that Dame Sgarsiath hadn't been turned away at the door, Aerabella was sure the draconian woman knew their situation was desperate.

Aerabella took the woman's arm. "Let me show you our library, Dame Sgarsiath. My brother should be done with his studies for the day, so it should not be too crowded. It is a simply...cozy...place."

Cozy. Code for small and a bit cramped. Aerabella actually liked it - it was more of a study than a library, but Aerabella had made sure to fill it with all the books she could. At least, what she could not fit into her own rooms. Her personal room had her books upon magic and her favorite novels. The study held books on travel and science and nature.

She led the woman through halls that should have been bustling with servants, yet were strangely empty. They had cut back staff to the bare minimum. And the few servants they had were surely gossiping about Dame Sgarsiath's...unique appearance. Aerabella thought it was for the best. She needed no extra odd stares in the halls.

She let go of her companions arm and opened a set of double-doors. The room was well-lit, between large windows and a chandelier that spoke of wealthier times. "Here we are. The library. Please, sit. I can call for more tea? Or perhaps you are hungry? Cook has made some lovely honey-scones." She barely kept herself from twisting her hands together. She really had no idea on how to entertain a suitor she might actually want to keep.


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