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5 yrs ago
Current tfw you eat only super rare steaks, so everyone else in you house who only eats well done looks at you in disgust
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5 yrs ago
Considering quiting the retail business to become a stripper. It seems less objectifying and degrading.
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5 yrs ago
getting pollen everywhere, and it's basically just plant jizz
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5 yrs ago
Latin, Old Irish, Old English, Old Norse, French, and Middle Welsh classes? Guess I'll be properly prepared for any trips to 11th century Britain.
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5 yrs ago
Gah, I'm so in love with this woman, god damn. Now if only I had the courage to just ask her out :X
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Nerevarine

23||UTC -6|Active at Night|Dyslexic|LGBT/Trans Friendly|Semi-Professional Linguist|"Suðrskrælinga"


Language Competancies:

Any languages at B1 or above are ones that I am comfortable to RP in

Modern Languages
English: C2 (native)
French: B2
Afrikaans: B2
Spanish: B1
German: B1
Japanese: A2
Modern Irish: A1
Icelandic: A1

Ancient/Classical Languages
Old French/Anglo-Norman: B1
Gothic: A2
Old English: A2
Latin: A2
Old Norse: A2
Old Irish: A1
Middle Welsh: A1
Gaulish: A1

An RP done entirely in Latin would be amazing


About Me:
I started roleplaying around age 12, giving me about 11 years experience. I'm a hobby writer who makes subpar fantasy and sci-fi novels on the side and have dabbled in the world of light novels to give my drawing skills a bit of practice. I'm by no means a professional or even really a 'good' writer, but I do try my hardest. Unfortunately, I am a very busy person so I often simply don't have the time to put the level of quality revision and editing into my posts that I'd like. That said, I am committed to creating the best experience for my fellow roleplayers when I join their RPs. I am a busy person, however, so know that I may drop an RP if I become unable to devote any more significant time into it.

I mostly take part in Fantasy RPs and Nation RPs. While I enjoy romance side plots in other RPS I do, I generally don't do Romance focused RPs except on occasions. I am okay to do Romance RPs on 1x1, however, note that I usually have to be in a particular mood for these RPs so I am not always up for doing them. For this reason, when I want to do such roleplay, I seek out a partner myself. I am fine with writing mature/18+ scenes, however, I typically find them boring and uninteresting to write (sorry, I'm not much of an erotica writer). As stated above, I am LGBT and Trans friendly, so LGBT Romance subplots and RPs are totally fine by me.

In terms of characters, I'm most likely to roleplay women, as I am one, though I can roleplay any gender. I enjoy exploring the characters and fleshing them out as they grow in the setting.

I am often told that I can come off as rude, and while I like to play it up a bit and be something of a tsundere, and I am trying to work on it, but please note that I am not much of a social person, even on the online realm, and I may take a while to respond to messages or not give you a very detailed response. Feel free to message me for purposes related to the RPs we are mutually a part of, though. I love to discuss things concerning the games to give them a more interconnected and realistic feeling.

As stated above, I have dyslexia, and it can be a pain in the ass sometimes. Don't be afraid to point out mistakes in my writing, I have a tendency to misspell, and I want to be made aware if it's particularly bad. I also speak a variety of languages, and if you are interested in RPing in a language other than English, I am more than happy to do so. Check out my Langauge Competencies list to see what I am capable of using.

My interests are High Fantasy, Historical Fiction, Nation Games, Alternate History, and Video Games. I'm not crazy about Anime, but I watch a few here and there, but I'm hardly the person to go on a long discussion on Anime about (I don't really see it as much different than any other animation, sorry.), same with Manga. However, don't go all weeb on me, I'm part-Japanese sansei myself, so obsession with and fetishization of Japan and Japanese people annoys the shit out of me and if you do it I will likely have a few strong words to say to you before I block you. No, I don't care if you're also Japanese. In that case, you're not a weeb, you're just a dime-a-dozen nationalist and that's even worse in my eyes.

Anyway, I hope to have some enjoyable RPs with you all. Let's have some fun.

Contacts:

Twitter: @skakafraujo (in Gothic)
Discord: Druzhinka #5058
Conworkshop: Karous

Most Recent Posts

Fuck writers block

Giant post coming up asap
Soloman relaxed as he plunged his knife into a can of beans, cutting out the lid and taking right to scooping out heaping servings of cold baked beans. Another run completed, 20 kilos of titanium to Europa. And enough money to finally get a microwave in the ship. He still had some time to kill before the return to Mars. There was a girl here on Europa that he had hookef up with a few times before, maybe he could kill some time with her. Swivilng around, he caught sight of something.

A faint orange glow comming from a back corner of the ship.

"Shit, thats no good" Soloman groaned, picking up his plasma torch to go fix whatever the problem was this time. But it wasnt any engine problems. And before he could react, the source of the light, an orb, came out at him.

Immediately, Soloman found himself in a new location. Soloman found himself in an unfamiliar location. Following the conveniently placed arrow, he found himself in a room with two people, one looking rather ragged, the other looking rather official.

The hologram with his image and all his information caught his eye. He must have been detained by police.

"Hey!" He shouted, looking towards Cassie, the more offical looking one. "You cant just randomly detain people! My ship is registered and my taxes paid"
Appearance:


Name: Hong Li (李红)

Sex: Female

Franchise: OC



Special Abilities/Powers: Hong has inherited the mutations of her ancestor Solomon, giving her the ability to see in the dark, see infrared energy (both hinted at by her blue eyes), superhuman strength and endurance, and reflexes as well as additional upgrades given to her by the New Formosan government, such as mental sheilding and an endorphin booster to protect her from torture and interegation.

Hong is trained in hand to hand combat, and is skilled with using a gun from her time with the Military.

Equipment: Hong uses a 2nd Generation plasma caster, the weapon that drove conventional firearms into obsoletion. She carries a Formosan Officer's Vibroblade, but its more for ceremonial use than actual combat.

Hong's combat uniform is a long, heat resistant coat with anti-plasma sheilding and heat dispursing ceramics built into it. She also has a mask used to defend against nerve gas and other chemical/biological attacks.

History: Hong Li was born in New Formosa, a large nation, former Chinese colony, and a constituant state of the Venusian Federation. New Formosa, which is roughly the size of Earth's Russia, dominates the politics and legislation of Venus. A military junta, Hong Li was able to work her way to the status of an officer by way of not only her achievements in war, but by her status as a scion of the Venusian hero, Solomon Li, who saved the Solar System by foiling a plot by a rutheless dictator on the Penal Colony of Ceres, from taking hold of all planets and ruling all of humanity. That was 300 years ago, and since then, mankind has perfected FTL travel, and joined the galactic political scene. Hong is the current representative of Venus among the galactic stage, and a well known war hero who participated in the latest conflict.

Personality: Hong Li is a very reserved individual. Cold and Calculating, she bears little resemblance to her famous ancestor. She is selective of her words, and holds rather extreme views, being a supporter of the authoritarian New Formosan government's laws. She holds rather liberal views on most subjects, and has been a pionier in the legalization of cybernetics. She also inherited Soloman's love of Cherry Colas.

Vita is my senpai
Movie Theater


Osmani pulled herself together from the fit of coughing, motioning with her hands for Armenia to take her kerchief and fetch her another one. Ottoman balled up the piece of fabric, hiding the blood that had come up. She cleared her troat and started listening to Austria's plan.

It would be nice to isolate Russia from being able to get any help. Our homes just happen to be really nicely located in the center. There just need to be a land connection from me to our dear ally ottoman here. Dont you agree to that?

Osmani smiled devilishly

"Well, dostum, I know just the perfect person to help us in this situation"

The smile widened as she braced for her two allies reactions

"Bulgaria"

When shit hit the proverbial fan in the Balkans, the Great Powers of Europe needed a scapegoat. France and Russia made sure to force the blame squarely onto the shoulders of Bulgaria. Since then, the very name of Bulgaria was something of a dirty word in international politics. He was left a nation with no allies, surrounded by enemies and imperial forces. But he did have something important, and that was land to bridge the gap between Austria and Turkey.

"I will conceed, Bulgaria is no friend of mine. Our past is checkered, but, I am hoping that we can count on his desires for vengeance against Russia and the other Balkan nations like Serbia to outweigh our troubled history."

Osmani looked to Austria and then to Erika, smiling at them both. "Any thoughts, dostlarım?"

Movie Theater


Smoke was wafted up like a gentle silver ribbon as Osmani lit her pipe once more, handing the box of matches and bag of tobacco back to Armenia, as she permitted Austria to state her case. A faint smirk crept onto her face, as she caught the sly jab at her. Outdated, ha! How amusing. Osmani simply shut her eyes and shook her head slightly, smiling all the way as she listened to the rest of Austria's spiel, arms crossed ever so defiantly.

"Bosnia," she spoke, opening one eye and looking up at Austria. "Tell me, how has my old boy been? You've been treating him well I hope." It had been long since her favorite guest was in her home. The good little boy who took to becoming a proper civilized man; not like the violent, barbaric lot who haunted the Balkans these days. "I can't help but think he'd be happier in a nice Muslim home, but I suppose better you than Serbia."

She took another sip of her coffee

"We can at least both agree he is a bad influence."

Then came the Teutonic Thundering

Germany, now this was an interesting young nation. Osmani couldn't help but recognize the fire that Austria once held in their peak years, back when they fought each other for Vienna so long ago. It might be good to fight alongside that Germanic fury instead of against it for once.

But before the snide Turk could get a word in, she found a few good inches of sharp steel at her neck. As her eyes locked onto those of the mad girl before her, the coffee cup that was tossed from her hand shattered on the ground; the shrill noise serving as a backdrop to Erika's sudden change in disposition.

Osmani followed along, taking in her words. At the mention of Russia, the Turk narrowed her eyes and began to seethe.

That Slavonic Bitch's name only served to make Osmani froth at the mouth. 11 times they had fought, and all but once she had lost. Russia seemed to enjoy humiliating her. Not a day went by that she didn't fantasize about tearing her apart limb by limb, setting fire to her house, releasing her cousins, and bringing every last square inch of land that frigid drunk whore had stolen from her back into her possession. The murderous fantasies were drawing Osmani out of reality as she simply stood there in a trance. Erika would likely not realize this trance, but Austria certainly would, she would know that look of bloodlust very well.

That was until Germany started reaching for her nether regions.

Snapping back in defense, she quickly returned the handshake.

"Affedersin, Almanya. You're right, this is about more than just Serbia, more than the Balkans." She smiled as her grip tightened, "It's about dragging that Polar Cunt down a few pegs. No, more than a few, dragging her all the way down. Making her realize how truly worthless and weak she is." Osmani began to froth at the mouth again, as the dialog became more obviously personal and about her own shame, "It's easy to just toss your weight around, but what can one snowflake tsarina do against 3 great powers at once!"

The fires of vengeance were clearly burning in Osmani's eyes as she pictured crushing Russia over and over again in her head, breaking down and reversing all 11 of the Russo-Turkish Wars in one fell swoop. Armenia stood some distance away, clearly concerned as he tried to stay out of his mistress's field of view.

"Erika, I will do more than just take hold of her lower regions; I'll tear them off and watch her squeal in agony."

Serbia, Russia, and Britain all in one war. With Austria and Germany at her side, there was no way she could lose this. The only way this could be any better was if she had the chance to personally decapitate Greece in this war.

Then the blood lust was interrupted by a nasty and painful sounding cough, as Osmani jerked her hand away from Erika to pull out a handkerchief. The loud hacking was becoming more common lately, and more painful. Osmani just wasn't the nation she was a long time ago.

Name:
Solomon Li

Age:
28

Gender:
Male

Appearance:


Solomon's normal outfit


Soloman in his extreme weather clothing/

Soloman is a man of Chinese descent. Being a full time spacer, he's pretty malnourished, surviving primarily on canned non-perishables and occassional stops for fast foods on whatever planet or moon he happens to be unloading at. He has long hair, constantly tied back into a ponytail, and a short beard. Because of a mutation that came from exposure to radiation, Solomon actually has light blue eyes that let him see in the dark.

Soloman wears a worn military parka lined in sheepskin, as well as insulated pants lined with fleece and covered in vinyl, fur lined boots, a warm bomber hat and a pair of goggles. Spacers can only afford to keep their ships warm enough to keep them alive, so the ships are often still very cold in the expance of space.

Bio:
Solomon Li was born in New Formosa, a former Chinese colony on Venus under the name Li Xianlang. Xianlang was a poor student with little direction in life. He spent most of his time as a student chasing girls and getting into trouble. Eventually, his family had enough of his behavior and sent him to China on Earth to make something of his life when he was 17. Xianlang studied medicine in China for 4 years before getting bored and dropping without informing his family. It was at that point that Xianlang was drawn to the occupation of Spacing.

At this time, near-light speed transport had only just been discovered, and humanity had begun colonizing the solar system about 200 years ago. Most planets had been rendered livable, and colonies began to declare independence. However, trade between these planets was vital, and with the political chaos, transporting goods had largely fallen on the shoulders of independent Spacers. Xianlang was able to purchase a small cargo ship and take to the stars. Taking up the Spacer Creole name Solomon, he ran small shipments between Earth and the Moon, eventually finding work traveing from Mars to colonies on the Jovian Moons. However, things came to a horrible turn when the Spacer Wars broke out, with several nations across the Solar System going to war with each other, and many Spacers being pulled into an involuntary war. At this time, Solomon was shot down by a Martian maurauder who disabled his radiation shields, exposing him to a brief moment of cosmic radiation and crashing him on the penal colony of Ceres. The exposure left him mutated slightly, allowing Solomon to survive on the dangerous world, and to return to trading.

Powers/Abilities:


Weaknesses:
Solomon is, in spite of his mutations, still human. Most things that will kill a person will end him. Solomon loves his drink and women, and can be a little bit too gregarious for his own good. He's notorious for his womanising, something that's likely to come back and bite him in the ass one day. He can be a stubbourn jackass at times, and is headstrong to a fault.

He also has a love for cheap, unhealthy foods. Cherry Colas are his favorite

Other - In addition to Chinese and English, Solomon speaks a language called Spacer Creole. A Spanish-Based Creole with significant input from English, Russian, Chinese, Hindi, Arabic and French.
Math

Etain finally snapped back to reality when she found herself in Math Class.

Math was never her strong skill, and she knew it was going to be hellish for her this time.

Really, the whole concept of school was unusual for her. It wasn't something that she was used to from time in the Otherworld. But, if she was ever to be able to integrate into human society, it was necessary she underwent this.

That didn't make it any less painful however.

Her eyes glanced around, darting from the occasionally interesting feature of the room, to the next cute girl in the classroom.

Heh, maybe one of them will catch sight of me too. she thought
Name: Etain Fair

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Species: Human/Aos Si mix

Abilities:
The Aos Si have abilities that made them terrifying and dangerous to most humans. Etain retains these abilities, though limited due to her human heritage. Like all Aos Si, Etain has the ability to walk through solid objects, particularly the Sidhe, which are said to be portals to the "Otherworld" of the Aos Si. She possesses a natural skill with sorcery and magic, and is able to call upon the lesser beings of the Otherworld, those Aos Si who are most bestial, like the Cat Sith, Cu Sith, Kelpie, but due to her humanity, she can only call upon the lesser of them, and is still vulnerable to the more dangerous beings like the Fuath and the Sluagh. She calls upon the animalian Aos Si by way of a call into the open, which is said to echo into the corresponding point in the otherworld, and call them forth.

Role: Student

Schedule: Homeroom. 1. Combat and Power Control 2. Math 3. Music Lunch. 4. Psychology

Personality: Etain is a gregarious young lady, with a rather bright personality that compels her to toss herself into the fray of socialization. She's very friendly and easily approachable. She does have issues with abandonment, and as such can be a bit clingy to friends.

History: The Aos Si of Ireland are one incarnation of various beings that inhabit a parallel universe to the earth, and who, while invisible to the common person, are able to interact with humans, usually in malevolent ways. The parents of Etain were a common working man who happened to stumble across a mysterious, inhuman but undeniably beautiful woman in the forests, crying near a river seemingly in mourning. After this encounter, the woman, who was actually a being known as a Caoineag, stayed with him, where she became pregnant with a child. However, it is said that those who encounter the Caoineag are doomed to a great tragedy and misery, and that was the case when the Woman decided to leave with the child, into the Otherworld. Some time after, the Child was born, a half-Human girl who was given the name Etain. Etain spent 5 years with her mother in the Otherworld before it came to be that she could not thrive in this fairyland, and thus she was sent out to go live in the world of humanity. Time moves faster in the Otherworld, and thus the 5 years that Etain spent with her mother had been 15 years in the world of humans. Etain came to become aware of the school and decided that a place to learn more about this world and gain better control over her powers as an Aos Si was for the best.

Other: She can't cook to save her life. Her last attempt involved attempting to cook waffles that made her hair and favorite pajamas smell of smoke for months. She also has a tendency to cry for seemingly no reason. It's genetic, and often she's not sad at all.

Appearance(s):
Etain possesses traits that are indicative of her heritage. Her skin is an inhuman pale, the purest white that one could imagine. It does not change color when touched or when exposed to heat. Even when hit or burned, her skin remains pure opaque white. Her hair is jet black, and naturally wavy. It hangs long, reaching to the middle of her back, and looks messy no matter what she may do with it. Her eyes are an odd case. Normally, Aos Si have pure white eyes, but due to her humanity, her eyes possess a slight color, being a very light gray iris yet still not possessing a pupil. They look something like this. She is very tall, standing almost 6 feet tall, yet inhumanly thin, very gangly, one might say fragile looking. Her favorite outfit is a beige, long sleeved shirt and a long black skirt.

Crush: None

Relationship: Single

Sexuality: Lesbian

Dorm(please choose a number as well as a dorm): Girls, #5
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