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11 days ago
Current I need to stop trying to get back into role-playing right before having a baby. I should know better by now. A lot better, but afraid to start new stories because I keep unintentionally ghosting.
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2 yrs ago
Finally recovered from postpartum depression and ready to get back to being creative! My apologies to anyone I ghosted in my time of trial. I didn't understand what I was doing.
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5 yrs ago
Yay! I’m finally a mother! And no, I’m not biased. I know my son is the cutest! 💙
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5 yrs ago
"To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable." ~ John Milton
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7 yrs ago
All good things come to those that wait, pray, have patience, laugh, love, and are not afraid to dance.
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Well, you seem to have stumbled across my user profile. I'm assuming you're here for a reason? Perhaps looking for details on this user StarfrostedFox? ... You can just call me Autumn! C:

I have been role-playing off and on for the last 20 or so years, which is surprising to realize, and I find it a relaxing and enjoyable hobby. After an accident that left me blind a little over 15 years ago, I couldn't role-play for quite some time, which was rather devastating. About the time that Apple invented Siri, I was able to get enough money to be able to purchase my very first iPhone. And BAM! The world of role-playing was once again open to me. It has been a long process getting used to dictating stories and I inevitably don't always catch every single mistake, But I have learned a great deal of patience and realize the value of taking things slow and working through my text when something doesn't sound completely right. It was only a couple of years ago that I came across this website and the stories I have had here have taught me a lot about myself. I love to create. Role-playing is one of the only outlets I have for the images in my head. So though I may have a tendency to go through cycles of depression and being antisocial, I always seem to come back in the end.

I love stories involving fantasy, supernatural, adventure, mystery, even romance. There probably isn't a genre out there that I wouldn't give a try before I will say that I don't like it.

My favorite style of role-playing is, hands down, one on one. It helps me feel more involved in the story, gives me a chance to be able to talk with the other person involved in a much more casual way, And more often than not results in a long lasting friend and some of my favorite adventures.

I have a tendency to write on a casual to low Advanced level throughout my stories, the minimum coming out to an average of a couple of paragraphs. I just have so much in my head that I want to get out, I have a hard time writing anything less. Another consequence however is that I can't seem to find a lot of patients with story partners that give me a really short and undetailed response every time. It's discouraging to take the time to write out several detailed paragraphs only to get a sentence in reply. If you're here thinking of asking me to do a story, please keep that in mind.

I do not tolerate swearing, extreme Gore, or sexual content in my stories. Period. Nor do I role-play same gender romantic relationships. That is just not going to happen.

If you made it to the end of this and I haven't scared you off, I think you deserve some virtual cookies. Heck, go get yourself some real cookies. Or donuts. Or pie if that is your preference. It was just me rambling away about myself after all. If you aren't scared off and you were indeed here looking to get a story started, feel free to shoot me a private message. I'm always looking to make new friends and have new adventures.

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Moku Sohma
Kind | Stubborn | Brave | Rash | Supportive


Age: 16
Animal: Tiger
Appearance: She stands at about 5’4” and has a slender slightly rounded build. Her Face is heart shaped, with a rounded chin and cheek bones. Her nose is slender, with a slight tilt up at the end, and her lips are on the full end of the spectrum. Her eyes are almond shaped, a bright hunter Green in color flecked through with bits of copper. Her hair is long and slightly wavy, falling to just below her shoulder blades, and is a dark orange-ish red in color. Scattered across the bridge of her nose and on the tops of her cheeks are a handful of light freckles.
Tiger Appearance: Since she herself is still young, she appears as more of an adolescent tiger, nearing her body‘s full potential but still remaining smaller than average. Her fur is primarily the same color as her hair in her human form, a dark orange-ish red, with distinctive deep black stripes covering the majority of the orange. The backs of each of her ears and the tip of her tail are both colored black, with white spots also adorning the fur on the former. Her chin, Throat, chest, and belly are all white. Her nose and pads are all pale pink.

Nami Sohma
Patient | Strong Willed |Relaxed | Slow to Forgive | Imaginative


Age: 25
Animal: Dog
Appearance: She is rather tall for a woman, just over five’10, and is lean and muscular. She has a rounded oval open face, With an average nose and mouth. Her hair is straight cut and shoulder length, usually worn tucked behind both or one of her ears, and is an auburn brown in color. Her eyes are heterochromatic, The left colored brown and the right a very light blue.
Dog Appearance: In this form, she almost resembles a shaggy furred sheepdog. Her coat is primarily reddish brown, with her chin, throat, and chest splashed with white as well as the end of her tail. Blended into her fur are random strands of black.
This is a Fruits Basket inspired story between Noxxis and myself where we mix canon with our own creativity!
With a soft huff of what could have been brief laughter, Cinead shut the door behind Anna and gave her a momentary quizzical look. Then he gave his head a small shake before gesturing her over to one of the seats on a soft gray leather sectional.

“I jumped onto the balcony. I always leave the glass door partially open.” He explained nonchalantly. “ and I do believe I have a spare key sequestered away in one of the kitchen drawers.” He then reassured, glancing towards the kitchen on the other side of a half wall, a cut out making a sort of window into the other room. “ can I get you anything before I go retrieve some new clothes?”
Hmm. I can picture her being on the taller side, dragons not really used to being on the small side of things. ;) But it’s really up to you.

So far, in my head, I’ve been picturing an average sized Asian man myself. Maybe he is in the states because he wanted to go abroad. Still fuzzy on his details, but I’m planning on working on a description of him sometime soon.
Oh! That sounds like a cute idea! ❤️
Name: Kaylia Vandilla
Gender: Female
Age: Twenty-three
Appearance: Kaylia is quite tall, slender and shapely with long toned muscles, a thin face with a long nose and full lips, all covered in tanned sun-kissed skin. Her hair is thick and a sun-bleached blonde in color. It is pulled up into a loose ponytail that falls to the middle of her back. Twisted into her hair are several finger width braids, many of which have Green or white beads woven randomly into or on the end of various pieces. Two braids fall to either side of her face and are shorter than the rest of her hair, resting at just below her shoulders. Her outfits mainly consist of pale green or white shirts that lace up at the chest and throat, with long voluminous sleeves that gather at her wrists with tight cuffs. Over this she usually wears a dark green or brown tunic, That has no sleeves, a v-neck, and usually falls to the middle of her thighs, with slits on either side up to her hips. Her pants are a dark brown relatively thick leather, with pale leather crisscrossing along the outer seems. Her boots are a slightly lighter brown leather, coming up to the middle of her calves, with a section that is folded over several inches and held into place by silver fastenings. around her waist is a wide black belt with a long thin black and silver sheath at her left hip. Both sheath and belt are usually on the outside of her tunic. On her right earlobe dangles a small silver chain and a small teardrop emerald, with a matching silver ring on the middle finger of her right hand with a circular emerald on its face. Matching both of these, her eyes are wide and almond shaped with bright green irises flecked with silver.
As the heat Of the day finally began to loosen its grip On the land, The birds having their last go at a Serenade, Kaylia Was finding that the dip Of the sun Into the horizon was increasing the amount of tightness In her shoulders with every degree. The death of the sun as it gave birth to the night Was always something that had made the muscles in her stomach tight and her nervous agitation increase, even if she couldn't remember why that was... Her stallion snorted softly beneath her, turning his black head to lip At one of her sleeves In a concerned sort of way, dark eye Focusing for a moment on her face. One corner of her mouth twitched up and she gratefully scratched at the side of the horse's nose.

"I'm fine. Look where you're Going before we both end up in the river." The horse whickered softly as he turned forward once again, as if listening to his rider. The improbability of such a thing helped Kaylia feel a little better as it made her smile widen briefly.

The two had been Traveling all day, Taking a delivery of horses out to a small farm between Glayde Village, a large town nestled at the base of the Ochre Mountain range along the eastern border of the kingdom, and the domain of a fishing population bordering the edge of a lake called Vista Shore, having met the owner of the ranch the day before in Marivienna City, the largest city in the northern providence of Liodia Kingdom. And although She had made it out with no problem, she had foolishly thought that she could make it back to Horse Grass Ranch where she currently lived by nightfall. She hadn't been Expecting the monster That had exploded from the surface of the river, inexplicably shooting Something that looked like a rock the same size as her head in her direction. Her horse hadn't been too keen To stick around and find out. She had barely glimpsed what she thought looked similar to a hunchbacked frog for part of a second before she was more concerned with gripping the reins and holding on as the stallion turned tail And headed in the exact opposite direction of the way she had wanted to go.

Sighing Softly, Kaylia gently patted Storm on his shoulder. She didn't blame her partner, she probably would have run in the opposite direction had She been given the choice Herself. But It did put them into an interesting situation, one that quite logically didn't sit well with her. As her thoughts were tugged Back in that direction, she found herself wishing all the more fervently that she hadn't been thrown into a situation that put her so off course.

First, there was the unsettled and rather nervous agitation that she felt when the darkness came. But secondly, Kaylia had overheard several conversations back in the city about farmer's crops beginning to fail them, shriveling and turning black as if scorched, where as they had been healthy and flourishing only the day before. Even their animals health seemed to be declining, getting sick, and weak, driven to insanity and attacking their owners unprovoked, only to die hours later gagging on black bile or being overcome by throbbing dark boils that seemed to be consuming their bodies. Rumors had even begun to spread, always uttered with Wilde eyed expressions and nervous gestures, about how even a few people were beginning to come down with strange illnesses that not even the most skilled medicine worker could heal. The strange and frightening rumors had begun to produce shadowy images in the woman's mind, to the point where she thought she saw half crazed creatures crawling towards her behind every bush and hill, intent on her death. The idea was silly and childish, part of her understood that, but her uncertainty of why she feared the night so much added fuel to the wild and unfounded imaginings.

Kaylia pulled up on the reins As she came level with a pair of short scrubby Looking trees, swinging her leg behind her and sliding down from the saddle. After Removing the bit from Storm's mouth, determinedly ignoring the way her hands shook as she did so, and putting it and the reins into a pouch on his saddle, She dug around in the bags until she produced a hobble, hooking it around one of the stallion's front legs before unfastening her bedroll and beginning preparations for her camp. When she finally had her bed to her liking and a small fire crackling in a comforting way, Kaylia went to Storm and unlatched his saddle, allowing it to fall to the ground before collecting a brush from within another pouch and beginning to rub her partner down for the night, forcing herself to concentrate on every motion she made to keep herself from allowing her thoughts to slip back into nightmares.
This is a fantasy mystery role play between Polarize and myself!
We can do that, yes. :)
As he reached the bottom of the stairs, Cinead curved around The front of the building, coming to a stop at the trunk of the tree that grew in front of and just to the side of the balconies on his side of the apartments. Glancing quickly towards the glass doors that lead out onto the balcony of his neighbors beneath him to make sure that no one was watching, he quickly pulled himself into the branches of the old oak, climbing swiftly and quietly until he was level with his own balcony. Eying the distance for a moment, Cin took a deep breath through his nose before stepping forward quickly, leaping towards the railing.

“Oof!” The air was audibly and rather forcefully pushed out of Cinead’s lungs as his chest collided with the railing, having missed judged the distance compared to the length of his body. He had managed to grab on with his hands, but was closer than he expected and ended up colliding with the wrought iron instead of vaulting over it as he had planned. Gasping in air for a moment, he then shook his head at himself, mentally chiding the arrogance he had displayed before pulling himself up and over the railing and onto the balcony. Hoping that the neighbors hadn’t heard much, Cin padded quietly over to the sliding glass door and pulling it open, glad that he usually left it cracked a few inches almost all the time. Pushing aside the screen, he slipped inside his apartment, closing the screen behind him once more.

Making his way across the soft carpet of his living room, pausing for a moment to turn on a sleek silver standing lamp, Cinead finally unlocked and opened the front door. He smiled with his eyes at Anna before gesturing with one hand for her to come in. “Welcome to my home. Why don’t you come in.” He offered, amused.
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