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Greetings!
Like you (probably), I'm a writer and roleplayer. I'm also a cat-hugger, an anime-watcher, a lover of fantasy, a player of simulation/building games, and an introvert. I love having a good chat with my roleplaying partners and getting to know them. I can come off a little dry sometimes, but don't let it bother you. I'm nicer than I might seem.
Interest Check: Contains lots of information about what I look for in a potential partner and lists a few of my ideas.
Links to my public roleplays:
The Sands of Sonriette
The Last Survivor
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You guys are in an echo chamber teeheeing at each other and not understanding that what you're doing is not only an affront to the welcoming nature of the site, but also deters people from posting and having fun.
How welcoming is exclusion? That's what this thread is about, JBRam2002. People are being excluded from roleplaying with certain partners because of their sex. The site would be a whole lot more welcoming if there was a rule in place banning such discrimination.
Bump.
The crowd watched them too intently, expectant smiles on their upturned faces, for Kayo to do anything but smile serenely, even when she wanted to turn and give Osahar a piece of her mind. Even when Cajira turned, placing a crown of fragrant julep on Osahar's head, and a crown of lavender on her's, Kayo was still silently simmering. Their best bet for getting through this trial, she realized, was to talk and interact as little as humanly possible.
When the chief dismissed them from the dais, Kayo was quick to turn on her heal and stomp away. Out of his presence, she could breath again, smile again--without it feeling like a pasted effort. She ate and drank and danced, enjoying the late afternoon revelry.
Yet even on this day, Enisha haunted her. Every time she walked through the crowd, the dead girl's name passed the tribe's lips.
It should be Enisha...
If Enisha was still alive...
I wonder if Kayo really poisoned her...
She wanted to be happy and enjoy this moment she'd worked so hard for, but a shadow loomed over her, making it impossible. By the time the sky reddened and the sun became an amber orb on the horizon, Kayo's energetic cheer had waned. Her kashra suddenly felt heavy and tight, the scent of the lavender in her hair cloyed at her nose, and the turmeric-spiced grains congealed to a heavy blob in her stomach.
On the steps of the temple, drummers began to beat a haunting rhythm. It was time. On leaden legs, Kayo trudged to the dais where the chief and priestess waited. She fell into line beside Osahar, unable to look at him.
"Today," called Remir, his deep voice making the crowd hush. "Is a very important day for our tribe. We send two of our most promising members into the desert to meet their fate. The challenges they will face out there will be great. Not all who have ventured out on this quest have returned."
Behind him, Kayo gulped, fidgeting restlessly. Her green eyes flicked up to Osahar--tall, handsome, utterly imposing. Would they make it back? Would she die out there with him on the dunes?
Would he, perhaps, return without her?
"Their final trial requires Osahar and Kayo to work together, as the Chief and High Priestess work in tandem, the heart and spirit of their tribe." Remir raised his arm, showing the tribe a length of rope. "As we send them out, we bind them together. They are forbidden from cutting the rope that joins their hands. They shall walk side by side into the sands of Sonriette, and only when they stop to lay down their heads are they permitted to untie the knots."
Remir ushered them forward. Side by side, they raised their arms--Kayo's left and Osahar's right. Remir wrapped the rope around their wrists again and again, and he gave them a friendly smirk when he made several complicated knots. It would be difficult to untie, but that was the point. They'd have no choice but to work together.
Cajira stepped forward, talking to the crowd, but Kayo couldn't hear her. Her blood was rushing too loudly in her ears, her heart hammering nervously in her chest. Osahar had a small pack of supplies and she had a map, but nothing more. Was that really enough?
How long her mind raced, Kayo wasn't sure. But suddenly Cajira was behind her, urging her forward through the parted crowd.
"Good luck, child," the priestess murmured.
And then they were at the gates of the city, passing beyond the sandstone walls into the rapidly cooling desert. Their future was ahead of them, uncertain and terrifying.
When the chief dismissed them from the dais, Kayo was quick to turn on her heal and stomp away. Out of his presence, she could breath again, smile again--without it feeling like a pasted effort. She ate and drank and danced, enjoying the late afternoon revelry.
Yet even on this day, Enisha haunted her. Every time she walked through the crowd, the dead girl's name passed the tribe's lips.
It should be Enisha...
If Enisha was still alive...
I wonder if Kayo really poisoned her...
She wanted to be happy and enjoy this moment she'd worked so hard for, but a shadow loomed over her, making it impossible. By the time the sky reddened and the sun became an amber orb on the horizon, Kayo's energetic cheer had waned. Her kashra suddenly felt heavy and tight, the scent of the lavender in her hair cloyed at her nose, and the turmeric-spiced grains congealed to a heavy blob in her stomach.
On the steps of the temple, drummers began to beat a haunting rhythm. It was time. On leaden legs, Kayo trudged to the dais where the chief and priestess waited. She fell into line beside Osahar, unable to look at him.
"Today," called Remir, his deep voice making the crowd hush. "Is a very important day for our tribe. We send two of our most promising members into the desert to meet their fate. The challenges they will face out there will be great. Not all who have ventured out on this quest have returned."
Behind him, Kayo gulped, fidgeting restlessly. Her green eyes flicked up to Osahar--tall, handsome, utterly imposing. Would they make it back? Would she die out there with him on the dunes?
Would he, perhaps, return without her?
"Their final trial requires Osahar and Kayo to work together, as the Chief and High Priestess work in tandem, the heart and spirit of their tribe." Remir raised his arm, showing the tribe a length of rope. "As we send them out, we bind them together. They are forbidden from cutting the rope that joins their hands. They shall walk side by side into the sands of Sonriette, and only when they stop to lay down their heads are they permitted to untie the knots."
Remir ushered them forward. Side by side, they raised their arms--Kayo's left and Osahar's right. Remir wrapped the rope around their wrists again and again, and he gave them a friendly smirk when he made several complicated knots. It would be difficult to untie, but that was the point. They'd have no choice but to work together.
Cajira stepped forward, talking to the crowd, but Kayo couldn't hear her. Her blood was rushing too loudly in her ears, her heart hammering nervously in her chest. Osahar had a small pack of supplies and she had a map, but nothing more. Was that really enough?
How long her mind raced, Kayo wasn't sure. But suddenly Cajira was behind her, urging her forward through the parted crowd.
"Good luck, child," the priestess murmured.
And then they were at the gates of the city, passing beyond the sandstone walls into the rapidly cooling desert. Their future was ahead of them, uncertain and terrifying.
Name: Ezra Crowe
Age: 27
Height: 5'11
Eyes: Dark brown
Hair: Dark brown, in need of a trim, with a tendency to curl at the ends.
Pear
Character Summary
Name: Pear
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Height: 5'3
Build: Petite, athletic
Eyes: Dark brown, almond shaped
Hair: Dark brown, straight, almost chin length
Skin Tone: Light olive
Kayo
Character Summary
Name: Kayo
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Class/Job: Priestess
Physical Attributes
Height: 5'4
Build: Slim
Eyes: Green
Hair: Coarse golden-brown curls that reach mid-back
Skin Tone: Medium brown, lightly freckled
Through the crowd, Kayo saw him--Osahar, the man destined to be the next chief once Remir stepped down. Osahar, her future husband. They reached the dais at the same time from different directions. His jaw looked tight, his blue eyes fierce. The tone he took as he greeted her was polite, though restrained, but she could feel the fire raging inside him, just as she'd felt it ever since Enisha died and her name had been smeared. She'd avoided him as much as she could, but now... Now there was no getting away from Osahar and his white-hot anger. Together, they took their positions on the dais behind the current Chief and High Priestess. Kayo clasped her hands in front of her, brow twitching.
"That's all you have to say to me?" she hissed beneath her breath, quiet enough that only Osahar would hear. "You realize what's happening tonight, right?"
She smiled out at the crowd, though she didn't feel it. All around them, people celebrated. This was an occasion that would likely only happen once, perhaps twice in a person's life. Sonriette was large, but not so large that their tribe were strangers to one another. The people in that crowd knew her, knew him; had watched them grow up and train for their roles; had watched the trials they'd endured over the years.
And now, their final trial. This one would not be public. The Sonriette wouldn't see what happened out there in the desert as they faced their final challenges. This would also be the first time they wouldn't be alone for a trial. They had each other, though Kayo felt sure that would be the greatest obstacle of all.
And if they failed... If they couldn't find the ruins, collect the Star of Anbrea, and make their offering of blood to the gods... They'd either have to die out in the desert or return in shame. She'd be stripped of her kashra and title, and all the years she'd spent enduring scrutiny, clawing her way to the top, would be in vain. It would be the same for Osahar. If they failed, he'd no longer be afforded the honor he'd worked so hard to gain. His trials had usually been physically demanding--sometimes life threatening. Indeed, there were fewer among the male trainees than when they'd been children. A few graves now dotted the cliffs, white banners flapping from the stone markers to show the people buried below had died before manhood.
Maybe her sharp words had been a mistake. Maybe she should have been polite and restrained. Restraint had never been her strong point, admittedly. Her eyes flicked up to him, though her face stayed fixed. She tried to relax her mouth, which kept pursing into a frown, lips pinched. Ahead of them, the Chief and Priestess were engaged in conversation, neither paying attention to them nor offering a buffer.
"That's all you have to say to me?" she hissed beneath her breath, quiet enough that only Osahar would hear. "You realize what's happening tonight, right?"
She smiled out at the crowd, though she didn't feel it. All around them, people celebrated. This was an occasion that would likely only happen once, perhaps twice in a person's life. Sonriette was large, but not so large that their tribe were strangers to one another. The people in that crowd knew her, knew him; had watched them grow up and train for their roles; had watched the trials they'd endured over the years.
And now, their final trial. This one would not be public. The Sonriette wouldn't see what happened out there in the desert as they faced their final challenges. This would also be the first time they wouldn't be alone for a trial. They had each other, though Kayo felt sure that would be the greatest obstacle of all.
And if they failed... If they couldn't find the ruins, collect the Star of Anbrea, and make their offering of blood to the gods... They'd either have to die out in the desert or return in shame. She'd be stripped of her kashra and title, and all the years she'd spent enduring scrutiny, clawing her way to the top, would be in vain. It would be the same for Osahar. If they failed, he'd no longer be afforded the honor he'd worked so hard to gain. His trials had usually been physically demanding--sometimes life threatening. Indeed, there were fewer among the male trainees than when they'd been children. A few graves now dotted the cliffs, white banners flapping from the stone markers to show the people buried below had died before manhood.
Maybe her sharp words had been a mistake. Maybe she should have been polite and restrained. Restraint had never been her strong point, admittedly. Her eyes flicked up to him, though her face stayed fixed. She tried to relax her mouth, which kept pursing into a frown, lips pinched. Ahead of them, the Chief and Priestess were engaged in conversation, neither paying attention to them nor offering a buffer.
Kayo
Character Summary
Name: Kayo
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Class/Job: Priestess
Physical Attributes
Height: 5'4
Build: Slim
Eyes: Green
Hair: Coarse golden-brown curls that reach mid-back
Skin Tone: Medium brown, lightly freckled
City of Sonriette
Sonriette is nestled in an oasis amidst a broad desert. The people have an ancient history, and the city is very sophisticated in terms of architecture. The main building materials are sandstone, adobe, and wood. There is a system for waste water and sewage that carries it out of the city, and there are wells and cisterns for fresh water, as well as the river that runs through Sonriette. The people there are masters of tile work and sculpture. Metal work is recent and not yet highly refined.
Though the city has grown large, the Sonriette still see themselves as a tribe, and they look to the tribe chief and High Priestess as their leaders. The chief and priestess are always married, and when they feel the time is right, they pass on leadership to the next pair.
Children deemed outstanding are selected and trained for these roles from a young age. Throughout adolescence, they compete in a number of trials. The girls who are not selected to become High Priestess usually choose to remain as priestesses in the Temple of Aero. The boys who train but are not selected to be chief usually go on to serve as advisers.
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