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STATUS: Finally made some progress on a story I've been tossing about in my head for awhile. It may never get done, but who knows. I haven't deleted it yet, so that's a good start! Lol. 6 mos ago
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Finally made some progress on a story I've been tossing about in my head for awhile. It may never get done, but who knows. I haven't deleted it yet, so that's a good start! Lol.
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Hard to want to keep doing what I love when I'm taken advantage of for being too nice... Sigh.
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Apologies to my writing partners. I've had a mental breakdown and still on the mend. I'll reply to everyone asap!
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For those who have messaged me to try and get an RP going. I'm so dang sorry but my phone hasn't sent me notifications and to top it off I've been sickly due to stress. :(
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Somedays I think I have it figured it out and it'll be okay. The next? Getting slammed in the face with reality and back at square one.
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Amelia turned to the man, nodding her head quickly, though she still looked pretty startled over the ordeal. "I... I didn't mean to kill him... Did I? I was just trying to get away," she stammered, glancing back towards the alley she had left, then back to the two with her now, taking them in for a brief moment.
The one speaking with her looked a lot like someone from her lands, which was odd, but then again, they were the wandering type. It wouldn't be too far stretched to say they wandered off, as unlikely as it was since her people tried sticking together more often than not. The other, the orc, she knew of them but had never seen one in person, or at the very least this close up. But he seemed busy looking. So, Amelia turned her attention to the other and followed him to the inn, keeping her head low as a gust of wind picked up and whipped her hair about.
"I-I don't know what I can help with," she answered softly, chewing at her bottom lip. "But I will try." If for now it meant getting out of the cold and a chance to fill her belly.
The one speaking with her looked a lot like someone from her lands, which was odd, but then again, they were the wandering type. It wouldn't be too far stretched to say they wandered off, as unlikely as it was since her people tried sticking together more often than not. The other, the orc, she knew of them but had never seen one in person, or at the very least this close up. But he seemed busy looking. So, Amelia turned her attention to the other and followed him to the inn, keeping her head low as a gust of wind picked up and whipped her hair about.
"I-I don't know what I can help with," she answered softly, chewing at her bottom lip. "But I will try." If for now it meant getting out of the cold and a chance to fill her belly.
"Stop it!" she yelled out once more at the man, gritting her teeth against the cold that started to sting her hands.
But, it seemed her words once more fell on deaf ears as the man continued his attacks. Thankfully he was slow, unbalanced, making it easy to dodge this way or that, but sometimes barely getting out of the way. Unless an opportunity arose, Amelia was unsure how much longer she'd be able to keep at this. Each hit of their swords rang through her body, wreaking havoc on an already weakened form.
Finally... Like some unspoken miracle, the man got his sword stuck! She knew she didn't have much time to think, and did the first possible thing she could think of. He was still so close as he tried to free his weapon from the pillar, she snuck out from between him and the pillar, lifted a hand and yanked the helm from his head before raising the pommel of her sword and bringing it own to the back of his head. She heard a sickening thud as the two connected, and watched as his form stiffened for a second before slumping to the ground with a groan.
Unsure if he was just knocked out, or worse, Amelia sheathed the sword and looked around once she got to the end of the alley way. It was still quiet and no one was seen. She glanced back over her shoulder at the body still on the ground, frowned, then left and quickened her steps as she searched for a tavern, inn, something still showing signs of life she could find safety at for now.
But, it seemed her words once more fell on deaf ears as the man continued his attacks. Thankfully he was slow, unbalanced, making it easy to dodge this way or that, but sometimes barely getting out of the way. Unless an opportunity arose, Amelia was unsure how much longer she'd be able to keep at this. Each hit of their swords rang through her body, wreaking havoc on an already weakened form.
Finally... Like some unspoken miracle, the man got his sword stuck! She knew she didn't have much time to think, and did the first possible thing she could think of. He was still so close as he tried to free his weapon from the pillar, she snuck out from between him and the pillar, lifted a hand and yanked the helm from his head before raising the pommel of her sword and bringing it own to the back of his head. She heard a sickening thud as the two connected, and watched as his form stiffened for a second before slumping to the ground with a groan.
Unsure if he was just knocked out, or worse, Amelia sheathed the sword and looked around once she got to the end of the alley way. It was still quiet and no one was seen. She glanced back over her shoulder at the body still on the ground, frowned, then left and quickened her steps as she searched for a tavern, inn, something still showing signs of life she could find safety at for now.
Amelia cursed at the sight of the man charging her. She didn't have much time to think as she was backed up into a dead end. Her hand fell to her side, gripping the worn leather hilt and pulling a short sword from the scabbard tied at her waist, barely managing to grip it. So cold, tired.... She was unsure if she'd have the strength to fend off this attacker, but she had come so far! She had to try!
"Leave me alone!" she yelled out, her voice hoarse and dry from so long of never using it, she sounded almost like a stranger to herself. Amelia learned long ago to keep quiet and do as told or suffer further punishments. "Please," she said, the last part barely a whisper and mostly to herself to hold on and prepare for the fight.
She steadied herself, staring the man down and waited... waited until he was close enough she could side step him and swing the blade at a downwards angle towards his arm. Being no expert, she felt her grip falter a little, but was quick to tighten her grip again and drive the edge of the blade towards the man.
"Leave me alone!" she yelled out, her voice hoarse and dry from so long of never using it, she sounded almost like a stranger to herself. Amelia learned long ago to keep quiet and do as told or suffer further punishments. "Please," she said, the last part barely a whisper and mostly to herself to hold on and prepare for the fight.
She steadied herself, staring the man down and waited... waited until he was close enough she could side step him and swing the blade at a downwards angle towards his arm. Being no expert, she felt her grip falter a little, but was quick to tighten her grip again and drive the edge of the blade towards the man.
Sorry I haven't replied yet. Work had been kicking my ass and we've had so many kther plans. I'm usually not this flaky on posts but hoping next week will be a hit quieter!
Name: Amelia Starwen
Appearance: Medium build, stands around 5'9" and 161 pounds. She has dark brown hair, green eyes with flecks of blue. Deeply tanned skin from working outside daily to harvest food, hunt, gather, etc. A small splattering of freckles across her nose and the upper part of her cheeks.
Race: Elf
Age: 118
Homeland: Khergit Khanate
History: Amelia grew up within Kergit Khanate, moving quite often with her parents and the group they had chosen to stay with. It wasn't an easy life, the steppers were cruel to those weak and unable to survive. Amelia learned to hunt quickly at a young age so she was able to provide not just for herself but her family as well. While life was hard growing up, they had managed to avoid most bigger raid parties and small land wars that Caldaria took part in. But not all things could be easy, on the eve of her 113th birthday, Amelia was woken by screams, the sounds of horses screeching into the night, flames engulfed their village around her. She fought well, but sheer numbers overtook her and she was taken captive. Being a female and sold off to slavery, one could imagine the horrors Amelia endured being tossed about to whoever paid the highest price. A few years passed, but with determination to not die in a helpless manner, she managed to escape her latest master, stealing what she could along the way and found refuge in a small town, mostly hidden and off the beaten trail where she could spend time to recover, make money, and find a way back home.
Skills: Rather proficient using a bow as she used one to hunt back home to feed her traveling family. While capable of using her sword, she is sloppy and not so very confident in using it. She is pretty decent at tracking and identifying edible plants and herbs, and if the need arises, she can be adept with her hunting knife, having used it on a few occasions for escaping.
Equipment: Carries a pack of rations, rope, flask of ale, a well worn bedroll and a few other random trinkets. Tied about her waist is a small coin pouch, a short sword not in the best of conditions but still usable, and a large hunting knife. On her back is a makeshift quiver with arrows and a short bow.
Other: Currently she is using a fake name (Thia Caldwell) to hopefully keep her whereabouts unknown in fear someone may come looking for her to do her harm again. She is stubborn, rough around the edges, and not entirely prone to being a people person considering what she had gone through. She does enjoy the simple things in life, and when able can be seen lounging amongst nature, humming to the plants and trees as if they could hear her. She does well with animals, mostly horses, but enjoys the company of any critter if the chance is given.
Appearance: Medium build, stands around 5'9" and 161 pounds. She has dark brown hair, green eyes with flecks of blue. Deeply tanned skin from working outside daily to harvest food, hunt, gather, etc. A small splattering of freckles across her nose and the upper part of her cheeks.
Race: Elf
Age: 118
Homeland: Khergit Khanate
History: Amelia grew up within Kergit Khanate, moving quite often with her parents and the group they had chosen to stay with. It wasn't an easy life, the steppers were cruel to those weak and unable to survive. Amelia learned to hunt quickly at a young age so she was able to provide not just for herself but her family as well. While life was hard growing up, they had managed to avoid most bigger raid parties and small land wars that Caldaria took part in. But not all things could be easy, on the eve of her 113th birthday, Amelia was woken by screams, the sounds of horses screeching into the night, flames engulfed their village around her. She fought well, but sheer numbers overtook her and she was taken captive. Being a female and sold off to slavery, one could imagine the horrors Amelia endured being tossed about to whoever paid the highest price. A few years passed, but with determination to not die in a helpless manner, she managed to escape her latest master, stealing what she could along the way and found refuge in a small town, mostly hidden and off the beaten trail where she could spend time to recover, make money, and find a way back home.
Skills: Rather proficient using a bow as she used one to hunt back home to feed her traveling family. While capable of using her sword, she is sloppy and not so very confident in using it. She is pretty decent at tracking and identifying edible plants and herbs, and if the need arises, she can be adept with her hunting knife, having used it on a few occasions for escaping.
Equipment: Carries a pack of rations, rope, flask of ale, a well worn bedroll and a few other random trinkets. Tied about her waist is a small coin pouch, a short sword not in the best of conditions but still usable, and a large hunting knife. On her back is a makeshift quiver with arrows and a short bow.
Other: Currently she is using a fake name (Thia Caldwell) to hopefully keep her whereabouts unknown in fear someone may come looking for her to do her harm again. She is stubborn, rough around the edges, and not entirely prone to being a people person considering what she had gone through. She does enjoy the simple things in life, and when able can be seen lounging amongst nature, humming to the plants and trees as if they could hear her. She does well with animals, mostly horses, but enjoys the company of any critter if the chance is given.
Name: Amelia Starwen
Appearance: Medium build, stands around 5'9" and 161 pounds. She has black hair, emerald green eyes with flecks of green. Deeply tanned skin from working outside daily to harvest food, hunt, gather, etc. A small splattering of freckles across her nose and the upper part of her cheeks.
Race: Elf
Age: 118
Homeland: Khergit Khanate
History: Amelia grew up within Kergit Khanate, moving quite often with her parents and the group they had chosen to stay with. It wasn't an easy life, the steppers were cruel to those weak and unable to survive. Amelia learned to hunt quickly at a young age so she was able to provide not just for herself but her family as well. While life was hard growing up, they had managed to avoid most bigger raid parties and small land wars that Caldaria took part in. But not all things could be easy, on the eve of her 113th birthday, Amelia was woken by screams, the sounds of horses screeching into the night, flames engulfed their village around her. She fought well, but sheer numbers overtook her and she was taken captive. Being a female and sold off to slavery, one could imagine the horrors Amelia endured being tossed about to whoever paid the highest price. A few years passed, but with determination to not die in a helpless manner, she managed to escape her latest master, stealing what she could along the way and found refuge in a small town, mostly hidden and off the beaten trail where she could spend time to recover, make money, and find a way back home.
Skills: Rather proficient using a bow as she used one to hunt back home to feed her traveling family. While capable of using her sword, she is sloppy and not so very confident in using it. She is pretty decent at tracking and identifying edible plants and herbs.
Equipment: Carries a pack of rations, rope, flask of ale, a well worn bedroll and a few other random trinkets. Tied about her waist is a small coin pouch, a short sword not in the best of conditions but still usable, and a large hunting knife. On her back is a makeshift quiver with arrows and a short bow.
Other Currently she is using a fake name (Thia Caldwell) to hopefully keep her whereabouts unknown in fear someone may come looking for her to do her harm again. She is stubborn, rough around the edges, and not entirely prone to being a people person considering what she had gone through.
Appearance: Medium build, stands around 5'9" and 161 pounds. She has black hair, emerald green eyes with flecks of green. Deeply tanned skin from working outside daily to harvest food, hunt, gather, etc. A small splattering of freckles across her nose and the upper part of her cheeks.
Race: Elf
Age: 118
Homeland: Khergit Khanate
History: Amelia grew up within Kergit Khanate, moving quite often with her parents and the group they had chosen to stay with. It wasn't an easy life, the steppers were cruel to those weak and unable to survive. Amelia learned to hunt quickly at a young age so she was able to provide not just for herself but her family as well. While life was hard growing up, they had managed to avoid most bigger raid parties and small land wars that Caldaria took part in. But not all things could be easy, on the eve of her 113th birthday, Amelia was woken by screams, the sounds of horses screeching into the night, flames engulfed their village around her. She fought well, but sheer numbers overtook her and she was taken captive. Being a female and sold off to slavery, one could imagine the horrors Amelia endured being tossed about to whoever paid the highest price. A few years passed, but with determination to not die in a helpless manner, she managed to escape her latest master, stealing what she could along the way and found refuge in a small town, mostly hidden and off the beaten trail where she could spend time to recover, make money, and find a way back home.
Skills: Rather proficient using a bow as she used one to hunt back home to feed her traveling family. While capable of using her sword, she is sloppy and not so very confident in using it. She is pretty decent at tracking and identifying edible plants and herbs.
Equipment: Carries a pack of rations, rope, flask of ale, a well worn bedroll and a few other random trinkets. Tied about her waist is a small coin pouch, a short sword not in the best of conditions but still usable, and a large hunting knife. On her back is a makeshift quiver with arrows and a short bow.
Other Currently she is using a fake name (Thia Caldwell) to hopefully keep her whereabouts unknown in fear someone may come looking for her to do her harm again. She is stubborn, rough around the edges, and not entirely prone to being a people person considering what she had gone through.
I'm not very great at making in search of posts... So, I will attempt to make it quick, easy and to the point.
-I play female main roles only. I can play other genders as side note characters and what not to keep the story moving along but my main character will be female, and ask that my partner is able to play a male and any additional characters through the story as well.
-I prefer fantasy in either modern or medieval times. There can be a ton of ideas we come up with.
-I am a sucker for romance, granted it happens between both characters naturally. That being said, I would rather not write smut (fade to black is my best friend!) just because I lack experience writing much of it. I am willing to try if one is willing to be patient.
-If romance is involved, I like to keep it a male/female relationship. See first note above!
-I am not perfect, nor do I expect perfection when it comes to writing, but I do ask for EFFORT! A quick look over your work to eliminate errors would be fantastic because if I must decipher a posts and it takes forever to do so, I will lose interest quickly. I know some mistakes will slip by and that is perfectly fine. I just ask you to do a little more on your end
-On the subject of writing, I much prefer multi-paragraph posts, two at the minimum if there is a lull within the story until things pick up.
If there are more questions you would like to ask, feel free to comment here or send a message and perhaps we can discuss some things and write together. Thanks for stopping by!
-I play female main roles only. I can play other genders as side note characters and what not to keep the story moving along but my main character will be female, and ask that my partner is able to play a male and any additional characters through the story as well.
-I prefer fantasy in either modern or medieval times. There can be a ton of ideas we come up with.
-I am a sucker for romance, granted it happens between both characters naturally. That being said, I would rather not write smut (fade to black is my best friend!) just because I lack experience writing much of it. I am willing to try if one is willing to be patient.
-If romance is involved, I like to keep it a male/female relationship. See first note above!
-I am not perfect, nor do I expect perfection when it comes to writing, but I do ask for EFFORT! A quick look over your work to eliminate errors would be fantastic because if I must decipher a posts and it takes forever to do so, I will lose interest quickly. I know some mistakes will slip by and that is perfectly fine. I just ask you to do a little more on your end
-On the subject of writing, I much prefer multi-paragraph posts, two at the minimum if there is a lull within the story until things pick up.
If there are more questions you would like to ask, feel free to comment here or send a message and perhaps we can discuss some things and write together. Thanks for stopping by!
So, not going to make a big long boring post.
Will get straight to the point. I want to get back to RP again, but it's been awhile with a lot of IRL stuff going on but I have some new found free time and would like to get back to something..
I have a few pre-made characters, and willing to make new ones.
I prefer male/female pairings if romance is involved, which I admit am a sucker for. I prefer the female role if that is okay.
I do multi-paragraph posts, 2 at the minimum but try to aim for more.
I will do my best to have minimal errors and simply ask you do the same. EFFORT! That's all I want
I like fantasy/medieval settings, modern as well with slice of life touches to them. We can expand on this if anyone is interested in brainstorming some ideas
Here is my link to the characters, some have thought out ideas/plots and the one is vague so we can go either way with it. Let me know if you want to make something! befallenpirate.wixsite.com/twystydwhy…
Will get straight to the point. I want to get back to RP again, but it's been awhile with a lot of IRL stuff going on but I have some new found free time and would like to get back to something..
I have a few pre-made characters, and willing to make new ones.
I prefer male/female pairings if romance is involved, which I admit am a sucker for. I prefer the female role if that is okay.
I do multi-paragraph posts, 2 at the minimum but try to aim for more.
I will do my best to have minimal errors and simply ask you do the same. EFFORT! That's all I want
I like fantasy/medieval settings, modern as well with slice of life touches to them. We can expand on this if anyone is interested in brainstorming some ideas
Here is my link to the characters, some have thought out ideas/plots and the one is vague so we can go either way with it. Let me know if you want to make something! befallenpirate.wixsite.com/twystydwhy…
Updated this site with another character I think might be fun to play around with. Let me know if any here catch your interest, of if you would rather brainstorm and we can certainly come up with something!
befallenpirate.wixsite.com/twystydwhy…
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