Vee

Seeking Dedicated Partner - FxF - Mature / Adult / 18+

Oh my gosh I would LOVE to RP with you!! And I was actually craving a Superhero role-play too so that is absolutely perfect! ^-^

Casual FxF interest 18+

Bumpety bump bump :3

Writer's Aid - A topic for helping writers to learn and grow.

@Revans Exile thank you for the critique. ^-^ I do understand what you mean I am just a sucker for making things pretty. >//<

Casual FxF interest 18+

Currently only looking for 1 or 2 partners

Hello there! My name is Vee, as you may or may not have noticed. o.o Like in the title I am looking for a casual FxF RP with someone. I have always been terrible with this so I am just gonna go into the meat of it lol.

What I am looking for:
-An RP partner that can at least reply once a day (More would be fine) but if anything comes up I ask you do your best to let me know. :)
-Someone who is okay with Mature content: Sex, cursing, blood, etc.
-A writing sample (or link to a writing sample) so I can assess our compatibility. I don't mind providing writing prompts.
-A funny image to prove you've read this. :P
-Willingness to let me know if someone isn't working for you in the RP and you are losing interest. We can then figure out whether to change direction, switch the plot or even just kill it and go our separate ways. No hard feelings. :)
-A partner that can be goofy with me OOC (or even IC) and doesn't take things too seriously. I am a goof ball and it'd help if you are too. ^-^

RP interests:
Nearly anything xD
Just ask and I would probably be down to try. :)

Things I am not okay with:
-Rape. It can be a part of a characters past or whatever but it won't be Roleplayed.
-S&M. Unless it is rather light.
-Strictly Cannon Fandoms. I like creating my own characters. And I always feel I don't portray the characters well enough when I do cannon.

Anything else just ask. :)

Darkness Within (A Dark themed rp)

And now I am terrified of Adelia.... o.o;;;

Vee's Character Depository

Garret Omundson

| Blonde Hair - Blue eyes - 6'0" - 187lbs |

Name: Garret Omundson.

Age: Twenty-two (22).

Personality:
Garret is rather well kept and stoic in demeanor. He isn't much for any overly outward emotions, keeping rather level headed. Though it is rare things do make him happy, mostly a beautiful smile or a relaxing day. Getting him angry is practically impossible. Being a trained knight he knows that getting hot headed can get you killed. Garret is loyal to a fault, only serving the interest of those he serves and never wavering, no matter the bribe or adversity.

Background:
Garret, in his younger years, was a rather carefree and fun loving boy. Always running around and laughing like a maniac who had found the pet rock that had ran away the night prior. He always smiled and hugged people indiscriminately; though this often got some uncomfortable groans. He was a squire training to become a knight. Though his bouncy tendencies usually got him a smack in the head or a boot to the rump for not paying attention properly to the lesson. But he didn't care. He trained hard, maybe a but unorthedoxically because of his raging ADHD but he did train hard.

Though of his many "friends" - or people he simply claimed to be his friend when in reality they couldn't stand his energy - he had one he truly cherished. A young girl that aided the squires and Garret held a special fondness for her. Some would call it love but in his youth he simply called it witchcraft upon his heart. None the less they were inseparable. Always at each others side given the possibility. They ran around the open fields, he helped her with chores and she helped him clean armor when he landed himself in trouble; which was regularly.

They even shared each other first kiss one evening. They were out in the field and Garret put on some rather sweet moves to woo the young lady. Though any semblance of swagger faded the instant she kissed him. Turning him into a babbling idiot that turned tail and ran the second their lips separated. A damned goof he was. But she adored it to a fault.

But everything changed (when the fire nation attacked) when one day he was tasked with stacking crates in the stable. In the childs rush to finish he hadn't probably stabilized one of the stacks and didn't notice before leaving. The girl noticing Garret's mistake she tried to fix it so he didn't get in even more trouble. But her arms weren't strong enough to correct the imbalance and only sent it toppling over.

Garret heard a scream right before a loud crash. On instinct he quickly turned and ran to the sound but what he found rocked him to the core. His dear friend lying under the debris of splintered wood and heavy plates of metal. The weight crushed her chest and killed her instantly. There was no chance of saving her. He had never cried so hard in his life.

From that day one Garret became a completely different person. Solid and stoic, diligent and practice. Meticulous in everything he did and never stopping until perfection. Ever since that day Garret has lead a solemn life of training. Doing his best to not find connections with people who he could fail once again and lose. Fear of that pain happening again leaving him a statue.

Talents:
-Fighting.
-Swordsmanship.
-Archery.
-Simple metal repair.
-Hand to hand combat.
-Survival Skills.
-Sick beat boxing skills (kept on the down-low).

Hopes/Dreams: That some day his name can be forever remembered as a great Knight that served a great kingdom.

Likes:
-Beautiful smile.
-Relaxing Days.
-Sparring.
-Upholding his honor.

Dislikes:
-Disrespect.
-Disloyalty.
-Threats against the Kingdom and it's people.
-Ducks. He HATES ducks.

Hopeless Romantic?: In theory, yes. Though affection often either goes over his head or he is overcome with awkwardness that he doesn't know what to do.

Swears?: A gentleman would never curse. But maybe a couple words if he were to stub his toe. Cause that shit hurts.

Secrets?:
Everyone has secrets. Though he isn't one to lie.

1x1 RP with Madame Kitten.

Writer's Aid - A topic for helping writers to learn and grow.

So to get the ball rolling for those who want to advise but not submit samples. I recently wrote a post and would love to have peoples opinions on it. It has been quite a long time since I wrote an intro post this big so I am concerned for it's flow and wording. I would love and appreciate any feed back ^-^

Some back story. This RP is about people who were currently changed into monsters by a Magician type man. My character happens to be a succubus.

Intro Post

Lizbeth clung to her knees in a dark corner of the dungeons deep within the Nixus estate. She had only lasted a day before finding her way back to the only place her twisted mind found solace. Her mind reeled in agony though her form remained motionless as she sat in her solemn corner of exile. Thoughts of that night alone plagued her to the core, sending shrill aches down to her center and from it radiating a nauseating pulse. The images were a blur but clear enough to set her teeth on edge; forcing her to squeeze her legs to her chest as if that were going to alleviate the pain.

--few days earlier.

Her body was hot as she walked the dark streets of the ghetto. Her arms clasped around her stomach as they tried to restrain the bizarre urge that permeated into her bones. It wasn't a dull ache but a wildfire of desire that gave her a cold sweat; thanking whatever God was out there when he granted a cool breeze to rush past her. The road was dimly lit and hardly any life on the street as she stumbled her way through. But it wasn't long before some poor, unlucky bastard poked his nose into a trap he did not see. A door opened off to the girls left, an older man with slight graying hairs stepping out from behind it with a soft, concerned look across his face. "Oh dear. Come in side child, you look terrible." He cooed sincerely as he beckoned her with his hand.

From the door wafted a scent unlike any; like a mix of rose and vanilla, screaming an odd sense of relief to her nerves that she desperately craved more of. Her body tried to resist but the pull nearly knocked her off her feet. She shambled across the street and entered the home, her strained eyes glancing at him as she passed. He closed the door behind her and ushered her innocently to the couch, helping her sit without falling. He crouched before Lizbeth and placed a soft hand to her head and sighed. "You're burning up dear, let me get something for you." he offered and left before Lizbeth could protest.

Before she knew it the man had returned with a cool damp rag and a strangely colored syrup. He placed and held the cool rag to Lizbeth's forehead and offered the syrup with the other hand. "Here, drink this. It'll help with the cold." he insisted. Thinking the man was right and it was only a cold she took the small cup and down the liquid, wincing and gagging at the foul taste; though the man got a laugh out of it. "I know it tastes bad, but it'll help." He smiled. A smile so genuine and kind that it was almost heavenly. Why couldn't it have been someone else...

The medicine didn't make anything better. Her body only ached more and more as the tireless seconds droned on. But that sweet smell of rose and vanilla pulled at her still. She looked around curiously as she tried to find the source that she was so drawn to but her eyes kept falling back to the man crouched before her. She dismissed it though, why would her senses be drawn so strongly to this stranger. Her cravings weren't of affection or romance, it was hunger. A type of hunger that could cripple a man. A hunger that pulled at your very essence until you succumb to it. And Lizbeth was slowly losing that battle with hunger. Why couldn't it have been someone else...

It wasn't long before Lizbeth lost that battle within herself. Lunging from the couch and taking the man with her, slamming him into the far wall and pinning him there with a strength she didn't realize that she had. That smile washed away into a look of terror, her hand around his throat and leaving him without a voice. She didn't know if the man was cowering or what though she was beginning to look down at the man as if he were beginning to slouch but he seemed to be standing straight up. She dismissed the thought. She didn't care enough to investigate. She suddenly then stole a kiss from his lips. It was only a moment before this strange, soothing heat burst through her veins. Sparks ignited under her skin so tantalizing that it caused her to groan passionately against the mans lips. Why couldn't it have been someone else...

Her consciousness soon left her in a haze until she awoke the next morning, curling up in a ball in the center of the living room; broken pieces of glass and wood scattered across the oak floor. She groaned as she began to regain consciousness, rubbing her head as it ached like a bad hang over though strangely her body felt more alive than it ever had. She opened her eyes to a blur of sleep, though a few blinks began to crystallize her view. Her heart sank into her gut at the vision before her. There the man sat against the wall, his flesh sucked in like a mummy without any semblance of life left in his sunken eyes. The shock quickly faded before it was filled with an overwhelming sense of nausea. She heaved dry air though no substance was found in her stomach to evacuate. The heaves tore at her throat but she couldn't stop, the image so traumatizing and horrific that it was the only thing she could do to try and rid the disgust. Why couldn't it have been someone else...

It had been several hours before the traumatized Lizbeth finally stopped staring at the corpse and pushed herself up off the floor. Her body ached for comfort. She didn't care what. She soon found that her feet had carried her all the way back to the Nixus estate. She was greeted warmly, a prized pet had found its way back to the nest. She didn't care. Her mind was too plagued with horrifying thoughts to have any space left for caring. So she followed along down to the dungeon where she was to be kept; a place she found fitting for what she had become. So there she sat in her dark corner for the following days without touching any of her food. Simply clinging her knees to her chest as images shuffled through her mind of the mans kind, warm smile and how she had twisted that face into a husk.

...Why couldn't it have been someone else...

Writer's Aid - A topic for helping writers to learn and grow.

So I was looking through this Off-Topic thread and didn't see any place for people to post samples of their writing and have fellow writers critique. Though I want to keep this civil and uplifting this is a place for critiques. So take everything with a grain of salt and remember we are all here trying to learn or help others learn.

So feel free to post with some of your writings (or links to writings) and wait for someone to come around with advice. Though I ask if it's more than a few paragraphs to put it in a hider; so it doesn't make each page super long.

Darkness Within (A Dark themed rp)

You know, we've all snuffed someone so far. I'm looking forward to this trend continuing.

@Vahir

Hehe I don't know why but this made me giggle x3

Vee's Character Depository

Lizbeth is a rather short girl, standing at a mere 5'2" and weighing only a tad over 100lbs. Her hair is a dirty blonde with powder blue eyes.

Succubus

Lizbeth, once transformed, becomes very lithe. Long, slender limbs and petite figure standing at 6'0" and weighing the same. Her hair becomes raven black and her eyes seem to be hollow and lifeless with a purple, glowing hue.

Generic Information

---

Name:
Lizbeth D'Veaux.
Gender:
Female.
Age:
Twenty (20).
Height:
5'2"
Sexuality:
Bisexual (Leaning more towards Homosexuality).

Psych Profile

---

Traits

• Resourceful - Lizbeth is rather clever when it comes to resolving issues and finding solutions. Able to utilize unsuspecting objects to suit an unrelated goal.
• Charismatic - Though this isn't something she always is but she knows how to turn it on when needed. Lizbeth is rather kept to herself and reserved on most occasions but when necessary she can be rather charming and persuasive.
• Even Tempered - Lizbeth is rather well mannered and incredibly hard to upset.

Flaws

• Afraid - Lizbeth lives in a constant fear of becoming overcome by her monstrous side. Though no one would really see that as it is well hidden.
• Paranoid - Lizbeth is a bit prone to paranoia when it comes to people true intentions. It is rather difficult for Lizbeth to gain trust in someone.
• Intimacy - Though intimacy makes a succubus stronger it always restricts Lizbeth's ability to focus as her fear overwhelms her of succumbing to her desires. Making intimacy a double edged sword for Lizbeth.
• Holy Relics - Holy relics of any type cause serious damage to her body. Painful burns if only touched for a few moments.

Backstory:
Unlike most people found under the thumb of Lord Nixus Lizbeth isn't royalty of any kind. Lizbeth was born and raised as a street urchin. Stealing to survive and learning to charm her way into getting the things she couldn't steal. This has even lead to more... intimate services for the more important things. A service she hated to provide but she had to survive somehow.

Upon hearing of the invitations being given out to a masquerade held by the famous Lord Nixus she knew if she found someone with an invite and follow them to the estate. Following her plan she found a target and followed them to the estate, seeing as the staff was busy with the guests she found a window in the back of the estate. Though what her luck was very unfortunate as it was the window into Lord Nixus' personal office. Where he sat alone by the fire place. A smirk on his lips wide enough to make her think he was expecting her.

That was the last time she was human. At least entirely human. Though often she barely feels human at all anymore. Lizbeth is now the incarnation of what she hates. Carnal desires and lust, the one thing she hated to do to survive is now the only thing she needs to do to survive.

Character Motivation:
Her strongest desire is to find a cure and become a human again; to live without these painful desires.

Opinion Of Others:
WIP

Other:
Theme song - "Oats in the Water" by Ben Howard

RP - Darkness Within.