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Hey there! Please feel free to call me Ezra, Ez, or Lex. He/they, please. I’ve been roleplaying for about fifteen years now and would like to consider myself an advanced writer. I enjoy multi-paragraph, story heavy roleplays with slowburn romance. I also tend to enjoy crafting all my characters with a central theme or idea in mind- a big, tricky question for my brain to chew on.
Ideally I’ll be able to respond to a roleplay once every two days, but there may be times where that falls to once a week, or I have to take a break for a few weeks to focus on life. You can expect 300-2000 words per response from me. Many of my stories will involve violent fights, gore, or even horror, though those are not requirements.
I only roleplay as original characters and favor drawn or written references for appearance, though I can find photographic references if requested. I am not wholly unwilling to play against fandom characters, though it depends a lot on the character. I’m much more likely to be game for a well-rounded character from a fantasy book than a Sonic the Hedgehog.
Kinks
Sex and kink are always secondary to story for me. I also am a big sucker for what I call “feelings with sex.” Not writing sex for the sake of sex, not even sex with feelings, but feelings with sex, where the emotional bond of the characters is expressed through imperfect, romantic sex. I enjoy a lot of kinks, but vanilla sex written with romance and emotion in mind is the perfect flavor.
That said, I will briefly go over some of my favorites and some of my hard limits. If you don’t see something listed, feel free to ask.
Favorites
Clit play, oral sex (giving/receiving), squirting, teratophilia, light cum inflation, powerbottoms, service tops, size differences, breeding/impregnation, foreplay, orgasm control/denial, outercourse, impact play, light/medium bondage
Maybe
Breathplay, choking, incest, watersports, cuckolding
Hard Limits
Vore, weight gain/feederism, sexualized racism/misogyny/transphobia/etc., OOC flirting, underage, amputation, necrophilia, vomit, scat
Plots/Characters
At present I’ve been really enjoying writing as female characters in MxF roleplays. That said, I’m willing to play any of my characters as male or explore other pairings, though I will admit that I’m not experienced in pairings where none of the characters have a dick. I’m still willing to give such a pairing a shot, just know that there may be somewhat of a learning curve on my end when writing the sex scenes.
In addition, I’m very comfortable writing as or against queer and trans characters. Love ‘em.
If you see any typos here, feel free to shoot me a quick message and let me know!
Ideally I’ll be able to respond to a roleplay once every two days, but there may be times where that falls to once a week, or I have to take a break for a few weeks to focus on life. You can expect 300-2000 words per response from me. Many of my stories will involve violent fights, gore, or even horror, though those are not requirements.
I only roleplay as original characters and favor drawn or written references for appearance, though I can find photographic references if requested. I am not wholly unwilling to play against fandom characters, though it depends a lot on the character. I’m much more likely to be game for a well-rounded character from a fantasy book than a Sonic the Hedgehog.
Kinks
Sex and kink are always secondary to story for me. I also am a big sucker for what I call “feelings with sex.” Not writing sex for the sake of sex, not even sex with feelings, but feelings with sex, where the emotional bond of the characters is expressed through imperfect, romantic sex. I enjoy a lot of kinks, but vanilla sex written with romance and emotion in mind is the perfect flavor.
That said, I will briefly go over some of my favorites and some of my hard limits. If you don’t see something listed, feel free to ask.
Favorites
Clit play, oral sex (giving/receiving), squirting, teratophilia, light cum inflation, powerbottoms, service tops, size differences, breeding/impregnation, foreplay, orgasm control/denial, outercourse, impact play, light/medium bondage
Maybe
Breathplay, choking, incest, watersports, cuckolding
Hard Limits
Vore, weight gain/feederism, sexualized racism/misogyny/transphobia/etc., OOC flirting, underage, amputation, necrophilia, vomit, scat
Plots/Characters
At present I’ve been really enjoying writing as female characters in MxF roleplays. That said, I’m willing to play any of my characters as male or explore other pairings, though I will admit that I’m not experienced in pairings where none of the characters have a dick. I’m still willing to give such a pairing a shot, just know that there may be somewhat of a learning curve on my end when writing the sex scenes.
In addition, I’m very comfortable writing as or against queer and trans characters. Love ‘em.
The gods are not immortal, nor are they static. Throughout history, there have been ample instances of gods being killed, mostly at the hands of their scheming peers but on occasion by mortals. There have also been examples of gods devouring each other to assume coveted power, as well as gods becoming fused into one being as mortals conflate previously distinct entities.
The only thing that remains unchanging are the domains gods rule over, the very concepts they embody and manipulate. Though the god ruling over the seas may change, oceans are bound to always exist.
Two hundred years ago, a goddess named Lady Nus ruled over the domains of plague, war, and rebirth. Like how prescribed burns clear farmlands before the planting season, Lady Nus leveraged plague and war to cleanse the earth and make room for new generations and civilizations to grow. She viewed plague and war as unfortunate necessities in the cycle of life and death while simultaneously instructing her followers to work to abolish disease and war, hoping that mortals could one day eradicate the baleful domains.
Lady Nus did not see that hope realized.
Millennia ago, Lady Nus’ father had tricked her into devouring her mother, Ambauxa, the goddess of potential and growth. The crafty war god sought to make his daughter and disciple stronger.
Lady Nus realized the scheme only when a wisp of Ambauxa remained. Blinded by rage, Lady Nus devoured her father, then hid herself away with the scrap of her mother, hoping to nurse her mother back to her glory.
Secretly, away from the prying eyes of other gods, Ambauxa grew hale again. She took to assisting Lady Nus with her divine work, which in time saw the two goddesses fused into one entity.
Alarmed by their slow merging, Lady Nus sought a way to keep the duo as distinct entities. She developed and enacted a ritual in hopes of sealing herself within a part of their conjoined body, then splitting her own being off.
The ritual failed. Lady Nus only managed to seal herself away and became little more than comatose dead weight. After a few centuries of attempting to figure out how to undo the ritual, the increasingly exhausted Ambauxa gave up. She selected a pious, brave mortal and passed the torch to her, allowing the woman to assume control over the domains both Ambauxa and Lady Nus controlled.
This ascended goddess, Alchamya, has proven as fearsome and benevolent as her predecessors. However, the weight of so many domains and so much power has rendered the young goddess unstable, her body slowly breaking under that weight.
The goddess could easily split her power off and give a portion to a trusted priest. Instead, however, she has made a secret plan: find a mortal to see ascended who can be her lover and equal, who shares the values dear to her heart and can come to know her heart. Someone who understands her goal to see the domains of plague and war eradicated and who will be a steadfast companion in working towards that goal.
Alchamya gave herself a time limit of a century to find a suitable lover or else settle on one of her priests.
For the past sixty-four years, Alchamya has made it known that any person may, through prayer, request an avatar of hers to aid them. The goddess examines the heart and goals of the person making the request, and if she believes their request to be selfish or unjust, she immediately strikes them down.
Those deemed worthy are allowed an avatar to journey alongside them with a cryptic notice that the goddess will demand payment for her services in time. Most of those questioned on what the goddess requested of them said that she merely demanded that they live moral, kind lives. A few have refused to answer, turning away with somber secrecy.
Whatever that payment is, whatever Alchamya’s secret trials may be, the goddess has not yet found someone she deems suitable to stand by her side.
Notes: How do you figure out how to share incredible power and ensure that the recipient won't misuse that power? Is there a way to make such a selection that won't cause the candidates extreme distress? These are the questions that this plot and character focus around.
I’m seeking a character who has their own epic quest for Alchamya to help with for this plot. The goal is that over the course of the journey, the two will grow close, fall in love, and in time, hopefully the selected person will ascend and work alongside Alchamya.
Though Alchamya has inherited great power, I don’t intend to write her avatar as being an infallible steamroller. The avatar will only hold a fraction of her power, and, more than that, the gods in this universe are very imperfect. They can be killed, maimed, tricked, and overpowered. Rest assured that I don’t intend to write Alchamya as a silver bullet to whatever goals your character has.
The only thing that remains unchanging are the domains gods rule over, the very concepts they embody and manipulate. Though the god ruling over the seas may change, oceans are bound to always exist.
Two hundred years ago, a goddess named Lady Nus ruled over the domains of plague, war, and rebirth. Like how prescribed burns clear farmlands before the planting season, Lady Nus leveraged plague and war to cleanse the earth and make room for new generations and civilizations to grow. She viewed plague and war as unfortunate necessities in the cycle of life and death while simultaneously instructing her followers to work to abolish disease and war, hoping that mortals could one day eradicate the baleful domains.
Lady Nus did not see that hope realized.
Millennia ago, Lady Nus’ father had tricked her into devouring her mother, Ambauxa, the goddess of potential and growth. The crafty war god sought to make his daughter and disciple stronger.
Lady Nus realized the scheme only when a wisp of Ambauxa remained. Blinded by rage, Lady Nus devoured her father, then hid herself away with the scrap of her mother, hoping to nurse her mother back to her glory.
Secretly, away from the prying eyes of other gods, Ambauxa grew hale again. She took to assisting Lady Nus with her divine work, which in time saw the two goddesses fused into one entity.
Alarmed by their slow merging, Lady Nus sought a way to keep the duo as distinct entities. She developed and enacted a ritual in hopes of sealing herself within a part of their conjoined body, then splitting her own being off.
The ritual failed. Lady Nus only managed to seal herself away and became little more than comatose dead weight. After a few centuries of attempting to figure out how to undo the ritual, the increasingly exhausted Ambauxa gave up. She selected a pious, brave mortal and passed the torch to her, allowing the woman to assume control over the domains both Ambauxa and Lady Nus controlled.
This ascended goddess, Alchamya, has proven as fearsome and benevolent as her predecessors. However, the weight of so many domains and so much power has rendered the young goddess unstable, her body slowly breaking under that weight.
The goddess could easily split her power off and give a portion to a trusted priest. Instead, however, she has made a secret plan: find a mortal to see ascended who can be her lover and equal, who shares the values dear to her heart and can come to know her heart. Someone who understands her goal to see the domains of plague and war eradicated and who will be a steadfast companion in working towards that goal.
Alchamya gave herself a time limit of a century to find a suitable lover or else settle on one of her priests.
For the past sixty-four years, Alchamya has made it known that any person may, through prayer, request an avatar of hers to aid them. The goddess examines the heart and goals of the person making the request, and if she believes their request to be selfish or unjust, she immediately strikes them down.
Those deemed worthy are allowed an avatar to journey alongside them with a cryptic notice that the goddess will demand payment for her services in time. Most of those questioned on what the goddess requested of them said that she merely demanded that they live moral, kind lives. A few have refused to answer, turning away with somber secrecy.
Whatever that payment is, whatever Alchamya’s secret trials may be, the goddess has not yet found someone she deems suitable to stand by her side.
Notes: How do you figure out how to share incredible power and ensure that the recipient won't misuse that power? Is there a way to make such a selection that won't cause the candidates extreme distress? These are the questions that this plot and character focus around.
I’m seeking a character who has their own epic quest for Alchamya to help with for this plot. The goal is that over the course of the journey, the two will grow close, fall in love, and in time, hopefully the selected person will ascend and work alongside Alchamya.
Though Alchamya has inherited great power, I don’t intend to write her avatar as being an infallible steamroller. The avatar will only hold a fraction of her power, and, more than that, the gods in this universe are very imperfect. They can be killed, maimed, tricked, and overpowered. Rest assured that I don’t intend to write Alchamya as a silver bullet to whatever goals your character has.
It is written that when the world was young and new, the fledgling lands held void-black gashes known simply as Seams through which foul creatures, commonly thought to be the progenitors of demons, crawled through.
A creature known as the Murghis, a multicolored dragon or a chimeric bird, depending on which scholar you ask, protected the lands from the creatures pouring out of the Seams. In time, the Murghis sealed off the Seams.
Weary from her work, the Murghis split herself into thirty pieces, promising that she could be reassembled if a blessed child, a worthy vessel, gathered her fragments.
Thirty-two years ago, a pinprick of a Seam appeared, the first the world had seen in millennia.
Twenty-seven years ago, on the night of the Summer’s Solstice, wrapped up in the holy portent of a caul, Galea was born.
The priest overseeing Galea’s birth recognized the importance of this portent and took Galea away from her parents, sending her off to the king’s court to be raised and groomed into her role as the hero’s vessel.
Nine years ago, after her eighteenth birthday, Galea was sent off into the world to begin gathering up the fragments of the Murghis. She has earned a favorable reputation over the course of her journeys, renowned for her bravery, grace, and unerring kindness. Peasants and nobles alike have cheered on her progress in the twenty-three fragments she has gathered and are grateful that there seems to be no “side quest” too unimportant for her to address. She is revered as the sacrificial lamb that will revive the ancient hero they direly need.
Secretly, Galea is aware that the fragments she has gathered are nothing more than pretty baubles. Each consumed piece leaves her feeling unchanged and she quietly fears that the people are pinning their hopes on a fraud.
Notes: Who gets to be the arbiter of someone's identity? What are the tools they may use to decide? These are the questions Galea focuses on.
For this, I’d be interested in writing Galea against a traveling companion who can help with her quest, a noble involved in political intrigue to delay or derail her quest, or even a nonhuman guardian of a fragment.
A creature known as the Murghis, a multicolored dragon or a chimeric bird, depending on which scholar you ask, protected the lands from the creatures pouring out of the Seams. In time, the Murghis sealed off the Seams.
Weary from her work, the Murghis split herself into thirty pieces, promising that she could be reassembled if a blessed child, a worthy vessel, gathered her fragments.
Thirty-two years ago, a pinprick of a Seam appeared, the first the world had seen in millennia.
Twenty-seven years ago, on the night of the Summer’s Solstice, wrapped up in the holy portent of a caul, Galea was born.
The priest overseeing Galea’s birth recognized the importance of this portent and took Galea away from her parents, sending her off to the king’s court to be raised and groomed into her role as the hero’s vessel.
Nine years ago, after her eighteenth birthday, Galea was sent off into the world to begin gathering up the fragments of the Murghis. She has earned a favorable reputation over the course of her journeys, renowned for her bravery, grace, and unerring kindness. Peasants and nobles alike have cheered on her progress in the twenty-three fragments she has gathered and are grateful that there seems to be no “side quest” too unimportant for her to address. She is revered as the sacrificial lamb that will revive the ancient hero they direly need.
Secretly, Galea is aware that the fragments she has gathered are nothing more than pretty baubles. Each consumed piece leaves her feeling unchanged and she quietly fears that the people are pinning their hopes on a fraud.
Notes: Who gets to be the arbiter of someone's identity? What are the tools they may use to decide? These are the questions Galea focuses on.
For this, I’d be interested in writing Galea against a traveling companion who can help with her quest, a noble involved in political intrigue to delay or derail her quest, or even a nonhuman guardian of a fragment.
If you see any typos here, feel free to shoot me a quick message and let me know!