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I remember when I first discovered the concept of Roleplaying. It started when I was young when I first threw a twenty-sided dice, back then I thought the dark anti-hero in a trench coat that was fond of a corner table of a tavern was cool. This expanded to play by post roleplaying and expanded interest in reading novels. I don't believe in labeling myself as "lit, advanced, and so on," I used to but then discovered a concept of quality over quantity. I've made massive posts, they were mainly filler with only two paragraphs of great substance, this experience led me to the concept of "driving," the action of a scene. No one wants to read a twenty-page story about eating a sandwich. Characters need to grow, evolve, and most importantly things need to happen.
My style I would consider being fast-paced but with the major priority of driving and pushing the narrative forward. This brings me to my next point, I love communicating. There's nothing greater than a meeting of the minds, talking plots, how to expand the story, and where we want our characters. If we write together I will be bugging you a lot. If a narrative is going to be pushed forward it's going to be with collaboration and talking nerdy.
I hate introductions but I figured if you want to write with me, you deserve to know my intent and what I am about.
Expectations
- Communication
- At least two well thought of paragraphs in a response
- Healthy boundaries, I have a life outside of here and I am sure you do too. If I don't respond instantly or quickly it probably means I have something going on.
- Story/Smut ratio a strict 70/30 split 70 being story 30 being smut. I used to do a lot of erotic rp and I've find it just ruins my muse. Writing hawt sex is great but I truly just want to tell an epic story.
Limits
- Anything that violates the rules of the website and TOS
- Main Characters under the age of 21
- Long detailed descriptions of blood/Gore
--Story Prompts--
The Night Watchmen (Medieval Fantasy/ Urban Adventure)
You see that? A flicker on the roof tops, I swore I saw a shadow that night. I was closing up a shop that night, when the Watchmen appeared. No not like an old man with a lantern and a stick. I am talking about The Night Watchmen, mask and all I swear by the gods. So I was closing up shot when the brigands came to rob me but they couldn't make it to me. The Night Watchmen dove down from a nearby building his rapier swinging like the knife of a surgeon. He cut them down and then just as fast as he appeared he was gone. Don't believe what the council of lords says about him. He's a bonafide champion of this city, if you notice everyone is safer under the protection of The Night Watchmen. You should have heard what he did when the tax collectors ransacked old Esmerelda's tavern, I hear that they haven't sent anyone for her coin ever since.
Rangers in the Dark (Post Apocalyptic High Fantasy)
There was once a golden age, with castles, knights, and beautiful meadows with rainbow colored flowers. When knights protected the rodes, people studied magic at prestigious colleges, and people embarked the large cities to go on epic quests. But nothing lasts forever.... At the peak of the golden age of the realm that's when it happened, when the land was blasted apart and we all ran to the Dwarf Lords for sanctuary. They kept us in ghettos, and used us like cheap labor. Every year they had a lottery of who would be selected to the ranger corps. The brave fools who would leave the safety of the mountain and salvage what they could from the world that was. Most never came back, some were forever changed.
Happy Hunting.
My style I would consider being fast-paced but with the major priority of driving and pushing the narrative forward. This brings me to my next point, I love communicating. There's nothing greater than a meeting of the minds, talking plots, how to expand the story, and where we want our characters. If we write together I will be bugging you a lot. If a narrative is going to be pushed forward it's going to be with collaboration and talking nerdy.
I hate introductions but I figured if you want to write with me, you deserve to know my intent and what I am about.
Expectations
- Communication
- At least two well thought of paragraphs in a response
- Healthy boundaries, I have a life outside of here and I am sure you do too. If I don't respond instantly or quickly it probably means I have something going on.
- Story/Smut ratio a strict 70/30 split 70 being story 30 being smut. I used to do a lot of erotic rp and I've find it just ruins my muse. Writing hawt sex is great but I truly just want to tell an epic story.
Limits
- Anything that violates the rules of the website and TOS
- Main Characters under the age of 21
- Long detailed descriptions of blood/Gore
--Story Prompts--
The Night Watchmen (Medieval Fantasy/ Urban Adventure)
You see that? A flicker on the roof tops, I swore I saw a shadow that night. I was closing up a shop that night, when the Watchmen appeared. No not like an old man with a lantern and a stick. I am talking about The Night Watchmen, mask and all I swear by the gods. So I was closing up shot when the brigands came to rob me but they couldn't make it to me. The Night Watchmen dove down from a nearby building his rapier swinging like the knife of a surgeon. He cut them down and then just as fast as he appeared he was gone. Don't believe what the council of lords says about him. He's a bonafide champion of this city, if you notice everyone is safer under the protection of The Night Watchmen. You should have heard what he did when the tax collectors ransacked old Esmerelda's tavern, I hear that they haven't sent anyone for her coin ever since.
Rangers in the Dark (Post Apocalyptic High Fantasy)
There was once a golden age, with castles, knights, and beautiful meadows with rainbow colored flowers. When knights protected the rodes, people studied magic at prestigious colleges, and people embarked the large cities to go on epic quests. But nothing lasts forever.... At the peak of the golden age of the realm that's when it happened, when the land was blasted apart and we all ran to the Dwarf Lords for sanctuary. They kept us in ghettos, and used us like cheap labor. Every year they had a lottery of who would be selected to the ranger corps. The brave fools who would leave the safety of the mountain and salvage what they could from the world that was. Most never came back, some were forever changed.
Happy Hunting.
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