Hi, you can call me Jester. I use she/her pronouns. I'm 32 and would prefer a partner
who is 21+. I've been itching to roleplay again. So, after a 6-year hiatus, I am back!
Please excuse me as I dust off the rust. Prior to my hiatus, I had been writing for over
13 years and ran multiple large roleplay groups, both here and on Gaia Online.
I can only realistically reply once or twice a week, for the moment. There may be
times when my replies take longer. I have Multiple Sclerosis atop a vast multitude
of other chronic health and autoimmune issues. I get sick and hospitalized often,
which can cause reply delays. Though I will try to communicate when this happens,
I may not always be able to during an emergency.
I follow the mini-skirt rule: my posts are detailed enough to cover all essentials, yet
short enough to be engaging. Still, I'm flexible and will most often mirror my partner's
preferred post length.
I like to make pretty posts. So I prefer to be in Threads. You don't have to be as into the
coding and layout editing, but I love to do it. I often use digital art, or anime-style photos
and designs that I've edited.
Dark romance is what I enjoy most. I find less interest in light, fluffy relationships in my
roleplays. While intimacy is natural, I prefer to let things develop organically. Heavily
smut-focused stories don't hold my attention.
I'm looking for a partner for The Gilded Dagger, a dark political fantasy plot below, ideally
taking on the role of the noble Lord.
- I've already built a solid foundation, including the core guild structures, gods, and maps,
so we'll have a strong base to start from. I'd love to expand and shape the world
together! Open to co-creating political framework, divine lore, city-states, and all the
messy political threads in between.
- Slow-burn dynamics. Romance, tension, betrayal, mutual ambition, etc.
- Twists and divine interference. Are they pawns of fate, or playing the gods themselves?
- Flexible tones: drama, dry wit, high stakes, soft moments between hard choices, dark
- I'm looking for a partner who's comfortable playing a variety of side characters and NPCs.
Whether it's spies, guild agents, scheming nobility, or unsuspecting servants, I love stories
with rich supporting casts. They truly add depth to the story. I'll be doing the same on my end.
If you're into manipulative court games, double lives, and morally gray characters wrapped in
silk and blood, let's scheme for this plot together.
In the fractured continent of Askos, nine powerful guilds, each devoted to a different god, quietly control the world through wealth, knowledge, war, and faith.
When YC, an ambitious noble from a minor house, seeks the throne, he doesn't raise an army. He hires an assassin from the Death Guild, Fadehall.
Vesira Rhen, a high-born orphan raised by the Mercenary Guild, is chosen for her lethal skill and noble blood. Under her original identity of Lady Vaelira Duskmoore, she is publicly presented as YC's long-lost betrothed. In truth, she is his spy, bodyguard, and personal executioner, eliminating rivals hidden under the guise of courtship.
Together, they weave a web of deception and death through noble houses and guild politics with their eyes firmly planted on the throne. But as Vesira climbs deeper into courtly life, she uncovers divine prophecies, ancient secrets about her past, and whispers that YC's rise to the throne may fulfill a prophecy.
When YC, an ambitious noble from a minor house, seeks the throne, he doesn't raise an army. He hires an assassin from the Death Guild, Fadehall.
Vesira Rhen, a high-born orphan raised by the Mercenary Guild, is chosen for her lethal skill and noble blood. Under her original identity of Lady Vaelira Duskmoore, she is publicly presented as YC's long-lost betrothed. In truth, she is his spy, bodyguard, and personal executioner, eliminating rivals hidden under the guise of courtship.
Together, they weave a web of deception and death through noble houses and guild politics with their eyes firmly planted on the throne. But as Vesira climbs deeper into courtly life, she uncovers divine prophecies, ancient secrets about her past, and whispers that YC's rise to the throne may fulfill a prophecy.
(I really like pirate themes. Like really really reeaaallyyyy love them.)
This is an older sample that I have gone over and recently lightly edited/changed around
a bit. I'm working on creating a new writing sample, but it isn't high on the priority list.
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Brietta went to sleep after stowing her winnings and let sleep take her. She had been tired and frustrated, and she knew that if she stayed awake any longer, she would hunt down Markus and press herself on him. So, she went to bed…
… The violent ringing of the bell had Brietta rolling from her cot, her body slamming onto the floor roughly. The ship rocked, sending her rolling across the cabin floor. Gritting her teeth, Brietta hastily scrambled to her feet. She bolted out onto the deck, running to see what was happening. And it took half a second before she noticed the dark clouds rolling in. Her stomach did flips and twists, and she carefully went to the masts and climbed up with haste. She wanted to be off the deck. Men were thrown around as the ship was barraged by large waves. The winds were already whipping up roughly, and she felt unsteady for the first time in a long time. Brietta clung to the ropes tightly and climbed to the mizzenmast first. She fumbled with the knots, unraveling them, and the sail whipped out at full force, billowing out as it filled with wind. It dragged her forward, and Brietta dropped onto the beam, clutched tightly with her legs to keep herself from being dragged off and sent flying through the air.
She groaned in frustration and inched herself to the eyehook and wove the rope through it, tying it down so the mast did not billow out so much that it would fly free. She knotted it tightly and tugged the rope roughly, watching the knot carefully, ensuring that it would not budge. And it held wonderfully. Brietta climbed to her feet and traversed the beam, going to the other sails and repeating herself, opening each one as fast as she could without putting herself in danger. A few nasty gusts of wind nearly sent her toppling over, which would have sent her to her death, but the girl reacted quickly enough that she was safe. Her numb fingers clung to the ropes tightly. They were the only things keeping her alive at this point.
Brietta hastily returned to the deck, her legs shaking. She looked up at the sky repeatedly as she went to help the men tie everything down and supported everything that needed it. The waves were already rough, and the sea sprayed them repeatedly, making the girl shiver in the cool morning air. She was grateful that it wasn't raining yet.
She sent a silent prayer to the Mistress and tossed a gold coin from her pocket overboard as an offering, praying they would outrun the storm. But her prayer was futile and went unanswered. The clouds rolled in, catching up to them, even though the Vagrant sliced through the waves with ease. And Brietta knew it would be a bad storm when Markus ordered the sails to be taken down. She called for Jisk, and he came running. The pair climbed up into the masts, working together as they took down the main mast. It was rough and tedious work, but the pair got it done and rolled and dropped down to the deck to be secured. The second mast was harder, and Brietta slid and slipped a few times as the first droplets of rain hit, which only made the entire process harder.
The third was nearly impossible and took the longest. The pair weren't strong enough to do it alone, but they were too high up, the winds too loud for them to call for help. That and it wouldn't be safe for anyone to climb up, not with the rain pelting down. Brietta was drenched, her lips blue, and her teeth were chattering violently. She had lost the feeling in her hands and feet long ago.
The sail whipped in a sudden fierce gust of wind, and Brietta screamed as she felt her body pitch backward. The rope jerked in her hand, and her fingers weakly grasped at it as tightly as she could. But it wasn't fastened to anything. Brietta began to plummet towards her death. Even through the numbness, Brietta could feel her flesh searing as friction ripped it away and felt a sudden, painful jerk in her shoulder, making her shriek in pain. She weakly clung to the rope and looked up. Jisk was clinging to a rope, hanging on for dear life as he held her, keeping her from meeting Davy Jones.
The sail had dropped with her, too heavy with water, and slammed into the main deck, thankfully not hurting anyone or damaging anything seriously. It took out a railing before toppling into the waves. A few men shouted, pointing above, spotting Brietta dangling in the air, helpless. "Cap'n!"
"Jisk, don't let go!" Brietta yelled at him, terror in her voice, and she couldn't help but look down and screech in fear. "I won't lass! I'mma pull ye up!"
Brietta whimpered as she dangled helplessly, clutching him tightly, though she felt herself ever so slowly slipping. They were drenched, and she had no grip, no strength left in her hands. "JISK PULL!" Brietta screamed at him, her panic rising. She was going to fall, she was going to die here. Right now. "I'm tryin' lass!"
She felt him yank, felt herself rise just a bit. The girl looked up and saw another figure, a familiar face, as Greyson arrived. He had climbed up as fast as he was capable. He grabbed Jisk and pulled him. Jisk, safely anchored by Greyson, released the rope he had used to keep them both from falling and reached down with his free hand, grabbing Brietta's arm. The two men heaved, and she rose enough that she could grasp onto a beam. They pulled again, and Brietta hooked her leg over the beam and grasped it, lying across it, hugging it with all of her strength. Every muscle in her body was taught as adrenaline raced through her. She heaved, gasping for breath as she choked herself with laughter. She escaped death today.
Come lassie, let's go down!" Jisk had to shout to be heard over the whipping winds, and Brietta shook her head, panic welling inside her. "NO! I'll stay 'ere! I'll fall if I descend Jisk!" He growled and relayed her response to Greyson, who could not hear her, and the pair angrily shouted things that Brietta couldn't fully make out. Jisk grasped at her and tried to yank her over to him, but Brietta stubbornly clung onto the beam and shook her head, refusing to budge.
Her left shoulder ached painfully from being dangled by it, but there was no serious damage, just a dislocation. Jisk yelled at Greyson angrily and began his descent. The rains and winds picked up, and Greyson moved closer to her so she could hear him. "Brietta, get your arse to tha'' ground! I won't let ye fall!" Brietta looked up at Greyson, staring at him with wide, terror-filled eyes. "Don't let meh die, Greyson!" He rolled his eyes and offered her his hand. Brietta stared at it for a moment before reaching out, grasping it with cold, numb fingers that felt heavy and awkward. His grip was tight, and the large man helped the girl up. His hands grasped her body to his, holding her, keeping her steady. She looked at him, her fear blatant when she had to descend. Greyson climbed down before her and tapped her leg, letting her know it was her turn to go down. They began to descend, and every time the wind picked up, Brietta froze in fear, clinging on for dear life. Her teeth chattered so hard that she felt as though her teeth would break, and her body was shaking violently enough that she felt her limbs ache.
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Brietta went to sleep after stowing her winnings and let sleep take her. She had been tired and frustrated, and she knew that if she stayed awake any longer, she would hunt down Markus and press herself on him. So, she went to bed…
… The violent ringing of the bell had Brietta rolling from her cot, her body slamming onto the floor roughly. The ship rocked, sending her rolling across the cabin floor. Gritting her teeth, Brietta hastily scrambled to her feet. She bolted out onto the deck, running to see what was happening. And it took half a second before she noticed the dark clouds rolling in. Her stomach did flips and twists, and she carefully went to the masts and climbed up with haste. She wanted to be off the deck. Men were thrown around as the ship was barraged by large waves. The winds were already whipping up roughly, and she felt unsteady for the first time in a long time. Brietta clung to the ropes tightly and climbed to the mizzenmast first. She fumbled with the knots, unraveling them, and the sail whipped out at full force, billowing out as it filled with wind. It dragged her forward, and Brietta dropped onto the beam, clutched tightly with her legs to keep herself from being dragged off and sent flying through the air.
She groaned in frustration and inched herself to the eyehook and wove the rope through it, tying it down so the mast did not billow out so much that it would fly free. She knotted it tightly and tugged the rope roughly, watching the knot carefully, ensuring that it would not budge. And it held wonderfully. Brietta climbed to her feet and traversed the beam, going to the other sails and repeating herself, opening each one as fast as she could without putting herself in danger. A few nasty gusts of wind nearly sent her toppling over, which would have sent her to her death, but the girl reacted quickly enough that she was safe. Her numb fingers clung to the ropes tightly. They were the only things keeping her alive at this point.
Brietta hastily returned to the deck, her legs shaking. She looked up at the sky repeatedly as she went to help the men tie everything down and supported everything that needed it. The waves were already rough, and the sea sprayed them repeatedly, making the girl shiver in the cool morning air. She was grateful that it wasn't raining yet.
She sent a silent prayer to the Mistress and tossed a gold coin from her pocket overboard as an offering, praying they would outrun the storm. But her prayer was futile and went unanswered. The clouds rolled in, catching up to them, even though the Vagrant sliced through the waves with ease. And Brietta knew it would be a bad storm when Markus ordered the sails to be taken down. She called for Jisk, and he came running. The pair climbed up into the masts, working together as they took down the main mast. It was rough and tedious work, but the pair got it done and rolled and dropped down to the deck to be secured. The second mast was harder, and Brietta slid and slipped a few times as the first droplets of rain hit, which only made the entire process harder.
The third was nearly impossible and took the longest. The pair weren't strong enough to do it alone, but they were too high up, the winds too loud for them to call for help. That and it wouldn't be safe for anyone to climb up, not with the rain pelting down. Brietta was drenched, her lips blue, and her teeth were chattering violently. She had lost the feeling in her hands and feet long ago.
The sail whipped in a sudden fierce gust of wind, and Brietta screamed as she felt her body pitch backward. The rope jerked in her hand, and her fingers weakly grasped at it as tightly as she could. But it wasn't fastened to anything. Brietta began to plummet towards her death. Even through the numbness, Brietta could feel her flesh searing as friction ripped it away and felt a sudden, painful jerk in her shoulder, making her shriek in pain. She weakly clung to the rope and looked up. Jisk was clinging to a rope, hanging on for dear life as he held her, keeping her from meeting Davy Jones.
The sail had dropped with her, too heavy with water, and slammed into the main deck, thankfully not hurting anyone or damaging anything seriously. It took out a railing before toppling into the waves. A few men shouted, pointing above, spotting Brietta dangling in the air, helpless. "Cap'n!"
"Jisk, don't let go!" Brietta yelled at him, terror in her voice, and she couldn't help but look down and screech in fear. "I won't lass! I'mma pull ye up!"
Brietta whimpered as she dangled helplessly, clutching him tightly, though she felt herself ever so slowly slipping. They were drenched, and she had no grip, no strength left in her hands. "JISK PULL!" Brietta screamed at him, her panic rising. She was going to fall, she was going to die here. Right now. "I'm tryin' lass!"
She felt him yank, felt herself rise just a bit. The girl looked up and saw another figure, a familiar face, as Greyson arrived. He had climbed up as fast as he was capable. He grabbed Jisk and pulled him. Jisk, safely anchored by Greyson, released the rope he had used to keep them both from falling and reached down with his free hand, grabbing Brietta's arm. The two men heaved, and she rose enough that she could grasp onto a beam. They pulled again, and Brietta hooked her leg over the beam and grasped it, lying across it, hugging it with all of her strength. Every muscle in her body was taught as adrenaline raced through her. She heaved, gasping for breath as she choked herself with laughter. She escaped death today.
Come lassie, let's go down!" Jisk had to shout to be heard over the whipping winds, and Brietta shook her head, panic welling inside her. "NO! I'll stay 'ere! I'll fall if I descend Jisk!" He growled and relayed her response to Greyson, who could not hear her, and the pair angrily shouted things that Brietta couldn't fully make out. Jisk grasped at her and tried to yank her over to him, but Brietta stubbornly clung onto the beam and shook her head, refusing to budge.
Her left shoulder ached painfully from being dangled by it, but there was no serious damage, just a dislocation. Jisk yelled at Greyson angrily and began his descent. The rains and winds picked up, and Greyson moved closer to her so she could hear him. "Brietta, get your arse to tha'' ground! I won't let ye fall!" Brietta looked up at Greyson, staring at him with wide, terror-filled eyes. "Don't let meh die, Greyson!" He rolled his eyes and offered her his hand. Brietta stared at it for a moment before reaching out, grasping it with cold, numb fingers that felt heavy and awkward. His grip was tight, and the large man helped the girl up. His hands grasped her body to his, holding her, keeping her steady. She looked at him, her fear blatant when she had to descend. Greyson climbed down before her and tapped her leg, letting her know it was her turn to go down. They began to descend, and every time the wind picked up, Brietta froze in fear, clinging on for dear life. Her teeth chattered so hard that she felt as though her teeth would break, and her body was shaking violently enough that she felt her limbs ache.
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