Lonely_Scrivener
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Hello there!
I hope you all are having a wonderful day, and if not I hope does indeed get better. I am the Lonely Scrivener, and I have be casually RPing for a good 5-6 years. I've been employing role-play not only as a means to connect with other writers, but hopefully enhance my writing and creative process. What I adore about Role-playing is not only the dynamic that arises from two (or more) individuals hashing out a story, but also the creative inspiration that I, and i'm sure many others gain from the interaction. Personal composition is great in it's own right, but having another breathing soul on the other end complete the train tracks with you is a fantastic feeling that if done with care only enhances one's creative vision, at least in my opinion. In regards to how I write, I often find myself drawn to world building and character crafting, though unfortunately sometimes at the slight expense of narrative or overall themes. Though that's why I'm here isn't it? To see us have a good time and hopefully learn something from it. I do hope something catches your interest.
Criteria
· At least a paragraph and a half or around that, unless we're doing an intense scene. I'd also prefer third person, but I am open to first person as long as we talk about it before hand. I'm not going to be real strict about this as long you put in the effort.
· Please use proper grammar, and be as literate as you can.
· Communicate, communicate, communicate. Tell me what's going on. If you can't make a response in timely manner, tell me why, let's work it out. Same goes for everything else. If I'm doing some that Irks you, tell me what it is, again we'll work it out. I don't bite...least i try not to...
· Commitment and consistence. Let's try and post about a minimum of once per week, if not more. Again, I'm not going to lose my mind if you can't, just tell me what's going on so wecan adjust accordingly.
· I tend to play male and occasional female characters with heterosexual pairings (in a romantic context of course).
· Concerning sex. I'm okay wliterate sex scenes as long they fit and flow with the story when it permits, not going to RP solely for smut. Now I am open to erotic one-shots or Rp's built around erotic themes, but I can't do a smut fest, sorry. I'm sure you all have heard that a bunch by now. Regarding preferences, talk about it with me when you PM a RP request. I'm flexible and cool with almost anything.
Pairings, Plots, and Setting (currently being developed)
writing sample:
I hope you all are having a wonderful day, and if not I hope does indeed get better. I am the Lonely Scrivener, and I have be casually RPing for a good 5-6 years. I've been employing role-play not only as a means to connect with other writers, but hopefully enhance my writing and creative process. What I adore about Role-playing is not only the dynamic that arises from two (or more) individuals hashing out a story, but also the creative inspiration that I, and i'm sure many others gain from the interaction. Personal composition is great in it's own right, but having another breathing soul on the other end complete the train tracks with you is a fantastic feeling that if done with care only enhances one's creative vision, at least in my opinion. In regards to how I write, I often find myself drawn to world building and character crafting, though unfortunately sometimes at the slight expense of narrative or overall themes. Though that's why I'm here isn't it? To see us have a good time and hopefully learn something from it. I do hope something catches your interest.
Criteria
· At least a paragraph and a half or around that, unless we're doing an intense scene. I'd also prefer third person, but I am open to first person as long as we talk about it before hand. I'm not going to be real strict about this as long you put in the effort.
· Please use proper grammar, and be as literate as you can.
· Communicate, communicate, communicate. Tell me what's going on. If you can't make a response in timely manner, tell me why, let's work it out. Same goes for everything else. If I'm doing some that Irks you, tell me what it is, again we'll work it out. I don't bite...least i try not to...
· Commitment and consistence. Let's try and post about a minimum of once per week, if not more. Again, I'm not going to lose my mind if you can't, just tell me what's going on so wecan adjust accordingly.
· I tend to play male and occasional female characters with heterosexual pairings (in a romantic context of course).
· Concerning sex. I'm okay wliterate sex scenes as long they fit and flow with the story when it permits, not going to RP solely for smut. Now I am open to erotic one-shots or Rp's built around erotic themes, but I can't do a smut fest, sorry. I'm sure you all have heard that a bunch by now. Regarding preferences, talk about it with me when you PM a RP request. I'm flexible and cool with almost anything.
Pairings, Plots, and Setting (currently being developed)
writing sample:
Thaconia jolted slightly at the autumn breeze that seemed to seemingly manifest from nowhere, tousling her violet gown and golden locks in tandem, as jade irises flicked about the flame hued wood, failing to recognize, where she was, nor how she arrived there. Her mouth parted, yet nothing but a nervous breath escaped her throat, as her legs began to carry her over the carpet of dead leaves and twigs, quite unsure of where she was going, but confident in her discretion. the young royal continued under the evening sky, crawling around and between pale white trunks as she followed the urge that inexplicably led her through this strange place. In addition to the lack of fauna that would ordinarily populate a forest of such grandeur, time seemed to have been grasped firmly by the throat, that is it was rendered impotent and infirm. Of course the young princess of Meves had experienced similar sensations in the late summer after-noons and the serene winter mid nights, where the hours had seemingly become congealed, yet this was sinisterly foreign. Thaconia felt not a moment older than when she originally became privy to the wood she now inhabited. It was not just her perception, the flow time had indeed stopped, or rather it did not exist in this place. "Tis but a feverish dream...Gods, let this just be a dream..." she prayed to herself, she was beginning to recognize, that while she was indeed, "not awake", this was anything but a dream... maybe more akin to a nightmare, yet even then that would be an injustice. Once she came upon the fissure, roughly her height and girth, hewn into to a stoic wall of rock at the bottom of a knoll, did she realize, she had not been driven her own thoughts, but rather voices...and none of which where hers'...
As Thaconia crawled into the crevice, her own mind, repressed by foreign inner monologues, fought for what was left of her mind's sovereignty, her body pincer-ed by cold stones, occasionally raking her soft rose-beige flesh. Hot shallow breaths quickly came back as chilled breezes as they hit the walls,her soles sore, her arms red with feint welts from what felt like a hellishly long shimmy, the whispers now hushed stern tones, almost as if she was being scolded, looked down upon, her very being regarded as insignificant. She had almost resolved herself to turn back back before a weary sole landed upon lower than grade, and squealed as her weight pulled her out from the corridor and onto the cold, damp cavern floor. The She-elf gave a small whimper before pushing herself back onto her feet and resumed her regale composure, despite the fear that slithered through her veins. Almost before she could even look around, her nostrils were immediately assaulted by the stale, dank air...and the smell of rotting flesh. The voices had now grown into growls.
As Thaconia crawled into the crevice, her own mind, repressed by foreign inner monologues, fought for what was left of her mind's sovereignty, her body pincer-ed by cold stones, occasionally raking her soft rose-beige flesh. Hot shallow breaths quickly came back as chilled breezes as they hit the walls,her soles sore, her arms red with feint welts from what felt like a hellishly long shimmy, the whispers now hushed stern tones, almost as if she was being scolded, looked down upon, her very being regarded as insignificant. She had almost resolved herself to turn back back before a weary sole landed upon lower than grade, and squealed as her weight pulled her out from the corridor and onto the cold, damp cavern floor. The She-elf gave a small whimper before pushing herself back onto her feet and resumed her regale composure, despite the fear that slithered through her veins. Almost before she could even look around, her nostrils were immediately assaulted by the stale, dank air...and the smell of rotting flesh. The voices had now grown into growls.
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