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Hey there! I'd love to write some stories with you, and I hope you feel like writing with me too.
I'm a very flexible writer, doing either gender or doing background characters to make a story happen. Honestly the story is my biggest priority when it comes to role play. I like to know what the general layout of the story is and what you're looking for. Surprises are not my favorite thing so I'll always be upfront with you on what I'm planning or if I have an idea to enhance the story. Should you decide to surprise me that's fine but I will say my writing is better when I'm not taken by surprise.
My schedule allows me to post daily and I am very patient when it comes to the other person posting. So long as you give me grace for not posting I'll give you grace. Real life comes first anyway.
My average words per post is in the three hundreds, so it can be more or less depending on what's going on in the roleplay at any given time. I try my best to paint a picture and provide you with something to work with. If you struggle matching that then that's fine, as long as you're trying. One liners aren't great to me.
Here's a sample of my reading so you have a sense of how I perform at any given time.
Thread 'Honor Thy Family'https://writerssanctum.com/threads/honor-thy-family.44447/
While I am very open minded in what I'll write, my one condition is very important. No child or infant deaths. It's fine if it's a background history for a character but if you bring it into the roleplay as an active thing, I will bail on our thread and think very carefully on whether or not to block you. My peace is very important to me and I'll respect your peace in turn, thank you.
Please send me a PM if you wish to partake in either one of these stories below or one you've come up with thank you.
Story idea: The city of Virtus is a shining example of righteousness, policed by a force of paladins many believed to be immortal, until today. A paladin has been found dead, and rumors are flying about who did it and why.
What's your part in this story?
(High fantasy magitech aesthetic, content rating subject to change based on agreed upon parameters.)
Story idea: You have been hired to work at the home of a reclusive billionaire. The benefits are too good to ignore, but there are two conditions that strike you as strange. No cell phones and no bibles.
What's your part in this story?
(Modern aesthetic + to be negotiated before hand, content rating subject to change based on agreed upon parameters.)
Story Idea: You've crash landed on a rimworld with several others after a catastrophic failure occurred on the ship you were on. It's up to you and your fellow survivors to rebuild and brave the dangers to come.
What's your part in this story?
(Science fiction survival aesthetic, content rating subject to changed based on agreed upon parameters.)
Character Idea:
I'm a very flexible writer, doing either gender or doing background characters to make a story happen. Honestly the story is my biggest priority when it comes to role play. I like to know what the general layout of the story is and what you're looking for. Surprises are not my favorite thing so I'll always be upfront with you on what I'm planning or if I have an idea to enhance the story. Should you decide to surprise me that's fine but I will say my writing is better when I'm not taken by surprise.
My schedule allows me to post daily and I am very patient when it comes to the other person posting. So long as you give me grace for not posting I'll give you grace. Real life comes first anyway.
My average words per post is in the three hundreds, so it can be more or less depending on what's going on in the roleplay at any given time. I try my best to paint a picture and provide you with something to work with. If you struggle matching that then that's fine, as long as you're trying. One liners aren't great to me.
Here's a sample of my reading so you have a sense of how I perform at any given time.
Thread 'Honor Thy Family'https://writerssanctum.com/threads/honor-thy-family.44447/
While I am very open minded in what I'll write, my one condition is very important. No child or infant deaths. It's fine if it's a background history for a character but if you bring it into the roleplay as an active thing, I will bail on our thread and think very carefully on whether or not to block you. My peace is very important to me and I'll respect your peace in turn, thank you.
Please send me a PM if you wish to partake in either one of these stories below or one you've come up with thank you.
Story idea: The city of Virtus is a shining example of righteousness, policed by a force of paladins many believed to be immortal, until today. A paladin has been found dead, and rumors are flying about who did it and why.
What's your part in this story?
(High fantasy magitech aesthetic, content rating subject to change based on agreed upon parameters.)
Story idea: You have been hired to work at the home of a reclusive billionaire. The benefits are too good to ignore, but there are two conditions that strike you as strange. No cell phones and no bibles.
What's your part in this story?
(Modern aesthetic + to be negotiated before hand, content rating subject to change based on agreed upon parameters.)
Story Idea: You've crash landed on a rimworld with several others after a catastrophic failure occurred on the ship you were on. It's up to you and your fellow survivors to rebuild and brave the dangers to come.
What's your part in this story?
(Science fiction survival aesthetic, content rating subject to changed based on agreed upon parameters.)
Character Idea:
Täuschung and Lügen
They are twins, or so they tell anyone who asks. Nobody knows how they get into the high class parties, and nobody seems to care.
What do they look like? Nobody knows. When they show up they're always wearing these big dresses, white porcelain masks, and crazy wigs that cover every inch of them. Of course nobody questions it, and the twins always respond with some kind of chemical accident or fire that burned up every inch of their bodies.
Ya wanna know what the worst part is? They're always the life of the party. Everyone always wants to talk to them, laugh at their jokes and all that. I tried to trip them up once, cause my specialty is collecting old manuscripts that no one's ever heard of, and I've never met a single person that knows as much as me. So I go over to them and start talking to them about people like Anne Bradstreet and Thomas Traherne, wonderful artists that never got their fair credit. These freaks not only knew about them, they started throwing out facts I never heard before. Hell they even claimed to have original manuscripts from Henry Vaughan himself! That's when I started digging into who they are, and I realized something…unnatural about them.
I've talked to a lot of people who have been to parties with the twins. They all say the same thing about them, except for two things. For one they never wear the same dress twice, so they gotta have lots of money, and two people can't quite seem to agree on how tall they are. It ranges from five feet tall to seven feet. Can you imagine that? Some giant freak dressed up like they're French nobility before the guillotines started being put together? So anyway, I saw them at another party and decided I was gonna see who they really were.
At that time they must have been about five foot three cause I was a head taller than them. So while they're chatting up actual ambassadors in their native tongue, I reach for one of their masks while I was behind them. Before I knew it she had my wrist in the tightest hold I had ever felt in my life. Actual bones were cracking, and I was straight up yelling for my life. Did anyone care? Of course not, they were all so enraptured with the two of them nobody noticed me. So for an entire half hour I was forced to stand behind them, with no amount of screaming or begging or crying making anyone notice me. Just when I thought I was going to pass out from the pain, they let me go, and suffice to say I ended up as a heap on the ground. That's when one of them looked down at me and said.
"See you soon, Mr. Wissau."
That's gotta be enough to have them arrested right? They assaulted me and then threatened me! Please you…you have to do something. All right, all right, thank you.
They are twins, or so they tell anyone who asks. Nobody knows how they get into the high class parties, and nobody seems to care.
What do they look like? Nobody knows. When they show up they're always wearing these big dresses, white porcelain masks, and crazy wigs that cover every inch of them. Of course nobody questions it, and the twins always respond with some kind of chemical accident or fire that burned up every inch of their bodies.
Ya wanna know what the worst part is? They're always the life of the party. Everyone always wants to talk to them, laugh at their jokes and all that. I tried to trip them up once, cause my specialty is collecting old manuscripts that no one's ever heard of, and I've never met a single person that knows as much as me. So I go over to them and start talking to them about people like Anne Bradstreet and Thomas Traherne, wonderful artists that never got their fair credit. These freaks not only knew about them, they started throwing out facts I never heard before. Hell they even claimed to have original manuscripts from Henry Vaughan himself! That's when I started digging into who they are, and I realized something…unnatural about them.
I've talked to a lot of people who have been to parties with the twins. They all say the same thing about them, except for two things. For one they never wear the same dress twice, so they gotta have lots of money, and two people can't quite seem to agree on how tall they are. It ranges from five feet tall to seven feet. Can you imagine that? Some giant freak dressed up like they're French nobility before the guillotines started being put together? So anyway, I saw them at another party and decided I was gonna see who they really were.
At that time they must have been about five foot three cause I was a head taller than them. So while they're chatting up actual ambassadors in their native tongue, I reach for one of their masks while I was behind them. Before I knew it she had my wrist in the tightest hold I had ever felt in my life. Actual bones were cracking, and I was straight up yelling for my life. Did anyone care? Of course not, they were all so enraptured with the two of them nobody noticed me. So for an entire half hour I was forced to stand behind them, with no amount of screaming or begging or crying making anyone notice me. Just when I thought I was going to pass out from the pain, they let me go, and suffice to say I ended up as a heap on the ground. That's when one of them looked down at me and said.
"See you soon, Mr. Wissau."
That's gotta be enough to have them arrested right? They assaulted me and then threatened me! Please you…you have to do something. All right, all right, thank you.
- Henry Wissau, hours before perishing in an unfortunate house fire
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