sleepywolf87
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Hey everyone, SleepyWolf here. 'm new to this site. Looking to start a couple of rps with a few select partners. Below you'll find the starting post, please don't reply here. If this catches your eye, send me a dm and we can discuss how to move forward.
I'm looking for smut and adventure, I'd say 50/50. Literacy is important to me, proper grammar, punctuation, and all that Jazz.
I absolutely love sci-fi. Space, the endless ocean of stars, and the beautiful ships that sail out amongst them.
Also, continuity is a must. If your character is shot in the leg, it needs to be dealt with. Nothing bothers me more than someone taking an injury and then forgetting about it a few posts later.
Anywho, if you're interested, drop me a dm!
Name: Cain Darksun
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 28 Terran Years
Orientation: Straight
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 200lbs
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Conceived on a luxury star-cruiser. Born on a private Horizon class star yacht. Cain Darksun was born to be in space. He loved it, everything about it. The endless ocean that expanded forever in every direction.
Cain came from a wealthy family, his parents made their fortune exploiting innocent people on back-water mining colonies spread through-out the outer rim of the Milky Way.
He grew up having anything he ever wanted. But the older he got, the more he learned, the more he realized this life didn't matter. He had a means to freedom. Actual freedom.
He stole a large sum of money from his parents, bought himself a decent sized combat ship, outfitted it for smuggling, and never looked back.
He's spent the last ten years smuggling contraband system to system, and slowly pissing away the small fortune he stole from his parents. It was time for Cain to get serious, he needed to expand his operations and put a little more heart into it...
Cain was lounging in the pilot's seat, staring off into the black abyss, when one of his displays chimed and scrolled a quick message in orange font.
LOW FUEL
"Better make a pit stop..." He said to himself, and then charted a course for the closet inhabited system. He landed at a remote mining colony, on a moon not worth mentioning, around a star no one had ever heard of.
The colony had very few amenities, fuel being one of them. The other was a local bar. Not a bad place for him to grab a drink, relax for a minute, and maybe find a replacement for his last partner, who may or may not be drifting around the star HR 5062.
Cain entered the dark and cramped bar. It smelled terrible. It was full of real winners.
He sighed, then took an empty seat at the bar, dropped a few credsticks on the bar top, and ordered a drink.
As he waited for the old man behind the bar to collect his payment and pour his drink, he glanced around the bar.
"What a bunch..." he said to himself quietly.
I'm looking for smut and adventure, I'd say 50/50. Literacy is important to me, proper grammar, punctuation, and all that Jazz.
I absolutely love sci-fi. Space, the endless ocean of stars, and the beautiful ships that sail out amongst them.
Also, continuity is a must. If your character is shot in the leg, it needs to be dealt with. Nothing bothers me more than someone taking an injury and then forgetting about it a few posts later.
Anywho, if you're interested, drop me a dm!
Name: Cain Darksun
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 28 Terran Years
Orientation: Straight
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 200lbs
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Conceived on a luxury star-cruiser. Born on a private Horizon class star yacht. Cain Darksun was born to be in space. He loved it, everything about it. The endless ocean that expanded forever in every direction.
Cain came from a wealthy family, his parents made their fortune exploiting innocent people on back-water mining colonies spread through-out the outer rim of the Milky Way.
He grew up having anything he ever wanted. But the older he got, the more he learned, the more he realized this life didn't matter. He had a means to freedom. Actual freedom.
He stole a large sum of money from his parents, bought himself a decent sized combat ship, outfitted it for smuggling, and never looked back.
He's spent the last ten years smuggling contraband system to system, and slowly pissing away the small fortune he stole from his parents. It was time for Cain to get serious, he needed to expand his operations and put a little more heart into it...
Cain was lounging in the pilot's seat, staring off into the black abyss, when one of his displays chimed and scrolled a quick message in orange font.
LOW FUEL
"Better make a pit stop..." He said to himself, and then charted a course for the closet inhabited system. He landed at a remote mining colony, on a moon not worth mentioning, around a star no one had ever heard of.
The colony had very few amenities, fuel being one of them. The other was a local bar. Not a bad place for him to grab a drink, relax for a minute, and maybe find a replacement for his last partner, who may or may not be drifting around the star HR 5062.
Cain entered the dark and cramped bar. It smelled terrible. It was full of real winners.
He sighed, then took an empty seat at the bar, dropped a few credsticks on the bar top, and ordered a drink.
As he waited for the old man behind the bar to collect his payment and pour his drink, he glanced around the bar.
"What a bunch..." he said to himself quietly.