SoullessDemonHey there! I'm Soul, and I'm currently seeking partners looking to RP angst, drama and romance.
I'm generally very literate, but this can vary depending on my partner.
MxF main roles only, please! I only play female mains, but can definitely play other supporting characters.
All of my RolePlays contain romance.
I am seeking someone who:
- Is literate, with adequate grammar and no text-speech.
- Can play a male main, but is versatile in supporting characters, also.
- Does not ghost. If you're losing interest or don't have the time, we can negotiate. Just please let me know if you're no longer interested! I will do the same.
- Can bear with me. I don't always have the time for an immediate response - I am quite busy! Replies shouldn't take any more than a week, but you also may even receive multiple in a day.
Topics
- I don't particularly have any active triggers. Things like drugs, alcoholism, eating disorders, abuse, and so on are all topics which I am happy to negotiate on.
- I have a few topics of interest listed, however I am definitely open to more so feel free to suggest.
CRAVING
Siren/Mermaid X Pirate/Fisherman etc
Siren/Mermaid X Pirate/Fisherman etc
- Sister X Brothers Best Friend
- Supernatural Creatures
- Arranged Marriages
- College Slice of Life
- Enemies to Lovers
- Royalty and Poverty (e.g. Princess X Guard)
Writing Sample
The sun, which had already risen high in the sky as morning awakened, seemed to vanish beneath the cover of the clouds above, leaving the quiet village only dimly lit. Candles from the night before were still lit in the windows of the small wooden homes that sat in neat rows on the beach, arranged perfectly like matchsticks in a box. Mother's and fathers had long since risen from their warm beds, and children raced excitedly about - as always, up to no good; stealing baked goods with bright, sugar-coated grins, and chasing each other about as they squealed and giggled.
People went about their daily chores, the quiet morning bustle gradually amplifying as people opened market stalls and stores, beginning their days work. Life in Aiphura was a simple one, a safe one. The children had never known starvation or war of any kind, and never had they been subject to the terror of the creatures that they heard of in stories whispered between friends on a dark night, lit only with a lantern. It was a rare occurrence that the elves came into contact with any other sort of creature they viewed as frightening. Especially humans. Elves were transcendent. Humans acted on instinct and desire, consistently making irrational decisions. Elves were careful. Calculated. Thoughtful. Humans were impulsive and clumsy. Yet, even in such a dream-like place, there was unrest that morning. Men stopped in their tracks as the royal guards, clad in their armours, marched upon the tiled streets within the village. Their rhythmic footsteps quickly alerted the villagers to their presence. Within moments, people began to rush from their homes to see what the commotion was about. They were not disappointed.
Within those quaint homes, mother's clung infants close to their chests, shock stinging their eyes. Fathers bit down on their lips, fists clenching into balls. The men that had just docked, the human men, were nothing like them. The reactions of the elves only strengthened that. Immediately, children rushed to their parents, clinging to their legs with widened eyes - gases fearful as they watched the round-eared people. While they watched the men, their little hands came up to lightly touch their own, pointed ears, a look of pure wonder, yet pure terror written all over their youthful faces. Humans were something they had only heard of in stories. They so seldom came here, that their presence in their home had become mere urban legend. To see them here was clearly a shock for all those who watched them march by. It wasn't unheard of, but it wasn't a regular occurrence either. And never were they escorted by the royal guards.
In the distance, the palace loomed, tall and grand, and yet hardly foreboding. It was an astonishing sight, even without the sun shining upon it. Polished, spotless marble created the entire structure, and was carved with ornate, intricate foliage that seemed to scale slowly up the building. Even in the overcast weather, various lanterns could be seen from down in the village, illuminating the opulent structure entirely. The hemispherical tops of the dome-shaped rooftops seemed to be made of glass, which, on a sunny day, would have lit the entire palace from the inside out. Various towers extended from all sides of the main dome, topped with their own little glass domes. The entirety of the marble was embellished with glittering silvers and golds, and the windows consisted of intricate, hand-painted stained glasses.
An abundance of bright foliage and towering trees surrounded the palace, and yet they did little to detract from the sheer scale of the building. Surrounding the gardens, the palace resided in the centre of a water body, waterfalls gushing from each side. Extending from the front of the palace, there was a huge stone bridge, and at the end of that bridge, there were glittering, gold, ornately carved gates surrounding the entire palace residence. It truly was an inconceivable sight.
People went about their daily chores, the quiet morning bustle gradually amplifying as people opened market stalls and stores, beginning their days work. Life in Aiphura was a simple one, a safe one. The children had never known starvation or war of any kind, and never had they been subject to the terror of the creatures that they heard of in stories whispered between friends on a dark night, lit only with a lantern. It was a rare occurrence that the elves came into contact with any other sort of creature they viewed as frightening. Especially humans. Elves were transcendent. Humans acted on instinct and desire, consistently making irrational decisions. Elves were careful. Calculated. Thoughtful. Humans were impulsive and clumsy. Yet, even in such a dream-like place, there was unrest that morning. Men stopped in their tracks as the royal guards, clad in their armours, marched upon the tiled streets within the village. Their rhythmic footsteps quickly alerted the villagers to their presence. Within moments, people began to rush from their homes to see what the commotion was about. They were not disappointed.
Within those quaint homes, mother's clung infants close to their chests, shock stinging their eyes. Fathers bit down on their lips, fists clenching into balls. The men that had just docked, the human men, were nothing like them. The reactions of the elves only strengthened that. Immediately, children rushed to their parents, clinging to their legs with widened eyes - gases fearful as they watched the round-eared people. While they watched the men, their little hands came up to lightly touch their own, pointed ears, a look of pure wonder, yet pure terror written all over their youthful faces. Humans were something they had only heard of in stories. They so seldom came here, that their presence in their home had become mere urban legend. To see them here was clearly a shock for all those who watched them march by. It wasn't unheard of, but it wasn't a regular occurrence either. And never were they escorted by the royal guards.
In the distance, the palace loomed, tall and grand, and yet hardly foreboding. It was an astonishing sight, even without the sun shining upon it. Polished, spotless marble created the entire structure, and was carved with ornate, intricate foliage that seemed to scale slowly up the building. Even in the overcast weather, various lanterns could be seen from down in the village, illuminating the opulent structure entirely. The hemispherical tops of the dome-shaped rooftops seemed to be made of glass, which, on a sunny day, would have lit the entire palace from the inside out. Various towers extended from all sides of the main dome, topped with their own little glass domes. The entirety of the marble was embellished with glittering silvers and golds, and the windows consisted of intricate, hand-painted stained glasses.
An abundance of bright foliage and towering trees surrounded the palace, and yet they did little to detract from the sheer scale of the building. Surrounding the gardens, the palace resided in the centre of a water body, waterfalls gushing from each side. Extending from the front of the palace, there was a huge stone bridge, and at the end of that bridge, there were glittering, gold, ornately carved gates surrounding the entire palace residence. It truly was an inconceivable sight.
**
Within the palace, the elven princess had only just begun to rouse as she shifted within the ornate canopy bed with a soft sigh. She loved nature. But she loved so much more to awaken to sunlight streaming down upon her form through the glass dome above than to the dark, overcast sight she awoke to that morning. She lay there quietly for a few long moments, merely gazing up into the clouds, before she finally pushed herself into a sitting position. Brushing aside the curtains that framed her bed, she smiled at the sight of her Lady In Waiting, Avery, already stepping into her room with a plate of freshly baked pastries and fruits. Watching her settle the tray on her vanity by the window, Siofra smiled. "Thank you, Avery", she hummed as she slid on her robe, before moving to sit on the chair settled before the mirror.
Avery jolted in surprise, before a delighted smile found the woman's lips as she laughed. "Oh, Princess! You're already awake.. I hope I didn't keep you waiting", she woman smiled, only earning a simple shake of the woman's head. "Of course not. You're always perfectly on time." Avery paused to give her shoulder a motherly, grateful pat, before she turned to begin organising her dress for the day. Once she was satisfied with her choice; which, she seemed to take much longer than usual to make, the woman returned to stand behind Siofra's chair. There, she began to quietly work on brushing and intricately braiding her long copper hair into an up-do.
"Is there something important today, Avery? You seemed to take an awful long time choosing that dress..." she grinned, a tiny glimmer of teasing amusement in the Princesses expression, which earned her a gentle chuckle. "My Dear, I can't tell you... But know that you should prepare yourself well. And not only visually..." the woman trailed off, sending her a pointed glance as she gently tapped her head, glancing at her face in the mirror of her vanity. "Your father has organised you some... Visitors."
Within the palace, the elven princess had only just begun to rouse as she shifted within the ornate canopy bed with a soft sigh. She loved nature. But she loved so much more to awaken to sunlight streaming down upon her form through the glass dome above than to the dark, overcast sight she awoke to that morning. She lay there quietly for a few long moments, merely gazing up into the clouds, before she finally pushed herself into a sitting position. Brushing aside the curtains that framed her bed, she smiled at the sight of her Lady In Waiting, Avery, already stepping into her room with a plate of freshly baked pastries and fruits. Watching her settle the tray on her vanity by the window, Siofra smiled. "Thank you, Avery", she hummed as she slid on her robe, before moving to sit on the chair settled before the mirror.
Avery jolted in surprise, before a delighted smile found the woman's lips as she laughed. "Oh, Princess! You're already awake.. I hope I didn't keep you waiting", she woman smiled, only earning a simple shake of the woman's head. "Of course not. You're always perfectly on time." Avery paused to give her shoulder a motherly, grateful pat, before she turned to begin organising her dress for the day. Once she was satisfied with her choice; which, she seemed to take much longer than usual to make, the woman returned to stand behind Siofra's chair. There, she began to quietly work on brushing and intricately braiding her long copper hair into an up-do.
"Is there something important today, Avery? You seemed to take an awful long time choosing that dress..." she grinned, a tiny glimmer of teasing amusement in the Princesses expression, which earned her a gentle chuckle. "My Dear, I can't tell you... But know that you should prepare yourself well. And not only visually..." the woman trailed off, sending her a pointed glance as she gently tapped her head, glancing at her face in the mirror of her vanity. "Your father has organised you some... Visitors."
A soft laugh escaped Ophelia as Lucien's words wove around her, a warmth blooming within her chest. His gaze held a depth that pulled her in, those steel-gray eyes always managing to unravel her. His touch was tender, a stray wisp of her hair finding its place behind her ear under his guidance.
"I never stopped thinking of you, either," she confessed, her voice a gentle murmur, fingers threading through his hair with a delicate touch. It was a truth she held close, one that had seeped into her every thought since that first encounter at the auction. The evolution of their connection, from concern to curiosity, had transformed into something she couldn't quite articulate—a blend of emotions that danced between euphoria and uncertainty.
Her whispered words hung in the air, accompanied by the tender exploration of their intimacy. Lucien's response, a low growl, sent ripples of excitement through her, urging her heart to beat faster. His hunger for her was palpable, and as his lips met hers once more, she surrendered willingly, matching his eagerness with her own.
As Lucien buried himself in her neck, Ophelia's breath hitched, a gasp escaping her lips. Her body arched involuntarily, offering a silent invitation, a testament to the pleasure his touch urged within her. The sensation of his growl reverberated through her. She responded eagerly, her fingers entwined in his hair, a soft tug expressing her longing for more.
She traced his features with gentle kisses, savouring each moment, each contact, as if etching the memory into her soul. In his embrace, she found solace from the shadows that loomed over their world, a haven where worries melted away. His whispered admission echoed her own feelings, a sense of unworthiness mingled with gratitude for having him. "You deserve everything", she whispered, silencing any potential arguments with a soft kiss.
The mortal-vampire connection between them was unconventional, but the pleasure she derived from his touch transcended anything else. Her gasps were not of fear but of delight, a rare symphony that played between them. His closeness ignited an internal fire, spreading warmth wherever their bodies met, an insatiable yearning lingering within her.
Their union shared an intensity that defied the boundaries of their worlds. In Lucien's embrace, Ophelia found a sanctuary—a place where their desires intermingled, and time stood still, allowing them to revel in the boundless depth of their connection. It wasn't much longer before her hands led Lucien to lie on his back, the woman remaining straddled over his waist, and her lips never leaving his.
"I never stopped thinking of you, either," she confessed, her voice a gentle murmur, fingers threading through his hair with a delicate touch. It was a truth she held close, one that had seeped into her every thought since that first encounter at the auction. The evolution of their connection, from concern to curiosity, had transformed into something she couldn't quite articulate—a blend of emotions that danced between euphoria and uncertainty.
Her whispered words hung in the air, accompanied by the tender exploration of their intimacy. Lucien's response, a low growl, sent ripples of excitement through her, urging her heart to beat faster. His hunger for her was palpable, and as his lips met hers once more, she surrendered willingly, matching his eagerness with her own.
As Lucien buried himself in her neck, Ophelia's breath hitched, a gasp escaping her lips. Her body arched involuntarily, offering a silent invitation, a testament to the pleasure his touch urged within her. The sensation of his growl reverberated through her. She responded eagerly, her fingers entwined in his hair, a soft tug expressing her longing for more.
She traced his features with gentle kisses, savouring each moment, each contact, as if etching the memory into her soul. In his embrace, she found solace from the shadows that loomed over their world, a haven where worries melted away. His whispered admission echoed her own feelings, a sense of unworthiness mingled with gratitude for having him. "You deserve everything", she whispered, silencing any potential arguments with a soft kiss.
The mortal-vampire connection between them was unconventional, but the pleasure she derived from his touch transcended anything else. Her gasps were not of fear but of delight, a rare symphony that played between them. His closeness ignited an internal fire, spreading warmth wherever their bodies met, an insatiable yearning lingering within her.
Their union shared an intensity that defied the boundaries of their worlds. In Lucien's embrace, Ophelia found a sanctuary—a place where their desires intermingled, and time stood still, allowing them to revel in the boundless depth of their connection. It wasn't much longer before her hands led Lucien to lie on his back, the woman remaining straddled over his waist, and her lips never leaving his.
Thanks for reading!
-Soul
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