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Hi, I'm Cori! I've been here a long time and roleplayed even longer. I can sometimes be sparse dues to being chronically ill but ideally I could write till the sun comes up! I love drama, violence, and darker themes.
At the moment my writing speed is about a reply every 1-3 days after setup, but I'm trying to do more often. I have been dropping out for a week or so often due to symptom flares, unfortunately. I'm learning to read myself better so I can give heads ups. My preferred length is around 2-4 paragraphs, especially since shorter replies make it easier for me to write through brain fog, though we can write a shit ton if you want.
I love violence, as said above! There's just about nothing that can be done to make me uncomfortable. Just stay away from paraphilias and we're good!
No fandoms. I'm good with being suggested other plots but only original character ones. Anything with monsters or killers will probably be loved by me!
I'm craving monster roles atm. Subs or doms, I'm not picky, though I'm craving a sub role or two. My kinks are noncon, drugging, blackmail/coercion/threats, bondage, crossdressing (especially forced), sensory play, breath play, marking (branding, scarring, biting, etc), piercing, gangbang or forced to fuck someone/something while the other watches or aids, sex toys, and orgasm denial. Basically I just love power imbalance. Boundaries are play with bodily waste, pet play, paraphilias, and inflation.
At the moment my writing speed is about a reply every 1-3 days after setup, but I'm trying to do more often. I have been dropping out for a week or so often due to symptom flares, unfortunately. I'm learning to read myself better so I can give heads ups. My preferred length is around 2-4 paragraphs, especially since shorter replies make it easier for me to write through brain fog, though we can write a shit ton if you want.
I love violence, as said above! There's just about nothing that can be done to make me uncomfortable. Just stay away from paraphilias and we're good!
No fandoms. I'm good with being suggested other plots but only original character ones. Anything with monsters or killers will probably be loved by me!
I'm craving monster roles atm. Subs or doms, I'm not picky, though I'm craving a sub role or two. My kinks are noncon, drugging, blackmail/coercion/threats, bondage, crossdressing (especially forced), sensory play, breath play, marking (branding, scarring, biting, etc), piercing, gangbang or forced to fuck someone/something while the other watches or aids, sex toys, and orgasm denial. Basically I just love power imbalance. Boundaries are play with bodily waste, pet play, paraphilias, and inflation.
•I want to play the harpy
Little is known about harpies. They nest far from human civilization, under heavy cover and guard. They migrate with birds, though said migrations can rarely be tracked for they're smart enough to never go the same route twice in a row. Their diet is varied, with occasional reports of sightings of individuals catching fish or swooping down on fruiting trees, likely similar to early humans though it's mostly speculation. Language is assumed, though confirmation of it is widely regarded as only rumored and has never been translated. That is to say: they're an enigma every biologist is intrigued by. The one thing that's known for certain, without any doubt or exception, is that they're social. Flocks as big as thirty have been reported, never under five.
Secretive, skittish, territorial, social: all of this made it all the odder when a camp ground shut down because of a harpy report. It'd been known to happen once or twice that a new camp ground unknowingly intruded on harpy territory and was violently reclaimed, but this wasn't that kind of situation. The camp ground was old. The harpy was alone. Alone, that was, save for an egg.
The camp ground closed to give the harpy enough time for the egg to hatch. It never did. It rotted, and the harpy left only long enough to dispose of it and return with more nesting material. The harpy laid another egg, and the camp stayed closed. One egg turned to two, two turned to five, and the harpy dedicated to an infertile nest grew malnourished from the toll it took on a body he was too busy to feed. For concern of the monster's health, a wildlife sanctuary was called.
Little is known about harpies. They nest far from human civilization, under heavy cover and guard. They migrate with birds, though said migrations can rarely be tracked for they're smart enough to never go the same route twice in a row. Their diet is varied, with occasional reports of sightings of individuals catching fish or swooping down on fruiting trees, likely similar to early humans though it's mostly speculation. Language is assumed, though confirmation of it is widely regarded as only rumored and has never been translated. That is to say: they're an enigma every biologist is intrigued by. The one thing that's known for certain, without any doubt or exception, is that they're social. Flocks as big as thirty have been reported, never under five.
Secretive, skittish, territorial, social: all of this made it all the odder when a camp ground shut down because of a harpy report. It'd been known to happen once or twice that a new camp ground unknowingly intruded on harpy territory and was violently reclaimed, but this wasn't that kind of situation. The camp ground was old. The harpy was alone. Alone, that was, save for an egg.
The camp ground closed to give the harpy enough time for the egg to hatch. It never did. It rotted, and the harpy left only long enough to dispose of it and return with more nesting material. The harpy laid another egg, and the camp stayed closed. One egg turned to two, two turned to five, and the harpy dedicated to an infertile nest grew malnourished from the toll it took on a body he was too busy to feed. For concern of the monster's health, a wildlife sanctuary was called.
In a world where super powers are common, there's always a downside. Fliers need special suits to steer and prevent themselves from just spinning and bumbling about uncontrollably. Repeated use of laser eyes damage the sight slowly over time.
Muse A? Well, he was a successful thief who could turn invisible. The downside? It didn't work on clothes, of course. It was embarrassing at first, but he got comfortable with taking advantage of his powers very quickly.
His most recent target was a rich guy that was powerless, or at least he assumed that. The guy was nothing special: in fact, he was pathetic, constantly stumbling into people and objects. Turns out the guy had heat vision, which of course didn't lend well to seeing objects or depth perception. It did, however, lend amazingly to catching an invisible man boldly robbing his house in the nude.
Muse A? Well, he was a successful thief who could turn invisible. The downside? It didn't work on clothes, of course. It was embarrassing at first, but he got comfortable with taking advantage of his powers very quickly.
His most recent target was a rich guy that was powerless, or at least he assumed that. The guy was nothing special: in fact, he was pathetic, constantly stumbling into people and objects. Turns out the guy had heat vision, which of course didn't lend well to seeing objects or depth perception. It did, however, lend amazingly to catching an invisible man boldly robbing his house in the nude.
In a reality where society as we know it has collapsed and there are few safe spaces, the threat of zombies seems like an inevitable fact, but a lucky few people manage to stop the spread of the virus before it takes over their brains. Those individuals definitely look infected, sometimes partially and sometimes completely, and may struggle with zombic tendencies, but they still retained their consciousness and humanity.
With nothing else to do, group of scientists decided to experiment on the half-infected to see if they could be rehabilitated. Some had good intentions, but with no ways to check bad behavior in their small operation abuse of power was an ever-looming temptation.
With nothing else to do, group of scientists decided to experiment on the half-infected to see if they could be rehabilitated. Some had good intentions, but with no ways to check bad behavior in their small operation abuse of power was an ever-looming temptation.
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