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Who are you, how long have you been writing and what kind of things do you like to write?
Hey! I'm E.L Graves, but you can call me Angel. I'll be 28 years old, and I'm a chronically caffeinated gremlin who lives on the East Coast. I am not normally on RP forums like this. I usually use Discord for OOC communication and Google Docs for RPs. I've been writing for about twelve years in total. An RP veteran, if you will. I love writing highly detailed, character-driven stories. I am a sucker for good internal monologue, realistic reactions to the environment, and characters that face the consequences of their actions. I also love organic plot development and love letting the characters write themselves. Right off the bat I will tell you that I strictly write MxF. I prefer to play a female character but if you want to double, I can and am more than willing to! I will tell you that sometimes i do struggle with punctuation, but other than that I haven't had many complaints about my writing. I'll be sure to include a couple samples of my writing from both my female and male characters at the bottom of this!
How long do your replies tend to be and what is your writing schedule like?
My replies usually sit around 3-5 paragraphs. I typically match my partner's energy and give you plenty to react to. I ask that you do the same, but i will always be quality over quantity. As for my schedule, I am a single mom of two who works/games/goes to school throughout the day so real life always comes first. I try to reply atleast once a day. I am huge on OOC communication, so i will let you know if i can't get a reply out or any schedule changes.
What is your tolerance level for gore? Violence?
I am entirely fine with gore and violence. I love a good action scene and characters getting hurt. Nothing hits right like a good fight scene. My limits for violence though include torture involving the eyes/mouth, and fingernails/toenails. Idk why but it makes my skin crawl.
Do you write sexual content? If so, what are your kinks? Limits?
Yes, but i will be honest with you. I love a good smut scene but I am a "story over smut" girlie. I want the world-building, the tension, and the chemistry. When the spice does happen, I want it to be earned and make sense in the story. If you want to rush straight to the bedroom, we won't be a good match.
My limits include: Bathroom stuff (eg. Pee, poop, vomit), Anthro/Furry, anything foot-related, Bestiality, and characters under 18
My kinks include, Collars/leashes, spanking, branding, choking, hair pulling, Knife play, gun play, biting, scratching, branding, torture, Non-Con, CNC
As i said before, I am huge on OOC communication so if we get to this point and i get uncomfy with something I will let you know!
Do you write any fandoms? (Please bear in mind that any characters under 18 and any high school settings must be aged up)
Yes! I am huge on fandoms. I love taking characters from games/movies/etc and throwing them in AUs. I'm also really into Hockey right now, so there's that, not really sure if that qualifies as a fandom but we're gonna put it here anyway. However, that does not mean that I am opposed to doing OC x OC
I'm huge on Call of Duty. I struggle writing in the call of duty universe, so i typically take the canon characters and throw them into an AU. I once did one where they were in an AU where we took bits from Far Cry 5 and incorporated them.
My fandoms (in order from most desired to least)
Call of Duty
YellowJackets
Red Dead Redemption 2
Marvel
The Rookie (I'm on season three)
Do you have any pairing or setting ideas?
I have pairings, the characters I have bolded are ones I would like for you to play.
Call of Duty:
(I have experience playing as Ghost and don't mind playing as him)
Graves x OC
Soap x OC
YellowJackets:
Jeff x OC
Red Dead Redemption 2:
Arthur x OC
Marvel:
Bucky x OC
Captain America x OC
Loki x OC
Do you have any detailed plots prepared?
Plots? Boy do i have plots. I'm not gonna put all the details here, just the base ideas.
Cop x newcomer to town
Enemies to lovers
Zombie Apocalypse survivors
Honestly, I have more, but I want to brainstorm and come up with plots together, so don't let the emptiness of this section scare you away.
Do you have any characters you want to write? (Our character forum is here if you want a dedicated thread)
I have a whole roster of OCs on Google docs, They are a baseline character sheet as I tweak them to match the plot/settings of the rp i put them in.
Any additional notes you want to add?
Yes! As I've said before, I am huge on OOC communication. I'm not looking for someone just to write with, I wanna bond/be friends. I feel like it's much easier to write with someone when you have a friendship built as well. I love to do Spotify playlists/pin boards and include links to outfits for my characters and the settings because I am an incredibly visual person. I'm used to discord where I would have an entire server dedicated to the roleplay with text channels for each character, media sections and a general banter thread. I hope none of this scares anyone away! So! If you're interested, feel free to send me a message, I promise i don't bite!
Hey! I'm E.L Graves, but you can call me Angel. I'll be 28 years old, and I'm a chronically caffeinated gremlin who lives on the East Coast. I am not normally on RP forums like this. I usually use Discord for OOC communication and Google Docs for RPs. I've been writing for about twelve years in total. An RP veteran, if you will. I love writing highly detailed, character-driven stories. I am a sucker for good internal monologue, realistic reactions to the environment, and characters that face the consequences of their actions. I also love organic plot development and love letting the characters write themselves. Right off the bat I will tell you that I strictly write MxF. I prefer to play a female character but if you want to double, I can and am more than willing to! I will tell you that sometimes i do struggle with punctuation, but other than that I haven't had many complaints about my writing. I'll be sure to include a couple samples of my writing from both my female and male characters at the bottom of this!
How long do your replies tend to be and what is your writing schedule like?
My replies usually sit around 3-5 paragraphs. I typically match my partner's energy and give you plenty to react to. I ask that you do the same, but i will always be quality over quantity. As for my schedule, I am a single mom of two who works/games/goes to school throughout the day so real life always comes first. I try to reply atleast once a day. I am huge on OOC communication, so i will let you know if i can't get a reply out or any schedule changes.
What is your tolerance level for gore? Violence?
I am entirely fine with gore and violence. I love a good action scene and characters getting hurt. Nothing hits right like a good fight scene. My limits for violence though include torture involving the eyes/mouth, and fingernails/toenails. Idk why but it makes my skin crawl.
Do you write sexual content? If so, what are your kinks? Limits?
Yes, but i will be honest with you. I love a good smut scene but I am a "story over smut" girlie. I want the world-building, the tension, and the chemistry. When the spice does happen, I want it to be earned and make sense in the story. If you want to rush straight to the bedroom, we won't be a good match.
My limits include: Bathroom stuff (eg. Pee, poop, vomit), Anthro/Furry, anything foot-related, Bestiality, and characters under 18
My kinks include, Collars/leashes, spanking, branding, choking, hair pulling, Knife play, gun play, biting, scratching, branding, torture, Non-Con, CNC
As i said before, I am huge on OOC communication so if we get to this point and i get uncomfy with something I will let you know!
Do you write any fandoms? (Please bear in mind that any characters under 18 and any high school settings must be aged up)
Yes! I am huge on fandoms. I love taking characters from games/movies/etc and throwing them in AUs. I'm also really into Hockey right now, so there's that, not really sure if that qualifies as a fandom but we're gonna put it here anyway. However, that does not mean that I am opposed to doing OC x OC
I'm huge on Call of Duty. I struggle writing in the call of duty universe, so i typically take the canon characters and throw them into an AU. I once did one where they were in an AU where we took bits from Far Cry 5 and incorporated them.
My fandoms (in order from most desired to least)
Call of Duty
YellowJackets
Red Dead Redemption 2
Marvel
The Rookie (I'm on season three)
Do you have any pairing or setting ideas?
I have pairings, the characters I have bolded are ones I would like for you to play.
Call of Duty:
(I have experience playing as Ghost and don't mind playing as him)
Graves x OC
Soap x OC
YellowJackets:
Jeff x OC
Red Dead Redemption 2:
Arthur x OC
Marvel:
Bucky x OC
Captain America x OC
Loki x OC
Do you have any detailed plots prepared?
Plots? Boy do i have plots. I'm not gonna put all the details here, just the base ideas.
Cop x newcomer to town
Enemies to lovers
Zombie Apocalypse survivors
Honestly, I have more, but I want to brainstorm and come up with plots together, so don't let the emptiness of this section scare you away.
Do you have any characters you want to write? (Our character forum is here if you want a dedicated thread)
I have a whole roster of OCs on Google docs, They are a baseline character sheet as I tweak them to match the plot/settings of the rp i put them in.
Any additional notes you want to add?
Yes! As I've said before, I am huge on OOC communication. I'm not looking for someone just to write with, I wanna bond/be friends. I feel like it's much easier to write with someone when you have a friendship built as well. I love to do Spotify playlists/pin boards and include links to outfits for my characters and the settings because I am an incredibly visual person. I'm used to discord where I would have an entire server dedicated to the roleplay with text channels for each character, media sections and a general banter thread. I hope none of this scares anyone away! So! If you're interested, feel free to send me a message, I promise i don't bite!
Tim rolled his eyes as Charlotte called him grumpy. He had been used to being called the grumpy cop before The Fall. Patting BlueBelle's neck Tim got off the horse, Grabbing his rifle from his saddle, he slung it over his shoulder. He hated to use guns out in the wild, but if the need called for it, he would. Pulling his machete from its sheath, he twirled it in his hand before looking back at Ghost who remained atop Kelpie. "Are you coming?" He asked the Brit, who just shook his head 'no' as he shifted in the saddle of his black horse and looked over his shoulder like he was looking for someone.
Tim had given up trying to get the man talking, he'd spoken some when things first went to hell, but once the dust settled, the man resembled his callsign more than he'd ever realized. Barely speaking, always quiet. Never knowing he was beside you until he did finally speak or you turned your head and he was there; making you jump out of your skin. Though, the ones he seemed to talk to the most were Price, Graves, and Soap.
Walking alongside Charlotte, Tim checked the pharmacy doors for any kind of bell that might alert the dead that they were on their front porch. When he found none, he slowly pulled the door open. Stepping through the threshold, he gestured for Charlotte to follow behind him, her steps just as quiet as Ghost's. "Wait here," he whispered softly before going through the building.
He would clear it, Charlotte had some self-defense skills but he knew that if anything happened to her, then everyone would have his head on a spike, that was if Soap didn't get to him first. Once he was sure the building was cleared, he sheathed his machete and went back to Charlotte. "Drugs are this way," he said, leading her back toward the counter as he pushed his hood from his head. Watching as she walked back to the pharmacy and began to rifle through what drugs were left, Tim got to work on swiping anything else that could be of use. Condoms, pregnancy tests, and feminine products.
The sound of creaking above them, caused Tim to stop in his place and look up at the ceiling. It was a two-story building, with what looked like apartments above. So he was sure that there were some of the dead up there, however they hadn't made any noise to alert them or cause anything to stir. Slowly putting the box of condoms he had in hand, in his bag Tim slowly shifted from his place in the store and moved toward Charlotte.
"Charlie-" he called out softly, hoping she'd heard him as another groan of protest came from the ceiling above them, followed by dust that fell down into Tim's blond hair. "We need to go."
"Just a minute!" Charlotte responded, her voice strained, the telltale sign that she was reaching for something that was on a shelf higher up than what she could get.
"Charlotte. We need to go. Now." Tim's voice was filled with stern urgency as the groaning grew louder, the sound accompanied by cracking. Taking another step forward, Tim looked up, seeing the ceiling above her crack, pieces of the drop ceiling falling to the floor.
"Fuck!" He snarled, grabbing Charlotte's arm he pulled her back and threw her away from the roof that crumbled down from above them. The debris landed on Tim's shoulders pinning him to the ground. Groaning, he shifted, trying to get free of it as a Viral fell through the hole and landed on the ground next to him. It stood up, letting out a small cry before climbing over the pile of debris that had Tim pinned to the ground on his back.
"Charlotte! Get the fuck out of here!" he snapped, drawing the Viral's attention back to him as it let out another cry. Finally getting his arm free, Tim grabbed his machete and swung, the blade slicing through the flesh and bone above him. Closing his eyes and his mouth, it splattered across his face and the body fell to the ground lifeless beside him, but not before the sound of several other virals crying hit his ears as they jumped down from the broken ceiling.
Tim had given up trying to get the man talking, he'd spoken some when things first went to hell, but once the dust settled, the man resembled his callsign more than he'd ever realized. Barely speaking, always quiet. Never knowing he was beside you until he did finally speak or you turned your head and he was there; making you jump out of your skin. Though, the ones he seemed to talk to the most were Price, Graves, and Soap.
Walking alongside Charlotte, Tim checked the pharmacy doors for any kind of bell that might alert the dead that they were on their front porch. When he found none, he slowly pulled the door open. Stepping through the threshold, he gestured for Charlotte to follow behind him, her steps just as quiet as Ghost's. "Wait here," he whispered softly before going through the building.
He would clear it, Charlotte had some self-defense skills but he knew that if anything happened to her, then everyone would have his head on a spike, that was if Soap didn't get to him first. Once he was sure the building was cleared, he sheathed his machete and went back to Charlotte. "Drugs are this way," he said, leading her back toward the counter as he pushed his hood from his head. Watching as she walked back to the pharmacy and began to rifle through what drugs were left, Tim got to work on swiping anything else that could be of use. Condoms, pregnancy tests, and feminine products.
The sound of creaking above them, caused Tim to stop in his place and look up at the ceiling. It was a two-story building, with what looked like apartments above. So he was sure that there were some of the dead up there, however they hadn't made any noise to alert them or cause anything to stir. Slowly putting the box of condoms he had in hand, in his bag Tim slowly shifted from his place in the store and moved toward Charlotte.
"Charlie-" he called out softly, hoping she'd heard him as another groan of protest came from the ceiling above them, followed by dust that fell down into Tim's blond hair. "We need to go."
"Just a minute!" Charlotte responded, her voice strained, the telltale sign that she was reaching for something that was on a shelf higher up than what she could get.
"Charlotte. We need to go. Now." Tim's voice was filled with stern urgency as the groaning grew louder, the sound accompanied by cracking. Taking another step forward, Tim looked up, seeing the ceiling above her crack, pieces of the drop ceiling falling to the floor.
"Fuck!" He snarled, grabbing Charlotte's arm he pulled her back and threw her away from the roof that crumbled down from above them. The debris landed on Tim's shoulders pinning him to the ground. Groaning, he shifted, trying to get free of it as a Viral fell through the hole and landed on the ground next to him. It stood up, letting out a small cry before climbing over the pile of debris that had Tim pinned to the ground on his back.
"Charlotte! Get the fuck out of here!" he snapped, drawing the Viral's attention back to him as it let out another cry. Finally getting his arm free, Tim grabbed his machete and swung, the blade slicing through the flesh and bone above him. Closing his eyes and his mouth, it splattered across his face and the body fell to the ground lifeless beside him, but not before the sound of several other virals crying hit his ears as they jumped down from the broken ceiling.
The warm summer breeze filtered through the large open windows of a room on the upper floor of a dilapidated ranch house as the mid-morning rays of sunshine bathed the walls in rays of golden light making the room feel warm and inviting. Leaving her brother and her life behind in New York wasn’t something she’d expected to do, and she certainly didn’t expect to move to a tiny town in the Middle-of-Nowhere, Montana. But then again, she was willing to do anything for her best friend, even if that meant uprooting her whole life to make sure that Jade and Maddox were safe from Cutter who just so happened to be the older brother to her ex boyfriend, Bailey. The same ex that left her to raise a child on her own at the age of nineteen.
Amelia met Jade through Bailey, she’d dated his older brother, Cutter at the same time that Amelia dated Bailey. First, Jade got pregnant then, two years later Amelia was pregnant. Things went sideways faster than she could have ever thought. Cutter revealed his true colors and showed what kind of monster he truly was, while Bailey abandoned her to raise their child on her own. It was something she would have never seen coming. Being a mother at the age of nineteen wasn’t something Amelia had planned for herself, it threw her whole life off track. She should have had her degree in veterinary medicine by now, but instead, she was here, in Falls End, Montana. She owned half of a six thousand plus acre ranch, while Jade owned the other half.
The house was beyond disrepair and had it not been for the bones of the building still being good, it would have been better off being torn down rather than remodeled and restored. They had only been in the small town for a couple weeks now and had rented a couple small rooms at Boomer's Farm until they got their house back to a livable state. A project that would take anywhere from several months to a year to fix. Although, they didn't have that kind of time. They'd moved to Montana at the end of the summer and only had a few short months before the snow would start.
If the snow hit before their project was finished, they'd be at a standstill until the spring and that was something Amelia didn't want. So while Jade took Willow and Maddox to the bus stop Amelia went straight over to the ranch and began working on whatever she could do on her own. With Dopamine by Wing playing through her Bluetooth speaker as loud as she could get it before she got to tearing up the old flooring in the upstairs bedroom that would be her daughter's once it was done. Pulling up the old boards she walked toward the window and threw them outside watching as they landed on the ground below. It was a rinse and repeat process until she had all of them removed.
She'd gotten so lost In the beat of "Too Easy" by Connor Price that she had missed the two tone “bwoop bwoop” of the police car that was now parked in front of the house. Tossing the remaining floorboards out the window, she didn't even stop to look out the window before going to work on putting the new floorboards down. “Hey Jade! Where did we put the underlayment for the floors?” Amelia’s voice rang out louder than the music playing from her speaker. It still felt odd to call her that, but they had to abandon who they were in order to truly disappear, so even in the privacy and safety of their own home, she called her friend by her middle name rather than the one she'd always known.
Waiting for a response, Amelia walked out of the room and sauntered down the steps. Putting her hand on the banister she swung around it, only to slam into something hard. Stumbling backward, a shriek left her lips in surprise, her fist flying forward to connect with the face of the person standing in front of her as her fight or flight response was activated. She pulled her arm back, expecting it to be Jade in front of her.
It wasn't.
Fuck.
It was the sheriff.
Amelia’s heart fell down to her feet and through the floor in fear. What the fuck did she just do? She’d never even met the man before, and she just punched him. Not only that, but she had a ring on. Fuck. Fucking fuck. She was going to get arrested. She could feel it in her bones. Her blue eyes widened as she looked up into his, unable to read the emotions in them. Was he angry? Surely he was. Who wouldn’t be angry after getting punched in the face.
Absent-mindedly, Amelia took a step backward, holding her hand to her chest like it was a dangerous weapon that could cause even more damage to him if she didn’t keep it under control. Should she apologize? Stay quiet? Wait for him to speak? Her mind was overflowing with questions and indecisiveness.
“I’m so sorry!” The words tumbled out of her mouth in a rush as her voice trembled with nervousness. “I didn’t mean to! I swear, Officer-er- uh…” She paused to look at the nameplate on his uniform “Sheriff Graves. I didn’t hear-I-I had no idea-” Amelia struggled to find the right words as he stared down at her with those cool blue eyes. She’d already felt so small but the longer he continued to stand there and stare at her without saying anything, the smaller and more insecure it made her feel and she was sure that the way she was stumbling over her own words didn’t do any good toward her current predicament.
Amelia met Jade through Bailey, she’d dated his older brother, Cutter at the same time that Amelia dated Bailey. First, Jade got pregnant then, two years later Amelia was pregnant. Things went sideways faster than she could have ever thought. Cutter revealed his true colors and showed what kind of monster he truly was, while Bailey abandoned her to raise their child on her own. It was something she would have never seen coming. Being a mother at the age of nineteen wasn’t something Amelia had planned for herself, it threw her whole life off track. She should have had her degree in veterinary medicine by now, but instead, she was here, in Falls End, Montana. She owned half of a six thousand plus acre ranch, while Jade owned the other half.
The house was beyond disrepair and had it not been for the bones of the building still being good, it would have been better off being torn down rather than remodeled and restored. They had only been in the small town for a couple weeks now and had rented a couple small rooms at Boomer's Farm until they got their house back to a livable state. A project that would take anywhere from several months to a year to fix. Although, they didn't have that kind of time. They'd moved to Montana at the end of the summer and only had a few short months before the snow would start.
If the snow hit before their project was finished, they'd be at a standstill until the spring and that was something Amelia didn't want. So while Jade took Willow and Maddox to the bus stop Amelia went straight over to the ranch and began working on whatever she could do on her own. With Dopamine by Wing playing through her Bluetooth speaker as loud as she could get it before she got to tearing up the old flooring in the upstairs bedroom that would be her daughter's once it was done. Pulling up the old boards she walked toward the window and threw them outside watching as they landed on the ground below. It was a rinse and repeat process until she had all of them removed.
She'd gotten so lost In the beat of "Too Easy" by Connor Price that she had missed the two tone “bwoop bwoop” of the police car that was now parked in front of the house. Tossing the remaining floorboards out the window, she didn't even stop to look out the window before going to work on putting the new floorboards down. “Hey Jade! Where did we put the underlayment for the floors?” Amelia’s voice rang out louder than the music playing from her speaker. It still felt odd to call her that, but they had to abandon who they were in order to truly disappear, so even in the privacy and safety of their own home, she called her friend by her middle name rather than the one she'd always known.
Waiting for a response, Amelia walked out of the room and sauntered down the steps. Putting her hand on the banister she swung around it, only to slam into something hard. Stumbling backward, a shriek left her lips in surprise, her fist flying forward to connect with the face of the person standing in front of her as her fight or flight response was activated. She pulled her arm back, expecting it to be Jade in front of her.
It wasn't.
Fuck.
It was the sheriff.
Amelia’s heart fell down to her feet and through the floor in fear. What the fuck did she just do? She’d never even met the man before, and she just punched him. Not only that, but she had a ring on. Fuck. Fucking fuck. She was going to get arrested. She could feel it in her bones. Her blue eyes widened as she looked up into his, unable to read the emotions in them. Was he angry? Surely he was. Who wouldn’t be angry after getting punched in the face.
Absent-mindedly, Amelia took a step backward, holding her hand to her chest like it was a dangerous weapon that could cause even more damage to him if she didn’t keep it under control. Should she apologize? Stay quiet? Wait for him to speak? Her mind was overflowing with questions and indecisiveness.
“I’m so sorry!” The words tumbled out of her mouth in a rush as her voice trembled with nervousness. “I didn’t mean to! I swear, Officer-er- uh…” She paused to look at the nameplate on his uniform “Sheriff Graves. I didn’t hear-I-I had no idea-” Amelia struggled to find the right words as he stared down at her with those cool blue eyes. She’d already felt so small but the longer he continued to stand there and stare at her without saying anything, the smaller and more insecure it made her feel and she was sure that the way she was stumbling over her own words didn’t do any good toward her current predicament.
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