DetailedBlondie1991
Serf
- Local time
- Today 7:00 AM
- Messages
- 8
- Age
- 32
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Hey there! I've been roleplaying for about 15 years now and I'm looking for a longterm partner! I'm generally looking for someone whose okay with NSFW themes, can write a decent amount (4-5 paragraphs if possible). I also enjoy someone who can write in a cohesive way, a way that makes sense. I play in the 3rd person, and love the brainstorming aspects of the role before we even dive in.
I use face claims exclusively and usually always have one picked out for my partner for the role we are doing. I'm open to most roles but right now I'm looking for my fandoms or something we can create ourselves.
So my idea now is kind of based off Resident Evil. I have my own original character somewhat based off Jill Valentine, it's up to you if you want to do a canon if so I request Chris Redfield, or if you want an OC totally cool. I'd like them both to be soldiers of some sort. Also as a face claim for your character I'd really like you to play as I'd Robbie Amell, he jist has the Chris Redfield look. Below is a small sample of my writing id like to discuss things first but if your so moved let me know and we can jump right in.
Day one, first infection.
Amy stirred in bed her alarm clock blaring into her face. She groaned slamming her fist down onto it, she pushed herself up the nagging pain of a headache throbbing into her skull. She slid from bed and headed to her shower, empty whiskey bottles clanged against her apartment floor.
Her shower flicked on, she looked at her self in the mirror, deep bags circled her eyes on an otherwise pretty face. Amy was to 'young' for bags under her eyes or so people said, 31 was a fine age to have the stress she did. She stepped into the shower, wincing at the less than warm water. Guess she forgot to pay the bill yet again, she did what she had to and got the hell out of the shower. She wrapped a towel around her fit lithe form and stumbled back j to her room, commendations and medals kind her dresser. Pictures of her and her colonel father.
She scratched her blonde hair and sat on the bed grabbing a whiskey bottle and downing the rest of it. She sighed and stood the sounds of the city waking were enough to send her to bed. But she didn't need to fight the demons of her past in her dreams as of yet, but little did she know the nightmare was coming fast.
I use face claims exclusively and usually always have one picked out for my partner for the role we are doing. I'm open to most roles but right now I'm looking for my fandoms or something we can create ourselves.
So my idea now is kind of based off Resident Evil. I have my own original character somewhat based off Jill Valentine, it's up to you if you want to do a canon if so I request Chris Redfield, or if you want an OC totally cool. I'd like them both to be soldiers of some sort. Also as a face claim for your character I'd really like you to play as I'd Robbie Amell, he jist has the Chris Redfield look. Below is a small sample of my writing id like to discuss things first but if your so moved let me know and we can jump right in.
Day one, first infection.
Amy stirred in bed her alarm clock blaring into her face. She groaned slamming her fist down onto it, she pushed herself up the nagging pain of a headache throbbing into her skull. She slid from bed and headed to her shower, empty whiskey bottles clanged against her apartment floor.
Her shower flicked on, she looked at her self in the mirror, deep bags circled her eyes on an otherwise pretty face. Amy was to 'young' for bags under her eyes or so people said, 31 was a fine age to have the stress she did. She stepped into the shower, wincing at the less than warm water. Guess she forgot to pay the bill yet again, she did what she had to and got the hell out of the shower. She wrapped a towel around her fit lithe form and stumbled back j to her room, commendations and medals kind her dresser. Pictures of her and her colonel father.
She scratched her blonde hair and sat on the bed grabbing a whiskey bottle and downing the rest of it. She sighed and stood the sounds of the city waking were enough to send her to bed. But she didn't need to fight the demons of her past in her dreams as of yet, but little did she know the nightmare was coming fast.