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HerrSchmidt

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About me:
Let's see...I'm 20 years old, from Brazil . I have roleplayed since 2018 on several places. oH, and most importantly : I have a cat named Honey!

I found out about this site and decided to give it a try. I have some experience roleplaying in English, but mostly did it in Portuguese as it is my main language. Also, aside from English I am currently leaning German since I'm a bit fascinated by this language, hance the nickname.

When it comes to writing I have certain genres I always enjoy such as: Medieval Fantasy, Sci-fi and slice of life. Besides that, I'm always trying to expand my vocabulary and try out new roles when roleplaying, such as playing with female characters lately. I hope my time here will prove fun and helpful to develop my writing skills and perhaps make some friends.

I think that's all for now. It's a pleasure to meet you all, being a future RP partner or not ! ^^.

Bonus: Here's a writing sample I translated from Portuguese. It's about a witch hunter named Matthew and his dream while he sleeps in an inn on the road, preparing to chase a witch. Feel free to comment on it =P .

The man found himself in an open field, the old castle stood as a worn yet enormous monument above the hills and the dead trees that surrounded it. A familiar yet strange song came from that direction and above. It's notes piercing and cold as the wind that danced between those hills. Suddenly, big and black feathers fell from the sky and faster than he could think, an enormous creature grabbed him by the arms. The claws piercing his arms as curved and painful blades.

His despair only increased as the giant bird flew higher and higher with no intention of stopping. Then, as fast as it captured its prey, the bird let it go! The cold stones below hitting Matthew's back and breaking his body in an indescribable stream of pain.

The hunter lay there for a moment, trying to move and wishing to die at last while the enormous raven descended with it's ebony and shiny eyes, beating its wings as if it enjoyed it squirm of pain from the human.

When the bird reached Matthew, it was just a brief relief for the immobile man before the sharp beak hit him on the chest and took his pain to new levels. And as he clanged with his nails against the cold and hard stone of that castle his eyes found the bird's. He couldn't understand at first what they reflected, but the dark pool soon took the shape of a redheaded and beautiful woman on the center of that dark globe.

The moment he started at that figure the pain seemed to fade away, despite the bird's unrelenting attacks. And even as it pulled out Matthew's Heart, the man felt lighter and warm as he never did before. The woman called to him, that song again. Her notes invading his head as if the sound of ripping flesh and spurting blood were the same with that angelic voice. The woman gestured as if offering him that hard with sharp, blackened and long fingernails.

When the bird swallowed his heart, everything faded and the witch hunter jumped from his bed, hand on his heart and that worm feeling that lingered. It was frightening, confusing and somehow mesmerizing to think about. Could a woman be so pretty as to remove pain? And why the song? Or the bird? It was all too strange to fit together…at least for now. Maybe it was just a weird dream after all, right?
 
It is a pleasure to meet you once more and welcome to the site! I do hope you love it here and I look forward to seeing you around.
 
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