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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 a majority of the time I could write till the sun comes up! I love drama, violence, and darker themes.
At the moment my writing speed is about 1-3 replies per day, some days dropping out due to flares or brain fog. I'm learning to read myself better so I can give heads ups. My preferred length is around 2-4 paragraphs, though we can write a shit ton when my brain fog isn't too bad.
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!
Anyway, I'm in the mood to play a monster! Mc can be meaner or sweeter, seme/uke , in any of the plots; it's up to you!
At the moment my writing speed is about 1-3 replies per day, some days dropping out due to flares or brain fog. I'm learning to read myself better so I can give heads ups. My preferred length is around 2-4 paragraphs, though we can write a shit ton when my brain fog isn't too bad.
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!
Anyway, I'm in the mood to play a monster! Mc can be meaner or sweeter, seme/uke , in any of the plots; it's up to you!
In a world where harpies exist, people still haven't gotten over their hatred for them. They call them monsters, dangerous animals, and freaks. Though many activists insist they could be integrated into society, they're forced to stay in the wild in increasingly smaller groups by cruel pest control. Despite that, Allan and Miriam, an elderly couple living at the edge of a gated community bordering a forest, befriended a harpy who regularly snuck into their back yard to eat their vegetables. One day, though, Miriam died, and Allan moved to a care home in the community. He assumed with no one to visit anymore the harpy would stay in the forest and make his own family, but after a year the harpy suddenly arrived at the grave while he was visiting one day. To his surprise, the harpy had been risking his safety searching for them. As soon as he realized what'd happened, he head-butted the gravestone, laid down, and cried. Days passed with the harpy still there, not moving. He gained a small following of protestors preventing anyone from removing him, leading to media coverage and an even bigger movement outside of the community. Eventually, someone manages to take him away. (Could be a researcher, a revolutionist, pest control, etc)
Scientists know harpies once existed, but they're thought to be long extinct. One biologist, though, still thinks there's some somewhere; he could've sworn he'd seen one flying across the sky as a kid, one stormy night. Everyone else thinks it was just a trick of his eyes but, well, that's what this research trip was for: to prove them wrong. He set up in an old fire tower in a forest near where he'd grown up. The first day passed without any trace of the creatures, but during the night he was woken up by sounds of scratching. When he checked what it was, he found that a harpy had climbed the tower and was curled up on the roof; it had a broken wing and seemed terrified.
Harpies are naturally curious creatures, but they're also very skittish; unfortunately, this pairing has made them clash with humans multiple times. Both sides became afraid of each other, so harpies began avoiding humans. Despite hoping to lessen the fear, this has had the opposite effect, with centuries of safety leading to worse and worse rumors and misconceptions about the infamous beasts. One night, a harpy defied the warnings about humans in favor of his curiosity and ventured to one of their cities. Little did he know, he set off warning alarms, quickly spurring a public safety announcement and search for what the humans believed to be a dangerous monster. As soon as the creature noticed people with weapons searching for him, he hid, crawling through an open window. (Owner of the apartment could be a cop, journalist, homeless guy using it because it's abandoned, youtuber going into an abandoned apartment looking for ghosts, etc. The harpy could hide for a while or be found instantly.)
News had spread fast when accounts of a strange creature, Muse A, crash landed in the middle of a town surfaced. Within a day, what started as a few social media posts turned to nationwide headlines, complete with video footage of an alleged harpy. Rumors quickly turned to facts as the creature was found to be injured and taken, although with a struggle, to a nearby wildlife hospital. The staff there confirmed everyone's greatest fantasies: this was the first known harpy. From that, they happily rode a wave of fame at the creature's expense, keeping him at a zoo for everyone to gawk at. At first the researchers in charge of figuring out how to care for him were just glad to have the chance to study a new species, but before long the creature.. deteriorated. He stopped cooperating with tests, stopped trying to climb or fly, stopped eating: all he did was lay around and occasionally get up to clean himself.. and even that he seemed to be more and more reluctant to do. Knowing they had to do something fast, they brought in a renowned animal psychologist, Muse B, to figure out what was wrong. Whether or not the man succeeded at his job, only time would tell. (Could also be done with a trainer instead of a psychologist if you want him to be a bit more tough/mean.)
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