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Into The Woods . . .
About this lovely writer . . .
Greetings! How do you do? My name is Tilly and I am twenty-two years old. I've been roleplaying for a little over a decade now, and I'm excited to spread my wings to Blue Moon! Married, working full-time, and having just moved into a new house I will let you know first that my schedule tends to be a little all over the place. Because of this, I keep myself within a reply schedule so that I do not overwhelm myself. I only reply to roleplays on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Fridays and Sundays. Please do not expect roleplay replies on Mondays, Thursdays, and Sundays, but this does not mean I will not reply to OOC chatter and plotting on these days. I usually try to respond to OOC chatter and plotting whenever I can, no matter the day. Please respect my schedule and avoid bombarding me with messages to reply on the days italicized, think of them as my days to recharge my brain in order to send you well-thought and written replies. Rushing induces anxiety, which I will admit makes me avoid situations all together. Please be gentle with me!
The Roots Of The Woods . . .
My rules and expectations . . .
Firstly, all characters must be above the age of twenty-one. While eighteen is the legal age of my country, I'm just not quite comfortable playing teens and would prefer our characters be legal enough to at least drink. This is non-negotiable, and something that could easily bring an end to our story should you decide to push for younger ages. With that being said, I do adore age gaps and my stories typically include such. My characters ages range from twenty-three to thirty, and I enjoy opposing character ages to range from thirty-five to fifty, depending on the story.
I am a multi-paragraphical roleplayer, boderline leaning on novella, and I only write in third person and a mix of past and present tense. I prefer my partners to write in third person but I'm fine if you do past or present tense, I do not accept first person. Far too many bad experiences with partners being unable to detect the difference between reality and roleplay, so I do not offer it at all. Please do not ask. My responses typically range from four to twelve [ or more ] paragraphs depending on the situation, and I prefer my paratners to write at least four paragraphs though more in encouraged. I write long, lengthy responses. If you do not want that, it is best you skip over me. [ Obviously no one-liners! ] I can roleplay in threads, or in PMs. Either is fine!
If she closed her eyes and calmed her breathing, she could hear very clearly the crackling of thunder and lightning raging the world outside. And any longer, her own heartbeat racing against her ribcage like it was ready to burst out at any moment. But right now everything seemed to be in disarray, and as he spoke she was only able to pick up every couple of words.
"I don't think.." She started, but seeing his lips press into a thin line made her swallow the words back down.
Xiomara's head thumped against her skull. It left her feeling like her head was full of water, a jug barely keeping itself up as she tried to count her fingers to keep her mind weighted on the situation at hand. "It's only a matter of time before she finds you, 'Mara." The usage of her name in such a way made her blood run cold, and suddenly she felt like she was going to throw up everything she ate today.
Standing up, the young woman grabbed the bottle of water that sat on the edge of her nightstand and gulped the cool liquid down. She felt hot and cold like her body was reverting back to its survival instincts and couldn't decide on whether she should freeze or run. Obviously, she should run, the tall man standing beside her claiming to be a demon that could help her with a price was clearly some poor insane fellow who'd decided to break into her home and mess with her on an outstandingly awful day.
Sitting back down on the edge of her bed, Xiomara let a deep sigh escape her lips.
On one hand, if he was being truthful and a seven-year vacation awaited her on the other side, she wouldn't have to deal with her mother. On the other hand, if he was lying and her mother would end up finding her anyways she wondered if going hand in hand with Azzakan was better than dealing with her. Mother was not an accurate description of that woman. Narcissistic, and borderline sociopathic maybe, but a mother? No. Mothers care for their children and love them no matter what.
Mothers do not make their daughters have meltdowns at their job when they call. "Read it." She sputtered, earning a raised brow from the dark-haired businessman. "I can't. I can't think, read it to me. But don't lie." She hissed, the smile that curled to his lips did not ease her mind.
"Convincing folks to sign is the game, little dove. Playing dirty is fun, but there are no lies in the fine print. Deals are sacred, Xiomara De Lara. " His fingers are long, calculated, and his nails are clean. Azzakan plucks the stack from her bed and began to read. She already knows most of it, he offered it to her the minute she got home. Seven years of service, which must be paid upfront before he does anything she needs. Before he saves her from the all-consuming fear that is currently creeping up her spine. That woman could find her home at any moment if she found her place of work; five years was not long enough to erase herself from that wretched town.
An arrangement entered willingly by the client, in which she won't be forced to do anything she doesn't want to do. It's laughable, really. "And if you should fall pregnant, the child will stay in the realm while you will return to this one after seven years time." Xiomara's features scrunch, horror.
"You left that out purposely." He chuckles. "Be happy to be aware of it now." A child. That's what he really wants, and the thought of carrying one for nine whole months in a realm she won't be comfortable or familiar in makes her nauseous, and she's sure she's going to puke all over her carpet and his shiny oxfords. She swore off children when she left home at fifteen.
The mere possibility of her trauma forcing her to end up like her own mother was a damning fear and a powerful motivator to take her birth control every single day as well as to regularly replace the stock of condoms she has stuffed in the drawer beside her bed.
"I won't fuck anyone." She stated firmly, her own lips pressing into a thin line of dissatisfaction. "And as I said, you won't have to do anything you don't want to. But, you must at least give your suitors the chance." Xiomara interjects. "To breed me like a pig? Like cattle?" She's tired, sick, and doesn't believe a word coming from those sinful lips. His smile dropped for a moment, becoming frustrated, but it returned a second later as if he wanted to keep his reputation to that of a sly, silly demon with no care in the world. It's aggravating.
"'Mara." Again with the nickname, shooting terror into her to manipulate her. His games are familiar, and that's sad. It breaks her heart how well she knows these mind games, these tricks to break her down until she's desperate to get what they want. And she is desperate, Azzakan knows this. Fear will drive anyone to do something they normally would never do. "At the end of the day, you're in control. I won't force you to sign, and I'll leave if you want. But eventually, you'll have to deal with your own consequences, and I can't always be around to dangle this," He waves the contract in front of her. "to help you."
Xiomara breaks for a moment, the tears that had been burning her eyes for the past twenty minutes finally break and roll down her fat, dumpling cheeks. "Fuck." She cursed at the ground, hands wiping at her eyes in an attempt to save face. To make her seem less pathetic than she already was. "Give it to me."
Azzakan was smug when he handed her the contract, it suddenly clipped to a clipboard making it easier for her to write on. He hands her a pen as well, and she was sure he didn't have one before. Xiomara scribbles her name, Xiomara Raquel De Lara, signing away all rights for seven whole years.
"I don't think.." She started, but seeing his lips press into a thin line made her swallow the words back down.
Xiomara's head thumped against her skull. It left her feeling like her head was full of water, a jug barely keeping itself up as she tried to count her fingers to keep her mind weighted on the situation at hand. "It's only a matter of time before she finds you, 'Mara." The usage of her name in such a way made her blood run cold, and suddenly she felt like she was going to throw up everything she ate today.
Standing up, the young woman grabbed the bottle of water that sat on the edge of her nightstand and gulped the cool liquid down. She felt hot and cold like her body was reverting back to its survival instincts and couldn't decide on whether she should freeze or run. Obviously, she should run, the tall man standing beside her claiming to be a demon that could help her with a price was clearly some poor insane fellow who'd decided to break into her home and mess with her on an outstandingly awful day.
Sitting back down on the edge of her bed, Xiomara let a deep sigh escape her lips.
On one hand, if he was being truthful and a seven-year vacation awaited her on the other side, she wouldn't have to deal with her mother. On the other hand, if he was lying and her mother would end up finding her anyways she wondered if going hand in hand with Azzakan was better than dealing with her. Mother was not an accurate description of that woman. Narcissistic, and borderline sociopathic maybe, but a mother? No. Mothers care for their children and love them no matter what.
Mothers do not make their daughters have meltdowns at their job when they call. "Read it." She sputtered, earning a raised brow from the dark-haired businessman. "I can't. I can't think, read it to me. But don't lie." She hissed, the smile that curled to his lips did not ease her mind.
"Convincing folks to sign is the game, little dove. Playing dirty is fun, but there are no lies in the fine print. Deals are sacred, Xiomara De Lara. " His fingers are long, calculated, and his nails are clean. Azzakan plucks the stack from her bed and began to read. She already knows most of it, he offered it to her the minute she got home. Seven years of service, which must be paid upfront before he does anything she needs. Before he saves her from the all-consuming fear that is currently creeping up her spine. That woman could find her home at any moment if she found her place of work; five years was not long enough to erase herself from that wretched town.
An arrangement entered willingly by the client, in which she won't be forced to do anything she doesn't want to do. It's laughable, really. "And if you should fall pregnant, the child will stay in the realm while you will return to this one after seven years time." Xiomara's features scrunch, horror.
"You left that out purposely." He chuckles. "Be happy to be aware of it now." A child. That's what he really wants, and the thought of carrying one for nine whole months in a realm she won't be comfortable or familiar in makes her nauseous, and she's sure she's going to puke all over her carpet and his shiny oxfords. She swore off children when she left home at fifteen.
The mere possibility of her trauma forcing her to end up like her own mother was a damning fear and a powerful motivator to take her birth control every single day as well as to regularly replace the stock of condoms she has stuffed in the drawer beside her bed.
"I won't fuck anyone." She stated firmly, her own lips pressing into a thin line of dissatisfaction. "And as I said, you won't have to do anything you don't want to. But, you must at least give your suitors the chance." Xiomara interjects. "To breed me like a pig? Like cattle?" She's tired, sick, and doesn't believe a word coming from those sinful lips. His smile dropped for a moment, becoming frustrated, but it returned a second later as if he wanted to keep his reputation to that of a sly, silly demon with no care in the world. It's aggravating.
"'Mara." Again with the nickname, shooting terror into her to manipulate her. His games are familiar, and that's sad. It breaks her heart how well she knows these mind games, these tricks to break her down until she's desperate to get what they want. And she is desperate, Azzakan knows this. Fear will drive anyone to do something they normally would never do. "At the end of the day, you're in control. I won't force you to sign, and I'll leave if you want. But eventually, you'll have to deal with your own consequences, and I can't always be around to dangle this," He waves the contract in front of her. "to help you."
Xiomara breaks for a moment, the tears that had been burning her eyes for the past twenty minutes finally break and roll down her fat, dumpling cheeks. "Fuck." She cursed at the ground, hands wiping at her eyes in an attempt to save face. To make her seem less pathetic than she already was. "Give it to me."
Azzakan was smug when he handed her the contract, it suddenly clipped to a clipboard making it easier for her to write on. He hands her a pen as well, and she was sure he didn't have one before. Xiomara scribbles her name, Xiomara Raquel De Lara, signing away all rights for seven whole years.
Prep and plot beforehand, this is required. Plotting out and discussing things over before starting the roleplay is heavily preferred to smooth out any kinks so there is no confusion. I do not just jump into roleplays! Also, please have the ability to bring ideas forward and to help with the forward push of the plot. I do not expect you to carry the entirety of planning, but I prefer to write with partners who are reactive and actually give ensight to the ideas I am bringing up rather than simply stating you like or dislike them. No one is perfect, but it is incredibly disheartening to write with someone who doesn't put in the effort into making a brilliant story. When messaging me, please actually put effort into your first message. In fact, messages that are just 'Wanna RP?' or 'Hey, saw your thread, wanna rp?' will be ignored and deleted!
I only use drawn face-claims for my stories, and heavily prefer my partners do the same as real-life face-claims tend to make me a tad bit uncomfortable. Drawn face-claims also give a larger scope for the imagination, allowing a broader search to unique appearances and species. My stories always include at least one of our characters being non-human, which can be hard to find visually with real / celebrity face-claims so I would prefer to just avoid them all together. If not using real-life face-claims is a deal breaker to you, it'd be best if you skipped over me.
While I usually do not like having to mention this, this is something I've had to mention recently so I will put it here. Please do not flirt with me OOC. I am married and wholeheartedly uninterested in any kind of internet relationship other than friendship. This includes petnames, they make me incredibly uncomfortable. Don't call me adorable, cute, darling, love, baby, babygirl, whatever. If you are a 'natural flirt' and think this will be hard for you, please do not message me. Any flirting with be an immediate end to our roleplay, as well as a hard block with no explanation. Please respect this rule the most!
What Grows And Withers . . .
Interests, kinks, and limits . . .
I am currently looking to roleplay Dark Gothic Fantasy set in medieval or eighteenth century ages. I adore human and non-human pairings, but I equally enjoy playing human and non-human. However, I am currently looking to play a submissive female character and I am currently looking for partners to play a dominant male counterpart. I do not care of my partner's real-life gender as long as they are able to play a dominant male. [ This may change, I am a switch. ]
I deeply enjoy redemption arcs, rescuer/protector, monster girls/boys, deep romance, medieval, eighteenth century, soulmates, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, moon/sun dynamics, hurt/comfort dynamics, vampires, werewolves, forbidden love, soft ray of sunshine/ex-bad guy dynamics, rivals to lovers, wealth difference, height difference, age difference, the big bad/the one thing he loves dynamics. [ More to be added when I come up with them! ]
I deeply dislike incest/family relations, omnipotent/all-knowing characters, superheroes/modern superheroes, zombie apocalypses, nonconsent/rape, cnc, snuff/death, underaged characters, humiliation, vore, giant/ess, inflation, bathroom play, ddlg/abdl/diapers, abuse/abusive relationships.
You can find my F-List here in order to gauge more of my kinks and limits. Feel free to ask if you do not see something you like mentioned!
Finally, The Heart Of The Woods . . .
Characters, ideas, more . . .
Here, you will find my characters and ideas that I am hoping to roleplay with someone. As mentioned before, I equally enjoy playing human and non-human characters, so there will be two sections to this. They are very easily distinguishable; You Are The Beast and I Am The Beast. I'm sure you can tell what each sections will hold. I will be putting my characters as well as ideas and plots that would go well with them. These plots and ideas are not required, if you have a plot you think I might like or an idea that fits a character of mine please feel free to approach me with such!
YOU ARE THE BEAST
Jolene Melicent - Twenty-four
Jolene, or Jo for short, was born Jolenia Vernicer of the Verciner Kingdom, a long forgotten princess abandoned by her family. At the time, the kingdom was at war with dragons, unsure of how to fight back they decided to make their own dragon in hopes of fighting for them. The pregnant queen was injected with the blood of a young, captured dragon and when she was born, they were disappointed. She had no dragonic features other than her oddly coloured hair and eyes. They could not keep her, not with this shame. Not only did she look unnatural, but she was a failure as well. Tasked with killing the child, a knight betrayed the king and queen out of guilt and simply left the child in a village not far from the kingdom. Unable to bring himself to kill her, he left her in a barrel. She was then found by her now adoptive parents, Jocey and Amfrid Melicent. Despite her odd appearance, the couple could not produce a child of their own and passed her off as theirs, raising her with love to the woman she is today, a strong-headed farmer with wicked strength and beautiful silver hair that sparkles in the sun. As she grew, Jo found herself adoring stories of dragons and the wars waged on her kingdom with them. Of course, she always kept to herself that she rooted for the dragons to win. Always having a connection towards dragons, Jo finds herself wondering if her life will ever be more?
PLOT:
YC would be the young dragon the kingdom had captured to use his blood for, having escaped not long before Jo was sent to be killed. Here are some ides on how this could go;
- As he grew, he always felt a piece of him was missing and could not understand until after traveling in his human form, he stumbles upon a woman in a village that makes his chest rise and soul burn. His mate, his soulmate. He is desperate to have her, to become whole again.
- After her mother fell ill, her father had gotten injured and was unable to work the farm. Tasked to find a doctor, and help for the farm Jo was determined. Following her gut, she left on a journey to find anything to help her family as she could not do it on her own. During her travels, it seems like something is pulling her in a direction she does not know until she comes upon a dragon village, where YC lives. The two can feel each other's souls burn, connected by blood and bound to be together. They are mates after all.
Tiphina Whitneye - Twenty-three
Tiphina, or Tiph for short, was born into a rather poor family. The youngest of the batch, as winter came around her mother and father were unsure if they would be able to keep her alive. Fear of a child's death on their hands, the family sold Tiphina into trade for a couple of coins. Because she was an infant, she wasn't worth much but it was enough to let her family get by. Since then, Tiph was bought and sold regularly without care. Perhaps it was the way she was raised, or perhaps it was in her blood but she was a unruly child growing up. Fighting was all she ever knew, whether it be literal in fighting to keep someone protected or simply struggling through life, Tiph's only thought process was to survive. Were was she to sleep tonight? Who would she be sold to next? Would she clean? Finally have her body taken? Finally, at the age of twenty-three, Tiph was perminently bought by the elven kingdom to serve as a maid and guard under the royal family. Her rough take on life impressing them enough for them to trust that for a certain amount of money, she'd do anything to protect the royal family.
PLOT:
YC would either be the widowed elven king, or the elven prince. Here are some ideas on how this could go;
- Tiph is appointed personal maid for the king, and has royally signed to protect him with her life should they be attacked without anyone else there to protect him. Tiph is cold and distant, seemingly unfeeling but filed with rage for the life she's been given. The king is interested in her simply because she has the gall to speak her mind to him without care. The two find themselves confiding in one another over drinks after a night of festivities. [ hurt/comfort ]
- Tiph is appointed personal maid for the prince, and god do both of them hate it. Tiph thinks the prince is arrogant, ignorant, and bound to get himself killed while the prince thinks she simply needs to loosen up. It isn't until Tiph has to venture out into the surrounding woods to look for the runaway prince when she stops an attempted assassination, thoroughly wooing the prince much to her dismay. [ enemies to lovers ]
Aldora Tatee - Twenty-six
Born from the king's sister and his general, Aldora is a duchess to the Notor Empire and serves as the king's new general. Despite being a woman, Aldora is incredibly skilled in fighting and holds Notor in her heart. Her mother passed in childbirth, which gave her father the mindset to raise his daughter to be just as strong as him, if not stronger to make sure she would not die so easily. Aldora rose the ranks, so much so that her uncle, the king, has her next in line to become great general after her father. Slim and sharp whitted, Aldora has led her army in battle plenty of times in her life-time and proudly holds five won battles on her belt. She is known to be ruthless, unkind, and the monster of Notor. So when rumor of a ghastly beast terrorizing the homes of the outer city of Notor comes to the royal palace, the king sends Aldora off to inspect and return safety and relieve to the outercity.
PLOT:
YC would be a werewolf who's gone into soulmate bonding season and is in search for his mate, her scent leading him to the outerskirts of the Notor city.
- Aldora would spend a week in the outer city before she hears the wolfs howl one night, grabbing her sword to slay the beast. Instead, she's promptly kidnapped by said wolf after underestimating his power and awakes in his home far from her kingdom.
- More ideas to come.
More characters to come!
I AM THE BEAST
Menoya - Twenty-three
Menoya, a harpy, has excluded herself from her clan to a small part of a forest where she is incredibly territorial of. Born the runt of her litter, she is still much larger than the average human and stands at six feet and four inches. After failing to grow her wings to the fullest they can be like her siblings, she was deemed a failure by her mother and was cast out by her family and clan. Had she stayed, her siblings would have killed and eaten her. She lives secluded, alone, and attacks any and everything that enters her territory out of fear. She is nearing the end of her lifespan, and wishes to pass peacefully in the decade or so rather than be brutally killed.
PLOT:
YC is a travelling hunter who happens to stumble into Menoya's territory.
- YC is commissioned to kill a troll that has been attacking a village, and chases the troll through the nearby forest. He is attacked by the troll and injured, about to pass out and is sure he is to die. Fortunately, they have entered Menoya's territory and she kills the troll herself. About to kill YC, Menoya, against her better judgement, decides to take YC back to her home and patch him up.
- YC is commissioned by a local village to hunt and kill a harpy who has been stealing crops, and tracks Menoya back to her home and attacks. After a lengthy battle, YC gets the upperhand and has an injured Menoya on the floor, whimpering as she bleeds. Yet, for some reason he can't bring himself to bring down the final blow?
More characters to be added!
Menoya - Twenty-three
Menoya, a harpy, has excluded herself from her clan to a small part of a forest where she is incredibly territorial of. Born the runt of her litter, she is still much larger than the average human and stands at six feet and four inches. After failing to grow her wings to the fullest they can be like her siblings, she was deemed a failure by her mother and was cast out by her family and clan. Had she stayed, her siblings would have killed and eaten her. She lives secluded, alone, and attacks any and everything that enters her territory out of fear. She is nearing the end of her lifespan, and wishes to pass peacefully in the decade or so rather than be brutally killed.
PLOT:
YC is a travelling hunter who happens to stumble into Menoya's territory.
- YC is commissioned to kill a troll that has been attacking a village, and chases the troll through the nearby forest. He is attacked by the troll and injured, about to pass out and is sure he is to die. Fortunately, they have entered Menoya's territory and she kills the troll herself. About to kill YC, Menoya, against her better judgement, decides to take YC back to her home and patch him up.
- YC is commissioned by a local village to hunt and kill a harpy who has been stealing crops, and tracks Menoya back to her home and attacks. After a lengthy battle, YC gets the upperhand and has an injured Menoya on the floor, whimpering as she bleeds. Yet, for some reason he can't bring himself to bring down the final blow?
More characters to be added!