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Rakan
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- Joined
- Sep 25, 2018
with a nice game of Connect 4.
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...what? You thought it would be something else?
Darling, I'm a sly fox, not an easy dog.
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...what? You thought it would be something else?
Darling, I'm a sly fox, not an easy dog.
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If you couldn't already tell, I have more than just a slight affinity for the aloof tease who likes using words, not swords. While I can roleplay the more brooding type or the more aggressive, it's not really enjoyable. See, I like roleplaying the cat and mouse relationship except the cat and mouse switch places every once in a while so that suddenly one is being chasing after having been chase because what's the fun in a chase if all you have to do it run away and stay away?
It's much more fun to take your little plan and turn it upside down.
I've been roleplaying for several years and have a lot of experience, but I've settled onto this particular archetype as my favorite. That's not to say I don't play other kinds of characters; I just seem to gel with this one the most. It pops out in my writing style as well; I prefer and excel at writing back and forth dialogue instead of action. Set the stage and watch the characters duke it out verbally.
So if you're looking for the type of character who runs into the fray like a knight to save your character from imminent death...well, you'll get that if you work for it. I prefer to RP a growing of a relationship instead of an established one (some exceptions). Gotta make sure your character's worth it first.
I would like to see a writing sample(s) before roleplaying. Even if you have perfect grasp of the English language, sometimes our styles just don't mesh well, and I think it's best to figure that out before the planning phase. My own writing samples are in the tab next to plot pitches.
Alternatively, if you just want to chat, hit me up! It's always nice to see that red notification in my inbox <3
How I rol(eplay)
- I match my post length for the most part. Two-three paragraphs is my minimum goal. My OP's generally have 1k-2k words in them regardless.
- I can post about every day. I'm pretty active in the mornings and late evenings.
- Other ideas are welcome! I have plenty of plots to choose from, but feel free to field your ideas as well.
- I don't have a list of pairings, but bring me yours! I've recently found I like stuff I didn't think I would. If you have a pairing you're dying to try, let's try to hammer out a scenario together!
- I love communication. If you can't post, have questions, need help, or even want to criticize what I wrote, speak up!
- Honesty and frankness are the best policy with me. I promise I won't get mad. If something's wrong, that means I need to git gud.
- Bailing does not bother me. If you bail on a roleplay and come back two months later with reply or something else, we can pick up without skipping a beat.
- I do not repeatedly solicit replies. My policy is to poke my partners one time about a week after our last contact.
- Steaminess in romance is awesome. Teasing is always fun as are third parties interrupting the moment!
- I would like your character to be able to do verbal repartee with mine. Aesthetics are a secondary here.
- Partners with initiative are great. Gimme something to work with every single post.
- Talking, acting, and fixing are the key. Plot focused roleplays should have romance, problem solving, and dialogue.
- Back and forth quips are great. If you like rping a tsundere, then this will work out perfectly.
- Faceclaims are always nice, but don't feel like you have to find one.
Notices
I currently have a spot open.
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Whether by debt, kidnapping, odd volunteering, or otherwise, YC is owned by a corporation for human testing of their products. She is assigned to a small department. A very small department. Like, one-mad-scientist-small department. He's a bit of an oddball, that one. He's constantly trying to develop new things, and the corporation only keeps him on the payroll on the off chance he actually makes something incredible, like he did before.
Maybe through a bit of gentle persuasion and some clever maneuvering, both characters can escape from under the thumb of the corporation!
As for what he has her testing...TBD
A witch hunter has found his prey and is bringing her back to the client. Unfortunately for him, she's quite irritating and talkative and perhaps a bit feisty. All he needs to do is bring her to the client so he can get paid. Hopefully they don't get close along the way back. He's got a super stoic and professional reputation to keep...
Technology has reached the point where individuals can seamlessly and easily change not only their bodily appearance through sophisticated bodysuits but also their natural personality via small subdermal chips near the temples. No need to put on makeup or get surgery when you're "naturally" that beautiful. No need to pretend you're someone you're not when you can just be that way "naturally." By preying on people's insecurities and isolation, several companies have managed to carve out market shares that both initially ignited and are now slaves' to people's infinite desire for perceived perfection. But of course none of it is real. Suits and chips need to be replaced due to wear and tear. Fads come and go. You need a multitude of physical appearances to be on top.
Enter YC: a beauty queen that has completely submerged into the culture of "self-pruning" as it's been called. Always ahead of what the masses find as appealing and vying for the adoration of everyone who looks upon her. Her dating life has left her jaded. Despite all of the men she's been with, it's always felt empty. One of her friends sets her up with a friend of friend. And he's utterly boring. He has never tried self-pruning, and he's not particularly interested in her escapades of doing so. However...she finds him just barely attractive enough and with a bit of interest in the novel experience of talking to a "genuine" person, that she's interested in another date.
Kind of a slice of life idea that is more about delving headfirst into hedonistic self-satisfaction or pulling one up from that life into something more genuine. There's also room for darker themes such as YC doubling down on pruning to try to seduce MC -
I keep these around to rotate them in and out over time.
YC is a beast-humanoid who lives as an outcast. Her people labelled her a pariah unjustly with little to no recourse. Suddenly, MC a hunter looking to increase his standing with the kingdom, makes an attempt on her life. Before she can deal the killing blow, she realizes she can use him. By converting the human, she can receive clemency from the elders and be welcomed back into the fold. Sure, it would require ruining his life and cursing him to be like her, but he deserves it for hunting her kind. And it's not like she could EVER care for him...right?
I'm thinking a bit of omegaverse, healthy dose of revenge drive, and some standard romcom bickering drama!This plot is very loosely formed at the moment. It's an non-humanxhuman pairing with a tribal/fantasy setting. MC is anti-social, monstrous, and exiled for a crime. YC is a human girl who somehow happens upon him and they clash. She is injured in the fight and begins the slow transformation into an anthro. After the initial clash, they are brought before the council where YC is judged innocent and MC guilty. The eldest member has a sense of humor and as punishment, give YC dominion over MC via an enchanted necklace.
Whether out of malice, vengeance, justice, or maybe even pity, YC decides to hang around and exercise her new powers, much to MC's frustration. However, as the transformation progresses, they become closer and begin to develop feelings for one another...Whether by fate, dumb luck, or the power of plotting, MC runs into a dying non-human. As her last act, she bequeaths upon him her mantle, which gives him her power and a form like hers. Very shortly after, MC is found by her entourage, which includes her sister YC. They are baffled why she would give the mantle to a human but decide to honor her wish and whisk him away to their domain where he can perform his new duties. The primary plots would be MC navigating the political landscape and YC enlisting his help to find out why her sister died.
There's a lot of variation for this. I originally envisioned this plot to be for mermaids, but I also thought it might be interesting for demons, werewolves, vampires, elves, fae, or even demigodsMC is a highly technician who lives on the outskirts of a dystopian city, close to where the city ends and nature begins. He approaches a chopshop for cheap parts only for the owner to display YC, a beaten, abused, and broken android previous tossed out by the local mob for poor performance. MC runs some short diagnostics and discovers she's still alive. With his heart moved to save her, he purchases her broken husk and brings her home with the intention of repairing both her body and software. Upon getting her back online, she decides to repay him by helping out around his shop.Got some versatility in this one. Either of us can play either character but I'd like the romance to be heterosexual.
A swordsman on a journey of revenge breaks his sword and goes to get it repaired at a blacksmith. Impressed with the blacksmith's work, he recruits him as his person sword smith, searching for a harder material to make the best sword and kill his target.
The Sacred Blacksmith and Tales of Berseria got me itching for this.The king is dead. Killed by the reaper. In his place, the eldest of three sons (MC) ascends the throne at a rather young age of 25. A puritan type, he wishes to scour his father's kingdom of the corruption he allowed to fester both in the legislation and in the moral values of the people.
YC is a life-long prostitute from a long line of whores (sucks to be YC ;-; ) that belongs to one of the most popular and lucrative brothels in the capital. Unbeknownst to the king, one of his more rebellious brothers has rented the services of the brothel for the reception party after his coronation (i.e. an excuse to get YC and mine in proximity). YC's boss has ordered YC to seduce the new king so that they can get a nice, steady paycheck.YC has joined the kingdom's premier military academy. Her merit has netted her a special opportunity to perform a diplomatic mission on behalf of the king. However, her colleagues are intensely jealous of her and sabotage her opportunity. The department is split on the matter and decides to give her another chance provided she work with someone of the different branch: MC. Unlike YC who has studied in the more prestigious and noble circles, MC has more practical training on the field and informs the department of any success or failure YC has on the mission.Humans and Liora (light elves) have allied together against the Drauknai (dark elves) to deal a decisive blow to their territorial influence. By pushing into the mountains, the light races sundered the dark empire and conquered vital territory. Due to the historical animosity between Drauknai and Liora, the Liora executed any stragglers who did not flee the conquest. Whether out of warped compassion or self-centered rationalization, the humans manage to bring back some drauknai slaves with the Liora none the wiser.
MC is a human commander who has returned from the battle for some well-earned rest and relaxation when he is gifted a slave as the spoils of war: YC. Despite their difference in status, they become closer. YC claims to be a princess thought dead. While he doesn't believe it, if it's true, returning her to her homeland would grant him a great amount of influence.Just cuz it's a pun don't mean shit. I've never read the books nor watch the series.
YC is the youngest of a royal family of sisters in an isolated kingdom. By tradition, the first daughter to be officially married by the church earns the crown. While she is the youngest of (5?) daughters, they are still miraculously unmarried. Two are engaged, but the weddings are still a ways off, and YC wishes to rise above her sisters. MC has been thrown into prison and is the cousin of one of the priests. As an exchange, YC agrees to release and cover up the debacle to preserve the priest's house's name, and MC agrees to marry her so that she can get the crown. It's not so simple though. The political atmosphere means she has challenged her sisters openly, and now she and her new fiance must sabotage her sisters' engagements to win the crown.
Or maybe just do away with all that nonsense and live a fairytale ending. He's quite handsome and gives good back massages after all...
MC is exploring the underground ruins of a lost civilization when he stumbles upon an ancient vessel. When he picks it up, an ancient spirit (AKA a genie AKA YC) issues forth and in exchange for releasing her from the confines of her prison, agrees to give him three wishes. After much careful thought, he settles on: escape from the underground ruins, always having enough money to buy what is for sale, and a life long companion to love and be loved by. Does it turn out good? Bad? Ugly? I don't know! You decide!
This plot probably has the most creative freedom for you as you get to decide how YC fulfills the wishes ahead of time. -
Generally speaking, we can agree on themes, ideas, and post frequency, but if we can't even look or read each other's posts without eye twitches, then it's just not gonna work. That said, even if we don't agree on much, if our styles are pleasing to the other, I think we can each make a story the other really enjoys! To that end, here are some writing samples over the past year or so. Each sample is from a different RP, and if you see the same name in different ones, it's because I recycle names a lot.
All at once, he could move normally. Had he broken the hold the man had over him? No, he was knocked to the ground sputtering painful groans with Marina standing over him. Cinaed took that moment to strike, drawing his sword and slashing one of the pirates' arms in one stroke. It wasn't deep enough to maim unfortunately, but it incapacitated the man long enough for the awning to come crashing down around him and two others. There was one pirate left, and he wouldn't relent. Cinaed backed up a step for some room then went forward again to add to the momentum of his heavy, downward stroke. This time, the blade rend its target; a deep gash from shoulder to spleen burst with blood and howls of pain. The rush of battle kept Cinaed glued in place, hyper sensitive to the scene until Marina grabbed his wrist and pulled him along towards the exit.
Right. We need to get out of here.
A bit obvious, but the thought came almost as a shock. He had been ready to kill the man, but that should have been a means to an end. The end being 'getting the hell out of there.' Marina almost shoved him out the door and barricaded it with a sword. No, that wouldn't hold them for long. Swords could handle lateral stress along the blade but not perpendicular to it. It would bend then shatter in seconds.
But Marina's chastisement brought heat to his face. He had risked his life to save hers, and this was the thanks he got? Well, he had screwed up in that endeavor. Clearly, Marina had saved him. Again. She hadn't been there when he returned, meaning she had managed to escape either on her own or with the help of the bouncers. It was hard to tell if she could have escaped without incapacitating the pirates someway, but also it was difficult to know if that was necessary. Of course, that wasn't why his own face flushed with anger.
"I admit I was foolish," he responded. "everything could have been smoother and without risk had I planned better. You are right; I needlessly risked my life and swords, and now I'm even more indebted to you. But that doesn't matter at the moment because..."
Cinaed walked close to her, leaned over, and glared at her. He spoke in a deathly calm whisper, "You are never to talk to me like that again. I don't care how indebted I am to you, you will not treat me as your inferior. Are we clear?"
Finally," he huffed. The walk had been hard on his legs. Maybe in the future, it would seem like child's play, but for now, he was grateful for the break. The sun's rays beat down on him incessantly, and his head steamed like a kettle. Being already (almost) naked, he immediately waded into the water with no hesitation. The cool water shocked his muscles for several seconds, but the sensation became pleasant as he dipped his head under. The sand at the bottom of the small river felt good between his toes. After a few minutes of relishing the sensation, he picked up some of the sand and brushed it against his skin lightly. It wasn't soap, but it would do. His skin prickled as he scrubbed his entire body. When he got to his waist, he hesitated for a moment. Luke bit his lip before stripping completely and tossing the loincloth onto a large rock.
If Theia didn't care about him being naked, there was little reason for him to care. Hell, if all of the amazons didn't care, then there was no reason at all. Besides, he didn't want to end up pale at the waist and darker everywhere else. Luke every nook and cranny he felt was caked in sand before moving onto his hair. The salt melted away, and whatever grime had encrusted onto his scalp came loose with some sand scrubbing. After several minutes, he emerged from the water feeling chipper. His skin was red from the sand and what had been under the pink paste, but it didn't hurt. Maybe he'd take another one with some actual soap, if they had any. Probably not. He doubted that they'd have pigs if they needed to hunt for meat. Luke glanced over at his clothes and decided against getting dressed. As he stood there naked, he looked up at Theia sunbathing. If she hadn't been so dense and crass before, he would have bet his life she was inviting him. Instead, he got a silly idea and went back into the pool nearby.
Suddenly, he grabbed an armful of water and splashed her, laughing like a schoolboy.
King Horace smiled warmly. "I must confess, Princes Cynthia, my brother has a habit of wanting to cause trouble. When he wished to marry you, I imagined he had found a wild maiden. You cannot begin to imagine the relief I feel upon meeting a refined young woman such as yourself."
Despite being only thirty, the stress of the throne had cursed the king with the shallow furrows of early wrinkles and lighter hair. He stepped off the dais along with his consort and held the princess' hand delicately. "Amelia and I pray that you can help set Trace on the right path. When he wants to do something, he throws his whole person behind it and doesn't waver. Even if that means- Trace!"
The younger royal casually slipped into the throne room both without procession or even a retainer. His hair was dark brown in contrast to the king's tawny color, and he looked more his age, what without the crown pressing upon his mind. Despite looking subdued and composed, his eyes burned with a mischievous spark, darting between the two guests and his brother & sister-in-law.
"Where have you been? We were to greet your fiance together." The king tried to hide his irritation in his voice unsuccessfully.
Trace shrugged. "I lost track of time admiring the portrait of mother."
"You mean tilting every painting in the main hallway 10 degrees."
A sharp cry of horror from one of the butlers echoed slightly from outside the throne room. Trace smirked. "Possibly."
Amelia bit her lip to hold back the laughter. Unlike Horace, she took Trace's pranks and jab in jest. She felt sorry for the butler, but she knew Horace would go crazy from monotony without Trace causing a bit of chaos, even if he never showed it.
"In any case," sighed the king, "your fiance."
Having never actually met the girl, he sized her up. As far as physical attractiveness, she was exceptional. But that was the least of his concerns. If she turned out to be like Horace, he would have to incessantly annoy her until she left. Of course, if she rather liked his activities, he foresaw a glorious future of driving his brother to distraction.
Unfortunately, judging by her retainer, he was almost certainly a stick in the mud. Perhaps Trace could convince the tin can to take a break? Or go home if possible?
"Ah, Cynthia! I shall give you a full tour of the castle while we get acquainted." He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and led her towards the door. "Let us start in the trophy hall..."
Horace was about to protest, knowing Trace would rearrange the displays, but Amelia gently grasped his hand shook her head, and he relented.
Azrael backstepped from the blow. Had she not given away her position, he'd have taken a blow to the side and that would be that. His instincts kept him alive as his legs sidestepped immediately after before his mind registered her second blow. Vera was fighting extra ferocious today. None of the pretense of the Infinite Cycle. She fought as if she would strike him down forever, never to return to the fight again. And he loved it. The risk of losing it all to the void only drove him harder to attain his goal.
"Good to see you, too, Vera," he replied after creating space. "To be honest, I thought that imp had sent me off on a wild goose chase. It appears you've been ratted out." Azrael slowly and lightly moved on his feet, keeping his lance angled towards his quarry but varied the precise angle with each step. While the new vigor in Vera's spirit excited him, he proceeded with caution. And a bit of levity. "We're alone here, not in front of our soldiers or officers. A perfect opportunity to speak openly, such as what exactly you are doing here all alone with no soldiers or officers to aid you."
"What the hell am I going to do..."
Trace stood in front of his window, the moon brightly shining. He looked over the city below, the collective fate of his people resting upon his inexperienced shoulders. Long ago, he had rebelled against his destiny, simply wanting to be an ordinary boy with an ordinary life. He had caused his father so much trouble back then. In fact, he and Felix had been quite close. Felix's antics probably called back to such an era of innocent boyhood. But what could Trace say? Whether he wanted to or not, fate would knock at the door and drag him kicking and screaming. Wanting to be king or not, he was supposed to be king. That in of itself was not particularly binding. No, what bound him was people's expectations. Some would be overjoyed to hear he would relinquish his crown. Others would be sad but ultimately allow him. However, many would fight his decision tooth and nail as their livelihoods depended on destiny playing out as it had been foretold. An ordinary man could afford to make his own decisions. A king could not. Even the most mundane of choices could affect people's lives in untold ways.
Such as leaving the party early. Trace didn't want to think about it, but his leaving would have sent a message, intended or not. People would run with it regardless. Elliot had previously advised him to simply let people do what they will, but he couldn't bear the undermining of his rule. His responsibility was to the people, and some noble trying to hollow out his authority for personal gain would not be tolerated. Of course, there were almost certainly a multitude of such people. And they would be filled by others if removed. At this rate, he'd probably lose his sanity. Perhaps Elliot was right. Within reason. Trace wasn't about to let Felix cavort around the castle with-
SLAM
Trace spun around towards the door. A well-dressed (though not modestly) red-haired woman stood against the door, breathing heavily. Despite her petite size, she had managed to shake some of the lighter parts of his study, like the porcelain flower Presea had given him last year that was now precariously close to the edge of his shelf. Trace rushed over to push it back in place before it fell. Once safely positioned, he turned to the woman with a degree of measured ire. "Who are you and what you doing in my study?"
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I try to tailor my characters to suit the roleplay, but I also like to recycle them to simplify my writing. So here is an overview of the various characters I play.
Below each description, I have added a more succinct description of their ethos. Similar to the classic Dungeons and Dragons alignment matrix, I use two measures: adherence to dogma (lawful to chaotic) and focus of actions (egoist to altruist)
Trace is Machiavellian in nature, manipulating people as a means to an end. His goals can be grand or simple; elaborate revenge or simply using ladies to sate him. If his heart opens up, he tends to view his love interest as a pet to be cared for. He can be a normal civilian or a ruler or anywhere in between.
Amos has a similar personality but is for magical plots as he is a warlock.
He is a Chaotic Egotist
A demon archetype. Violent and craving lust. Usually an incubus or the like. Corrupts the pure down to his level and/or makes the into a demon like him: insatiably lustful and wanting to corrupt those around them. More romantic bits would be similar to a Bonnie and Clyde relationship of raising hell.
Nozgog is the demon. Nazerthrim is a satyr, as you can tell.
He is a Chaotic Neutral.
Good guy Horace. Respectful even when it is unnecessary and looks at people as individuals despite being in a position of power. Headstrong and stubborn, he only wants to help those close to him. May have a hard time conveying that though as he gets angry when people cause him trouble. Woe to those who betray him.
He is a Lawful Altruist
Honor driven and focused. He wishes to remain independent or to serve a worthy master, one who has a gentle soul. Averse to leadership roles, he gravitates towards that of the protector and the support.
He is a Neutral Altruist.
Leopold is my shifter character. While not strictly a lion, he will comport himself in a regal manner regardless. He considers those who haven't proven themselves to be beneath him and expects his inferiors (that means you) to obey his commands. What did he do to deserve his authority? The king must be ready to defend his meal or mate from transgressors, and he shows no pity or remorse for such retaliation.
He is Lawful egotist.
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