AsBloodTurnsIceCold
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Mar 23, 2021
- Location
- The Void
Please PM me if interested with which thread you found me from [Male], [Female], [Non-Binary]
[Check here for writing samples]
> All of these have plots on request.
> Everything here is malleable. Don't be afraid to take something here and suggest something new to me.
> Will play mostly dominate roles if such role division is applied. I am not very good at playing submissive though I will play switch for those who have been my partners for some time if we get along, or if I like the idea enough.
> I Prefer longer rps with a greater balance of story to smut, and no interest in short-term plays.
> I'm a massive comics fan.
> I do not care about your actual gender, we're just here to have fun together right?
> Genres are not set, they just happen to be the general mood I wrote them in when I thought them up.
> Drawn faceclaims preferred
> I'm a big fan of Futanari and milfs. Just a little note about me.
> I have spurts of rapid response and taking some days to myself. I always come back but give me a poke.
> Best if you tell me your limits and what you want. I'm a simple sort with a lot of interests so I focus more on a partners wants and needs.
> My F-list (I really do suggest giving it a looksie)
Labels
[-] (( This will be used for roleplays where we each only use one character, standard))
[=] (( This means we both use two characters we can switch POVs between within the rp))
[E=] (( We both have three characters we switch between))
[*] (( One person in the roleplay has multiple characters they can switch between, or play at the same time while the other only has one!))
[Not set, can be changed these are just initial]
Plots - Pairings - Ideas
[Don't try to open all of these at the same time. They're not the same size.]
> Has small snippits that cover the plots I thought up at the time included for the first two in each category.
> Plots available for all of them if wanted.
> Listed as pairings because its easier for me to keep track of.
> Nothing outside of Expanded Plots is set in stone (and those are actually fairly flexible)
> Genre categories can also be proposed.
Warning:
Plots may be stupid conceptually. I was too lazy to change all of my pairings.
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Example one:
Hardly two months had passed him by. Hardly two months sense he left behind his kingdom, his family, his soldiers, his fate. Two months since he settled, on land which his people had been so cautious of. This Trident City as they called it had become his new home far less mighty than that of Atlantis, but a marvel in its own right. This city forged by the hands of surface dwellers did carry its charms, though these charms be much less elegant than his own home. It had been two months since he walked up from the deep, breaking away from common Atlantean reclusion. He braved the air and made his way into Trident, braved his way into a kingdom away from his own kingdom. His being on land did not lessen his status, for someone with power within the ocean, help power everywhere. Someones whose home was the ocean, held home everywhere...but it sure was hard to feel that way. In the two months that the Atlantean had risen from the depths he had secured a fairly nice home, or well...his family had made prior arrangements for him. He lived on the beaches, a nice mansion and everything so that he might be as close to the sea as possible. He managed to gain himself a job, a job at an aquarium due to his aquatic nature and ability to truly manage the animals where simple surface dwellers could not. He familiarized himself with the various human languages where he previously only knew of the ancient tongues and outer tongues. However, he still had adjustments to make.
Sitting within the glass that the surface dwellers looked into Crispin had been speaking to turtles. The stares he received hardly bothered him. The aquarium was comforting, surrounded by creatures he had contact with on a daily basis. Their words were not vocal, but mental..a language only the aquatic creatures really shared. They spoke on the human, the turtles explaining to him, as others have, what they had observed of humans during their lives. They were not bad creatures, noisy yes...but they were far from bad it seemed. Crispin told them of happening within the ocean that he would sense, and of news he would get on occasion though they did not always understand, but were happy to hear the tales. He enjoyed this time every day, once he finished his actual duties..he would relax and speak. He would sometimes even converse with less water-inclined though often they asked about his appearance, who he was, what he was doing, and other questions. He understood why of course as Atlanteans did not really interact with the rest of humanity. He himself was a bit of a rare case amongst them and so it brought question.
Realizing that it was time to leave he crawled his way out of the tank, wet, wearing little but the fairly tight pants he normally always wore, at least now that he was on the surface. He picked his trident up from his locker and left work.
He made his way from the aquarium a bit before nine and began to try and make his way home, but as he walked he began to notice the situation change and the city became unsettled. However, having been through a war, Crispin did his best to simply ignore it. Surface squabbles were out of his hands and unimportant to him. He continued to try and make his way home despite how violent and cruel people seemed to grow. He could hear the nearby reports of some syndicate causing trouble for everyone, but it hardly concerned him for now, at least until he saw a young woman and her little brother being threatened by thugs. A small sigh, a shake of his head...the atlanteans honor could not simply let this come to pass. He could deal with the looting, the vandalism and the like, but he could hardly stand by and watch innocent come to harm. He made his way over slamming his staff on the ground as sparks flew from the bottom, a result of the magically enchanted metal. The men looking to him, all staring at the strange blue man who caught their attention, but instead of some heroic speech or whatnot all they revived was "Leave." Crispin's voice impossibly deep despite his fairly gentle appearance. His red eyes scanned them, his face stern. He had no fear of simple people such as this. It appeared however that they had no fear either and one drew a gun and pointed it at him.
Crispin only raised a brow, unfamiliar with such a device, at least of human make, until he heard a pop. Something impacted against his blue flesh and slightly moved his head. There were shocked looks and terrified glances as he reached up to pull away the crushed metal. He observed it "Curious." he dropped the destroyed bullet to the ground as he raised his trident, its tips glowing as he pointed it at the man a beam of energy emerging from its tips. They slammed into the man, doing serious damage, nearly caring away the hand that held the gun, burning it with pure raw magic. The Atleantean shot a ball, this time it had the effect of being a more concussive blast as it exploded, sending the man and his companions flying. Outcold.
He made his way over to the young woman and the young boy and nodded "Get home safety. The barbarians own the night." he then moved on, walking on. This was strange, he knew there was crime, but were the warriors here not trained well enough to handle a few minor threats?
He heard and saw an explosion in the distance, a curiosity overtook him. This act was not normal for such meager threats. He advanced towards it, like a warrior ready to go to war his eyes were steeled, his heart was pumping in anticipating. His grip on The SeaFang was strong. Neptune aid these fools. he called to his god.
He stumbled upon a scene of a man currently threatening a girl with red hair, claiming that he was a god and that he would punish her. He could tell this man was no good man, and it hardly seemed as though the girl had done anything...her eyes held a nervousness in them. She seemed innocent. His eyes narrowed as he stepped forward "Paltry creatures such as yourself should not compare themselves to gods. It is insulting." he spoke, his tone neither friendly nor aggressive, but it did seem to be a slight tinge of annoyance backing it. He stood a bit away from Keliah, but it was clear he was not here to attack her "The only ones who compares themselves to gods are misguided villains and the gods themselves. I do not think you are the latter." he looked around to see slain innocence. He could not let the villain who did this simply escape, it was against his own code. He brought himself into it rather than ignore it, now he had to do something about it.
Example Two:
Alva stirred gently in bed even as Alex moved. The fake being hadn't minded much when Alex came to its home with news of the sad fate that had befallen his marriage. Alva willing offered to share its bed, its home with the reaper who had visited many times before. It was honestly like Alex had the home to himself when he was there, for the simulacrum was a quiet being. It was always willing to offer word and comfort to the reaper, never a suspicious or inconvenienced expression gracing its gentle face.
She (As what Alex saw her) would slowly sit up in her bed. Her dull white eyes slowly scanning the room until she caught sight of Alex on the opposite side, phone in hand pondering over his situation. The simulacrum did not bother him, instead rising from her own bed and to her dresser which she opened slowly. Alva did feel terrible about it, but it was not her feelings that mattered here. She was designed to help people, to take their pain and bear it all on her shoulders and yet...she only added to his. She wished she was able to console him, but the way she was it was hard to afford words that carried the emotion Alex needed.
They carried their attire, and their self to their bathroom where they took care of their appearance, their hygiene, and dressed for the day. Alva stared into the mirror, looking past their own nonspecific visage to the crack in the bathroom door to the bedroom. Silent. It was something Alva was used to but they were not quite used to it being so silent with another around. It wasn't a peaceful silence, but a pained one. Alva knew Alex was not a bad man. A bad man did not hurt like he did, but like them...he was slave to himself. They did nothing to help that. Looking at the eyes staring back at them they let out a small sigh.
Once things were done, they cleaned the shower briefly though they rarely had filth to wash off so the job was easy, they stepped out and made their way to the entrance of the bedroom. Alva looked back to the solemn figure, her eyes scanning him up and down. Longing for his wife to return to him, to at least exchange words with him about where they go. Alva had seen it many times, and she had been the other woman many times. She was always the other woman, always the knife. It was inevitable of course, but she was involved.
She gently rapped on the white wood frame to catch his attention. She nodded "I will be preparing breakfast. I...you are free to join me." she offered him. It would be the first time she really cooked for him if he really did feel the need to join "My house is your home so long as you need." she said, her tone gentle and soothing as he may have always heard it. She wondered when he might vent, when he might break....but for now she was content to play the host, the friend, the doll. She was always ready to be whatever it took to help, especially with someone she had finally gotten to call a friend.
The androgynous creation made its way downstairs and to its kitchen where it would begin to prepare a meal for them both. Breakfast was simple, probably not as luxurious as Alex preferred. The thing was a simple creature itself and lived simply so breakfast reflected this though it could make a simple thing heavenly. Eggs, toast, juice though they had their own orange juice , homemade jam, ham or bacon. They figured they would be done by the time Alex decided to come down.
Example Three:
It hadn't been their first contact with this...small species. Advanced enough to reach the stars, but still fledgling they had foolishly sent a crew out on a scouting missions....and that is when they first struck. They found them a curious race. Hardy. Intelligent. Their qualities made them good pets, better breeders, and by their own measure decent warriors. They couldn't keep them and instead sent them back with broken memories and subtle allegiance. That is when they became aware of Earth and its people, and the value they might have. They slowly infiltrated, sleepers here and there primed for the hunt. A takeover. The Crius they were being called by those they had sent back, but they were not believed. Mankind was foolish and confident in their superiority.
This small cargo ship had wandered further into their space. They were familiar with the type, though not the model. Humanity was not the first species they had ever infiltrated, not the first they had conquered. They would be added to the list, but they were not the type of open war. That was wasteful and useless, they preferred subversion. Enslavement. Man had weapons, but they didn't have the tools needed to stop such tactics, no way to detect their race. They were open to various methods. A small party had been sent to capture this cargo vessel, and they would meet with others for the military vessel it was set to meet with later.
The advance party would take over the crew fully and use time for research. The first few had a brilliant idea to take a lonely woman. She had obvious knowledge of the ship, access to its weak points. Some were invisible and a few were blended in. These weak forms were not to their liking, but it'd be necessary for now. Those tailing the electrician however, settled for their cloaking tech. One of them had severed the power to their human eatery knowing this one would go for it alone. They had done some watching...she was perfect initial prey.
Efficient, but she seemed to have some sort of sense for danger. Cute. They were quiet hunters, using advanced material to blunt any sound their large frames made they would not be seen except in small shimmers impossible to spot in the darkness area, hard enough for even the most trained eyes. They followed her deeper in....until they felt it was time to strike.
One of them popped down in front of her, forcing her to hit what would feel like a brick wall she could hardly see. The other two moved behind her, cutting off her exit. They wanted to toy around a bit....enjoy the first capture. The first would de-cloak to reveal itself. It was a damn near 9 foot tall mass of muscle. It was wearing armor, that occasionally gave way to skin. A face that was somewhat bestial like a lions, and sporting mean golden eyes. And he was looking right at her.
Example Four:
Nothing took ones mind off the crushing monotony of peace than the constant training of ones mind. Training by the beach was satisfying, the runs were long and the swims could be harsh but it provided a scenic training ground. The presence of other souls on the beach meant little, but with the weather so uncharitable the handsome warrior found himself solitary. His feet carried him across sand wet with surging sea and falling drops. His hair pulled back so as to avoid clinging to his face. It was a gloomy day, but not even the grey clouds could cast a shado on the old warriors ethereal glow. He had fought wars in hurricanes, slain beasts in the donpour, and made love in the storms of godly rage. The white shirt clinging to his well earned musculature would have only provided the few passer-bys with a wonderful show.
He loved the run, but he was soon brought to a half nearest the rocks as the moddern device in his pocket vibrated suddenly. He had received a call from a rather interesting figure that had come into his purview during one of his shifts at the salon. A meeting at the Starfish, another round of drinks. Standoffish as she could be, she made for a phenomenal drinking partner and a wonderful partner in bed. He smiled gently at the faily glowing screen. That was the proper way to cap off training.
Once the dates time was set he moved to the next portion of his simple training. The short, golden blade hanging off his hip was gripped in hand. He made note of the time and soon began to swing. Practiced. Direct. The golden blade cleaved the air, striking droplets before being drawn back. It, too, as a perfect companion. It had seen him through these many storms and served as a wonderful conversation piece. He practiced these swings until his mind came to his date. He was aware of its encroaching call and began to make his way there when that sultry voice greeted him. He could never say no to hearing those tones speaking to him even over that device he was non-too fond of.
"Five minutes."
"Two." upping the ante, but by the the the time the fox had decided to grace his ears with her voice he was already on his way. What gentlemen arrived on time? Only a fool came late to meet a lady. He pressed forard to arrive with expedience.
He began to jog, blade swinging lightly off his hips as he set off at a leisurely pace. He timed himself, pushed, and within that time he had set and the clock had ticked down to a minute thirty his hand was on the door and opened. The word of a warrior needed to be iron clad, and Etana was a warrior to his core. He found the sweet smell a success, but even more so was the vision of his drinking partner, beautiful beyond belief that mystical woman "A gentlemen like myself shows up earlier than he says he will especially when a lady is calling." answering a question he had not heard. Humble figure as he as he didn't choose to dell instead moving with triumpth and purpose at haivng exceeded his own works. He only calmed to exchange a knowing smile with his companion. No doubt she was charmed by his antics, but more so he found her gaze intoxicating. He took in all of her, before turning somewhat towards the bar and relaxing.
His appearance was par for the course, a creature of pride as revealed by his own stories. His white hair flowing freely, his toned body on display from the confines of an opened shirt. The pants were clean despite his activities and the shoes comfy. His belt had his trust companion lingering off it, bouncing gently with the move but easily within reach should he needed it. He was rarely without his weapon, even when certain venues necessitated one of a different sort.
He took his seat next to the darling Vixen and took her hand, placing a gentle kiss on it "It is good to see you again." he said before looking to the bartender "Beer. Just keep them coming it'll be awhile before it starts to make a difference." wasn't in the mood for elegance but company. Beer was good for company.
Hardly two months had passed him by. Hardly two months sense he left behind his kingdom, his family, his soldiers, his fate. Two months since he settled, on land which his people had been so cautious of. This Trident City as they called it had become his new home far less mighty than that of Atlantis, but a marvel in its own right. This city forged by the hands of surface dwellers did carry its charms, though these charms be much less elegant than his own home. It had been two months since he walked up from the deep, breaking away from common Atlantean reclusion. He braved the air and made his way into Trident, braved his way into a kingdom away from his own kingdom. His being on land did not lessen his status, for someone with power within the ocean, help power everywhere. Someones whose home was the ocean, held home everywhere...but it sure was hard to feel that way. In the two months that the Atlantean had risen from the depths he had secured a fairly nice home, or well...his family had made prior arrangements for him. He lived on the beaches, a nice mansion and everything so that he might be as close to the sea as possible. He managed to gain himself a job, a job at an aquarium due to his aquatic nature and ability to truly manage the animals where simple surface dwellers could not. He familiarized himself with the various human languages where he previously only knew of the ancient tongues and outer tongues. However, he still had adjustments to make.
Sitting within the glass that the surface dwellers looked into Crispin had been speaking to turtles. The stares he received hardly bothered him. The aquarium was comforting, surrounded by creatures he had contact with on a daily basis. Their words were not vocal, but mental..a language only the aquatic creatures really shared. They spoke on the human, the turtles explaining to him, as others have, what they had observed of humans during their lives. They were not bad creatures, noisy yes...but they were far from bad it seemed. Crispin told them of happening within the ocean that he would sense, and of news he would get on occasion though they did not always understand, but were happy to hear the tales. He enjoyed this time every day, once he finished his actual duties..he would relax and speak. He would sometimes even converse with less water-inclined though often they asked about his appearance, who he was, what he was doing, and other questions. He understood why of course as Atlanteans did not really interact with the rest of humanity. He himself was a bit of a rare case amongst them and so it brought question.
Realizing that it was time to leave he crawled his way out of the tank, wet, wearing little but the fairly tight pants he normally always wore, at least now that he was on the surface. He picked his trident up from his locker and left work.
He made his way from the aquarium a bit before nine and began to try and make his way home, but as he walked he began to notice the situation change and the city became unsettled. However, having been through a war, Crispin did his best to simply ignore it. Surface squabbles were out of his hands and unimportant to him. He continued to try and make his way home despite how violent and cruel people seemed to grow. He could hear the nearby reports of some syndicate causing trouble for everyone, but it hardly concerned him for now, at least until he saw a young woman and her little brother being threatened by thugs. A small sigh, a shake of his head...the atlanteans honor could not simply let this come to pass. He could deal with the looting, the vandalism and the like, but he could hardly stand by and watch innocent come to harm. He made his way over slamming his staff on the ground as sparks flew from the bottom, a result of the magically enchanted metal. The men looking to him, all staring at the strange blue man who caught their attention, but instead of some heroic speech or whatnot all they revived was "Leave." Crispin's voice impossibly deep despite his fairly gentle appearance. His red eyes scanned them, his face stern. He had no fear of simple people such as this. It appeared however that they had no fear either and one drew a gun and pointed it at him.
Crispin only raised a brow, unfamiliar with such a device, at least of human make, until he heard a pop. Something impacted against his blue flesh and slightly moved his head. There were shocked looks and terrified glances as he reached up to pull away the crushed metal. He observed it "Curious." he dropped the destroyed bullet to the ground as he raised his trident, its tips glowing as he pointed it at the man a beam of energy emerging from its tips. They slammed into the man, doing serious damage, nearly caring away the hand that held the gun, burning it with pure raw magic. The Atleantean shot a ball, this time it had the effect of being a more concussive blast as it exploded, sending the man and his companions flying. Outcold.
He made his way over to the young woman and the young boy and nodded "Get home safety. The barbarians own the night." he then moved on, walking on. This was strange, he knew there was crime, but were the warriors here not trained well enough to handle a few minor threats?
He heard and saw an explosion in the distance, a curiosity overtook him. This act was not normal for such meager threats. He advanced towards it, like a warrior ready to go to war his eyes were steeled, his heart was pumping in anticipating. His grip on The SeaFang was strong. Neptune aid these fools. he called to his god.
He stumbled upon a scene of a man currently threatening a girl with red hair, claiming that he was a god and that he would punish her. He could tell this man was no good man, and it hardly seemed as though the girl had done anything...her eyes held a nervousness in them. She seemed innocent. His eyes narrowed as he stepped forward "Paltry creatures such as yourself should not compare themselves to gods. It is insulting." he spoke, his tone neither friendly nor aggressive, but it did seem to be a slight tinge of annoyance backing it. He stood a bit away from Keliah, but it was clear he was not here to attack her "The only ones who compares themselves to gods are misguided villains and the gods themselves. I do not think you are the latter." he looked around to see slain innocence. He could not let the villain who did this simply escape, it was against his own code. He brought himself into it rather than ignore it, now he had to do something about it.
Example Two:
Alva stirred gently in bed even as Alex moved. The fake being hadn't minded much when Alex came to its home with news of the sad fate that had befallen his marriage. Alva willing offered to share its bed, its home with the reaper who had visited many times before. It was honestly like Alex had the home to himself when he was there, for the simulacrum was a quiet being. It was always willing to offer word and comfort to the reaper, never a suspicious or inconvenienced expression gracing its gentle face.
She (As what Alex saw her) would slowly sit up in her bed. Her dull white eyes slowly scanning the room until she caught sight of Alex on the opposite side, phone in hand pondering over his situation. The simulacrum did not bother him, instead rising from her own bed and to her dresser which she opened slowly. Alva did feel terrible about it, but it was not her feelings that mattered here. She was designed to help people, to take their pain and bear it all on her shoulders and yet...she only added to his. She wished she was able to console him, but the way she was it was hard to afford words that carried the emotion Alex needed.
They carried their attire, and their self to their bathroom where they took care of their appearance, their hygiene, and dressed for the day. Alva stared into the mirror, looking past their own nonspecific visage to the crack in the bathroom door to the bedroom. Silent. It was something Alva was used to but they were not quite used to it being so silent with another around. It wasn't a peaceful silence, but a pained one. Alva knew Alex was not a bad man. A bad man did not hurt like he did, but like them...he was slave to himself. They did nothing to help that. Looking at the eyes staring back at them they let out a small sigh.
Once things were done, they cleaned the shower briefly though they rarely had filth to wash off so the job was easy, they stepped out and made their way to the entrance of the bedroom. Alva looked back to the solemn figure, her eyes scanning him up and down. Longing for his wife to return to him, to at least exchange words with him about where they go. Alva had seen it many times, and she had been the other woman many times. She was always the other woman, always the knife. It was inevitable of course, but she was involved.
She gently rapped on the white wood frame to catch his attention. She nodded "I will be preparing breakfast. I...you are free to join me." she offered him. It would be the first time she really cooked for him if he really did feel the need to join "My house is your home so long as you need." she said, her tone gentle and soothing as he may have always heard it. She wondered when he might vent, when he might break....but for now she was content to play the host, the friend, the doll. She was always ready to be whatever it took to help, especially with someone she had finally gotten to call a friend.
The androgynous creation made its way downstairs and to its kitchen where it would begin to prepare a meal for them both. Breakfast was simple, probably not as luxurious as Alex preferred. The thing was a simple creature itself and lived simply so breakfast reflected this though it could make a simple thing heavenly. Eggs, toast, juice though they had their own orange juice , homemade jam, ham or bacon. They figured they would be done by the time Alex decided to come down.
Example Three:
It hadn't been their first contact with this...small species. Advanced enough to reach the stars, but still fledgling they had foolishly sent a crew out on a scouting missions....and that is when they first struck. They found them a curious race. Hardy. Intelligent. Their qualities made them good pets, better breeders, and by their own measure decent warriors. They couldn't keep them and instead sent them back with broken memories and subtle allegiance. That is when they became aware of Earth and its people, and the value they might have. They slowly infiltrated, sleepers here and there primed for the hunt. A takeover. The Crius they were being called by those they had sent back, but they were not believed. Mankind was foolish and confident in their superiority.
This small cargo ship had wandered further into their space. They were familiar with the type, though not the model. Humanity was not the first species they had ever infiltrated, not the first they had conquered. They would be added to the list, but they were not the type of open war. That was wasteful and useless, they preferred subversion. Enslavement. Man had weapons, but they didn't have the tools needed to stop such tactics, no way to detect their race. They were open to various methods. A small party had been sent to capture this cargo vessel, and they would meet with others for the military vessel it was set to meet with later.
The advance party would take over the crew fully and use time for research. The first few had a brilliant idea to take a lonely woman. She had obvious knowledge of the ship, access to its weak points. Some were invisible and a few were blended in. These weak forms were not to their liking, but it'd be necessary for now. Those tailing the electrician however, settled for their cloaking tech. One of them had severed the power to their human eatery knowing this one would go for it alone. They had done some watching...she was perfect initial prey.
Efficient, but she seemed to have some sort of sense for danger. Cute. They were quiet hunters, using advanced material to blunt any sound their large frames made they would not be seen except in small shimmers impossible to spot in the darkness area, hard enough for even the most trained eyes. They followed her deeper in....until they felt it was time to strike.
One of them popped down in front of her, forcing her to hit what would feel like a brick wall she could hardly see. The other two moved behind her, cutting off her exit. They wanted to toy around a bit....enjoy the first capture. The first would de-cloak to reveal itself. It was a damn near 9 foot tall mass of muscle. It was wearing armor, that occasionally gave way to skin. A face that was somewhat bestial like a lions, and sporting mean golden eyes. And he was looking right at her.
Example Four:
Nothing took ones mind off the crushing monotony of peace than the constant training of ones mind. Training by the beach was satisfying, the runs were long and the swims could be harsh but it provided a scenic training ground. The presence of other souls on the beach meant little, but with the weather so uncharitable the handsome warrior found himself solitary. His feet carried him across sand wet with surging sea and falling drops. His hair pulled back so as to avoid clinging to his face. It was a gloomy day, but not even the grey clouds could cast a shado on the old warriors ethereal glow. He had fought wars in hurricanes, slain beasts in the donpour, and made love in the storms of godly rage. The white shirt clinging to his well earned musculature would have only provided the few passer-bys with a wonderful show.
He loved the run, but he was soon brought to a half nearest the rocks as the moddern device in his pocket vibrated suddenly. He had received a call from a rather interesting figure that had come into his purview during one of his shifts at the salon. A meeting at the Starfish, another round of drinks. Standoffish as she could be, she made for a phenomenal drinking partner and a wonderful partner in bed. He smiled gently at the faily glowing screen. That was the proper way to cap off training.
Once the dates time was set he moved to the next portion of his simple training. The short, golden blade hanging off his hip was gripped in hand. He made note of the time and soon began to swing. Practiced. Direct. The golden blade cleaved the air, striking droplets before being drawn back. It, too, as a perfect companion. It had seen him through these many storms and served as a wonderful conversation piece. He practiced these swings until his mind came to his date. He was aware of its encroaching call and began to make his way there when that sultry voice greeted him. He could never say no to hearing those tones speaking to him even over that device he was non-too fond of.
"Five minutes."
"Two." upping the ante, but by the the the time the fox had decided to grace his ears with her voice he was already on his way. What gentlemen arrived on time? Only a fool came late to meet a lady. He pressed forard to arrive with expedience.
He began to jog, blade swinging lightly off his hips as he set off at a leisurely pace. He timed himself, pushed, and within that time he had set and the clock had ticked down to a minute thirty his hand was on the door and opened. The word of a warrior needed to be iron clad, and Etana was a warrior to his core. He found the sweet smell a success, but even more so was the vision of his drinking partner, beautiful beyond belief that mystical woman "A gentlemen like myself shows up earlier than he says he will especially when a lady is calling." answering a question he had not heard. Humble figure as he as he didn't choose to dell instead moving with triumpth and purpose at haivng exceeded his own works. He only calmed to exchange a knowing smile with his companion. No doubt she was charmed by his antics, but more so he found her gaze intoxicating. He took in all of her, before turning somewhat towards the bar and relaxing.
His appearance was par for the course, a creature of pride as revealed by his own stories. His white hair flowing freely, his toned body on display from the confines of an opened shirt. The pants were clean despite his activities and the shoes comfy. His belt had his trust companion lingering off it, bouncing gently with the move but easily within reach should he needed it. He was rarely without his weapon, even when certain venues necessitated one of a different sort.
He took his seat next to the darling Vixen and took her hand, placing a gentle kiss on it "It is good to see you again." he said before looking to the bartender "Beer. Just keep them coming it'll be awhile before it starts to make a difference." wasn't in the mood for elegance but company. Beer was good for company.
The Basics:
> All Genders are completely changeable (I have a preference for playing Futanari)> All of these have plots on request.
> Everything here is malleable. Don't be afraid to take something here and suggest something new to me.
> Will play mostly dominate roles if such role division is applied. I am not very good at playing submissive though I will play switch for those who have been my partners for some time if we get along, or if I like the idea enough.
> I Prefer longer rps with a greater balance of story to smut, and no interest in short-term plays.
> I'm a massive comics fan.
> I do not care about your actual gender, we're just here to have fun together right?
> Genres are not set, they just happen to be the general mood I wrote them in when I thought them up.
> Drawn faceclaims preferred
> I'm a big fan of Futanari and milfs. Just a little note about me.
> I have spurts of rapid response and taking some days to myself. I always come back but give me a poke.
> Best if you tell me your limits and what you want. I'm a simple sort with a lot of interests so I focus more on a partners wants and needs.
> My F-list (I really do suggest giving it a looksie)
Labels
[-] (( This will be used for roleplays where we each only use one character, standard))
[=] (( This means we both use two characters we can switch POVs between within the rp))
[E=] (( We both have three characters we switch between))
[*] (( One person in the roleplay has multiple characters they can switch between, or play at the same time while the other only has one!))
[Not set, can be changed these are just initial]
Plots - Pairings - Ideas
[Don't try to open all of these at the same time. They're not the same size.]
> Has small snippits that cover the plots I thought up at the time included for the first two in each category.
> Plots available for all of them if wanted.
> Listed as pairings because its easier for me to keep track of.
> Nothing outside of Expanded Plots is set in stone (and those are actually fairly flexible)
> Genre categories can also be proposed.
Warning:
Plots may be stupid conceptually. I was too lazy to change all of my pairings.
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