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KateBass
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Welcome to a World of Adventure and Mystery
Hi there! I'm Kate ^^ a fun, laid-back 22-year-old from EST time, and I'm on the hunt for a partner who's ready to dive into an immersive, high-fantasy open-world roleplay. Here's the twist: the world is an all-woman society after a mysterious event wiped out all men… except one. That's where you come in!
You'll play as the last surviving man in this medieval high-fantasy world, navigating through a land teeming with danger, treasures, and smutty adventures. Your character gets to shape the story, deciding what to seek, where to go, and whom to align with. Want to be a brave hero? A cunning rogue? A merciless conqueror? The choice is entirely yours.
While you have full creative freedom over your OC, I'll be creating and controlling all the NPCs, including the stunning women you'll meet along the way. These NPCs will include warriors, merchants, mystics, and even monsters. Some may fight you, and some may help you!
Here's a small taste of what's to come:
If this sounds like something you'd love to explore, shoot me a PM with a little info about your character idea! This roleplay is perfect for someone who enjoys freedom in storytelling, crafting a unique protagonist, and diving into a mysterious, smut-filled world.
Looking forward to hearing from you!
— KateBass
Hi there! I'm Kate ^^ a fun, laid-back 22-year-old from EST time, and I'm on the hunt for a partner who's ready to dive into an immersive, high-fantasy open-world roleplay. Here's the twist: the world is an all-woman society after a mysterious event wiped out all men… except one. That's where you come in!
You'll play as the last surviving man in this medieval high-fantasy world, navigating through a land teeming with danger, treasures, and smutty adventures. Your character gets to shape the story, deciding what to seek, where to go, and whom to align with. Want to be a brave hero? A cunning rogue? A merciless conqueror? The choice is entirely yours.
While you have full creative freedom over your OC, I'll be creating and controlling all the NPCs, including the stunning women you'll meet along the way. These NPCs will include warriors, merchants, mystics, and even monsters. Some may fight you, and some may help you!
Here's a small taste of what's to come:
The man woke to the scent of smoke and damp earth, his cheek pressed against the rough grain of a wooden floor. The room around him was dim, its air heavy with the faint tang of ale and cold iron. As he pushed himself upright, a dull ache pulsed through his head, the kind that muddled thoughts and blurred memories. He looked down at his hands, rough and calloused, and then to the sword lying beside him. Its hilt shimmered faintly in the dim light, the runes along its blade writhing like living things. He didn't know why it was there or why the sight of it filled him with equal parts dread and certainty.
He couldn't remember anything—not where he was, how he'd arrived, or even who he was. The only thing that lingered was a sense of profound loss, a void in his chest where his memories should have been.
The quiet murmur of voices broke his thoughts, pulling him to his feet. He swayed, the unfamiliar weight of the sword pulling at his arm as he gripped it instinctively.
A faint light spilled through the cracks of a heavy wooden door ahead, carrying with it the faint hum of a tavern: laughter, clinking mugs, and low whispers.
He stepped into the light cautiously, his movements deliberate and strained, like someone relearning how to walk. The room he entered was alive with the soft glow of lanterns and the chatter of women gathered at long wooden tables. They paused as he stepped through, their voices faltering into silence. Eyes turned toward him, wide and wary, like prey watching a predator step into the clearing.
The man's gaze swept over the room, catching on the figure behind the bar.
She stood tall, her long dark hair cascading over her shoulders in loose waves. Her blue-and-brown gown was well-worn but fitted, cinched at the waist by a leather belt. She was striking in her stillness, her sharp features illuminated by the golden glow of the lantern hanging beside her. Her eyes, cold and calculating, locked onto his like steel meeting flint.
"You're not supposed to exist," she said, her voice low and steady, cutting through the tense air. The room around them seemed to hold its breath.
The man opened his mouth, but no words came. He didn't know how to answer her, couldn't even begin to explain what he didn't understand himself.
She stepped out from behind the bar, her hands resting on the edges of the counter as though steadying herself. The weight of her gaze didn't falter as she approached, her boots clicking softly against the wooden floor.
"Where did you come from?" she asked, her tone demanding yet laced with something he couldn't quite place—fear, perhaps, or disbelief.
"I… don't know," he said finally, his voice rasping like it hadn't been used in years. "I don't remember anything."
The women in the room exchanged glances, murmurs rippling through the silence. Some edged away, their chairs scraping against the floor. Others whispered prayers under their breath, their eyes darting to the sword at his side.
The woman in the gown stopped a few paces from him, her head tilting slightly as she studied him. Her dark eyes flicked to the glowing runes on his blade, then back to his face.
"Do you have any idea what you've just walked into?" she asked, her voice dropping to a near whisper. "You shouldn't be here. Not you. Not after the Reckoning."
He frowned, the words stirring something faint and distant in his mind. "The… Reckoning?"
Her lips pressed into a thin line, and she glanced toward the door as though expecting someone—or something—to burst through it. Then, in a voice barely loud enough for him to hear, she said, "You need to leave. Now. Before they find you."
"Before who finds me?" he asked, but before she could answer, the door to the tavern slammed open. A gust of cold wind swept through the room, extinguishing the lanterns.
The whispers ceased. The air turned heavy. And the faint sound of armored footsteps echoed in the distance, growing louder. The man gripped his sword tighter, its runes glowing brighter in response, as the woman's voice broke the silence.
"Run."
He couldn't remember anything—not where he was, how he'd arrived, or even who he was. The only thing that lingered was a sense of profound loss, a void in his chest where his memories should have been.
The quiet murmur of voices broke his thoughts, pulling him to his feet. He swayed, the unfamiliar weight of the sword pulling at his arm as he gripped it instinctively.
A faint light spilled through the cracks of a heavy wooden door ahead, carrying with it the faint hum of a tavern: laughter, clinking mugs, and low whispers.
He stepped into the light cautiously, his movements deliberate and strained, like someone relearning how to walk. The room he entered was alive with the soft glow of lanterns and the chatter of women gathered at long wooden tables. They paused as he stepped through, their voices faltering into silence. Eyes turned toward him, wide and wary, like prey watching a predator step into the clearing.
The man's gaze swept over the room, catching on the figure behind the bar.
She stood tall, her long dark hair cascading over her shoulders in loose waves. Her blue-and-brown gown was well-worn but fitted, cinched at the waist by a leather belt. She was striking in her stillness, her sharp features illuminated by the golden glow of the lantern hanging beside her. Her eyes, cold and calculating, locked onto his like steel meeting flint.
"You're not supposed to exist," she said, her voice low and steady, cutting through the tense air. The room around them seemed to hold its breath.
The man opened his mouth, but no words came. He didn't know how to answer her, couldn't even begin to explain what he didn't understand himself.
She stepped out from behind the bar, her hands resting on the edges of the counter as though steadying herself. The weight of her gaze didn't falter as she approached, her boots clicking softly against the wooden floor.
"Where did you come from?" she asked, her tone demanding yet laced with something he couldn't quite place—fear, perhaps, or disbelief.
"I… don't know," he said finally, his voice rasping like it hadn't been used in years. "I don't remember anything."
The women in the room exchanged glances, murmurs rippling through the silence. Some edged away, their chairs scraping against the floor. Others whispered prayers under their breath, their eyes darting to the sword at his side.
The woman in the gown stopped a few paces from him, her head tilting slightly as she studied him. Her dark eyes flicked to the glowing runes on his blade, then back to his face.
"Do you have any idea what you've just walked into?" she asked, her voice dropping to a near whisper. "You shouldn't be here. Not you. Not after the Reckoning."
He frowned, the words stirring something faint and distant in his mind. "The… Reckoning?"
Her lips pressed into a thin line, and she glanced toward the door as though expecting someone—or something—to burst through it. Then, in a voice barely loud enough for him to hear, she said, "You need to leave. Now. Before they find you."
"Before who finds me?" he asked, but before she could answer, the door to the tavern slammed open. A gust of cold wind swept through the room, extinguishing the lanterns.
The whispers ceased. The air turned heavy. And the faint sound of armored footsteps echoed in the distance, growing louder. The man gripped his sword tighter, its runes glowing brighter in response, as the woman's voice broke the silence.
"Run."
If this sounds like something you'd love to explore, shoot me a PM with a little info about your character idea! This roleplay is perfect for someone who enjoys freedom in storytelling, crafting a unique protagonist, and diving into a mysterious, smut-filled world.
Looking forward to hearing from you!
— KateBass
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