Follow me into stardust | Writing Samples

[Altairis]

Hello and welcome to my storage! This is where I keep my writing samples and anything else that doesn't go inside my character threads <3 If you read my samples and want to roleplay with me, hit me up!

Note: Some of the ocs featured here don't belong to me! Some of them are also canon characters, and will be listed in the writing samples!

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"Come back into the good life, Lose these hazy love lies"​

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LOOKING FOR ROLEPLAYS: OPEN! Please PM me if you want to rp


ABOUT ME:

• NAME: Altair
• PRONOUNS: She/her
• TIMEZONE: PST
• AGE: 24 years old
• LGBTQ+ Friendly

• EXPERIENCE: Long time roleplayer, for around 10+ years. I'm also a Quotev refugee!
• POST LENGTH: 450+ words
• TIMEFRAME: Most commonly every other day. If irl responsibilities get in the way, it may take to 1-3 weeks to get back to you. But I'm generally good at responding back and will give you a head's up when I can!
• RPG RATING: 3-3-3

• COMMUNICATION: I enjoy plotting, sharing headcanons and chatting! If you prefer just writing, I'm also fine with that <3
• FC PREFERENCE: Perfectly fine with both realistic face claims and anime! I generally use realistic fcs.

LOOKING FOR:

• Double-ups or single. If single, I prefer playing the female/sub male role.
• 3rd person.
• Multi-para, I prefer 3 paragraphs tops, but I'll try to match your lines!
• Long-term roleplays
• Plots! I prefer having a storyline we can follow to help set the pace.

• I prefer being told if you're no longer interested in the rp, but I'm also ghost friendly <3

MESSAGE ME WITH:

• The name you go by
• Preferred pronouns
• The plot you want to roleplay, this can include your own storylines!
• Your character(s) you want to use, if already made.

WRITING SAMPLES:
Follow me into stardust | Storage

 

[Altairis]

Fandom: Original
Character: Alice Blanche
Concept: Vampire, Victorian era roleplay, double-up
Triggers: N/A

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If there was ever a moment to shine, this was it for Alice Blanche. Edward Bailey's ballroom made for the perfect stage, accentuated by the crystal chandeliers that hung on the ceiling, casting a golden glow across the polished wooden floor and guests. Alice was garnered in a white dress, adorned in a delicate lace that complimented her pale figure. Even more, it highlighted her dark purple eyes- a gift she inherited from her mother. She stood to the far side of the room, listening to the gentle murmurs of polite conversation that joined with the sweet tunes of music. She was clearly in her mid twenties, a touch younger than the cluster of women that surrounded her, starting idle chats in an obvious way to get in her good graces.

The Blanche family was carefully made through arranged marriages between people of high status. Her father, Edward Blanche, profited by renting his property to those would could afford it. Her mother's father, meanwhile, forged connections with small businesses, exploiting them once they were successful. The ones that failed, well, they were swept under the rug. To anyone familiar with her family name, they knew her family's extensive influence. Only a fool would pass the opportunity to gain favor with the Blanches for even a slim cut of their wealth. It was a fact Alice was well aware of as she navigated the social circle.

"Oh, Alice, your dress is simply exquisite," Cooed one lady from beside her, the stranger's gloved hand lightly touching the side of her gown, "Wherever did you get such a work of art?" Alice smiled, a beautiful thing that didn't reach her eyes, "Why, would you believe me if I said it came from a small business?" She places a hand to her chest, feigning an innocent look as she admires her gown, "My grandmother says we should give back to the community, and my family just adores the sight of small businesses succeeding. There's just something good about knowing we've helped nurture their growth." The ladies fawn over her act, and the conversation continues until the crowd slowly dwindles. After all, there were many nobles in the estate, and influence isn't gained by praising a single girl.

It's that opportune moment Alice feels eyes on her. She doesn't understand, but for once, she can feel a shiver roll down her spine- as if the small, instinctual part of her recognizes something dangerous. Something that Alice blindly ignores in favor of a more rational thought. After all, it was unsightly to appear paranoid in an estate full of people and prying eyes. It was only natural to feel eyes on her in such a place.
She thinks nothing of it as her gaze is inevitably pulled to the man who steps before her, his striking frame drawing her attention. Unlike the men wreathed in dark suits, he was cloaked in white- separating him from the others she's met at the soirée. Alice felt her breath catch in her throat as her eyes were naturally drawn to his, a beautiful lavender that shone brighter than hers. He was handsome, and a gentleman no less, as his soft lips pressed against the back of her taken hand. Erik Darlington.

His surname wasn't unheard of. For a woman of her stature, attending parties was common, and thus she heard the gossip that spread in such gatherings. He was a man of great renown, his musical talent the envy of the town. It was no wonder a man of his standing was invited to Mr. Bailey's soirée.

"It is an honor to make your acquaintance, Mr. Darlington," She responded, offering a smile in return as she gives a short curtsey. "My name is Alice Blanche, daughter of Edward and Beatrice Blanche." Her name lingers, a momentary silence to let her watch the man for any sign of familiarity to her status. As the only daughter of the immediate Blanche name, it was her job to secure her family's future.

Her surname alone should be of interest, and if that failed, it may require her to exert more effort to maintain his attention on her. Until Alice decided whether he was worthy of keeping her eyes in turn, that is. "If I may inquire, Mr. Darlington," Alice began, letting his name roll off her tongue in a honeyed tone, "to what do I owe the pleasure of your company this fine evening?"

 

[Altairis]

Character: Eyeless Jack
Fandom: Creepypasta
Concept: Creepypasta roleplay, double-up
Triggers: Violence / blood / profanity

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How could he have anticipated sweet, innocent Victoria, to be capable of fighting back? She never seemed the type. Shy, a bit of a pushover, and dependent. A sweet, innocent darling. She needed someone to follow, if her interactions with Elias were anything to go by. Maybe he should've paid closer attention to her blood- the blood that connected her to Elias. He'd been a fighter, someone that was chosen by the Operator, and it seemed his fighting spirit was passed onto his offspring. By the time Jack turned around, it'd already been too late. The soldering iron split open his skin and dove deep into his chest, burning him from the inside out. The searing pain radiated from his chest and spread throughout the rest of his body, causing him to stagger and hit his back against the wall.

It granted the woman enough room to slip by him and escape the bedroom. He couldn't even run after her. His hand wrapped around the handle of the makeshift weapon, a pained hiss escaping his lips. Jack slid down the wall until he sat on his legs. His body was hunched over itself, one of his arms bent on the ground while the other tried to yank the soldering iron out. Like his mind, his empty gaze also felt like it was seeing white- the pain blinding in every sense of the word. It was far different from the pain of being pierced by steel, the scorching heat of her weapon a testament to a new, unwelcome experience.

With a grunt, he managed to tear it out of his body and throw it across the room, away from him. Pained gasps heaved from his chest as his hands pressed into the soft flooring, keeping his upper body off the ground. It took a couple seconds for the man to regain his bearings, his dark, dark blood soaking into his shirt and hoodie. It was a good thing his hoodie was dark, the blood difficult to see besides a wet patch.

Anger blossomed in his chest, and so did something more. He'd never been attacked with a soldering iron before. Sweet, little Victoria managed to accomplish something he'd never seen another do in that retrospect. Perhaps it wouldn't have impressed him as much, had it been a tough guy or someone he expected to fight back. For Victoria to wield a unique weapon against him? Oh, how it made his dead heart flutter. There was still the vexation he felt, but he could also admire what she managed to do.

Jack forced himself off the ground, sliding a palm on his knee to help boost him to stand. Snapping his attention to the ajar door, the pain still throbbing in his chest, he ran. Any normal human would've been left on the floor, screaming and unable to do the feat he'd just done. Jack wasn't an ordinary human. Not anymore. He would not let his prey escape- he had a good track record of that, and he didn't want to end it now.

The sound of his boots colliding with the floor echoed in the dark halls and rooms of the large building as he ran. He didn't see where she went, but he could guess what her plan would be. "You're going to regret that." He called out, gripping the staircase handrail and walls as he maneuvered through the house and descended to the first floor. When Jack arrived, he caught the sight of Victoria so close to the door, his attention then snapping onto the foyer cabinet. He knew the keys were above it.

His fingers curled into fists as his rapid footsteps slowed into a predatory walk, the glass walls in the room making his shadow stretch far beyond him. She couldn't escape- she did not know he slashed the tires. Even if she decided to run for the cover of the forest, as stupid as that was, to reach the far-off town, it wouldn't work. The moment she ran to the car he'd already be on her.

 

[Altairis]

Character: Jeff the Killer
Fandom: Creepypasta
Concept: Creepypasta roleplay, double-up
Triggers: Violence / blood / profanity

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Hm. A part of him was irked at her claim that she could never love him, but he managed to reign that emotion in. For her. Instead, he opted to cock his head to the side, letting the shadows of the room cover his face as he stared at her. Unmoving. "It's too late for normalcy, don't you see? You're farther from normalcy than you've ever been." He needed her to know there was no going back. Her being away from him was just a... break, from the future she was meant to have. To be by his side, against the world that didn't know them as intimately as they knew each other.

Jeff points at her, a swell of pride hitting him in the chest, "You don't get to call what you did back there human instinct. Don't you think I would know?" He grins. Between the two of them, he would know the desperation of human survival. Fight or flight. Sometimes freeze, for the most pathetic victims. "What you did to Jack is not 'human instinct'. While I kindly escorted Jack out of town, we had a chat. He told me everything."

It was tough to rip the information out of Jack, but he wasn't disappointed when he and Smile managed to. The eyeless freak's pride was already stained by getting badly injured by a mortal, and Jeff made sure to rub salt in the wound by making him explain the event and his fuck-up. He learned more about Laura than he had thus far, and it made him excited.

"How many people 'running on instinct' keep a weapon on them after stabbing a guy? How many engage in conversation with their attacker, Laura?" He tsked her a couple times, wagging his finger and shaking his head. "I understand if you want to deny those. Some people chat out of nerves or to buy them time, right? And keeping a weapon on you gives you an edge on survival." He could dismiss it. Would that make her feel better about herself? Maybe, but he wasn't finished talking. For something as grand as this revelation, Jeff couldn't help but keep talking. "But, do you want to know the crucial detail that let me know your stunt wasn't 'natural human instinct'?" Jeff moves his index finger to point directly at her calf.

The one Jack and him once targeted. It was the best he could do, considering the man of the hour wasn't here himself. He hoped she knew what he was implying before he explained. What she did to Jack. "He told me you managed to knock him down. Made him wallow in his own pain after you stuck your fingers in his eye sockets. The weirdest part? You didn't run away the moment you had the chance." The grin on Jeff's face grew, like the cat that caught the canary.

The split on his cheeks seemed to make his smile wider, an unnatural cheshire's grin. "You knew you had the advantage, didn't you? You had power over your attacker. And what did you do? You satisfied the itch. Stabbed and twisted the blade in his calf." He laughed, his words holding nothing but pride and admiration for his beloved Laura.

He couldn't remember the last time a victim would immediately go on the offense before running. Many would immediately try to get as far away from their attacker as possible, because that's what your average joe does. Everybody loves a final girl, but nobody has what it takes. Except her, his beloved. "That's malicious intent, Laura. Not instinct. You could have stabbed him and ran if you felt so inclined. I could let that slide in your defense. But you twisted the knife, Laura. You wanted to hurt him as much as he hurt you."

He needed to drill his point into her head. Deny it all she wanted, but she had grown darker- exactly in the way he wanted for her. He needed her to understand that. "Do you know how much of a slippery slope that is? Because to me, it's not looking good in your favor."

 

[Altairis]

Fandom: Original
Character: Alex Hayes
Concept: Superhero x Supervillain, double-up
Triggers: Violence / blood / profanity

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*♦̮̑ɜܓ ALEX HAYES ❥
"You can never get 'em out of your head"
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As her superhero persona, one of the few things she truly hated was being powerless. Powerless to save somebody, to make a difference in the world, anything else along those lines. Her entire purpose was to help those who could not defend themselves, and yet here she stood, having to watch another man be killed by Capacitator. The thump of his body hitting the ground made her flinch, but the reflective light across her goggles hid the emotion. The swirling shadows bunched at her feet did move more frantically, though. She was ready to retort the villain's statement, that she had offered a truce he refused, but she couldn't. Not when a wave of electricity was sent out, aimed at the people.

Eclipse had seconds to react. "Shit." The hero ran, adrenaline pumping through her blood and provoking a jittery feeling in her hands and legs as she surged forward into the lobby. She didn't have time to focus on Capacitator- attacking him would risk the time she needed for the people. With her sight on them, she outstretched her hand forward and curled her fingers inward.

The shadows of the running hostages rose, forming pillars to block the incoming electricity. Instinctively, the hero proceeded to use the neighboring shadows nearby the people to fuel the pillars, making them wider to cover more ground to prevent as much of the incoming attack as she could. Her fingers ached, a source for her control on the shadows as more energy bled from her body to keep the dark pillars up.

She forgot the most important thing. The very thing Alex tried so desperately to avoid, during all this. In her instinct to protect, she had forgotten. The force of the electricity colliding with the shadows caused them to explode, pouring into a dark haze that covered the middle of the lobby. More strength was drained from Eclipse's body without her desire, fueling the dark storm of unholy powers. Flickers of crackling electricity surged through the darkness, forcing the shadows apart and snapping what control she had over them.

"No! Get down!" She shouted in alarm, watching the mass rapidly grow unstable. Alex's heart hammered in her chest as she entered the lobby. She was barely able to reach one man who hadn't gotten far, gripping his wrist and pulling him into her chest just as the storm collapsed. The chaotic outburst was massive, shards of shadows mixed with lighting bursting across the room in a terrifying display of raw power. For once, the damage could be seen on powerless people. The woman just passing the car was hit in the back, the electricity surging through her body until she was left a spasming mess on the ground. Two other people followed suit, the utter darkness of the storm making it difficult to navigate and allowing the electricity to run its course.

Their spasming ceased the moment they fell to the ground. Dead. The desks and surrounding décor were also hit in the blast, destroying the desks lining the lobby and cracking the tilted floor where the lightning struck. Windows shattered, and the lighting inside the room was extinguished as the storm destroyed the lights. In the mess of it all was Eclipse and a civilian. She was thrown back during the blast, curled protectively over the man as she slammed into the bank teller's desk. The wood buckled underneath the force, splintering as she fell through. Alex hissed as she felt the broken edge of wood cut her side, and a smaller cut on her arm.

The man was placed atop her during the fall, his back to her chest. Her arms let go, and the civilian scrambled to his feet as the storm dissipated. He barely spared her a glance before he ran for the exit, and Eclipse was too weak to form a barrier for him. She still had to use what little power for the shadows holding onto the infant. If the baby was still there in the alley.

A shudder worked through her system as she pushed herself to stand, fighting back the pain. She gripped her bleeding injury with a hand while her other clasped at the counter nearby to pull her up. Crimson blood soaked into the wood that had previously stabbed her, drips of it also on the floor. Alex couldn't afford to let herself lie down, not now, when the hero killer was still close by.