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Hi.
Who I am
I'm Raven, and I'm a detailed, literate, paragraph roleplayer who only RP's over AIM and/or YIM. Picky, I know, and to be even pickier I'd appreciate it if the people who contacted me were only female roleplayers looking to play female characters. All of the above is just how I am, and sorry in advance to whoever it may exclude. There are plenty of other roleplayers for you to enjoy =D
Who I'd like you to be
I would like you to also be a detailed, literate, paragraph (or at least semi-para) roleplayer who is interested in RPing over AIM and/or YIM. Also, while I am looking for plot, that doesn't mean the story has to lack on sex appeal! I like kinky stuff, so do my characters, so if all you like is light vaginal penetration with some kissing afterwards, then I'm not the guy for you.
My Kinks
Limits
Meh. No boy on boy sex and we're good.
Plots
I'm looking for a female to play with my Dark Elf character, Eldacar. He's not ruled by a matriarchal society, he's part of an off-shoot Drow or generic Dark Elf clan that's kind of thrown that off. He's a very fit, athletic Dark Elf man, with a passionate temperment at odds with the (normally) cold places I put him. He boasts that his seed tastes like cinnamon and his whores can't get enough of it. Eldacar is dark, exotic, prone to vice, and is the Prince of a small nation of Dark Elves and their thralls. Sometimes the sole leader, sometimes merely one Prince out of many, all sons of his father the redoubtable Lord Castamir. Below you will find some of my writing about Eldacar, to whet your appetite. I'm totally up for collaboration in terms of the exact plot, setting, and all of that. Please, contact me, and we'll work something out.
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The air was frigid, a cruel wind blowing across the icy plains of Narada. But then, that was nothing new. A camp of two dozen men were huddled around their fires, wrapped in their armor and their furs with frost issuing from their mouths with every breath.
"Bugger the patrol..." one sentry whispered to his friend, not too loud though. Didn't want the boss-man to hear, or else he wouldn't have any pointy ears left to freeze off. They were watching a dark shape approaching from the South, a black man upon a black horse, which marked him as one of theirs. He was the last of the outriders and once he reported back they would be free to go home....unless...
The man reached the sentry and his colleague, too cold to care to challenge him according to protocol. They knew who he was.
"Where is the Serpent?" the outrider growled, a gruff old elf with skin nearly as black as his armor, with only half an ear left after years of fighting against man and frost. The sentry jerked his head behind him, but loosened his sword in the scabard. The outrider's demeanor told him that enemies were sighted. Enemies...or prey...
In ten minutes every man was mounted up on his horse, his fire extinguished and covered in snow. Just over twenty was their number, and they rode beneath a black banner, sable but for the outline of a snarling serpent with emeralds sewn in for its eyes. At their head rode Eldacar, son of Castamir, the Lord of the Frozen Wastes. A tall elf, and proud, he had a lithe figure that appeared hardly any thicker because of his armor. Like all of his folk he wore black plates of steel, layers folded so thin that it gave it great strength, but little bulkiness. It would turn an arrow as well as a blade, but unlike his men who wore plain helms he had a crested one, with a plume of grey horse hair descending from its top to complement the long, ash-colored hair that spilled from around his neck. Clasped on his back was a great dark fur cloak, pinned to his body by a bow and quiver of arrows.
"Where?" he asked his outrider, who rode beside his lord. Eldacar's voice was difficult to hear over the rushing wind that blew across the tundra, even the crunching of nearly a hundred horse hooves in the snow was lost, but the Outrider's half ear proved up to the task. He pointed, and as Eldacar squinted he could see a multitude of covered wagons and pack animals - the hallmark of a merchant caravan becalmed in the blizzard, lost from their way and prepared to dig in for the night. Easy prey, in other words.
Who I am
I'm Raven, and I'm a detailed, literate, paragraph roleplayer who only RP's over AIM and/or YIM. Picky, I know, and to be even pickier I'd appreciate it if the people who contacted me were only female roleplayers looking to play female characters. All of the above is just how I am, and sorry in advance to whoever it may exclude. There are plenty of other roleplayers for you to enjoy =D
Who I'd like you to be
I would like you to also be a detailed, literate, paragraph (or at least semi-para) roleplayer who is interested in RPing over AIM and/or YIM. Also, while I am looking for plot, that doesn't mean the story has to lack on sex appeal! I like kinky stuff, so do my characters, so if all you like is light vaginal penetration with some kissing afterwards, then I'm not the guy for you.
My Kinks
- BDSM - Both light and heavy. Even if your character (or mine) isn't a slave, that doesn't mean that two consenting individuals can't indulge in some slave play, for fun.
- Butt Fetish - I like a woman's derriere, what can I say? My partner's butt gets played with.
- Sexy Clothing - Slip into something more...comfortable...And chances are I'll appreciate it. IC of course.
- Sexy Toys - If the the technology in our setting hasn't progressed enough to make vibrators, then magic probably has.
- Your Kinks - I'm a sucker for hearing what you like included, and since I'm basically no limits I'll probably enjoy doing your favorite little things no matter how weird they are. Within reason.
Limits
Meh. No boy on boy sex and we're good.
Plots
I'm looking for a female to play with my Dark Elf character, Eldacar. He's not ruled by a matriarchal society, he's part of an off-shoot Drow or generic Dark Elf clan that's kind of thrown that off. He's a very fit, athletic Dark Elf man, with a passionate temperment at odds with the (normally) cold places I put him. He boasts that his seed tastes like cinnamon and his whores can't get enough of it. Eldacar is dark, exotic, prone to vice, and is the Prince of a small nation of Dark Elves and their thralls. Sometimes the sole leader, sometimes merely one Prince out of many, all sons of his father the redoubtable Lord Castamir. Below you will find some of my writing about Eldacar, to whet your appetite. I'm totally up for collaboration in terms of the exact plot, setting, and all of that. Please, contact me, and we'll work something out.
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The air was frigid, a cruel wind blowing across the icy plains of Narada. But then, that was nothing new. A camp of two dozen men were huddled around their fires, wrapped in their armor and their furs with frost issuing from their mouths with every breath.
"Bugger the patrol..." one sentry whispered to his friend, not too loud though. Didn't want the boss-man to hear, or else he wouldn't have any pointy ears left to freeze off. They were watching a dark shape approaching from the South, a black man upon a black horse, which marked him as one of theirs. He was the last of the outriders and once he reported back they would be free to go home....unless...
The man reached the sentry and his colleague, too cold to care to challenge him according to protocol. They knew who he was.
"Where is the Serpent?" the outrider growled, a gruff old elf with skin nearly as black as his armor, with only half an ear left after years of fighting against man and frost. The sentry jerked his head behind him, but loosened his sword in the scabard. The outrider's demeanor told him that enemies were sighted. Enemies...or prey...
In ten minutes every man was mounted up on his horse, his fire extinguished and covered in snow. Just over twenty was their number, and they rode beneath a black banner, sable but for the outline of a snarling serpent with emeralds sewn in for its eyes. At their head rode Eldacar, son of Castamir, the Lord of the Frozen Wastes. A tall elf, and proud, he had a lithe figure that appeared hardly any thicker because of his armor. Like all of his folk he wore black plates of steel, layers folded so thin that it gave it great strength, but little bulkiness. It would turn an arrow as well as a blade, but unlike his men who wore plain helms he had a crested one, with a plume of grey horse hair descending from its top to complement the long, ash-colored hair that spilled from around his neck. Clasped on his back was a great dark fur cloak, pinned to his body by a bow and quiver of arrows.
"Where?" he asked his outrider, who rode beside his lord. Eldacar's voice was difficult to hear over the rushing wind that blew across the tundra, even the crunching of nearly a hundred horse hooves in the snow was lost, but the Outrider's half ear proved up to the task. He pointed, and as Eldacar squinted he could see a multitude of covered wagons and pack animals - the hallmark of a merchant caravan becalmed in the blizzard, lost from their way and prepared to dig in for the night. Easy prey, in other words.