Raivh
Old dog
- Joined
- Jul 21, 2011
Welcome, role-players of Blue Moon. If you’re looking for someone considered “literate” in the role-playing world, then that’s me. I enjoy a quality game with proper grammar, spelling, and so on. Mistakes happen, but fool me thrice and it’s over. Generally, I post multiple paragraphs.
Anyway, a little bit about me. First of all, I really do appreciate when people actually read these threads. It shows that you pay attention. It’s definitely worth noting that I’m here to role-play, not to form any sort of romantic or otherwise sexual relationship. Let’s keep things “strictly business,” so to speak. That said, I do enjoy completely platonic OOC banter with my RP partners.
Oh, and lastly, please PM me if you want to RP together. Chances are, I’ll miss your comment here, and that would be a royal bummer for us both, right?
Currently interested in the following plot lines:
1. Every second of every minute of every day, angels walk amongst humans. They blend in. Completely unseen and unnoticed. Well, sort of. They could be seen. Heard. Touched. They just didn’t appeal to anyone. Romantically, that is. It was no different for him. Until she came into his life. She was supposed to be an assignment. He was her guardian angel. It was his mission to watch over her. And she needed a lot of attention, graceful as she was. It was only natural that he would become her friend the day she finally gathered enough courage. All he wanted was a cup of coffee. It was his favorite drink that mortals produced. When she handed him the cup, he hadn’t expected to find a message written on it.
2. He’d walked for days, weeks. Maybe months? He couldn’t remember. He knew he smelled. Horrible. Wandering in this form always made him reek like a dog. So, when he stumbled upon a small human village, he decided to visit the tavern, rent a room, wash up, drink some mead, and enjoy the heat of a blazing fire. It was while he was sitting at a table, staring into the golden liquid in his tankard that he heard her thoughts echoing in his own. There were only two possibilities. She was like him. Or she was the mate of someone like him. Either way, she was a threat. And he needed to take her out or risk death.
If you’re interested in either one of these plot lines, I do expect that you help create the story. I don’t want to be constantly advancing the game. That just gets old, you know. Drive the story forward, please. Also, I am open to suggestions if you’re not interested in either of the two plots that I have listed. I do have additional plots, and I always have a list of pairings. Those are just the two that I’m most interested in and most likely to be vested in.
Anyway, a little bit about me. First of all, I really do appreciate when people actually read these threads. It shows that you pay attention. It’s definitely worth noting that I’m here to role-play, not to form any sort of romantic or otherwise sexual relationship. Let’s keep things “strictly business,” so to speak. That said, I do enjoy completely platonic OOC banter with my RP partners.
Oh, and lastly, please PM me if you want to RP together. Chances are, I’ll miss your comment here, and that would be a royal bummer for us both, right?
Currently interested in the following plot lines:
1. Every second of every minute of every day, angels walk amongst humans. They blend in. Completely unseen and unnoticed. Well, sort of. They could be seen. Heard. Touched. They just didn’t appeal to anyone. Romantically, that is. It was no different for him. Until she came into his life. She was supposed to be an assignment. He was her guardian angel. It was his mission to watch over her. And she needed a lot of attention, graceful as she was. It was only natural that he would become her friend the day she finally gathered enough courage. All he wanted was a cup of coffee. It was his favorite drink that mortals produced. When she handed him the cup, he hadn’t expected to find a message written on it.
2. He’d walked for days, weeks. Maybe months? He couldn’t remember. He knew he smelled. Horrible. Wandering in this form always made him reek like a dog. So, when he stumbled upon a small human village, he decided to visit the tavern, rent a room, wash up, drink some mead, and enjoy the heat of a blazing fire. It was while he was sitting at a table, staring into the golden liquid in his tankard that he heard her thoughts echoing in his own. There were only two possibilities. She was like him. Or she was the mate of someone like him. Either way, she was a threat. And he needed to take her out or risk death.
If you’re interested in either one of these plot lines, I do expect that you help create the story. I don’t want to be constantly advancing the game. That just gets old, you know. Drive the story forward, please. Also, I am open to suggestions if you’re not interested in either of the two plots that I have listed. I do have additional plots, and I always have a list of pairings. Those are just the two that I’m most interested in and most likely to be vested in.