The Redlight District [Literate 1x1]

[Dysy]

About Me: I'm back, I doubt you remember me, but I'm back. I'm a female college student - but more than 68% of my characters will quite possibly be male. I am a literate roleplayer, I've been roleplaying for about six years now, and I've just gotten off taking a break from writing - but now I've returned, because life outside of the computer has become rather... Stagnant. I can write up to fourteen paragraphs if necessary, but I try to stick between three to eight, depends if inspiration hits me. Also, on a sidenote, apologies - I can come off rather bitchy when you first meet me, but I swear - I'm a fairly nice person (sorta).

Particular Cravings: (Doesn't mean this is the only thing I want to roleplay, it's just something I really want to do.)
Power Struggle for Dominance.



Settings:
I've noticed over a course of nearly ten years of roleplaying, I really like school settings for roleplaying. Boarding School. High School. Plaid skirts and fitted blazers.~


Genres I Like:
Horror
Psychological
Romance
Adventure
Fantasy

Top Kinks (that I like doing, not necessarily like being done to me):
- Non-Consensual
- Sexual Pain
- Bruising, Scraping - not necessarily 'cuts'.
- Creativity
- Plot Twists
- Bondage
- Creative Language
- Biting/Marking
- Dirty Talking


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Roleplaying Related Facts:
- I use OOC a lot to get to know my partner.
- I can play female/male/futa/hemaphrodite/transsexual - and I'm open to any pairings.
- My female characters always tend to have some spunk in them (do ho ho ho, great pun there...), they're never really the shy types to just blush and shy away - don't come here expecting a sub.
- VERY RARELY do I play a sub. Whether it be male or female - yes, my fems are dom too. Honey, virgin or not - I'm going to be on top.
- I play video games. And sometimes video games > posting, sorry.
- If I play a male character, he acts male - not this pansy, I'm a gay fairy - unless he IS gay. But regardless, very rarely do I play an 'uke' male - and even if I do, he won't just simply roll over.
- I try to match my partner in post size. I don't feel right, and I get bitter if I feel like I'm doing all the posting while my partner gives me a considerably smaller amount.
- I really like to eat. Often times my OOC post will be about food - don't be too shocked.
- I have a knack for playing characters with a bit of a - 'screw loose' if you catch my drift. They're real fucked up.
- I update my signature as soon as something comes up - if you're wondering what's taking me so long, just PM me, or read my signature.
- I am a switch by nature, but I prefer the dominant position.
- Being a dominant isn't always about being on top (thought top is always a fun position), it's about knowing what you want, and how to get it.
- I get weirded out when characters cry - not out of pain, but during sex. Crying any other time is fine, but sometimes I've had partners in the past where their crying character, was a sign to back off. Please be straightforward with me in ooc if you think I've gone too far in my abuse.
- I have no problems with beating your character silly and degrading them if I feel like it. Don't take it personally. <3​

PM me or Post here if you'd like to contact me.
I'd prefer to do my roleplays in a thread.
I really, prefer to do my roleplays in a thread.
PM's are for contacting me, and random OOC banter.
I have to really like the idea, or you, to continue a RP in PM's.
My RH is in my signature.
Click it.

Don't fucking PM me if you can't write worth a damn.
I may have been 'out of commission' for a good while, but at least my sentences still make sense.
I swear.
I'm a nice person.

Oh, on a ending note: I won't roleplay over anything but threads here. I have to really like the plot idea to suggest we move it to emails.

I lied, one more note here: If I don't reply to a PM asking to roleplay in three days, please don't expect a reply. I'm not the greatest (and by greatest I mean diplomatic) at sending replies that include me turning down an offer - you're all great people, I might just not fancy your idea - so I avoid the situation altogether. Again, many apologies in advance.​

 

[plainjane]

I'd be interested in your transsexual girl/sub male plot. My f-list can be found here, and I have very few limits. I've included a writing sample under the spoiler cut, and the man in the post is a sub-- or at least how I play them.

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Reagan was prepared to answer any and all questions that Mac had, his expression serious, his position one of absolute interest. He knew that knowledge could be lifesaving here, and he also knew that having some of his questions answered when he’d arrived would have been more helpful than anything else. Reagan tried to help new fighters whenever he could. He’d seen the new guys get killed because they didn’t know what they were getting into, and he’d also seen them kill themselves. It didn’t do anyone any good when fighters dropped like flies, and Reagan found that talking it out went a long way towards helping.

Unfortunately, Mac was taken from the room before Reagan could say anything to him, Vivian and a few guards escorting him away. Reagan didn’t like Vivian—she gave him chills, and not in a good way—and he doubted Mac was going to like her any better. He knew the woman was one of the people in charge of ‘recruiting’, but she hadn’t been the one to take him. Reagan thought of her as an enforcer of sorts, and most of the fighters kept their distance.

Reagan stared at the door as it closed, feeling incredibly frightened for Mac. If he was up against Conan, there was a good chance he wouldn’t survive. Being a soldier gave him a definite advantage over someone else being thrown into the ring, but Reagan had fought Conan in the past, knew how absolutely ruthless he could be. Conan was one of the few fighters Reagan routinely lost against, mostly because even his speed couldn’t save him when Conan managed to get a hit in.

He had turned his attention to the television mounted on the wall when the couch moved slightly, another man coming to sit beside Reagan. Reagan barely looked at him, cocking an eyebrow when he saw who it was. “Hey, Benny. What’s up?”

Benny was tall and thin and spoke with a Russian accent, and Reagan didn’t know very much about him, except that he was a little bit creepy and a little bit weird, and had a nasty habit of biting people on the face when he got into the ring. He wasn’t unpleasant, however, and Reagan simply looked away from him before Benny began to speak. “That man is dangerous,” he said, voice thick, and Reagan frowned slightly before looking at him. Benny stared back, weird gray-blue eyes wide. “He’s a killer.”

“Benny, don’t even start with me. Every man in this room is dangerous. You’re dangerous. I’m pretty sure you were some kind of hit man for the Russian mob, and I’m pretty sure you’ve killed your fair share of men. He’s new, and he needs help.”

Benny shrugged, looking back at the screen, where the fighters still hadn’t emerged. “I was not a hit man, Reagan. But I know when a man is dangerous.”

“And I know when you’re full of shit,” Reagan said, his tone still fairly light but a harder sort of edge creeping into it. Reagan was a patient man, and he had to be in this life, but he wasn’t going to put up with everything. “Did you come over here to watch the fight or to lecture me about who I speak to?” he asked, looking up at the television. “I’d like to watch the fight.”

Benny fell silent and then the fight started, and Reagan immediately felt the sick, awful feeling of worry begin to creep into his stomach, crawl up his throat. There was blood everywhere, Mac’s back split open and hatchmarked, bleeding all over the place. He won, but he was a mess, and once the fighters were escorted out, Reagan got up quickly, hovering beside the door. He was worried, pale, and it was a normal routine for him. The new boys were always the ones he worried about the most, and there was rarely a fight night that went by where he wasn’t absolutely terrified about the outcome.

He wasn’t sure how long he was standing there before the door opened and the guards walked in, one of them giving him a slightly appreciative look. Reagan got along well enough with the guards, because he was the least likely to get into trouble, but he didn’t exactly like them very much. When Mac entered the room, however, Reagan immediately ignored the guards, looking at the soldier with an expression of absolute terror. “Are you okay?”

Cautiously, he grasped Mac’s wrist, beginning to pull him back towards the couch. “I’ll answer your questions now. We still have a while to go tonight.”

I'd have sent you a PM but it looks like your quota is full.

 

[Dysy]

I'm trying to fix that about my PM box.. It seems I'm at my limit with PM's, but I only have one page worth in my inbox.

EDIT: I fixed it. Had too much crap piled up in there.

 

[plainjane]

I'm trying to fix that about my PM box.. It seems I'm at my limit with PM's, but I only have one page worth in my inbox.

You have to go in and delete everything out of your trashcan, too. I usually delete my sent items too for good measure.

 

[Dysy]

I'm trying to fix that about my PM box.. It seems I'm at my limit with PM's, but I only have one page worth in my inbox.

You have to go in and delete everything out of your trashcan, too. I usually delete my sent items too for good measure.

Yeaaaaaaah I got that. Mind taking this over PM's then?

 

[Dysy]

Updated craving.

 

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Updated Cravings​