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Garret Storm
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- Jan 1, 2019
Hi there, I'm an experienced roleplayer who is looking for a female, trans woman, or non human female (furry is okay but not straight up animals).
My character (self named) is heavily based on the witcher (but I named it Hexer to try and separate the two a little) and is a monster hunter. The rp would be set in a medieval fantasy world, filled with beasts and ghouls, knights and knaves, princesses and sex slaves! You can expect action, adventure, and a lot of smut!
This rp works extremely well with creative writers who love to world build, after all, we're building it together!
I'll attach a starter down here so you can have a read:
The northern kingdoms, a confusing maze of various factions, terrains, and independent states. One would never need to look far for a fight, between the constant skirmishing of the various forces, the monsters that infest the land between settlements, and even the criminal gangs that extort and threaten their way through the huge cities of the coast.
Occupations in the northern kingdoms spread from magicians and wizards, the hideous mutations of the Hexers and night haunters, all the way down to peasants and up to monarchs and everything in between. Humans live along side elves, dwarves, gnomes and hobbits, orcs and goblins, dragonkin and the odd Stepp.
Deep in a forest of the northern kingdoms, villagers had been complaining of a dark and terrible force. They used to hunt, play and live in the forest, but now are far too terrified to even contemplate entering. A Hexer, atop a chestnut mare, came into town, and was offered the job... to exercise whatever evil lurked there. By words, or by the blade.
The Hexer in question, Garret, was a tall heavily muscular man. His long black hair is combed back to his shoulders. Bright bottle green eyes glared at the contract that was offered him with surgical detail, the scar over his left eye that split his eyebrow, and on the left side of his mouth which splits his lips was all people noticed. His body, hidden under his clothes, was a maze of bruises, scratches, scars and tattoos on his chest. He wore a black leather jerkin with steel studs and plates on his shoulders and arms, and trousers with protective leather plates.
"I'll do it." He said, quietly, as his hand squeezed the leather wraps of the handle of his blade.
Here is a little example of my writing style! So you can see what you’re working with! ^-^
My character (self named) is heavily based on the witcher (but I named it Hexer to try and separate the two a little) and is a monster hunter. The rp would be set in a medieval fantasy world, filled with beasts and ghouls, knights and knaves, princesses and sex slaves! You can expect action, adventure, and a lot of smut!
This rp works extremely well with creative writers who love to world build, after all, we're building it together!
I'll attach a starter down here so you can have a read:
The northern kingdoms, a confusing maze of various factions, terrains, and independent states. One would never need to look far for a fight, between the constant skirmishing of the various forces, the monsters that infest the land between settlements, and even the criminal gangs that extort and threaten their way through the huge cities of the coast.
Occupations in the northern kingdoms spread from magicians and wizards, the hideous mutations of the Hexers and night haunters, all the way down to peasants and up to monarchs and everything in between. Humans live along side elves, dwarves, gnomes and hobbits, orcs and goblins, dragonkin and the odd Stepp.
Deep in a forest of the northern kingdoms, villagers had been complaining of a dark and terrible force. They used to hunt, play and live in the forest, but now are far too terrified to even contemplate entering. A Hexer, atop a chestnut mare, came into town, and was offered the job... to exercise whatever evil lurked there. By words, or by the blade.
The Hexer in question, Garret, was a tall heavily muscular man. His long black hair is combed back to his shoulders. Bright bottle green eyes glared at the contract that was offered him with surgical detail, the scar over his left eye that split his eyebrow, and on the left side of his mouth which splits his lips was all people noticed. His body, hidden under his clothes, was a maze of bruises, scratches, scars and tattoos on his chest. He wore a black leather jerkin with steel studs and plates on his shoulders and arms, and trousers with protective leather plates.
"I'll do it." He said, quietly, as his hand squeezed the leather wraps of the handle of his blade.
Here is a little example of my writing style! So you can see what you’re working with! ^-^
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