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7 yrs ago
Current Another exam and internship. Will reply in 2 to 3 days.
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7 yrs ago
So, I was intending to knock some posts out today. I apologize, but I have been truly whipped by my internships the past few days. I'll be posting in the morning, I promise! <3
7 yrs ago
I may be offline for two or three days due to interning. 10/19 through 10/20. I should be free again the evening of 10/20 or 10/21. Fear not!
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Haha, now that that's out of my system.

Call me Div.
The gifs are related (oddly) to what I do in real life. And, just because I love Sirens and Scrubs, more now that I'm in the medical field than ever.

I absolutely love to write, and I seek out like-minded writers who are hoping to explore dark, creative, adventurous new avenues of heart-wrenching stories. I tend to write on a high-casual to advanced level, and I admire someone who really challenges me to write more and better. I'm very into writing with emotion and drama, really making the reader feel the pain of a letdown, the swell of new love, the nauseating apprehension, etc and so on. I'm a sucker for a good, twisted plot.



And I love cats.
'Cause... cat lady.

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Le bump.
I am looking for one or two more partners for PM-based roleplay.

A bit about myself? I'm a woman in my twenties, and I've been roleplaying off and on for 10+ years. I often come back around and seek something out solely because writing is such a passion and a release for me, and it gives me a comfortable hobby I can take up at home between work and school. I do work, and I do go to school. There are days where I will only be able to make one post a day. And if I do not post in a single day, please do not panic. While I do not aim to let this happen, it may come up. I'll try to give good warning beforehand if I'm going to be outrageously busy. I'm a night-shifter so my replies will tend to be very early in the morning, or (on my days off) very late at night.

As far as roleplay goes... I crave a lot of mature themes. This does not mean solely sexual themes, though I am inclusive of all measures of dark realism in my roleplays. I enjoy grittiness, controversy (to a sane degree), conflict, violence at times, sex and sexual tension (that builds, I'm not an instant smut kinda' person unless it somehow plays into the RP appropriately), and deep, interesting characters. Genres; well I'm down for a lot of things and I'm not too picky. I prefer to play the "F" in a FxM pairing, but I don't care what gender you are in real life. I also will play multiple characters in a 1 x 1, often with a main character or two, then a set of NPCs and antagonists to turn a plot line, and I hope for a partner who will do the same.

So... cravings? (I'll put a star beside the roles I would prefer to play.)

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Shackled Benevolence
Mature / 18+ / Medieval / High-Fantasy

When a war falls over the lands of Ancelok, the fierce and impassioned King of Raudon has made a scorching mark over other nations in a demonstration of power. With resistance met, he fights fearlessly in order to spread the rule of Raudon. With dark times, rebels have fallen upon troubling tactics of attempted assassination and vicious black magic to kill the King. When one attempt comes too close for comfort, the Magus Council of Raudon summons a Devas and binds it to the King. The Devas is bound to heal and protect him in the continuing war from any ill-driven attempts on his life. However, the bond between the King and his indentured otherworldly companion is not as smooth as it could be. Servitude and companionship has its limits, and the challenges ahead may make, or break, the King of Raudon.

** Devas ( x ) King of Raudon

~ X ~ X ~ X ~


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PM me if you are interested. Hope to hear from you soon.
~ Div
I know, I feel so bad for Avan. At the same time, I don't want to jump too far ahead without him lol.
Yeah it will lol. Funny thing is I read over most of the character sheets before making the character, the name thing just slipped my mind. Oh well, put this one to plot lol.
Haha, yeah sure. Hit me with any ideas you'd like.
On a side note.

I totally didn't realize Blox' character is named Jason. So when you see Jason in the post, it's not in reference to that character, it's in reference to a deceased person from Nasreen's past.
An deeply tanned Indian arm drew across her forehead, wiping away the sweat that had beaded there. She had to catch her breath after the last call of her shift. Dark eyes studied the ambulance's interior, all silver with red seats and plexiglass cabinet sliders. The crimson stain of blood was swirled over the floor intermingled with IV caps, Jelco needle wrappers, nitrile gloves, and enough little 2 x 2 squares of gauze to make a bloody mosaic out of. Outside of the ambulance was the sound of a young man heaving, tossing his lunch into the parking lot behind the squad building. Nasreen shook her head.

She stood with renewed vigor after a short break and grabbed the water hose which had been pulled into the ambulance so that she could begin pressure-washing out the bottom of the ambulance before she disinfected it and did a final wipe down with Cavi-Wipes. As the blood and water mixture spilled over the back folding step, the young man- now paled and ghastly- walked into view. He rubbed his head and studied the Indian medic with blue eyes outlined by faintly bloodshot sclera. He wiped his mouth and shook his head.

"How do you deal with it?" He said, catching the water hose when she tossed it out of the back to him. Nasreen grabbed a mop and began to push the excess water either out of the back or out of the side door and down the steps.

"Time kid." She said, no accent despite her pitch raven hair and skin tone. "After a while, you'll become tolerant to a whole lotta' shit. Eventually, it just doesn't bother you anymore. Y'know. I still think to myself sometimes... How can vets work on animals? That'd tear my nerves up. Then again, I can shove the equivalent of a metal sickle down someone's throat or cut a hole in their upper airway while going down the highway, sixty miles per hour, like it's as easy as handling secretarial invoices." She shrugged her shoulders and the young man laughed. Lots of young men tended to show up, looking for excitement and thrills. Some couldn't take it.

She knelt down in her BDUs and would begin wiping the metal plated floor down in Cavi-Wipes.

"So why are you leaving?" The boy said, coming closer to the back of the ambulance opening, careful not to touch the doors before she disinfected them.

"Not leaving kid. Transferring somewhere." She glanced up at him as she propped herself up, one knee on the ground and her other up so that she could sling a tired arm over it. She flashed him a charismatic grin- the grin she'd given plenty of kids she'd trained and precepted for this line of work. "I gotta' better job waiting for me somewhere. Gonna' do more good than I do now. But I'll still be doing this." She gestured to the ambulance before she began to wipe the floors and seats down again. When she stood, she progressed to the handles and walls.

"Cleaning nasty messes?" The boy joked, the color coming back to his face.

"Haha, smartass." She shook her head. "More like patching up boo-boos and doing my little bit for the people." She flashed him a wink and he would finally get his nerve back to get into the ambulance and help her clean.
It was a somewhat sorrowful departure. She'd told them she'd come by every so often to help, volunteering and training the young ones. They were all a family, but Nasreen never could connect as deeply as she wanted to. There was a distance and difference between her and them. These were good people, and the cops she dealt with all were very kind. She was too, but she felt a stronger desire to do something than they did. It wasn't just a job. A sense of vigilance burned in her veins like an addiction she wanted to sate and release.

All of her major things were in the back of her charcoal 2014 GMC Terrain. Thank God she'd gotten this car not too long ago, because she had enough stuff to fill it up. There was her turnout gear, her rescue jump bags, her gear, her bag of nothing but files, paperwork, connections, a whole directory that she'd made to outline the functions of law enforcement reactions, and dispatch routes several cities wide. Then there was her clothes and things in the back- perhaps the smallest percentage of her things packed.

Nasreen pulled up and put her car in park. There was the red line. She tied up her thick wild black mane into a low ponytail and would step out of her vehicle, grabbing three bags to start. The rest she could unpack later. The woman stood 5'6, with an athletic form. Her arms portrayed a sense of strength, flexing under the weight of several bags but not showing strain. She had equally strong looking legs, if not more-so than her upper body. She'd fought men twice her size, and having to plow through a burning house carrying a fellow firefighter in all of her turnout gear with air-tank included had toughened her up quite a bit. Her lackluster femininity was displayed by how she chose to dress and also her choice to avoid make-up altogether. Instead she approached looking quite tomboyish in a white T-shirt and a pair of urban camo cargo pants with about ten pockets- as the over-abundance of pockets felt like a necessity to her after eight years in her career field.

At the door with the mark of Hermes, she gave a knock and checked her weary old digital watch. She was late- she figured she would be when her station surprised her with a going away surprise party before she'd left. She shook her head- they knew she'd be back, they just wouldn't see her as often as usual. As she awaited an answer, she'd latch her callous fingers around the well woven straps of her bags and fixate her stance to one of idle waiting, glancing around at the surroundings. She sized up her scene well and packed it away to memory. She even took a moment to revisit how she and Booker had met, which was an ironic encounter where she'd used her charisma to get into the home of a well off doctor who had told one of Nasreen's patients that they had no worth in their life. So she took several quite invaluable things of the doctor's, as if she was stealing the worth of his life. Material possessions occupied narcissists' need to be above and beyond in impressions after all. At least, to them it did.

They'd run into one another and she didn't question it. He'd only caught the tiniest glimpse of Dr. Hammond's prized faberge egg from a foreign client that was tucked neatly into her pocket. From there, he'd found her easily enough. After all, if anyone pointed at her, they would smile and nod. Nasreen, one of the most wholesome individuals in the whole city, as good as they come- and one of the finest paramedics some might be chanced to meet.

She smirked and shook her head.

Guess this is my way of walking the road with you Jason, even though you're gone. We'll see how it goes, yeah buddy? She thought to herself, glancing to the sky as if to symbolize the brief talk with a deceased friend before she dropped her eyes unto the door.
This is my second time doing this, and I think I will produce much more refined results since I've had a chance to see what's actually desired out of these things lol.

Let me begin with a tiny bit about myself. I'm 22 years old, full time college student and I work in a hospital full time as well. So I am very busy but I love roleplaying so I try to make time to reply at least once a day. If I take a few days to reply, it likely means I have a lot of assignments due since most of them get put off and crammed. My most popular and fastest reply days are Thursday through Sunday nights because I work twelve-hour graveyard shifts and in my specific job, I have lots and lots of free time to reply between about 7:30 p.m. - 6:30 a.m. EST. I can still reply Mondays through Wednesdays, it just may be more random times. Sometimes early, and likely in the evenings. All of my remaining classes are night classes.

Now, about my RP preferences.



And the kinds of things I like!



And... Now to some ideas. I'm open to hearing others, so let me know if you've got something, I may or may not like it. And if there's a star beside it, it means it's something I'd really enjoy playing.



Hit me up if you're interested. This interest check is way better than my last one so if you replied to my last one with no reply, check here because I am more likely to reply to this one since I knocked out way more information in this attempt.
All right. It might be later tonight when I post in, heading to class in a bit.
Thanks, and hope you feel better.

So I've been kinda' sifting through the posts. Is there any particular time or place you'd want me to enter at? Or any particular way of jumping into the RP?
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