Note: Your gender identity won't affect my choice in writing with you. I just seek out people who play male characters, I personally had great experience writing with female identifying partners who played male roles. And yeah, you gotta be comfortable with writing adult content (profanity, violence and smut, no fade to black)
Okay, so, I've had so many dark, gritty, intense stories with evil/morally ambiguous characters which are great and amazing, however, there's a void in my soul that can only be filled with an amazing romance story joined with great storytelling elements, twists and turns, chaos and close calls.
I want something a bit fluffier (but not too much), something akin to Final Fantasy, basically. HOWEVER, if you have played FF: Crisis Core, you actually have a head start, because out of the stuff I'm describing you'll know what type of character I'm looking for: Angeal Hewley. I wanna cry just thinking about it, it's been a tough year, okay.
If you don't know what the hell I'm talking about, it's fine, I'll explain it.
Plot and character concepts:
I'm looking for specifically medieval fantasy type of roleplay, however the setting we'll play in can depend. I always loved to include political intrigue, court drama, and other issues involving in royal circles. It's a classic medieval fantasy setting, your character is an experienced, well-known and respected knight, but unlike other knights, the fame did not go over his head - he remained humble, loyal, kind-hearted and honorable, though he is not fool of a man. If I had to guess my desired age for him, I'd say around his thirties. He had fully dedicated his life to the King, the religion and to protect the kingdom. And I do want to say that I like the idea of kingdom being quite patriarchal, which puts immediately my character in a pretty tough position.
My character's role can vary. She can be a princess sold to an abusive prince (and your character could even be the knight who is assigned to protect the prince and is meant to be loyal to him) or an unhappily married/widowed queen, a court wizard in a society where mages are viewed as necessary evil but severely disliked, a female mercenary stuck working over a debt, a female court entertainer down on her luck, etc. If you have any preferences or ideas for my character, please let me know. But overall, what I end up picking for my character's role will definitely affect the storyline. Don't worry, we won't end up hitting a brick wall, as long as you're like me, always running all sorts of ideas, love to discuss and offer a hundred suggestions, we'll come up with a great plan. Events can include betrayal, war, assassinations, fears of all kinds, people and circumstances separating them, and so forth.
I have been a storyteller, worldbuilding is not even an issue for me as it just flows naturally for me, I immerse myself when it comes to character development, when I'm feeling a roleplay, I put my damn heart and soul into it, and this is definitely one of those things I wanna go as deep as possible. My posts are long (multi-para to novella sized, two paragraphs minimal) and they're also very detailed.
The romance needs a slowburn, though. Your character doesn't want to try anything because of his own reasons. Maybe he feels he's unworthy, he's afraid he'll come off as disrespectful and offend her, maybe he cannot allow himself to even hold any feelings towards any woman because it's against the code of his knighthood and honor means everything to him. And my character would also hesitate for many reasons - depending on the role.
But that's the beauty of it. They keep hesitating and pulling themselves away and they just get pulled back into that puddle of emotions. It needs to organically develop into love. And then there's also smut that should spice it up at an appropriate time. When I said make me cry, I meant it. I want a story so good and I want to care for them so much that I'll want to goddamn bawl my eyes out.
Anyway, here are some more to-the-point short details that are about myself as a writer and my expectations for my ideal partner:
‡ Multi paragraph to novella length posts, the least I'll post is two paragraphs, depending on the scene. ‡ I pay close attention to detail when writing, I love to be detailed and bring the scene to life. ‡ I post at least once a week, I'm a busy human with a very hectic life, so bear with me. ‡ I am hiatus and break friendly - even if you're gone for months, I'll be on board when you come back. ‡ Cussing, extreme sexual scenes and ruthless violence all are great and accepted here. ‡ OOC chatter is extremely important to me. ‡ I have very little limits when it comes to subjects in writing and am open-minded. ‡ I am obsessed with aesthetic and use images for roleplay whenever I can. Let me know ahead of time if this is something that doesn't interest you. ‡ I am a SUCKER for a slowburn romance and smut - I hate rushing things. ‡ I'm big on world and character building, including side characters with some nuance to them, and so forth. I'm a big team player as well, so I'll need your help with some things! ‡ I will always be ready to make compromises with you. I don't expect us to like the same things, but I am happy to meet somewhere in the middle with you.
‡ 21+ year old partners ONLY, I am not comfortable writing with someone below that age. ‡ I expect similar effort in posting to my own - which means I have a high preference for semi-literate and semi-advanced to advanced writers. ‡ Willingness to plan with me - it's exhausting to be the only one running the show. ‡ Let me know if you want me to change something in my post - I will not get mad, I promise. It's never been a problem for me to go back and do some changes to my post in order for you to have a response that may suit a better outcome in the situation. ‡ Please have understanding and patience with me, I'm really trying my best to balance out real life and hobbies. ‡ Always share your ideas and desires with me! I really appreciate it when a partner comes to me saying "Hey, I really want to do a specific scene, something like..." Always be specific about it. ‡ Writing samples are not obligatory, but I will still greatly appreciate it nonetheless. ‡ Open-mindedness, willingness to try out crazy things with me in writing. ‡ Most important of all - have fun with me. That's the whole point! Please don't feel pressured about anything.
Famous people were such a bore. Rosalie has spent most of her lifetime surrounded by mortals who lived short lives who had relevancy in the public eye. Most were used as unaware puppets of the Camarilla masters who were pulling the strings that would help out the Masquerade, but they were nothing but shallow icons that represented beauty and fleeting gloriousness that would only be remembered once they die young for the sake of publicity when their time is up.
Rosalie hated spending time with famous mortals. She only liked a few. Even though Tarantino has recently been Ghouled (hence why he left the scene and no longer is doing the movies) he was an interesting fellow. Johnny Depp was so beloved that no Kindred actually wanted to Sire him, not even Rosalie herself. Travolta, on the other hand, well the poor fellow has fallen into a grip of a delusional Malkavian who is still to this running the joke of the Scientology with the assistance of Technocrats. All the specific actors and other celebrities who seemed to be quite strange and actually offer something interesting to the scene were dancing to the beat of the Kindred society that only they can hear.
These fellow actor that Rosalie was with? Hah! She was the only Kindred among them. They had nothing to do with the Kindred side of Hollywood and it showed. Talented people, yes, but all they've been talking about tonight are the goals for the future, schedules for filming of the great remake of the movie that is definitely going to be a shameful homage to the original and other mortal concerns. The redheaded beauty wanted to shudder at the mere mention of husbands and wives, diets and training, potential surgeries, and that fish recipe someone's mother discovered. UGH.
Rosalie had nothing to do with it as she stared at the cattle and just desired to cause some chaos. Oh, the smell of blood surrounding her just begged to be spilled. She wanted nothing more but to stain the golden walls with gore and blood, to watch the crimson slowly drop down the luxury surface of the expensive gold, see the light trail that the blood left match the color of her hair. Completely absent from the conversation of her fellow co-stars, Rosalie stared at nothingness with her eyes dreamy of carnage as she let out a longing sigh. But the sudden intense sparkle that lasted for a moment, but it nearly blinded Rosalie's senses that was not only enhanced through supernatural means, but also the drugs that still lingered within her, she turned to see a massive statue of a horse made out of gold and crystal.
Such campy, hideous and kitsch creation. Mon Dieu. Magnifique.
The Toreador left her group and walked away from the crowded bar and casino towards the statue that stood away from the people, but she wasn't entirely alone as one of her personal bodyguards and also her ghoul followed after, putting her safety first. The man was tall, buff and had tattoos all over his arms and neck. A Russian martial artist, someone she recently picked up. He was a rough man. Tough man. Rosalie had a few intimate instances with him and she was impressed how a non-Kindred can be so enduring and have so much stamina. But still, he was a mere mortal to her, a fleeting toy for her to dangle around and toss him whenever she saw fit. Or eat him. Too much muscle, though. She'd have to decide.
"You don't need to follow, mon cher." she said when they were now away from the noise.
Shikolai didn't feel like leaving the woman alone, especially after he managed to do some digging himself. He stood behind her, lowering himself to reach closer to her ear as he whispered with thick accent and slightly broken English. "Mistress, the hotel owned by a Sabbat. Is not Camarilla haven."
Rosalie's eyebrows arched with surprise as she turned to look at Shikolai. "Oh... Is that so?" she asked him as the man nodded with a stern expression. Rosalie smirked and brought her hand to his cheek, her cold hand caressing him gently. "Do not tease me, mon amour, we're here in public." she purred to him, the soft accent caressing his senses as he was met with the glare of unrelenting carnality he only saw in this peculiar actress, for someone seemingly so angelic, she was worse than any idea of a satanist he could imagine. And she didn't even show everything she desired, to begin with. "Do not worry, then. If anything happens, it happened in the Domain of a vampire from the Sabbat, I don't think the Prince will take that lightly, after all." with that said, turned back to look at the hideous horse sculpture. "Besides, my disappearance or death will draw far too much public attention. So leave me, Shikolai. I wish to.. Admire mistakes." she waved the man off dismissively, as he had no choice but to heed the desire of his mistress and walked away from her, though he still picked a spot where he could see her - just in case.
Meanwhile, the woman stood there alone purposefully. To make herself as bait or, well, to see if anything will happen. She's a renown Camarilla Kindred, a Harpy no less, with tight connections to the power players in LA. She is far from a nobody. And she exploited herself on purpose as she visualized her Sire's arts of mangled bodies immortalized on the pristine, crystal horse, a morbid representation of wealth and failed victory, something like that. Donovan's vision and abuse imbedded deeply into Rosalie's psyche, his desperation becoming a part of her, because all of his internalized struggle and suffering was forced upon her, bled into her mouth, nostrils, eyes and ears, as he forcefully broke her bones, tied her up and left her to hang mangled from the bloody chandelier as Donovan would have his creative climax at the sight of a broken girl he turned into masterpiece.
Rosalie smiled. Those were simpler times. Now that he is without his muse, Donovan is now cast into shadows, forced by the hand of the Camarilla to isolate himself for a while. May he find solace in sunrise, she thought to herself.
With curiosity, she dipped her dainty finger in her wine and waved towards the crystal surface of the sculpture, wanting to see how red would look with this excessive slimmer, leaving a dissatisfying pink hue as the wine drop slide down onto the colorful carpet.
And that's when she felt it. Eyes were on her. She pretended as if she was unaware, but someone like her knew how to tell apart when a mortal would set their gaze upon her and when a Kindred targeted her on their radar. And she could feel her hairs stand on the back of her neck. Oh, this is a familiar feeling.
This is no young Kindred. This was someone much older, such a strong presence for someone who is in tune with her Auspex and supernatural senses, it just could be felt, the energy and air would simply feel thick and intense that it couldn't be ignored. That must be them.
So you're interested?
Awesome! All that's left to do is to send me a PRIVATE MESSAGE. Not here, don't post here, it annoys me more than I care to admit.
However, I will heavily judge a person based on their first message they send me. I need to know from the start if we're compatible. If you send me just a line of text in inbox, I'm not gonna bother reading, let alone respond.
Given that I did my best to let you know here everything you need to know about me as a writer, I want you to be detailed about yourself when you send me a message. If I captured your attention, I think its only fair you try to do the same to capture my attention!
