[Casual/Low Adv] Seeking 1x1 Partner (Seeking M for M/F)

[MissElle]

Hey everyone! I'm Elle. I'm looking for a new RP partner. :)

What I'm looking for --

• I'm seeking an RP in a fantasy or sci-fi setting, preferably in a modern time. I'm willing to discuss ideas!
• I generally like to write characters that are late teens to late 20s.
• I would like to write a female character, and I'd prefer to find a partner to write as a male character in a romantic pairing. This can be pre-established or built up, I'm fine with either.
• I love writing drama. Characters getting hurt, going missing, being protective? I'm in love with stuff like that. Character jealousy/possible love triangles? Sure, maybe. Maybe it's cheesy, but oh well. Just expect me to hurt or endanger our characters a lot.
• No GMing or Mary Sues/Gary Lous.
• Give me something to work off of, and let us develop our characters. 1-2 paragraphs minimum, depending on what's going on. Below is a sample of my writing.
• I won't be a huge stickler about it because I make my fair share of mistakes, but spelling and grammar are important.

Sample of my writing

Reese couldn't ignore the words of the horrifically loud speakers, but her attention was firmly taken by the two men that were now directly facing her cell. She scooted back as far as she could against the wall, her eyes wide with terror, but the small cell gave her little room to maneuver.

As soon as the message was through, the men entered her cell, roughly grabbing her by the arms and bringing her to the hall. Her instinct was to struggle, to yell out for James, but she forced herself still. The least amount of attention she could bring to herself - or more importantly, to James - the better. As they cuffed her and dragged her along the hall, she tried to seek out which cell James was in, but could hardly see past the broad shoulders of those who were carrying her. She swallowed hard, letting herself be led along.

About me --

• I'm a 23 year old lady. You can call me Elle, or Ellie, or whatever suits your fancy. :)
• I'm fine with NSFW, gore, cursing, etc. I'll respect any boundaries you have. I WILL NOT RP 18+ material with anyone under the age of 18.
• I use "lol" "fml" and other chat language when talking OOC. I use smiley faces a lot too. I like being able to talk OOC too, just to talk about whatever we want to do or just to, you know, make friends. :P

**IMPORTANT**
I work full time and have a lot of irl responsibilities, and I suffer from diagnosed generalized anxiety. There may be days where I reply 15 times in a single day, and there may be times where I don't respond for two weeks. I try to be up front when these things happen, but sometimes I will disappear. Please keep this in mind when responding.

Let me know if you'd be interested, and would like to discuss RP ideas! I'd love to see some of your writing before we start, too. :)

Thanks!
Elle

[MissElle]

Bump :)

[FateWeaver]

I'll just leave this here...

A sample

Stretching his arms toward the ceiling with a massive yawn, Morgan Selwyn leaned heavily against the polished bar. It was around one in the morning on a Friday, and the small pub was completely empty except for himself. Cleaning had kept him busy while the last customers had filed out but at last he was finally done. The manual tasks of washing dishes and wiping down the bar were a pain, but he had no desire to work magic to do it for him. The job was easy enough, and he had a hard enough time keeping his abilities secret from the owner and customers.

The fact that nearly everything that goes bump in the night has been after me for the past month or so doesn't help either, he thought, wiping down the bar one last time. Just the previous night, he'd had to conjure fire to drive of vampire on his way home. He could find no reason for the interest supernatural things seemed to be taking in him at late, but so far he had been capable of keeping them at bay.

Making his way around the irregularly placed tables and chairs, Morgan heads for the door. He arms the alarm and shuts of the light before he steps outside, locking the door behind him. Narrow concrete steps lead up to street level, and street lamps illuminate the night. It was cool out, and somewhere in the distance gray thunderheads rolled over each other in the sky. Turning towards his building, he starts away from the pub without a backwards glance. It was a fifteen minute walk if he kept his pace up, and he was looking forward to a shower.

As he walked, Morgan kept an eye on the shadows and alleys around him. He knew it was dangerous to be out on his own at night, there was no telling who or what would be after him next. Certain that they would find ways at him anyway, he took comfort in the fact that with nobody else around he could at least oppose them openly. He reasoned that this way, fewer people would know and he would have to deal with less overall.

Message me if you're interested.