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I've been doing this roleplaying thing since high school, which was more years ago than I care to mention. Suffice to say, it's been a while. I've graduated from college, and I fill my free time with roleplaying either on forums or with friends IRL. Along with random fantasy roleplays online and whatnot, I also play various pen-and-paper games like Dungeons and Dragons, Shadowrun, Exalted, and various World of Darkness games.
I spend a good bit of time online in the evening, and I snipe in replies throughout the day when I can. Fantasy is the main genre that I enjoy, but I will also delve into…pretty much anything that isn't Sci-Fi or Furry. I like to watch Sci-Fi movies and the like, but it's never been something I enjoy to roleplay. Furry just has no appeal to me. Sorry.
I take PM roleplays primarily. Main pairings that I'll do are MxM and the occasional MxF. I will not do FxF.
If you're interested in a roleplay with me, shoot me a PM and we can discuss it. I don't care whether you are personally male, female, or non-identifying. What I do care about is that you are 18 or older, seeing as 99.99% of the roleplays I do involve mature themes.
Thanks for reading, and have a wonderful day!
I spend a good bit of time online in the evening, and I snipe in replies throughout the day when I can. Fantasy is the main genre that I enjoy, but I will also delve into…pretty much anything that isn't Sci-Fi or Furry. I like to watch Sci-Fi movies and the like, but it's never been something I enjoy to roleplay. Furry just has no appeal to me. Sorry.
I take PM roleplays primarily. Main pairings that I'll do are MxM and the occasional MxF. I will not do FxF.
If you're interested in a roleplay with me, shoot me a PM and we can discuss it. I don't care whether you are personally male, female, or non-identifying. What I do care about is that you are 18 or older, seeing as 99.99% of the roleplays I do involve mature themes.
Thanks for reading, and have a wonderful day!
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I referred to her as her given name to avoid character confusion for myself and others. But Dillan will only call her Sophia. Until he learns her real name.
"Sophia," Dillan tried out, putting a bit of a musical tone to the name. "Lovely name. I'm Tasley. Dillan Tasley." He winked at Alex, seeming to be quite pleased with himself in this moment. He'd gotten the name of a pretty young woman! T'was a good day for Dillan indeed... If he actually cared all that much. The unsavory fact of the matter was that he was merely putting on airs. Sure she was easy on the eyes, but he didn't consider himself to be in quite the state of his life where he should be actively pursuing a relationship. His work mattered far more to him than some dame.
He took a bite of the apple she'd given him, chewed, swallowed, then asked, "So are you in town for the carnival, or do you live here?" She didn't strike him as being someone who was from around here. The shade of her skin was a little more exotic than that, and that curved sword wasn't exactly found in every shop in West Clock Town. He'd never actually seen a scimitar in person. His father had made mention of the curved swords used by the pirates that had stolen the hookshot from him, but Dillan didn't take this girl for being one of the pirates. There were a couple women around here hailing from pirate land, but they all had this very distinctive look to them, capped by very red hair. The young lady before him right now simply didn't match. Her hair was quite the throw-off. Surprising how much a change in hairstyle or color could do when it came to disguising oneself.
An errant thought popped into his head as he took another bite of the apple, and he couldn't help but ask, "It's not poisoned, is it? It would be wounding indeed for a lady such as yourself to be capable of such a horrid trick as poisoning food offered to a stranger." He wasn't being serious about the poison. It would be highly arrogant of him to think someone would go out of their way to kill him like this. He hadn't pissed anyone off to the point of hiring assassins who use such methods.
At least, he assumed he hadn't angered anyone that much. There was that one guy he'd maybe-sort-of-accidentally-not-really-but-perhaps made lose his job at the forge. An older worker who had been there for years, but the quality of his work was diminishing rapidly. Dillan had high standards for himself when it came to his own work, and he hadn't liked seeing someone trying to pass off sub-par equipment as being battle-worthy. He'd spoken up, and the old man had been pissed. Far angrier than anyone had ever gotten from one of his jokes, though this had not been a prank. The man had said something about feeding his family and whatnot, but Dillan hadn't really been paying much attention by that point. He'd had a little strike of inspiration for a new project, and he'd been mulling over the conceptual details in his head.
Regardless, he could think of no one with the means and intent to have him murdered. It did appeal to think of this woman as some kind of deadly seductress. That was a concept he liked. It was fun.
He took a bite of the apple she'd given him, chewed, swallowed, then asked, "So are you in town for the carnival, or do you live here?" She didn't strike him as being someone who was from around here. The shade of her skin was a little more exotic than that, and that curved sword wasn't exactly found in every shop in West Clock Town. He'd never actually seen a scimitar in person. His father had made mention of the curved swords used by the pirates that had stolen the hookshot from him, but Dillan didn't take this girl for being one of the pirates. There were a couple women around here hailing from pirate land, but they all had this very distinctive look to them, capped by very red hair. The young lady before him right now simply didn't match. Her hair was quite the throw-off. Surprising how much a change in hairstyle or color could do when it came to disguising oneself.
An errant thought popped into his head as he took another bite of the apple, and he couldn't help but ask, "It's not poisoned, is it? It would be wounding indeed for a lady such as yourself to be capable of such a horrid trick as poisoning food offered to a stranger." He wasn't being serious about the poison. It would be highly arrogant of him to think someone would go out of their way to kill him like this. He hadn't pissed anyone off to the point of hiring assassins who use such methods.
At least, he assumed he hadn't angered anyone that much. There was that one guy he'd maybe-sort-of-accidentally-not-really-but-perhaps made lose his job at the forge. An older worker who had been there for years, but the quality of his work was diminishing rapidly. Dillan had high standards for himself when it came to his own work, and he hadn't liked seeing someone trying to pass off sub-par equipment as being battle-worthy. He'd spoken up, and the old man had been pissed. Far angrier than anyone had ever gotten from one of his jokes, though this had not been a prank. The man had said something about feeding his family and whatnot, but Dillan hadn't really been paying much attention by that point. He'd had a little strike of inspiration for a new project, and he'd been mulling over the conceptual details in his head.
Regardless, he could think of no one with the means and intent to have him murdered. It did appeal to think of this woman as some kind of deadly seductress. That was a concept he liked. It was fun.
Prince of Seraphs said
Hey Bad Wolf, two quick questions:First do you mind if Alex pickpockets DillianSecond if she did and be honest would he noticeOn a side note if she does Alex won't clean him out completely, probably just the first two or three rupees her hands touch, i.e thirty rupees or so.Let's face it, with the cheesy lines and all in her mind the guy is asking for it.
She can try to pickpocket him if it's within her character to do so. (Highly likely.)
As for if he'd notice... Depends on how she goes about doing it. Considering that Dillan is playing a part and his focus is on her at the moment, he has a better chance of noticing than if he was focused on other things. At this moment, if some random thief approached him and tried, he probably wouldn't notice. But he is looking at Alex, and he isn't an idiot. He's not new to Clock Town, and he knows to be on the alert for thieves.
Dillan had been winding up the small crank on one of those little balls for a waiting child when he noticed a flash of light off metal from the corner of his eye. His attention snapped immediately onto the woman who had just drawn a scimitar, but his eyes were very shortly set more on the woman than on the blade. She was... Well, quite frankly she was stunning. Her looks quite thoroughly had his approval.
"Well hello," he said, hopping over the counter like he would for a child. He sat down quite close to the woman, seeming to have forgotten about the others crowding around the stall. They were still on his mind, though. He didn't want to completely ignore them. But this woman certainly was more interesting than they were. He might like kids, but he didn't often seen pretty ladies. The ones on the mountain tended to be a little...rougher around the edges. One of his coworkers at the forge came to mind. She was built like the mountain she'd been born and raised on, with arms as thick as--
No. No. Stop thinking about her. Just... No. Back to the present.
He gave the scimitar-wielding woman a charmingly goofy smile. "Oh I would love one," he answered her apple query. "But tell me, sweetie... What name was given to a vision such as yourself?" His eyes fixed on the scimitar a moment, then on the straight swords on the counter. A horrible, horrible pick-up line came to mind. It made him internally wince that he was even thinking about saying it, and perhaps it was for the best that he exercised some self-control in this moment. There were kids around. That wasn't a line he was going to cross with innocent ears there. Even if it would have been hilarious to see her reaction.
"Well hello," he said, hopping over the counter like he would for a child. He sat down quite close to the woman, seeming to have forgotten about the others crowding around the stall. They were still on his mind, though. He didn't want to completely ignore them. But this woman certainly was more interesting than they were. He might like kids, but he didn't often seen pretty ladies. The ones on the mountain tended to be a little...rougher around the edges. One of his coworkers at the forge came to mind. She was built like the mountain she'd been born and raised on, with arms as thick as--
No. No. Stop thinking about her. Just... No. Back to the present.
He gave the scimitar-wielding woman a charmingly goofy smile. "Oh I would love one," he answered her apple query. "But tell me, sweetie... What name was given to a vision such as yourself?" His eyes fixed on the scimitar a moment, then on the straight swords on the counter. A horrible, horrible pick-up line came to mind. It made him internally wince that he was even thinking about saying it, and perhaps it was for the best that he exercised some self-control in this moment. There were kids around. That wasn't a line he was going to cross with innocent ears there. Even if it would have been hilarious to see her reaction.
Laughing so hard right now...
Yeah. Never ask Chanda for info about stuff like that. It's usually plot relevent, and so no spoilers will come OOC.
Yeah. Never ask Chanda for info about stuff like that. It's usually plot relevent, and so no spoilers will come OOC.
I'll post again after a few other people get their intros up.
In the busy streets of West Clock Town, one merchant stall was attracting attention for quite the unorthodox reason. It was a market stall reserved for wares fresh from the mountain, consisting of various steel weapons from the Frozen Hearth Smithing Company.
Or, rather, it was advertised as such. Of course there were some of the company's famous weapons on the countertop, but those took up about a quarter of the space. What took up the rest of the space were other, less recognizable items. These items were small little devices run on clockwork and springs. One item in particular was prominently displayed, along with its like companions. It was a small metal ball with a tiny crank. Once primed, the ball buzzed around and moved in a seemingly random pattern, pushed this way and that by the panels that formed its exterior. It was a toy for children, and definitely not something one might expect at such a stall.
The toy wasn't the reason the stall was attracting attention, though it did make some nice whirring sounds as the demonstration model danced about the table. What was really catching to the eye was the individual standing behind the counter. He was wearing a bright pink tunic which made him stand out like a sore thumb amongst the other merchants. Whenever he stepped out from behind the stall, his orange pants were plainly visible. It was a horrible combination of color, but it was getting people's attention. Eyes were catching on him because he stood out, and that was exactly the idea today. Sure it was scared some people off, but it was bringing others closer. No doubt to check and see if their eyes were deceiving them from a distance.
Dillan Tasley was the...erm...colorful individual. He was highly animated as he spoke to those who came to look at the weapons and trinkets of the stall. Children seemed highly interested in the toys when their parents brought them near, and Dillan jumped onto the counter to sit down on the other side when kids were there. Once he "slipped" on one of the ball toys, sending it buzzing around on the ground to the delight of the kids while he "fumbled" to right himself, laughing over his "mistake."
He gave a sigh of contentment as he looked around the street. It had been too long since he'd been in Clock Town. He'd left about a year ago, and it felt good to return. Nostalgic, really. Some things had changed in the past year, but many had remained the same. He'd really have to visit his old haunts before heading back to the mountain. And, of course, he needed to visit his family. They'd be quite cross with him if he didn't at least pop his head in to say hello.
Or, rather, it was advertised as such. Of course there were some of the company's famous weapons on the countertop, but those took up about a quarter of the space. What took up the rest of the space were other, less recognizable items. These items were small little devices run on clockwork and springs. One item in particular was prominently displayed, along with its like companions. It was a small metal ball with a tiny crank. Once primed, the ball buzzed around and moved in a seemingly random pattern, pushed this way and that by the panels that formed its exterior. It was a toy for children, and definitely not something one might expect at such a stall.
The toy wasn't the reason the stall was attracting attention, though it did make some nice whirring sounds as the demonstration model danced about the table. What was really catching to the eye was the individual standing behind the counter. He was wearing a bright pink tunic which made him stand out like a sore thumb amongst the other merchants. Whenever he stepped out from behind the stall, his orange pants were plainly visible. It was a horrible combination of color, but it was getting people's attention. Eyes were catching on him because he stood out, and that was exactly the idea today. Sure it was scared some people off, but it was bringing others closer. No doubt to check and see if their eyes were deceiving them from a distance.
Dillan Tasley was the...erm...colorful individual. He was highly animated as he spoke to those who came to look at the weapons and trinkets of the stall. Children seemed highly interested in the toys when their parents brought them near, and Dillan jumped onto the counter to sit down on the other side when kids were there. Once he "slipped" on one of the ball toys, sending it buzzing around on the ground to the delight of the kids while he "fumbled" to right himself, laughing over his "mistake."
He gave a sigh of contentment as he looked around the street. It had been too long since he'd been in Clock Town. He'd left about a year ago, and it felt good to return. Nostalgic, really. Some things had changed in the past year, but many had remained the same. He'd really have to visit his old haunts before heading back to the mountain. And, of course, he needed to visit his family. They'd be quite cross with him if he didn't at least pop his head in to say hello.
I'll be in West Clock Town, once I am able to post. Tomorrow.
Yay!!!
Appropriate nonetheless.
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