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Last update: 26.01.18
A little bit about my preferences

Good morning, day or night to you – depending on where in the world you are. Probably USA. Everybody on this site seems to be from the USA.

Ground Rules:

I L O V E good grammar, well-built sentences and good coding. If you write with headlines, centred or subbed text, colour coded dialogue, a nice balance between speech, thoughts and description I will never let you go. Ok? You're mine now. Although nobody's perfect and we all make mistakes every once in a while. That's fine.

Writing style:
I try to write in a way that let's my partner know what my character is thinking (to a certain degree) and gives them something to play off. I can't stand replies that are just descriptive and gives me nothing to build on.

Don't overdo IRL hobbies:
Using your passions and hobbies from IRL is great, but please don't overdo it. Example: If you're super into cars – that's fine. You can use your interests in the RP or make your OC have the same interest. Just don't expect me to necessarily share the same enthusiasm about cars. It's cool to bring in stuff you know a lot about, if presented in such a way that even a person with no knowledge on the subject can understand. Don't write me five paragraphs about what car engine you have and how you plan on changing the gear pack or whatnot in full detail. Rather, you should come pick up my character in your car and then teach me how to change a tire – together.

Google is our friend:
If I write something you don't understand, try to google it first. I have no problem with explaining things, but in many cases, you could probably figure it out just as well with a quick google search. Don't make me do your work for you. Of course, I will try to write in a way that either explains or lets the context explain if I bring up something specific.

My schedule has become busier at the new year, so now I will only be able to answer once a week at most. Sorry.

Shared workload:
I want a PARTNER, not a leech. I expect us to share the work 50/50, and contribute to both the planning and the RP on equal ground. The same goes for me. If you feel like I'm not pulling my weight, tell me! Communication is key to everything good.

I'm most accustomed to the slice of life genre. Although I am very open to other genres such as fantasy, science fiction, a specific time era, etc. As long as we can discuss the world building together.

Congratulations on making it this far down in the post. *Applause* Now, if you're feeling it thus far, just ask yourself one more question: Am I mature enough to tell it to somebody straight that I'm not interested in this RP anymore, for whatever reason? If yes, continue reading on A. If no, continue reading on B.

Huzzah! I can't tell you how glad this made me. There are few things that's worse than getting properly invested in an RP, only to be left behind a few weeks later. No note, no nothing. It's a waste of both our times. But YOU'RE not like that! Pat yourself on the back. Good human. You've been raised well.







I'm up for either a long RP or several short ones. Let's figure out details together.
We RP over PM, with one IC chat and one OOC chat.
I really don't like are one-sided characters. Meaning: Super submissive, shy and embarrassed characters who only stutters, or super macho, dominating testosterone machines. I like the characters to be dynamic and have multiple layers and sides to their personality.


I am H O R R I B L E at coming up with plots. But I'm good at playing second fiddle and will try to contribute to a good story. Sorry, I'm just kind of lame like that.

Mad Max: Fury Road
I LOVE this movie. Seriously. It makes me so happy. I'd be interested in either doing a fandom inspired RP, or an OC RP just set in this world.
I mean, look at this dork. Too cute.

So yeah, that concludes the tour. I will update this if I think of anything more to add, obviously. If there's nothing to add there's nothing to update. Duh-doy.

Most Recent Posts

Location: Courtyard

"Time. Ti-yum. Tai-yuhm." Vanya was dangling his feet lazily from the top of a tree. He enjoyed the way different words felt in his mouth when pronounced slowly. He was able to lie down, sort of, in between two branches that served as a make shift bed in the tree top. Being close to nature usually made him relax, and the courtyard was as close to something resembling nature as he could get in this place.

"March-an. Mar-sh-hand. Mah-r-chand." Even after a few weeks it felt like a strange and foreign word. Marchand Academy. This place was so different from what he was used to back home. A secluded forest village somewhere in Russia, well hidden from non-mages. He was still coping with the different cultures, but it had gone surprisingly smooth. Vanya was pleased by how much he enjoyed the company of the other students. Not all of them, naturally, but more than he'd imagined. It was nice, this feeling of comradery that had developed over the last weeks. The teachers however- Vanya rolled his eyes at the mere thought. Not only did they expect him to practice his magic. Oh no. They even expected him to make progress! He tried his best. A generous collection of cuts and scratches, pretty much everywhere he showed bare skin, was proof of his efforts. Horrible, non-succeeding efforts, but efforts none the less.

A big yawn escaped his lips. It was peaceful up here. The gentle breeze, birds chirping, violin music- violin music? Vanya sat up. After a moment of consideration, he jumped down from his branch-bed, half sliding down the trunk to soften his landing. He waved as he approached her. "That's a- the music, it's, uh. That's a pretty song you're playing." An aeromancer girl. Tatia. They hadn't spoken much before, but she looked so peaceful where she stood, violin tucked under her chin, fingers dancing along the strings. Vanya smiled awkwardly. Him being there was probably the last thing she wanted, but alas. Here they were. Might as well be nice about it.

Vanya turned around to see where the voice came from. With heavy eyelids and dark circles under his eyes, he dragged his gaze up at the tall individual that had addressed him and paused. "Uhm- did you- you 're talking to… Me?" Vanya pointed his index finger at his own face with a questioning look. There was a hand stretched out in front of him, and Vanya had to remind himself that this was the normal way to greet people in the outside world. "Oh, right. The hand-" Vanya grabbed the boy's hand and shook it eagerly. "I'm called Vanya. And isn't this supposed to be everybody's first day? I'm not that late, am I?" He chuckled. "Oh, that's a pretty bracelet you got there." He said causually as he pulled back his hand. What could have been the start of a longer conversation was interrupted by one of the teachers. He went on and on and on about some rather tiresome information, before ending his presentation with the rooming situation list.

"2 o' 7 a…" Vanya made an effort to remember this number. "Two people and the seven mother's of Gaea- that's, I should be able to remember-" He muttered to himself, before looking at the guy he'd just spoken to. "Wasn't that- that's your name too, right? I guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other then." He said smiling.

Today was just the worst. Having to wake up at an ungodly hour only to be stuck in a variety of transportation devices all day - and for what? To end up at some horrid institution made by hypocrites who only understood the value of peace after everything went to hell and back again. Vanya scoffed. His parents were naive to think that this school would do anything to help prevent conflict in the future. If anything it would make it even more brutal, seeing as the magic wielders now were trained in more schools of magic than the rest of their family.

Shaking his head, Vanya walked at a slow pace towards the main entrance. He had managed to be late. No surprise there. Not that he was complaining. Being late just meant less awkward small talk. After checking himself in, he was sent down a corridor in search of the common room where apparently breakfast was being served. That was a relief. He had been expecting a too long and very much pointless opening ceremony where some old fart would blabber on about the school and how great this year would be and yaddiyaddiya. Sighing at his own mental images, he noticed a blonde boy further down the hall going though a door. Aha! Common room in sight. He might have been late, but he wasn't going to be the guy who got lost as well. Mentally high five'ing himself, Vanya followed suit and went inside.

Warm rays of sunlight was shining in though the dirty windows of the library. Not a sound could be heard from the inside. No signs of life at all except for a cup of tea with a crumbled biscuit laying next to it. Layers of dust covering most surfaces made it seem unhabituated. The other half of the biscuit could be found by following a trail of crumbles towards a large, wooden cabinet, door slightly ajar. "Wha- That noise- Who-" Both doors burst open as a man leaped outside. Not so much leaped as stumbled, tripping on a blanket that also came tumbling out with him. He steadied himself on a nearby table, regaining his balance, before making his way towards one of the giant bookshelves.

"Shh, shh, shh. Hey, what's the matter now?" A gentle voice cooed. "Was mister Heathcliff bothering you again?" He sighed, and mumbled. "That guy really needs to get some stuff sorted out…" Nimble fingers pulled out a book from the shelf. "Let's find you a nice, new home with better neighbours than that." He cradled the book in one arm, the other hand running along the spine of rows and rows of books. "Too rude. Too cushy. To dead, yuck. Too opinionated. Too sweet." He came to a halt. "Ah, this might do…" Squeezing the book into the row, the man smiled to himself. "Seems like a good fit to me. Let me know if you disagree, now." He skipped back to the counter with the teacup and tossed the biscuit into the air, before capturing it with his mouth and humming gleefully.

A little mouse, who'd just finished cleaning the floor from crumbles, came crawling up the man's leg - all the way up to his shoulder. It whispered something in his ear, before giving him a deep bow, disappearing the same way it came from. The brunet took a deep breath. "What would I do without you little scouts." He leaned back in his seat, staring up at the ceiling. "So the Alice's are back, huh. I always miss something important during my naps…"

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A loud yell was rumbling through the Red Castle. "No! No, no, NO! This is all wrong." The red monarch was facing an empty wall, hands clenched in fury. "This was supposed to be garnet and you imbeciles have painted it what? Mahogany?!" He touched three fingers to his forehead, taking a deep breath. Two workers were standing a good distance behind him, holding their paint brushes behind their backs, trying to hide their trembles. With a whirl, Rex turned to face the two men. "You must think I am a fool." Slowly, Rex moved towards the unlucky two. Speaking in a thoughtful manner, he continued. "Yes. That must be it. You thought I would not notice the difference. Correct?" He shaked his head as a haunting laugh escaped his lips. "I do not tolerate mockery." He spat. "Guards!" Five red guards entered the room, the nearest ones gripping the two workers. "Consider this an opportunity to reflect. Reconsider." Rex turned towards the wall again, the smell of fresh paint still in the air. "Now get them out of my sight." The monarch waved his hand in a tired fashion. The workers were put in shackles and dragged down the hall in complete silence. There was no point in pleading - a fact they knew all too well.

"What am I supposed to do." He sighed to himself, once he was alone in the room. "I do my best everyday, but they still try to ruin my hard work." Rex walked closer to the wall, staring at it for a few seconds before a clenched hand collided with it. A grimace formed on his pale face, but no sound was made. "What a waste of air."


Rex rubbed his sore hand absentmindedly as he walked down a pathway in between the blooming flowers in the royal garden. It was a beautiful day with sunshine, birdsong and buzzing bees bumbling by. Although the monarch seemed completely unfazed by it all. He kept his eyes on the ground, furrowed brows as if deep in thought. Further and further into the garden he went. The greenery had a calming effect on his nerves - not that he would admit it to anyone, mind you. That's when he noticed something. Or rather - a somebody. The king lifted a hand up to his forehead to block the sun and squinted his eyes. "Who goes there? Speak up." He demanded in a loud, clear voice. Not threatening, yet, but with an obvious hint of annoyance.

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Mentions: @Majoras End

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OK.. Always welcome back.if you want you can even throw strange rings into mount doom

Thanks. It's sad, but I think it's what needs to be done right now. I'll be watching from the world of shadows. Hopefully the Nazgûl's won't find me.
I think I need to take a break from this RP. Kind of lost my motivation, and the IRL pressure is hanging over me like a dark cloud, ha ha. I will keep an eye on the story from time to time though, so I'm not completely out. Just won't be posting for a while.


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