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K A S S A R O C K
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Greetings friends, partners, enemies, acquaintances, and strangers. I am Kassarock, or just Kass if you prefer, welcome to my profile. Anyway, I am a 30 year old male roleplayer from the UK and a long time user of the site, although I have come and gone a fair bit over my time here. I used to be more active on the old site, and I still am relatively active in the off topic sections today, as well as in the guild's discord. So you might see me around.

I generally consider myself to be an advanced writer, I pretty much always write multiple paragraphs, and will drop walls of text if the mood takes me. My grammar is okay, but not formally perfect, so I do not expect that from my partners either. I normally like quite dark and dramatic themes in terms of content in my roleplays, regardless of genre. Unless I have got an interest check up, or have messaged you, I am not usually looking for new partners to write with.

I think that covers just about everything. Message me if you want to know more.
Original Join Date: 07/04/2009

Advanced, Casual, 1x1, Nation, Tabletop

Historical, Fantasy, Sci-fi, Romance, Drama

Writer, Archaeologist, Cymro

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Current Roleplays and Interest Checks

My 1x1 Interest Check Thread | Currently CLOSED

~ BLACK FLAGS ON THE ABECEAN ~ | Casual Fantasy TES | Set on the isle of Stos M'Kai in world of The Elder Scrolls franchise.

A Journey Of Recovery | 1x1 Fantasy Romance | A cursed knight and his mage companion travel the land in search of a cure.



Other Things

Current Avatar | Connor Fawcett

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Z H O U X I A O L O N G


T H E Y O U N G D R A G O N , E M P E R O R O F G R E A T Z H O U


A P P E A R A N C E

Zhou Xiaolong is a handsome youth not yet out of his early twenties. He is tall and well muscled, but not stocky, with a lithe physique more suited to that of a runner than a wrestler. A wild mane of jet black hair tumbles down to his lower back when not bound and affixed with pins to hold it into place.

Despite being born of the highest of the nobility, there is a roughness and a ruggedness about his person. Xiaolong's skin is not the perfectly pale smooth complexion that most would expect of a royalty, instead he is lightly tanned from long hours riding under the open sky. It is also marked by two prominent scars, one creeps up across the left side of his high cheek bones to slash his dark brow in two, whilst another tucks under the right side of his sharp jaw, running down onto his exposed neck.

His eyes are dark, a brown so deep it also seems black until the light catches them. They're difficult to read, giving him a somewhat enigmatic quality unless he is overcome with particularly strong emotion. This, combined with his reputation, gives him something of an authoritative air, and he has been known to silence men with but a hard glance.

In his dress he strives for utility and function over aesthetics and ostentatious displays of wealth. He often dresses little better than a common solider when not at court, and even when residing at the palace he prefers his silks in muted tones of black and maroon. He rarely wears the full Imperial Mianguan Crown, preferring a small silver and jade Xiaoguan to hold his topknot in place.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Command was something that thrust upon the Emperor from a young age. Xiaolong was leading armies and winning battles at eighteen, it has given him a commanding and domineering streak in his personality. He is used to getting what he wants, and bends the court and the imperial bureaucracy to his will despite his general unpopularity.

His callousness and ruthless nature is well known. Xiaolong is a man who has personally killed his own family members, and is responsible for the deaths of all but one of his siblings. Its whispered that he smiled as the Dowager Empress was forced to drink poison, a woman to whom he should have shown the upmost filial piety. It is widely believed he is a sadist who loves nothing more than wanton murder and destruction.

It is certainly true that the Emperor is most comfortable around men of bloodshed. He values the counsel of his generals much more than that of his civilian administrators, granting them greater privileges and favours. Those closest to him are all staunch loyalists from his days in the Northern Frontier Army, men who have fought alongside him for years, these are the few people he seems to genuinely trust.

Xiaolong is also in possession of an infamous temper, that has become the terror of many courtiers and ministers. He rages against the traitors and rebels that continually threaten the stability of his rule. His anger is also regularly directed at those who fail to enact his will through indolence, incompetence, or corruption.

H I S T O R Y

Third son of Emperor Zhou Longwei, Xiaolong was born of an affair he had with a common serving maid who was only later raised to be an imperial concubine. Xiaolong was always considered the least of the princes, being born half a commoner and under scandalous circumstances. His mother died young, when Xiaolong himself was still a child.

When he was sixteen Xiaolong was appointed a subcommander of the Northern Frontier Garrison, where he first gained military experience under the command of Guo Qiang, an old general who mentored the young prince. It is also where Xiaolong met his future right hand men, Marshal Fang and Commander Hu. Fang was another junior officer from a minor family serving with Xiaolong, whilst Hu was a common soldier under his command.

At eighteen his father, the Longwei Emperor, died and his eldest brother Honghui ascended the throne as Emperor. Not long afterwards Xiaolong took control of the Northern Garrison Army and declared war on his brother in order to place himself upon the Jade Throne.

After over a year of fighting Xiaolong slowly gained the upper hand in the conflict and faced Honghui in battle, ending in a decisively victory for his forces, with the Emperor being killed in the fighting. Xiaolong secures the capital with the death of yet more members of the Imperial Family, one of his first acts as Emperor is the execution the Dowager Empress, along with numerous former ministers and nobles who sided with Honghui. He is only twenty years of age.

The war is far finished however. Before the year is out, the Yan clan, former allies of the Zhou and the family of the Dowager Empress, revolt in favour of placing one of the former Empress’s descendants upon the throne. Together, along with the Prince of Chu and numerous other nobles hostile to Xiaolong's rule, the Yan declare Xiaolong's younger brother Zixin Emperor.

The fighting is particularly bloody, with heavy losses on both sides. In the end the Yan are slaughtered to a man, the Prince of Chu is killed in battle and his wife (Xiaolong’s older sister Lijuan) dies during the sack of the Chu capital. Many great families are brought down by the fighting. Xiaolong personally executes his younger brother. It is around this time Xiaolong earns the moniker, The Bastard Tyrant.

Sporadic rebellions and border incursions by steppe barbarians have marked the remaining years of Xiaolong’s reign, most of which has been spent on active campaign. The Zhou Imperial Family is a shadow of what it once was, with only Xiaolong and his younger sister Jiaying being seen in public. Rumours swirl about the fate of Xiaolong's nephews. Most assume they were quietly murdered by the Bastard Tyrant once he had them in his grasp.
Somewhere on the Northwest Frontier of the Zhou Empire…

A cold wind swept in from across the steppe. Above the encampment the red and black banners of the Zhou Army stirred and snapped in the gathering dusk. Not far from the well ordered lines of tents, crows descended to feast upon the carnage of a still fresh battlefield. Another great victory for the man they called The Young Dragon, The Bastard Tyrant, The Usurper… Zhou Xiaolong.

The soldiers celebrated their victory around the cookfires of the camp, making merry with wine and song, it was no different in their commanders’ pavilion.

The remains of a meal lay strewn across the table, the half gnawed bones of a suckling pig carcass still being picked over by the men sat around it, just as other scavengers pecked at the bodies outside. The air was heady with smoke from torches and braziers, their light the only thing keeping the tent from darkness. Somewhere underfoot a dog circled the assembled guests, nuzzling at the legs at each in turn for a scrap of the feast above.

Ignored by the soldiers, the hound’s begging went unanswered, until it made its way around to the young man lounging at the head of the table. He was tall and strong, still half dressed in his armour despite the late hour, with an unruly mane of black hair streaming unconstrained down his back. The torchlight picked out the pale scars than ran across on his handsome face, his dark eyes glinting like shards of obsidian.

Absent-mindedly the young man petted the dog’s head, tossing the animal a rib from his own plate, before returning to the letter he held in his other hand.

“News from the capital?”

The question came from the man sat to his right. They were of a similar age and appearance, both tall and dark haired. Though the man to right was paler, and his hair straight and fine where the other’s was wild and untamed. The way they held themselves could not be more different, either, while the man reading the letter lounged with a casual arrogance, the other sat straight in his chair, looking by far the most prim and proper of their company.

“Nothing new, my advisors want me to marry.” His tone was low and he spoke slowly, but nonetheless the conversation began to die down as soon as the man at the head of the table spoke, it was clear that he held sway over all the others here.

“Zhen Min?” Came another question from further down the table. The letter reader murmured assent in response.

“Him and Wen Tao, the Grand Chancellor sends a list of worthy noble ladies he thinks would make an acceptable Empress. As well as some foreign princesses that may prove valuable alliances.”

“Hmm… better than wedding a traitor I guess.” The next speaker was the man to his left, broad and brawny, with light brown hair and an easy smile. He drained a glass of sweet plum wine as he made the quip.

“You do the Grand Secretary a disservice Commander Hu.” Came a rebuke from further down the table. “A match with a noble family of known rebel supporters would do much to pacify the situation in the provinces.”

“Bah! Give me the men and I can pacify any province in the Empire, nobles be damned!” Another solider chimed in with a bash of his fist to the table, he was a giant of man, skin criss-crossed with numerous scars, a black leather patch where his right eye should have been. “Your Highness should take a peasant to be your Empress, rub it those nobles face that the old order is over, we’re in charge now!”

“I’m in charge now, you mean, good General.” The Emperor, Zhou Xiaolong, shot the general a dangerous glance, but a thin smile was playing at the corners of his lips. “But it is an intriguing idea… my ministers have plenty of ideas as to who my Empress should be, but what do my loyal war hounds say?”

At first silence hung over the gathering, the soldiers not exactly sure at what to do with the permission they had just been granted to pick over the personal life of their fearsome and ruthless leader. Then one by one, they all began to speak, with increasing intensity, until a flood of wildly differing opinions had been unleashed and small arguments were breaking out down the length of the table.

“Meaning no disrespect, but there’s more value to be had in a noble match than a common. Turn a foe into an ally, gain another pillar of support, more troops to swell your armies.”

“A foreign alliance is clearly the best course, secure our borders, allow us to turn our forces inward to put a stop to the rebels once and for all.”

“Common or noble, this is your wife we’re talking about, so she has to be beautiful above all else!”

“Beauty is more than skin deep, a true partner for life comes from your compatibility. Find someone who speaks to your soul!”

“You need strong sons, take a woman with good hips!”

“You know… I do have a sister...”

After a several minutes of chaos, the Emperor raised his hand to silence the arguing. There was a savage gleam to his black eyes, half amused, but still with a hint of a roiling anger hidden somewhere deep inside.

“So as I understand it, my Empress should be a common noble from a great house who fought against me in the rebellion, but who’s family is still powerful. She should also be a foreign princess, exceedingly beautiful, the mirror of my own soul, and have excellent child bearing hips. Oh and she should also be Kang’s sister.” He scoffed derisively. “Does that about cover it? Now tell me where can I find a woman like that?”

Silence was the only answer from the other end of the table. These were all men who knew the moods of the Emperor intimately, and few dared raise their head above the parapet of what appeared to be the opening salvo of Xiaolong’s infamously bad temper. His personal and family life had always been an excessively treacherous topic to bring up around the Young Dragon.

One man however seemed largely unperturbed by this turn of events. Commander Hu, captain of the Imperial Guard, just continued to sit there with an easy smile, pouring himself a fresh glass of wine.

“Why not just send for them all?” He asked casually with a shrug of his broad shoulders.

“A harem? You know how I feel about concubines.” The tension in the pavilion could be cut with a knife. Xiaolong’s tone was now low and dangerous, he had balled up one of his fists atop the table and had fixed the commander with a steely gaze as he leant forwards in his seat.

“I didn’t say marrying them all, just send for them. It’ll gets the eunuch and Wen off your back, decide which, if any, you actually want later. Send the rest back.” Hu just sipped at his wine, barely paying the Emperor any notice. Xiaolong just stared at him for a moment, before slumping back in his chair to his former reclined position. Quiet conversation uneasily began again at the far end of the table.

“You know, that’s not the worst idea I’ve heard you come up with Hu.”

The Emperor went back to read the letter again, his free hand slid beneath the table and he ruffled the head of his favourite dog once more.
Hello good timezone!
I was just wondering, do you desire to have Smut in every plot? I'm interested in a few of the plots but I don't do smut due to personal reasons and I don't want to offer if you're looking for partners who do ^^;;


No, not every plot. The Demon in Dark Glass is specifically a non-Erotic one, and most of the others could probably played as fade to black, with the exception of Blood-Freak.


K A S S A R O C K ' S 1 X 1 I N T E R E S T C H E C K



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Yo, I'm Kass. Been here forever, been roleplaying forever. I got the hankering to write some stuff with some new people, you know the drill, I know the drill.

Below is some general information about me for you to browse to see if our vibes match.

PM me or post in this thread if you have any questions or if there's additional information that you would like from me, either about myself and my preferences, or about the plots below.

T H E B O R I N G S T U F F

  • I'm a late twenties male roleplayer from the UK. So GMT/GMT+1 timezone.
  • I would generally consider myself to be a high-casual/advanced roleplayer and am looking for a partner of about the same level. Quality over quantity is better when it comes to writing in my opinion, but generally 5+ paragraphs, definitely no one liners. If you don't have a post history I can peruse, I'd like a writing sample to make sure we're a good fit.
  • My posting schedule is on the slower side. I try for once a week at the minimum, but I work fulltime in a fairly demanding position so this sometimes does get in the way.
  • Happy both writing on the public forum or conducting roleplays through PMs.
  • Most of my roleplays will feature mature themes that I am only really feel comfortable exploring with partners over the age of 18. Some plots will have adult and erotic content in them, although I've always been a plot over porn kinda guy when it comes to the smuttier side of the hobby. Any overtly erotic roleplaying will of course have to take place via PMs.
  • When it comes to romantic pairings, I generally prefer MxM and MxF, with myself playing the male role. I do occasionally write female characters, but it generally isn't in my wheelhouse.
  • Genre wise, fantasy/historical is my usual go to, although there are some plots in here that specifically cater to some modern/contemporary settings. As always all my plots are heavily spiced with drama and angst.
  • Looking for someone who wants to collaborate heavily for worldbuilding etc.

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