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Dragon Age: Of Champions and Heralds [21+]

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Dragon Age Epic Megathread, multiple plots [21+, Advanced]

Introduction:

Note: Your gender identity won't affect my choice in writing with you. I just seek out people who play male characters while I play female roles, as I prefer to include romance and adult content, 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)

About me

‡ 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.

My expectations

‡ 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 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.

A recent, imperfectly authentic writing sample

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.

The Dragon Age epic

I'm back at this phase again and the desire to do these roleplays would not leave me be. So I had several ideas for separate stories and a bonus idea that isn't tied necessarily to the games, but it can be a potential prequel to the Origins based in Orlais. In case you'd be interested in doing a long term roleplay that is based on the games and actually have ends that lead to new beginnings and content from the next game, I'm your gal.

Second and Inquisition based rps are my biggest craves. However if someone offers to be my long-term partner for all of the ideas chronologically, you'll get my undivided attention.

Pairings

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These are the pairings for the following plot ideas. My characters will be highlighted in bold:

• Non-game based, optional prequel to Origins: Orlesian Bard/Assassin x Honorable knightish thrope (but you're still free to pick out your role regarldess)
• Origins: Up to debate (I'm honestly flexible about this idea. I can play a mage or rogue, elf, Qunari warrior or a human Chantry sister turned rogue/mage, it doesn't matter, we can decide together, they naturally need to be Grey Wardens)
• Siege of Kirkwall, aka the Second game: Human Assassin Leader (Hawke based character) x Qunari from Arishok's group
• Inquisition, sequel to the second game: same Human Assassin Leader x same Qunari, now Tal-Vashoth (turned Inquisitor)

We can play all of these as far as I'm concerned. If you're a Dragon Age fan, we'll get along real well, there's no doubt about it. I know not many people are comfortable with playing Qunari, which is on high demand for me. I've played countless DA roleplays with human and elf characters, it had left me wanting something different. So if you're comfortable with playing a pretty good and accurate Qunari character for second and third games, I'll fucking love you.

Another note, if we end up working all of the plots chronologically, we can always use our main characters again in the future from the previous stories, be it as protagonists, side characters or have a massive impact as someone who had done something great in the past, much like it was with Hawke and Warden in the second and third game.

As for the Canon side characters, should we include them? Up to you! I'm down for playing Canon characters from the games anytime, as long as they're treated as side characters. But I'm also down for making new side characters based on the Canons and carry their roles for the sake of the story.

Now, onto the plots!

Non-game based idea/optionally pre-Origins plot

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I'm obsessed with the whole bard culture, especially in the Orlesian setting, as I love the drama and intrigue, all the Orlesian kitsch that would leave one breathless at the sight of artistry and luxury. So I'd definitely play an Assassiny masked bard, a seductress up to no good who enjoys playing the Game. This is actually tied to my character that I want to use for second and Inquisition games and it is a far more complex character storyline. This may play into the whole deal of Orlais Empire in Ferelden before Loghain drove them off, long before the Fifth Blight started. However, in case we'll do a continuation of the stories like the Origins timeline and so forth, I'd make the timeline a little bit more different so the Empire wasn't driven off decades ago, but more recent. Or, in case there's some other event that is more recent in Orlais and a bit before the Blight, I'd be down to play it out. As long as it is tied to the deadly Orlesian Game, intrigue and drama, I'm down.

Ideally, I'd prefer an honorable character, a knightish trope for this for your character, because I enjoy the idea of the dynamic where a respected and honorable member of society is dealing with a charming troublemaker, but it's not obligatory, you still have complete freedom in choosing what character you want to play.

Origins and the Fifth Blight

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For this, at least for my own character, I'd use a Grey Warden who wouldn't be showing up anymore in the stories after the Origins storyline, at least not as a protagonist, though that really depends on how this story goes. I don't have much to add to this, as it would follow the game in its entirety as it is, with of course freedom for us to tackle plots and things in ways we want and have to deal with consequences accordingly. I'm always down to add new additional things to the table to make our roleplay feel fresh.

I don't have specific demands for characters, as this is something I'd like to discuss with my partner on what sort of characters we can make together for the plot.

Siege of Kirkwall aka the Second game

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This is the plot where I do want to focus in on some interracial relationship between a human and a Qunari, and is a story that will lead to the Inquisition timeline. With a Qunari loyal the ways of the Qun, meeting a free spirited human who leads him to freedom at the end of the events, only for years later when the tear opens in the sky for him to become the most important individual in Thedas. An epic tale and romance, if you ask me.

Although, most Canon side characters from the second game may not show up here, as I have a list of original side characters I'd like to use. MC is actually the same character from the optional pre-Origins plot, just with a different identity which will be important in the Inquisition timeline.

My character is an Assassin leader of an organization who came to Kirkwall. They had a run in with Isabela and her crew, which led to MC getting the Tome, unaware at the time that this Tome is the root of a major issue in Kirkwall - the Qunari. Upon realizing what this Tome actually is when they arrive to Kirkwall, MC with her right hand man decides to speak with Arishok and to return that bloody thing to its rightful owners, unfortunately the Tome was taken by someone in her crew who had wanted to blackmail MC and had taken the Tome to someone who holds leverage in Kirkwall. So with a made up story, MC would stand before Arishok to tell him that someone they know holds the Tome and they plan to cause a disaster. And with her trusted right hand man who knows Qunlat helping the situation, they manage to convince Arishok to help them out in retrieving the Tome, sending his men to this mission, among which YC is one of them.

MC will more or less have the same role as Hawke in this instance, which will earn her the same reputation by the end. Our characters bond during this journey, following the similar quests as in the game, having some of the more important side characters in the story until it reaches the infamous conclusion - Varric, Cassandra, Anders, Isabela, and maybe Fenris, including a desired character you'd like to include. YC had learned a lot from MC which in the end it affects his decision in turning against Arishok and it results with his freedom and becoming Tal-Vashoth as he leaves the Qun. Our characters, no matter if they end up cordial or in a fight, will separate and will not see each other again - until the Inquisition timeline.

MC fakes her own death in the meantime. She used to be the leader of a secretive Assassin organization only to become a renown figure, which she did not like. The death of Hawke would reach the news across Thedas, as well as YC. She had such an impact on his life, it surely wouldn't leave him feeling indifferent

The Inquisition

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A direct follow up after the second game, I'm only interested in playing this as a sequel to the story prior to this one.

YC ends up following the Herald's storyline as the one who can close the Rifts. The Qunari who had become the Inquisitor, which works even better with the direct follow up from the second game, knowing Varric, Cassandra and through the two of them there is Leliana who support him against the Chantry's aggressive reactions. I would be down to play a side character for a while before my Hawke character comes into play.

This time, MC doesn't come as presenting as the Assassin leader, instead as a masked Orlesian pirate assassin who is well known and quite legendary - the same character of mine I'd play in ore-Origins idea I have shared. Whenever she puts up this masked identity, MC is like a completely different person. She comes with a ship and masked pirate men offering to aid the Inquisition but keeping up the act the entire time. At first YC would be none the wiser as to who this is, but eventually he should slowly realize that it indeed is her.

The plot will follow the game, so I've nothing set in mind yet that I feel I'd like to additionally add, but everything is open for discussion!

In conclusion...

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Everything is up for discussion! The only thing I don't want to change is the pairing idea for the second and third game. As for everything else, it's open for planning, adjusting and changing.

There will be some of my original content tied to my main character that will be in the pre-Origins, second and third game, such as the two assasing and pirate organizations. Nothing game changing that would meddle with the lore and world itself.

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!

Dragon Age: Of Champions and Heralds [21+]

Introduction:

Note: Your gender identity won't affect my choice in writing with you. I just seek out people who play male characters while I play female roles, as I prefer to include romance and adult content, 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)

About me

‡ 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.

My expectations

‡ 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 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.

Quick rundown of the plot

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• My character takes on the Hawke's role, rather than actually being from the Amell/Hawke bloodline, my character is from a Robin Hood-esque assassin leader of an organization that is fairly grey in the moral shade range. Read my character profile for more information.
• Your character is the son of Arishok, pure-blooded Qunari, under the pressure of the Qun and his father's influence. The entire Kirkwall ordeal is almost like a trial for YC where he has to prove himself. However, when he is set off on a quest with MC, his views of the Qun are challenged by MC, who is very set on freedom of the people and what it actually means to live rather than to strictly abide by laws. The point is that MC has a full on impact on YC.
• Following canon side characters will be included: Varric, Anders, Cassandra, Isabela (Although Isabela's role to some degree will be replaced by MC and she will be more of a background character) as they hold importance in the main story, as well as Inquisition. Other canon side characters can be included, and making original side characters is also welcome.
• The journey of our characters will start during the Act 2 events, My character, as Hawke had in the games, already had earned the tinniest bit of respect from Arishok and she will come back to work for him. Only events that will be played in Act 2 from Act 1 is the part with Sister Patrice and Saarebas (Shepherding Wolves quest) and Viscount's son Saemus running off with the Qunari (Unbidden Rescue) as these are topical situations for our characters.
• The exact point where our roleplay starts is when MC comes before the Arishok with the information that the man she's targeting actually has the Tome of Kolsun in his possession. She offers to bring it to Arishok after catching the culprit, however Arishok prefers for that to be done with one of their men and sends YC, I strongly suggest you add a Qunari friend for YC that may end up dying during the story. However, MC did not tell the whole truth to either the Arishok and his son about the Tome...
• Our characters should bond and possibly even fight the Arishok at the end. The conclusion of Dragon Age 2 storyline is what makes YC end up becoming a Tal-Vashoth, which will lead to our second story in the Inquisition - where YC becomes the Herald of Andraste.
• As a Herald, he'll get a visit from a group of pirates who offer their services to the Inquisition, led by a curious masked Orlesian woman... Whose identity he will discover later in the story of the Inquisition.

The Starter of our Story

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Warning! It's novella length! Let this also serve as a writing sample!

"Story Starter"

A C T O N E : T H E C H A M P I O N

T H E S I E G E O F K I R K W A L L

"MC: Frances"

Frances - Serpents of the Rocks

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HOW IT BEGAN

"You really want to know the truth about the Champion, Seeker? Well, I can only tell you what I know. Best tales I know of the people who reach their glory are those who never asked for it. And Frances? Well... If it wasn't for the Arishok's son, I doubt we'd be here, discussing the events. It's not often you hear the son of a Qunari leader turning on his own flesh and blood... Because of a human woman. This had nothing to do with the conspiracy of taking down the Chantry and conspiring with the Qunari to take over the Free Marches. I think it was all because of love..."
- Varric Tethras

The people of Kirkwall were tense more than they have ever been before, as if the Blight itself wasn't an issue enough - the refugees storming through the gates of the city, the ever-growing tension between the Templars and the Mage Circle, things seemed to have only piled on further and further. The common folk were desperate and demoralized, the lower classes lived under miserable circumstances and were forced to take on grueling and rather immoral jobs for some coin, while the upper class still got to live comfortably, despite the ever-growing tensions.

The Blighted Castle is one of the biggest ships that graced the seas, as big as the ships of royalties and nobles from all around Thedas, but this one was just a bit different. There was a large black flag with a masked skull dancing in the wind, shamelessly announcing its presence to either provoke the bold or frighten the clever. The Nightlaws were the pirates who have been the kings of the sea for the past three decades, known to have taken down massive ships, raided and killed nobles in cold blood, sometimes even ending bloodlines, only to disappear into the night. They were rich and powerful, with connections running deep in the noble circles of gorgeous Orlais, which is the only reason why it seems this organization always slips through the cracks just in time. And when you hear the stories of these cold blooded killers and near-impossible odds, people tend to either idolize them like the Orlesians or are terrified at the mere mention of them like in the Free Marches of Ferelden. No sailor would want to share the same horizon as these folks…

And it seemed that there was a crew of pirates from ship Siren's Call who had seen the Orlesian flag and taken the opportunity to establish dominance which had proved to be a fool's errand. Siren's Call had met the depths as the survivors have fled the ship, and all of their valuables were taken away before the majestic sailboat would be nothing but a wreck. The Blighted Castle simply left their enemies behind to be the leftovers for the hungering sharks.

And those who left the ship that night in Kirkwall were not here on Nightlaw business - they didn't wear the recognizable uniform and these were not masked Orlesian assassins, instead they stuck to the shadows and their faces were hidden underneath the hooded cloaks. They were more than pirates and to the general public, they had no names. They had no faces. Just shadows that come and go in silence.

The organization that left the Blighted Castle are the Serpents of the Rocks and they situated themselves in one of the abandoned homes in Lowtown that led into the Darktown area which was perfect for smuggling both resources and information. Some people had to learn the hard way that there's new and more dangerous faces in the city that shouldn't be questioned, even though some dared to provoke. A group of hooded and well-armed assassins would eventually stir the community while remaining anonymous, some thinking that it's just another group of bandits that were idolized by the desperate, and the Serpents preferred it that way. They were organized and successfully secretive with how well they concealed their identities, so finding out information about them proved to be an incredibly tedious task and probably not worth losing life over it.

What the Serpents did in Kirkwall is doing some damage control - taking care of the helpless, clearing the streets at night of the trouble, but that really had riled up some people. Some mercs and thugs really wanted these new, dangerous faces out of their turf. And it was only a matter of time before they'd inevitably get into a much bigger conflict with the Serpents if they remain here for long enough.

Frances kept an eye out on their surroundings. She couldn't just simply walk out and puff her chest, announcing their arrival even more. They caused more than enough of a stir, but she did not expect Kirkwall to be this... Well, it's a cacophony, but what did she even expect in the time of Blight. Her good friend and also a bodyguard, Tavros asked her to come here. This was where he grew up when he was a child and initially met Tobias, the previous Head of the Serpents. He didn't like the rumors about the state Kirkwall was in and he wanted to see what was actually happening from the inside. The criminal activity in this place was frightening and so many people were in poverty, sleeping on the streets with nothing to hold their name. All the while the nobles lived comfortably in their side of the town, blocking the desperate lower class from even stepping near their side of the town. How could they just ignore and move on with their lives while so many suffer and die?

Living as both a Serpent and Nightlaw, Frances hid her true identity from the world, one identity as a he, a man, to the general public and other people who have never seen her. She liked to deceive the outsiders looking into her organization, because if you cut the head off of the Head, the rest will stop functioning and chaos will commence - hence why she had picked Frances as someone who represents her identity.

DEALINGS WITH THE QUN AND THE EXPEDITION

When they came to see the Arishok for the first time, tangled in the dirty business with a dwarf who wanted some of the infamous Qunari gunpowder, Arishok was met with five people. At a first glance, they were cloaked in dark armor though to a trained eye such as his, it was obviously light and unrestrictive armor. He had been in the human lands more than he would like to admit, and he had recognized that such uniforms are worn by the assassins, daggers and killers for hire. But more than that, despite not being able to see a face or any other physical trait aside from height and build, it was clear that in just this group of five, there was diversity - A male dwarf, male elf, a female human, and two male humans. However, one in particular stood out. He was the tallest and broadest, while he was dressed as a rogue, he was built like a warrior.... And Arishok almost thought that he was one of their own when he spoke the Qunlat.

It was disappointing and just as surprising to learn that the man who spoke to him in Qunlat was just a trusted bodyguard of the human woman who spoke with a firmness of a man and with fire in her tongue. Arishok was doubtful, as were his men, women were not meant to be leaders. But after Frances had done some favors for the Qun, without asking for anything in return, Arishok had shown the slightest bit of favor towards the Serpents, despite Arishok never seeing the faces of the people involved. Though he was aware that he was the first to know that the leader of this infamous group of assassins was not a man, as the city whispered. But a woman. And a strange one, at that.

And for that reason exactly, after what had happened with Javaris, it got the attention of Dwarven nobles who were preparing to go to an expedition to the Deep Roads. It is where Frances had met Varric, a Dwarven noble who prefers to be called a Surfacer, who is also a silver-tongued writer, and a former Grey Warden mage Anders, who shared Frances' bitterness for the authority, and the same drive to fight against the oppression of the Chantry and all other authority... Even though Frances, an assassin, had more of a moral compass. Despite those shared ideals, Frances had developed a closer friendship with Varric, bound with trust and same humor.

THREE YEARS LATER - PRESENT DAY AND UNENDING TROUBLES

The expedition, although ending successfully for the party, did not go smoothly. Bartrand, Varric's brother and the one behind the expedition had tricked the group and trapped them in one of the rooms of the Deep Roads after taking the Lyrium statue. The greed completely polluted the dwarf's mind and ever since they returned to Kirkwall, Varric was understandably hellbent on getting his revenge. While Frances had promised to help him in this endeavor, something rather troubling had happened...

The Serpents, despite the ridiculous amount of wealth they have earned after the expedition, have kept it going the same way they always had - head low, lurking in the shadows, gathering information, cutting throats and making sure to make the wealthy un-wealthy by donating all the finery and money to those in need. And after her one day of gathering information on Bartrand with Tavros, they returned to their headquarters, they'd learn that things will no longer be the same. Tavros and Frances that same fateful day have learned that, whatever they have taken from that pirate ship that attacked them years ago, actually had the stolen Tome of Kolsun - which belonged to the Qunari. The reason why they rushed back to their hideout was to retrieve the Tome to return it to the Qunari, with hopes to make matters better, as Tavros, who was knowledgeable about the people, warned Frances that if Arishok knew, he could really cross every boundary and wreck havoc upon all of Kirkwall, if not the entire Free Marches.

Just a few people were around the messy lounge area of their hideout and they looked beat up and bloodied, if not laying motionless and dead on the floor. Frances froze in place as she looked around, very clearly disturbed as the realization settled in. These people are her friends, her only family. Were they discovered by their new enemies? Who could do this to them? She needed to help them. Everyone. She cannot just stand there...

"Bennett..." one of the wounded spoke up, coughing blood. Frances rushed over to him, worry written all over her face. Not bothering to ask questions, she looked at the wound in his stomach and immediately began to treat him. The man groaned, clearly in pain as she shifted him to stop the bleeding from his seemingly fatal wound. She cared about her people, they were brothers and sisters. Even blood relations couldn't compare to the bond between the members of the Serpents, as they have bonded through the hardships, being each other's support and pillars… "Boss, it's Bennett... He started... A deal with... Someone else."

Frances frowned and looked at Tavros. "Call over the others and help the wounded NOW." she ordered. He rushed out, he didn't need her to tell him twice. Her attention would immediately shift back to her comrade. "Tell me, Phillipe, who is he working with?"

The man took a few quick breaths after swallowing, using whatever was left of his strength to form sentences. "Meeran... Another merc in town… We've already gotten some info on him… He didn't like our presence here and… And then Bennett... He took some of the prizes before we caught him and others he convinced..." he started coughing again.

Just as Phillipe was about to speak, Frances stopped him. "No, it's fine. You told me enough. You need to rest, I'll get us a medic." she insisted as she stopped the bleeding from his wound. Laying him down, she rushed to see who was dead from the group, even though any loss is a bad loss. She knew many of these people. Either she grew up with them or she taught them, she never took loss well. But the betrayal hurt even more. She was afraid that Tobias' death would lead to this, to the falling out of the Serpents and the organization he made to help the helpless and bring down those who step on them, only for the brothers and sisters to stab each other in the back like cowards.

Rage boiled on the inside as she walked over to the bigger and darker room without any windows that served like a storage area. The moment she lit up the torch and saw how much was missing, panic caught up with her. Looking around, she searched for the Tome, only to see that it was gone along with many other valuables. The redhead growled as she punched a shelf, bottles and books crashing on the floor, she closed her eyes to calm herself down. She came to Kirkwall to do the right thing and find those who need help and give them hope, because Serpents could do it. If she could prevent the Qunari from doing something disastrous, Frances would damn well do it. Unfortunately, things got a lot worse. Bennett might even try to blackmail her or make it seem as if she stole the Tome from the Qunari... This is very very bad…

And Tavros had warned her earlier. "Boss... If you're gonna give the Qunari back what belongs to them... I don't suggest telling them truth. The fact that it was in our possession this whole time would make us just as bad as the ones who had taken it from them." and she heeded his warning. Frances would seek to speak with the Arishok again... And try to make things right.

In conclusion...

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All that's left to do is to send me a PRIVATE MESSAGE. WRITING SAMPLES ARE DESIRED!

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!

All's fair in Love and War - A complex tale of Ares' and Aphrodite's love [LFM, 21+]

Might give this a shot again...

All's fair in Love and War - A complex tale of Ares' and Aphrodite's love [LFM, 21+]

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All's fair in Love and War - A complex tale of Ares' and Aphrodite's love [LFM, 21+]

Introduction:

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)

About me

‡ 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.

My expectations

‡ 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.

A recent, imperfectly authentic writing sample

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.

The premise

Ares and Aphrodite, a love story as old as time itself. Troublesome, toxic, but raw and real. True to their nature, they're the two opposites, as much as it may cause chaos due to the differences, without their union, there would be an imbalance... The love is possessive, all-consuming. Self-control can only last as long as these two forces keep themselves in check. But the moment one missteps, it officially passes the point of no return.

I'm looking for specifically Ancient Greek mythological setting. Does it need to be super authentic? Maybe, not necessarily. Does the mythological setting need to be super on point and follow the ancient stories? Not really. As the matter of fact, my depiction of Aphrodite would be different. I never liked the behavior of a goddess that was meant to be reincarnation of beauty and love, but maybe there's a reason for it there, I simply did not like it.

I want to represent Aphrodite as the divine feminine, a nurturing figure of love, not one who would curse others out of spite. While it only makes sense that a goddess of beauty would be offended if she was not recognized as the most beautiful, in mythos, there were a lot of instances where Aphrodite has done vile things when love was rejected. I'd prefer to work on her character traits. She will start of as a fairly naive figure that is filled with innocence, much like love would be when it comes first. However, Aphrodite's sexual awakening and her coming to her fully power only happens when she's with Ares.

In the story, she'd be a fairly new goddess in the Olympus. The world is going through a troubling time, a lot of war and hatred has been growing among mankind, but among the gods in Olympus as well. The birth of the goddess of love had happened out of necessity, while also the aspect of her beauty that is there to inspire all to do good.

So when she meets with Ares, things will feel immediately electric between them. He's the definition of masculinity and Aphrodite is the true feminine. War and Love clashing, Ares disagrees with how love would dull the blade and Aphrodite naturally despising violence and pain, would disagree with Ares' choices to end things in blood. However, despite those disagreements, there's something more beneath the surface. A certain tension, electric and magnetic, a strong pull between the two opposites. Two different energies that simply cannot move on if one is without the other, or mass destruction and withering would take place.

Aphrodite might not dull Ares' blade, but she would most certainly soothe the unending and exhausting rage that made even the god of war himself feel as if its all pointless, at certain times.

There was a reason why Aphrodite came to be. And there was a reason why in such hard times Ares and her would have such a specific chemistry.

It would be a love story that should change the course of humanity's future. But it comes with a devastating price.

So no, it's not just a romance with lots of sex, just because Ares is a dominant, red blooded masculine force and Aphrodite being the living and breathing aphrodisiac and goddess of sex, doesn't mean that this story is going to be all about that. It's an epic tale where their nature, being the polar opposites, mends and harms them both at the same time. And how much their union affects the world around them, being the gods and forces of nature, it'll reflect their relationship. Even sex is not just sex, in this scenario. It's something more.

I'd go as far as to add more challenging aspects - Aphrodite's (upcoming?) marriage with Hephaestus and her inner conflict and guilt as a goddess of love, other gods and goddesses disliking Ares and wanting to keep Aphrodite away from him (considering that she's new and given that everyone sucks in Olympus, they'd want to use her for her own agenda) and who knows what we can come up with next!

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!

Paused.

Introduction:

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)

I just had this craving lately to do a massive pirate story that has everything, from political intrigue, adventures and action, to mysteries, curses and horrors. I cannot ignore that crave anymore, it's really bugging me how much I want to do such a massive and compelling story, and given the fact that this has been bothering me for months, I know for a fact I'll be able to keep this one up for a long time.

Before I get into the nitty gritty, I just need to mention that I need a partner who's into storytelling and world-building, including side characters and just creating all sorts of new things and elements that will benefit the story. And one of the more important aspects for a wanted partner is that they love doing character building, as well. I'm not settling for anything else. If we need to write 20 pages of long text just by planning our story before we even begin, so be it.

Plot and character concepts:

Basically like the Pirates of the Caribbean meets Black Sails, sprinkled with Lovecraftian horror. Literally everything you could ever ask for in this kind of a story, I want it in there.

The main thing I want to kind of focus on for the start are the characters and a "normal" setting in the world. What do I mean by normal setting? I mean things are not magical and fantastical at first. Only mythologies are spoken by the people, describing what might be out there, shanties of the curses and monsters, but nothing has ever been confirmed. It's just that - stories birthed out of fear. Most of the concerns at the beginning are either regarding rivalry between pirates, political intrigues and concerns between the powers that be and the pirates, classicism and other social issues, that would slowly lead towards an adventure, hunt for some treasure that would slowly reveal something much bigger that has been skulking in the background of this world. Perhaps a world-ending threat that has been awakened. Or something entirely else. I want to work on these details with you.

Side characters are a must. I love having romance in the story between the protagonists, and dirty smut is always welcome, it just needs a proper buildup. If you're looking to get characters to get off soon, this won't be a story for you. I want to actually develop a nuanced world and story. Until our characters don't get to that point in their relationship where they'll get messy together, it might not happen for a bit. All depends on who our characters are.

With that said, I'm doing MxF pairings, with me playing a female.

One of the ideas that I did have for my character is that she belongs to a wealthy masked pirate organization. They're not just primitive sailors who kill and raid, it has been formed by a former politician/lord/noble who has disguised himself to hide his identity as he wants to mess up the system that has betrayed him and this has been happening for decades - which had also developed the whole identity of the pirate organization where all members wear black clothing and masks that would conceal their true identities. MC is presented as one of the few female pirates (if not the only one here) who has a secret and tragic background. However, her new identity had captured the attention of many people that she developed a reputation. She is not only taking from the reputable rich people, she's also an assassin of sorts. Her true identity and appearance will be unknown until it is dramatically appropriate to reveal it in the story.

How I wanted this specific pirate organization to have anything to do with the massive story is that the captain had been cursed somehow and he's trying to find a way to relieve himself of the dreaded thing that haunts him. I do have the idea from where this curse comes from and I actually found a shanty on youtube that can easily be the song that describe this man's struggle that will lead to a very dark fate.

Anyway, this is what I have so far for this story idea. If you're interested, please send me a message!

Anyway, here are some more to-the-point short details that are about myself as a writer and my expectations for my ideal partner:

About me

‡ 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.

My expectations

‡ 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.

A recent, imperfectly authentic writing sample

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!

In search for an epic tale and and even more epic romance! [LFM, 21+]

Introduction:

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:

About me

‡ 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.

My expectations

‡ 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.

A recent, imperfectly authentic writing sample

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!

Specific desires: Final Fantasy, Game of Thrones, Vampire the Masquerade and some dark, original stuff [F for M, 21+, yes its OPEN]

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