Well that's one count yes. Haha~
I mean my RP (in my sig) is a medieval thang, so it won't be too hard. I'd just have to go a bit close to Victorian than to Medieval.
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STATUS: It gets colder these days, but I love my sweaters 9 yrs ago
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Hi all! It's Ana back from the void. I had some pretty intense months IRL, but the witch is back and ready to brew up a wonderful little story haha~ Here are my terms for OnexOne, dearlings~ Look it over and let's see if our tastes can create a lovely RP feast for you and me!
Length:
Medium causal to low advanced. I am a bit carnivorous and need a good bit of meat in the posts I get from my partners. Don't let me go hungry, huhuhu~
Like wise, I shall try to feed you with, at the very least posts of two and a half paragraphs in length or more. It's all about give and take, right~?
Mature Topics:
I can do smut and cursing, but let's try to keep it classy? I have a little brother on this site and I'd be mortified for him to find anything that isn't at least trying to be creative in word choice. Plus there are so many ways to keep things interesting and detailed without being crass or vulgar.
And while we are on the topic, I also feel that my mature RPs should be done with 18 and older roleplayers. Same goes with characters: 18 and older, preferably in the 20s, or nothing more than love fluff. You get Angel Food cake, you hear? Only 18 and up get to have Devil's Food.
And Romance doesn't have to be sappy. It can be that they hate each other in the beginning, but have attraction. Maybe they stay enemies. Maybe they unite but still don't trust one another. And maybe she is a hellion and he is cool calm and collected. Or maybe they both have bad tempers. There are so many possibilities! Romance doesn't always mean sappy fluff, but can include dark and more twisted passion. Huhuhu~ That's why there is a 'mature 18+ rating' on the door. ;P
Historical Topics:
Many, if not all, of my RPs involve some sort of historical quality. While I am no history buff, I like things to be believable. Call me nit picky and strict, but I don't like my Vikings calling my Heroine "babe" or "chick". It's odd and jars me right out of the RP.
Have Courage, Dearlings:
I won't bite you. :P I know I may seem strict on what I want, but this is just so we can both get what we want out of RP. If it isn't working, let's not be afraid to say so. Nothing is more painful than trying to feign interest in something you just are not interested in. Let's agree to talk to each other. Compromise and communication can solve many things. I am always open to suggestions once we agree on something to start with. OOC chat threads were made just for these kinds of things. So let's be friendly, yea? :3
One Final Thing:
I am looking to play the female character. I am looking for MY female character to be paired with a male character. I only clarify this because there have been misunderstandings in the past and it got reeeeeal awkward.
And so there is no confusion, I feel I must state it plainly somewhere in my current request: I would like to be the main female character. Thank you very much~ ;3
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Ya'll kiddin'? I am a Goddess in my own right~ You guys are my darlin' little toys. I love to play with ya' ~
*rolls over, undead and moans* hiiiiiiiiiii....
*starts banging on the floor* Oy! Oy! I'm still 'ere, ya' know?!
Ahahahaha! So you guys alright by letting me do it then? I won't be able to keep it to The Tudors though, since I've only seen three episodes, but I know a good bit about all his queens. I'll play a queen though. Hmmmm.... What would it be like if Queen Anne had been front in center instead I wonder...
hahaha no i meant like you know how there is always the kids from class F or D always getting into trouble? they'd be NPCs but it'd still be big enough to draw attention from our characters.
just an idea of course. though something like the starting of the lunch hour and a common meeting place might be more effective
just an idea of course. though something like the starting of the lunch hour and a common meeting place might be more effective
Arren stayed in the kitchen, fingers flying, doing at least four things at once. Bread for tomorrow, preparation for tomorrow's breakfast, tonight's dinner, tonight's dessert, estimations of rations and food supplies, as well as rum and meads. The heat of the oven and stove had made it hotter in the kitchen than it already was in the humidity if the wanning day. Throwing open a window with a small grunt, the rust red haired creature sighed as the salty breeze drifting into the galley, rolling his shoulders. It was something strange to this body, the feeling of stress from so much work. Funny enough, it was not that it was too hard, it was just that it was different. Even having been a noble, Arren had worked. Was it fair of others to sit and laze about all day when there were people just below them hurting themselves as they worked their hands raw?
A little girl sat plucking sharp feathers out a hen when the door opened and a morse looking governess rushed in. The girl frowned, but looked down, as if to avoid shame by avoiding eye contact. "Miss... Miss, please... Ye should be studying... What do ye think ye be doin' puttin' calluses on such pretty hands?"
Arren looked at one hand, the strong fingers holding the knife. Pretty? What could be more pretty about hands than the stories they told thought scars and calluses? Unworked hands were ugly and uncomfortable. Many nobles had hands like that, and it disgusted Arren. With another sigh, Arren finished up the work she was trying so hard to focus on. Shaking her head sharply she brought herself back to reality. Coarse, cold, and callus. Tough. It was Arren Viper now and that was what he had to be. And the sun was slowly sinking to the sea and those bumbling bitherheads would be storming the kitchen once more if there wasn't a meal set out on the long table. Stacking plates and mugs, it was quick work setting everything out. They weren't yet too far out at sea that it was choppy, so the heavy set stayed on the table well, as did the vast arrangement of food. Climbing the stairs, Arren set foot on the deck. With a deep in hail, Arren let out a the loudest shout he had ever had the pleasure of presenting to the youngly bound crew.
"OY! DEADLIGHTS 'ROUND RIGHT! DINNER TIME, YA SPROGS!"
Thus with that, Arren turned right around and head back under to the galley to get his own meal. If they didn't hear, it wasn't on him. It'd be their own fault if they went hungry tonight. And he thought none of them might like that tomorrow, since that's when the real work of being on a ship might start. It would be interesting to see if any of those more suited for land would a bit sea sick. If that was the case, they'd have to eat plenty of green apples. And Gods knew they had a ton.
A little girl sat plucking sharp feathers out a hen when the door opened and a morse looking governess rushed in. The girl frowned, but looked down, as if to avoid shame by avoiding eye contact. "Miss... Miss, please... Ye should be studying... What do ye think ye be doin' puttin' calluses on such pretty hands?"
Arren looked at one hand, the strong fingers holding the knife. Pretty? What could be more pretty about hands than the stories they told thought scars and calluses? Unworked hands were ugly and uncomfortable. Many nobles had hands like that, and it disgusted Arren. With another sigh, Arren finished up the work she was trying so hard to focus on. Shaking her head sharply she brought herself back to reality. Coarse, cold, and callus. Tough. It was Arren Viper now and that was what he had to be. And the sun was slowly sinking to the sea and those bumbling bitherheads would be storming the kitchen once more if there wasn't a meal set out on the long table. Stacking plates and mugs, it was quick work setting everything out. They weren't yet too far out at sea that it was choppy, so the heavy set stayed on the table well, as did the vast arrangement of food. Climbing the stairs, Arren set foot on the deck. With a deep in hail, Arren let out a the loudest shout he had ever had the pleasure of presenting to the youngly bound crew.
"OY! DEADLIGHTS 'ROUND RIGHT! DINNER TIME, YA SPROGS!"
Thus with that, Arren turned right around and head back under to the galley to get his own meal. If they didn't hear, it wasn't on him. It'd be their own fault if they went hungry tonight. And he thought none of them might like that tomorrow, since that's when the real work of being on a ship might start. It would be interesting to see if any of those more suited for land would a bit sea sick. If that was the case, they'd have to eat plenty of green apples. And Gods knew they had a ton.
Ugh lucky! I'm still trying to get a job! Fourteen applications and still nothing!
EDIT: by the way "deadlights" means "eyes" and "sprongs" is "raw, untrained recruits or children" and "galley" is the kitchen/dinning area
EDIT: by the way "deadlights" means "eyes" and "sprongs" is "raw, untrained recruits or children" and "galley" is the kitchen/dinning area
Haha! I guess we do need a major conflict to bring everyone together... instead of a fire alarm it could just be rival school gangs getting into a fight in the courtyard.
ARRRRGH YOURE BAAACK YAAAAAY!
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