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ABOUT ME

I'm female / 30+ years old / CET zone / and I've been roleplaying since I was about twelve. I enjoy crafting dark, emotionally rich stories centered around complex, morally grey characters. I'm passionate about world-building and developing immersive settings with texture and atmosphere, often weaving in side characters to enrich the story and help move the plot forward. While I tend to focus heavily on the main pairing, I also love seeing how the world and other relationships evolve around them. Drama, angst, and tragedy are my bread and butter, since I thrive on emotional stakes and high-impact storytelling.

I consider myself an advanced writer, typically writing a minimum of 500 words and often stretching into novella length depending on the scene and inspiration. I'm currently seeking writers of the same skill level: those who enjoy crafting layered, descriptive prose and are comfortable with detailed, emotionally driven storytelling (slow-burns, broken people, devastating twists) and who are both willing and able to commit to posting at least once a week (preferably more often, since I'm a frequent poster). If you're interested, I may ask for a writing sample to get a feel for your style and see if our writing energies align.

OOC communication is a big deal for me, because it helps us connect and align on our creative vision. I believe collaboration is key to making a truly great RP, so I'll need your input to make everything shine. I'm always open to compromise. We don't have to love the exact same things, but I'm happy to meet in the middle so we both enjoy the experience.

WHAT AM I LOOKING FOR?

I’m currently craving a RP with one of my characters, Lucian Crowe, where we would explore questions such as 'Who are the real monsters?' and dilemmas surrounding the choice of the lesser evil. Lucian is heavily inspired by the Witcher, both in character and in the overall setting. The basic plot idea would be that my character somehow stumbles onto yours, and for whatever reason they end up traveling together, either hunting monsters or taking on various quests. Ideally, we would take turns coming up with and directing each quest, so we both get to enjoy solving mysteries.

Since I prefer MxF pairings and like to include some romance in my stories, I’d prefer if you played the female. Your character can be anyone: another hunter, a healer, a sorceress, a humanoid monster such as a vampire or shapeshifter, or even a princess who, for whatever reason, ends up in the hunter’s company.

DM me with your ideas and we can discuss the potential pairings and story arcs together!

Below is my writing sample for the character, along with his character sheet.

He did not want to do this. By all the gods, he truly did not. For he already knew the shape of the ending. Violence clung to him like a shadow that refused to be shaken off, no matter how many miles he rode or how many prayers others muttered on his behalf. And yet the men behind him showed no sign of understanding the danger they were courting. They glanced at the broad sword strapped across his back as though it were a mere ornament worn for show. Perhaps they assumed that in a tavern so crowded, with so many witnesses and good company about, the Draeven would not dare spill blood.

Their mistake was in believing he required a blade at all.

Their jeering swelled behind him, the heavy thud of their boots drawing nearer. He heard one of them mutter something obscene about the priestess' private parts; another gave a guttural laugh as he reached out toward Aerie, who stood stiff at Lucian's side.

Lucian took a single breath, the quiet before the world split open, then clenched his teeth until his jaw trembled. Heat surged beneath his skin, anger darkening his features. In the next instant he turned, quick and precise as a hunting animal striking. He caught the man's wrist mid-reach, fingers closing around bone with the unyielding grip of iron. Before the man could even gasp, Lucian's other fist connected with his face. The blow landed with a sickening, meaty crack that echoed through the tavern like a hammer struck against a stone. The brute flew backward, crashing into a table and sending tankards clattering to the floor.

The second man reached for his knife, but hesitation cost him dearly. Lucian seized him by the hair and slammed his face against the counter. The impact cracked bone loud enough to stop the room. Blood smeared across the wood as his nose collapsed and his teeth scattered against the floor. He slid down with a grunt, half-conscious, while the crowd recoiled in raw, silent shock.

That was all it took to rouse the remaining four.

Chairs scraped. Steel hissed. The cluster of black-ribboned men surged to their feet with knives and machetes flashing in their hands. The inn was suddenly alive with shifting bodies. Some patrons were scrambling away, others remaining seated as though the unfolding violence were a form of morning entertainment. A drunk near the window let out an enthusiastic cheer. Two travelers ushered their children out the door, pale and shaken. The innkeeper cursed under his breath but dared not intervene.

Lucian's eyes burned red, the Draeven fire rising behind them. He strode to the nearest table, seized an empty chair, and swung it with brutal purpose. The wood collided with an incoming attacker's chest; the crack of splintering timber burst through the room as the chair shattered, leaving fragments raining like debris from a storm. Without pause, Lucian gripped the remains and tore them apart with his hands, raw strength cleaving wood until he held a single long piece, a sturdy stave that fit his grasp like a weapon made for him alone.

A roar filled the room as the remaining three assailants attacked together, each converging from a different side. They intended to overwhelm him through numbers. But Lucian had fought worse monsters than men.

The first lunged from the left with a wide machete swing. Lucian pivoted, using the wooden staff to parry with such force the blade glanced off, sparks flying as metal scraped wood. He twisted the staff downward, catching the man's knee; a sharp crack followed, and the man collapsed with a shriek. The second man came from behind, aiming for Lucian's ribs. Guests gasped as Lucian spun the staff in a sweeping arc, striking the attacker's forearm. The blade dropped to the floor. Lucian drove the butt of the stave into the man's stomach, folding him like cloth before sending him sprawling. The third was the largest and most determined. He charged straight in with a bellow, intending to tackle Lucian to the ground. Lucian braced, staff held firm. Their bodies collided, but the Draeven did not yield. He twisted his hips, redirected the force, and brought the length of wood up sharply beneath the man's jaw. A crack rang out. The brute staggered, disoriented, and Lucian struck him again, once in the ribs, once across the temple, until he finally collapsed to the tavern floor in a heap.

Silence rippled over the room, broken only by the groans of the wounded and the clatter of utensils that had been knocked aside. A few spectators clapped quietly; others watched with breathless horror. Someone muttered a prayer. Someone else muttered a bet they wished they'd made.

The last of the four men, the one who had taken the staff to the jaw, attempted to crawl away, blood streaming from his face, leaving a thin red trail on the tavern floorboards. He whimpered weakly, dragging himself through the spilled ale and broken wood. Lucian walked toward him with slow, deliberate steps, the wooden pole gripped in his hand like a judge's sceptre. His expression was not wild. It was worse than that; calm, assured, carved from cold ruthlessness. The expression of a man who had killed before and would kill again without hesitation.

"No… no, please…" the wounded man sobbed, raising a blood-slicked hand. "Mercy—please—"

Lucian did not grant him the dignity of a reply. He seized the man by the collar, hauled him upright with effortless strength, and dragged him across the floor to where Aerie stood. The brute kicked weakly, scrambling for purchase, but Lucian held him firm and pushed him forward until he fell to his knees before her.

"Apologize to the lady," Lucian growled, voice low and edged like drawn steel. He jerked the man's collar again in wordless command.

The man trembled so violently his teeth clattered. "I'm— I'm sorry," he stammered. "I'm sorry—"

Lucian lifted his gaze to Aerie then, the fierce red glow still smoldering in his eyes; violent, unsoftened, and wholly unrepentant.

Backstory
Lucian Crowe is a Draeven, a meta human forged to hunt and kill the monsters that terrorize the lands. Draevens were created by decree of the First Emperor during a time when the realm was overrun with creatures beyond the strength of ordinary soldiers. The process that birthed them was cruel and secretive. Young boys were taken and remade through agonizing experimentation, their bodies altered and hardened through brutal trials and relentless training. When the first Draevens proved successful, the Emperor’s ambitions grew. No longer satisfied with using them solely against monsters, he turned them into weapons of the crown. The Draevens became an elite force within the imperial army, warriors so powerful that their mere presence served as a warning to anyone who might challenge the Emperor’s rule. Lucian spent years serving under the imperial banner, carrying out the will of the throne. Eventually, however, he struck a rare bargain that granted him freedom from imperial service. Few Draevens were ever allowed to walk away. Now Lucian travels the world alone as a mercenary. He accepts only monster hunting contracts and refuses every offer to fight in another man’s war.

Appearance
Lucian is a dark, imposing figure, built broad and tall beneath layers of blackened armor. His long, raven-black hair falls in loose, wind-tangled strands around a sharp, severe face marked by a jagged scar that cuts from brow to cheekbone, twisting his expression into a permanent, cold sneer. His skin is pale against the darkness of his armor, but it is his eyes that draw and unsettle attention most, glowing a dim, unnatural red that feels controlled rather than wild. Every piece of his attire is worn and functional, fitted close to his body, built for survival rather than display. He stands unnaturally still, like something carved from shadow, his presence heavy and quiet, as if the cold itself clings to him and refuses to let go.

Personality
Known to be a grim and brooding loner, Lucian moves through the world like a man carved from shadow, caring little for politics or the quarrels of ordinary men. He trusts neither rulers nor peasants and keeps his distance from both, preferring the brutal honesty of monsters to the manipulation of people. Though stern and often cold, he is not cruel; he simply follows a code shaped by survival and necessity rather than compassion. He observes everything, rarely reveals his thoughts, and treats emotions as luxuries he cannot afford. Yet there are rare moments, usually unnoticed, when he acts with a quiet, unspoken sense of duty that suggests a conscience buried deep beneath the scars.

Skills and Abilities
Enhanced by Draeven transmutations, Lucian possesses superhuman strength, stamina, reflexes, and regenerative abilities, allowing him to fight tirelessly and recover from wounds that would kill ordinary men. His senses are honed beyond natural limits; he hears the slightest movement and sees clearly even in complete darkness, his red eyes reflecting light like a predator’s. Though not a full mage, he can cast simple, practical spells such as protective shields, kinetic blasts, and small bursts of fire, all used to aid him in battle or hunting. His rune etched blade, forged with ancient magic, grows deadlier in the presence of monsters, cleaving through enchanted flesh and resisting curses that would shatter lesser steel. Combined with his knowledge of creature behavior, tracking, and battlefield intuition, Lucian stands as one of the deadliest monster hunters ever created.

POTENTIAL PLOT IDEAS

In the realm of Althea humanity stands as the dominant force, while other races have long since withdrawn from its reach. The elves, diminished in number, live in secluded enclaves far from human lands, and their history with the world is largely forgotten or deliberately ignored. Beyond this realm lies another, known as Zorr’Mahal, separated by a fragile boundary known as the Veil. On the other side exists what people call “demons”, once known as El'dorei, the dark elves, who were cast out by the Faerunn, their elven kin, and condemned to a disembodied existence. In their current state, they persist as powerful spirits, capable of crossing into the world of Althea by possessing living beings. However, mortal bodies cannot withstand their presence for long. Human hosts fail quickly, animals endure slightly longer, and only monsters, already warped by magic, can contain them with any degree of stability.

With plans to return his people to Althea, the Demon King searches for a more permanent solution. Thus, he turns to a disgraced sorcerer who was once instrumental in the creation of the Draevens, enhanced humans designed to hunt monsters through unnatural and unethical experimentation. Having been exiled for his methods, the sorcerer now continues his work in secret and makes a deal with the Demon King to modify human bodies, making them capable of sustaining demonic possession. His experiments require a steady supply of subjects, and so people begin to disappear across the empire. Because monsters are often used to carry out these abductions, they are blamed for the attacks, reinforcing the belief that they are the primary threat. In reality, they are being controlled and utilized as tools in a far greater plan.

As the sorcerer’s work progresses, he succeeds in creating bodies resilient enough to host demons without immediate destruction. This allows the Demon King to initiate a more subtle and dangerous phase of his invasion. Rather than sending demons indiscriminately, they begin possessing individuals in positions of power, including nobles, military leaders, and political figures. Through these hosts, they manipulate events across the empire, gradually destabilizing it from within. Conflicts arise, alliances fracture, and tensions escalate into widespread war. This growing instability weakens the Veil itself, making it easier for more demons to cross into the mortal world in greater numbers and with less resistance.

Our characters are initially drawn into this situation while investigating a series of unusual monster attacks and disappearances. What appears at first to be routine work gradually reveals a deeper pattern, leading them to uncover the involvement of the sorcerer and, eventually, the larger demonic conspiracy. As they learn the truth, they are forced to confront not only the nature of the threat but also Lucian’s own origins, as the same methods used to create him are now being refined for far more dangerous purposes.

Their objective is clear. They need to find a way to stop the Demon King before hordes of demons breach the Veil. But how will they be able to do that when enemies are no longer easily identifiable, and the line between human and monster becomes increasingly blurred?
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