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6 yrs ago
Current 78.media.tumblr.com/ac13757… - mfw people ask for incest ships
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6 yrs ago
I can't believe I've stuck myself with three girls for all of next year who think screaming, shrieking and making sex noises consists of banter. -_-
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6 yrs ago
Pepsi Max ftw!!!
6 yrs ago
The facts and lore of a specific universe: Canon. A large piece of artillery used to shoot shells: Cannon. Writers, please learn the goddamn difference. This has been a public service announcement.
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6 yrs ago
Posts will be delayed until wednesday, my dudes. Got some uni wori to catch up on.
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Bio



Howdy all! I figured it was about time I spruced up my bio section. Or, y'know. Wrote something in it other than WIP.

So! Things to know about my mostly-good self:

I'm a 20 year old female, hailing from a not-so-small town in the north east of England. I'm currently about a third through my second year at Uni, and have made some awesome friends there so far. I also debate. That's always fun - arguing has always been an annoying trait (for others, that is) of mine, so putting it into something one can have on their CV is great. The competitions are super fun too. Anyway, roleplaying.

If you've known me for a short or long while, you'll likely know what an absolute slut for fantasy I am. High fantasy to low, I love those kind of roleplays and will nearly always be interested in new ones that crop up. The same applies for Sci-Fi, but at the moment, I'm not feeling inspiration for a good ol' spacefaring RP. Gotta get the Mass Effect out again, get me craving some Turian booty again. However, I won't go for only these ones. SoL can interest me if they're run properly, alongside horror, mystery, romance, etc. I won't ignore something simply because it doesn't have magic or flying bears in it or something. As for level, I like to consider my writing high-casual to low-advanced. Hopefully others will agree with me on that one, haha. Anyway, here's a list of specific fandoms I enjoy, kind of in order of preference:

  • Lord of the Rings Universe (Including The Hobbit)
  • Dragon Age series
  • Elder Scrolls
  • Mass Effect Trilogy
  • Star Trek (I'd love a Discovery one right now!)
  • Star Wars (Specifically the time around the Prequels; while I shan't get into the whole Prequel/Original war on which is better, roleplaying makes for more excitement in the prequel era. Clone Wars guys, c'mon!)
  • Buffy the Vampire Slayer
  • Fringe
  • Greek Mythology (PJO, but with the amount of Camp Half-Blood roleplays that have come and gone, I'd prefer one based more on the Original Mythologies)
  • Norse Mythology
  • Marvel
  • Left 4 Dead
  • The Walking Dead (Or any Post-Apocalypse Roleplay, really.)
  • 'A Song of Ice and Fire' Series
  • House of Night Series
  • True Blood
  • Deus Ex
  • Blood Ties
  • The Vampire Diaries (I admittedly abandoned the show and books when the plot got too boring, but I still like the Universe. I'd join a roleplay based in it, if it had original characters, that is.)
  • Pacific Rim


Aaannndd I'll stop the list here before I go on forever. Basically there's a lot, particularly in the realm of fantasy. Hit me up if you want me in your roleplay, of if you'd like to do a 1x1 based around any of those areas, or even some additional ones if you think I'd be interested. I love original plots and Universes too, especially if they're done well.





Current Active Roleplays:
CURRENTLY UPDATING
The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention
The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion - Crimson Skies (GM)
Escaping the Blight (1x1)


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Finally done Sol's rumours! They were hard to come up with, haha. XD

1. Masqueraded as a Vampire in order to infiltrate and wipe out a coven. He succeeded, but was also forced to put down several villagers who mistook him for one of the monsters and attacked him.

2. While guarding a Khajiit caravan in Skyrim, was paid a decent amount of money by some Nords to chase them out of the hold. He did so, and when returning to the Nords, killed them when they refused to pay up.

3. Aided a group of refugees consisting mainly of the elderly and children cross a river when the bridge had broken, and the detour crossed dangerous lands; he was strong and tall enough to withstand the height and power of the water, so carried each one across for free.

4. Has never had sex, or even kissed another before.

5. After discovering a number of attackers over the years had been assassins sent by his sister, Sol now has a routine when another one appears. After killing them, he removes a part of their body, places it in a rather nice looking box, and has it shipped back to his childhood home in Alinor where his sister still dwells; a note is always attached to the body part, requesting that "she ceases in sending him any more toy soldiers, as they keep breaking."
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Hey! I'll get to replying to the collab tomorrow, now that exams are (thankfully) finally over!
Despite the amount of time he had travelled the continent of Tamriel, and the various diverse peoples and jobs he had encountered, Solandil had never found himself at such close proximity to a Dwemer ruin before. When picking up the contract, the prospect of journeying so deep into the belly of a Dwemer construct didn't worry him in the slightest, but now, the pale Altmer considered his task of guarding those with him considerably more daunting. And he hadn't even really entered the place yet. While waiting with the others for Rhea to arrive, the lifeless, wicked automatons scattered around the group did not go unnoticed. Razor sharp spikes and pincers attached to many of the pieces, both broken and complete, didn't leave much to the imagination for how painful an encounter could be with one of them. One of the alive ones, that is, if you could even consider such mechanical demons to be living. Sol's silvery eyes darted over each construct in an almost feverish manner, examining everything he could to try and see potential weaknesses. Possibly the joints? No matter the type of creature, joints were nearly always an effective target to incapacitate a foe. But Solandil knew not what other surprises could come in the Dwemer creations. Ranged attacks? Larger, heavier constructs that relied on crushing rather than cutting? Whatever the case, Solandil swiftly decided that listening to the scholars would be the best route in protecting them. Otherwise his role as guard would swiftly become nothing more than a burden.

Nodding stiffly in response to Rhea as she acknowledged him and the other guards, Sol followed the group onto the lift, pondering other potential threats as they descended. Falmer would be an obvious one, of course. Chaurus' always bred with Falmer, so they'd be another issue. Spiders were another potential threat. This train of thought continued as the group made their way through the structure, his inner pondering only faltering as he caught sight of the motionless Centurion and the sheer size of the thing. It would take more than a few swings of his sword to take out the joints on that behemoth, that was for sure. The next lift ride was spent thinking about possible ways of bringing a fully-functioning Centurion down, when yet again, he was interrupted. Stumbling as the lift lurched to a stop, Sol, glanced at Rhea and the other experts, wondering if this was to be expected. And then suddenly, the rushing sensation of falling; the lift floor actually disappeared for a moment. For just a second, Sol wondered if this was really how he was going to die - surrounded by strangers, in a dark hole nobody civilised has been in for centuries, and his corpse never likely to be found again.

The sudden crash was jarring at best, mildly painful at the worst. Solandil had never been the most graceful of individual's, and he had fallen in a most cumbersome and uncomfortable manner. Hissing as he hit the floor and a spike of pain shot along his cheek as it connected to the metal floor, Sol could only find solace that pain meant there was no death. The darkness however, was extremely daunting, and gave one a feeling of utter isolation, even in the presence of others. Eyes squinting in irritation as a magelight suddenly appeared, Sol got to his feet, briefly checking himself for injuries as the others did the same. Nothing serious, beyond a bruised cheekbone.

"Fine." He muttered gruffly in response to Rhea's question of everyone's wellbeing, straightening one of his gauntlets. His weapons and armour were undamaged for now, and by the looks of things, that was his best case scenario right now - from what he could tell, the group would be stuck down here for a long time. Falmer would not make things any easier, either.

As the group ventured forth, Sol once again silently cursed his lack of talent for magic. His vision was already poor, but night vision even moreso. In the dark, he may as well be as blind as the damned Falmer... knowing Magelight would have been severely helpful more than once in his life, and particularly so down in the depths of the earth. For now, he'd just have to stick with a mage. Hanging as closely to Rhea and her magelight as much as he could, both of his blades were drawn; pale skin looking bone white as the it stretched thinly across flexing knuckles, fingers gripping the hilt of his weapons far too tightly to be comfortable. With the ruckus the group (or, more fairly, the faulty lift) had made, it was bound to attracted the unwanted attention of Falmer. Sol was just waiting for them to appear. And as he slowly followed Rhea out into the large cavern of ruins, just that occurred.

Sol could only sigh in annoyance as the group below became known to him. "I hate being right." He thought, readying his swords and sprinting to the building Rhea had pointed out. It was a useful choke point, and even with less numbers than normal, it would to be advantageous for them. Hopefully, anyway. As the Falmer swiftly descended on them, even Sol's poor eyesight couldn't avoid noticing the ugliness of their foe. He had heard they were blind, but up close, it was as if they had no eyes whatsoever. Skin paler than his, and sharp, yellowed teeth that looked more akin to weapons than tools for masticating. Nose wrinkling in disgust, Sol's first foe fell with a squeal as his head was cleaved in two.

"These things do not deserve the title of Mer." He spat quietly, the rush of battle beginning to fire up his rage and adrenaline. Two more Falmer fell, the first's arms being lopped off in a swing of one blade and it's head removed by his other; the second found itself speared onto his right blade, twitching corpse pushed off with Sol's foot as he looked to find a new foe. With the shamans and archers being taken care of by the others, Sol could focus on those nearby - and something this pathetic was not going to kill him.

His fourth kill landed a lucky blow; coming from the side in a dark spot where the light did not reach, it had inadvertently taken advantage of a weakness it didn't know Sol had. Slashing down with it's blade, Sol exclaimed in pain as it caught the his arm, by some sheer luck finding the spot between his pauldrons and armour. The cut wasn't deep or debilitating, but it caused enough pain and anger for Sol to retaliate with fury, slicing the creature groin to head with such force that a portion of it's head flew off into the darkness somewhere. Breathing heavily, he glanced at his shoulder, being able to take a breather as the fighting tapered off. They could relax. For now.





As the group caught their breath, Solandil had kept to himself, wiping the foul blood of the Falmer from his weapons and armour in the dim light, wincing if he moved his shoulder too much. Sol had always had a hard time trusting people, and this instance was no different. Several minutes after receiving his wounds, he hadn't felt any giddiness or fever, which meant poison had been highly unlikely. With no healing magic of his own, and unwilling to ask Brynja or any others for aid, Solandil had simply ignored the throbbing pain in his shoulder - he had no doubt there'd be another fight soon enough, and adrenaline did wonders for washing away the pain. He certainly wasn't going to waste one of his potions on something this minor, that was for sure.

Listening quietly as the group moved on, Sol's ears pricked up as he heard the term "Snow Elf". It was a term he'd heard plenty of times, though usually by way of an insult directed at him. It was the lesser known name of the Falmer... although, one could consider the two terms to belong to different races now. The Snow Elves were beautiful, while the Falmer were abhorrent. The Snow Elves were civilised, intelligent... the Falmer being the total opposite. As he trudged on, Solandil bitterly thought once again how awful the Falmer were. They should be wiped out - and as the group was suddenly told to shush, he realised that perhaps he wasn't the only one with that idea. There on the ceiling, what could only have belonged to the Dwemer, seemed insistent on wiping out any trespassers. Normally, that would mean Falmer, and Sol couldn't complain. Unfortunately, he doubted that even the Dwemer could create something sentient enough to discern monster from person. Listening as the others discussed their options, Sol considered the Khajiit for a moment before stepping forwards quietly.

"I can go with you. I'm quieter than I look, though I'll understand if you want someone a bit more...subtle, to accompany you." He whispered, glancing up nervously as the spotlight shone again. Even with his eyesight, the dark seemed much safer than being in the spotlight of that thing.
Although the sky above held blue skies and a merry sun, there was a cold bite to the gentle wind carrying across the air. Whether it was because she sensed the beginnings of winter approaching, or impending doom in the shape of a darkspawn horde, Feri felt unsettled. There was but a moment of sweet bliss she held in the early morning, awaking in the comfortable (Well - more comfortable than the wilderness, anyhow) tavern bed to the hustle and bustle of an excited town. The memories of the night before; her conversation with Rannon, the closeness of them both on the table, and the bittersweet sensation of having a barmaid ruin their little bubble... all of it was recalled fondly, and with a touch of excitement. But as older, more foul memories returned to her still half-asleep mind, her happiness drained and was replaced with worry. Not just for what they had seen and encountered already, but what was to come. Rannon was in grave danger being in this town, what with having witnessed the traitorous events of Loghain Mac Tir at Ostagar - with a bent Guard-Captain and complacently widowed Bann, there was too much going on for Feri to have watched the tourney at ease. While she didn't doubt Rannon's capabilities, there were too many threats present for this to seem like a fair fight.

Placing what she hoped was an encouraging smile on her face as Rannon briefly looked their way, an unusually serious expression swiftly replaced it as Feri scanned the crowd. Eyes locked on Bann Heathor as he spoke to the crowd, the uncomfortable knot of concern in Feri's stomach tightened. This wasn't a man who was grieving a wife of many years whom he had loved with all his heart. It certainly wasn't a man who knew about the impending Blight practically knocking on his doorstep either. He sounded too out of place for the circumstances, and that alone stank. Noticing the rich fabric of his (tightly fitting) clothes and the rings on his fingers, Feri's eyes narrowed. They looked of similar make to the kind she had noticed in the Guard-Captain's office... was the Bann paying off the Guard-Captain? Or were they both being paid off to turn a blind eye by somebody else entirely? Perhaps Loghain's reach was longer than they had anticipated.

"I have a bad feeling about this, Giddy." Feri murmured to the Mabari, sejant beside her and peering at the crowd just as intently. As she looked, she noticed the man in question; having suddenly appeared behind the rather comfortable looking seat of the Bann's prim daughter. Nudging the strange man that stood beside her, Feri offered him a grin.

"Who's that strapping fellow over there? If he's after the Bann's daughter, I'd have thought he'd be participating in the tourney." She asked in a gossiping manner, knowing full well what small-town villagers were like for spreading stories. As anticipated, the man in question nodded in response, a somewhat leering grin appearing as he looked at the pair.

"Aye, she's a pretty one alright. Not worth the trouble though, if the stories from the maids up at the manor are anything to go by. That man though..." The man's expression sobered up slightly. "That's Guard-Captain Ransen. Only recently got the job too. Nasty piece of work, though you didn't hear it from me. I'd steer clear of him while your and your man are visiting."

"Recently, you say?" Feri murmured in response, still looking at Ransen before she fully realised what the man had said. Blushing furiously, she turned to look at him. "Rannon's not my man! He's just -" Trailing off as she realised the villager had left the crowd to source some food, the half-dwarf turned back round huffily, arms crossed and cheeks still red. "Just a friend." She muttered. Gideon woofed in disbelief, and the tourney began. Feri couldn't decide whether or not to keep her eyes on Rannon, or potential foes in the crowd surrounding them.

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