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A little about me…

• Female (She/Her) (Cisgender)
• Pansexual
• Thirty years old.
• An America-born Eurasian. (Of Han Chinese and Dutch descent.)
• US Central Time Zone
• Casual & Advanced are my vibes.
• My writing interests are manifold.
• I tend to prefer 1x1’s but I never shy away from a great group RP.
• Ask for the Discord.





Current Roleplays…

NO MERCY WRESTLING LEGENDS My long-running wrestling career 1x1 roleplay with @Shoopuf.

~ BLACK FLAGS OF THE ABECEAN ~ A swashbuckling RP set in the universe of The Elder Scrolls.





Extras…

My catalogue of characters. (The new one.)

My old/original catalogue of characters.

SANDSTRIDERS world and lore.

A Thousand Legends world and lore.

Group Roleplays that I have GM’d;

Most Recent Posts

Elina slowed her pace as she closed in on the cornered Fiona, rubbing her chin with her left palm. The two wrestlers’ eyes locked, Elina let her hand fall as she worked her jaw side to side. Fiona was still showing no sign of relenting and to Elina this was an irritation — like repeatedly slapping down a fly that just kept buzzing up from the floor. This was Elina’s debut match for NMW and while the former champion did not expect - nor want - some throwaway jobber that she could not have some fun with Fiona was at this point a nuisance. More than a nuisance, actually. She had already endured two of Elina’s finishers and that in itself was a defiance. Elina raised her right hand and drew her arm back - her fingers and wrist rigid - and whipped it forward with a sharp, punishing knife-edge chop just below Fiona’s throat.

“Oh, a chop to the sternum!” Dan Rich cringed.

Elina’s arm came up and back again, Elina delivering a second chop to the same spot - harder than the first - the crack echoing and causing a wave of “oh’s” across the front row seats.

“A second,” Brent cringed, “I took more than a few of those when I wrestled and they smart.”

Instead of a third chop, Elina swiftly reached under the rope and grabbed Fiona’s right wrist with both hands, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She pressed her right boot against Fiona’s abdomen, using it as leverage, and raised her left leg dropping her upper body down. Nearly all of Elina’s body weight pulled on Fiona’s arm, stretching it painfully against the rope.

“Oh, my God!” Dan Rich exclaimed as the stands went wild.

“That could dislocate Fiona’s wrist!” Rhonda fretted.

The referee rushed forward demanding Elina to stop, which she ignored - prompting him to begin counting to five. It would not matter, just a few seconds of so much pressure on Fiona’s arm would be debilitating.
Fiona’s move paid off. Elina flew through the air and crashed down directly onto the NMW skull logo, landing between the black pits of its eyes.

“Monkey flip!” Rhonda shouted.

Dan Rich couldn’t hide his surprise. “I’ll give it to Fiona - it’s not often that you see Elina catapulted like that! Especially by a younger opponent!”

"Let's see if she can capitalize on this momentum," Rhonda added, her eyes darting between Elina and Fiona.

Elina wasted no time, kipping up to her feet and narrowly avoiding Fiona as she charged. Elina ducked behind her opponent and locked both arms around her waist. At first it seemed like Elina was setting up for a German suplex. Instead, she grabbed Fiona’s right wrist and pulled back, forcibly twisting Fiona around. In one smooth motion Elina yanked Fiona forward, stepping into the move and swinging her free arm around with ferocity clotheslining Fiona across the throat. Fiona went down like a sack of potatoes, the mat quivering under her.

“Ripcord lariat! I saw it coming.” Brent boasted.

“And Fiona is down!”

Elina didn’t waste a second, she dashed to the same corner Fiona had flipped her from and ascended the turnbuckle with ease. As soon as she reached the top of the post Elina took a few seconds to survey the crowd, her confidence radiant. With a wide smile she raised her arms high and mimicked a sprinkling motion with her right hand above her left palm. The crowd eagerly followed suit, the gesture in rippling across the arena. With the energy building Elina crouched, poised for the finish.
"Here it comes again…" Brent called out, eyes widening in anticipation. "Moonsault!"
With a graceful leap Elina soared from the top rope, her body a perfect arc as she hurtled down toward Fiona.
I sense more high fantasy in the near future for me. ☕️


The craving comes again… ☕️🫖
One of my biggest pet peeves in text-based RP is actually quite common.

When it comes to original settings/worlds naturally players will be required to ask the GM(s) questions about the world they are writing/playing in to have the full grasp of everything. Unfortunately, there are people that just feel the need to ask the most trivial of questions, or worse extensively grill the GM for information that is pointless to the overall plot. Just because they are curious. I have both witnessed it as a player and dealt with it as a GM in the past and it is so annoying.

A quick example; when an NPC is from some far flung country or kingdom that has no relevance beyond the reference and yet a player wants paragraphs of detail about said country/kingdom just to satisfy their passing curiosity.

(As I said this is a common pet peeve and others have most likely mentioned it here.)
Elina grabbed Fiona by her arms, jerking her upright and taking advantage of her disoriented state to spin her around. The former champion pulled Fiona around to face the commentary table and the eager crowd. Elina looped her right arm around Fiona’s neck while her other hand tightened around her own wrist, applying relentless pressure. An excited surge went through the crowd, Elina had won many matches with her submission skills and this could be another under her belt, so to speak. Her first NMW win at that.

“And now Elina has Fiona in a chokehold,” Dan Rich pointed out, “Anyone that knows about Elina knows that submissions are her bread and butter!”

“Fiona has got to get out of this fast or this match is over…” Rhonda added.

“No doubt,” Brent scoffed, “and even if Fiona doesn’t give in the longer she’s in this hold the more damage is done. Submissions holds aren’t just about a tap after all, a draining chokehold, an armbar, or an ankle lock can seal the deal in a match. If an opponent is hobbled or dizzy then they can’t fight.”

Elina’s eyes narrowed, her facing scrunching up into an unflattering expression as she began making sharp jerking motions with her right arm to try and send “jolts” of pain through Fiona’s neck and head. Elina started tilting back, the commentators immediately knowing what was coming.

“Oh, Elina‘a trying to take it to the ground,” Brent shouted, “It’s hard enough to get out of a submission hold standing, on the floor it’s even harder!”

“But Fiona’s trying to fight through it, Brent!” Dan Rich exclaimed.
Elina ducked under Fiona’s strike and stayed on the move. She sprinted to the opposite ropes, ricocheting off them with speed. In a flash Elina leaped, twisting mid-air and crashing into Fiona’s torso with a crossbody, pancaking her down onto the mat with a loud thud.

“A hard crossbody by Elina off the ropes…” Dan Rich noted.

Elina stood up and pulled Fiona up by her right wrist. Once both women were upright Elina released Fiona’s arm and drove a hard right kick to Fiona’s gut, buckling her over, then wrapping her right arm around Fiona’s exposed neck. With her opponent secured in a headlock for the moment Elina smiled wide at the crowd, raising her left hand high and waggling her fingers dramatically before slapping her palm across Fiona’s shoulders and falling back. Fiona’s forehead was drilled into the mat in a swift DDT.

“And a DDT with a little flavor added!”

Elina gracefully kipped up and again held both arms out, towering over the downed Fiona as the arena cheered her on. Elina then looked down at Fiona and with a cold sneer began stomping Fiona’s exposed back without mercy.

“And a flurry of stomps from Elina!”

After about six blows to Fiona the referee stepped forward and instructed Elina to let up. Elina shouted something back at the official with a defiantly outstretched hand but momentarily ceased her assault.

“And Elina is starting to get a bit vicious now.” Dan Rich said.

“You bet she is,” Brent replied, “I think when Fiona went on that little rally there it made Elina want to beat a little respect into her.

Elina reached down and yanked Fiona up by the straps of her top, manhandling her toward the east-side ropes facing the commentary table. She wrapped her left arm around Fiona’s neck from behind, catching her in a headlock for the second time.

“Oh, here we go…” Brent leaned forward knowing what to expect next. Elina took two steps forward followed by a small hop, her feet connecting with the middle rope. Elina quickly pushed off the rope with both feet and swung both legs to the left around the front of Fiona while shifting her weight in the same direction. Elina whirled around, slinging and dragging Fiona down with her. Fiona’s head again was slammed into the mat in a finisher that electrified the whole arena.

“A springboard DDT!” Dan Rich yelled out.

“Lights out!” Brent smacked both hands on the table.

“And now the cover…”

Elina rolled Fiona over, hooked her right leg, and stuck her tongue out as the referee dropped for the first count of the match.
“And Elina now in a corner, and here comes Fiona for a big hit!”

Elina waited until Fiona was just a few feet away to counter, holding onto the middle rope for support and swinging both legs up in a stopping move. Elina’s boots thudded against Fiona causing the latter to stumble back. It was still early in the match and Elina had not yet taken a single hit. A windup move like a corner run on an unfazed and fresh opponent was a foolish choice.

“And Fiona‘a charge is halted.” Dan Rich’s tone dropped.

“Elina’s got something in mind…” Rhonda nodded toward the veteran.
Elina turned in place and stepped up onto the middle rope, placing her hands on the top to brace herself. Without looking over her shoulder Elina bounced in place twice to build momentum before vaulting backward off the middle rope - spreading her arms and legs wide.

“Moonsault!” Brent shouted as Elina flew right towards Fiona.
Fiona had the speed and applied strength to lift Elina up, but instead of being thrown overhead onto her shoulders to finish the suplex Elina managed to swing her legs up and flipped her whole body backward over the top of Fiona. As Elina twisted around in midair she grabbed Fiona’s head by the sides and instantaneously converted Fiona’s suplex attempt into a sit-down slam with Fiona on the receiving end. Fiona crashed down onto the mat for the second time, her back and skull taking the worst of the impact.

“Oh, wow!” Dan Rich marveled, “Elina just turned Fiona’s suplex around on her and Fiona is down on her back!”

“That was a nice sit-down slam, those are sick to watch when done so fluidly.” Brent said with an approving smile.

Elina kipped up to a stand right over the top of Fiona, immediately holding her arms out and soaking in the cheers. After a few seconds the former champion took two steps back and looked down at her opponent, making a disdainful waving motion with her right hand down at Fiona before getting into a defensive stance.

“And it looks like Elina is not even worried about Fiona right now.”
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