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Male, 25 years old.
Likes: Basically all kinds of music, writing/reading fiction, anime.
Non-RP related interests: Used to play a guitar. Used to do 'harsh' vocals. Have played basically every sport, and I do play games. Mostly, Heroes Of The Storm.
I'm into a lot of different RP's. I do like darker themes, action, drama, fantasy. Etc.
I'm very used to doing digimon and pokemon theme roleplays (because of friends) though I also like to do original ideas.

*gives cookie* Would be glad to RP with anyone. :3

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This album. (Again.)
Catherine's OST is full of remixes of classical music. If that counts...


In a blink of an eye...well-

Ravi quickly took notice of Jeri’s stare, pausing to digest their thoughts before getting to the main course. Wondering if his enthusiasm for eating crow for lunch was a mistake. Or did he just make another scary face? Maybe it was instinct, but he didn’t perceive his actions as outlandish. What could be more optimistic than accepting the role you’ve been given? He grinned as the rest of the team members agreed to end the opponents swiftly. Following their lead with a strike from his newly sharper fangs, biting into his prey’s neck and sinking them in smoothly like a knife through butter. Completely ignoring the fleeing Murkrow, as he salivated and unhinged his jaw.

Hoping the others would chime in soon, as he didn’t want to appear rude to their new friend. Listening to her thanking them for the help and then asking them where they came from. But it wasn’t an easy query to answer. Who knows if she’d even understand the truth, let alone know about humans' existence, and if it would be believable to her that they had somehow transformed into pokemon. But he had faith someone else would respond with something clever, since his mouth was a little stuffed at the moment.

Celldweller. Perfect music for when you're pulling all nighter.

To use a precious resource for a stranger that may have no interest in repaying their generosity wasn’t the smartest method for their survival, but Ravi agreed that Trevor had left to do the noble thing. They spent their energy to save the poor pelipper, so it paid to look on the bright side of things. But sides of morality were a grey perspective for creatures that didn’t perceive color. So while they waited for Trevor’s return, Ravi’s narrowed gaze focused on the unconscious Murkrow. From where he slithered, an enemy that refused to be friendly was a prize won after the hunt, handed to him on a silver platter. His tongue wiggled close to its visible injuries, smelling an intoxicating aroma unique from its sleeping brethren. He was in favor of enhancing the flavor by throwing salt in the wounds. His words were hushed to keep the slumbering murkrow from stirring, but he spoke with passion dripping from his palate, making his intentions loud and clear.

“I agree with Nathan, leaving them alone will only open us up for future attacks. I’d sssuggest we strike them down all at teeth might be sharp enough to chomp down and break their necks. Then I can handle thisss one ssswiftly.” Unaware of how cold and sinister that might’ve come across, Ravi had almost began to unconsciously wrap around the injured bird, but he stopped to hear second opinions from his team. And it was wiser to wait and eliminate the underlying threats.
I’ve certainly written novel-length stories before. 60K is a challenge at first, and then you write something far better and nearly twice as long in half the time. Just have to get dedicated folks that want to read them, so they can tell you what you did right or failed at. But many of my projects have never started past the setup phase. And the challenge is finishing them without having some niggling esoteric problem with it that makes me stop writing. I’m disappointed you didn’t provide details yourself on what you were writing.

What are they about?

Let’s just start with the most recent one I actually attempted to make any progress on. It was called “Dr.Apparition And The Precipice Of Thorns”, it was effectively a supernatural mystery novel that was a dark satire of Sherlock Holmes. (It would’ve been a series that got progressively darker and a satirical deconstruction of the mystery genre itself.) But I’m awful at pitches, but I’ll do my best brief elaboration of the first story. (Or at least the beginning of it.)

In a world where most magic is considered long dead and humans are the predominant species, all crimes are watched over by a grim-reaper deity that instantly knows the location, identity and culprit of every dead body and swiftly punishes murderers with death. But when the deity discovers a new body hidden far below the edge of a precipice in a bottomless pit of thorny vines, he mysteriously loses the ability to instantly identify the culprit and is terrified of what chaos that could lead to. So he resorts to blackmailing the only person the world that has any magical abilities, an egotistical Plague Doctor that creates special elixirs. He’s also one of the few with the capabilities of pulling the body out, since he purposely mutated himself into anthropomorphized crow. And it only gets crazier from there...

How long have you been working at it?

Unfortunately, I only really did it for National Writing Month, last november. I got about 25,000 words in, after about two weeks of writing? Not exactly constantly typing away, since I become distracted and disinterested far too easily.

What do you think about your story stands out?

I try to do something interesting that I haven’t personally done before. I don’t usually do satire and comedy as a focus in my fiction. So it was an experiment to have fun and not take anything seriously. I’ll admit I don’t read enough ‘supernatural comedy mysteries’ to know what stands out in particular. But the first one wasn’t especially going to try doing much in terms of standing out. But it might’ve gone way out there, if I continued.

From the fiction I do read? (And most of what I do read nowadays is unpublished/online.) For at least some of it, generally more effort put into the sentences artful. I have read a lot of mysteries and many of them are written very mundanely, since many of them are very down to earth, but also with elaborate detail. I don’t think I’ve seen one be made so ironically easy for the wanna-be ‘detective’ characters for comedic effect in the way mine was going for. I also selfishly adore all of my very stupid naming puns and character interactions. (I’m always uncertain of how funny I am or not. But I take pride that I’ve had three friends nearly choke to death in laughter.)

What are you finding most challenging?

It’s always something different, but for this story specifically...

Oddly enough, it’s something I thought I’d conquer and could still reasonably overcome, the uncertainty of knowing if the mystery is too obvious or too obtuse to the reader? The whole point is that the mystery goes pretty smoothly for them, since the duo are in conflict and both aren’t detectives by any means. (But there’s also a deeper story purpose to this, that I hadn’t gotten far enough in to elaborate yet.) So even though it’s part of the point, I started getting concerned with how fast paced the story was going and I stopped to consider if I should add more to it.

Then life happened and I never really got back to it. And unlike most of my stories, I haven’t really took a deep look at it, or had anyone try to critically analyze it yet.

I’m currently considering writing something else entirely, closer to my preferred way of storytelling, but I’m sure this is long enough...

Ravi displayed a wide smile of confidence as his team began carrying out their attacks. Since they appeared to be normal pokemon, maybe they’d feel just as uncomfortable to get near such a unwittingly eerie presence. He wanted to provide more than moral support, but hesitated in deeper consideration. How could he best assist his team? If his allies were going to lob countless distance attacks before they could approach, which was the most advantageous, it wouldn’t be smart to get in the fray and be caught in the chaos. For now they had the numbers advantage, but none of them feasibly had the experience of group brawling multiple enemies at once, so it increased their chances of friendly fire. Though he wouldn’t dare be pessimistic and assume they were far from a well snake-oiled machine. But he couldn’t help but instinctively feel that going on the offensive was counterproductive. Instead he carefully slithered on the sidelines beside what he deemed the most vulnerable team members and watched carefully to play defense. If one of his teammates stumbled and was in danger of getting attacked, he would be the fastest and have the best range to lunge at the opponent for a counterattack.

It was fantastic that most of the Murkrow had fallen asleep, but who knew how short-lived that would last? In the worst case scenario of them waking up simultaneously, he had a feeling that he’d be able to do something about that to stir mass confusion. Then they’d be safe to escape and live another day!

...Not that he was the least bit worried about that.
I have over 200 games on Steam. (Easy when they're so cheap. Been my present exchange to my brother and roommate for many years at least.) But I don't even play any of them. Not even really much of a gamer anymore and every time I try to game (at least on my) something seems to stop me. This round was I was unable to get the modding to work and it was obnoxious. #Firstworldproblems

And once someone hacked my Steam account and stole my games from me. (Added like 25 usernames to my account, that I haven't figured out how to remove.) But I did get it back pretty quickly after I complained about it. (If I remember correctly.) But that was fun.
Banned for using the copyright of Loreal's catchphrase.
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