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Just discovered Dog TV. My pitbull and I have a new shared hobby.
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There's a panhandler who hangs out on the street corner by our dispensary every afternoon with a sign that just says "Green 4 Green?" and tbh, I respect my boy's confidence.
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Name: Taylor
Pronouns: They/them
Age: Mid 20s
Relationship: Married (happily, I might add)
Time Zone: Arizona (we hate daylight savings, so it's MST year-round)
Writing History: I've been on a number of different roleplaying websites for over a decade and a half
Hobbies: Writing, fitness, driving/exploring, hiking, camping, traveling, tabletop games, anything NEW (I love trying things I've never done before)
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Format: 1x1s only. Maybe I'll try a group RP again someday, but I've never had one last longer than a few months
Posting Speed: Depending on my schedule, I can usually post at least once per week
Favorite Genres: Modern, Historical, Romance, Action/Adventure, Horror/Dark, Fantasy, Slice of Life, Dystopian, can be convinced to write some Sci-Fi
Hard 'no's: Fandoms. Sorry, but I can't maintain interest in characters/worlds I didn't build with my partner
Template: Public threads or PMs. I prefer to keep all my RPs in one place, so no emails or G-docs or the like
Rating: Comfortable with 18+ content, but it's not a necessity and I prefer not to center a plot around explicit scenes
Level: Advanced. Will consistently provide around 400-700 words per post, but can occasionally leap to 2000+
Character preference: One main character, but large side casts are greatly enjoyed. Because I write long posts, I prefer not to double
Gender preference: Male. You'll be hard pressed to convince me to play a female that isn't a background character. It's just not my forte
Romantic Relationships: MxF or MxM (currently prefer MxM)
Character Images: Faceclaims or detailed descriptions only. I envision the characters like real people in my mind, so I can't take anime seriously
OOC chat: Yes please! I'm a total extrovert who loves to get to know the amazing minds behind my partners' characters
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I'm sensing a battle of epic proportions between Vinny and Lavi ;]
Gerbold growled as he watched his men fall around him. They had not been expecting an assault by another human, and were taken off-guard. The lone man was able to get away with the lives of more than one of his men. No matter; he did not escape unharmed. Gerbold saw the arrow that pierced attacker’s armor. He could not have gotten far.
Looking back at the brawl with the dragons, Gerbold decided the man could wait. He had to get his Slayers away from the spreading fire. He shouted above the sounds of battle for them to retreat. They would regroup and follow the dragons at a distance, then strike when the moment was right. Gerbold swore that the dragon-lover would get what he deserved as well.
SoNem hovered at a safe distance above the poachers, Istaria trailing at his side. He watched the silver dragonelle fly up to meet him. He simply dipped his head in acknowledgment when she thanked him, then returned his attention to the humans below. They were retreating from the glow of the flames, but he doubted they would give up that easily.
In the distance he saw the silhouettes of dragons against the moonlight. His kin were moving again, except this time they were scattering! SoNem felt his hearts speed up.
“Where are they going? They’ll be weaker against the humans on their own!” Istaria voiced SoNem’s concerns, staring wide-eyed at the rapidly shrinking bodies.
SoNem didn’t reply. He had noticed that the other dragonelle wasn’t with them and swept his gaze over the forest floor. He tried to ignore the idea that she was captured by the humans. He couldn’t stand the thought of any more dragon blood spilled that night. However, he felt a wave of relief when he caught a glimpse of copper-colored scales rising above the tree line.
“This way,” SoNem said, tilting his wings to glide over to meet up with the Aramoor dragonelle. Safety in numbers, after all. As he got closer, he noticed she was injured. An arrow shaft protruded from deep within her shoulder, and dark red blood dripped down her scales. He flew up next to her, brushing his wing tip against hers to let her know of his presence.
“Come with us,” SoNem offered, giving her a sideways look. “I think I see a place to rest in those hills.” He indicated the spot with his eyes. “The humans will have much difficulty getting through those craggy rocks, which will buy us time.”
Without waiting for a response, he glided below the copper dragonelle to cross over to the rugged hills. Istaria hung back and looked at the others. She let out her breath in a sigh. SoNem could be so curt sometimes. Istaria brushed her wings over those of the other dragonelles, gently guiding them after SoNem.
“I apologize for my master,” she said formally, dipping her head. “He is not aware of his abrupt impression. I promise you though, he means well.” She hesitated, staring solemnly at the Aramooran dragonelle’s injury. “I also could not help but notice you need a rest. Please, come this way.”
Looking back at the brawl with the dragons, Gerbold decided the man could wait. He had to get his Slayers away from the spreading fire. He shouted above the sounds of battle for them to retreat. They would regroup and follow the dragons at a distance, then strike when the moment was right. Gerbold swore that the dragon-lover would get what he deserved as well.
SoNem hovered at a safe distance above the poachers, Istaria trailing at his side. He watched the silver dragonelle fly up to meet him. He simply dipped his head in acknowledgment when she thanked him, then returned his attention to the humans below. They were retreating from the glow of the flames, but he doubted they would give up that easily.
In the distance he saw the silhouettes of dragons against the moonlight. His kin were moving again, except this time they were scattering! SoNem felt his hearts speed up.
“Where are they going? They’ll be weaker against the humans on their own!” Istaria voiced SoNem’s concerns, staring wide-eyed at the rapidly shrinking bodies.
SoNem didn’t reply. He had noticed that the other dragonelle wasn’t with them and swept his gaze over the forest floor. He tried to ignore the idea that she was captured by the humans. He couldn’t stand the thought of any more dragon blood spilled that night. However, he felt a wave of relief when he caught a glimpse of copper-colored scales rising above the tree line.
“This way,” SoNem said, tilting his wings to glide over to meet up with the Aramoor dragonelle. Safety in numbers, after all. As he got closer, he noticed she was injured. An arrow shaft protruded from deep within her shoulder, and dark red blood dripped down her scales. He flew up next to her, brushing his wing tip against hers to let her know of his presence.
“Come with us,” SoNem offered, giving her a sideways look. “I think I see a place to rest in those hills.” He indicated the spot with his eyes. “The humans will have much difficulty getting through those craggy rocks, which will buy us time.”
Without waiting for a response, he glided below the copper dragonelle to cross over to the rugged hills. Istaria hung back and looked at the others. She let out her breath in a sigh. SoNem could be so curt sometimes. Istaria brushed her wings over those of the other dragonelles, gently guiding them after SoNem.
“I apologize for my master,” she said formally, dipping her head. “He is not aware of his abrupt impression. I promise you though, he means well.” She hesitated, staring solemnly at the Aramooran dragonelle’s injury. “I also could not help but notice you need a rest. Please, come this way.”
Lol that manatee is adorable XD
I'll get my next IC post up later today
I'll get my next IC post up later today
Vinny tensed as he heard the angry shouts of Campione goons. This wasn’t good. They got to the restaurant much faster than he expected. He glanced down at his arm, where the vines were slowly creeping to his elbow. He still had about half of his power reserves left; just enough to last through a short fight if he had to. He looked back at his summoned beast. It had stopped destroying the interior of the restaurant and was staring back at him.
Illa puella est ibi.
A smirk played on the corner of Vinny’s lip. The girl just wouldn’t give up. Her persistence amused him. He called the dark creature to his side, wincing slightly at the chill it generated, and waited for the girl to approach him first.
Off to one side, he watched Caprice deal with the other two Campiones. She had used her Trick Core, fading to invisible while firing shafts of ice at them from random locations. It was a strong move, but Vinny knew she couldn’t keep it up for very long. They had to end it quickly. He gave Dante a nod, signaling for the fire user to finish the job. Dante summoned up a wall of flames and sent them into the side of the restaurant, igniting it. The glass in the windows burst as the fire spread inside.
Haec est ibi, Monstrum Acerbum whispered menacingly. The girl was approaching them. The beast stomped its feet in agitation, salivating at the mouth. Necone possum hoc tempore?
Forsit, Vinny replied, then he addressed the girl. “You’re a persistent one, ain’t ya? Or maybe you just can’t get enough of me.” He ran his fingers through his tousled hair, pretending to fix up his appearance. Then his expression turned cold. “Whatever your reason, I told ya before: I wouldn’t hold back if I saw ya again.” He stroked Monstrum Acerbum’s shoulder, and the beast let lifted its lips in a snarl, revealing a set of snaggletooth fangs.
“E, neca,” Vinny said aloud. The creature responded without hesitation. It lunged towards the girl at a rapid speed. Vinny stood back to let his summoned beast do the dirty work.
Illa puella est ibi.
A smirk played on the corner of Vinny’s lip. The girl just wouldn’t give up. Her persistence amused him. He called the dark creature to his side, wincing slightly at the chill it generated, and waited for the girl to approach him first.
Off to one side, he watched Caprice deal with the other two Campiones. She had used her Trick Core, fading to invisible while firing shafts of ice at them from random locations. It was a strong move, but Vinny knew she couldn’t keep it up for very long. They had to end it quickly. He gave Dante a nod, signaling for the fire user to finish the job. Dante summoned up a wall of flames and sent them into the side of the restaurant, igniting it. The glass in the windows burst as the fire spread inside.
Haec est ibi, Monstrum Acerbum whispered menacingly. The girl was approaching them. The beast stomped its feet in agitation, salivating at the mouth. Necone possum hoc tempore?
Forsit, Vinny replied, then he addressed the girl. “You’re a persistent one, ain’t ya? Or maybe you just can’t get enough of me.” He ran his fingers through his tousled hair, pretending to fix up his appearance. Then his expression turned cold. “Whatever your reason, I told ya before: I wouldn’t hold back if I saw ya again.” He stroked Monstrum Acerbum’s shoulder, and the beast let lifted its lips in a snarl, revealing a set of snaggletooth fangs.
“E, neca,” Vinny said aloud. The creature responded without hesitation. It lunged towards the girl at a rapid speed. Vinny stood back to let his summoned beast do the dirty work.
I'm really sorry, but I think I need to drop out of this RP :/ I've gotten really busy lately, so I need to leave a couple..
Best wishes to everyone, and I hope the RP does well!
Best wishes to everyone, and I hope the RP does well!
Yep yep, I made him as douchey as possible XD
That post should give most of us something to work with
“Well, there’s not too much work around these parts since the Dragon Slayers moved in,” The bartender cracked a grin at the traveling warrior. “They take care of all our problems –for a hefty price, mind you– but I’m sorry to say there’s not much left for you, good sir.” The front door slammed open just then, and a large group of men poured in.
“Ah, here are our famous Dragon Slayers now,” the bartender gestured extravagantly with her hand. “Slaughtered a mighty big lizard, too, by the looks of ‘em!”
The men she referred to as the Dragon Slayers entered boisterously, swinging their sheathed swords around and hollering in triumph. One man broke free of the throng and approached the bar, dropping onto a stool and waving over the bartender, who practically skipped over to serve him. One could easily guess that this man was the leader of the Slayers. He tossed a dragon-skin pouch onto the bar. It slipped open, revealing a small collection of cerulean scales that were so bright, they almost seemed to glow.
“Take them,” the Slayer said proudly. “We have thousands more where that came from, and a beautiful girl like you could use some fine jewelry. In return, I’d like to treat my men to some ale –in fact, I’d like to treat everyone.” He spun around to face the crowd that had gathered in the tavern. “Drinks are on me tonight, my friends!” He tossed another pouch of scales on the table, earning a roar of approval from his audience.
“Must have been some kill, Gerbold,” the bartender said, snatching up the pouch of the blue scales hungrily.
“I should say it was!” the man called Gerbold responded melodramatically. “The beast was enormous; largest one I’ve ever seen by far. This devil was at least ten times the size of any fully grown one I’ve encountered. It put up a sure fight, but of course it was no match for me and my men.” He puffed out his chest. “We will be bringing the leviathan back in pieces. Anyone who is willing to pay can have a bit of tail, leg, or heart.”
“Gerbold!” a voice called out from across the room. A young man stumbled through the crowd to reach the Slayer at the bar. “Are you and your men going to chase after the dragons that fled?”
“Fled?” Gerbold raised a brow.
“Surely you must have seen them,” the young man said, mirroring the Slayer’s look of surprise. “There were hundreds of dragons flying past here earlier. They blocked out the moon and stars!”
“Oh?” Gerbold looked at the young man greedily. “Which way did they go? I still have plenty of energy left for a good hunt before the night ends.”
“They traveled to the East, towards central Erith.”
“Men!” Gerbold trumpeted above the noise of the bustling crowd. The tavern fell silent. “I have just received word from this fine young lad that the dragons fled East when we slayed the leviathan. If we leave now we may still be able to catch up with them.” He stood up from his stool. “Come on then; the real hunt begins now!”
SoNem tossed and turned, stretching out his limbs in the tall grass. Try as he might, he could not fall asleep. He snorted and sat up, finally giving in to his insomnia. He turned to look at Istaria, who lay snoring nearby. He wished he could have her peace of mind. The little dragonelle was blissfully ignorant of the horrors of the Queen’s bloody demise, while he, however, was scarred for the rest of his life.
SoNem took a deep breath, inhaling the various smells of the forest. He picked up traces of woodland creatures and made a mental note to go hunting tomorrow morning. He also detected the distinct reptilian odor of his dragon kin. There were at least two others nearby; both female. Despite the situation, he couldn’t help but feel drawn to the scent of dragonelles. He closed his eyes, suppressing his primal instincts to find a mate. Survival was top priority.
He sniffed again, this time smelling something else mixed in with the aromas of nature. The new scent was distinctly dirty. Like sweat. SoNem’s scales bristled and his griff fluttered anxiously. Humans. His upper lip peeled back in a snarl. The wretched creatures just couldn’t be satisfied with the death of the Queen; they had to kill more.
SoNem pinpointed the humans’ location. They were approaching the two dragonelles he had scented earlier. He hurriedly stood up and brushed his tail over Istaria, rubbing her scales the wrong way to wake her up. She lifted her head sleepily, gave a halfhearted sniffle, and then leapt to her feet when she smelled the humans.
Without waiting for the serf to follow him, SoNem took off in the direction of the dragonelles to warn them. His slender frame allowed him to weave easily through the dense trees, and he reached them within minutes. Just in time. The humans had just begun to burst through the foliage on the other side of the small clearing. SoNem spat a stream of foua, creating a wall of fire between the humans and the dragons. The tall grass burned easily and the fire spread. Nevertheless, the humans were persistent. They fired arrows from crossbows on the other side. Luckily they couldn’t get a clear shot through the brilliant flames.
“Hurry,” SoNem snapped at the dragonelles. This forest was not safe anymore. He spread his wings, all previous soreness evaporating beneath the adrenaline of the fight. Beating them forcefully, he lifted off the ground and rose above the tree line. He sensed Istaria close by his side and glanced back to check if the dragonelles were following.
That was too close.
“Ah, here are our famous Dragon Slayers now,” the bartender gestured extravagantly with her hand. “Slaughtered a mighty big lizard, too, by the looks of ‘em!”
The men she referred to as the Dragon Slayers entered boisterously, swinging their sheathed swords around and hollering in triumph. One man broke free of the throng and approached the bar, dropping onto a stool and waving over the bartender, who practically skipped over to serve him. One could easily guess that this man was the leader of the Slayers. He tossed a dragon-skin pouch onto the bar. It slipped open, revealing a small collection of cerulean scales that were so bright, they almost seemed to glow.
“Take them,” the Slayer said proudly. “We have thousands more where that came from, and a beautiful girl like you could use some fine jewelry. In return, I’d like to treat my men to some ale –in fact, I’d like to treat everyone.” He spun around to face the crowd that had gathered in the tavern. “Drinks are on me tonight, my friends!” He tossed another pouch of scales on the table, earning a roar of approval from his audience.
“Must have been some kill, Gerbold,” the bartender said, snatching up the pouch of the blue scales hungrily.
“I should say it was!” the man called Gerbold responded melodramatically. “The beast was enormous; largest one I’ve ever seen by far. This devil was at least ten times the size of any fully grown one I’ve encountered. It put up a sure fight, but of course it was no match for me and my men.” He puffed out his chest. “We will be bringing the leviathan back in pieces. Anyone who is willing to pay can have a bit of tail, leg, or heart.”
“Gerbold!” a voice called out from across the room. A young man stumbled through the crowd to reach the Slayer at the bar. “Are you and your men going to chase after the dragons that fled?”
“Fled?” Gerbold raised a brow.
“Surely you must have seen them,” the young man said, mirroring the Slayer’s look of surprise. “There were hundreds of dragons flying past here earlier. They blocked out the moon and stars!”
“Oh?” Gerbold looked at the young man greedily. “Which way did they go? I still have plenty of energy left for a good hunt before the night ends.”
“They traveled to the East, towards central Erith.”
“Men!” Gerbold trumpeted above the noise of the bustling crowd. The tavern fell silent. “I have just received word from this fine young lad that the dragons fled East when we slayed the leviathan. If we leave now we may still be able to catch up with them.” He stood up from his stool. “Come on then; the real hunt begins now!”
SoNem tossed and turned, stretching out his limbs in the tall grass. Try as he might, he could not fall asleep. He snorted and sat up, finally giving in to his insomnia. He turned to look at Istaria, who lay snoring nearby. He wished he could have her peace of mind. The little dragonelle was blissfully ignorant of the horrors of the Queen’s bloody demise, while he, however, was scarred for the rest of his life.
SoNem took a deep breath, inhaling the various smells of the forest. He picked up traces of woodland creatures and made a mental note to go hunting tomorrow morning. He also detected the distinct reptilian odor of his dragon kin. There were at least two others nearby; both female. Despite the situation, he couldn’t help but feel drawn to the scent of dragonelles. He closed his eyes, suppressing his primal instincts to find a mate. Survival was top priority.
He sniffed again, this time smelling something else mixed in with the aromas of nature. The new scent was distinctly dirty. Like sweat. SoNem’s scales bristled and his griff fluttered anxiously. Humans. His upper lip peeled back in a snarl. The wretched creatures just couldn’t be satisfied with the death of the Queen; they had to kill more.
SoNem pinpointed the humans’ location. They were approaching the two dragonelles he had scented earlier. He hurriedly stood up and brushed his tail over Istaria, rubbing her scales the wrong way to wake her up. She lifted her head sleepily, gave a halfhearted sniffle, and then leapt to her feet when she smelled the humans.
Without waiting for the serf to follow him, SoNem took off in the direction of the dragonelles to warn them. His slender frame allowed him to weave easily through the dense trees, and he reached them within minutes. Just in time. The humans had just begun to burst through the foliage on the other side of the small clearing. SoNem spat a stream of foua, creating a wall of fire between the humans and the dragons. The tall grass burned easily and the fire spread. Nevertheless, the humans were persistent. They fired arrows from crossbows on the other side. Luckily they couldn’t get a clear shot through the brilliant flames.
“Hurry,” SoNem snapped at the dragonelles. This forest was not safe anymore. He spread his wings, all previous soreness evaporating beneath the adrenaline of the fight. Beating them forcefully, he lifted off the ground and rose above the tree line. He sensed Istaria close by his side and glanced back to check if the dragonelles were following.
That was too close.
I'm still here too :)
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