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2 yrs ago
Current Does this mean we can call you abmin now?
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2 yrs ago
300 word minimum is pretty standard for casual level and up in my experience
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2 yrs ago
Just discovered Dog TV. My pitbull and I have a new shared hobby.
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3 yrs ago
Barbenheimer 2023
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3 yrs ago
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)
Roleplayer Profile

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

Most Recent Posts

Oh, fun! What kind of job did you get? :)

And I actually just quit my job a month ago (finally~)
I'm moving out for college soon, so I figured it wasn't worth trying to hold on
Now I just do volunteer work, and I'm spending time with my friends before I take off ^_^
“Oh sorry, I must have misunderstood,” Crow rolled his eyes at Penelope’s jibe. “You should be more clear with your instructions, love.” Even though he teased her, he was relieved to see that the knight had escaped from the nobles without any more injuries. The feeling surprised him. He never expected to care this much about any of his forced companions’ wellbeing. Sure, he and Penelope had come to a mutual understanding about the terms of their mission, but he didn’t think the bond ran any deeper than that. The unprompted concern he felt for her safety led him to wonder just how close they had become over the last few days. Did she care about what happened to him, too? He eyed her curiously as they walked. It was difficult to tell. She was always so reserved and hard to read, but perhaps he could try to test her somehow.

As they continued to navigate their way back to the village, Crow slowly built a limp into his gait, favoring his left leg like it was injured. He trailed slightly behind Penelope and took on a focused expression as if walking pained him. After about a minute of this, he stopped and leaned against a tree—he angled his body carefully so as not to rub his real burn wounds against the bark—and spoke up to get the knight’s attention, “Hold on; I need a break.”

It wasn’t that challenging to look exhausted. Crow really was tired after his grand escape from the nobles, but he could have made the trip back to the village if he pushed himself. He just wanted to find out for sure whether or not his comradery with Penelope was one-sided. After all, he didn’t want to reveal his own concern for her if she still looked at him like a common criminal. He was guarded about his thoughts just like she was.
I figured it would be more fun if Penelope attacks Crow by mistake xD

Anyway, it's been a while! How's life been for ya? :)
Crow sprinted through the forest until the sounds from the nobles’ campsite faded to a mere murmur in the distance. He wanted to be absolutely sure he was safe before he risked slowing down. Once he felt confident he wasn’t being pursued, he stopped, leaning against a tree for support as he caught his breath. After spending a year in prison, his stamina wasn’t anything near what it used to be, and all that running he had just done was taking a heavy toll on his strength. He hoped the knights would give him time to eat before they headed out again. The thief blinked. The knights. Where were they? He hadn’t come across them on his way back towards the village. He wondered if they had already reached the village or if they had gotten captured before they made it to the safe point. In spite of himself, he found that he hoped the former was true. At least, he hoped it was true for Penelope.

I’m just tired, Crow rationalized, starting to walk again now that he had caught his breath. Who cares what happened to them? If they were killed, I get to walk away free. It’s better for me that way. Yet somehow he couldn’t rid himself of the anxious pit in his stomach. To make matters worse, the fresh burn wounds on his arms and face were beginning to pain him. Fortunately, they weren’t very bad because of the water he had drenched himself in before he leaped through the fire, but they would definitely be sore for a while. “If they are still alive, those knights had better be grateful for what I did,” he grumbled, absently tracing a burn on his arm with one finger.

For the most part, Crow’s walk back to the village was uneventful. The nobles had given up chasing him long ago, so he was free to meander at a leisurely pace while his strength slowly returned. However, as he neared the outskirts of the village, he froze, hearing the snap of a twig. Instantly, his instincts as a thief kicked in and he tensed, ready to run at the first sign of danger. Had the nobles somehow caught up with him? He hoped not. While he had regained some of his energy, he was still too exhausted to run again. If they attacked him now, he had no chance of fighting back.

But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try.

Crow drew the dagger in his boot and shifted into a defensive stance, his eyes narrow and focused as he tried to locate the source of the noise. He didn’t have to try very hard though, because in the next moment, a figure lunged out from behind a tree, swinging a short blade at him. The thief parried the attacker’s blow with his own weapon and prepared himself to flee, but then halted in recognition.

“Penelope?” he said, lifting his hands in the air and dropping his dagger. “Wait, stop! It’s me: Crow.”
Got my post done! I missed this RP xD
I forgot how much fun this story was~
Crow let out another adrenaline-fueled holler to keep the nobles’ attention fixed on him while he continued to set fire to their campsite. By now, more than half of the tents were engulfed in a raging inferno, and it was spreading rapidly to the parts of the camp that were yet untouched. Frantic noblemen raced back and forth, torn between their desperation to put out the flames and their determination to catch the man who lit them in the first place. It was beautiful, disastrous chaos: the kind of environment in which the thief thrived. He launched one of his torches over his shoulder, causing his pursuers to scatter as they dodged the burning stick. So far, no one had even come close to catching him. He laughed, enjoying the power he held over his enemies as he dragged them into a state of utter madness. It was exhilarating.

“Stop him!” a furious voice screamed. Crow glanced back to see the blonde woman standing outside of her tent with her hands clenched in tight fists and her eyes burning with anger. She lifted one arm and pointed at the thief. “Don’t let him get away. I want that traitor dead!” The nobles who had been trying to put out the fire reluctantly put down their water buckets and joined the chase, following their leader’s command. Crow swore. Now that the entirety of the camp was on his tail, making a clean escape would be difficult. He could already see that he was being surrounded. He needed to act fast or he wouldn’t live to see the morning.

Crow’s green eyes swept across the outskirts of the campsite as he searched for a way out, but the nobles were already taking up positions around the places that weren’t alight with flames. They were trying to block him in. Not good… he quickened his pace as the nobles behind him began to gain ground. At this rate, he was going to be caught in between the fire and their swords, and neither option sounded appealing. Come on, think! his mind raced as he worked to come up with a plan. There has to be a way out. There’s always a way out. His eyes fell on the abandoned buckets of water near the burning tents, and suddenly an idea formed in his head. Lip curling upwards in a smile, he laughed again, “You’re mad, Crow. Absolutely insane.”

The thief made a sharp turn to his left and cut across the center of the camp, sprinting towards the raging fire. The nobles that pursued him began whooping like men on a victorious hunt, seeming to believe he was backing himself into a corner. If only they knew what was really about to happen. Well, truth be told, even Crow didn’t know what was about to happen. He just hoped his crazy plan would work, and there was only one way to find out. As he approached the wall of flames, he snatched up two full buckets and turned around to face the nobles. They slowed to a stop, fanning out to surround him.

“Bad move, thief,” one of the nobles snickered, taking a step towards him. He eyed the thief’s water buckets and scoffed. “What’re you going to do? Splash us to death?” He paused while his comrades laughed, then raised his sword. “You’re finished.”

“Ah, ah,” Crow set down one of his water buckets and held up his hand. “If you attack me now, you’ll be cursed by the gods. They don’t like it when one of their own is injured.”

“You’re saying that you’re a god?” the noble drawled.

“You think I’m lying?” Crow raised a brow. He clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Fine. I suppose I’ll just have to show you my power.” Before the nobles could react, he lifted the first bucket over his head and drenched himself in water, then did the same with the second until his clothes and hair were thoroughly soaked. In the next instant, he took a deep breath, spun around on his heels, and raced into the fire, leaving the nobles gaping after him in shock.

It only took a few seconds to run through the flames, but Crow still felt the heat burn his exposed skin. He held his breath and grimaced though the pain, forcing himself to keep going even after he reached the forest on the other side. The nobles wouldn’t take long to recover from their surprise, so he needed to put some distance between them and himself before they took up chase again. Having been too busy to check on Penelope and the others, he could only hope they made it out alright as well.
Oh, perfect! I'll get to work on my post sometime within the next couple days.
I'd reply right away, but I have to read up on some of the most recent posts so I can remember where we are xD
Hopefully I'll get it done by tomorrow at the latest!
@BuzzingBee Welcome back!!! :D
I'd most certainly be down to raise this RP up from the dead.
I do have a busy schedule right now, so RP isn't a top priority for me, but I'll try to get a few replies in every week!
If you don't mind kicking back and taking it slow, then we can definitely continue :)
@Lady Hestia Will do!
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