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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)
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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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And oh yeah, he might have a hard time sleeping at first because he'll still be on edge from all the running he and Iris had done
I could see that happening. Cas was always clean shaven, but by the time they would run into any soldiers, he'd be sporting a short beard because there are no razors around. That along with the death announcement could be enough for them to assume he's just a commoner who looks similar to Atlas's son and is trying to use it to his advantage
And oh yeah, he might have a hard time sleeping at first because he'll still be on edge from all the running he and Iris had done
I could see that happening. Cas was always clean shaven, but by the time they would run into any soldiers, he'd be sporting a short beard because there are no razors around. That along with the death announcement could be enough for them to assume he's just a commoner who looks similar to Atlas's son and is trying to use it to his advantage
Yeah, I've had senioritis since I graduated high school honestly xD I love to learn, but I don't like tedious projects that I get assigned in classes. It'll be nice to move on.
And it won't matter what Iris thinks, haha. Cas will just feel bad for eating all the food and taking the bed without asking if she was hungry or tired xD He's usually thoughtful, but after everything that's happened, he's had to take care of himself before he can even think of checking on anyone else. It's a good thing for him to learn how to do, but he'll think he was being selfish anyway.
Ooh, that would be interesting. If Atlas thinks Cas is dead, he could snap and start raining hell on Hope. Then Cas and Iris would have to dodge the battles while they're trying to get back to the capital
And it won't matter what Iris thinks, haha. Cas will just feel bad for eating all the food and taking the bed without asking if she was hungry or tired xD He's usually thoughtful, but after everything that's happened, he's had to take care of himself before he can even think of checking on anyone else. It's a good thing for him to learn how to do, but he'll think he was being selfish anyway.
Ooh, that would be interesting. If Atlas thinks Cas is dead, he could snap and start raining hell on Hope. Then Cas and Iris would have to dodge the battles while they're trying to get back to the capital
No worries! I'm going to be extra busy until next Wednesday, so I most likely won't be posting as much for a week. On the bright side, I'm officially graduating in four and a half weeks, so I'll be free from school forever soon :D I'm super excited to get my degree and be done.
Okay! Cas is still focused on sorting through all his thoughts, so he hasn't noticed that Iris wasn't eating at the same time he was or even that there's only one bed in the bomb shelter. He'll probably realize it in the morning and feel like a prick for not making sure she was taken care of too, haha. He's been more guarded lately, but he's still a softie xD
When they go to sleep, we could do a quick bit on the raid at Regis's house!
Okay! Cas is still focused on sorting through all his thoughts, so he hasn't noticed that Iris wasn't eating at the same time he was or even that there's only one bed in the bomb shelter. He'll probably realize it in the morning and feel like a prick for not making sure she was taken care of too, haha. He's been more guarded lately, but he's still a softie xD
When they go to sleep, we could do a quick bit on the raid at Regis's house!
Were we still going through with Victoria being turned in this part or will that be delayed until later?
Vail was learning quickly that it was difficult to fight with half of his focus on someone other than his opponent. It was like he had one arm tied behind his back. Although his desire to protect Victoria from danger fueled him more than his desire to keep himself safe, his head was filled with distracting thoughts such as keeping track of her wellbeing and wondering how on earth they were going to fend off so many Wynters at one time, especially when every single one of the other vampires seemed to have ingested some of her blood.
On an average day, he had determined that he was strong enough to hold his ground against up to three of his kind at once, but this was like trying to gain leverage on an uphill slope. He peeled his lips back in a frustrated snarl as the Wynter he’d attacked continued to dance out of the way of his every lunge and swing. He felt like he was moving in slow motion. Even compared to other vampires, he had quick reflexes. The Hygrace family was endowed with above average genes that had allowed them to rise up as the most powerful clan in England in the first place. However, he had no such advantage against this Wynter. The way the other immortal dodged his strikes so effortlessly made it seem like the Hygrace heir was no better than a child.
As his opponent began to taunt him, Vail attempted to ignore the comments. He knew the other vampire was just trying to throw him off even more than he already was by risking glances at Victoria to make sure she was still unharmed. Despite his best efforts though, he crumbled when the Wynter said that some of his family had put up a good fight. The remark made him falter, and he eyed him cagily, unsure if it had been a lie. He’d been too absorbed with the fight to pay any attention to the other man’s heartbeat, but he didn’t want to believe it. He hadn’t left his clan until that very morning, and everything had been peaceful until the moment he’d walked out the door.
It’s a bluff, he assured himself, refusing to give the Wynter the satisfaction of any petty retorts as he pounced again with his fangs bared hostilely. The Wynters have been focused on the Order. They haven’t had time to attack my family. With his confidence bolstered by his own reasoning, he fell on the Wynter with renewed fury, doing his best to hold him off while the Moncouriers and the Saints fought the rest of the enemy clan.
Over the cacophony of fighting, he heard Victoria’s brother shout at her to get to safety. There was a lapse in the Wynter’s forces, and he saw the Crest heiress run for the manor in the corner of his eye. In the same moment, he threw a blow at his opponent’s head to keep his attention fixed on him, then swore as he missed again. The other vampire was too fast.
As the Wynter took chase, Vail’s right hand flew to his belt. He already knew that he wouldn’t be able to catch up, so instead, he drew his ace: his revolver. Taking the weapon in both hands, he aimed the barrel at the other vampire’s head and fired at, immediately following the shot by sprinting after him in case the trick didn’t work. With better eyesight than any human could hope to achieve and decades of practice behind him, he was an impeccable shot. The bullets he used weren’t made of silver though. They wouldn’t break any vampire’s skin, but they still hit hard enough to knock the wind out of one or even be jarring enough to cause one to stumble and fall. In this case, he had been hoping for the latter.
“Victoria, behind you!” he called out a warning as he raced to catch up to her. She was the one with the silver weapons, so if the bullet had successfully thrown the Wynter off balance, she could take the opportunity to kill him while he was down. If not, she wouldn’t be able to outrun him, so she needed to brace herself. Either way, he found it necessary to alert her to his presence, so she wouldn’t be taken by surprise before he was able to get close enough to protect her.
On an average day, he had determined that he was strong enough to hold his ground against up to three of his kind at once, but this was like trying to gain leverage on an uphill slope. He peeled his lips back in a frustrated snarl as the Wynter he’d attacked continued to dance out of the way of his every lunge and swing. He felt like he was moving in slow motion. Even compared to other vampires, he had quick reflexes. The Hygrace family was endowed with above average genes that had allowed them to rise up as the most powerful clan in England in the first place. However, he had no such advantage against this Wynter. The way the other immortal dodged his strikes so effortlessly made it seem like the Hygrace heir was no better than a child.
As his opponent began to taunt him, Vail attempted to ignore the comments. He knew the other vampire was just trying to throw him off even more than he already was by risking glances at Victoria to make sure she was still unharmed. Despite his best efforts though, he crumbled when the Wynter said that some of his family had put up a good fight. The remark made him falter, and he eyed him cagily, unsure if it had been a lie. He’d been too absorbed with the fight to pay any attention to the other man’s heartbeat, but he didn’t want to believe it. He hadn’t left his clan until that very morning, and everything had been peaceful until the moment he’d walked out the door.
It’s a bluff, he assured himself, refusing to give the Wynter the satisfaction of any petty retorts as he pounced again with his fangs bared hostilely. The Wynters have been focused on the Order. They haven’t had time to attack my family. With his confidence bolstered by his own reasoning, he fell on the Wynter with renewed fury, doing his best to hold him off while the Moncouriers and the Saints fought the rest of the enemy clan.
Over the cacophony of fighting, he heard Victoria’s brother shout at her to get to safety. There was a lapse in the Wynter’s forces, and he saw the Crest heiress run for the manor in the corner of his eye. In the same moment, he threw a blow at his opponent’s head to keep his attention fixed on him, then swore as he missed again. The other vampire was too fast.
As the Wynter took chase, Vail’s right hand flew to his belt. He already knew that he wouldn’t be able to catch up, so instead, he drew his ace: his revolver. Taking the weapon in both hands, he aimed the barrel at the other vampire’s head and fired at, immediately following the shot by sprinting after him in case the trick didn’t work. With better eyesight than any human could hope to achieve and decades of practice behind him, he was an impeccable shot. The bullets he used weren’t made of silver though. They wouldn’t break any vampire’s skin, but they still hit hard enough to knock the wind out of one or even be jarring enough to cause one to stumble and fall. In this case, he had been hoping for the latter.
“Victoria, behind you!” he called out a warning as he raced to catch up to her. She was the one with the silver weapons, so if the bullet had successfully thrown the Wynter off balance, she could take the opportunity to kill him while he was down. If not, she wouldn’t be able to outrun him, so she needed to brace herself. Either way, he found it necessary to alert her to his presence, so she wouldn’t be taken by surprise before he was able to get close enough to protect her.
No worries! I just got feedback on my project from two different mentors, so I've got a lot of tweaking to do to the floor plan today.
“Yeah,” Rayth confirmed with a grin. “Nacido y criado. Born and raised.”
He was proud to call New Mexico his homeland, but he was used to the reactions he received when he told anyone he was a half Hispanic vampire from Albuquerque. Everyone always seemed to be surprised when he named anywhere other than Transylvania as the place where he was born. Although, he knew most people based their judgments about vampires on specific lore like Dracula, so he couldn’t hold it against them.
When Lune gave him her reason for coming to LA, he immediately flagged the subject as one that he probably shouldn’t touch on much more than he already had. He’d never properly learned how to control humans like other members of his kind did—the best he could do was influence them not to fight back while he fed—but he was still able to read them fairly well. It was a hunting tool that also came in handy in casual conversations like the one they were having now.
Not wanting to prematurely end their chat before they left the backyard, he pondered over something less touchy to ask her about; but fortunately, she saved him from having to backpedal.
“Hopefully you’ll never have to take a bus again,” he said optimistically. “Train rides are long too, but at least you have a cot to sleep on instead of a stiff seat that only reclines a quarter of an inch.”
Noticing Lune’s wandering eyes, Rayth wished he had the power to read minds. Since they’d first been introduced by Freida, he’d caught the runaway staring at him a few different times. Humans didn’t usually do that unless he’d used his aura to entice them, and he wondered what thoughts were going through her head when her gaze lingered.
Whatever it was, he found her long looks to be more flattering than disturbing; and when she asked about his age, he laughed. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you that’s a rude question to ask?”
Despite the accusative words, there was no hint of anger in his voice. He was immortal, so he didn’t really care if someone knew how old he was the same way aging humans did. “I’m one hundred and six years young,” he answered proudly, striding a pace ahead of her to unlatch the gate that would take them to the railyard. “I actually share a birth year with my home state.”
He was proud to call New Mexico his homeland, but he was used to the reactions he received when he told anyone he was a half Hispanic vampire from Albuquerque. Everyone always seemed to be surprised when he named anywhere other than Transylvania as the place where he was born. Although, he knew most people based their judgments about vampires on specific lore like Dracula, so he couldn’t hold it against them.
When Lune gave him her reason for coming to LA, he immediately flagged the subject as one that he probably shouldn’t touch on much more than he already had. He’d never properly learned how to control humans like other members of his kind did—the best he could do was influence them not to fight back while he fed—but he was still able to read them fairly well. It was a hunting tool that also came in handy in casual conversations like the one they were having now.
Not wanting to prematurely end their chat before they left the backyard, he pondered over something less touchy to ask her about; but fortunately, she saved him from having to backpedal.
“Hopefully you’ll never have to take a bus again,” he said optimistically. “Train rides are long too, but at least you have a cot to sleep on instead of a stiff seat that only reclines a quarter of an inch.”
Noticing Lune’s wandering eyes, Rayth wished he had the power to read minds. Since they’d first been introduced by Freida, he’d caught the runaway staring at him a few different times. Humans didn’t usually do that unless he’d used his aura to entice them, and he wondered what thoughts were going through her head when her gaze lingered.
Whatever it was, he found her long looks to be more flattering than disturbing; and when she asked about his age, he laughed. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you that’s a rude question to ask?”
Despite the accusative words, there was no hint of anger in his voice. He was immortal, so he didn’t really care if someone knew how old he was the same way aging humans did. “I’m one hundred and six years young,” he answered proudly, striding a pace ahead of her to unlatch the gate that would take them to the railyard. “I actually share a birth year with my home state.”
We're getting so close to the split. It's exciting cx
Although Crow’s opinion that Otto was unnecessarily strict hadn’t changed, he had to agree that he didn’t want to waste any time when they got to Younis. It was a beautiful kingdom, but his top priority was convincing the king to agree to end the war on peaceful terms and returning to Brerra as fast as he could to reunite with Penelope. The most he planned to do was take in the views on the ride to the castle which, if his memory served him, were still impressive to behold. He was curious to find out what the landscape looked like in the winter and whether or not the Younisian peasants were well prepared to handle the harsher weather.
“I’m unopposed to surveillance, Vermillion, but I would hope my knights know better than to be distracted from their duties by a pleasant view,” Otto replied with a clipped edge to his voice. It was apparent that he was losing his patience the longer his authority was challenged, but he still managed to keep his temper under control.
Crow rolled his eyes. It had been the baron’s own decision to get involved in their lighthearted conversation in the first place, so in a way, he was responsible for the fact that no one had appreciated his intrusion. He and the others had just been chatting about what Younis was like, not trying to change the predetermined plans. “You know that isn’t what she meant,” he folded his arms with a frown. “She isn’t even coming with us past the border, so why do you think she would try to reroute us?”
Otto glanced at him briefly before turning away to casually flag down a bar wench. “I was merely ensuring we don’t fall behind,” he justified calmly. “We have a tight schedule to keep if we want to reach the castle in exactly ten days.”
“It doesn’t matter that much,” the viceroy stared at him bemusedly. “We don’t know how many days it could take the Younisian king to decide if he’ll agree to our terms. I doubt Albin would be that upset if it takes us a day or two longer to come back.”
Otto quirked his brows, seeming surprised by how informally Crow referred to their monarch. After a moment, he recovered, “I understand that, but we still ought to do our best to return to him as quickly as possible. Wouldn’t you agree, Collin?”
“Well, yes…” Crow admitted, studying the older man perplexedly. He was beginning to realize that ever since they’d left, Otto had been especially insistent that they hit every checkpoint on their journey at perfect intervals. Either the baron was an extreme perfectionist, or he had his own reasons for wanting to come back to Brerra swiftly. He glanced at Rayner. Maybe Otto had a wife waiting for him at home who he was eager to see again.
Not interested in prying, he let the subject drop and looked up as the other wench returned to serve them all their dinners. The aroma of freshly cooked red meat stole the former thief’s attention right away, and he dug into his meal with fervor. “Gods,” he sighed, taking a swig of his drink. “The fact that this is the last time I’ll be able to eat like this for weeks is heartbreaking.”
“I’m unopposed to surveillance, Vermillion, but I would hope my knights know better than to be distracted from their duties by a pleasant view,” Otto replied with a clipped edge to his voice. It was apparent that he was losing his patience the longer his authority was challenged, but he still managed to keep his temper under control.
Crow rolled his eyes. It had been the baron’s own decision to get involved in their lighthearted conversation in the first place, so in a way, he was responsible for the fact that no one had appreciated his intrusion. He and the others had just been chatting about what Younis was like, not trying to change the predetermined plans. “You know that isn’t what she meant,” he folded his arms with a frown. “She isn’t even coming with us past the border, so why do you think she would try to reroute us?”
Otto glanced at him briefly before turning away to casually flag down a bar wench. “I was merely ensuring we don’t fall behind,” he justified calmly. “We have a tight schedule to keep if we want to reach the castle in exactly ten days.”
“It doesn’t matter that much,” the viceroy stared at him bemusedly. “We don’t know how many days it could take the Younisian king to decide if he’ll agree to our terms. I doubt Albin would be that upset if it takes us a day or two longer to come back.”
Otto quirked his brows, seeming surprised by how informally Crow referred to their monarch. After a moment, he recovered, “I understand that, but we still ought to do our best to return to him as quickly as possible. Wouldn’t you agree, Collin?”
“Well, yes…” Crow admitted, studying the older man perplexedly. He was beginning to realize that ever since they’d left, Otto had been especially insistent that they hit every checkpoint on their journey at perfect intervals. Either the baron was an extreme perfectionist, or he had his own reasons for wanting to come back to Brerra swiftly. He glanced at Rayner. Maybe Otto had a wife waiting for him at home who he was eager to see again.
Not interested in prying, he let the subject drop and looked up as the other wench returned to serve them all their dinners. The aroma of freshly cooked red meat stole the former thief’s attention right away, and he dug into his meal with fervor. “Gods,” he sighed, taking a swig of his drink. “The fact that this is the last time I’ll be able to eat like this for weeks is heartbreaking.”
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