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Name: Aimee

Availability: Seeking a few good players.

Gender: I'm a female and tend to play females. However I can write males as well as long as the story is good.

Age: I'm over 18.

Seeking: A friend to write stories with.

Frequency: Most afternoons minus holidays. I do nanny so holiday events / school vacations I get 'busy'.

Medium: Email, AIM/AOL, Skype, maybe another messager.

Writing Style: 3rd person

Timezone: EST

Roleplay Background: I've been role playing for over 10 years.

Original Universes Y/N: Yes! Both.

Themes of Interest: High fantasy, Medieval can be fun. I can switch around however..

Misc: I'm a minimalist style player. This means I will write as much or as little as I think the scene needs. I normally match my partner so keep that in consideration. Sorry if my format here sucks, I'm not use to it.

Writing Samples:

Sample: Female char, Dove, in class on forum play:

Inquires asked by her fellow students were the same ones that played to her own thoughts despite the fact she would not ask it. Well not in front of the class where there was witnesses that might not understand her longing for a bit of chaos (and link her to a recent challenge she accepted). She took a pen from the bag then set it betwixt her lips while idly rolling up the sleeves of her knitted sweater. That action exposed the single fingerless glove she wore which was pushed out of the way to expose a new canvas. Ink met skin to scribe something along it. She flexed fingers to tighten her forearm and give a broader surface to work with.

At this time, it was painfully obvious to the young woman that a few were watching her. Feet were brought up in her chair placing the booted heels onto the seat. Knees were also brought towards her chest leaving a free arm to wrap about them and allowed the bottom of the material to fan out. This caued a curtain effect to hide Flower and physically pair him with her for a certain spell she was about to

Professor Tolmay went on with the subject causing the others attentions to venture back to her. It was within this moment she opened her flexing digits to scan the many rings she kept on her persona. One, in particular, was toyed with a brief moment then she looked back over the room to make sure others were distracted. Once she was assured of their distraction, she flipped the stone of the ring activating a stealth spell to wrap around her and Flower (the skunk).

The magic surged for a brief moment which might be felt as a rise of goosebumps on the back of neck. For people who often used the cantrips, wove spells, or the like they might feel her still there or even see her if their magic was stronger the basic spell she wove. The others, not inclined to the world of witches and wizards, would only see her bags and the recorder quill left behind. No Dove, no Flower, just their items.

In the serenity of invisibility Dove went on with her observation of the lesson.

A mental note was taken to visit the Ivory Lotus sometime after the lesson. The woman who ran the shop sounded lovely and a streak of hunger was already nagging at her. The smile from the professor caused her to give one in return despite the fact she was unsure if the woman could see her or not. There was no question from Dove which was rather usual for her. Despite the extra work, she did to standardize her own education she was still unsure of herself and often didn’t speak up in the classroom.

Well that was mostly true. It applied to the ones involving history, or reading, or any of mundane topics due to her own struggle with those subjects caused her to go mute and worry about sounding ignorant. Ones on magic, artifacts, herbs, or other mystical classes were the opposing. Flower nuded her hand to which she scratched his neck again waiting to see if the other student’s curosity had gotten the best of them.

Sample: Female char named Ilay - IMs so not post breaks.

Gloomy scrubs of the forest seemed to welcome the creature of the night. Footsteps brought him closer to the preternatural which gave that sinking feeling deep inside of ones stomach. It was here he might hear it, silence. There wasn't a lack of sound to the area as he could hear his own steps. Leaves crunched, sticks broke, and if he breathed he could hear it. What was missing was the natural sounds of the animals. There was no bird calling, no skittering of squirrels or other rodents, not even a passing buzz of a fly or a bee. They had enough common since to leave the area once they felt it as well. At least now he knew he was going in the right direction. Along the forest the mist was parting to give way to a slight glow. Same sort of glow given when someone had snow blindness driving, reflective on the surface of those tiny spores that the wights planted into the forest to take it over. Finally that silence was broken as he came towards that beacon and got what he desired. A taste of what was there and behind that magic - the wights and the Ginterghast herself (Ilay). Amongst the trees he would see he coming from one of the branches to the other. Thin framed woman covered in black seemed so out of place in such a time as these. Long skirt, long sleeves, black and a corset pinching the waist. Start silver hair in a reasonable bun seemed the topper on the cake of the 'odd of times' fashion of the days. It wouldn't take long for one to see way she was there. Amongst the sprawling limbs above was one of the Wights she was after. "Hush little baby, don't say a word..." Soothing docile tones used as the woman approached it eyeing the creature and what it had within it's grasp. "Mama's going to buy you a looking glass.." By that line in the song he could tell she had been singing to the set for some time. If he squint and set his eyes right he could just see what she was after in the tops of the trees. Spread amongst several branches was something known as a Dream Adder. Black and dark blue scales of the snake like creature had been tainted with the same crystals like powder that was spread along the area. He could take the guess that it was reasonable for the mess that was made. The thing wasn't alone. Even with his lack of knowledge on what she was hunting he could smell it. It hade something human coiled within it's body trying to squeeze the life from it. There might be a light moment when he remembered something about a missing child in the woods this last day or two one from some poor family who camped there. "And if that looking glass gets broke.." ( end )

Sample: Male char.

Carolling opera of echoed it's enchanted chorus on the decaying temple. It was out of place enough to cause him to smile enmeshed with the joy that it spread. "Good. Negativity only pushes away the positive." Taking the monk out of the temple didn't take it's teachings from him. Instead it seemed as if he was spreading the words to those he knew, even if it wasn't very well.

The cringe and shove of those hands showcased the falseness of her statement. There was no need for him to exclaim faults in her statement. Instead the smile dropped only to become a glower. He stood in silence for a brief moment then let the conversation push forward. "I only know of one life before this one. Those memories are shady to me. More of a dream than anything." Reincarnation was a firm belief in his very core along with a few other teachings of his own temple.

"We all worry about those we love. I can understand her wanting to keep you safe." Being unsure if there was more to explore he plucked her hand from her pocket to lead her away from the treasures inherited from lady luck herself. Feeling the need to search the atavistic structure coursed through him. After all who knew which such a treasure trove would fall into his life again?

"Let's look for any markings you might of left. Could you see anything if there was a spell to hide it from you? Or maybe we might discover something hidden." Casting his gaze back to her, as he tugged her along, gave a glimpse of the childlike adoration he had for exploration. His very features seemed to flicker with curiosity and beamed with gaiety. This very moment he seemed more alive than he had so far.

Sample: Male char

Malicious cartogram was gloriously spread before him upon their dining table. Concrete jaw was fixed tight the velour soft lips pinch between his teeth. Bottom was stained a hell fire red as the poppy tone blood seeped from a split in the tender appendage. His teeth had clinched along it for far to long causing it to not only break but to swell under the strain. It took him weeks to finally pin point the markets on the map and delineate their destination. Materials were gathered and packed with the notion in the back of his mind that it maybe a ruse. Fear kept with this idea playing to the idea she was accompanying him and the prospect of what may occur held a warrant mocking his need to find the treasure of it. He knew there was no chance for her willingly stay behind yet he wasn't stupid enough to leave without her.

"Ready?" It was neither his nor hers first rodeo and knew as much as he planned she would as well. Part of him wished to believe this trip and them working together would allow her to flourish her emotional side and allow her to speak about what happened with her sister and father. In truth - if this didn't work he was going to introduce her to his daughter and ex wife both thinking it may help bring her around.

Along his back was the only piece of leather he owned. His shoes, his belts, all of the items in that family were synthetic material he acquired over the years. This and only this had been made from leather and even then it was one he knew all parts were used on. Enchanting on it was strong the sense of the portable pocket which allowed the gear to condense in every sense of the word. Close fitting leather straps dance along shoulders as he set his hand out towards hers to take within his own.

"First point of origin Wintercliff." The township was materialistic aerial theocracy was noted for its advanced magic. It was destroyed by a religious cult because of the people's extreme interest in forbidden things, leaving behind only culinary knowledge. It would give the couple a place to explore as they waited. Port key in hand, which in an ironic sense was a key he had the mage make, he waited for her touch to start their trip.