ChaoticNeutralRogue
Professional Nat 1 Roller
“The idea that we control the dragons is an illusion.”
Howdy,
I’m Rogue (they / them): your friendly neighborhood chaos goblin. I’m looking for a few writing partners who want to create some wonderful stories together, and if you’re looking at this thread, I imagine you are too.
I’ve recently been rewatching House of the Dragon, and my, oh my, am I craving to write the King of Problematic Bad Boys, The Rogue Prince himself: Daemon Targaryen. Yes, I want to write Daemon! And I will gladly write him against an OC, or other canon, free of charge. I’m also interested, to a lesser degree, in exploring Aemond.
To top everything off, I do have an OC character brewing in the back of my mind I’d love to flesh out, so while doubling isn’t required, I’d appreciate the chance to write him as well.
The above character idea being a swaggering Targaryen bastard, who managed to bond with a wild dragon, is one of the realm’s best swordsmen, and possesses a Valyrian steel blade won from a fatal (on the other end) duel with a renowned knight. Perhaps he’s even parts of the Kingsguard?
I’m also always down for OC x OC!
Well, since I’ve hopefully caught your attention, let’s get this boring shit out of the way —
ABOUT ME:
- Multi-paragraph to novella / advanced writer who believes in quality over quantity.
- Laid-back, no pressure partner.
Responds once a week, sometimes more. - Enjoys romance, open to any and all pairings. LGBTQ+ friendly and welcoming!
- I have a preference for writing males as my main characters, but will play side characters of any gender.
- No limits and prefers a partner okay with dark themes (within the boundaries of site rules). Please let me know your limits.
- Appreciates communication. Open-door policy when it comes to questions and concerns; never be afraid to bring something up, or ask me to edit.
- Since I am in my late-twenties, I am only comfortable with writing with others eighteen or older.
WRITING SAMPLE:
There was a saying in Raeshe: ‘a night in a tavern without three brawls, four thrown daggers, and at least one drowned drunk was a dull affair’.
In his mind Rhane made a tally out of habit, more so than surprise, as a bolt from a crossbow nicked his ear, flying past to embed itself in the raised palm of a rowdy dwarf and pin it into the wall. The stool raised within the dwarf’s other hand was dropped with a shaking thud, followed by a slew of curses.
From across the bar, the establishment’s owner, a scarred elf called Red — and not for her hair-color — growled in warning, “I already had to replace half the furniture from the shenanigans you started last week. I’ll be damned if you assholes break one more piece of my property tonight!”
Feeling the small trickle of blood run down his neck, Rhane couldn’t stop the smirk from curling around his lips. Stepping into the Wolf’s Den felt like coming home. Since the tavern was located near the docks, the aroma of sea salt hung in the air, mixed with the stench of thick, hanging smoke from cigars and pipes, and the ever-present undertone of metallic iron. The dull crimson stains on the stone flooring, half-heartedly covered with rugs, were the source of that lingering odor; remnants from years of tussles of varying degrees and importance. The tables and stools were built of salvaged (or stolen) remains of ships, the rock walls decorated with mythical creature claws, heads, and other body parts — half of which were fake. The main counter itself was a slab of steel, installed because of Red’s irritation at having to constantly replace the wooden one.
Rhane approached the bar and leaned against it, picking up a clean rag to wipe his neck clean. “Keep in mind that the more patrons you murder, the less you have to pay for alcohol — and collect your tip from their blacked-out bodies.”
The crossbow clinked against the wall as it was placed on a hook. With a wicked grin, Red turned on her heel, snatched an empty glass and bottle of fine rum, and poured the liquid before the pirate. “I heard The Storm Rider was back in the docks. It’s been a while. Was wondering if someone finally managed to kill you.”
Rhane clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth, amber-colored eyes — one natural, the other glimmering tigerstone — glazing over the pockets of people, searching. “Let’s just say I was…indisposed.”
The transgressor would have used the wording of ‘cordially invited to a meeting for an opportunity of understanding’, but Rhane didn’t consider having his crew’s lives threatened and a blade at his throat that polite. Nor the threat of exposure to the demons of his past if he didn’t do their bidding an understanding. But such was the way of the spectral arbitrators; he went to them for their help concealing his tracks from his former enslavers all those years ago for a reason — they never broke a contract, unless if one refused to upheld their end. He knew they would come collecting on his debt one day.
“Well, I don’t know if that was supposed to be ominous or dodging,” Red replied.
“A bit of both.” He tapped his glass and downed it in a single go. “I need two more of these — and a favor.”
Red raised a brow, but held her tongue as Rhane dropped three coins on the counter; two were gold pieces, enough to cover the alcohol, and the last was shining, silver-like platinum, enough to buy partnership in the bar.
Leveling his even gaze with the bartender, and angling his body to cover the motion of his hand, he held his palm between the two of them, and called upon the shadows cast by a flickering candle to form an image between his fingers; the figure resembled one that stood out from the rest of the bars’ inhabitants. Not as rambunctious, not a regular, and isolated in a corner away from most of the chaos.
“Don’t let her leave tonight.”
Red scooped up the coins, nodded once, and poured the requested drinks. “Whatever you’re doing — just be careful, Rhane. Been losing too many regulars recently.”
The shadows dispersed around his enclosed fingers. “I always come out on top. You should know that by now.”
With the glasses in either hand, he approached his target.
For a former assassin, Rhane was not a subtle man, born from a bitter determination to never be unknown again. Dressed in a long, leather coat with a furred collar, its inside lined with mithril chain, tall boots whose toes and heels were braced with metal, dark pants made of reinforced leather, and two intertwining belts that housed two sheathed sabers, he may not have differed from the normal patronage of the bar in clothing, but he walked in a stride, like he owned the city, his ears decorated with silver studs, and his fingers baring fierce rings: one of a panther’s head, another of snake, some of stacked rings embedded with ancient runes, and the last of a curved talon.
And then there was his missing eye, spotting a gem in its place that caught the overhanging lantern light and reflected its flickering flames.
Rhane dhaas Raeshe, the self-proclaimed champion of The City of Wolves, was out to make a statement.
“Might want to check your coin purse.” Approaching the finely dressed woman with red eyes, he held out a glass in offering, and flashed a one-side smile. “Contrary to what you might think, hanging back in the corner of this fine establishment actually makes you a prime target.”
Sometimes the bones rolled in his favor. When he began putting feelers with his various underground contacts out for the run-away noble he had been forced to track down, he never imagined he’d find her in his city. He hoped carting her off to her family, and returning to his normal life, would go as smoothly.
“I’m Rhane.” There was no point in trying to hide his identity; everyone in this bar knew who he was, and he doubted she would be able to guess his true intentions. “You’re a new face. Better dressed than a majority of this bunch. Let me guess: youngest noble child, running from the Sky District with dreams of escaping with a dashing rogue on the high seas, far away from the overbearing reach of parents. In this city, you better demand to see the ship before you hand over any money.”
IF INTERESTED IN WRITING WITH ME, please send me a DM and come to the table with your own ideas and characters you’re willing / want to play (OCs and Canons), even if they’re just vague concepts.
Thanks for reading!
