Kinney
Word Nerd
I haven't done one of these in a long while, but here we gooo.
Hi, I'm Kin! I've been roleplaying for 20+ years. Many of those years have been with the same person, so that should say a lot about how I tend to get VERY involved in a story (borderline obsessed, but like in a cute way? heh). I'm typically in it for the long haul. Lately, I've found myself with the brain-juice to spin another plot. Please be my muse?
About me:
Writing Sample:
Okay, that's all she wrote, for now. Hit me up (DM) if you're interested!
Would love it if your DM included a writing sample, just to ensure we will mesh. And to break the ice, in the DM tell me about your favorite season and why?
**If you and I have roleplayed in the past and it fizzled out but you wanna get it going again, let me know! I'm in a better place now *mentally* and would possibly be down to pick it up again.
Hi, I'm Kin! I've been roleplaying for 20+ years. Many of those years have been with the same person, so that should say a lot about how I tend to get VERY involved in a story (borderline obsessed, but like in a cute way? heh). I'm typically in it for the long haul. Lately, I've found myself with the brain-juice to spin another plot. Please be my muse?
About me:
- I'm an old lady in my early 30s.
- I live in PST timezone (PNW).
- I work full-time and I'm training for a race, but I can still reply once/day or more unless life gets busy.
- 600-1500+ word count for replies
- Gritty, dark, worldly themes and characters are FAVE!
- Oddly very comfortable playing a male character but would also greatly appreciate being a girl.
- No triggers that I can think of (will let you know if I'm uncomfy).
- Big huge fan of adventure, action, romance!
- Love to plot, world-build, dialogue with side characters, etc.
- I don't usually do face claims, but I can be convinced. In the past, if a face claim has been required, I normally cannot find ONE face on the internet that matches the character I have in mind. I usually do a "three pics = the vibe" kind of thing. Let me know if that's a big thing for you, and I can be flexible.
- Being that I am cis fem and straight irl, I prefer to do MxF or FxF for main character romance. Other pairings are just fine for side characters, but I lack a personal interest in any other romantic-shindigs for mains... THAT BEING SAID, I'm open to try new things. You'd just have to be very patient with little ol me.
- 21+ preferred.
- Love to write, story-craft, create worlds, collaborate.
- Tolerant of my potentially worldly, dark, gritty characters (your character does NOT need to match my crazy or even like my character at first, ha).
- Lover of adventure, action, romance!!
- MxF or FxF for mains (OR try me), and I don't mind what gender you are in real life!
- Communicate, communicate, communicate. I love to chat OOC. Let me know if I've done something offensive or if my character's being too mean, or if I'm flirting with a boundary.
- Ghost-semifriendly (because I don't want to be a hypocrite, but I DO get invested and sad when things fizzle out).
- I crave what you crave! I'm in this to stretch myself and improve as a writer. If you have a fun plot that you're dying to try out, let me hear it.
- If we need something to go off of, checkity out the spoiler.
* = I have a plot or idea that we could use
Strike through = RP in progress (open to hearing your plot ideas tho)
Strike through = RP in progress (open to hearing your plot ideas tho)
Vampire (modern or futuristic) *- Medieval Fantasy *
- Modern Fantasy *
- Cyberpunk Fantasy *
- Harry Potter (OCs only, rusty on this)
- Pirates?! (never done this but it sounds hella fun)
- Slice of Life
- X-Men (OCs only)
Writing Sample:
- This is not an intro, rather it reflects how I tend to write.
It appeared his opponent's brief indecision had incurred a perilous cost.
Elation flared in Cal’s belly as the prospective scenario took shape in his mind’s eye, his heart gripped in suspended appetite for the moment the Judge’s unending thirst would be quenched again with the blood of the unforgiven. Punishment rained down in that dim and breezy room, pointed onyx eying a carotid in unfaltering hunger.
However, in the final split second, the Daemon girl swiveled, and hands darted up to inhibit his strike.
Two sturdy cuffs shoved up beneath his wrists, arresting movement. The soles of his boots, even soft as they were, released a resounding thud, wooden floor squealing at his impact. Gods damn it. Lips twisted in effort, sinewed triceps taut. The angle worked against him, even with his training, the wooden impediments and strength that should surpass this feminine critter…he could practically feel the blue flickering Judge writhe in dissatisfaction beneath his fist.
A sweet, temperate breeze fanned his face, funneled over her lip, and Cal paused. His two-toned focus slipped from her neck, where he’d been aiming, to her face - more specifically, her honeyed eyes which pulsed wide as her mask of indignation slipped. And suddenly, she was human.
Something wet and ugly happened inside his ribcage.
...You are weak.
Though he was mindful of his facade, Cal blinked, and this time, hesitation came at his expense. A firmly planted strike to his torso shoved a grunt up through his teeth, his stance sliding across the floor, then a few steps stumbling before he steadied.
Cal dropped a mute curse into the din, leer shearing out from beneath a tussled fringe at the girl as she bent down to retrieve her weapon. He straightened, though his ligaments readied for the next go, a predator awaiting in the shadow. Inhales lifted his shoulders and a firestorm raged in his bloodstream.
...What did he want him for? Cal fought back a dark chuckle at that, though a slight upward pull at his mouth's corner crumpled his composure. Wasn’t it obvious? But maybe it wasn’t… he was a newcomer in this area, able to slip under the radar in his anonymity. He’d need to venture to a different town after this. The reminder of his imminent departure from this charming blustery side of the world sank his partial hilarity.
The Morvain's ego wouldn't stand for this. Lifting, deliberately, the hand which wielded the throwing knife, two fingers tugged down the side of the soft leather cowl at his neck. The tattoo his action unveiled would remove all doubt. All Morvain were given one when they reached the age of sixteen. It was of a crow taking flight, the artwork spanning the whole right side of his broad neck. Talons clawed menacingly towards his adam's apple, tailfeathers outstretched to the collarbone and wingtips reaching up beneath his ear.
Not quite understanding his motive for conversing, he indulged: "I didn't need to kill him," his voice was low resonance and gritty from his earlier ailment and exertion. Cal mimicked her move by flipping the Judge across his knuckles, holding it in a reverse-grip. "I'm not here on any orders."
An easy grin spread, as if he were discussing the current events. He paced an invisible semicircle around her, keeping their distance. When she was located between him and the downed body of her acquaintance, he continued with a chin-bobbed gesture to where Pete lay behind her in a puddle of burgundy, "I wanted to. I killed him because it was fun. Does that make you mad?"
Before a response could possibly be uttered, the assassin flicked the throwing knife, aimed true and fast at his target's face. Cal advanced, quick, to close their distance, the Judge's bloodied blade yearning its next victim.
Elation flared in Cal’s belly as the prospective scenario took shape in his mind’s eye, his heart gripped in suspended appetite for the moment the Judge’s unending thirst would be quenched again with the blood of the unforgiven. Punishment rained down in that dim and breezy room, pointed onyx eying a carotid in unfaltering hunger.
However, in the final split second, the Daemon girl swiveled, and hands darted up to inhibit his strike.
Two sturdy cuffs shoved up beneath his wrists, arresting movement. The soles of his boots, even soft as they were, released a resounding thud, wooden floor squealing at his impact. Gods damn it. Lips twisted in effort, sinewed triceps taut. The angle worked against him, even with his training, the wooden impediments and strength that should surpass this feminine critter…he could practically feel the blue flickering Judge writhe in dissatisfaction beneath his fist.
A sweet, temperate breeze fanned his face, funneled over her lip, and Cal paused. His two-toned focus slipped from her neck, where he’d been aiming, to her face - more specifically, her honeyed eyes which pulsed wide as her mask of indignation slipped. And suddenly, she was human.
Something wet and ugly happened inside his ribcage.
...You are weak.
Though he was mindful of his facade, Cal blinked, and this time, hesitation came at his expense. A firmly planted strike to his torso shoved a grunt up through his teeth, his stance sliding across the floor, then a few steps stumbling before he steadied.
Cal dropped a mute curse into the din, leer shearing out from beneath a tussled fringe at the girl as she bent down to retrieve her weapon. He straightened, though his ligaments readied for the next go, a predator awaiting in the shadow. Inhales lifted his shoulders and a firestorm raged in his bloodstream.
...What did he want him for? Cal fought back a dark chuckle at that, though a slight upward pull at his mouth's corner crumpled his composure. Wasn’t it obvious? But maybe it wasn’t… he was a newcomer in this area, able to slip under the radar in his anonymity. He’d need to venture to a different town after this. The reminder of his imminent departure from this charming blustery side of the world sank his partial hilarity.
The Morvain's ego wouldn't stand for this. Lifting, deliberately, the hand which wielded the throwing knife, two fingers tugged down the side of the soft leather cowl at his neck. The tattoo his action unveiled would remove all doubt. All Morvain were given one when they reached the age of sixteen. It was of a crow taking flight, the artwork spanning the whole right side of his broad neck. Talons clawed menacingly towards his adam's apple, tailfeathers outstretched to the collarbone and wingtips reaching up beneath his ear.
Not quite understanding his motive for conversing, he indulged: "I didn't need to kill him," his voice was low resonance and gritty from his earlier ailment and exertion. Cal mimicked her move by flipping the Judge across his knuckles, holding it in a reverse-grip. "I'm not here on any orders."
An easy grin spread, as if he were discussing the current events. He paced an invisible semicircle around her, keeping their distance. When she was located between him and the downed body of her acquaintance, he continued with a chin-bobbed gesture to where Pete lay behind her in a puddle of burgundy, "I wanted to. I killed him because it was fun. Does that make you mad?"
Before a response could possibly be uttered, the assassin flicked the throwing knife, aimed true and fast at his target's face. Cal advanced, quick, to close their distance, the Judge's bloodied blade yearning its next victim.
Okay, that's all she wrote, for now. Hit me up (DM) if you're interested!
Would love it if your DM included a writing sample, just to ensure we will mesh. And to break the ice, in the DM tell me about your favorite season and why?
**If you and I have roleplayed in the past and it fizzled out but you wanna get it going again, let me know! I'm in a better place now *mentally* and would possibly be down to pick it up again.
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