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Hello there. I'm looking for a 1x1 partner.
Edit: As of right now, I am looking for a casual partner. A few solid paragraphs is fine. I am ghost-friendly, though prefer being told before you leave.
General:
I have been roleplaying for many years now, and would say that I can range anywhere from semi-lit all the way to novella depending on many factors. These days, I generally reply with a few paragraphs - more when something interesting is happening, less when it's mainly dialogue.Edit: As of right now, I am looking for a casual partner. A few solid paragraphs is fine. I am ghost-friendly, though prefer being told before you leave.
General:
The types of plots/genres I am interested in ranges wildly, but I mostly enjoy anything supernatural-related or out of the ordinary. I love vampires, demons, werewolves, and anything else that creeps around in the night. If you want to see the types of characters I create, here are some reference sheets of a few of my characters. I may make one just for our roleplay. : )
-If you're looking for a list of genres/themes I'm interested in, here you go: dark fantasy, supernatural, angst, hurt-comfort, mystery, psychological struggles, characters with (realistic depictions of) mental illness, romance, dark romance, heavy conflict, nonhuman entities, shifters, violence, gore, horror, enemies to lovers, opposites attracting, nonhuman societies, crime, gangs, internal conflict, custom species, etc.
-If you're looking for the types of pairings I'm into, here you go): vampire x werewolf (forbidden love), demon x witch/wizard, vampire x vampire hunter, werewolf x werewolf hunter, scientist x experiment, marine biologist x mer-creature, wounded person x person who finds and cares for them/studies them, etc.
As for romance, I highly prefer mxm pairings. I also require that my roleplay partners be 18+ since I am an adult.
Plots:
I'm not too good at coming up with plots, so here are some basic ideas that I like. Feel free to suggest anything else you're excited about or want to pursue. I will probably like your ideas the same as or more than mine. My plots are only tentative ideas, not solid requirements. I'm open to basically anything, so don't be afraid to just straight up tell me what you want.
-One character who owns a house and a large wooded area is walking through their little forest and discovers a trail of blood. Curious, they follow it to find a hostile/defensive individual (can be some kind of were-species, etc.) who clearly needs help but is very stubborn/scared. They come back every day to help the injured person with their wounds despite the pushback (and possible physical injuries) that come with it, and brings food or other things for them. They eventually end up spending more time out by their injured friend, and the previously-hostile person warms up to them enough to be convinced to accept their help and to come stay at their house to recover the rest of the way. After gaining their trust, the now-healed person eventually goes into the details of how they ended up injured in the first place, and the two now have an enemy to defeat together... or something along those lines. We can come up with literally anything.I'm not too good at coming up with plots, so here are some basic ideas that I like. Feel free to suggest anything else you're excited about or want to pursue. I will probably like your ideas the same as or more than mine. My plots are only tentative ideas, not solid requirements. I'm open to basically anything, so don't be afraid to just straight up tell me what you want.
-Alternatively, a creature/supernatural being ends up injured, and is found by a human with far too much curiosity and a lack of interest for their personal safety... the human saves this person's life, and takes copious amounts of research notes and treats them like a test subject for the time they are forced to stay put and heal. Eventually, they begin to bond over these visits and things start to be revealed about what happened the night the human found the injured character.
-Two strangers live across from each other in an apartment complex. Each lives alone and has suspicious or criminal things that they do at night. They happen to accidentally meet each other outside one night, making it awkward to greet each other later... but they somehow end up seeing each other regularly, and eventually develop feelings.
-A vampire hunter is hired to take out someone who is suspected to be a vampire. He eventually tracks down the vampire, but doesn't find another bloodthirsty murderer that has lost control. He doesn't know what to do when the vampire doesn't resist, and instead looks at him with begging eyes to finish the job.
-A slightly-mad wizard who has been put asleep for 100 years under a spell accidentally gets released when a human (who may or may not have dormant magical abilities) touches him. This human must deal with the aftermath of what they have just released into the world...
-Werewolves and vampires are known to hate each other. What happens when two happen to fall in love?
-A witch/wizard/human summons a demon/other creature, but they messed up the spell and accidentally link the two together. If one dies, the other does too.
-Alternatively, a witch/wizard/human summons a demon/other creature and the two make a contract - the supernatural does a job in exchange for the witch/wizard/human's soul.
-A marine biologist who is working to save endangered species from poachers and to study them is on a work trip with their research partner over the open ocean. What they don't know is that this research partner wants them dead, and is secretly in the hunting business for the same rare species the marine biologist is trying to save. Said research partner is simply exploiting them for information. The marine biologist ends up fighting with their homicidal research partner and is thrown overboard, where they are presumed dead. They end up being rescued by a mer-creature of some sort, and the two end up falling in love. Homicidal research partner can eventually find out about said mer-creature and the marine biologist being alive, and we can all guess where that goes...
Roleplay Sample:
(Yes, I put background music sometimes. My characters also have playlists!)
This is an older sample, sorry!
(Yes, I put background music sometimes. My characters also have playlists!)
This is an older sample, sorry!
Apos' long, flexible fingers struck pearl and obsidian, gliding effortlessly across the keys of a carefully-crafted Bechstein with masterful precision. His eyes were gently closed, his brows furrowed only by a hair in concentration as he traversed through a slow-paced melody. The sheet music settled above the keyboard went untouched, remaining open on the first page of a song that Apos had finished playing long ago. His hands were guided solely by muscle memory, his fingers waltzing with indistinct melancholy. They were entranced in a solo dance of their own. In a time that had felt as if it had been but a few moments and that he wished could have stretched into eternity, Apos delicately pressed down the final keys, the concluding notes ringing out in the empty studio room. Apos exhaled slowly and deeply, his tired eyes opening as he awakened from his music-imbued trance.
It was a ritual of Apos' to play before he took a sinner's life. It set the tone of his job, reminding Apos of his personal duty concerning the fragility of life and death. The return of flesh and bone to the Earth. Apos' fingers often itched to feel the weighted ivory pressed underneath their padded tips. Since he was always traveling, Apos did not often get a chance to fulfill this urge. Wherever he happened to be on a mission, Apos could usually hunt down a music studio and convince them to let him play on one of their pianos for a few hours of rented time if he deemed the quality to be up to par. Otherwise, he would postpone his exactment of judgement to a later time, seeing it as a signal of fate. If Apos could not complete his ritual, he would not be able to go through with his execution. Compulsive? Perhaps. But if he was not in the right mindset, Apos had no desire to go through with an imperfect resolution of life.
Apos paid for the time he had spent in the studio, exchanging cash between hands silently before leaving. His mind was in a steady and focused state, prepared to commit a sin that he was simply constructed to enact. Apos' target was crafty. Elusive. He had been creating his painstakingly crafted artwork for nearly a decade before Apos had ever come into existence, and had likely been murdering under the radar long before his popular debut - or so Apos assumed. It was partially speculation, due to the ambiguity of his prey. Apos' target was careful and precise, making tracking him down a difficult task. It had taken Apos fifteen years to collect and piece together the information he needed, poring over historical records and carefully predicting potential murder sites until he was successful in finding his target. Due to the amount of years his target had been killing, Apos had been certain from the beginning that he was of supernatural origin. However, it had taken him quite some time to figure out the male's appearance and species. After that information had been clearly grasped and laid out, all that was left was the simple matter of tracking, following, and killing.
Apos' target had a routine of sorts, which he had learned through careful observation from afar. It varied, but became slowly predictable in a few key ways that gave Apos the proper timing to eliminate his target. That was why, as evening approached, Apos walked slowly down the street, avoiding cracked divots with a sort of swaying grace. He wore a dreamy expression on his face as he imagined how the scenario would go down, as he had done day after day for fifteen years on repeat inside of his head. Apos had visualized every possible difficulty that could occur, and every slip-up that could cost him the battle. He even imagined what he would say to the blonde-haired artist if he lost the battle but had not yet perished. Apos had a monologue vaguely rehearsed about how, if the vampire was inspired, he would like to be part of a gorgeous masterpiece... Apos imagined his uniquely black blood splattered and painted with precision, his body strung up in a beautifully tragic and despondent fashion, framed like a piece in an art gallery. The thought of such a scene pleased him, despite the fact that it would mean an end to Apos' life.
However, Apos was getting ahead of himself with such vivid daydreams. From what he predicted, his current job would go as smoothly as the rest. Apos had various honed and perfected techniques for delivering judgement to vampires, none of which have failed him in the past. There was no reason why he could not kill his target this time. Even if he couldn't, Apos could not bring himself to express any form of sentiment concerning his own death. He existed to enact judgement. If he died doing his instinctual job, then that was simply what divine fate had in store for him.
This anhedonia towards his existence was what allowed Apos to walk with a silent, monotonous grace, without a quiver in his heart or trepidation in his gaze. He approached his destination, humming an old melody with low and rich vocal chords. The twitch captured Apos' fingers again, and he clenched his hand into a fist.
"Stop that." He scolded to the empty air around him, shaking his head in a disapproving fashion. "You must follow the rules, or divine judgement will come upon you... Understand?" Apos murmured, huffing a short breath. He closed his eyes for several moments, standing still before finally stepping foot inside of the shabby 'hotel' that his target had made into his most recent living space. Apos walked past an unnoticeable 'reception' desk, if it could even be called that, where a bored-looking teenager was watching some type of clearly pornographic content on a computer monitor, the lewd moaning escaping his cheap headphones. While in such a zombified trance, he did not notice as Apos casually walked past him and to the door that he knew his target was behind, lying in wait. The muffled noise of music sounded from behind the door, its quality poor even from where Apos stood outside.
Apos sighed, reaching to grab the large dagger clipped onto his side with an air of boredom about him. He unsheathed the weapon, glancing briefly at the worn inscriptions that had been carved into the blade of the weapon. The letters were of an inhuman, forgotten language whose meaning had been erased long ago. It was a language that Apos instinctually recognized, yet did not understand.
With his other hand, Apos reached for the door handle, grasping firmly onto the worn object. It began to crumble beneath his touch, producing a toxic metallic scent as the knob and locking mechanism slowly turned to dust underneath Apos' palm. On the other side of the door, Apos could hear the remaining half of the handle fall to the floor, no longer having anything to hold it in place. Apos pushed open the door with the tip of one of his black sneakers, his eyes narrowed and expectant. His muscles were tensed and prepared as he stepped inside, the will to enact retribution on his mind.
As he entered, Apos' eyes scanned the room, quickly landing on his target. The previously-muffled music was now clearer, the old tunes vaguely familiar as they rang out on cheap-quality speakers. Strewn about on the floor were papers covered in graphite, the pencil lines formed into morbidly exquisite sketches. Even from afar, the faintly crumpled pieces looked as if they were well-drawn. A thought fluttered past Apos' mind: he decidedly did not wish to damage the papers in their combat. Beautiful things should not be destroyed. A cat's ears twitched at Apos' entrance, its viridian-chartreuse eyes focused on the intruder from its place on a mattress that was clearly past its eight year replacement date.
The most prominent sensation that invaded Apos' senses was the potent scent of alcohol. His nose crinkled in distaste, iron-tinted eyes glinting with repugnance at his target. The blonde was leaned back in an uncomfortable-looking armchair, a bottle in his hand that had clearly had most of its contents emptied into the male's stomach. From the sight of a second empty bottle on the ground, he was far already into his drinking session. Apos tilted his head, dark bangs falling in suit as he squinted. He neared the armchair, tossing his weapon from hand to hand as his gaze looked the man up and down critically. Even if he were drunk and listening to music that signaled some sort of nostalgia-fueled crisis, he was still the renowned killer that Apos' fifteen-year effort had been dedicated to. This was the moment that he had been waiting for. The exactment of judgement. Even if it were an unconventional sight to stumble upon, it did not change the fact of the matter and Apos' purposeful arrival.
"Kratzer Jäger, hitman and artist of the dead... I will keep this short for both of our sakes. I apologize for the intrusion - but as it stands, I have the duty to slay you." Apos' voice was spiritless, as if he were reading straight out of a dull law textbook. He seemed uninterested in what he was saying, his tired eyes glancing at the cat on the bed rather than at the person he was speaking to. The desire to stroke its fur came over him, but Apos silenced the sudden impulse by clutching the hilt of his dagger a little tighter in his palm.
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If you think that we would be good partners or have any questions, feel free to comment in this thread or PM me. I don't mind either way. = )
If you think that we would be good partners or have any questions, feel free to comment in this thread or PM me. I don't mind either way. = )
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