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Introduction
Heyo. The name's Longinus. I don't have any nicknames but you can call me Long.
I'm here writing this cause, like, man, I need to get outta the daily rat race. . . too much noodling here and there. I think that does not apply in writing: prose, prose, that's what I do. It's cool, you know, and it fixes me up real good case I ever get those Monday blues. And I'm having one of them right now.
I've been writing for some time, reading longer than that; I like to think I've got the basics down. Hey, that's how it goes, donnit?
Although I won't go the length and call myself a sorta veteran role-player. But I've got this passion for writing and I like writing. And reading. Those two are my jam. On my end: it don't matter much cause I'm a glass-half-full kinda guy. You can be whatever sort of writer you want to be. But on your end? Relax, I am a solid enough writer: when I'm not reading, saying bullshit, wasting away meself, listening to music and appreciating culture or playing some games or such, I'm writing stuff for the betterment of the skill. The finesse. It's good for the mind, so I often sez. Heh. Well, don't mind my meandering soliloquys.
Onwards.
What Ye Can Expect
I think I'm a friendly guy, but don't be afraid to take that sentence with a grain of salt, man. . . hucka, I don't even know myself these days. I sure do like chatting with people—sometimes awkward in such pursuits, mind you—when I'm not writing with them.
Speaking of words, I can write a lot but I can't say I exactly follow any conventional measurements; I dunno, I'm probably literate, detailed, casual, not simple—got too deep into the maximalist trend some time ago and it made a good mark on me—, but, er, solid enough all things considered. When I see some good writin, I sez: thaz some eye candy, cause, excuse my vulgar vernacular, they is. I write English, write a lot, and I like emulating my favourite authors. Just how it goes, man.
Some other matters: doubling? Heh, I always write a cadre of people. I like the sprawl, you know. There does not have to be a main character. I also like exploring all of those genres, although I'm supremely weak with romance however, but hey, I can do pretty much everything else. In fact, I like combining genres a lot. Who says it's gotta be one thing only, man? Yeah, uhm, that's how it goes. Phew, dude.
PS: I got Discord on me too, if that's where you groove at. OOC only, sadly nuff. But Discord. Right. Great benefits.
What's Expected From Ye
Relax, dude! That's important. Real important. Be cool, don't panic. Yeah. I don't think I got much of an expectation to uphold—too much stress is what I think it is and I for one like the good old R&R as much as you do—but I'd like it if you were okay with chatting, with paying the bare modicum of consideration and attention to our role-play and, you know, with putting a bit of effort in pulling the story's weight. Can't say I do very well with passive players, you know. That's just how it is. Hundred pardons. I'm a pack mulez, you see, rolling with the packs and the mules and me's all over the world. So they sez: what goes for me prolly don't go for ye but what go for ye prolly goes for me. That's how I roll, dude. Toke and shit.
What About The Roleplay?
Dude, what about it? That's what I'm saying. Wwwah. First thing's first, I don't do pairings—like I said, I write lotsa characters and on that account we're just looking at an impossibility if I was to be all focused on some singular body lying around. To the point: I'll list off some themes and genres I'd like to do right about now although I'm open to pretty much everything (feel free to message me with plots, ideas, basic premises and we can work on that together):
BUT, due to some saturation and overexposure, I'd like to say that I would like to do something a little less fantasy and a little more modern/sci-fi now. But don't mind me.
MMmade in my spare time with the finesse, precision and tact of a worn-down diamond-tipped industrial drill:
Introduction
Heyo. The name's Longinus. I don't have any nicknames but you can call me Long.
I'm here writing this cause, like, man, I need to get outta the daily rat race. . . too much noodling here and there. I think that does not apply in writing: prose, prose, that's what I do. It's cool, you know, and it fixes me up real good case I ever get those Monday blues. And I'm having one of them right now.
I've been writing for some time, reading longer than that; I like to think I've got the basics down. Hey, that's how it goes, donnit?
Although I won't go the length and call myself a sorta veteran role-player. But I've got this passion for writing and I like writing. And reading. Those two are my jam. On my end: it don't matter much cause I'm a glass-half-full kinda guy. You can be whatever sort of writer you want to be. But on your end? Relax, I am a solid enough writer: when I'm not reading, saying bullshit, wasting away meself, listening to music and appreciating culture or playing some games or such, I'm writing stuff for the betterment of the skill. The finesse. It's good for the mind, so I often sez. Heh. Well, don't mind my meandering soliloquys.
Onwards.
What Ye Can Expect
I think I'm a friendly guy, but don't be afraid to take that sentence with a grain of salt, man. . . hucka, I don't even know myself these days. I sure do like chatting with people—sometimes awkward in such pursuits, mind you—when I'm not writing with them.
Speaking of words, I can write a lot but I can't say I exactly follow any conventional measurements; I dunno, I'm probably literate, detailed, casual, not simple—got too deep into the maximalist trend some time ago and it made a good mark on me—, but, er, solid enough all things considered. When I see some good writin, I sez: thaz some eye candy, cause, excuse my vulgar vernacular, they is. I write English, write a lot, and I like emulating my favourite authors. Just how it goes, man.
Some other matters: doubling? Heh, I always write a cadre of people. I like the sprawl, you know. There does not have to be a main character. I also like exploring all of those genres, although I'm supremely weak with romance however, but hey, I can do pretty much everything else. In fact, I like combining genres a lot. Who says it's gotta be one thing only, man? Yeah, uhm, that's how it goes. Phew, dude.
PS: I got Discord on me too, if that's where you groove at. OOC only, sadly nuff. But Discord. Right. Great benefits.
What's Expected From Ye
Relax, dude! That's important. Real important. Be cool, don't panic. Yeah. I don't think I got much of an expectation to uphold—too much stress is what I think it is and I for one like the good old R&R as much as you do—but I'd like it if you were okay with chatting, with paying the bare modicum of consideration and attention to our role-play and, you know, with putting a bit of effort in pulling the story's weight. Can't say I do very well with passive players, you know. That's just how it is. Hundred pardons. I'm a pack mulez, you see, rolling with the packs and the mules and me's all over the world. So they sez: what goes for me prolly don't go for ye but what go for ye prolly goes for me. That's how I roll, dude. Toke and shit.
What About The Roleplay?
Dude, what about it? That's what I'm saying. Wwwah. First thing's first, I don't do pairings—like I said, I write lotsa characters and on that account we're just looking at an impossibility if I was to be all focused on some singular body lying around. To the point: I'll list off some themes and genres I'd like to do right about now although I'm open to pretty much everything (feel free to message me with plots, ideas, basic premises and we can work on that together):
BUT, due to some saturation and overexposure, I'd like to say that I would like to do something a little less fantasy and a little more modern/sci-fi now. But don't mind me.
- Crime
- Detective/Forensics
- Gangster/Criminal/Mobsters
- Thriller
- Techno Thriller
- Political/Espionage Thriller
- Mystery Thriller
- Horror
- Southern Gothic
- New Weird
- Splatterpunk (18+)
- Cosmic/Lovecraftian Horror
- Fantasy
- Contemporary Fantasy
- Magical Realism
- Low Fantasy
- Epic/High Fantasy
- Heroic Fantasy
- Postmodernism/modernism
- Tragicomedies
- Post-2000s dramas
- Some histories
- K-Mart Realism
- Other stuff
- Spec-Fi
- Dystopian/Utopian
- Near Future
- Post-Cyberpunk
- Ordinary Cyberpunk
- Space Opera
- [Insert shitz]. . . IN SPACE!
- Historical
- 20th Century
- 50s-60s
- 70s (???)
- 80s-90s
- 2000s
- 19th Century
- 50-90s
- Something something
- Western
- Murican Civil War
- Vaqueros
- Gauchos
- Bushrangers
- Osterns
- 20th Century
MMmade in my spare time with the finesse, precision and tact of a worn-down diamond-tipped industrial drill:
- PLOT #1 (THE PLOT, haha)
The later years of the cold war—and it's a black world, blackened or whitened or whatever with the downfall of the Soviet Union and the berlin wall; people are coming to the most tepid of conclusions as to these series of fortunate-to-unfortunate-to-fortunate events: like some missile propulsion system running on uranium discharge. In this bric-a-brac, two former officers from the Vietnam War and the tattered Bay of Pigs are hired by an unknown source to track down a line of missing armaments shipments, lethal splash weaponry of course, in New Jersey; but unbeknownst to them, various other forces are converging in this one instance of militaires-politico fallacy including the nazi offshoots of Argentina and the South Americas, rogue cells from the Cuban Missile Crisis, terrorists and avengers of the old world Soviet Union, Czech, Germany, villainous conspirators from vile centers of art and anarchy and so on and on, alongside other naval conspiracies against America by conspiratorial bioweapons factories and chemists and pharmacists and the one-two-three urban conspiracies. - PLOT #2 Two patrons of the art world, bohemians and youthful, venture into the heart of Mexico in search of a lost auteur, along the way being accosted by the various sentiments of literature and such, people as they are, and rogues and villains of the morbid variety; of course, they're completely bent on their original goal of finding their muse, worship and quarry, throwing everything to the brink of, er, everything.
- PLOT #3 Takes place in the 50s and follows two FBI agents assigned by Hoover to track down an insidious communist spy ring, encountering McCarthy, presidents, drugs, the music industry (of that time) and various other miscellaneous villainies.
- PLOT #4 Some personages of importance and notable nature converge at Bolivia sharing their sympathies and their desire for revenge or revolt against a villainous dictator and some other enemies of a supernatural force, involving in turn: guerilla soldiers, a few ghosts here and there, some other dampening elements and fillers, outrageously Kafkaesque politics, absurdist characters, mad artists and crazy scientists, nuclear artillery and so on and on.
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