I am Currently: Searching for one or more 1x1 or small group RP partners
The Nitty Gritty
What I am looking for:
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1.Anyone wishing to join an RP with me must be able to write. This means nothing less than two paragraphs of 3+ sentences each. While I can carry a story by myself, if I wanted to do that I would just write a story on my own.
2. You must be willing to talk to me. Please don't disappear without a trace and leave me out in the cold.
3. Profanities may be used when appropriate, but have some taste. You should not be dropping the f-bomb every other sentence.
4. I'd prefer not to RP with anyone younger than seventeen. Sixteen is iffy, but if you can make a good argument I may take this request with a grain of salt. It is mainly personal preference on my part regarding maturity. I understand there are some very mature people out there that are younger than seventeen, I was one of them, but I have come to find that most are not.
2. You must be willing to talk to me. Please don't disappear without a trace and leave me out in the cold.
3. Profanities may be used when appropriate, but have some taste. You should not be dropping the f-bomb every other sentence.
4. I'd prefer not to RP with anyone younger than seventeen. Sixteen is iffy, but if you can make a good argument I may take this request with a grain of salt. It is mainly personal preference on my part regarding maturity. I understand there are some very mature people out there that are younger than seventeen, I was one of them, but I have come to find that most are not.
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I usually write 3-4 paragraphs at a time, most of it is not dialogue. When I start an RP I try to just start with characters and a setting/theme, before coming up with a plot line. I am ok with using prompts, but find if they are too specific then I get bored easily and no longer have a desire to continue. I can write for a variety of different character styles and types, as well as many different genres. I am open to using email, pm, or a Magistream private stage thread for the actual RP. I usually log onto this site at least once a day if not more.
Genres and Fandoms I enjoy (with explanations):
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1. High Fantasy (Things like dragons, elves, dwarves, etc.)
Fandoms: Tolkien(
), Magistream, Narnia, Eragon, possibly open to others
2. Science Fiction (Space 'n' Stuff, or future-y stuff)
Fandoms: Star Trek (TNG or TOS), Fringe
3. Historical Fiction (Self explanatory?)
Examples: Cold War, Stone Age, Industrial Revolution, WWII, etc.
Fandoms: Tolkien(
), Magistream, Narnia, Eragon, possibly open to others2. Science Fiction (Space 'n' Stuff, or future-y stuff)
Fandoms: Star Trek (TNG or TOS), Fringe
3. Historical Fiction (Self explanatory?)
Examples: Cold War, Stone Age, Industrial Revolution, WWII, etc.
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1. Animal based (Normal or in some way altered)
2. Superhumans/Mutants
3. Romance: Will only be considered if the other player plays the lead role in the relationship. I don't have a lot of experience writing romance, and find it hard to get into, mostly because it is a very abstract concept that is difficult for my analytical mind to grasp. This same warning applies to romance added as a side plot to any other story.
2. Superhumans/Mutants
3. Romance: Will only be considered if the other player plays the lead role in the relationship. I don't have a lot of experience writing romance, and find it hard to get into, mostly because it is a very abstract concept that is difficult for my analytical mind to grasp. This same warning applies to romance added as a side plot to any other story.
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1. Vampires and/or Werewolves. Sorry, they're overdone.
2. Warrior Cats. I quit reading those books years ago.
3. High School, in any form whatsoever. I left high school for a reason, don't make me go back.
4. Steampunk. Meh.
5. Anime fandoms. I'm sorry, I just don't understand their appeal.
2. Warrior Cats. I quit reading those books years ago.
3. High School, in any form whatsoever. I left high school for a reason, don't make me go back.
4. Steampunk. Meh.
5. Anime fandoms. I'm sorry, I just don't understand their appeal.
These are characters I have used in other RP's or my own writing that I am particularly fond of. If you see one that inspires you, or you think your character would interact well with, perhaps we can use them in our story. The sort of genre they belong to is in parenthesis next to their name.
Ballindir Arastor, Lord of the Golden Tree (High Fantasy)
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Species: Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 3,612
Appearance: The Elf Himself and his armor
It is not difficult for one to find themselves lost in the gaze of the storm-grey eyes of Ballindir Arastor. There is a wisdom found there that comes only with age and experience, and Ballindir has had plenty of both. Like most Elves, his lithe body is muscular and strong without being bulky. His long, dark hair is usually tied back in some sort of braid, though the patterns and knots can differ daily. His robes are usually various shades of blue or violet, often with gold trim. He may not always wear his crown, but you will never see him without his wedding band. Even though his wife passed many centuries ago, Ballindir refuses to ever remove the gold band set with a bright sapphire, a tribute to his everlasting love for his wife, even in her death.
Personality: Ballindir is devoted to say the least. He sees himself as the protector of his people, and it pained him greatly when he failed in the case of his late wife. He still blames himself for her death, and always will. Consequently, he carries sorrow in his soul, and is no longer as carefree and joyful as he once was. Now somber and heavy-hearted, it is rare for him to laugh or even smile. But with that being said, it would not be accurate to describe him as a mean or heartless person. In fact many who have met him would describe him as kindhearted and gentle. Since his wife's passing, he has been ever more protective of his only son, much to said son's irritation.
History: Ballindir was still quite young (~800) when he met his wife to be. It was on an expedition to a far off town, sent as a messenger for his father who was then the King, when he first laid eyes on the beautiful golden-haired elleth. Her eyes were like pools of the clearest ocean waters, and her skin was fairer than a summer's day. She was of semi-noble birth, and so Ballindir's father approved of the pairing. They were happily wed within a century of their first encounter, and five hundred years later, Ballindir's father perished in battle and left the crown to his son.
The centuries passed peacefully enough, in which time a son was born to the royal family. All was well, until a fateful journey took Ballindir's beloved wife from him forever. She had gone to visit her sister in her native town, but had to cross a good stretch of wilderness in order to get there. He had done all he could to ensure her safety, sending over a score of guards to escort her there. But in the end the traveling party was ambushed in the night, and no number of armed guards could have saved her from the dark, shadowed beings that attacked them.
Ballindir was inconsolable, he had loved his wife more than even himself, and would have gladly given his life for her to live. But he was not with them that day, or perhaps things would have been different. There were days his advisors thought he would follow suit, perishing from his own grief, but still he survived. As a result, he has become cautious and overprotective, especially of his son, whose sea-blue eyes and golden hair remind him daily of the wife he failed to protect.
Likes: Riding his horse, Findulas; Strong tea with blackberry pastries for breakfast; Quiet moments of peace in his busy life; Spending time with his son, who has grown increasingly distant through the years since his mother's death.
Dislikes: Disorder, especially within his household; Flirtatious ellith, specifically when their attentions are trained on him; Stifling heat, though he doesn't mind the cold so much.
Husband/Wife/Mate: Gilraen Arastor (Deceased)
Siblings/Children: Younger brother, Bregolon Arastor; Son, Corunir Arastor.
Gender: Male
Age: 3,612
Appearance: The Elf Himself and his armor
It is not difficult for one to find themselves lost in the gaze of the storm-grey eyes of Ballindir Arastor. There is a wisdom found there that comes only with age and experience, and Ballindir has had plenty of both. Like most Elves, his lithe body is muscular and strong without being bulky. His long, dark hair is usually tied back in some sort of braid, though the patterns and knots can differ daily. His robes are usually various shades of blue or violet, often with gold trim. He may not always wear his crown, but you will never see him without his wedding band. Even though his wife passed many centuries ago, Ballindir refuses to ever remove the gold band set with a bright sapphire, a tribute to his everlasting love for his wife, even in her death.
Personality: Ballindir is devoted to say the least. He sees himself as the protector of his people, and it pained him greatly when he failed in the case of his late wife. He still blames himself for her death, and always will. Consequently, he carries sorrow in his soul, and is no longer as carefree and joyful as he once was. Now somber and heavy-hearted, it is rare for him to laugh or even smile. But with that being said, it would not be accurate to describe him as a mean or heartless person. In fact many who have met him would describe him as kindhearted and gentle. Since his wife's passing, he has been ever more protective of his only son, much to said son's irritation.
History: Ballindir was still quite young (~800) when he met his wife to be. It was on an expedition to a far off town, sent as a messenger for his father who was then the King, when he first laid eyes on the beautiful golden-haired elleth. Her eyes were like pools of the clearest ocean waters, and her skin was fairer than a summer's day. She was of semi-noble birth, and so Ballindir's father approved of the pairing. They were happily wed within a century of their first encounter, and five hundred years later, Ballindir's father perished in battle and left the crown to his son.
The centuries passed peacefully enough, in which time a son was born to the royal family. All was well, until a fateful journey took Ballindir's beloved wife from him forever. She had gone to visit her sister in her native town, but had to cross a good stretch of wilderness in order to get there. He had done all he could to ensure her safety, sending over a score of guards to escort her there. But in the end the traveling party was ambushed in the night, and no number of armed guards could have saved her from the dark, shadowed beings that attacked them.
Ballindir was inconsolable, he had loved his wife more than even himself, and would have gladly given his life for her to live. But he was not with them that day, or perhaps things would have been different. There were days his advisors thought he would follow suit, perishing from his own grief, but still he survived. As a result, he has become cautious and overprotective, especially of his son, whose sea-blue eyes and golden hair remind him daily of the wife he failed to protect.
Likes: Riding his horse, Findulas; Strong tea with blackberry pastries for breakfast; Quiet moments of peace in his busy life; Spending time with his son, who has grown increasingly distant through the years since his mother's death.
Dislikes: Disorder, especially within his household; Flirtatious ellith, specifically when their attentions are trained on him; Stifling heat, though he doesn't mind the cold so much.
Husband/Wife/Mate: Gilraen Arastor (Deceased)
Siblings/Children: Younger brother, Bregolon Arastor; Son, Corunir Arastor.
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Age: 37
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance: Link
Talents: Thrain is an expert blacksmith, capable of doing everything from shoeing horses, to forging swords and armor, to creating fine and magnificent works of art from metal. He is also a skilled horseman.
Personality: Thrain is the gentle giant of the village, though he still holds a deep-seated distrust of Elves. He is very kindhearted and loves children, although he is stern with them and never allows them near his forge. He never hesitates to face a threat openly. When he feels his friends or family are threatened, he will fight like mad to protect them. He isn't much for flirting or romance, but views his closest friends as his brothers and sisters. For a time, his mother encouraged him to find a wife and have a family, but she has since given up hope that her son will ever do so.
History: He was born the youngest of three brothers and raised in a village deep in the mountains. There, he learned his father's trade of smithing. Brigands and robbers were not uncommon around the mountain roads in the area, so Thrain learned how to fight when he was very young. When the time came for him to leave the mountains, he took his horse, Afia, and rode south for many days. Eventually, he settled in the town he is in today, and has become renown since for his excellent work as a smith.
Weapons: Spear and heavy shield, with a long knife for close range. Occasionally uses a sword, though not often.
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance: Link
Talents: Thrain is an expert blacksmith, capable of doing everything from shoeing horses, to forging swords and armor, to creating fine and magnificent works of art from metal. He is also a skilled horseman.
Personality: Thrain is the gentle giant of the village, though he still holds a deep-seated distrust of Elves. He is very kindhearted and loves children, although he is stern with them and never allows them near his forge. He never hesitates to face a threat openly. When he feels his friends or family are threatened, he will fight like mad to protect them. He isn't much for flirting or romance, but views his closest friends as his brothers and sisters. For a time, his mother encouraged him to find a wife and have a family, but she has since given up hope that her son will ever do so.
History: He was born the youngest of three brothers and raised in a village deep in the mountains. There, he learned his father's trade of smithing. Brigands and robbers were not uncommon around the mountain roads in the area, so Thrain learned how to fight when he was very young. When the time came for him to leave the mountains, he took his horse, Afia, and rode south for many days. Eventually, he settled in the town he is in today, and has become renown since for his excellent work as a smith.
Weapons: Spear and heavy shield, with a long knife for close range. Occasionally uses a sword, though not often.
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Species: Elf Magi
Gender: Female
Age: Not particularly old for an Elf
Appearance: Mírden, Mírden2
Personality: One would not be wrong in describing her as arrogant or headstrong, though she prefers 'confident'. She knows her limits, but is not overly cautious. Mírden is a bit of a loner, but works well with others as long as she isn't taking orders from people who do not know what they are doing. She can come across as cold and calculating, and has trouble showing emotion. She puts the needs of others before her own, which can sometimes end up being dangerous for her.
History: Mírden came to the Keep seeking sanctuary from the wars that plagued her homeland. Her mother brought her across the sea to Rone, and eventually to the Keep itself. But her mother had taken ill on the journey, and died not long after their arrival there. At the time, she was still an Elfling, and ended up being raised collectively by some of the older magi in the keep. As soon as she was old enough she began to learn to use a sword, as well as a bow and arrow. Like the other young ones at the Keep, she studied magic, and became an adept healer. When she had proven her worth in both healing and combat, she was allowed to join the Wardens, a sort of Search-and-Rescue team that the Keep has for dire situations.
Likes: Control, being useful, solitude, music, literature, riding through Silva Forest and the Alasre Mountains
Dislikes: Spoiled young magi, social gatherings, having nothing to do, children
Husband/Wife/Mate: None
Siblings/Children: None
Gender: Female
Age: Not particularly old for an Elf
Appearance: Mírden, Mírden2
Personality: One would not be wrong in describing her as arrogant or headstrong, though she prefers 'confident'. She knows her limits, but is not overly cautious. Mírden is a bit of a loner, but works well with others as long as she isn't taking orders from people who do not know what they are doing. She can come across as cold and calculating, and has trouble showing emotion. She puts the needs of others before her own, which can sometimes end up being dangerous for her.
History: Mírden came to the Keep seeking sanctuary from the wars that plagued her homeland. Her mother brought her across the sea to Rone, and eventually to the Keep itself. But her mother had taken ill on the journey, and died not long after their arrival there. At the time, she was still an Elfling, and ended up being raised collectively by some of the older magi in the keep. As soon as she was old enough she began to learn to use a sword, as well as a bow and arrow. Like the other young ones at the Keep, she studied magic, and became an adept healer. When she had proven her worth in both healing and combat, she was allowed to join the Wardens, a sort of Search-and-Rescue team that the Keep has for dire situations.
Likes: Control, being useful, solitude, music, literature, riding through Silva Forest and the Alasre Mountains
Dislikes: Spoiled young magi, social gatherings, having nothing to do, children
Husband/Wife/Mate: None
Siblings/Children: None
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Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 43
Appearance: Link
About 6'5"; dark brown hair; strong, rough hands; seldom seen without a tie on; swaps his suit jacket for a lab coat when he arrives to see patients; wears an old style fedora when he is outside; dark, analytical eyes; occasionally wears small, rectangular reading glasses
Personality: Although his job is grotesque, Dr. Rubashov does his best to be a gentleman, even to his patients and test subjects. He detests rudeness, and is known for his piano playing abilities and love of music. He isn't exactly arrogant, but he is very confident in his skills as a research scientist and physician. He has a hard time trusting others, and therefore has few friends. He always keeps a full syringe of propofol in his pocket, and a folding knife on his belt (concealed, no one knows he has it).
History: Lead scientist of a ’Not-exactly-legal’ research facility, Dr. Rubashov has his hands full, and has ever since his predecessor was killed by one of the subjects. Since then, he’s been the lead researcher and head honcho of this mostly illegal research facility.
Gender: Male
Age: 43
Appearance: Link
About 6'5"; dark brown hair; strong, rough hands; seldom seen without a tie on; swaps his suit jacket for a lab coat when he arrives to see patients; wears an old style fedora when he is outside; dark, analytical eyes; occasionally wears small, rectangular reading glasses
Personality: Although his job is grotesque, Dr. Rubashov does his best to be a gentleman, even to his patients and test subjects. He detests rudeness, and is known for his piano playing abilities and love of music. He isn't exactly arrogant, but he is very confident in his skills as a research scientist and physician. He has a hard time trusting others, and therefore has few friends. He always keeps a full syringe of propofol in his pocket, and a folding knife on his belt (concealed, no one knows he has it).
History: Lead scientist of a ’Not-exactly-legal’ research facility, Dr. Rubashov has his hands full, and has ever since his predecessor was killed by one of the subjects. Since then, he’s been the lead researcher and head honcho of this mostly illegal research facility.
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