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LF: Roleplay Partners [Long-Term]
Posted 2020-10-29 19:25:03 (edited)

Hey there! My name is Kodiak. I have been roleplaying for about ten years. I am twenty two years old and have always loved the roleplaying community and all the opportunities that came with it. So, lets get to it!

>>Regulations<<:

 
- I am a long-term roleplayer. So if you just want a couple days I am not your gal.


- I am very open-minded to different plot-lines, but I have the right to decline if it doesn't interest me.

- I would like for us to sit down and discuss a plot-line and decide together. If we cannot come to an agreement then we will work it out.
- I will NOT roleplay with minors. 18+ Only. 
- This will be M rated roleplay Only.
- If you have any triggers then let me know before.
- I know some people don't have motivation, but at least get in a couple sentences each post. It's understandable if you're having a bad day it happens to all of us. So, I will not be the type to nag you if it happens on occasions.
- I am a multi-character roleplayer. This means I can roleplay many other characters at the same time.
- Please be patient with me if I am busy I will get to the roleplay as soon as I can.

>>Pairings<<: 
- MxF, FxF 
- Note: Depending on my mood I will not be opposed of playing a Male character.

(Looking for someone who isn't opposed of playing either character, as it can switch. Also, if playing Multi-character. I'd rather keep the genders equal. So, if you played a female and me a male, and we decided to add extra characters I'd want their genders to be equal.)

>>Activity<<: 

- This has always caused 1-1 roleplays to fail, even larger groups as well. If you're busy or going on hiatus for awhile let me know in advance, as I will do the same for you. 

- Real life comes first. I will always respect that, so don't be afraid to tell me otherwise. If you do disappear without a word, I will give you a week to reply in advance, before shutting down the roleplay entirely. 

>>Plot<<:
Plots are always the major hook into creating a fascinating roleplay, but I would not like to be the only one contributing into creating one. I would like us to sit down and discuss it and come up with it together. If I feel like you're not contributing then I will reconsider roleplaying with you. 

- Naturally if I loose interest in a plot(Which happens often) I tend to slack off. I try to keep up with my partners amount of roleplay, so if not opposed to the idea, I might be adding in more side-roleplays just to keep everything fair between me and my partner. Also, if you ever become bored we can discuss and alter it, so don't ever be afraid to speak your mind. 

>>What I will Roleplay<<: 

- Animals- I actually first started off learning how to roleplay as a wolf, so it's only natural for me to have an adoration towards them, but some animals I might decline.
- Humans -
- Shape-Shifters -
- Medieval -
- Fantasy -
- Historical Periods -
- Drama -
- Romance - I prefer slow burn over rushed ones. It makes the story more interesting.
- Action/Adventure

- Dark Themes 

- I am very open minded so if you have any other questions involving this then just ask me.

- Also, if you are wanting to recruit me for a bigger group. Just let me know and I'll consider it!

>>Where I roleplay<<: 

- Discord - This is the main place where I roleplay, since I am able to have the freedom to decide how to roleplay. I am open to other places, but you will have to let me know what the regulations/limits are. But I am usually strictly just Discord. 

>>Form<<: 

- Please fill out the form below. If needed, I can return the same to you. 


Discord Name: 
Do you prefer a Server or DMS?
Are you alright with mature themes?
What are your triggers if you have any?
Tell me about your history with roleplay?
What pairings are you interested in?
Roleplay example 
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It does not have to be a HUGE example. Just enough for me to see your skills.

Thank you for your time and I hope to get to roleplay with you soon <3~


Kodiak
#11840

Posted 2020-10-29 20:55:27

Hey, hey! Don’t mind me popping this in here. ^^


Do you prefer a Server or DMS?

Server


Are you alright with mature themes?

Yes


What are your triggers if you have any?

None


Tell me about your history with roleplay?

I’ve been roleplaying on and off for years now. I will admit that it’s been years since I last roleplayed, but I’m definitely getting an itch again. I will definitely be pretty rusty, so I hope you can bear with me in that regard! 


I’m most interested in humans/shifters, so I don’t think I could pull off a strictly animal roleplay, but I do always love the shifters. 


What pairings are you interested in?

MxM or MxF (I tend to play as male characters, but I can play a female, if needed)


Roleplay example:

(This is a bit of an idea I had that we can definitely play off of if you’re interested. ^^)


”So, this is how it ends? 24 years and it’s all come down to this...” Pierre thought dismally. His canine body was laying listlessly on its side, while he kept an eyelid open, looking at the looming wall of clouds over him. Around his neck was a ragged collar while a rusty chain looped around it and bolted to his doghouse. His “family” had been gracious enough to leave him behind a bucket of water and had dumped the remainder of his kibble onto the muddy ground nearby. It was the kindest thing they’d done for him in the year he’d spent with them. It was a shame that it had happened thanks to the hurricane threatening to ravage the coast. 


”I’m not helpless though, right? Come on... all I’d need to do is change back into a human... That’s all...” Pierre sat up on his haunches, looking down sadly at his overgrown nails and dull and muddy fur. He’d fallen in a sad state under the “care” of his current family. Sure, he wasn’t starving, but he sure wasn’t living either, being restricted to the length of his chain. He often wondered how he allowed this to happen to himself. Pierre never took many risks, and to him, having a meal and a place to stay, no matter how awful, was better than dealing with the anxiety of finding a new person to take care of him. Sure, he could transform back into a human, but he know that his human mannerisms were a bit... odd. Also, humans are inquisitive, and he was never confident in his ability to fabricate convincing enough lies about his situation. 


The ringing of the doorbell brought Pierre out of his reverie. ”The doorbell? That’s what that sounds like here? Wait...” Pierre’s ears pricked up at the shrill ring of the doorbell from inside the house. He was surprised to hear it, especially right now. Who would be ringing doorbells with an evacuation underway? A few harsh raps on the door with increasing urgency followed the ringing. 


“Hello?! Is there anyone home?! I’m here for the dog!” A voice called out. 


Pierre couldn’t help wagging his tail excitedly. This could be his chance to get out! To escape to his next life! He didn’t even question why someone may be at the door- whether someone had complained to authorities, whether someone was patrolling for pets left behind in houses, or if they’d attempted to sell him. The reason didn’t matter to him! He bolted up from his sitting positing and strained again the restraint of the chain. 


And he barked.


It had been forever since he’d barked. He kept barking in rapid succession, unrelentingly. Someone had to know he was back there, but more importantly, he had to make sure they came around to the backyard and opened up the latch on the sagging privacy fence. If they moved on, he’d get left behind, since Pierre had a refusal to shift under nearly any circumstance. After all, he figured he wouldn’t have clothes on his human body, and there was no way he would do something so foolish. 


“Come on! Just open the gate and get me out of here!”He thought,” continuing to throw his weight against the chain in desperation. “Please.”

Pembroke
#24938

Posted 2020-10-30 00:31:16

@Pembroke - Amazing roleplay example. I also enjoy shifters. Always was fascinated by them. I’d love to be your roleplay partner. Can you send me your discord over so I can add ya? 

Kodiak
#11840

Posted 2020-10-30 01:03:45 (edited)

Do you prefer a Server or DMS? Server


Are you alright with mature themes? I am, yes


What are your triggers if you have any? Forced/violent interactions (I'll explain this a little better over discord)


Tell me about your history with roleplay? I've been rping for some time now and it's become a part of what I do on a daily basis and a huge stress reliever for me.


What pairings are you interested in? MxM, MxF, FxF (Nine times out of ten, I rp as a male)


Roleplay example Kristoff lifted his head, taking in the sights and sounds of the world around him. His keen ears picked up something to his right, the crack of a branch seeming to echo in his head. As he turned, a large doe emerged from the underbrush, her ears perking up as her brown eyes settled on his figure. Kristoff didn't move, instead, his emerald eyes met the doe's gaze. The two stood this way for a time before something behind him made Kristoff move again. In a flash, the doe reared up and hurried back into the woods, and by the time he had been able to look back in the animal's direction, she was already gone. With a disappointed huff, Kristoff started off along the trail again. He hadn't been able to see what it was that had caught his attention from behind, but that didn't mean he wasn't listening, his ears straining to pick up the sound again. Originally, he'd been out to try to stretch his legs, wanting to get in a little alone time, let out his inner wolf. However, not knowing what it was that he had heard that had chased away the doe, that idea had been forgotten. Not wanting to risk the possibility of being found out, Kristoff made his way back to the large black truck that he had parked at the end of the trail. "Next time. There's always next time," he thought to himself, turning the key in the ignition, his truck rumbling to life.

Nefarious
#22166

Posted 2021-07-13 21:09:23

Do you prefer a Server or DMS? Server!

Are you alright with mature themes?
Yup! Unless it's something absurdly cursed then I'm good.

What are your triggers if you have any? I don't really like other people controlling my character(s) like for example if you want one of my characters to follow you, I'd be happier if you didn't assume they would and instead I rped the following.

Tell me about your history with roleplay?
Ho BOY, started back when I was maybe ten on WolfQuest, grew up doing it. I've fallen off the horse now that I'm an adult and all that but I really wanna get back into it. My posts are kinda longwinded and if you know 'wolfspeak' well, I try to avoid it nowadays but old habits die hard.

What pairings are you interested in? Any and all! I can rp any gender or sexuality although most of my characters are male and bi.

Roleplay example: (This one's very dialogue heavy, it was copied from a previous rp I did with one of my wolves on here.)

The joyous, pup-like nature of the male's actions were suddenly becoming less fun as Yvette seemed more too bothered to engage with his pokes. The male would have commented on being referred to as a fish again but his thoughts wouldn't move fast enough and after being told to cut it out, his striped ears would push back and his snickering would cease, like a puppy being denied play-time a whine wanted to push out but he kept it in. Now he'd have to use his brain.
Following suit, he'd let his slinky body fall until his belly met the grass, where the earth thudded for Yvette it only crinkled as grass was slightly displaced by the abnormal canine.
"The scouts have been inactive, as far as I know only the herbalist is out. We-- I should've sent them out but I wanted to give everyone a moment to rest after we were moving for so long." The male informed calmly, cold eyes watched his old friend nuzzle the grass.
"It was my intent that on our return I'd send them out- as well as the hunters. This meal will feed us but it won't last long, there's too many mouths." A thought of being in over their heads crossed his mind for a moment but was quickly shook out. "Our presence here will become known and others will stop showing up." Valen would attempt to reassure, where he'd give a smile to help guide emotions, however, he wasn't too keen on doing this to Yvette and let his frown stick around.
"Would you like to walk back, Yve?" He'd offer, "We can take the scenic route." Valen added, hoping a calm walk would do his cousin well; she was better at making decisions, so a clearer mind would benefit them both.


Bullet
#2690

Posted 2022-01-18 00:42:28 (edited)
Do you prefer a Server or DMS? Server (I'm not opposed to DMs but I'm trying to keep my friends list and DMs low.)

Are you alright with mature themes? Yes, Though in male roles if things turn more intimate I may ask to fade to black etc as I'm not too experienced when it comes to being a male roles in those type of mature roleplays but I'm willing to give it a go.

What are your triggers if you have any? None, Though If animal abuse is wanting to be done I'd like to discuss it first.

Tell me about your history with roleplay? I've been doing literate roleplay for around 9-10 years now, I started on a game called "Wolfquest" when I was very young and from there got into all sorts of roleplays (Warrior cats etc), Joined groups on DeviantArt and later joined Lioden and did alot of roleplay there. I stopped doing alot of major literate roleplay over the last few years and moved onto doing game roleplay on FiveM/RedM (Basically GTA and RDR2 roleplay) but now I'd like to get back into some more literate roleplay as I miss it quite a bit. I am a semi-literate to literate, I tend to "mirror" my roleplay partners replies so If sent a few paragraphs I'll return a few paragraphs, 1 paragraph? 1 paragraph and maybe a bit more.

What pairings are you interested in? Mostly FxM, I mostly roleplay female roles but I've recently been playing alot of male characters so I'm open to playing male roles. I'm just inexperienced with more intimate scenes.

Roleplay example
- Fairly recent, This based around a group themed around the myths and monsters of legends. Qetsiyah is a "Kelpie" aka mythological monster horse, She owns a club and is an assassin.

A typical day for the kelpie, luring those foolish enough to follow the beautiful woman to the lakes nearby, doing other dirty work before returning to her club. She did miss the days where she roamed forever in her equine form, a beautiful white horse that drew people in. Such a creature was rare and humans couldn't help but walk up to it, offering themselves on a silver platter before seeing the true reality of a Kelpie. A monster. She let out a soft chuckle at the memories as she walked into the back entrance of her club, going to her office to grab the necessities; Her leg holsters for her gun and knives. She placed them where she normally kept them on her thighs under her skirt, no one ever guessed she was always so prepared for a fight due to her playful nature but she learned the hard way that people would come in here looking for a fight or possibly to try to rob the place.. As it was filled with more richer folk mixed in with the different classes. A low scoff left her, Like she'd let her customers be robbed within her club.

Walking out of her office, she travelled the hallways till she got to the main area of the club, skipping through the more private areas and VIP areas before she got to the bar, pulling out her phone for a quick check over her hair and makeup, not that she doubted herself. Being a kelpie made her beautiful to most, one of the many perks of being such a creature but it also came with many cons. A constant desire and hunger for one. She slid past the bar and danced around, flirting and offering drinks to a few that caught her eye, mingling with those who seemed new and others who were used to it.

Though she would soon return to the bar, serving some drinks before someone stunning caught her eye. She had seen them from time to time around where The Mob stayed, sometimes during meetings but never had the chance to interact with them. They seemed to have been looking over her drink selections before she slid over with a warm smile. "Hello! Don't believe we've met, I'm Qetsiyah" She greeted warmly as she moved in front of them. "See anything you like?" She asked with a curious gleam within her silver eyes. "I also have some secret options for folk like us" Qetsiyah added with a playful wink. "They are a little stronger and give more flavour.. Better suited to please and last with an amazing flavor rather then just give you a little buzz that'll last you a few hours and then give you the horrible hangover the next morning" She chuckles as pulls a glass out from under the counter and places it on top, ready to hear what they may have to say.

Losty
#875

Posted 2022-01-18 07:32:02

Discord Name: Nezity#3854

Do you prefer a Server or DMS?: DMS

Are you alright with mature themes? Yes

What are your triggers if you have any? None, just nothing related to feet ;-;

Tell me about your history with roleplay?
Well, I started back in 2017, like every writer I had flaws. I didn't know any basics like explaining in detail how a person felt about another, or an object, or just a mere thought. Then as I started to gain more and more roleplays my writing started to change. I wouldn't say I'm an amazing writer but right now I think my writing differs from others. I'm learning how to do First, second and third all in one post; explaining to the reader how the MC feels and how they would see the MC react to certain things. And allowing myself to the story as well; explaining that not only the MC has feelings but so does the writer. It's very hard work but honestly not so hard when you start off.  Fast forward to today, I think I'm pretty happy where I landed.

What pairings are you interested in? Mainly MxM, but with the right plot and zero romance I can pull a MxF
Roleplay Example ( I will be using Neziton, my well-developed actor)

PLEASE understand that writing for Neziton means I write like this, he is very complex so that means I have to write slightly different from my others ^^'

This was prolonged, Neziton had time to think about his own thoughts and wording, he stared along with the glove department and sighed when Tyrus found out that he indeed, and always forget to lock his doors," I don't think anyone crazy enough would just randomly open my door...well unless they're you," He raised a brow and gave him the keys," If we're going to some strip club where they sexually attack you because it's in their job right, forget it..I don't feel like getting laid and waking up to a woman or man for that matter," Neziton scoffed, he wasn't the type to head to strip clubs anyways; it wasn't in his nature to enjoy watching people literally rip his clothes off his body and rub their body juice all over him. But then again it would most likely take his mind off of today," Okay if we're going, one rule..no random cocktails..no random booty calls..and at least know the person for like 10 minutes before hooking up," That was more than one rule, but Neziton just offered a smile and checked his phone.

There's one thing about Neziton that always seems to have people pausing, he's not as crazy as he's made out to be; deep down he's a man with beliefs that are so strong that it clouds over his good traits. His traits that don't normally show but somehow always seem to be right in front of you; that...that is what people always seem to misunderstand. It's not their fault, surely Neziton realizes that not only is he a big part of this story but whatever action, whatever thought will be recorded and stamped into history. As woke as Neziton is, he can't fandom a world without knowledge of the outside, he can't function without calling out the ones who sit at their desk and read his story, his thoughts so effortlessly, call him an idiot for thinking too much of something so simple; but to Neziton it's what he was built around.

Clear the canvas, and let's restart from the very beginning. Neziton was a realistic woke Afro-American, he couldn't live in such a fantasy that the world has built around him, he had to keep an open mindset or it'll eat him up inside. Keeping him in the dark is the best way to avoid a lecture of everyone past, present, and future; probably something not to be said outloud- but Neziton's head never hangs down. He allowed himself to be played by some trashy bitch; he allowed his mind to be warped around the thought of a family; luckily reality kicked him in the balls.

Neziton glanced over at Tyrus and smiled, before looking away quickly. Some people would allow themselves into a reality that these two were built for each other; some would disagree and other well they didn't give a damn. Tyrus was someone Neziton would be down to giving his life for, but this was no romanticism down in history.

Here in Neziton's mind, was a ghostly figure telling him to forget all the worries in the world and just accept that no one, even if that one was as crazy as him would ever get the pureness of having seen your own destiny. No one knew this ghostly figure, and no it wasn't his father. It was someone Neziton didn't even know personally, the role they played in his head was his God; was someone with the power to create and destroy. But this God was different, this God was real, and Neziton believed in them.

" Have you ever....wanted to...admit something but that something was a lie even if you believe it?", He finally spoke, gripping his phone within his grasp frowning. Neziton trusted many people, allowing himself to gain the experience of hurt, betrayal, and anger. That's how life goes right? You come into life trusting people who would only use and abuse you, then suddenly you would trust another to do the same thing until it's written that trust is nothing but a broken record, playing over and over until the shards of the record shattered onto the ground. The sound stopped.

" I didn't consent to be born..I didn't want to live...but life has something for me right? Other than watching it crash and burn?", Love has gotten Neziton even more broken than before, he just wanted his questions answered truthfully, he didn't want to be lied to again," I don't want to think that I was once such an innocent boy hoping to start a family one day and make my momma proud of me, cause that...that Tyrus is a fucking lie...my God has proven that many times but I didn't listen to their warnings...I was foolish to think that I could disobey my God," Neziton lifted a finger and made a gun gesture to his head, unaware of his grin-ish smile; Neziton lowered his finger gun and stared out the window," I was in love Tyrus...the kind of love you'll only find at Walmart bumping into your old high school crush and finding out they are married to the school bully and managed to bear 4 of his kids...or the type that made you realize that no...he's not into men," What type of love was Neziton referring too?

He rolled down his window to catch in some fresh air that seemed to always be filled with an intoxicating grip on his throat. Neziton told his used to be bae, he'll be there for her forever; he gave her a life that no man could ever- he built his love around her and yet was quickly betrayed.

His therapist was probably laughing as he opened his messages, he wanted to send a text to proclaim his failures. If he sent a text, he'll be proving his fucked up therapist right; Neziton desires to be the main character with his issues and boyish problems with women and men, but they weren't boyish if his heart was allowing itself to be beaten and abused.

He was conflicted.

Text or keep this bottled up and die with the pain and depression.

Neziton decided that taking his pain to the grave with him was the most Manish thing he could do right now, he couldn't allow himself to show weakness to another man who knew more about his life than he did; his therapist would proudly mock Neziton due to his delusions and seeing people that weren't there, one time he forgot to remind Neziton to take his daily pills causing Neziton to one day hurt someone he was close too. But instead of blaming another human being for their mistake and carelessness, Neziton blamed himself.

As you can see, the truth can hurt. And that truth is that even if having a therapist may help just a little bit, it doesn't grant you access to happiness- Neziton knew nothing as a baby, and now as a man he still lacked the knowledge of something so important; so self-divined that he wouldn't be upset if Tyrus slapped the depression out of him.

Neziton didn't want to look his way, he spoke too openly and expected to be scolded for having such opinions, or thinking that he wanted to please some made-up God. Either way, Neziton knew what was coming.

" I'm so sorry, here I am ranting about my issues and complaining about something so fictional and you're trying to cheer me up! The...the..stuff I said was just a response to being betrayed..I don't mean any of that cause I'm not crazy," He lied. Yes, lying was much easier than admitting that everything that Neziton said was his deep deep truth and voicing that would make people look at him weirdly.

Begging people to understand was something Neziton had to do lately, he would go into Churches( That didn't ban him) and start a riot with his words, he would start shit because not only do people think less of him, but as someone who was born a different color he had to shout and scream his opinions so that they would listen. This wasn't something that happened overnight, Neziton had to earn his voice through many trials in his life. He will not be silenced, not today not ever.

Neziton could move mountains with the number of words he could use in just one meeting; he doesn't take pleasure in crushing people reality but educating them to a better future was his main goal, he was on a journey and once his story ends will he finally realize what the meaning of life really meant for someone who had to burden the questions and nerves of a weak, fragile, little boy in a man body. He wanted to dismiss the thoughts earlier but they kept coming back like a bad hair day, he realized his choice of words and gestures might have been taken out of context. Neziton loved breathing and being alive at first, but then he couldn't say no to selling his soul. He was a devil spawn, but he was God's miracle. He gave hope but also gave a fright to the new world that would soon show itself.

This is embarrassing, exposing how Neziton functions within seconds as though he had this mapped out in his little corner, whatever Neziton kept inside him; whatever monster that lurked in his head was apart of them even if he didn't want to admit to it. That monster had a funny way to take their share of the credit. What's the point of having a mind if it doesn't evolve into something better or something worst, people claim to want to develop a story without someone who could learn from their mistakes and make a difference. What a dumb thought process, Neziton learned and grew that's how his mindset will always be; changing and going back to the start of it; even if the taste of reliving such naive thoughts left a breathless steel taste left in his mouth.

Coming back to reality to allow a closure feeling, Neziton hummed," Maybe I need a vacation?," He laughed.

Kobeni
#8370

Posted 2022-02-05 15:54:41
Discord Name:
dont have one but will get one if we agree to fo it there
Do you prefer a Server or DMS?
I'm mixed. I like both and will do wich ever one us continent to you
Are you alright with mature themes?
I'm okay with them. I'm not okay with in depth love scenes though sorry
What are your triggers if you have any?
I have none
Tell me about your history with roleplay?
I started about a year ago and instantly fell in love with it. I started out with animals and soon owned 2 rps. I had a roleplay buddy for a while but they suddenly stopped around Halloween.
What pairings are you interested in?
Mostly just F×M because it's the only one I've ever done but I guess I could try others
Roleplay example:
(One of my replays to a marvel next generation rp.)
Harper
She got up tired of sitting around. She grabbed her sword figuring she'd go train. Once she got there she noticed Mia inside.
She sighed deciding to go outside instead. She walked a good distance until she was sure no one could see. She slipped of her shoes liking the feeling of the dirt and moss on her bare feet.
She pulled out her sword the silver metal gleaming in the sun. She looked at a dead tree and charged it swinging it. She was sure it should've hit but it almost seemed as if the tree had moved. She decided ot was just her imagination and this time did a swing with the sword, yet again she hit nothing. Frustrated she stopped looking it over. The tree looked like any normal dead tree. She sighed sitting down.
Harper frowned feeling something off. She concentrated and felt a layer of magic that felt just like an illusion. All at once the illusion broke and there infront her where the dead tree used to be was a tall light skinned teen, around her age. She couldn't make out the gender but they wore all black leather with a hood completely covering there face.
Harper stood holding up her sword. The person talked and it was definitely a feminine voice "wow. For a daughter of loki you are not very good a swords play" the figure pulled back there hood and long black hair flowed out. The female gave a mischievous smile that looked just like lokis.
"How do you know who I am?" Harper asked looking the person up and down
The person laughed "I know about all the avengers. Max the 'ant man', Jacob the winter soldier, Jack with his hunks of scrap metal he calls a suit. Oh let's not forget your beloved cousin Kacy, now part of hydra. I know more about all you more than you know about each other. Like your 'friend' Jacob brought that new chick around. Shes hydra along with your cat. Mias been a part of hydra since she was a baby, shes killed innocent people, is even the cause of they dear cats problems."
Harper looked stunned not expecting that "your lieing"
The girl laughed looking her over "if only. You haven't noticed how she stays away from the 'earth's mightiest heros' always skittish around you. Dosent like medical stuff. The cat down right hates her and stays away. Oh not to mention the fact that she refused to go to the hydra base and Jacob's protective. Hydra sticks together"
Lost Howl
#16008

Posted 2022-02-09 14:33:42
Discord Name:
JaesonLaye (PM me on Wolvden for my ID# please.)
A Server or DMs?
DMs on Discord, please.
Mature themes?
I actually prefer mature themes, due to my age and general maturity level.
Triggers:
Click on the spoiler at your own risk. This is a trigger, after all. Anything relating to sexual abuse is a major trigger for me and I will not in any way participate in activities including such themes.Roleplay History:
I have roleplayed ever since I was a child. What intrigued me from the beginning was essentially the ability to become someone or something else and just be. All roleplays I've participated in have had mature themes and heavy romance. As a hopeless romantic, I really enjoy romance roleplays. I also love canine roleplays. ^^
Pairings:
I am interested in MxF roleplays only.
Roleplay Example:
      Callous growled menacingly as he crouched low in the dingy brush, his tail flicking anxiously. The small prey before him--a tiny rabbit with fur white as the bright clouds above--trembled in the powdery snow nervously. She could scent the hunger of a large wolf nearby, but could not bring herself to escape the danger.
      Quiet as the falling snow, Callous crept forward on his belly, his cracked paw pads screaming without making a sound. One, two, three...She never stood a chance. Ebony blood pooled around Callous as he clutched the fresh game in his maw, his muzzle stained red. This was the wild, and Callous had learned to survive three years ago ever since his owner dumped him in the woods to fend for himself.

(Sometimes I write more and sometimes I write less. It depends on how I'm feeling and where the story needs to go.)

Jaeson Laye
#43750

Posted 2022-03-03 14:06:23
Discord Name: dakotaawolven#0093
Do you prefer a Server or DMS? servers
Are you alright with mature themes? yes
What are your triggers if you have any? incest, pedophilia
Tell me about your history with roleplay? I started roleplaying about 11 years ago on a site called Chicken Smoothie, and roleplayed there for probably five or six years before moving to Advanced Scribes, now known as Quill and Ink, as well as ran a private roleplay site with a couple of my friends. I have roleplayed over discord as well, and have partners from Lioden as well as here on Wolvden.
What pairings are you interested in? any and all! I do any gender and any sexuality, though most all my characters are usually bi.
Roleplay example
I added two from different types of roleplays!
"No no no! Please, Zach, wait! Please listen to me! It's okay! Please!" Lainey cried. Tears flowing heavily down her cheeks. Her boyfriend was staring at her in horror, and fear. She stood before him, begging him to understand. They'd been together five years, and he'd asked her to marry him, but she'd had to reveal her secret before she could do so. And now…she wished she hadn't. His head shook back and forth now, and he backed away, stumbling in his panic as he knocked into the lamp beside the couch. "Zach please. It's okay. I won't hurt you," she tried again, but to no avail. When he got close enough to the door, turned and opened it, sprinting away. She had no choice but to chase after him, fresh tears continuing to flow.

But she couldn't catch him. He'd gotten in the car and drove off in a panic, and she'd gotten in her truck and tore after him. She'd followed him until he finally pulled over near the beach. She wasn't sure how long they'd been driving, but she jumped out of her truck and ran towards him. "No! Stay away from me!" The hatred and fear in his voice made her falter, and she stood there, staring at him in shock.

"Zach…"

"No! Get back! Leave me alone. You're a…a monster!" He yelled at her. She felt fresh tears splicing over her eyelids and shook her head.

"I won't hurt you. Please, Zach. Please trust me," she tried again to calm him, but he took a few steps back again and glared at her.

"After this? I could never trust you," he snarled. She flinched as if she'd been struck. Shaking her head, Lainey only had one option left. Knowing exactly what would happen, she cried even harder as she called her mother. "Izvini mama," she whispered into the phone as her mother answered.

"Chto sluchilos', ditya moye?" her mother's voice was quiet and guarded, and Lainey wished to the gods above that they would make an exception for their daughter, but she knew better.

"Ya oblazhalsya, mama," she mumbled softly.

"Elaine Daphne Bolkav," her mother muttered under her breath.

"Prosti, mama. On khotel na mne zhenit'sya, mne prishlos'," Lainey cried, already knowing from the tone of her mother's voice that this was the end.

"Ob etom pozabotyatsya. Do svidaniya, ditya," the disdain in her voice made Lainey shudder, and the finality of it made her cry harder.

"Do svidaniya, mama," she whispered as she ended the call. Elaine was on her own now.

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Elaine sighed as she pulled into the parking lot of the bar she'd found. This was probably far enough away from her last home. She'd been driving north for almost twenty hours straight, and it was well dark by now. Lainey had entered Everett, Washington, and decided that this would be an okay place for now. Having left San Diego somewhere between one and two in the morning, it was nearing ten o'clock at night now. With a sigh, the young woman parked her truck and headed into the bar.

The bar was crowded, but not overly so. She assumed it had been absolutely packed a few hours previous, but now it was beginning to dwindle. At the bar was a young woman with platinum blonde hair and dark eyeshadow. Quite attractive, in Lainey's opinion, but she shook the thought from her head. This was only a stop on the way to somewhere far away. She would stay a little while and then move on.

Taking a seat at the bar, she threw a smile in the bartender's direction. She knew she probably looked horrible, eyes red and dry, cheeks flushed from crying all night as she'd driven. There hadn't been tears in hours, but her face would still show the evidence of them she knew. When she got the bartender's attention, she smiled again. "Could I get an Amaretto Sour?"

"Come on, lighten up. At least we found each other, right? Imagine if we had lived our whole lives without even knowing we were living side by side the whole time!" The pale cream she-wolf laughed as she shoved the black she-wolf in the shoulder. The black wolf let herself smile just a bit as she watched her sister trot across the path and back happily. After almost a year, the two had become quite close, Raz taking on the typical overprotective big sister persona. There were only four wolves Raziel deeply cared for, all of which she held closely, never letting one out of her sight for too long. Lu, Quinn, Atlas, and now Hannah. Of course she had collected herself a few friends and trusted comrades, but only those four truly held her heart. And as she watched her sister, they wandered through the trees, for once gliding soundlessly through the edges of Pangaea, taking in what little living flora they could. The fires had burned endlessly, and only bits of life remained. "Come on sis, let's go for a run! Just for a while! We'll be back in time for your meeting with Akela, I promise!" The white fae grinned. Raziel couldn't help it, she returned the smile and gave in.

"Alright, alright. Let's go. But only for a bit. I do have responsibilities as Beta you know," the dark fae chuckled. Shaking her head, she took off through the trees and bushes, her body making no sound as she ran. She could hear her sister behind her, but knew neither one of their paws would leave a trail.

"Hey! No fair Raz!" Hannah laughed as she sped after her sister. Together they ran through the fading light that filtered through the leaves above them. They ran for what felt like only a moment, but by the look of the sun when they slowed their pace, it had been hours. The two wolves were nearing the edge of Salem once more. With the war raging, wolves had come together and split apart as others died and deserted. Raziel had found her sister and no one was going to stop her from spending time with her. Not in the hell that had swallowed them. So many had been lost to the war already- Niklaus' son Theron had died valiantly, having transferred an injury to himself that was too far along to heal. It had been several moons but the memory was fresh in her mind. Nik was her friend, and Theron had died saving Quinn. Quinn was quick, wily, and violent but there was nothing he could have done against four fine tuned assassins. The scarred wolf herself could still feel the pure terror that had ripped through her when she seen him go down in battle. She could easily call forth the eyes of her comrades in her memory. No such sound had ever slipped from The Executioner's muzzle.

And in the aftermath of battle, Quinn had laid in a pool of blood, his four attackers strewn across the meadow. Raz, Atlas, and Hannah had made sure of that. Niklaus had slaughtered as many attackers as he could, and Theron had taken as much of everyone's injuries as he could. Raziel had lain beside her son in pure agony, preparing for the worst. She could feel her mind slipping away from her as the madness threatened her sanity. The fae could still see the look in Theron's eyes as he stood there staring at his best friend's body. That was the first and only time she saw Theron's gaze harden to steel. And the scarred, battle worn she-wolf watched helplessly as the pup she'd watched grow up- the blooming flower in the land of thorns- gave his life for his best friend. She watched the look on Nik's face and knew that he would survive this loss much better than she could. Raziel could see the pain in his eyes, but it was accompanied by pride and love. As the bloodied gashes began to knit themselves closed and the broken bones beneath Quinn's pelt healed, the small battle party gathered around, witnessing the same gashes and broken bones make themselves known in the dark silver and white fur of their young healer. And as Quinn's breath steadied, Theron's stilled.

The black fae woke from her nightmare with a shiver, repressing the whine that almost escaped her muzzle. Finding herself in the darkness of night, side pressed up against more dark fur that made up her dear Atlas, she sighed softly. Her nightmares these days usually held her sister's death on repeat, but tonight, images of her beloved son bleeding out and barely breathing was what graced her addled mind. With a shudder and sigh, she tucked her nose into Atlas' fur and took a deep breath. The scent she had come to cherish filled her nose and her mind settled. Memories from the time of war graced everyone's minds she knew, but she feared that she would be the next to lose her sanity if she lost one more loved one. With thoughts of her son alive and well awaiting her return, she was able to return to sleep, this time dreamlessly.

"I see I'm not the only one,"Raz was pulled from thoughts of the night at Niklaus' voice. She'd honestly been on autopilot the past while, which she knew was a recipe for disaster, but she couldn't help it. She'd kept her ears and nose alert, but her mind had drifted into wartime. Her head snapped up in the brute's direction.

"Nik," she breathed, taking in his worn expression. "Just thinking," she told him, though she knew he saw right through her. He simply nodded, however, and fell in step beside her.

"He knew, you know. He knew I'd survive. And he knew you couldn't. I've always known why he did it. I know he saved two souls with his one. But it's still hard. And I know you understand. You understand and it's easy to talk with you about it. I know you keep expecting me to blame your son, but that wickedness left me long ago. All of us as a whole have changed. War has changed us. But perhaps not for the worse," Raziel was not surprised by her companion's words. They had spoken at length, many days and many nights. Nik had always held her respect, but over the years they'd become friends. To a stranger, he may have sounded cryptic, but to her ears, he spoke the truth and it comforted her.

They walked a while in silence, her eyes drifting to Atlas, who was a few paces ahead of them. Raziel could tell he was lost in thought, as she had been moments ago.

Then suddenly Jex had them all freezing in place, only to be attacked by…were those dinosaurs? Her hackles went up and her body tensed. Eyes scanned the creatures in the milliseconds they had before the attack. As the creatures attacked, Raziel leapt into the fray, fangs bared. They fought the raptors and held their own as best they could, until suddenly the reptilian creatures retreated to stand quietly. Raziel and Nik shared a glance and moved towards Ivy, the Atlantian princess. The she-wolf was soaking wet curiously, and Raz had not missed the spirals of water that had formed from seemingly thin air to aid the Princess in her fight. But now that everyone had stopped, the only proof was the fae's fur glistening with saltwater. The black scarred she-wolf found Atlas with her gaze, but didn't move toward him. Instead, she eyed the strange raptors cautiously.
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