xydaef (xydaef) wrote in wanna_rp, @ 2009-03-31 14:14:00 |
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Years Experience: 7
Preferred platform(aim, email, etc): Aim for RP, and gmail, msn or yim for OOC
Writing style (novel, script, etc): Novel only
Post length: I post between 3 paragraphs to two pages. It depends on how much my partner gives me to work with, how into the character and RP I am, and whether or not I'm busy with other things. I would like my partners to match my post length. This means nothing less than 3 paragraphs.
Point of view: Third
Tense: Past
Strengths: Starting scenes, sex scenes, detail and description, character development, personality, names, ending scenes
Weaknesses: Not really a weakness, but I like my partner to participate in creating plot.
About Me
My name: Daijona
Contact information: Aim: Daijonamarikain, gmail: dark.allusion
Available times: Monday-thursday: Usually between 5 and 10pm. Sunday: 1pm-10pm. Friday: 5pm-whenever, and Saturday 1pm-whenever
Timezone/Location: Florida, EST
Position in bed: Usually Seme but will switch on occasion
My Style
Years Experience: 7
Preferred platform(aim, email, etc): Aim for RP, and gmail, msn or yim for OOC
Writing style (novel, script, etc): Novel only
Post length: I post between 3 paragraphs to two pages. It depends on how much my partner gives me to work with, how into the character and RP I am, and whether or not I'm busy with other things. I would like my partners to match my post length. This means nothing less than 3 paragraphs.
Point of view: Third
Tense: Past
Strengths: Starting scenes, sex scenes, detail and description, character development, personality, names, ending scenes
Weaknesses: Not really a weakness, but I like my partner to participate in creating plot.
Peeves
Grammar: As long as it's not horrible, commas every other word where they don't belong, and you know the difference between to, too, and two, there, their, and they're, I'll be alright. Otherwise, I'll let you know.
Spelling: Not terribly pick here, as long as I can understand the word. But, please use spell check before you post. Almost every document program has it now, and if you don't have it, download a free one that does, like Open Office.
Getting out of tense: Not terribly picky either, as long as it doesn't happen all the time. A slip up is understandable.
Thing you Hate in RP: Trying to pass off a 8,000 year old demon as not being 'under age', when he just “looks” 12. If he “just looks 12” then he IS 12 in my book, so don't try it. Can't stand characters who act/speak like their writers. This isn't cyber. One dimensional characters with no personality or drive annoy me. As do characters who look/act like some famous anime character. Cliché characters are irritating as well, especially the uke males who act like females, and who look like them until they take their clothes off and you realize they have no boobs, but have a penis.
Things you Love in RP: I LOVE 3D characters who are unique and real; whp have real life issues and who are not perfect. I love extremes, to an extent, and I absolutely adore contrast. A rich guy who could buy the Statue of Liberty he's so damn rich, is actually a hitman, or a drug addict when no one is looking. I love tormented characters, the kind who don't let you know they are in pain, but who you have to slowly find out about.--Besides those kinds of specifics, I love a writer who is talkative/sociable outside of the RP and who enjoys talking about the characters and the plot outside of RP, or while we are RPing.
Writing Sample
Not Me: Slowly he walked down the street, boots scraping against the grimy concrete, kicking up blood and sewage and a mixture of other less interesting subjects. Not wanting to linger here for too long; time was ticking away, taking bits and pieces of it with him, dulling the excitement and anticipation of his first job. Only moments before a smile was spread over his mouth, pink lips parted to reveal his casual and placid expression across pale skin as the sun sank over the broken horizon.
Buildings cast shadows over the empty streets as the heavens became a mottled collage of reds, oranges and yellows, pieces of black sky sticking out in awkward angles with fluffy gray clouds. Still the sight, the beauty of the sinking golden orb couldn't match that of the reflecting light somewhere along the horizon, or the crisp clean air, untouched by pollution and smoke. Taking a deep breath he pressed on to his destination, the building he sought out to gain a decent moments rest from his traveling.
The night was still murky and filled with evil lurking in the shadows of the human cities. From the dank, rancid slums, to the darkened alleyways, demon fed off the human populace. Moonlight remained high in the sky, overshadowing the man-made buildings. Bathing their glass visage with its ever present pale light of the devil. Sounds of people and horses echoed throughout the quiet streets, screams of murdered victims and drunken banter also lingered in the slums. Distinctive footsteps were heard echoing along a sidewalk, thudding in similar pace as a figure ordained approached a lone tavern building within the human town. Moderately lengthy ivory white hair overlapped the eccentric youth's face, covering his pale visage in wavy wisps, strands wavered in the light breezy wind that trailed down the street.
Mysteriously shrouded in concealed shadows of the sidewalk, the halfbreed's peculiar aura steered many of the locals away in gasping silences as he drew past, indigo light from the tall street lamps barely reflecting off his dark-clothed form walking past. Footsteps ended outside the front door of the structure. Warming lights made out rather unique the name of the place, just as the young male's head tilted up to catch sight of the distinctive sign, cerulean blue irises that emanated a certain abnormality within them, flickered briefly a glow of indigo before returning to their original pattern. Ever more the youth became within the vicinity of the building, the more vibrant flares started to occur from his body. It felt like a calling...or a reaction to a familiar presence inside the building.
The form of a young man with a pale shade of skin were revealed by the Tavern's lights from the outside darkness. Several strands were broken from his cold calculated eyes as they floated back again, mostly concealed from artificial light by his ivory veil. He couldn’t have been very old from his youthful looks. But stood around five-foot ten, his face shrouded by a black hood connected to the male's sleeveless jacket like leather shirt. Slowly he made a slow walk across the interior of the room, the tail of his long black trench coat trailing behind him as it flicked against the back of his legs. It'd been a long trek from the last human cultivated town he'd last past through along the road, and already he grew weary for something to sooth his parched throat, quickly shifting the hand into a single pocket of his baggy-fitting blue leather outfit, the other moved to grasp the metallic handle of the entrance, pushing it open.
Hinges creaked several movements as mud-slick calf-high black leather boots pressed off the wooden floorboards of the man-constructed building. Soft, creaking, light protests whined from the weight being adjusted accompanying the youth's footsteps. Shifting from the darkness of the outside and into the building being greeted with a silent stares of the tavern's occupants. Ornaments could instantly be seen by the male as he progressed further into the room. Lifeless 'Trophies' of some sort...along with an assortment of unique human tables dressed up to the bar. Deciding to take a look around for the time being, not having any patience for the mortals around the place. Slowly pacing to one of the vacated tables in the corner of the room, soles of worn boots tapping off the flooring of the establishment quietly before taking a seat silently in the midst sounds of heeled soles of his booted feet, idly resting back quietly exhaling a breath of cold air away from the active rowdy crowd picking back up once more..
A navy-blue gloved hand reached out and curled slightly on the slender side, digits around the very same bottle he was entranced by. Lifting it to pale colored lips, he drank in the liquid that occupied the bottle, taking a fairly long chug before he placed it back down to once again rest against the worn down pine bar, wiping his pale lips upon the back of a hand of the residue moisture. Leaning back slightly in his seat he closed his eyes once again, arms now outstretching in front of him for a moment, those same gloved fingers lacing together to in twine out of boredom.
As he straightened himself up, now working to stretch his slightly sore back, a fairly loud cracking could be heard, followed by a soft moan. "Damn that felt good.." He uttered quietly to himself before resuming his slightly slouched posture over the lone table. He leaned to one side a little bit and slipped a hand into the pocket of his pants. They were nearly the exact same color as his gloves, in fact his entire outfit was the same color of navy leather minus the darker tones here and there. His trousers were just a little baggy on him but not to much, and cut off just above the tops of his boots revealing some pale flesh in between the two. His boots were the only thing about his attire that wasn't navy but those jet black footwear, that laced up and ended about part way up his lower calf.
A lot of the times, with out meaning to, he would draw attention to himself simply because of the clothing he chose to wear, it being "different" than what most of the other people around town wore. But he like it, and that was all that mattered. He glanced down at his hand while he dug it around inside his pocket, frowning a bit searching for some loose change to rent a room for the night, at least, that was the plan before moving on.
[22:17] Daijona Mari Kain:(Me) The night had always held a certain charm for him—especially during this time of year when the night grew dark quick, and the sun glowed red like the end of a wick, sinking down and down into the earth until it went and plunged the world into dark. Of course, in the city it was never really dark, but he liked it all the same. Perhaps, he sometimes thought, that he liked the city all the more for it's ever present twinkling lights, the way the neon reflected off the large open windows, like glaring, evil eyes, and he'd stare right back at them, amused almost, as he walked down the streets.
Yes, he liked this time of the year; when the moon was bloated and full of life as it reached it's zenith in the sky, casting long, pale shadows like haunted wraiths at the mouth of every alley way, sinking into deeper shadows as one approached. The stars like little specters in themselves, eternally watchful to the deeds of mankind, and it's less human companions.
Tonight was especially wild and free. It held a zing to its air, promises tucked deep in it's navy cloak that were mysterious, maybe even dangerous, all the more alluring for their obscurity. He wanted to take their offers, all of them, and swallow them into his soul-- let the devil do his will-- and laugh in the face of the danger it would bring him; and laugh he did, quietly to himself, as he walked the dark and colorful streets toward one of the bars he frequently visited.
Qisthzvik had always had about him a certain air, and as he made his way down the streets, his presence was felt by all those around him. It was obvious that he wasn't human, though from far enough away he appeared it. His was a tall frame, broad shouldered, and strong, standing at 7'2”--his height alone demanded attention and respect. But it was his eyes that usually caught the most attention, and caused the most slinking, cold hearted feeling to pervade those who looked too long. A bright, yellow green, they seemed to glow faintly as they reflected the light, while his smiles were always sharp, full of glistening white teeth, all of them finely pointed. But his dark skin, tanned like the warmest tone of earth, and his shock of light, tea-green hair, done up in a multitude of braids—usually held up in a ponytail-- gave him such an exotic look; he was by no means unattractive, made it almost impossible for people to escape the charms of his trade. Or, for that matter, the charm of those dare devil eyes, and that challenging, dangerous smirk of his.
It was for this reason, and other, darker ones, that he earned the reputation which he did in this part of the city—and why his name was known throughout it in certain rings.
So it was no surprise that when he pushed open the door to the bar, his bar, known as 'The Salamander”, those who knew him-- a great many of it's occupants, stopped for a moment their activities, nodded his way, or stood for a moment to greet him. Qisthzvik in turn though, said nothing, and made his way leisurely to the bar to take a seat at the far end while he sipped a glass of whiskey prepared for him.
His features were faintly illuminated by the low, dark red lighting set in the ceiling of the bar, giving the illusion of warmth, of fire. He liked the illusion, and it always made him look so mysterious. A lone, solid figure sitting there, yet seeming so far away with his obvious non-humanity, his cool, confident air, and the faint, and quick smile that was a little dangerous, inviting, playful, sarcastic and mean all at once. The wild cut of his hair done up as it was casting crazy shadows around his face, accenting the sharp, strong jut of cheekbones and jaw, and the slightly full lips which softened it, and made him wild all at the same time. Poison. Pure, deadly, unpredictable.
The glow of his eyes traveled the large, open bar and all the occupants in it. In here, he could smell the alcohol, smoke, sweat, and cheap cleaning product. Under it was the smell of burning cherry wood, cheap perfume from some of the women who tended the customers. Here there was laughter, and angry shouting—as someone lost a bet--- and crying, softly, by the man who'd lost his wife because he drank too much, and decided to mourn it by feeding the deadly habit. Here was life and death, full circle. And he absolutely loved ever moment of it.
Of course, half of his good mood came from the prospect of a hunt. The hobby he'd chosen outside of his line of 'work', which helped take the edge off that savage need for destruction which so fueled the wild look that surrounded him. Tonight, the customer was supposed to meet him here, to pay him, and to give him the details.
He shifted, long claw like nails, clear as water, hinting with a faint green clicked against the glass of his whiskey while he licked once, then twice, at the silver piercing in the corner of his bottom lip.
It had been awhile since he'd gone on such a hunt. Humans were simple, easy things to kill. But demons were so much more fun..and while he often had run-ins with them, rarely ever did he have to kill them. Yes, tonight was shaping up rather well.
Fandoms
None/Original only
Original
Age: Mine tend to range between 25 and 40. The majority of these fall with their early to late 30's. Keeping in mind I have few human characters, these ages are applicable to them as ranges. I.E, a 400 year old elf may be equal to a human's 20 year old, or something like that.
Personality: Nearly all of my characters are independent. Meaning, they don't need someone to hang onto, or to take care of them. I say “nearly” because there are one or two exceptions—not due to their personality, but to some physical or mental ailment/need. All of my characters are individuals, they don't need others to be who they are—this goes for my few ukes as well. (Though I warn you, any one of m ukes could top quite a few 'semes' if it came down to who was actually more dominant, so keep that in mind for how dominant my semes are.) Almost all of mine are sadists and/or masochists. Quite a few of them are somewhat insane or otherwise mentally not-quite-right. Many of them are violent, and enjoy violence and acting agressively. However, many of them are subtle about it, until they are alone to play with their new 'partners.' Most of them are tough to please, because they have high expectations, and would need someone about as fucked up as they are to really like them.
Appearance: I love contrast, as I said before. Dark skin, light hair/eyes. Or a dark personality, to one that is more hopeful, or optimistic. I like the guys who look evil, but aren't, and vice versa. However, I don't indulge too much in the latter. I seem to have a love for longer haired men which I don't really think of consciously when my characters are created.. They just sort of happen like that. Although I do have quite a few who have shorter hair as well. Seeing as most of my character's aren't human, their appearances usually reflect their race/species in some way, even in their 'human' appearance, if they have one (such as lycans, or demons). Most of my characters are a bit taller than average, being non-human. A demon may stand 6'5”, or something like that. They may stand 7'2”. It just depends on what they are.
Social Class: I love differences in social class. The man who is dirt poor, but who earns a lot of respect through his actions, or through scare tactics. The poor rising to the rich, the rich falling to become poor. I think either extreme can be quite fun.
Character Types you Love: Strong, individual characters who are 3D, and have more than one side to them. I love a character who is flawed in some way. It doesn't have to be obvious, but it should be there—no one is perfect.
Character Types you Hate: “Perfect” characters. Often times, these characters are actually quite boring, one dimensional, cliché, and just unappealing. A 30 year old man acting like he's 12.
Kinks
Toys: Yes, and all kinds. Conventional and non. Anything you can think of, but I'll start a small list to give you an idea-from vanilla to hardcore—here we go: ticklers (feathers), role play costumes/gear, dildos/vibrators, butt plugs, gags, blindfolds, cuffs, paddles/whips, chains, cock rings, clamps. Non conventional: ice, fruit, tazers, knives, wire, wax, etc, etc. The list goes on.
Rimming?: Yes.
Oral: Yes
Anal: Of course
Multiple partners: Yes. May or ma not be non-con.
Mpreg: I'm fine with this.
Tentacles: Not fine with this.
Bestiality: No No no.
Role play(human animal, master slave, etc): Yes. Master/slave, Dom/Sub, human animal is fine as long as it's not some Brokeback Mountain shit. Anything else is probably fine, but you might want to run it by me if it's weird,. Weird is usually good, but not always.
Asphyxiation: Yes and to any extreme.
Blood play: Absolutely, yes. I love blood play, and if you skim past an of the other kinks, or the whole profile, you should READ THIS. :3. I love it. Blood play is usually a center piece in all of m role plays in some form or another. You will be hard pressed to get a character out of me that is not prone to splashing blood across the walls, or drinking it, or at least drawing it from the skin in some amount. Usually these types (the non-bloody ones) tend to be secondary characters who develop into primary characters as the plot goes on. On the other hand, they can be primary, but usually this doesn't happen on a first time RP experience. Moving-right-along... If you don't like blood play, I'd recommend you just stop reading now and find someone else, because I'm not for you. For those of you who ARE interested...--- My characters tend to be on the side of “more sadistic” and “more blood prone”. I have some who may simply slice you lightly with a knife a few times, and those who would rather shove their whole fist through someone's chest and feel said person's heart beat against their fingers. (For these scenarios, I'd suggest using a non-human :D) Anyway, ask me more if you still need more details via gmail.
Other: No scat/urine play at all. Don't try to convince me, I'll give you one of these: “D: Sicko.” And then block you. Not really, I won't block you. But I will ask you not to try to RP with me. Oh.. and absolutely NO SHOUTA PLEASE. Es, the caps were necessary. You wouldn't believe how many still pm me about shouta RP's when I clearly say No. So..No.
Other Stuff
Settings: I prefer fantasy of some sort, seeing as most of my characters are not human. Non-human is just so much more fun, and has so many less limitations. Modern-fantasy is fine with me, all the way up to high fantasy. Most of my characters work best in a modern-fantasy setting. But a good deal of them work just as well in high fantasy, and many of the modern-fantasy types are not too strict on where they have to be in regards to that.
Mood: I prefer the plot to be the main underlying focus of a RP. Meaning that it needs to have some direction. However, I don't like stiff RP's anymore than anyone else. I enjoy silly/funny moments between characters, a bit of angst and some drama. Wangst can also be alright as long as its not over the top or anything—usually I'm not particularly fond of this so..Only if it's with the right kind of character, etc.
Supernatural Creatures: Of course. XD Vampires, elves, incubus, demons, and angels. I do original species as well, and lesser known creatures too; things from Dopplegangars to Shades, for example.
Magic: Yes. Anyone can use it if that's the setting, or only a select few. Depends on the setting a bit for this one. However, all across the board, magic strength tends to vary from individual to individual, and in the case of wizards (where knowledge is literally power) the older you are, the more potent your spells. Could be the same with sorcerors (in touch with the land)..the older you are, the stronger your connection to nature or w/e.
Current Urges and Parting Words
Not really much else to say here. If you think we'll get along, then great! If not, I hope you find someone. Please drop me an email through gmail if you have any questions or would like to contact me. :3