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[Greenouille]

s e e k i n g

Hello. I'm Greeny, and I am seeking several things.

a. A partner to create a fantasy/medieval roleplay with. Lit to advanced lit.

b. A pre-existing fantasy/medieval group roleplay. Preferably I would like one that has only just recently started.

c. Steampunk roleplays. Groups only please. I would be willing to partner with someone to create one if need be.

Why me? Here are a few reasons.

+ I am capable of matching post length. I dislike posts that are less than two healthy paragraphs. Six would be my maximum as I am not writing a novel. :/
+ I am 18 and perfectly okay with excessive swearing, violence, morally ambiguous themes.
+ I strive to create original characters that are designed to be long-lasting, and I can fill almost any role given to me.
+ I play either gender, and though I am female, I do tend to use males more often.
+ I hope you don't mind pretty posts. I like to code.
+ I follow the Anti-Munch Project, if I am involved with an action rp.

More information about me, in case you wanted more.

+ My limits are excessive gore and excessive, detailed 'romance', if you catch my drift. Let's not talk intestines and sexual organs.
+ As previously mentioned, I play either gender. This also includes sexualities. I don't mind playing a gay man or a lesbian girl. If this statement bothers you, please click 'back'.
+ I'm not afraid to hold my tongue if something is bothering me in a thread. If you're being a power-playing d**k, I'll call you out. :/
+ I AM friendly. Really. x) I don't bite unless you are a jerk! I am in no way an 'elitist' I am simply tired of having to literally dig through Barton Town to find something interesting! >_< I know I am not alone.

Rule and guidelines.

+ If you want to be a partner, post here if you are interested, then send me a roleplay sample. I will post one down below.
+ If you want to invite me to an rp, I cannot guarantee I will join, but I will look. Post a link here.
+ Do not invite me to a roleplay that is something other than the genres I posted. Srsly. I am sick of vampires and werewolves. I am not an obsessed tween girl. :/

[Greenouille]

ooEos Veloren
oooooThat Eccentric Healer from Saur

I swallowed all your pain,
Couldn’t carry on much longer,
I let you run away from me,
But I still hope that you
Recognize my face through all this madness.



Life suicide machine - - I know everything’s got an ending
But what’s that mean for me?
I don’t wanna know anything about your life.
Well I guess that’s all a lie,
Cause I love to hear you peaceful
Though it tears me up inside...

[Greenouille]

ooEos Veloren
oooooThat Eccentric Healer from Saur

I always fall in love with an open door,
With a horizon on an endless sea
As I look around the ones who were
Standing right in front of me.

And then my mirror speaks with irreverence
Like a soldier I can't command
It sees a child in the body of a full-grown man

And he's a man who hides from all that binds
And a mess of fading lines...

And there's a tangled thread inside his head
With nothing on either end
There's nothing on either end

[Greenouille]

Freya of the Adruade
Where is the silence of the wood?
The sunlight on the leaf,
The cool, damp moss draped on the rock
In shadow’s deep relief.

If Guy were paying attention to his surroundings, he would notice that the overall feeling of the forest was…strangely hostile. Creatures large and small crooned, squawked or cried out in fear and anger. They were on high alert and they were not the only ones. The trees were even on edge, or more specifically, the Dryads.

Someone was watching the young human from the canopy. With each step the anxiousness of the being grew. Finally, when he was just close enough to the Tablet’s boundary, his presence could no longer be tolerated. From the canopies she dropped to the forest floor, roots shooting up from the ground to catch her. It was Freya, and she was looking rather feral. More than usual, really.

Mud slicked her face and arms, as well as a red sort of clay. Her hair, once neatly kept, was tangled up in several twigs and leaves, her trademark headdress cracked and ruined upon her head. Her clothing-if it could be called that-consisted of a large green loincloth and a sort of chest plate made out of bark. She stared at the cloaked figure with a solemn face despite her wild appearance. ”I am only warning you once, human. Leave these woods now, turn back and find another path.”

I cannot reach that silent place -
Where light and shadow play,
Beneath the sun flecked evergreens;
It’s all too far away.