Hello! I love to roleplay! But I like to simply plot out back stories, too. If you are interested in any of my characters, please let me know. I am reachable here via PMs, or on Discord: Melomar#7227
Currently, everyone is available for a variety of plots and/or RP: adventuring, friends, enemies, frienemies, etc. Flings are a-okay! So are life-mating! (In fact I have one or two of those in the works now! :3 )
Sex/Gender/Pronouns: Sexuality: Species: Name Meaning: - Head One: from Language "meaning" - Head Two: from Language "meaning" - Head Three: from Language "meaning"
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I'm Inspired to Write! Preference Order: Purple Trim Centaur, Pink Draft Centauress, Blue Draft Centauress Personality: Assuming this is the purple taur, he will be a fighter and carries himself with grace and and an almost careless confidence. He is not afraid of anything. He has never met the likes of a lion, however. He has not had reason to fear, yet! He can come off as an arrogant jerk but he has some strong weaknesses. Smol bunnies (big ones are for eating, right?), pretty taurs (I could see him pining over someone), the forest's wellbeing, and sunsets among them. History: He was raised by his parents, who taught him about the forest and of hunting. He became a fighter later on in his angry youth. He's still in that phase of his life, and has made great use of his hooves and his fists. He fights with a staff, which is usually strapped horizontally to the equine half of his body, if not using a bow (for hunting purposes).
Prompt: Time flies when you're having fun! The sun is beginning to set and you're starting to get hungry! Unfortunately, you've got to hurry and scare up some food and it's a race against the long shadows of dusk. What had happened that day that kept you so preoccupied you forgot to forage or hunt? Now that it is getting late, what do you plan to do about your rumbling stomach and what are the results? Is the centaur successful or will you only be dreaming of a good meal? Pining again. Where had the afternoon gone? Who was he thinking of? Well, who could say. He might never tell. He was just like that. Let them all think he did not care. He did not want them to know he was weak. Especially not That Person.
He already knew that he had low stores of food at home. He knew that he would need to go hunting soon to balance his mix of dried fruits, nuts, and vegetables back home in stores. Did he still have time? Deer could be found in the twilight hours. If he was careful and quiet, he might be up tonight preparing a big doe or buck for drying.
He grabbed a handful of mixed berries and nuts to keep his strength up, and went on the prowl. Almost silently, he walked like a deer, bobbing back and forth, freezing and listening. Eventually he became aware of something else out there. All at once he was surrounded by deer. Does and half-grown fawns, but no buck. He would probably be nearby keeping watch.
Reaching back with gentle slowness, he grabbed hold of his bow and an arrow. He looked for a doe that was alone. He readied the bow and aimed. The shock from the arrow's sudden departure left every deer frozen. Then all at once the victim fell, arrow through the heart, and every deer fled. He approached the crumpled body and whispered a solemn prayer, concluding: "Thank you for feeding this unworthy soul."
By the time the last rays of the sun had fled, he was done preparing her body, and slung her over his back. He was up to the task despite his slender form, but he moved in slow solemnity. As he entered the village he called home, the road was nearly empty. Those who shared it with him greeted him in passing. He nodded to each and responded in kind.
The night went well. By the end of it, he was setting up drying racks and marinating the meat he would eat fresh. But he could not eat it all. Perhaps he should share with Somebody Special, after all.
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Username: Melomar Pet Name: Wightrose Watercrisp Species: CC Feminine Or Masculine: Feminine Base: CC Palette: RP Response: (Warning: kidnapping story.)
Rose Watercrisp was born to a prominent merchant family seated in the town where she was from. It was for that reason that a group of ruffians had decided it would be fun and lucrative to drug and kidnap the attractive eldest daughter. Long story short, her family had complied with their whims and paid the ridiculous sum. But the kidnappers, realizing that she could identify each and every one of them, did not release Rose to her family like they had said they would.
Tied up and blindfolded in the back of a wagon, Rose listened as the argument broke out over what to do with the victim now that they had been paid.
"She could identify us easily. We should gouge out her eyes." But she had seen no faces, and her hearing, for some reason, distorted their voices. She did not have any clue where they had held her over the days of her imprisonment, nor where they were taking her now. Someone slapped her blindfolded face. She cried out in pain. She was confused, bleary from the drugs. How could she point them out? She could identify them, so she should be blinded? It made no sense
"She can tell them our names. We should tear out her tongue."
"No. This will be enough." Was this voice familiar? She could not be certain. Her hearing and other perceptions were slowly coming back.
She gasped. "You... promised, to let me go," Rose demanded, voice husky with the tang of doom. She was jostled around and removed from the wagon. Firm hands gripped her arms and other hands untied her. Knees knocked into her own legs. She already knew her clothing was torn. It felt flimsy next to the fetters they had chained her legs with, and were now removing.
"Oh, we'll let you go, but good luck finding your way home again." Her blindfold was removed. Wait. That face, that voice. She was sure he was her father's--
"What are--" She felt a heavy blow to the side of her head and she fell slowly to the ground. The familiar face distorted and faded away into darkness.
(Warning over. She was held, rather roughly, for ransom, then deposited in the Endless Plains to die.)
Days passed. The pain in her head and other bruising faded, though their color continued to linger. She knew where she was but she did not know how to get home. She was a pampered heir to her family's fortune, she did not know how to survive in the wilderness, let alone the Endless Plains, infamous for swallowing unwitting travelers wholly and forever. She wandered in her disbelief and dodged sand that would surely swallow her whole. She raged at her captives, knowing now who they were and impotent to bring them to justice. She prayed to the spirits to deliver her home before it was too late, but eventually trudged along in heavy despair, realizing that she would die soon after all. Without food and water, she was losing her strength and her mind began to wander into insanity; it would not be long now.
But Rose desperately wanted to live. One night she beheld something ridiculous. She could hear music. Smell carnival food and sweet, sweet water. She could hear voices raised in revelry. It was a festival, out here in the middle of the Endless Plains. As she approached the warm light and the brightly decorated tents, she looked back the way she had come. Surely, she had come from the Plains. But where were they now? Confused, she ran into someone and apologized. She fell to her knees, unable to move another step.
Taking in the disheveled sight of the young centaur girl with cracked lips and sunken cheeks, the kindly stranger disappeared inside the nearest tent and reappeared with a glass of cool water. Behind her were a male and a child who watched with curious worry. "Drink this, but sip it slowly. You are safe, here."
The child crept closer and crouched down beside her elder. She had never seen someone in such a sorry state. "I'm Veevee. What's your name?"
- - Attitude: A very compassionate person, she hurts when she sees others suffering. Despite her appearance, she is gentle and sweet. However, there is the warrior's side that manifests a grim focus to her deeds. Whenever she kills (in battle), she does so with mercy and respect.
- - Parents: --A pair of centaurs that thought she was cursed-- Adoptive parents that loved her for and in spite of her "gifts." - - Sister: Yasu (Cheri) - - Mate: Unlikely to lifemate (though we can plot it out) - - Children: --
- - Important People: - - - - - - Arhys: (dawns aura) war buddies, still friends - - - - - - Arrendis: (Artymus) met while they were on tour, before his accident. Friends? - - - - - - Dominika: (Artymus) smith, war buddies, still friends. - - - - - - Eilene: (Luna/Fea) baker, feeds Senka fairly regularly.
- - RPs: - - - - - New Town, with Inannath (spelldancer)
- - Blessings: Darkness ankle wings - - Curses: Stone None - - Blessed Magic: Senka Minor Power - Dark Heal She lays hands on wounded party and small wound, scratches, or other superficial wounds are healed. The act takes a certain amount of HP or life energy from Senka. With more practice larger wounds may be healed, taking a greater toll on (and time from) her life. She can heal herself this way, but it will always take more time from her life.
Sex/Gender/Pronouns: Male/Male/He Sexuality: Heterosexual Species: Cerberus Name Meanings: - Snowgloom: snow and purple shadows, like his fur. - Head One: Tyrian, after an ancient shade of purple - Head Two: Azur, after the color of the sky - Head Three: Dun, a grey-brown color
- - - Magic: Minor Power - Engaging Song When a song is sung and/or played by him with an instrument, the notes engage the body's senses into perceiving the subjects of the song. For example, the scent of flowers or the warmth of the sun. The song's limit is about 10feet in diameter. (later, limits will grow to how far his voice carries, and further)
- - Attitude: If the word "onion" appeared in the dictionary to describe one's personality, he would be pictured there. He really is hard to read and seems closed off at first but quickly reveals a more open person. Only those whom he trusts will know the deeper aspects of himself, though. One thing that never changes is his willingness to help others and make new friends.
- - Parents: Father Alphege (aal fee); mother Siofra (shee uh fruh) (deceased) - - Siblings: None - - Mate: Just try to nail him down. - - Children: None, yet
Sex/Gender/Pronouns: Male, Nonbinary, thay/them Sexuality: other cerbs? woof Species: Cerberus Name Meaning: - Head One: from Language "meaning" - Head Two: from Language "meaning" - Head Three: from Language "meaning"
Name meaning: - Adina: Hebrew "delicate," and this name belonged to a soldier in the Old Testament (BehindtheName) - Aizere: Kazakh "golden moon" (BehindtheName)
- - Attitude: She has had a hard life, and as a result, her eyes have a certain cast that is recognized by others who have been through a lot. But she is the picture of grace, from her bearing and movements, to her politeness, to her beautiful, resonating, singing voice.
- - Attitude: He's a silly, nerdy guy who loves socializing when he isn't studying (expect not to see him very often). He's also never had any trauma or scary things to face, so expect him to fall apart at first, if any of that should happen. Who knows, though, he might turn out to be a hero.
- - Parents: A trio (polygroup) of scientists who raised him to be himself. Blep! - - Siblings: Several older and younger, all of whom became scientists (to be themselves, yes!) - - Mate: - - - Aurantium (Artymus)(agreemt), starts out as a fling but becomes something more! - - Children:
- - Parents: Jamyang x unknown. They are close, like old friends but family too.. - - Siblings: None - - Mate: - - - Estihaizea (Jackariah Beckett)(agreemt), A fling with a budding friendship! - - Children:
- - Attitude: She is always friendly, and talkative with a little alcohol in her. Though she tends to be blunt, she tries to hold the salt and vinegar in mixed company. She does not mean to judge, just point out the facts as she sees them. She thinks she's being helpful, and if called out on it, she will back off. Seeing the error of her ways, she is not above apologizing in public. She is an adventurer at heart and will go off on her own (or with a team) and do all kinds of quests.
- - Parents: - - Siblings: One of two sisters close in age; the eldest - - Mate: - - Children:
