Simply call me "Hyeo," if you would be so kind.
I'm "21+", and would prefer to play with people in the same age range. Older is fine, lower (particularly below 18,) you need to have a great plot.
US Pacific Time Zone, but my sleeping habits are so bizarre that this shouldn't be a problem. Simply assume I'm always awake.
I post constantly and immediately when I get a response, so long as the prior post gives me a good amount to go off. I do have my "burnt out" spells like anyone else, however, but I will warn you when i feel these slumps coming on.
I'm an Advanced Literate roleplayer in respect to grammar, spelling, and punctuation, but I won't snap at you or look down on you for making mistakes.
I'm not a "giant wall of text" roleplayer. I usually do 4 to 5 bulky paragraphs in my introductory post, and this (understandably) whittles down as we progress.
I've been roleplaying for ten years now, and have no intentions of stopping any time soon.
I tend to research RPs only when its something I have no knowledge of, or will require specifics. If you'd like me to research, simply tell me so.
Genres...? Um... Any? Fantasy, modern, mystery, thriller, sci-fi, adventure, "slice-of-life," historical pieces... Any genre is great with the right plot!
Genres I don't enjoy... I'll just say that any genre can also be awful with the right plot.
I don't do "Fandoms." If you're a fan of a series, we can both us OC's in that series' world, but not cannon characters.
I RP through PMs
I play hetero sexual males. Period. Their personalities can vary to any degree imaginable, and I can play non-main characters as other genders or sexualities. I tend not to "double," but "Static/NPC/Insulary" characters are good.
Sample: (Not my best! I'm sorry...)
I'm "21+", and would prefer to play with people in the same age range. Older is fine, lower (particularly below 18,) you need to have a great plot.
US Pacific Time Zone, but my sleeping habits are so bizarre that this shouldn't be a problem. Simply assume I'm always awake.
I post constantly and immediately when I get a response, so long as the prior post gives me a good amount to go off. I do have my "burnt out" spells like anyone else, however, but I will warn you when i feel these slumps coming on.
I'm an Advanced Literate roleplayer in respect to grammar, spelling, and punctuation, but I won't snap at you or look down on you for making mistakes.
I'm not a "giant wall of text" roleplayer. I usually do 4 to 5 bulky paragraphs in my introductory post, and this (understandably) whittles down as we progress.
I've been roleplaying for ten years now, and have no intentions of stopping any time soon.
I tend to research RPs only when its something I have no knowledge of, or will require specifics. If you'd like me to research, simply tell me so.
Genres...? Um... Any? Fantasy, modern, mystery, thriller, sci-fi, adventure, "slice-of-life," historical pieces... Any genre is great with the right plot!
Genres I don't enjoy... I'll just say that any genre can also be awful with the right plot.
I don't do "Fandoms." If you're a fan of a series, we can both us OC's in that series' world, but not cannon characters.
I RP through PMs
I play hetero sexual males. Period. Their personalities can vary to any degree imaginable, and I can play non-main characters as other genders or sexualities. I tend not to "double," but "Static/NPC/Insulary" characters are good.
Sample: (Not my best! I'm sorry...)
Quote:
Cathal's boots sounded far more hollow than usual as he set them upon the lighter wood this foreign land built their docks from. He'd hardly left his small vessel and already he stood out- here, the men wore their hair cropped close, and their clothing was of simple design and drab colors- browns and greys seemed exceptionally popular. His home-spun indigo shirt, sheen catching in the sun from its fine material, marked his as a foreigner already, and his loose-fitting green leggings did him no better. The wind caught his hair as he strode toward the city, a single tightly-wound braid that reached down between his shoulder blades, a deep natural brown with the slightest copper shine in the sun. His eyes scanned the unknown behaviors and devices around him as his sharp features quizically contorted- Several of the oddities these people used as tools had never been witnessed by his twin emerald irises before. He noted that none of these men wore a blade at their hip as he did- though the blade he wore was shorter and had a slight curve compared to any these folks had ever born. A crowd slowly gathered around him as he touched down from the docks, enticed by the unknown nature of this strangely garbed man. He lifted his right palm, focusing slowly upon it. A tiny-but-dazzling fit of orange light played across it after a moment, and slowly shaped itself into a vague arrow leading to the center of town. Many of the crowd left then, murmuring what they would about 'another damned magician taking up space in our hard-working society,' though a few entertained adults and more than a few dazzled children remained. It was to the latter he turned, hunkering down into a squat to speak on their level. "Hello, child." His voice was civil, practiced honey to the ear but with the calm ease of one who knew they could work they way from danger. "Your shores here seem strange to me, and I fear I can't find my way. Might you direct me to your magic-using peoples? I do believe they can answer what I seek."
A short walk later, Cathal was convinced the child had taken him for a fool. He stood outside of a tavern upon their direction, the noises of which rang loudly into the street, even during the mid-day. He stepped inside, taking the first free seat and looking around. There did seem to be a few of the most minor practisioners of his art here- performing the most basic of tricks for coin, and not making much of a living doing it if his observations were correct. Before he realized it, a rather energetic serving woman was at his table, her boisterous voice cawing into his ear like a crow demanding scraps. "What c'n I get for ya, foreigner?" Cathal reeled about to face her, caught off his guard. "Well... Bread and soup I suppose. And a summer-wine, that would be pleasant. Strawberry, if you have any." When the woman didn't leave his table, he was certain he'd said something wrong, but all at once the fact that she was waiting for payment struck him. He reached into his doublet, extracting a single thumbnail-sized gold coin and placing it onto the table. "Will that cover it?" For the briefest of moments, the coin's true value played across her face, but practiced ways quickly blanked it out and she departed with a shrug. When she had left, he opened his palm to the sky again, causing the vague orange indicator to form once more and noting the direction it pointed.
His meal arrived shortly, and he proceeded straight into the soup- and found his face coiling in disgust. The tastes here clearly weren't one with his, or in a more likely case, this soup was terrible. He waved his hand over it, a faint blue dust-like glow falling from it into the bowl. He tried tasting it once again, the spell should have changed its taste to what he had in mind originally- and yet, it didn't. The awful taste had been lessened a bit, but not changed entirely as it should have. Perplexed, he stared into the bowl, searching for some hidden rune that would suggest his magic would be rejected, but he found no such thing. Mildly panicked, he turned his gaze to the candle at the end of his table. It was extinguished, as it should be in these daylight hours, but perfect for his needs. He focused on the wick, thinking again and again of igniting, letting his will and energies upon the spot-
But not a spark.. The candle remained inert. Cathal rose from his chair and quickly set about the tavern, searching the walls and floor like a madman, convinced that this building must have some sort of warding that was blocking his talents.
A short walk later, Cathal was convinced the child had taken him for a fool. He stood outside of a tavern upon their direction, the noises of which rang loudly into the street, even during the mid-day. He stepped inside, taking the first free seat and looking around. There did seem to be a few of the most minor practisioners of his art here- performing the most basic of tricks for coin, and not making much of a living doing it if his observations were correct. Before he realized it, a rather energetic serving woman was at his table, her boisterous voice cawing into his ear like a crow demanding scraps. "What c'n I get for ya, foreigner?" Cathal reeled about to face her, caught off his guard. "Well... Bread and soup I suppose. And a summer-wine, that would be pleasant. Strawberry, if you have any." When the woman didn't leave his table, he was certain he'd said something wrong, but all at once the fact that she was waiting for payment struck him. He reached into his doublet, extracting a single thumbnail-sized gold coin and placing it onto the table. "Will that cover it?" For the briefest of moments, the coin's true value played across her face, but practiced ways quickly blanked it out and she departed with a shrug. When she had left, he opened his palm to the sky again, causing the vague orange indicator to form once more and noting the direction it pointed.
His meal arrived shortly, and he proceeded straight into the soup- and found his face coiling in disgust. The tastes here clearly weren't one with his, or in a more likely case, this soup was terrible. He waved his hand over it, a faint blue dust-like glow falling from it into the bowl. He tried tasting it once again, the spell should have changed its taste to what he had in mind originally- and yet, it didn't. The awful taste had been lessened a bit, but not changed entirely as it should have. Perplexed, he stared into the bowl, searching for some hidden rune that would suggest his magic would be rejected, but he found no such thing. Mildly panicked, he turned his gaze to the candle at the end of his table. It was extinguished, as it should be in these daylight hours, but perfect for his needs. He focused on the wick, thinking again and again of igniting, letting his will and energies upon the spot-
But not a spark.. The candle remained inert. Cathal rose from his chair and quickly set about the tavern, searching the walls and floor like a madman, convinced that this building must have some sort of warding that was blocking his talents.
I'm best at coming up with a plot once we've established a genre/setting.
Currently craved plots:
-Modern treasure hunters
-Nearly-modern militaristic drama
-Damn near any good "medieval" plot. I'm what people call a "Classic" nerd, D&D and the like, and a good sword-and-sorcery (or in my more often case, ancient guile and subterfuge) story always gets my mind going!
I do not decorate posts. You can if you enjoy it, but I find it unnecessary.
I don't do profiles either. I give in-depth descriptions and notes in my posts. If you NEED profiles, they can be arranged.
If you're interested, please send me a PM. No specific title necessary.
