Time for me to get serious. [SRP Profile]

[everbloom]

I have been writing for a small amount of time, on this particular site, and I was thinking it was time to get serious and create a SRP profile, and fill it with all my little quirks and interests.

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Gender: I am a woman in real life, and I enjoy only playing as a woman.

Age: For my characters I like to play 18-29, and for partners 20-40 is what I prefer.

Gay/Straight/Bi-sexual: Never tried any couplings other than straight, but I have enjoyed it thus far. I can't really see myself playing a good role in anything else.

Most preferred races to play: English, Russian, Japanese. These I have experience with, other races don't appeal to me as much, but my mind changes a lot.

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Here are a few girls I enjoy playing the most:

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Likes: Daddy-Dom minded characters, suspense, long (2-3 paragraph) posts, dark eyes, dark hair, taller characters, fantasy, Greek mythology, men, collar bone, tailor suits, spanking, hair pulling, teasing. I tend to enjoy playing very innocent/submissive characters with high moral standings and sense of justice. Typically a fighter on the inside, but soft and shy within. Darker themed role-plays are a special favorite of mine, the darker the better. Crime, yes, murder, even better, you name I will probably love it. I also love out of the box characters, people that cheat, lie, just makes the story and the feelings more juicy.

Availability: Almost everyday, I can guarantee a post a day if I like the role-play. Though I have been known to be able to role-plays for hours a day at times when I am not busy with college or working.

Dislikes: Bad spelling, horrible writing, uninteresting characters, cliché sayings, men over 40, short posts, Abbreviations while in character, randomly dropped role-plays. I don't quiet care for just sex scenes, I enjoy the story just as much as the sex, but without a story I lose intrest quickly.

A little side-note on my dislikes, I cannot stand writing or reading a post in other way than how novels are written.

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As an example:

Arabell's eyes widened with a rim of glassy tears. What he had said, it broke her heart. She could feel her heart turn to stone in her chest, and crack down the middle as a tear fell down her cheek. Even though she had seen all the signs, to hear it from her own lovers lips was unbearable. Thoughts of the two together hit her waves, the visual images tearing at her hold on the image she had created of him, and their relationship. He was supposed to love her as much as she did. In her mind she remebered a moment they had shared long ago. The hard grip holding her down, his teeth that kissed her gently, now bit at the other woman’s soft flesh in her mind. She tormented herself with the thoughts of what they might have done, how he might have done it. Did he whisper her name when he came like he did with her? Did the name Veronica sound sweeter than Arabell coming from him? So many things she loved about him, sickened her when she thought of the deed itself. Did he hold her hands captive above her head? Her head was swimming with images and the lies.

Daniel….

"Why?" she quivered softly, still clinging hope to a situation that could never have an happy outcome.

"Some things, you will never understand."

She searched her body for a place to put blame on herself, but for once, she couldn't find one. For once she couldn't blame a situation on herself, he had cheated on her and she was being forced to except it. There was nothing she could do.

Good.


Another example:

*tears* OMG how could you? *feels bad* I loved u tho!

BAD!

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Limits: Substance Bondage (Such as ropes, chains, hands are completely fine with me.), Collars, Toilet-play, Furries (What is up with this anyways?)

Genres I enjoy: Crime themed roleplays, Fantasy, Serial Murder cases, Paranormal, Abusive situations, Incest.

Another side note: With incest, I only do brother and sister couplings. So please do not ask for anything else if you are looking for an incest themed roleplay, please. I get "what about dad and daughter? Isn't it the same?" I suppose you can say so, but I have only ever enjoyed the thought of brother and sister.

I will post a writing sample soon.

 

[everbloom]

Here is my writing sample.

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Pulling her stringy curls of blonde hair back from her face with her nails, a small piece of cold snow hit her cheek. The warmth from her tan skin made it quickly melt, leaving a trail down her cheek. Using the back of her hand Tansy wiped it away from her skin. It was close to 10 o’clock when she was finally let out of work for the night from the diner. She didn’t bother changing out her blue chiffon uniform before she slid her crème colored pea-coat over her shoulders and she was out in the wind and cold. The tails of her coat fluttered at the side of her thighs with the current of the wind. It had just begun to snow that night, and it barely peppered the sidewalks with a white dust. The cold air outside bit at her cheeks, turning them a flushed color, as she walked towards her light blue Honda. Luckily her heater worked even though her AC had broken down in the previous summer.

Digging her hand in the side pocket of her coat, she laced her fingers in the loop of her keychain. A familiar shape of a butterfly pressed against the side of her palm as she pulled them out. They jingled as she opened the door and took the keys back out. Inside her car she rested her head against the head rest for a moment before starting her car. The headlights flashed on and she could see their mirror image on the cherry red bumper of a Mustang parked in front of her.

Her mind roamed as she watched the two shimmering spots, the burden of a twelve hour day finally resting on her mind. When the lights flashed back, it startled her. The car lurched forward, slamming against the back end of the Mustang with full force. Her hand crushed against the steering wheel and she whipped her heels back from the accelerator. Outside the frost she heard cursing and the sound of a slamming door.

Tansy cursed herself, a feeling of sadness and helplessness washed over her. Pressing her palm to her head she held her breath. Not long after she let it out did someone hit her window. It wasn’t an overly angry tap, but definitely a force of unhappiness in it. Tansy sucked in another breath, lowered her hand, and thought for a few split seconds of what she would say to whoever she rear ended. Maybe it was an old lady she had hit, she thought, that would be the hardest to deal with. Opening the door she stepped out, using her hand to shield the oncoming draft of snow and wind.

“Are you alright, Miss?” she was surprised to hear. She squinted to meet a pair of deep brown eyes that belonged to an older man. His expression was a bit upset, but he seemed to contain himself which only made her feel worse. If someone had done that to her she would the pissiest woman on earth.

“I don’t…” she mumbled.“I don’t know what happened.”

The man looked her up and down, eyeing her shoes skeptically. She looked down at them too, guessing what was probably running through his mind as the snow stuck to the straps.

“Do you have insurance?” The man asked curtly. Another thing she had forgotten to think about, now and before. He would for sure kill her now. She would end up on the news in her work uniform, no shoes, or head with her luck. His eyes narrowed on her face when she bit her lip.

He sighed. “You don’t. Is this even your car?”

“Yes!” she said “of course it is…I just..never got insurance.”

“What is your name?” he asked. “I want to see some ID.”

Turning back to her car the man grabbed her by her hips, pulling her roughly back. Tansy hit his chest roughly. This close she could smell cinnamon on his skin through his overcoat. He was at least a foot taller than her, making her lift her head to meet his gaze. The tips of her blonde hair scraped against the man’s arm and dangled just above her own hips. Looking down her eyes werevisible bright blue with speckles of brown near her iris. The snow tangled into her curls like powder.

"Hey!" she snapped. "Get your hands off of me!"

“What do you think you are doing?” his voice was dark as his eyes when he spoke. The tone made her simmer down visibly. Her shoulders relaxed in his hold, she hated being scolded.

Sheepishly she responded. “My purse, it…” she swallowed nervously. “It’s in my car.”

 

[Vail_Indigo]

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