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[ CONTEXT : The party stopped in Waterdeep on their way to the Ardeep Forest to stock up on supplies before continuing their search for the Aerwood Glade. Trinity was recognized by a Harper agent who had once worked with her mother, Buchra, a former Master Harper. The agent took Trinity to Buchra’s former lodging. Loa, Trinity, and Thallia decided to investigate the room to see if they could find any valuable gear, but instead uncovered a dark secret that led to Buchra coming out of retirement and ultimately led to her demise. A prequel to this piece. ]ㅤㅤㅤ Shafts of sunlight filter in through tall windows, with heavy curtains billowing gently in the breeze. The windows needed dusting, with motes of dust dancing lazily in the air, captured in the streams of light as they floated on invisible currents. Two figures entered through an aged door, its hinges protesting being opened after years untouched, the aged floorboards groaning beneath the weight of their footsteps — Loa's hurried and excited, Trinity's slow and uncertain.ㅤㅤㅤIn one corner of the room loomed a towering bookcase, its shelves packed with a collection of well-loved leather-bound tomes, their spines worn from consistent use. Against the opposite wall stood a sturdy oak desk, its surface cluttered with faded parchment. A jar of dried ink sat at the far edge, with an upright quill poised within, undisturbed still even years later. Along another wall stood a grand four-poster bed, draped in faded linens, their colors dulled by years of exposure to the elements. Loa gravitated towards a sizable wardrobe nestled against the westernmost wall, while Trinity remained in the room's center, her eyes captivated by the intricate embroidery of the threadbare rug beneath her boots.ㅤㅤㅤThe salty tang of the sea hung in the air, mingling with the faint whisper of brine carried on the breeze that tousled Trinity's cowl, teasing her hair. She tucks an errant curl back into place, and her attention briefly flickers to Loa, who is engrossed in searching through the wardrobe. Unearthing a trove of worldly trinkets and small treasures, the aasimar's turquoise gaze is bright with fascination as she pulls an old instrument from a hidden corner of the armoire. It bears a resemblance to a lute, with a long body and strings stretched taut across its frame, but there is something distinctly different about it, something that sets it apart.ㅤㅤㅤ"Trinity, come, you must see this," Loa beckons the other woman toward her with a quick nod of her head. She presents the unique instrument to Trinity as she approaches, giving its strings a tentative pluck. A warm note plays and the blonde wonders aloud, "I wonder what manner of imaginative luthier crafted such an oddly... shaped lute."ㅤㅤㅤBefore Trinity can voice her thoughts, a tiny figure flits into the room, hovering near her shoulder. "That's not a lute, dear," Thallia chimed in, her wings fluttering iridescently in the sunlight. "That is a kora. Commonly played by bards from the Vilhon Reach – a way ways from here."ㅤㅤㅤ"Oh," a small, surprised noise escapes the aasimar, who gives the kora a second look over. "Do you s'pose that means your mother may be Vilhonese, Trin?"ㅤㅤㅤ"A native of Turmish or Chondath, maybe," Trinity muses. The indifference in her tone suggests her thoughts were elsewhere as she had drifted from the small gathering of girls in favour of purusing the papers left behind on the desk. Her mother's desk. Late mother's desk.ㅤㅤㅤTrinity had never given much thought to her mother; the thought of her never stirred much emotion within her. She had grown accustomed to her absence, familiar with the void that maternal love should occupy; however, speaking of her in the past tense caused a pang, a fleeting stab of ache to her heart, leaving a tender hollow in its wake.ㅤㅤㅤIn another life, perhaps, she would have had the chance to know her — the Buchra beyond who chroniclers wrote of. To know her not as a figure of myth and legend, a conqueror of both land and sea, but as her mother, her flesh and blood. Not a single word had she shared with the woman, but Trinity mourned the loss of her. It was a loss not just of the woman her mother was, but of the future they could have shared together, had Draven not stolen it from her.ㅤㅤㅤHer fingers glided over the scratched surface of the abandoned desk, sifting through the scattered parchment left behind by Buchra, until they brushed against the rough texture of tanned hide beneath the pads of her gloved digits. Eyeing the journal, the warlock lifted it with care, sliding her hand beneath the cover and gently nudging it open. The yellowed pages carried the faint perfume of ink, and she absentmindedly thumbed their moth-eaten edges as she turned through entries scrawled in heavy-handed strokes.ㅤㅤㅤBuchra was no poet – her writing was absent of any embellishments or flowery prose – but she was thorough. Though Loa said something, her teasing voice became a static buzz in Trinity's ears as she was completely absorbed in her mother's world. She found herself swept up in tales of adventure and daring escapades, broken up by the occasional draft of a song or rushed sketch, poorly rendered with charcoal. As the remaining pages dwindled, Trinity's pace slowed, her gaze lingered on a particular passage containing the beginnings of a song. Incomplete, like many others in the book, yet she couldn't shake the feeling that this one was not meant to be left unfinished.ㅤㅤㅤ "Through tempests fierce and tranquil morn,in mirth and woe – my love for thou, my precious, shall everlast. . .Stride forth, dear one, with head held high,know in thy soul, I'm by thy side. . ." ㅤㅤㅤThe gentle caress of Loa's taloned thumb left a tingling sensation on Trinity's skin, drawing her out of her reverie. She's met with Loa's round eyes, her own gaze unfocused from tears she hadn't realized had fallen. Trinity pivots on her heel, her back now turned to the paladin and Loa casts Trinity an apologetic glance, taking several steps back, observing silently as the half-elf clenches the journal tightly.ㅤㅤㅤA soft sniffle escapes her, prompting Loa to gently inquire, "Are you alright?"ㅤㅤㅤCollecting herself, Trinity steadied her breath and blinked away any lingering moisture that gathered in her waterline, nodding curtly in response. Thallia and Loa exchange an uncertain glance, with the former offering a shrug while the latter's lips wilt into a frown. Trinity's tumult is forgotten with the turn of a page, dog-eared and left for later review. The next few entries unfold abruptly, with mentions of a man named 'Kiirion' littered throughout. Ample context clues provided Trinity clarity regarding Buchra's relationship to this Kiirion. Short descriptions evoke imagery of a dark-skinned man with pointed ears, chiseled cheeks, and a forked tongue. He is depicted as a liar, a serpent who cruelly tore her daughter away, pretending she would have a better life among the more civilised folk of Everska - the 'folk' being elves like himself. But he and Trinity never reached Everska. There was no sanctuary as promised, only the grim reality of a man who had dallied with forbidden magic — a practice his own kind had warned him against for years. A man who was acting on the whims of a lich, a man who traded their child for his own freedom; a betrayal that cut deeper than any blade. Sketches accompanied the terse entries, depicting a gemstone with dark, angry lines of ink carved through it, severing it into three distinct fragments. The earlier reference to a lich was no coincidence; this drawing is of Draven's phylactery.ㅤㅤㅤHer stomach plummets, twisting in knots, as she fights back the bile rising in her throat. Images of her hand stained crimson with the warmth of blood and the heady, metallic scent of it permeating the air thrust themselves to the forefront of Trinity's mind. Trembling arms encircled her waist, drawing her close in a feeble embrace. The insertion of her dagger into the woman's back was quick and merciful. A sputtering breath escaped her victim, her eyes fluttered shut, and her figure slackened against hers. In the haze of that moment, the inexplicable emptiness that filled Trinity as she cradled Buchra's lifeless form made no sense, as if she was trying to decode a cipher written in a foreign tongue. But now, with the cruel clarity of hindsight, the truth revealed itself – that embrace was the first and final time she held her mother close.  ㅤ

Who I oweHereHereHereWho Owes me:Alorah last April 22nd, 2024here here updated owes on April 24th, 2024

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Winter had come early that year.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Though the stone walls confining her offered no glimpse of the world outside, Trinity knew by the chill that surged through her like a shock that winter had arrived. The unforgiving cold seeped into the marrow of her aching bones, clawing at her bare skin with icy fingers.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Sleep provided no solace, for it was unnecessary. Reprieve arrived only when her injuries overwhelmed her, succumbing to unconsciousness induced by loss of blood. But even oblivion couldn't free her; as her body surrendered, he besieged her mind, conjuring illusions of indescribable agony with a pain so tangible that she could no longer discern between reality and fiction.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀She did not know how long the gaps were between her screaming and waking; between the cessation of pain and its resurgence. Days, months, years — they bled together, indistinguishable like the red of her blood from the red of her hair. Time lost its meaning within his lair, a fortress of perpetual torment. A stronghold that might well be fake; another trick of the mind, spun by his dark magic.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The searing pain in her back, the fiery welts left by the lash of a whip — were they even real? And what of the warm blood running down her limbs like crimson rivers, flowing from where the flesh of her wrists and ankles had been devoured by the iron cuffs? Has she gone mad, and is this torture just a manifestation of her fractured psyche?⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀A jerk of the shackles binding her. They jangle, but hold firm. Metal chafes against her raw skin, old wounds shrieking as they tear anew. Trinity inhales sharply through her teeth, swallowing her cry. Her eyes squeeze shut, then flutter open again. She turns over her bloody palms to gaze at them, flexing her fingers. Surprisingly, they still retain function even though her tactile sensations had dulled. Real.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Awake, are we, Gisella?” Dread coils in her stomach at that voice. Crooning and cold.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Trinity, my name is Trinity, she wants to correct him.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀She had forsaken every part of herself that his hands had ever touched, and now she had nothing left but her name. Trinity.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀He emerged with a swish of robes, flanked by two wights that shambled in after him, pulling two grand oak doors at the chamber's opposite end shut. The only exit was sealed.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Draven towered over most, his gaunt face wrinkled with age. A shock of gray streaked through his ebon-hued hair, his scraggly beard equally dark. He appeared human, with flesh, bone, and blood. Fake. A façade no easier on the eye than the skeletal lich Trinity was more acquainted with.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“You know,” he drawls, stepping toward her. Trinity instinctively recoils, but her restraints hinder her movement. “I wonder if you recall, Gisella—” The name grates on her ears. She hates it, but particularly loathes when it's spoken by him.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Trinity, Trinity is my name, she reasserts. A fierce fire blazes within her, its origins unclear; she ceased resisting him ages ago, perhaps years past. Yet, an unyielding flame persists deep within her, burning with the ferocity of the sun. It rages with such intensity that, were it not for the iron muzzle fastened to her jaw, she believes she could spew fire like a dragon, wild and untamed.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀With the swiftness of a viper, he strikes, seizing her throat with a bruising force. “That night, when everyone deserted you, abandoned you to the merciless waves,” he hisses, drawing near to her ear. “Who was it that came to your aid? I. It's by my grace alone that you stand here now, by my intervention that you were granted a second chance at life. Yet still, you dare defy me? To deride all that I have sacrificed so that you might thrive?”⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Trinity’s eyes narrowed into slits and though her tongue was forcibly held, her disdain is palpable, etched into the sharp lines of her face. With a short gesture, Draven beckons one of the wights to come forth, and the half-elf’s mechanical heart palpitates as she watches him retrieve a slim blade from the undead creature’s grasp. He maintains a firm hold on her face, eyes boring into her, alight with fury, “You forget your place.”⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀He grazes her temple with the flat side of the dagger. “You owe me everything, yet you repay my generosity with insolence,” his lips press into a hard line. “You have squandered my mercy for the last time. It’s time you learned the true cost of disobedience.”⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Lifting the dagger, the man angles it toward her eye, its metal glimmer catching the flickering firelight of a nearby brazier, reflected in the inky depths of her pupil. Just as the blade threatens to plunge into her socket, Trinity wrenches her head to the side at the last moment. The razor-sharp edge catches on the bridge of her nose, slicing a deep gash across her cheek as she twists out of his grasp, collapsing to the ground.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀That was the match that ignited his anger into an all-consuming inferno, her continued resistance stoking the flames of his wrath. Futilely, Trinity tries to break away, thrashing wildly against her restraints as Draven white-knuckles the dagger. With a guttural roar, he reaches out, grabbing Trinity by the hair and yanking her back with a savage force that sends shards of pain radiating through her skull.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Hold me in your tempest, Stormbringer. Trinity silently implores, her soul reaching out to Talos for deliverance, for liberation. She begs, begs and begs. But beyond the cold stone walls, the world lies tranquil, undisturbed. There is no tumultuous storm, no wailing wind to either exalt or condemn Draven’s savagery. Talos remains silent; he, like so many of his divine kin, remains indifferent to the plight of mortals, their pleas falling deaf on divine ears. In the face of such divine apathy, Trinity’s hope wanes. There are no gods here, only barren halls that reverberate with the hollow resonance of her screams.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Neither god nor mortal will come to her aid; if salvation is to be found, she must find it in herself. ㅤㅤㅤ

▏her moniker. ㅤㅤㅤSHE entered into this world nameless – for who would name a commodity bartered for peace between men? ‘Father’ had christened her under another name, and she was reborn. But that girl died too, when she was only twenty summers young; in the embrace of the unforgiving waters of the Sea of Swords, she breathed her last sigh, a memory swallowed by the depths of Umberlee’s wrath. It was not that girl who climbed her way up from the sea's depths, nor was it she who washed ashore, coughing and sputtering, lungs filled with brine. She did not look into the faces of her ‘brothers’ and saw the horror in their eyes – the disbelief, the fear, the realization that death had been denied its rightful claim. It wasn’t that girl who killed them, either. No, the hands that wrought such devastation belonged to another – the tempest incarnate; a creature who skirted the very edge of oblivion, born again amidst the carnage of her previous self’s kin.ㅤㅤㅤA collection of heads – lowered, with clasped hands touched to foreheads –raise in unison, turning to look upon her; the very woman who they cast away to the sea stood before them. Bare feet shamble over cobblestone as she crosses the distance of the sanctum to the altar. Thick silence hangs heavy in the stale air, broken only by the rhythmic echoes of her footsteps. Anxious glances dart among the clergymen, their murmurs of prayer fading into uneasy whispers. For this was not their sister, the docile acolyte they once knew. No, she is something else entirely – a being of unadulterated rage, with eyes ablaze with fervor, her body running on the fumes of a euphoric high, beset by the escape from death’s cold grip.ㅤㅤㅤBehind her, she leaves a trail of damp footprints as she ascends the steps heading up to the altar. Above her, the stony countenance chiseled in the likeness of Talos looms, a silent witness to the impending chaos she intended to carry out in His name. Differently colored eyes lower to the sacrificial dagger before her, caked in coagulated blood, her blood. The same blade used to carve wounds that still ache now she holds, white - knuckling the hilt, the metal cool against her skin.ㅤㅤㅤSwiftly pivoting on her heel, the half - elf approaches the priest leading the sermon. He cowers under her intense stare, taking two paces back as she advances two forward. The dagger, held aloft by trembling hands, rises with lethal intent. Her arm becomes a blur of motion as she brings the dagger down with a decisive strike, its blade catching the flickering candlelight, a silver streak promising death. It finds its mark in the back of the man who, in attempting to dodge the incoming strike, made the grave mistake of turning his back on her. Steel bites into the Storm Herald’s flesh, drawing forth a spray of crimson that stains his pristine robes, body crumpling to the floor with a guttural cry from deep in his soul.ㅤㅤㅤHis vision swims as he staggers away, reduced to crawling on hands and knees – like a wounded animal, making a futile bid at fleeing from the predator that shadows its every move. She saunters at his side, her gaze, as frigid as the ocean that threatened – and failed – to consume her, remaining fixated upon him. With a deft hand and determined stride, Trinity removes the blade embedded in his back, its edge slickened with his blood. A weak groan escapes the priest’s lips, parted in a supplication of mercy that goes unspoken, as his body slackens, his head hitting the stone floor unceremoniously as he succumbs to the pull of unconsciousness.ㅤㅤㅤTalassan clerics understand structure through acts of violence and fear, their hierarchy maintained through the ruthless assertion of power. In an instant, the balance of power can shift, and those once revered may find themselves cast down, their authority usurped by a new order more ruthless than its predecessor. Blade clutched at her hip, the woman lifts her chin, eyes sweeping across the silent throng of clergymen with a predatory gleam. A look that dared anyone to challenge her, and face the same fate as the one that lay dead at her feet; seeking not approval but defiance. How they react matters not, though. She acts as she has learned from them, unwilling to extend to them the courtesy they had so callously deprived her of. Her submission to their authority had not spared her from their cruelty, nor had her pleas for mercy ever fallen on anything but deaf ears. And so, she had decided : they are all marked for death this night.ㅤㅤㅤIt was a bloody baptism; the most macabre of metamorphoses. The serpent molts, shedding her scales; the ashes of her former self are scattered to the wind, and from the embers rises a new being. No holy waters sanctified her, no solemn rites marked her passage, but the storm itself bore witness to her transformation, the roar of its raucous applause thundering in her ears.ㅤㅤㅤAnd it was then, as the storm clouds parted, the heavens opened, and the space between the Prime Material and Outer Planes were bridged, that she – fresh from the womb of slaughter – looked into the singular eye of Talos, the Storm Lord. Within his divine gaze, she beheld the tempest’s fury, the thunder’s roar, and the lightning’s flash. It was as if Talos himself spoke to her in the language of the elements, and she was enlightened with the understanding of her new name – TRINITY – and the divine mandate thrust upon her. She was to be his judge, tasked with discerning truth amidst onslaught, to be the eye of the hurricane. His jury, weighing the deeds of those who defy her Lord’s creed and rendering verdicts with an unbiased heart, echoing the impartiality of wildfires that care not who they burn, of floods that sweep away both the rich and the poor, the good and the evil. His executioner, wielding His wrath as her righteous blade, delivering swift justice to the deserving.ㅤㅤㅤTrinity : the embodiment of Talos’ will, threefold. His most loyal servant, whom would do anything to satisify Him; for in Talos, she was convinced, lay her redemption.ㅤㅤㅤBut, bitterly, she recognises that, no matter how she tries to separate herself from him, she has become exactly what Draven wanted of her : a thing of wrath and malice – an agent of chaos, capable of killing without remorse. His influence runs deeper than any biological connection could ever hope to achieve; he may as well have sired her himself, for his mark upon her is indelible, a brand that will forever mar her soul and flesh; scars, painful and raw, that are both metaphorical and literal. For her body will forever remember his shape, and his teachings are deeply engraved in her brain. In an ironic sense, she owes to him credit for her reckoning; he crafted Trinity from his malevolence. Trinity is his masterpiece, his magum opus – his open love letter to the Storm Lord he praised so highly. 

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I am a Multi-shipper and this is a Multi-verse Account. EACH SHIP will exist in its OWN UNIVERSE. Shipping WILL NEVER be a priority. DO NOT like it? DON’T add me then.   USE common sense. If Wanda is not interested in your character, PLEASE DO NOT force her into anything you wouldn't force on yourself or anyone else for that matter.  Communication and Consent ARE A MUST.  Please DON’T ASSUME you know Wanda, unless we have had prior discussions.  Wanda IS SINGLE upon the start of all Roleplays.   My Muse is NOT GAY. WON'T BE changing this, accept it or move on.  Sexual Roleplays WILL NOT happen unless there is a backstory between the two characters, and it HAPPENS NATURALLY. I WILL NOT accept smut from anybody.  DOES NOT ship with Vision romantically. (Ask to ship).  IS NOT Billy and Tommy's mother. (Ask to do). 

My rules are simple and straight to the point. Now that you’ve read my guidelines, tell me who your favorite PIRATES character is.  This Account is STRICTLY a Elizabeth Swann page. DO NOT ASK me to roleplay as somebody else. I WILL NOT DO IT.    If you add me, YOU’RE ACKNOWLEDGING that you want to interact with me in some compacity. YOU ADD, YOU START. If I add you, expect me to contact you first.   Mutes and Number hoarders WILL BE REMOVED within one month of their friend request being accepted. If you are too busy to send a simple plot idea after sending me a friend request, then you are far too busy to write with me.     NO OOC DRAMA. I do not want it; I do not need it and I do not care for it. I am here to roleplay, make connections, make friends and just write. If you come to me about any unnecessary drama, you will be deleted and blocked.   Firstly, real life is real life, roleplay is roleplay. PLEASE DON'T mix the two.   Respect is EARNED, not given out freely. Disrespect me, I will disrespect you.  I WILL ONLY be writing with those who are at least 21 years of age. If I find out you are younger than 21, you will be removed.   Roleplaying is a HOBBY not a 24/7, 365-day (about 12 months) job. EASIEST WAY to get the boot is to attempt to make me feel bad when I haven’t gotten back to you in a timely manner.   WE ARE all from different Time-zones, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE respect your fellow writers’ writing schedule. For Time-zone purposes, I am on the West coast.  I am an adult with a full-time job, as well as a part-time volunteer job, which means replies WILL HAPPEN Tuesdays through Thursdays. If I have time, I may reply on Saturdays.    IC only please. OOC communications SHOULD BE limited to plot discussions and activity notices.   Busy, sick or whatever the case is, please leave word, NO ghosting me. Deletion is inevitable if you ghost me.  If your Greeting DOESN’T HAVE any suggestive ideas included in them, I will simply not respond to it. NO suggestive ideas, NO response.   Please keep in mind that I will NOT answer to "hi" or "hey" or "how r u" or even small talk one-liners. Please introduce yourself and we can get a storyline going.   Any Storylines not moving forward in a month (30 days) WILL BE DROPPED. Active roleplays ONLY.    Persons inactive longer than a month (30 days) WILL BE DROPPED. Active roleplays ONLY.    OPEN TO discussing ideas before writing, BUT FAVORS random starters.     Canon, AU and Crossover friendly WITHIN REASON.   99% Story and 1% Smut. My roleplays ARE PLOT-BASED, not porn-based.   Connections are EARNED, not given out freely.     I like people to write as LEGIBLE as they can, and we can go from there.    English is my primary language. IF English is not your first language, please let me know before roleplaying.   I AM mobile for replies, and I am on desktop for editing. If you see my 'online now' icon, it's probably lying to you because I keep the site pulled up on my phone during the week.   Messages are for roleplaying; Comments are for Intro’s.   I WILL ACCEPT 1-5 paragraphs to start our roleplay but nothing more than that.  I ONLY write 1-3 paragraphs maximum. PLEASE keep in mind that not every reply takes a novella response.   STOP INTIMIDATING potential writing partners with writing lengths they ARE NOT comfortable with.  I WILL say this once I DO NOT accept novella responses of any kind. Third person, past tense.     NO GOD-MODDING. My character is mine; yours is yours.    Photo comments are encouraged but not required, if you comment, PLEASE do so IC.   I AM NOT joining your RPG.   NOT a group forum friendly writer. I am mobile and cannot access it so while I understand it's how some write, unless you're willing to move to messages or comments then we won't have a storyline going.  USAGE of inappropriate gifs will get you deleted.   NO UNSOLICITED d*cks pics, thanks!    NO sexually abusive type of roleplays of any kind.    I am Discord friendly upon request, but I will LIKELY be inclined to add you on discord if we have already interacted in some compacity.    If you ADD me on Discord, please TELL ME who you are.  

My rules are simple and straight to the point. Now that you’ve read my guidelines, tell me who your favorite WWE character is.   This Account is STRICTLY a Rebecca Quin/Becky Lynch page. DO NOT ASK me to roleplay as somebody else. I WILL NOT DO IT.    If you add me, YOU’RE ACKNOWLEDGING that you want to interact with me in some compacity. YOU ADD, YOU START. If I add you, expect me to contact you first.   Mutes and Number hoarders WILL BE REMOVED within one month of their friend request being accepted. If you are too busy to send a simple plot idea after sending me a friend request, then you are far too busy to write with me.     NO OOC DRAMA. I do not want it; I do not need it and I do not care for it. I am here to roleplay, make connections, make friends and just write. If you come to me about any unnecessary drama, you will be deleted and blocked.   Firstly, real life is real life, roleplay is roleplay. PLEASE DON'T mix the two.   Respect is EARNED, not given out freely. Disrespect me, I will disrespect you.  I WILL ONLY be writing with those who are at least 21 years of age. If I find out you are younger than 21, you will be removed.   Roleplaying is a HOBBY not a 24/7, 365-day (about 12 months) job. EASIEST WAY to get the boot is to attempt to make me feel bad when I haven’t gotten back to you in a timely manner.   WE ARE all from different Time-zones, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE respect your fellow writers’ writing schedule. For Time-zone purposes, I am on the West coast.  I am an adult with a full-time job, as well as a part-time volunteer job, which means replies WILL HAPPEN Tuesdays through Thursdays. If I have time, I may reply on Saturdays.    IC only please. OOC communications SHOULD BE limited to plot discussions and activity notices.   Busy, sick or whatever the case is, please leave word, NO ghosting me. Deletion is inevitable if you ghost me.  If your Greeting DOESN’T HAVE any suggestive ideas included in them, I will simply not respond to it. NO suggestive ideas, NO response.   Please keep in mind that I will NOT answer to "hi" or "hey" or "how r u" or even small talk one-liners. Please introduce yourself and we can get a storyline going.   Any Storylines not moving forward in a month (30 days) WILL BE DROPPED. Active roleplays ONLY.    Persons inactive longer than a month (30 days) WILL BE DROPPED. Active roleplays ONLY.    OPEN TO discussing ideas before writing, BUT FAVORS random starters.     Canon, AU and Crossover friendly WITHIN REASON.   99% Story and 1% Smut. My roleplays ARE PLOT-BASED, not porn-based.   Connections are EARNED, not given out freely.     I like people to write as LEGIBLE as they can, and we can go from there.    English is my primary language. IF English is not your first language, please let me know before roleplaying.   I AM mobile for replies, and I am on desktop for editing. If you see my 'online now' icon, it's probably lying to you because I keep the site pulled up on my phone during the week.   Messages are for roleplaying; Comments are for Intro’s.   I WILL ACCEPT 1-5 paragraphs to start our roleplay but nothing more than that.  I ONLY write 1-3 paragraphs maximum. PLEASE keep in mind that not every reply takes a novella response.   STOP INTIMIDATING potential writing partners with writing lengths they ARE NOT comfortable with.  I WILL say this once I DO NOT accept novella responses of any kind. Third person, past tense.     NO GOD-MODDING. My character is mine; yours is yours.    Photo comments are encouraged but not required, if you comment, PLEASE do so IC.   I AM NOT joining your RPG.   NOT a group forum friendly writer. I am mobile and cannot access it so while I understand it's how some write, unless you're willing to move to messages or comments then we won't have a storyline going.  USAGE of inappropriate gifs will get you deleted.   NO UNSOLICITED d*cks pics, thanks!    NO sexually abusive type of roleplays of any kind.    I am Discord friendly upon request, but I will LIKELY be inclined to add you on discord if we have already interacted in some compacity.    If you ADD me on Discord, please TELL ME who you are.     

My rules are simple and straight to the point. Now that you’ve read my guidelines, tell me who your favorite MARVEL character is.    This Account is STRICTLY a Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch page. DO NOT ASK me to roleplay as somebody else. I WILL NOT DO IT.    If you add me, YOU’RE ACKNOWLEDGING that you want to interact with me in some compacity. YOU ADD, YOU START. If I add you, expect me to contact you first.   Mutes and Number hoarders WILL BE REMOVED within one month of their friend request being accepted. If you are too busy to send a simple plot idea after sending me a friend request, then you are far too busy to write with me.     NO OOC DRAMA. I do not want it; I do not need it and I do not care for it. I am here to roleplay, make connections, make friends and just write. If you come to me about any unnecessary drama, you will be deleted and blocked.   Firstly, real life is real life, roleplay is roleplay. PLEASE DON'T mix the two.   Respect is EARNED, not given out freely. Disrespect me, I will disrespect you.  I WILL ONLY be writing with those who are at least 21 years of age. If I find out you are younger than 21, you will be removed.   Roleplaying is a HOBBY not a 24/7, 365-day (about 12 months) job. EASIEST WAY to get the boot is to attempt to make me feel bad when I haven’t gotten back to you in a timely manner.   WE ARE all from different Time-zones, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE respect your fellow writers’ writing schedule. For Time-zone purposes, I am on the West coast.  I am an adult with a full-time job, as well as a part-time volunteer job, which means replies WILL HAPPEN Tuesdays through Thursdays. If I have time, I may reply on Saturdays.    IC only please. OOC communications SHOULD BE limited to plot discussions and activity notices.   Busy, sick or whatever the case is, please leave word, NO ghosting me. Deletion is inevitable if you ghost me.  If your Greeting DOESN’T HAVE any suggestive ideas included in them, I will simply not respond to it. NO suggestive ideas, NO response.   Please keep in mind that I will NOT answer to "hi" or "hey" or "how r u" or even small talk one-liners. Please introduce yourself and we can get a storyline going.   Any Storylines not moving forward in a month (30 days) WILL BE DROPPED. Active roleplays ONLY.    Persons inactive longer than a month (30 days) WILL BE DROPPED. Active roleplays ONLY.    OPEN TO discussing ideas before writing, BUT FAVORS random starters.     Canon, AU and Crossover friendly WITHIN REASON.   99% Story and 1% Smut. My roleplays ARE PLOT-BASED, not porn-based.   Connections are EARNED, not given out freely.     I like people to write as LEGIBLE as they can, and we can go from there.    English is my primary language. IF English is not your first language, please let me know before roleplaying.   I AM mobile for replies, and I am on desktop for editing. If you see my 'online now' icon, it's probably lying to you because I keep the site pulled up on my phone during the week.   Messages are for roleplaying; Comments are for Intro’s.   I WILL ACCEPT 1-5 paragraphs to start our roleplay but nothing more than that.  I ONLY write 1-3 paragraphs maximum. PLEASE keep in mind that not every reply takes a novella response.   STOP INTIMIDATING potential writing partners with writing lengths they ARE NOT comfortable with.  I WILL say this once I DO NOT accept novella responses of any kind. Third person, past tense.     NO GOD-MODDING. My character is mine; yours is yours.    Photo comments are encouraged but not required, if you comment, PLEASE do so IC.   I AM NOT joining your RPG.   NOT a group forum friendly writer. I am mobile and cannot access it so while I understand it's how some write, unless you're willing to move to messages or comments then we won't have a storyline going.  USAGE of inappropriate gifs will get you deleted.   NO UNSOLICITED d*cks pics, thanks!    NO sexually abusive type of roleplays of any kind.    I am Discord friendly upon request, but I will LIKELY be inclined to add you on discord if we have already interacted in some compacity.    If you ADD me on Discord, please TELL ME who you are.   

My rules are simple and straight to the point. Now that you’ve read my guidelines, tell me who your favorite MARVEL character is.    This Account is STRICTLY a Natalia Romanova/Black Widow page. DO NOT ASK me to roleplay as somebody else. I WILL NOT DO IT.    If you add me, YOU’RE ACKNOWLEDGING that you want to interact with me in some compacity. YOU ADD, YOU START. If I add you, expect me to contact you first.   Mutes and Number hoarders WILL BE REMOVED within one month of their friend request being accepted. If you are too busy to send a simple plot idea after sending me a friend request, then you are far too busy to write with me.     NO OOC DRAMA. I do not want it; I do not need it and I do not care for it. I am here to roleplay, make connections, make friends and just write. If you come to me about any unnecessary drama, you will be deleted and blocked.   Firstly, real life is real life, roleplay is roleplay. PLEASE DON'T mix the two.   Respect is EARNED, not given out freely. Disrespect me, I will disrespect you.  I WILL ONLY be writing with those who are at least 21 years of age. If I find out you are younger than 21, you will be removed.   Roleplaying is a HOBBY not a 24/7, 365-day (about 12 months) job. EASIEST WAY to get the boot is to attempt to make me feel bad when I haven’t gotten back to you in a timely manner.   WE ARE all from different Time-zones, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE respect your fellow writers’ writing schedule. For Time-zone purposes, I am on the West coast.  I am an adult with a full-time job, as well as a part-time volunteer job, which means replies WILL HAPPEN Tuesdays through Thursdays. If I have time, I may reply on Saturdays.    IC only please. OOC communications SHOULD BE limited to plot discussions and activity notices.   Busy, sick or whatever the case is, please leave word, NO ghosting me. Deletion is inevitable if you ghost me.  If your Greeting DOESN’T HAVE any suggestive ideas included in them, I will simply not respond to it. NO suggestive ideas, NO response.   Please keep in mind that I will NOT answer to "hi" or "hey" or "how r u" or even small talk one-liners. Please introduce yourself and we can get a storyline going.   Any Storylines not moving forward in a month (30 days) WILL BE DROPPED. Active roleplays ONLY.    Persons inactive longer than a month (30 days) WILL BE DROPPED. Active roleplays ONLY.    OPEN TO discussing ideas before writing, BUT FAVORS random starters.     Canon, AU and Crossover friendly WITHIN REASON.   99% Story and 1% Smut. My roleplays ARE PLOT-BASED, not porn-based.   Connections are EARNED, not given out freely.     I like people to write as LEGIBLE as they can, and we can go from there.    English is my primary language. IF English is not your first language, please let me know before roleplaying.   I AM mobile for replies, and I am on desktop for editing. If you see my 'online now' icon, it's probably lying to you because I keep the site pulled up on my phone during the week.   Messages are for roleplaying; Comments are for Intro’s.   I WILL ACCEPT 1-5 paragraphs to start our roleplay but nothing more than that.  I ONLY write 1-3 paragraphs maximum. PLEASE keep in mind that not every reply takes a novella response.   STOP INTIMIDATING potential writing partners with writing lengths they ARE NOT comfortable with.  I WILL say this once I DO NOT accept novella responses of any kind. Third person, past tense.     NO GOD-MODDING. My character is mine; yours is yours.    Photo comments are encouraged but not required, if you comment, PLEASE do so IC.   I AM NOT joining your RPG.   NOT a group forum friendly writer. I am mobile and cannot access it so while I understand it's how some write, unless you're willing to move to messages or comments then we won't have a storyline going.  USAGE of inappropriate gifs will get you deleted.   NO UNSOLICITED d*cks pics, thanks!    NO sexually abusive type of roleplays of any kind.    I am Discord friendly upon request, but I will LIKELY be inclined to add you on discord if we have already interacted in some compacity.    If you ADD me on Discord, please TELL ME who you are.