I am female born; however I do play Both males and females. I am interested in long term if possible, para to novel length. I may have bad grammar, but I make up with it in storyline and detail. I have 30+ characters If you wish to check them out here is the link https://didakingston1.wixsite.com/twilight-characters. .
I do many styles of rp, post apocalyptic, fantasy, medieval, modern twist. I do several other as well. However I do not do simple life, slice of life. I get enough Life IN real life, I come here to get away from life Not rp it. I do I like there to be some Romance/Smut in the rp if possible. Heavy or light, just not strictly smut please. My Characters range from Humans, to werewolves, vampires, shapeshifters, hunters, angles demons, nekos and more.
Feel free to hit me up if you dont wanna rp here, ask for my discord, or shoot me yours in pm; thanks. BElow is one of my many characters
Name: Elsa Nightshade
Looks to be 26
Weight: 160 mostly muscle.
Race: Dragonic species https://ibb.co/9vHW980
Eye Color: Green
Hair color: Blue
Distinguishing Physical Characteristics: Has tattoo of birds across her left shoulder blade. Along with this she wears a seamless silver choker necklace. The necklace itself has a sapphire emerald in the center.
Right handed or Left: Right handed
Weapons: claws, teeth, powers.
Dragonic powers: She has the power of ice/frost, creating ice out of thing air this can take many shapes and forms. From spikes, to freezing mist, to fog, spear like misses. Among other things her ice powers are her favorite go to.
Skills: good at herbal medical, good at making traps and using them, being silent and sneaky.
What does Your characters name Mean: The name means ‘God is satisfaction’
Health: pretty healthy considering the circumstances
Traits: She is sneaky, she learned to be able to sneak around and observe people or things from afar. She learned to steal, rather well actually. Instead of getting into conflict with people, she would observe there weaknesses; and steal what she needs when she got the chance. She can be on the shyer side, and rather submissive to the right person. But can also be bullheaded at as well.
Humans seemed to enjoy hunting, they enjoyed the thrill of the hunt; the glory they got when hey took one of us down. I couldn’t blame them, after all they got glory, fame, and females flocked to them as far as the eye could see.
The war between dragons and humans raged on, battled won and lost on both sides.
Some dragons were lucky, some dragons died during these hunts some excepted; but a select few got captured and put to work. When a dragon is captured and put to work a few things happen. First they cage them, muzzle them; and chain them. Pit them against there greatest weakness for ice dragons it was heat, fire. I was placed in the hottest pit in the deepest dungeon they could find. My body and mind being drained, going for days without food and water; without a soul in sight even if it was the humans the captured me seeing someone was better then seeing no one. Evenly you break, your soul is torn and your spirit diminished. Evenly they get what they want, it took years to get me to this point. By the time it was done and over with the war had long been over, but there use for me was far from threw.
They had come up with a nifty little device, an item that it placed upon there desired host. This sears your body, your mind and soul to there desire there will, there wants and needs. Your at there beacon call. There choice of item for me was a silver choker collar with a sapphire gem in the center. They learned to harness my power, my strength, my skills to do there bidding to do there will. why put themselves in danger if they can send a dragon to do there dirty work.
Our minds would be linked, when they shouted there commands, but i refused; with each act of disobedience their restraints seared into my neck; the pain called to the raging dragon forth. So in turn they get what they wished anyways; i just get punished for disobeying there wish along the way. Along my travels i ended up getting a tattoo from a tribal warrior of birds flying across my shoulder blade. A freedom I’ve lost, a freedom i long and desire for again; but will never have. At least something can be free. Though my heart sores with birds, my body remains in the shackles that I’ve now grown so accustom to.