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“If I die one day.. will you always remember me?” As she stared at the grave marker of someone's lost love, she wondered if the Demon Lord who had tolerated her choice to follow him, would remember her. He would live so long after her final breath and it was a tight thought in her heart that made her wonder.. could she stay with him forever? Her forever?.. and would he remember her for his?
While other Rules can be found in my blog which I hope you read before messaging me, here are a couple of the major regulations I have found I need to state over my vast years in the role playing community.
1.No Drama. I do role play characters in multiple, non-intersecting, story lines.
2.No Smut based play. Mature settings and Darker themes are perfectly fine so long as there is plot and story.
3.Paragraphs or Above. I certainly will.
4.I am not on all the time, patience is a must as I will have it with you.
5.Almost two decades experience, please at least have a few years but that doesn't mean I won't give it a chance.
6.Sometimes characters don't mix well or stories don't grab me. Please respect this.
I am a multi-paragraph to novella role player. Not against mature situations and darker themes as long as play is story based. I'm not entirely picky who I become friends with-- I love friends-- but I am picky who I role play with to a general extent so if I add your request it doesn't necessarily mean role play but to expand our community. For those who are weekend role players or have busy lives, don't worry-- I am/do too-- so I am a patient partner. Please see rules as they cover everything not here but do give you an idea what sort of role player I am. Not interested in any real relationships so let's keep everything like that in our story lines please. Do not 'Just Start'. I do prefer to at least hash a couple things out. But I am happy to comment or message back and forth In-Character without us starting play.
Often played with certain abilities in her adult form.
Discord Contact:BadWolfCrow #4385 Just let me know who you are!
> OTHER INFORMATION
Rin is played as both a child, and an adult version of herself.
Alternate Universes/Timelines Accepted?: Yes
Alternate Settings Accepted?: Possibly
Multi-Para and Novella story writer.
I am not new to the character or the story line.
I have over eighteen years of experience and put a good amount of effort into the characters and stories I play, so I would love to have partners who feel the same way.
Life is busy so I am not on all the time. Patience is preferred when it comes to someone wanting to play with me and the understanding that, unfortunately, real life does comes first.
While I will add almost anyone who wants to be friends, it does not mean we will mesh as story tellers together. Please respect this.
Where She Belongs
Was she the only one who could understand them.. in a way nearly no other human could? In a world where most were ravaged by demons and saw them as monsters of unspeakable means, she saw misunderstanding in most. When she would walk the paths of a forest the sprites and miniature devils would dance at her heels. When a demon lord looked her in the eye, she tilted her head and looked right back and greeted his snarl with a smile. While she wasn't a fighter, she could put up a fight. She was a survivor. She had been through terrible and unspeakable things. She had seen death and returned from it and had left her guarded and unsure.. but not about the demons creatures she felt at home around. But the very breed she came from. Mankind-- who brought destruction wherever they went and took what they wanted without a care for others. Were all demons good? Of course not.. but she found more sense in their actions then she did of her own kind and for that.. she would always, truly, be an outcast to them. Perhaps her soul could be a priestess one day. But certainly not as a defendant of the human world that discarded her. There were those who she had eventually let into her heart-- Demon slayer siblings, a lecherous monk, an old woman, a girl from another time.. these were humans who had proven to Rin that the human world was not always cold and callous. But it was never truly home. Not like the woods were. Or riding on the back of a two-headed Beast of Burden. Not like the starry nights by the river side or the empty human-free fields of fireflies and flowers. While it was proper for her to learn her place in the human world.. it was just never..home. Perhaps she had the spirit of the wild; and to the wild she could offer brightness, a kind heart, and a fierce strength to survive and stand for what she believed in. Even at the defense of these so-called beasts. Maybe that, was where her true power lay.
Hello I am Bai Qing. I am new to the verse but not to roleplay. Please bare with me as my profile and character are still in development. I do have a discord so feel to ask. Looking forward to becoming friends! ~Mainland Kitsune~
Yo! I'd love to write with you if you're down! Thanks for accepting my request. My Oc is meant to be my version of Koga and Ayame's son in the Yashahime arc. This is a quick copy/pasta to try and get things moving along.
As the sound of the wood splintering around the door became more persistent, his heartbeat stuttered in an effort to keep up with the fight or flight response pulsing through his veins. He hadn't felt anything in so long that his heart felt as if it were beating in his throat by the time the door was freed from it's own deformed prison. The voice was female and struck a nerve of familiarity, but it was easily squashed under the weight of his anxiety. He was so very nearly free, just a little more... a little more...
The girl crashed through and the sight that met him caused him to pause. His muscles were so tensed up they ached under the papery, malnourished skin, but unable to move. His intent to burst through the door was blocked by his exhausted mind's attempt to connect mysterious circumstances to the presence of his ghosts. Because, surely, the woman that stood before him now was a ghost. Wood splinters stabbed under his claws, the little stinging pains reminding him that he was still very much alive, awake, and not hallucinating her form as a new form of daily punishment.
Between them, small particles of dust danced in the beams of light, they moved as if trapped in time, a fickle wall between them as they remained still for what could have been a blink of an eye or eternity- he couldn't tell. It was only when she fell back that he moved. He pried his hands free of the wall behind him and lunged toward her with the intent to bodily pin her to the floor and demand she explain everything to him. He hadn't hunted in centuries, his muscles were more uncoordinated than he'd anticipated. His practiced movement on weakened muscles only caused him to all but stumble toward her. By the time his sharp knees crashed to the ground, she'd managed to orient herself and escape, firmly shutting the door between them once more. As his mind caught up with what had happened, the foreign noise of a huff of laughter escaped him.
His first chance at real food and escape, and he'd stumbled. Ridiculous!
With it, came the reality that despite the small resurgence in power, he was still weak in body. Emaciated and desperate, his pride had taken the largest hit in less than a second. A mixture of hysterics and anger boiled in his chest. He wanted to scream, to howl, but what would it do? She'd probably run off, never to return, so he would be the only one left to hear it and relive it over and over in his own thoughts.
The great Lord Sesshomaru, finally defeated by nomore than an average human woman.
The roaring in his ears was deafening as he pushed himself up from the broken wood flooring. He swayed on his feet as long fingers slowly gathered the remaining fabric of his robes, to straighten them once again. He stared out of the barred window, wondering if he'd be able to see her retreating form through the thick foliage, but was started to hear shuffling at the door once again.
He stared at the closed door, perplexed. What an idiot! He could have killed her, eaten her, did whatever he wanted to her and she was STILL at his damn door?! The situation was immediately familiar, though. He'd done this before. He'd been helpless, there'd been a girl, he'd lashed out, she was still there. It couldn't be a coincidence, could it? He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Her scent was in the air of the shrine, now. It, too, held the barest hint of familiarity and called to him. He shook his head, tangled strands of fine silver hair fell forward to curtain his face. 'Impossible,' he muttered. He was tempted to try opening the door himself, but the protective barrier still prickled against his skin. He reached a hand out toward it, but didn't make contact.
What if she was real?
It was a dangerous thought, really. She hadn't looked at him with any kind of recognition, but who would recognise him in THIS state, anyway? She'd looked upon him with nothing more than absolute fear and ran- but, he HAD made a rather pathetic attempt at attacking her. 'Who are you?' He finally managed to growl out. His voice was raspy with disuse, but still held that cold, royal firmness of tone. 'What is it you want?' He demanded.
HAHAHAHA! Heyyyy, Miss Rin! I promised flowers, right? So, I hope these are okay?
I couldn't resist adding you and giving them to you, aha! I'm a man of his word, after all. And I'd love to write with you, too, so this isn't for nothing, either! If you're ever willing just give me a shout out yo! and we can get this ball rollin'! /finger guns.