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[DeerPrince]

Welcome!

• About me ^-^
• What I'm looking for~
• Sample
• Plots
• Pairings

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  Hello and welcome to my humble search thread. I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday break so far!
  
  ↳ I'm DeerPrince, or if you'd like, you may call me Lulu.
  
  ↳ I am currently a high school senior juggling multiple AP courses, sports and music, so as you can imagine, I don't really have too much time to roleplay. However, I do try my best to respond once every week, and if I'm gone for longer, I will try and let you know before hand. Roleplaying is a big hobby of mine, and something I try my best to keep up with. After this winter, my schedule will clear up a bit because my sport's season ends ^-^. We do not speak of AP tests and finals... If you like frequent responses, this is your time to run far far away.
  
  ↳ I consider myself a semi to advance lit roleplayer with average responses ranging from 500 words to 1500, but I can and will go above that if I'm really feeling it.
  
  ↳ I am a very talkative human being, so having a nice conversation through PMs or Discord keep me motivated to respond ^-^ Don't let anyone know, but I tend to have a little hierarchy of responses. The better I know you, the more likely I respond.....
  
  ↳ I have no triggers! If you can find a trigger of mine, kudos to you c: However, if you have any, please let me know. For me personally, the darker the roleplay the better. I adore dark themes, angst, gore, and inner turmoil. I'm not one to shy away from sensitive topics, but if this is not your cup of tea, then we do not need to incorporate these themes in.
  
  ↳ As for face claims, I have no preference with either anime/art or real life.
  
  ↳ Genres I enjoy are historical, slice of life, post apocalyptic, and sometimes dystopian if we have a really good plot.
  
  ↳ I do not use canon characters and rarely do fandom roleplays unless we are borrowing the world and building our own plot and crap from there.
  
  ↳ I also only do mxf, so sorry ^^; I'm not really good with any other pairing.
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  ↳ I am only looking for a few partners, and so this thread is not first come first serve. The only thing I request from you is a sample, but I promise, I'm friendly and won't bite ^-^
  
  ↳ As a partner I expect that you are able to do your research before hand. I get little hiccups and such, but if we're doing something based on the Civil War era, using cellphones and refrigerators is not realistic. You don't need to pour hours on wikipedia, but just have a basic understanding.
  
  ↳ I do not care about your age. You can be 12 or 42 for all I care, but I just ask that you are mature and that you are able to handle heavy topics.
  
  ↳ Please follow all RPN rules c: I do not do any smut and would prefer to keep things on site.
  
  ↳ As you might have guessed, I am looking for roleplayers that are semi to advanced lit. This does not necessarily boil down to length of post, as I am a firm believer of quality over quantity, but more your grasp on the English language.
  
  ↳ Flexibility with gender roles is a big thing. I will not double just to appease your thirst to play a certain gender. I understand that we all have preferences, but please just be flexible. I'm not big on doubling main characters but can play NPCs.
  
  ↳ Be proactive! It's boring and sad to plan and plot a roleplay by yourself @_@ I want to hear your input, whether or not you're feeling the topic or not. Let me know! If it isn't tickling your pickle, then we can either ditch or move on!
  
  
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  Great wars had been fought by people who had believed. A people who would die and sacrifice everything if it meant salvaging a world where their children could grow up unharmed and blissful. A people who would rather stand in the face of adversity than one that would currently slink into the shadows of nihility. Crumble at the faintest kiss of calamity. What had it been like to live during a time when America was known as the slumbering giant? A country others feared for her massive reserves of power pertinent with a tireless and resolute people who would endeavor to do anything to preserve what they had established in their dreams. Preserve the sole cause their country was born from. An ideal that had been fought for, through each crevice of the soldier's grimace, preserved with each drip of sweat that traced its lonely descent down a track of grime. A cause that bled through the veins of countless soldiers and a country that stood without fear, parched earth drunk on the sanguine fluid of bright-eyed youth, intoxicated by the promises of glory, aspirations, and naivety.
  
  Where had such a country disintegrated to? What had happened in the course of a century? Crushing defeats by the one force they would never be able to overcome, nature. Children famished in the streets, parents no where to be seen, either starved to death themselves, or robbed. An amorphous scene of overpopulation. No where was the promise of streets paved in gold. It was in that fleeting moment of history that seemed to have been the final blow that had broken the donkey's back. A new government had swooped in, reigning in old reforms and policies, rewriting them, refacing the US, and the country had been reborn as if from the reincarnating flames of the Phoenix. Yet, it had been a web of a facade, designed as only a mirror of a tantalizingly sweet, beautiful spherical crimson apple. A red delicious apple bred specifically for a uniform shape most pleasing to the eye yet it was bred without any regards to taste. Beautifully perfect on the outside, yet the thick and bitter skin of the apple only opened as the prologue to a flat, equally disappointing sickly watery sweet flavor of hard flesh. That was what their society had become: Beautiful on paper, haphazard in practice.
  
  It had become a world that paralleled their old one. A world that knew no patience for those that were different, nor one that paused to mourn the death of another, only stopped to replace a death with an unsettling reincarnation. It was a world that knew no love or passion, as if it had been washed over by monochromatic hues of blacks and whites. Everything was pre-arranged, pre-written chapters and pre-determined sequences in a person’s life. Aurelia had read it in a book once, a quote scribbled in looping, smudged black ink, "the greatest poverty in life is to be unloved." Everything was just expected.
  
  Money could buy anything and everything: the biggest house, the best cars, and even lust, but never such a pure, untainted, genuine emotion. It filled a void inside each person that they weren't aware they had, like gentle rain water flooding into each crack of earth, the faint sweetness of each warm droplet lingering for a moment on the tongue, petrichor tickling their nostrils. When it dried, you became painfully aware of how beautiful a landscape had been without the rifts. How smooth it had been cloaked in a caress of water and how boisterous it was with new life springing forth. And how lost and alone you were again in the vast expanse of desolate desert. She could feel her father's face disappearing with each passing day; a man who had once meant the world to her, so easily erased with time, like the repeated winds billowing against the same rock, slowly sanding it into oblivion. An inanimate object known for its strength, worn weary by the sheer resilient effort of the buffeting winds.
  
  There was a rare beauty in the festival, a warm, almost incandescent light radiated from the strung fairy lights. It was a glow that inspired something warm and fuzzy within her being as if she had just been engulfed in the cordial arms of her late father. A small smile lit up her face as she watched Vince take a tentative wisp of sunset pink wool and pop the confection into his mouth, taking pleasure in his bewildered expression. It was a confiture that bordered on nauseatingly sweet. It melted against the warmth of her tongue, saturating her senses with a paradoxically rich but light flavor. It kept her mouth salivating for more, feeling the woolen treat melt against the heat of her fingertips, sticking together in a dark pink mesh, coating the inside of her mouth, her throat, her breath. "Do you like it?" The young woman grinned, cheeks as rosy as the candy clutched in her outstretched hands, offering the little white paper cone towards Vince, the roseate floof (when you can't think of a better word lol) sprouting forth like a tumultuous nest of matted hair, "it's pretty good, isn't it?" It held a decadent flavor that vanquished the usual bland pre-made food they were served.
  
  For a moment, one sat, the other stood in unwavering silence, barricaded between their own worlds. Lost in their own trains of thought, her question hanging in the air before them, as if suspended upon silken string. It had been a cromulent suggestion, thrown like petals into the wind, without much expectation for a return.
  
  Together, couples whirled across the checkered floor, soles striking against the wooden planes, almost in unison, a symphonic hum of footsteps against the floor, holding a metronomic beat against the fervent melody of strings and brass. For just a second, Aurelia was overwhelmed by a sonder awareness that everyone who stood there dancing held their own lives. Their own thoughts and emotions that ran just as strong as her own. Each man and woman clasped within their own worlds joined in a unison moment of togetherness. Strangers that shared a moment in history. Immortalized within her own memory, like a dead man.
  
  Startled from her reverie, her fingers slipped from their metal armrests, "you will?" The question rang with an awkward pitch, as if she had been expecting to simply be shot down. A tentative smile spread across her cheeks before she raised herself, using Vince's steady figure to pull herself from her wheelchair. Her illness dipped in periods of relapse and recovery, where her body did recover and her immune system stopped its attacks just enough for part of her bodily functions to recover before it refortified its attacks. Currently, the young woman was in the process of healing, her legs strong enough to carry her body and push herself off into a standing position. Each session before relapse was just enough to instill a foolish hope within the girl that things would get better.
  
  It took all of her concentration and focus to remain standing, swaying slightly, unused to bearing too much weight for extended periods of time. Gingerly, Aurelia wrapped her arms around his neck, muscles stiff, awkward and unsure of herself as she perched herself on his feet, letting his elusively graceful moments carry them forward like the wind. If this was his first time dancing, Lia couldn't tell based off of his movements and for a moment, they blended in with the rest of the couples in perfect harmony.
  
  This close to him, Aurelia could see his five o'clock shadow, each curl of an eyelash, flecks of iridescent blue against the azure toned canvas of his eyes. She could feel her heart hammering against her chest from sheer nerves. The young woman had never been this close to a man in her whole life, and not one dared to approach a cripple, or had the interest to do so. This close to him, she was strangely self conscious, cheeks flushed in the dim light, strands of golden hair escaping their bun, curling against her face, the nape of her neck from perspiration, all her energy converging upon remaining upright and not toppling over, muscles aching from the sheer will of effort. However, Aurelia could see the subtle shift in Vince's personality... The moment he had stuttered before hand, as if attempting to make up his mind, different from the calm, measured, and composed man she had first met, even if it was seemingly insignificant. It was as if the effervescent atmosphere of the fair had brought out a less secure, more vulnerable Vincent. A Vincent whose hands still hadn't been stained with carmine blood, and face still eager to explore the world and exact a change. This close to him, Aurelia could feel the warmth emanating from him, as if the fires he so industriously started still burned within him, the musty scent of gasoline and smoke veiled by a sweeter, sugary buffer of cotton candy and nature. For the moment spending a night with another woman's husband didn’t bother her. The previous incidents slipped her mind, the Captain's death, the blood on his hands, and their own differences. It didn't matter that he burned books, and that she was a bookkeeper.
  
  His jacket, the one that defined his identity, remained tied across his trim waist, shed like another mask of a bian lian. Just for the night, she was only a girl, and he was only a boy, their wheelchair and titles left behind.
  
  And the night was beautiful, the silvery moon rising winking sun disappearing past the horizon, his hands on her hips, hers around his neck, forgotten in a moment of time.
  
  "Where did you learn how to dance?" She murmured, cerulean orbs meeting his, head tilted upwards to accommodate their height difference. "You dance surprisingly well.." Aurelia beamed upwards at him, almost shyly.
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  As of right now, I only have plot ideas rather than full fledged things ^-^
  
  ↳ Kiss of Deception: A girl or princess is in hiding for some sort of reason, and begins working as a tavern maid. From there she meets a strange traveler that is set out to capture her for a different kingdom that her home is at war with. This kingdom is seen as a land of savages, and the girl is kidnapped. However, the longer she stays, the more she uncovers about this relatively unknown kingdom. I know this is super vague, but I promise we can flesh this out lmao.
  
  ↳ Conflicts of the Heart: YaraGF Edna I'm so sorry I'm a hoe and I cannot help it. Set in World War II, a German family takes in a Jewish family for hiding. The Jewish family has a daughter while the German family has a son around the same age. Each night, after dinner, the German boy delivers a book through the attic for the girl to read, and little by little the two begin talking more and more often, eventually falling in love. However, when the time comes, the boy must leave for conscription, and soon after the Jewish family is bested by neighbors. The boy and girl meet years later, however one has become a Nazi and the other a prisoner. This would be extremely sensitive and potentially very graphic (still within site rules).
  
  ↳ Wither: Set in a dystopian world where genetics are supposed to be perfect, the first generation lives happily to old age free of maladies, however their children are nothing more than ticking time bombs. The men die at the age of 25, and girls at the age of 20. In mass hysteria, children are married off young in the hopes of keeping the world populated while doctors and the first generation race to find a cure. This would be the story of arranged newly weds.
  
  ↳ Graceling: Not really sure about this one yet, but it would be based off of the book where two characters are Graced by specific abilities, but are alienated from society.
  
  ↳ Secret Garden: A girl is sent off to live with a distant Uncle whom she has only rarely met. All she knows is that his wife died recently. The home is lonely and the girl wanders off one night and discovers a secret garden, but she is found out by a servant. This would be a tale of a girl of high breeding falling in love with a servant, again this is the barebones of the plot.
  
  ↳ I adore anything with court intrigue and tension as well as Victorian era Europe. This plot section is a mess lmao, I'm so sorry.
  
  ↳ No more creative names oops: Either a nuclear war or disease wipes out most of humanity with only a few survivors to tough a cruel world. Two survivors somehow meet and are forced to try and trump their odds.
  
  ↳ Feel free to suggest any other plots you might have in mind ^^
  
  
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  ↳ Pairings coming soon~

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[Sugar Rush]

Lmao pick me!

 

[DeerPrince]

Lmao pick me!

Lmao no thanks XDDDDD

You still haven't responded to our roleplay yet you goof.

 

[Edna]

Hmm.

 

[DeerPrince]

Friendly bump! ^-^​

 

[madame moiselle]

Friendly bump! ^-^​

I'm very interested . I'd love to talk and brainstorm more on the first plot you have, and like you, I also enjoy history--especially when it centers around royal court and kingdoms such as the Tudors or the Romanovs. I would love to create a plot around these kinds of settings and eras with you!

As for literacy, I think I'm around the same level as you are---probably a bit less. If I'm really into it, I go all the way. I could do the PM or you could--which ever one you'd like if you're interested.

 

[ChibiMonkey]

Hiya~ I'd be interested in rping with you~ I know you said you prefer mxf, but as for the character do you rp male or female characters? Or either?

 

[DeerPrince]

Hiya~ I'd be interested in rping with you~ I know you said you prefer mxf, but as for the character do you rp male or female characters? Or either?

I'm able to play either gender ^-^

madame moiselle PM me with a sample please c:​

 

[madame moiselle]

Done

 

[ChibiMonkey]

I'm able to play either gender ^-^
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T^T sorry I'm an idiot and had't even noticed the other tabs regarding more information about gender flexibility and plots and such haha. I read through the rest now though, and of course am still very interested! I'll pm you so we can discuss more :3