Keylyn May
Simply Invisible
Hello! I'm Keylyn May, but just Keylyn is fine~
I am wanting to get back into some writing and thought I'd give this another try
- 24
- located within the EST time zone
- been roleplaying since 2013
- uses she/her pronouns
- friendly and trying to be more active
- detail lover
- 3+ paragraphs per character I write (also weighs on the quality offered)
- full-time teacher (shocked?)
- full-time Masters program attendee
- full-time mother to a beautiful corgi pup
- normally play female characters; can do male side characters (I can give males a try, though I may be rusty...)
Really, what I look for in a partner is very simple:
1) Understand that while I love to write, I have a pup at home, student homework, test, and papers to grade, and my own homework, tests, and papers to complete. I will always reply at least 3 times a week when able, but I have a lot to balance at the moment. Afford me the luxuries of patience and flexibility, and the same will be afforded to you. A simple trade.
2) While my response lengths are determined by energy that day, they are more heavily weighted by the quality that is given in return. A good, thought-through, original post is so much easier to respond to than a simple, short, dry paragraph or two written in haste. Another simple trade: quality for quality.
3) Be honest. If you lose interest in what we are developing, just tell me. Shoot me a quick message and let me know that you're done. While I hope this doesn't happen, I do understand and hate being ghosted. Or, if life gets too busy (as it often does nowadays), again just let me know. I am extremely laid back when it comes to replies if I know that things are busy for you.
4) Feel free to get creative with me around! Creativity from both parts keeps a roleplay alive and interesting. Throw in your own ideas or curves in the storylines and let's see where they take us.
1 x 1
>> Pirate Captian/Crewmate X Nobility
>> Witch X Royalty
>> Royalty X Servant
>> Theif X Knight
>> Shapeshifter X Hunter
>> Experiment X Normal Human
>> Werewolf X Normal Human
>> Seasoned Apocalypse Survivor x Clueless Apocalypse Survivor
>> Popular X Outcast
>> Good Girl X Bad Boy
>> Warrior Cats
Groups
>> Apocalypse
>> Werewolves
>> Warrior Cats
>> Supernatural
>> High school
These are written in the viewpoints of who my characters would be for the introduction. I do not always right in this POV, but can if it's preferred for the roleplay.
I have learned to stop making plans in this life. In a single moment, you can have an entire plan laid out and know exactly what you want. You can have your life connected piece by piece and feel confident in what you'll be doing. Then a wrench gets thrown into said plan, and everything falls apart.
I have lived this experience. I was just about to graduate high school, was in love, and thought that I would be spending the rest of my life with a boy who had promised himself to me. It was like a movie. We had everything ahead of us. We made big plans to go to college together, buy a house and start our careers as soon as possible. Everything was going just as we had planned. Then, one day it all changed. One day, the boy I had fallen for, had planned my entire existence around, showed up at my door dressed in a military uniform. He was leaving in 2 weeks. Nothing I said that day would change his mind. Nothing I yelled at him in the coming nights changed it either. In one instant, every plan vanished when he took those first steps to leave me behind.
We tried to keep in touch, but one day the letters quit coming in. It has been 5 years since I last saw that boy. I imagine he is a man now, but I wouldn't have the slightest clue. As it stands, I have the letter to hold to when I wish to imagine him. However, I do have one other, precious thing from him: Her hair matches that of her father's, and her eyes match mine. Her skin is flawless and her cheeks are rosy, yet she is small for her size. She is sweet and innocent, creative and energetic. She has a wild imagination and is precious in every way. And yet, her father has no idea that she exists. He had no idea that I was pregnant.
Making plans in this life is useless...I wonder how it is that Fate chooses Her participants in her games. How is it that She goes about deciding which life is open to experimentation and which ones should be left in peace and solidarity? Or perhaps it isn't Fate but a single being? Or perhaps there are many beings at work and play with the small matters that involve our lives? And yet, whatever the power at play, I find my answer towards it all that same: I hate being a pawn in any worthless games. Take my own life as an example:
I was born to a young, poor pair of individuals who remained peasants in our village despite working their absolute hardest. My mother and father both worked: my mother as a seamstress and my father was a carpenter. I can remember countless days that I watched them work from sun up until sundown in order to provide for our small family. Yet, despite their best efforts, nothing seemed to work out fairly. My parents had a young boy soon after me, but due to the lack of resources that we had, he was born tiny and frail. Unable to provide enough for us all, my baby brother died just a year into his young life. Soon after, my mother died of an illness due to the fact that we did not have enough money to help her. Years later, my father was wrongly accused by a nobleman he found work for and was hung like a common criminal, leaving me alone in this cruel world.
Who was it that decided my life should go this way? Why? What did I do to deserve this hand that has been dealt me? And why must I be thrown to the wolves of this rising kingdom because of the family I was born to? I say these things not to get pity, but so that those who meet me will understand that I refuse to roll over and give in. No, I have made a name for myself. Granted, it is not a very good name, but it is a name nonetheless. Men do not dare to test me and most guards will turn a blind eye to what goes on with me. While my work is hardly fit for most women, and seen as witchcraft by others, my virtue is in tack and I have earned enough to live in simple comfort. Besides, without me, most of the men around wouldn't know what to do with themselves.
So let Fate attempt her games, but I will not give in. I will not be a pawn to be moved about as someone wishes.Why is it that so many people put so much weight upon a name or bloodline? Ever since I was a young girl, I was told that my bloodline was important. From the age of five, my mother began to instruct me on cooking, cleaning, and acting like the proper lady. I was raised knowing that one day, it was my "responsibility" to marry at or above my station. By the time I turned 14, my father was already looking at and arranging suitors. My mother was very particular about my suitors' status and my father followed her every command. I never had a say.
My younger brother was the only one with a say in his life. My brother, five years my younger, was the living pride of my father. He could do no wrong and had every choice available to him. My mother would hover over him as well, though it was different from me. While she hovered over me for my "womanly duty", she hovered over Samuel because of his poor, wavering health. My brother was always a frail boy.
Yet, despite the path my parents were destined to layout for me, everything changed in a single, horrific night. I am not sure what all happened or why. All I know is that my mother was shaking me awake, yelling at me to get my brother and flee. The darkness of the night was illuminated by the dancing orange of multiple fires and screams were ringing through the air. I scrambled to find my brother as our front door flew open, men barging in without warning. I watched as my father suffered at their hands before I grabbed my brother and ran for all my life was worth. Fear gripped my every limb as I forced myself to run harder, practically dragging my brother behind me. Despite my best efforts, however, I hardly knew where to go or what to do. My training and upbringing didn't tell me what to do in this kind of situation. In a blink of an eye, Samuel and I had gotten separated in the chaos and I found myself captured by rough, strange men. My hands were bound and a strange sack was thrown over my head.
It felt like hours of enduring rough handling and bouncing along on the back of a horse, my screams having long made my throat raw and my voice hoarse. I gave up any struggle after I earned a swift strike to the side of my head, an ache still ringing in my skull. I could hear other girls' whimpers and soon heard the crashing of rough waters. Before this, I had never heard the ocean personally. Now I could feel sand beneath me and yet the sack still blocked my vision.
My name and bloodline could not save me from this nightmare.The rush, the thrill, the chase, the race.
It was all so exhilarating!
The wind rushing through my cloak, the feel of my pounding heart, the burn in my running legs. The yell of the angry guards, the sound of the hooves of charging horses, the knowledge that I have yet again proven my worth. I have learned to love these things, to treasure them as dearly as life itself. This is what keeps me alive. Yes, I am outlawed, and yes I must hide who I am wherever I go, but those who gaze upon me aren't living my life. They do not know the struggles I live through daily.
Running, stealing, hiding, fighting. These are the only things I have ever known. Even as a young girl, I was raised in the shadows and learned such a trade quickly. If it can be called a trade at all. My name is not known, at least not my real name. All that is known of me is my threat and my cloak. All that is known is that I am a woman who is successful in making fools of men. Guards now watch for me, awaiting my capture. I know, one day, my punishment will be death.
And so I run. I do what I must to survive and to keep the peace between my own blood. To fail to do so would be the end of me, one way or another. I have never known safety or that of riches. No, I have only known danger and shadows. This is all I know, and this is how it will be until I go to my grave.
All of these are just flying ideas I have had and jotted down. Hopefully, these give you an idea of some stories I'm interested in or my writing style. I am open to running with these plots if they interest you though!
Thanks for sticking it out to get here! I am open to roleplaying ideas I have posted here, as well as any storylines you may have. If you are interested in plotting with me, shoot me a message, and let's see what we can do! Also, if you read this whole thing, tell me your favorite animal in your message. I like to see who actually sticks around. And if you see that I am already involved in a similar idea with someone else, don't fret. Everyone tells a story differently so I have no problems with having the same storyline with multiple people. Then again, I also know that I will most likely not have too many repeats, but I just want to leave as much open to others as possible.
Hope to hear from you soon!
