defenderofberk
And... We're doomed. Fun times.
Hello and welcome to my thread! I hope you like it, and if you do or you have any questions, please feel free to message me.
A little about me:
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Interests:
(Please note that this list is not exclusive, so don't worry if nothing catches your eye as I'm always willing to hear other people's ideas.)
Small plot ideas:
Thanks for reading! =)[/div]
A little about me:
- I'm always willing to double and I'll often request it, especially if it's a fandom role play.
- I like to write in multi paragraph, semi lit. I'll generally expect my partners to try and match it, or at least give me something to work with. I love hearing about your characters thoughts and feelings, as then I can get to know them like my own!
- I can write as male and female, but not as non-binary or transgender.
- I'll usually ask for mxf or mxm and I'm willing to play both, as well as platonic. I might do fxf; you'll have to convince me though!
- Trigger wise I'm pretty lax, but I do have a few unusual ones. It shouldn't be an issue though, but you can ask me in pm if you're interested.
- Grammar wise I'm pretty lax too, I'd just like it to make sense! Text speak IC and numbers instead of letters does annoy me though, unless it's a large number.
Lileath stood in an immense walk in wardrobe, flicking through various outfits as she mused about what to wear. A delightfully fluffy towel was wrapped around her under the revealing silk robe she had donned once she had dried off from the shower, a light belt keeping it all together. Her feet gently padded on the polished wood floor as she moved from one section to another, dismissing the idea of wearing a dress and moving onto her suits. Tracing the fine fabric of her various blazers with her manicured fingers, she pursed her lips as she considered the different colours and styles. Choosing her signature black, she took out the matching trousers and white shirt, the outfit tailored not to swamp her natural curves.
Chucking the damp towel on top of the door that separated the wardrobe from the rest of her apartment, she got dressed into the comfortable outfit, smirking slightly as she looked at the full length wall mirror that stood opposite the entrance. Despite the sheer madness of her life she wasn’t covered in any scars unless one counted the dark mark on her left forearm, although it was now hidden by her outfit. She did not do so because she was ashamed of it however, as just like the other members of the inner circle she considered it an honour to be marked for greatness by their Dark Lord, but simply because it would’ve made the outfit look very peculiar to have her arms left bare.
Picking out a pair of pointed but plain black leather boots, the heel on them moderate but not obnoxious, she finally turned her attention to her still slightly damp hair. She had recently dyed it metallic white again and she twirled a loose strand of it while she considered how to style it this time. She liked having it braided, especially in combat, but that only really looked good with dresses and some wizard robes. She could have it up in a high ponytail she supposed, but she usually reserved that for when she was in her father’s presence due to him apparently liking it, although she found it rather irksome. By all accounts she was unlikely to see him tonight anyways as Bella had bragged about him inviting her to dinner, but she hadn’t bothered to confirm it. If her father wanted to speak to her she’d know about it, so there was little point in interrupting whatever he was doing. Deciding just to have it down, she used her wand to dry it and then applied product to ensure it remained glossy and in place. It covered her ears until only the very bottom could be seen, part of it coming down to frame her face but most of it cascading down her back. Checking herself over in the mirror, she put her wand back in her inner blazer pocket before picking out a gold watch, the only piece of jewelry on her aside from a hidden necklace under her shirt, the two top buttons undone as she wasn’t wearing a tie.
Finally walking out the wardrobe, she thought over what she was going to say one last time as she exited her exquisite apartment, locking it behind her with both a key and her wand. Wards stopped her apperating directly into or from the flat but it never really became an issue as she could just walk outside and apperate from there. Calling a lift to the top floor, she nodded to the smartly dressed muggle man inside as the metal doors closed behind her. She didn’t like the lift but she had spent so long getting ready that she now didn’t have time to walk down the twenty odd flights of stairs that separated her from the ground floor. Although the sensation made her feel mildly nauseous it was not evident in her face or demeanor as she fell into her usual state of powerful calm. The other man glanced at her back anxiously as he felt (but could not explain) the subtle energy that seemed to radiate from the young woman and he was glad when he got off before her, leaving her in there alone. Choosing not to apperate until she got out the building incase it was caught on camera, she nodded to the security guard positioned at the door, handing him her keycard so it could be scanned through.
“Have a good evening Ms Slytherin.” The bulky muggle said and she thanked him, taking back her card and placing it back in a very slim leather purse. It’d been a nightmare getting verified by the British government as a citizen and had required a lot of false documents and altered memories, but now she was one it made so many things easier. She even had her own set of bank cards, not that she’d ever explained where that money had come from.
Walking into a nearby parking lot, she looked around to see if anyone was around before apperating to the door of one of their bars. The guard nodded at her to go in down the stone stairs as the building was split between the bar below and the club on the ground floor. Opening the wooden door as one foot remained on the stone stairs, the atmosphere in the room shifted to be far more tense and even the music seemed to become muffled. Her sharp eyes traced the room and the people in it, noting a new face she hadn’t seen before even in the low light. She let one brief moment pass before entering the room fully, the door closing with a quiet but decisive click. Her shoes were near silent as she slowly walked into the room, not needing to use haste although she raised her eyebrows in mild surprise as the new arrival moved towards her with confidence, a dark glass of red wine in one hand and a glass of bourbon in the other. She had spotted him whispering with an annoyed looking Travers several moments prior, but now she genuinely was rather curious. The fact he was almost achingly attractive certainly didn’t hurt and they were strangely dressed similarly, which was unusual as nearly all death eaters wore wizards robes. The tension in the room was so palpable she almost felt giddy from it, but she smiled as she took the drink from him, the glass having a broad base but being quite tall. She didn’t recognise the term he used as he greeted her but she could sense no malice or insult from it, so she greeted him in turn. His accent was strange but not at all unpleasant and she guessed that it was from Eastern Europe.
“Good evening Mr…?” She asked softly, her voice having an aristocratic lilt. Scanning his face to see if she knew anyone who looked similar, she supposed he had several features in common with the Carrows, although if he was related he definitely inherited the best of both their looks. Allowing the aroma of the rich wine to entwine with her senses, she met his eyes with fierce intensity. It was not hostile however, but more inquisitive, as if she found him a pleasant anomaly from her usual company. Sipping the drink as he asked her to host the meeting from his table, her smile widened as she not only agreed but claimed delight at being asked, shock rippling throughout the room. Very few of them ever had the gall to try and interact with her as an actual human being rather than a military commander and now they were kicking themselves, as she was seemingly enjoying the experience.
Moving over to the table he had indicated, she gave Travers a flat look as she knew the sort of things he said about her when he didn’t think she was listening. He was little more than a tramp and a perverted one at that, but he unsurprisingly knew all the criminal circles which was the only thing that kept him alive. She was half tempted to invite him back to her apartment just so she could torture him, but her self respect was worth more than punishing that creep. The mere idea of him getting anywhere near her made her skin crawl with revolution, but she dismissed such thoughts from her mind so she could concentrate.
“Good evening everyone.” She began and many of them responded in the pause she gave them before she continued. “First of all, I would like to welcome our newest member to our ever-growing family. Secondly, I have good news for all of you. In the wake of our various attacks the order is spreading its resources thin, leaving many of their hideouts weakly defended. And we believe we’ve found one.”
She kept smiling as the change in atmosphere from tense to excited, and many of them openly laughed and cheered at the prospect of hitting the order.
“And I have even better news again” She followed, pausing for dramatic effect “The inner circle rides out with us.”
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Chucking the damp towel on top of the door that separated the wardrobe from the rest of her apartment, she got dressed into the comfortable outfit, smirking slightly as she looked at the full length wall mirror that stood opposite the entrance. Despite the sheer madness of her life she wasn’t covered in any scars unless one counted the dark mark on her left forearm, although it was now hidden by her outfit. She did not do so because she was ashamed of it however, as just like the other members of the inner circle she considered it an honour to be marked for greatness by their Dark Lord, but simply because it would’ve made the outfit look very peculiar to have her arms left bare.
Picking out a pair of pointed but plain black leather boots, the heel on them moderate but not obnoxious, she finally turned her attention to her still slightly damp hair. She had recently dyed it metallic white again and she twirled a loose strand of it while she considered how to style it this time. She liked having it braided, especially in combat, but that only really looked good with dresses and some wizard robes. She could have it up in a high ponytail she supposed, but she usually reserved that for when she was in her father’s presence due to him apparently liking it, although she found it rather irksome. By all accounts she was unlikely to see him tonight anyways as Bella had bragged about him inviting her to dinner, but she hadn’t bothered to confirm it. If her father wanted to speak to her she’d know about it, so there was little point in interrupting whatever he was doing. Deciding just to have it down, she used her wand to dry it and then applied product to ensure it remained glossy and in place. It covered her ears until only the very bottom could be seen, part of it coming down to frame her face but most of it cascading down her back. Checking herself over in the mirror, she put her wand back in her inner blazer pocket before picking out a gold watch, the only piece of jewelry on her aside from a hidden necklace under her shirt, the two top buttons undone as she wasn’t wearing a tie.
Finally walking out the wardrobe, she thought over what she was going to say one last time as she exited her exquisite apartment, locking it behind her with both a key and her wand. Wards stopped her apperating directly into or from the flat but it never really became an issue as she could just walk outside and apperate from there. Calling a lift to the top floor, she nodded to the smartly dressed muggle man inside as the metal doors closed behind her. She didn’t like the lift but she had spent so long getting ready that she now didn’t have time to walk down the twenty odd flights of stairs that separated her from the ground floor. Although the sensation made her feel mildly nauseous it was not evident in her face or demeanor as she fell into her usual state of powerful calm. The other man glanced at her back anxiously as he felt (but could not explain) the subtle energy that seemed to radiate from the young woman and he was glad when he got off before her, leaving her in there alone. Choosing not to apperate until she got out the building incase it was caught on camera, she nodded to the security guard positioned at the door, handing him her keycard so it could be scanned through.
“Have a good evening Ms Slytherin.” The bulky muggle said and she thanked him, taking back her card and placing it back in a very slim leather purse. It’d been a nightmare getting verified by the British government as a citizen and had required a lot of false documents and altered memories, but now she was one it made so many things easier. She even had her own set of bank cards, not that she’d ever explained where that money had come from.
Walking into a nearby parking lot, she looked around to see if anyone was around before apperating to the door of one of their bars. The guard nodded at her to go in down the stone stairs as the building was split between the bar below and the club on the ground floor. Opening the wooden door as one foot remained on the stone stairs, the atmosphere in the room shifted to be far more tense and even the music seemed to become muffled. Her sharp eyes traced the room and the people in it, noting a new face she hadn’t seen before even in the low light. She let one brief moment pass before entering the room fully, the door closing with a quiet but decisive click. Her shoes were near silent as she slowly walked into the room, not needing to use haste although she raised her eyebrows in mild surprise as the new arrival moved towards her with confidence, a dark glass of red wine in one hand and a glass of bourbon in the other. She had spotted him whispering with an annoyed looking Travers several moments prior, but now she genuinely was rather curious. The fact he was almost achingly attractive certainly didn’t hurt and they were strangely dressed similarly, which was unusual as nearly all death eaters wore wizards robes. The tension in the room was so palpable she almost felt giddy from it, but she smiled as she took the drink from him, the glass having a broad base but being quite tall. She didn’t recognise the term he used as he greeted her but she could sense no malice or insult from it, so she greeted him in turn. His accent was strange but not at all unpleasant and she guessed that it was from Eastern Europe.
“Good evening Mr…?” She asked softly, her voice having an aristocratic lilt. Scanning his face to see if she knew anyone who looked similar, she supposed he had several features in common with the Carrows, although if he was related he definitely inherited the best of both their looks. Allowing the aroma of the rich wine to entwine with her senses, she met his eyes with fierce intensity. It was not hostile however, but more inquisitive, as if she found him a pleasant anomaly from her usual company. Sipping the drink as he asked her to host the meeting from his table, her smile widened as she not only agreed but claimed delight at being asked, shock rippling throughout the room. Very few of them ever had the gall to try and interact with her as an actual human being rather than a military commander and now they were kicking themselves, as she was seemingly enjoying the experience.
Moving over to the table he had indicated, she gave Travers a flat look as she knew the sort of things he said about her when he didn’t think she was listening. He was little more than a tramp and a perverted one at that, but he unsurprisingly knew all the criminal circles which was the only thing that kept him alive. She was half tempted to invite him back to her apartment just so she could torture him, but her self respect was worth more than punishing that creep. The mere idea of him getting anywhere near her made her skin crawl with revolution, but she dismissed such thoughts from her mind so she could concentrate.
“Good evening everyone.” She began and many of them responded in the pause she gave them before she continued. “First of all, I would like to welcome our newest member to our ever-growing family. Secondly, I have good news for all of you. In the wake of our various attacks the order is spreading its resources thin, leaving many of their hideouts weakly defended. And we believe we’ve found one.”
She kept smiling as the change in atmosphere from tense to excited, and many of them openly laughed and cheered at the prospect of hitting the order.
“And I have even better news again” She followed, pausing for dramatic effect “The inner circle rides out with us.”
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Interests:
(Please note that this list is not exclusive, so don't worry if nothing catches your eye as I'm always willing to hear other people's ideas.)
- Fantasy
- Magic
- Cults/Secret Societies/Organisations
- Demons and Angels/Gods
- Vampires
- Intrigue
- Skyrim
- Kill Bill
- Conflict
- Soul mates
- Magical warrior quest (not D&D though, I don't play it)
Small plot ideas:
- A new way forward: All the events of the books play out the same except for the final battle, where Voldemort still dies but many of the death eaters escape and regroup to fight on. After several more years of bloody conflict, can peace still be reached or will one side have to lose? (Looking for: Harry or an OC)
- The damning of us all: All the events until the fifth book play out the same, except Fudge privately believes Voldemort to be back. Not wanting to start a public panic, he commissions the department of mysteries to come up with a way of killing an immortal. But as their weapon breaks lose and threatens to engulf the whole wizarding world, an unlikely alliance is formed to face it. Will old enemies be able to come together, or will their hatred consume them all? (Looking for: Any male order member or an OC)
- Sorry kiddo, your life was a lie: Voldemort falls to Harry in 1981, except in the carnage after his fall the order discover a young child of similar age after storming the death eater headquarters. Suppressing her bloodline and raising her as their own, she never thinks to suspect her parentage until she meets her parents in battle. (Looking for any character really depending on where we want it to go.
- Arranged marriage
- Soulmates
- AU
Thanks for reading! =)[/div]
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