{Hello, I am >Currently Looking, Most likely heading to bed shortly if not already there< }
I'm going to get right to the point, though this won't be short and sweet. I get very bored after work, and I try and find something to do. Roleplaying has been one of my favorite past times, and though I may be rusty, I'd like to get back into it. Also, if there's anything against the rules here, please do let me know, I've read through but sometimes I do miss.
What I have/am:
*Time-frame: (roughly I try to be online at least once a day)12-3am central time and sometimes 9am-1pm central. >Also, as it is already starting to snow and ice, there may be several days when I cannot be online. If I manage to get even a small sliver of net time, I will alert you.
*Flexibility: I can play all sorts of creatures (human, naga, mimi, elf, ect) and either gender, with different personalities. I will NOT play as anything but an original character (i.e. I am not playing as Goku, Inuyasha, ect) and I'd rather you play with originality as well. I can also play different time lines, fantasy, and so forth.
*Length: I'd rather not do one-liners. I can do semi to multi para form, I do spell things wrong once in a while (I use spell check when available) and sometimes my grammar may be off. Please deal with it.
*Understanding: You have a life, I have a life. I know things come up, weather, family, ect. If you aren't on every single day, that doesn't matter. Take your time. I'd rather you spend a day thinking up a decent post rather than you rush through it and make it into something you dislike.
*Respect: If you do not like how I play, please just tell me. But do not flame. Let's follow the rules. If something begins to get a little to 'adult' for the forum, we could message for find another way to continue, I do have an instant messenger or two.
*Few Limits: I play guy or girl, yaoi/yuri/het (we would move to other areas should it get too adult), fantasy, medieval, modern, futuristic, just say what you want.
I am nowhere near the greatest role-player in the world. But I am entitled to pick and choose, as are you. Please do not think me full of myself, I'm simply stating what I want, and what I can do.
Rules:
*You may post and/or message me.
If you message me, please post a 'sample post' showing what you're made of. Please only send one message however.
*Please post your preferences/ideas/wants as many as you want, but try and limit it to one post, which you may edit at any time. If you find someone else that you like, you may message them if they allow it,
do not start long conversations in here please. I would like to look through here later.
*Understand I do not have to play with you. If I say 'no thanks' you are free to offer up other ideas.
*No fan role plays!
*Follow the Community's rules as well as any rules we set up for our roleplay.
*Post as much as you can but do not one line. Use double parenthesis ((when in roleplay to ooc (out of character) and single for anything else. (example: >Maurice walked through the door and stared at Lou (the way a cat does to an injured mouse) smiling.< but can be used for anything other than ooc but are not necessary.)
>sample<
The house was quiet save for one, single windowed room. The walls were ivory and the floors covered in tarp. Paintings and white canvas littered the walls and floor, along with tubes of acrylic and watercolor paints and brushes. A red messy headed female wearing an artist's smock and apron stood in front of an easel, canvas loaded and determination in her sea green eyes. Erratically the woman's wrist flicked, sending streaks of paint across the near white canvas before her. A softly playing record sang out it's tune in the room. The music popped and cracked with it's age, though did much to inspire the budding artist. Red, green, teal, violet. The colorful lines melted into one another and the canvas, much like the artist, welcomed their beauty. Her intention was to capture what she felt. The colors symbolized her thoughts and joys, while the sharp lines and specks of paint that strayed from the brush's bristles proved the speed at which she was painting came from the passion she wanted to bring out. Surely someone would see the finished piece and think 'What a fantastic woman this artist was' and she would find happiness in the speaker's arms. Stopping to think about the possibility, she laughed gently and shook her head. "Maybe I should take a break.." Setting her paintbrush and pallet on the table beside her, she wiped her hands on her apron.
}Also, thank you for taking the time to read everything, it meant you were serious{