- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Anything that actually has, you know, a good plot. I prefer RPs with fantastical elements, however, so generally, a bit of fantasy goes a long way.
Can't deny that I had some silly fun with that. Always wanted to try writing in the style of Under Night In Birth's character pieces.
Character Full Name
Aesil
Pronunciation
Ah-zell
Personality
She hungers.
Lustfully, she chases, to fill the void in her stomach.
A cracked eggshell and the shallow motivations that lie within.
Love and hate, pain and pleasure, life and death, the child enjoys it all equally.
Curiosity tempts her to have a taste, and disappointment lingers when it results in nothing.
Wingless, she crawls on.
Hopeless, she dreams on.
Heartless, she smiles on.
The Last Memory
A rose grows out of my head, blossoming while I smile.
Its thorns settle into my spine, and my back straightens.
Its roots intertwine with my own, ensnaring and accompanying me.
It weakens in moonlight, and strengthens in sunlight.
It scrapes against my ribs, bittersweet love pouring out from the incisions.
Inside the vase, it flourishes.
Outside the vase, I dance.
An irregular waltz
A variable rondo.
Aesil
Pronunciation
Ah-zell
Personality
She hungers.
Lustfully, she chases, to fill the void in her stomach.
A cracked eggshell and the shallow motivations that lie within.
Love and hate, pain and pleasure, life and death, the child enjoys it all equally.
Curiosity tempts her to have a taste, and disappointment lingers when it results in nothing.
Wingless, she crawls on.
Hopeless, she dreams on.
Heartless, she smiles on.
The Last Memory
A rose grows out of my head, blossoming while I smile.
Its thorns settle into my spine, and my back straightens.
Its roots intertwine with my own, ensnaring and accompanying me.
It weakens in moonlight, and strengthens in sunlight.
It scrapes against my ribs, bittersweet love pouring out from the incisions.
Inside the vase, it flourishes.
Outside the vase, I dance.
An irregular waltz
A variable rondo.