- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- I'm usually on at points through out the day. Some days I'm not due to various reasons, but I try to give my partners warning if I'm going to be away for more than a day or two
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Primarily Nonbinary
- Genres
- Slice of life, high fantasy, modern fantasy, urban fantasy ...anything fantasy really. Dark comedy, supernatural, psychological - anything with dark overtones and miserable, dysfunctional characters. Love me some Hurt/Comfort.
Lorcan Rehon sighed, blowing his dark red hair out of his eyes, the left one golden brown, the right one dark green, and glanced around the Dining Hall. He snorted softly, didn’t look much like a dining room at the moment, not with all the people, humans and non-humans alike, running about looking for friends they hadn’t seen since the last school year and getting their room keys with the freshmen looking scared or timid. Some of them had already started to cry, the boy noted.
In short it was organized chaos. If chaos could ever be organized.
Bored waiting for his turn in line, the Earth Mage tapped his fingers against his leg. Sometimes the way this school was run baffled him. Why have the students’ trunks and stuff moved to their rooms magically when they arrived but force said students to pick up a room key? Why not just send it with supply list and room assignments? Oh well, nothing he could really do about it could he?
Finally, finally, it was his turn. He gave his name and room number to the dwarf – he assumed the man was a dwarf at any rate – and was handed his key with a grunt. Lorcan didn’t blame him, the day had just started and he must have interacted with a hundred students already. It would certainly drive him mad.
Trying not to get knocked into or tramped, the sixteen year old, left the dining hall and into the campus, navigating through the crowds to get to the dorms. He was so wrapped up in trying not to get squished that he didn’t notice the person in front of him until he knock into them.
“I’m sorry,” he said quickly, a small blush on his face. “I wasn’t watching where I was going. Sorry.”
In short it was organized chaos. If chaos could ever be organized.
Bored waiting for his turn in line, the Earth Mage tapped his fingers against his leg. Sometimes the way this school was run baffled him. Why have the students’ trunks and stuff moved to their rooms magically when they arrived but force said students to pick up a room key? Why not just send it with supply list and room assignments? Oh well, nothing he could really do about it could he?
Finally, finally, it was his turn. He gave his name and room number to the dwarf – he assumed the man was a dwarf at any rate – and was handed his key with a grunt. Lorcan didn’t blame him, the day had just started and he must have interacted with a hundred students already. It would certainly drive him mad.
Trying not to get knocked into or tramped, the sixteen year old, left the dining hall and into the campus, navigating through the crowds to get to the dorms. He was so wrapped up in trying not to get squished that he didn’t notice the person in front of him until he knock into them.
“I’m sorry,” he said quickly, a small blush on his face. “I wasn’t watching where I was going. Sorry.”