Kidnappable?: Definitely.
Playing Habits: I'm a stay-at-home Mum. My life is pretty much online. =3
Gender You Prefer Playing: Female
Favorite Genres: I'm all about Fantasy, Modern, Magical, Romance, and I'm open to new ideas.
Genre You DON'T Like: I'd like to avoid Scifi and most in-city past eras. (Horse and buggy kind of things) and I refuse to roleplay horror.
Playing Style: I'm willing to be a passive or aggressive character depending on what the roleplay needs.
Plot Candies: I'm a large fan of romance or, at least, romantic scenes. I'm also more than appreciative of plot twists. =3
Character Stereotypes: I have a thing for tragic pasts. >_> My characters are usually also exceptional at at least one thing. (Super smart, martial artist phenomenon, etc.)
Character No-Gos: I don't like playing the opposite gender if I can avoid it. And I'm no grunt.
Random Notes: I tend to enjoy my roleplaying experience more if the people I am writing with are litterate. A million typos or description-less posts tend to be a bit of a turn off for me.
Scene Sample: The moment he turned his back on her she realised her mistake. Her terror dissolved and she collapsed into sobs, crumpling back onto the floor. Her shoulders drummed against the wall as she heaved with the force of her tears. Her towel wrinkled around her waist, leaving her upper body exposed to the cool air which, of course, made her shake harder. She rocked back and forward a little, her face buried in her knees, arms wrapped around herself. She ached inside, burning and throbbing, her gut twisting. She felt each of her scars as if they were new and raw and the agony cleaned her mind of thought and reason. She muttered incoherently into her thighs between sobs and more than once she screamed as the scene echoed through her head like a horror movie she couldn't turn off. Her nightmares were the same scene but it was always worse during a panic attack. She actually felt it when she was conscious.
Adarya sat across from a young man with bright blue eyes and spiky blond hair. He laughed and refilled her drink, telling some ridiculous story. His words sounded slurred as her brain started to fuzz over. "I'm sleepy. Do you think I could crash here?" She asked, standing up from the table. The young man smiled brightly. "Of course, darlin'. I'll show you to my room, shall I?" The edges of her vision blurred a little as she followed him. With a yawn she laid down on the bed and he sat down next to her and ran his fingertips over his cheek. "Don't you worry. I'll take good care of you."
When she woke up it was dark. The room smelled musty and though her eyes were open she couldn't see anything. She tried to move and realised that she couldn't; she wasn't restrained or anything, just unable to move. She also noticed that she was naked, though she didn't remember undressing. Starting to panic, she called out "Aiden? Aiden, help! I can't move!" A door opened to her right and a fluorescent light sputtered to life above her. She blinked furiously as her eyes adjusted. Finally, she made out Aiden's figure in the doorway. "Oh thank the stars. I can't move. You've got to help me. I don't know what happened. You're not hurt are you?" Hearing the last sentence made her look at him closely. No, he wasn't hurt.
And he didn't seem to be all that worried about her either. She watched as he approached her slowly and kneeled down in front of her. His bright smile was replaced with a sneer, the kindness in his eyes gone in favour of a cruel intelligence. "You..." She said quietly, still not fully understanding. "Me." He replied arrogantly, unrolling a cloth that held assorted knives and scalpels, a whip tipped in metal and a weird instrument that looked not unlike a potato masher that he warmed on the Bunsen burner he'd ignited. "Do you know what you are?" He asked her, his fingers dancing over his tools as if he couldn't decide which to pick. She looked at him dumbly, somehow unable to believe what was happening. "You, my dear, are an abomination." He said lightly, finally selecting one of the scalpels.
At first, she didn't feel the slice he made right below the first rib under her right breast. It wasn't until he made his second cut and began peeling the skin away from her bones that she screamed. She screamed and screamed until she blacked out from the agony.
When she came to, Aiden was sitting beside her sipping at a glass of deep red wine. Her ribs burned and ached and bile rose when she remembered why they hurt. She tried to look down at the wounds but she was still paralysed. "Ahh." He said coolly. "I thought I lost you there for a minute." There was an empty syringe laying above the cloth and one of the scalpels was stained dark with her blood. "It appears we can begin again." He said, laying his glass down gently. He walked over to her on his knees and rolled her onto her stomach, leaning into her hair. His breath was hot on her ear. "You are unnatural. Monstrous. And you must be punished." She felt him knee her thighs apart and she closed her eyes tightly. She willed her body to move but it remained limp and useless as he whipped and violated her for what seemed like eternity. When he was finally finished with her, he methodically sealed the wounds on her back with the searing hot potato masher. She blacked out before he'd finished.
The next time she awoke she was alone in the darkness. She didn't dare make a sound for fear he would return. He'd taken his tools with him, not that they'd have done her much good since she was still unable to move. Weak and broken and scared, she wept until she fell asleep. Throughout the course of what seemed like years but was really only ten days Aiden awakened her with torture that lasted until she fell unconscious again.
The last time she saw him, she awoke to him playing with her hair. She tried to move but, of course, she was unable. She glared up at him with hate-filled turquoise eyes and said nothing. "Today, you die." He told her quietly and she closed her eyes, relief flooding her. "Uh-uh. None of that. You know the rules." She opened her eyes obediently, too weak to be defiant. She watched him lift the scalpel he'd used to fillet her and prepared for him to peel away more skin. Instead, he rested the tip right below her collarbone and sliced carefully down to her sternum. He did the same on the other side before continuing down to her navel. He sliced to her hips on both sides and opened her up like a set of double doors. She blacked out again.
When she awoke for a final time she could hardly breathe. Her face was bruised and swollen and most of the major bones in her body were broken. She was, however, able to move her head ever so slightly. It was obvious Aiden had become furious with her for passing out and beaten her motionless form. But, out of some unfathomable cruelty, he'd left her alive. She opened her eyes a crack but could see nothing. She tried desperately to move but the her brain washed with stars and then filled with darkness and her head rolled back onto the cement.
By the time the flashback had ended she'd fallen silent. Tears still rolled down her cheeks but she no longer shook, as if her body were too exhausted by the memory to react. She stayed curled in her ball, rocking like motion would comfort her. She had no idea where she was; it didn't really matter. Only one thing filled her mind: Why?
Iwaku Roleplays I'm In:None yet. However, quite a few years ago I ran a chat-based rp website. The most common practice was t7 where I had a gigantic arena set up and people would come and fight. The goal was to write as much and with as many superfluous words as possible so as to confuse the opponent into not responding properly within the five minute time frame given to respond. Before battle the opponents would meet with me separately and describe, in as much detail as possible, their character so no one could god mod some crazy shit out of their ass. The longest battle was 27 hours.
A few months ago I joined my first forum roleplay site: Gundam Gates. But I just couldn't get into roleplaying for an anime I haven't even seen. Plus, the community wasn't very welcoming.
The above scene sample is one of my posts from that forum. It follows my character having a panic attack that induces a flashback that explains her tragic history. (And how she got so many scars.)