Elle Joyner

I guess...
Roleplay Invitations
Not Taking RP Invites at this Time
Posting Speed
Several Posts a Day
My Usual Online Time
8:00 AM - 4:00 PM
Writing Levels
Genders You Prefer Playing
Male, Primarily Prefer Female
Playing Style- Passive or Aggressive
Probably a mix. When I GM I tend to prefer mostly aggressive, but with input from my players. I like to offer ideas and receive them. I don't like when people just take the reins and run with it though...especially in a 1x1.
Favorite Genres
Political intrigue, fantasy, futuristic, sci fi lite, superheroes, historical fiction, alternate universes. Smittings of romance, but only as side plot.
Genre You DON'T Like
Anime. Ever. Just not my jam.

Smut. Romance as a main plot. Horror. Grimdark.
TAGS || CloudyBlueDay CloudyBlueDay , KatSea KatSea


Well damn.

There was a word Sugar had not been hoping to hear. In a way she supposed it was Madam's doing. All those years of training didn't exactly make it easy to blend in, and sheer determination had not been enough to cover the evidence of what she was... It was frustrating, particularly when he'd called her out on it in such a way that denying it would have been useless... It wasn't a question. It was a statement. But that, she supposed, was what she got for trying to be nice.

Still, it was telling. If he recognized her that quickly, and she hadn't given any indication beyond what she couldn't control, maybe there was more to the grungy man than met the eye...

"Then I'll stay here..." Flinching as the cloud of dust exploded from his dingy wardrobe, she sank into a seat anyway and while the perfect smile did not flicker away, there was a waxy effect to it, a woman trying to preserve face, "I don't recall seeing you around the Teahouse. Are you a patr--"

"Ah... Hey there, Sugar..."

The words barely registered, as she twisted to look for the source of those words, and finding the timid soul who had squeaked out her name, she blinked, "Tallowyn?" Slowly, a smile spread to her lips and she leaned forward, "It is you! My goodness, Wyn. It's so good to see you... How are you? How is your... Was it your uncle? Come and sit with us... Please."


Roleplay Invitations
Group Roleplays, One on One Roleplays, Chat Roleplays, Private Convo Roleplays
Posting Speed
A Few Posts A Day, A Few Posts a Week, Slow As Molasses
Writing Levels
Intermediate, Adept, Adaptable
Genders You Prefer Playing
No Preferences
Playing Style- Passive or Aggressive
Bit of both, depending on the situation
Favorite Genres
Fantasy, Sci-fi, Urban Fantasy, Dystopian, Futuristic, Superheroes, Modern, Crime-related
Romance as a side-plot
Genre You DON'T Like
I'm not into Furry rp
Romance as the main and only plot.
I'm not really big on slice-of-life either, unless it's a sideplot to something bigger.
Maz "Mazryn" Faor
Location: Skytrain
Interactions: Mondei Sairento Sairento , Wyn (nodding at him) KatSea KatSea , Aryel and Moppet Khryses Khryses

Maz nodded in understanding as she shook Mondei’s hand. iDemon. It was a screen name she’d come across plenty of times, more in casual conversation or on stats boards than ever actually face to face. As far what she tended to play, that would certainly explain why she’d seen so much of the screen name. There’s was definitely overlap in the spheres of VR that they frequented. Anything competitive and combat based had been her scene for quite a while.

Of course, Mazryn didn’t frequent them much at all these days.

She raised an eyebrow as Mondei murmured under her breath, gaze flicking briefly to the small camera at the side of her visor. Streaming, if she had to guess. A sliver of discomfort slid into her limbs, making her swallow at the realization there could be countless people watching.

Hopefully…. There was no one watching that she wouldn’t want to follow her.

Her attention snapped back to Mondei as she addressed her once again, and her smile turned a touch sheepish.

“It’s nice to meet you, too. I’ve heard a bit about you. Same games and all that,” she began, feeling a flush of embarrassment at the younger woman’s words. “And I don’t know about being a legend… but thank you.”

She paused, smile fading as she pursed her lips. “I hope so,” she said eventually. A coincidence was easier to deal with than the idea it was on purpose. She didn’t much care for the idea that they’d all been selected for this already. The Elites, from what she knew, didn’t do much without some form of repayment. Their prices were never money or power either; they had plenty enough of that to go around.

The idea that her status as a VR player had led her to now? Eerie and unsettling at best.

And at worst? Yeah, no. She’d rather not go there for the moment if she could help it.

Mondei’s focus shifted towards the man that approached her, bluntly questioning her. Mazryn took a moment to assess him, quietly cataloguing and taking him in. Blunt, straightforward, and with no intention to beat around the bush. She could certainly respect that. He was also older. Easily the oldest of the crew in the car so far. Based on just the way he carried himself, she had a feeling that was every bit an advantage for him. If his mannerisms hadn’t made her respect him, she had no doubt he’d find one way or another to make her respect him.

Fair enough.

Perhaps a good ally, if things ever went sideways. With any luck, it would never come to that.

She withdrew from her spot at the table without a word, quietly relieved as Mondei’s attention was drawn elsewhere. She wasn’t smothering, thankfully, but there was always something to be said for idolatry when she came across a fan. They put her on a pedestal. Made her something more. Made her more than a teen girl who’d happened to spend a lot of time in her room, senses attached to a digital world.

She slipped past, approaching the small cat currently waddling across the food table. She smiled, nodding briefly in greeting to the man, the one that had joined them not too long ago, who had been entertained by the cat as well. Crouching down to the height of the table, she held out a hand for the cat to inspect, as a gesture of trustworthiness for the small creature, before even considering petting it.

“Hi there, little one,” she cooed softly, before her gaze flicked up to where the cat’s owner stood. “Where did you manage to find him?” she asked, head tilting. After all, it wasn’t like cats were exactly commonplace.


obvious cryptic
Original poster
Roleplay Invitations
Group Roleplays, One on One Roleplays, Chat Roleplays, Not Taking RP Invites at this Time, Private Convo Roleplays
Posting Speed
A Few Posts a Week, One Post a Week
My Usual Online Time
I check as often as I can.
Writing Levels
Intermediate, Adept, Advanced, Adaptable
Genders You Prefer Playing
Male, Female, No Preferences
Playing Style- Passive or Aggressive
Favorite Genres
Fantasy, Realistic/Modern, Magic, Scifi, Romance
Genre You DON'T Like
I am generally not a huge fan of RPing Fandom, but it can depend.

Version two.

Time was always running out. Soon the next group would come. They’d keep coming and coming and coming. Coming and going and dying. Did it matter if the world was dying anyway? Was this a merciful end, or a horrible twist of fate? Did these people deserve what was coming to them?

She didn’t know. Xytrine always acted like she knew but she never did. Life wasn’t fair. But hell if she couldn’t try to even the playing field.

Treading down the dark halls, the click of her boots echoing in the distance, Xytrine knew her mission. The smell of burnt flesh and rotten decay.. she had gotten used to it. Was she even human anymore? Was anyone? With their machines and their implants and their hover cars and holo comms. Humanity didn’t exist. Especially not here.

She dragged a gloved hand along the control panel, smearing every button. The urge to smash it into smithereens was tempting, but likely too much of an unsubtle touch. There was a hiss, a releasing of compressed air as a horrid stench filtered out, putrid and nauseating. Xytrine gagged. But this was what had to be done. Regardless of Matrikt’s wishes…

Moans and groans filtered. The shuffling of bodies commenced, decaying limbs growing accustomed to their new way of living. Or dying. Or living in between the lines of death. There was no longer a need to puzzle over such intricacies, as the capacity had been stripped from them. They only knew the scent of flesh and blood, and how much they longed to feel the warmth of it on their cold, cold, skin, and then to let it travel down their gullets and into their bellies.

Xytrine was already gone, heels clacking towards the exit. And she left the door wide open.


The ride to Sanctuary was smooth. Not a single hitch or bump. The occupants of the Skytrain enjoyed an interruption free ride, where the pile of delicacies never seemed to diminish despite being picked at, especially by an impossibly hungry little kitten.

“I would rather y-” Lin’s attempt to ward Sugar off did nothing, and an exasperated huff escaped him as she sat down. And not only did she invade his space of brooding, she called over another. Linreyus’ features twisted in disgust as he folded into himself further, not saying another word as he focused intently on the window.

Warning lights flashed to let the passengers know that they would be arriving soon, but as Matrikt’s Skytrain was the best one available, there was not even a mere bump that accompanied the landing. Once the train came to a halt, another light blinked, accompanied with a satisfying ding, as the front doors opened.

The invitees were not in what appeared to be Sanctuary just yet. Or perhaps it was, but not quite what was expected. There was no lush greenery, no open blue sky. The Skytrain has opened its doors to a metallic dome, cold and pristine. The only thing warm about it was the smiling young woman, prepared to greet them.

“Welcome to Sanctuary!” She exclaimed, clapping her hands together. Her movements were sharp, but the broad grin plastered on her face seemed to lessen the stiffness of the movement. “Well, you’re not quite there yet! As you filter off the train we will begin a minor decontamination process just to ensure everything is running smoothly. My name is Amina, and I’ll be guiding you through the tour!”

Amina was a pleasurable sight. Dark, perfectly symmetrical hair framed her face, with dark brown eyes. She wore large, sparkly earrings, and a modern white dress, complete with accenting frills and plumes. “First up I’d like you all to follow me to the decontamination chambers. Your luggage and personal belongings, if not stored on the skytrain, are all being delivered shortly and checked over, and will be returned to you as soon as possible. As we walk, please feel free to ask me any questions, as I am here and happy to assist!”


Obtain knowledge - Be 'decontaminated'? Figure out who this Amina lady is. Ask questions.


Yes: It is possible to stray from the path Amina is leading you on. Ask me before doing so. You won't get very far.


Mobley Eats

Consume. Smother your doubts. Be fulfilled.
Roleplay Invitations
Group Roleplays, One on One Roleplays, Private Convo Roleplays
Posting Speed
A Few Posts A Day, One Post a Day, A Few Posts a Week
Writing Levels
Intermediate, Adept, Advanced
Genders You Prefer Playing
Male, Female, Primarily Prefer Female, No Preferences
Playing Style- Passive or Aggressive
A bit of both, lean more towards passive.
Favorite Genres
Modern, Romance, Fantasy, Scifi, Drama, Action.
Genre You DON'T Like
Horror, Mystery (I like them, just not good at it)
Beiatrixx "Beia" Kolekouskee | Location: Decontamination Dome| Interactions: Amina CloudyBlueDay CloudyBlueDay

"Whoa... nice dome, bro," Beia muttered under her breath, curiosity and awe coursing through her as she stepped off the skytrain. There was nothing new about metal. Heck, she had six chunks of them protruding from her back with glass punctured capsules. But still, there was something dang imposing and, like, official about the place, as if she feared breaking something and having to cover the costs with a lifetime of physical labor. Heh... N-no thank you. Nope. Not me. Dude, I'd likely just break more and more shiz and keep building on my debt until my great great great great grandkids have to pay for it. Her brow furrowed. Wait. No. I'd have to get laid first... with a dude--EW GOD NO SORRY FUTURE KIDDIES GREAT GRANNY BEIA JUST CANCELED YOUR EXISTENCE COME AGAIN ANOTHER DAY!

“Welcome to Sanctuary!”

Oh! Another person! That was fine, she hadn't made an enemy yet, so this wouldn't be a prob-- ...Wait.

“Well, you’re not quite there yet! As you filter off the train we will begin a minor decontamination process just to ensure everything is running smoothly."

Ah, frick.

"My name is Amina."

O-oh no.

"And I’ll be guiding you through the tour!”

You've got to be flipping kidding me--another attractive woman?! Oh please, VR gods, h-have mercy! However, Amina's actual words finally registered and Beia blinked, the confusion clear in her features. "Err... H-hello. Hey? Yeah. Heh, s-small potato speaking, hope I don't corrode away at your s-soul too bad for talking, but uh, what does this whole decontaminating biz c-consist of? It won't be any worse than those g-guard dudes that lowkey violated me on my way t-to the skytrain, right? Cuz boi oh boi," she adjusted the collar of her top nervously, "Some, uh, some hands came real close to no-no square zones, ya know? Not a fan of repeating that, y-ya know?"

Whew--was she floating in a pool of her own sweat yet? No. That was fine, just give it a few more seconds.

Growing more self-conscious of her awkwardness the more and more she stared at Amina (I hate you, why're you so beautiful you majestic creature just kidding p-please don't think I hate you I'm just insecure and but a meager peasant sandwich withering at your feet so don't mind my thoughts--as if you could freaking read them! Beai! Shut up and talk! ...Oh, that was ironic.), Beia cleared her throat before continuing shakily, "A-anyway, uh, glad to be here! This is all raining down on me like, whoosh!" She wiggled her fingers and brought them down from overhead, imitating a shower, before bringing both hands together over her heart and splaying them out awkwardly. "And wha-bam all up in my soul, y-ya know? It's epic! All of this. So, just... uh... If you stopped listening a w-while ago, I won't hold that against you," she finished lamely.