- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- Multiple posts per week
- Online Availability
- It varies wildly.
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Nonbinary
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- I'm open to a wide range of genres. Obscenely wide. It's harder for me to list all I do like than all I don't like.
My favorite settings are fantasy combined with something else, multiverse, post-apoc, historical (mixed with something else), and futuristic. I'm not limited to those, but it's a good start.
My favorite genres include mystery, adventure, action, drama, tragedy (must be mixed with something else and kept balanced), romance (again must be mixed, and more.
I'm happy to include elements of slice-of-life and romance, but doing them on their own doesn't hold my interest indefinitely.
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The man remained quiet, not even daring to gasp in surprise as Hound took him captive. His heart pounded as he stared at that face-- that calmly-evil face. "Captain Hans Friedson, of Hilde's 127th." The uniform was right for it. "You're... you're with the rebellion, right?" He asked. "We've been ordered to arm and feed all rebels we find." He spoke slowly, then swallowed as he tried to shove away his fear before he monstrous man who held him.
It was true, Hilde regularly funded and aided the rebellion's people. They wouldn't outright assist, but they did feed, they did arm, and they did mend.
"Are those men we found yours?" The man spoke before Hound could answer. He glanced toward the stairs, then looked back at Hound. "You don't look like a Ruvan soldier, I mean." The nervous man returned to the previous subject. His eyes were wide as he glanced around.
"Dance." The sound-like-a-voice whispered nearby.
The Hilde captain swallowed. "What was that?"
The man remained quiet, not even daring to gasp in surprise as Hound took him captive. His heart pounded as he stared at that face-- that calmly-evil face. "Captain Hans Friedson, of Hilde's 127th." The uniform was right for it. "You're... you're with the rebellion, right?" He asked. "We've been ordered to arm and feed all rebels we find." He spoke slowly, then swallowed as he tried to shove away his fear before he monstrous man who held him.
It was true, Hilde regularly funded and aided the rebellion's people. They wouldn't outright assist, but they did feed, they did arm, and they did mend.
"Are those men we found yours?" The man spoke before Hound could answer. He glanced toward the stairs, then looked back at Hound. "You don't look like a Ruvan soldier, I mean." The nervous man returned to the previous subject. His eyes were wide as he glanced around.
"Dance." The sound-like-a-voice whispered nearby.
The Hilde captain swallowed. "What was that?"