- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- Speed of Light
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- I'm on whenever even while I'm at work, though depending on what work is like I can take forever to respond. Expect most responses to happen within the time of 4 pm and about 11 pm weekdays.
- Writing Levels
- Give-No-Fucks
- Intermediate
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Nonbinary
- Transgender
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Sci-fi, magical, romance, Yaoi (depending on the situation), Action, mystery.
Syrin woke finding himself past out at his friends house, holding his guitar next to him. His band, Incandescent, had another late night practice, and they had just crashed at the house. Syrin sat up slowly, and then pulled his phone from his pocket checking the time to figure out when he should head home, not wanting to wake his parents or siblings. He grunted when it was only eight in the morning. He still had until eleven till everyone at his place was up.