- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- It varies constantly.
- Writing Levels
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- SciFi, Historical, Fantasy (prefer hard to soft), and variants of those. Adventures and conflicts large or small.
I enjoy some Fanfiction. I favor Firefly/Serenityverse, Indiana Jones, Potterverse, anything Holmsian, Chronicles of Pern, Assassin's Creed, and historical fiction; I am slightly- to familiar-enough with a large number of fandoms, including both 'Trek and 'Wars, Miyazaki's material, FMA, Zelda, Earthsea, Marvel and DC; I am unfamiliar with many animes (sorry).
I will happily write in a setting which involves sentient nonhumans and semihumans, anthro/furry included. I am comfortable playing characters with a blending of human and animal. The key issue for me is that, when love and sex are involved, a shared level of sentience is a must.
The way I like a world to feel is definitely not all sunshine and rainbows. It could be as simple as a destructive force our characters must confront or deal with on a regular basis; it could be as complex and tragic as a world on the brink of apocalypse. The point of this is to have a 'verse with balance which is tangible and can be played with.
I'm actually quite open to different story genres, and I just need a sufficient understanding of how the world will work to be happy.
Alex was sitting on his favorite park bench, the one closest to the lake. It was afternoon in midsummer again, and he liked watching the dragonflies flit above the water, their little wings glinting with reflected bits of light as they dove for smaller insects. The occasional fish gulped air, sending large ripples across the surface of the water. Here, nestled in the green jumble of trees and plants, the dull roaring of the city was muted. The footpath behind him was relatively empty, save for a few joggers and some tourists, quietly moving on their way through the park. It was immensely peaceful, and he dug his toes into the pea gravel in the shade of the bench, savoring yet another one of the unnumbered multitude of summer days he could barely remember.