Hello - A shyte introduction! XD

Yo! I'm shit at introduction but here we go: name RosK I'm a 30+yo (bi/pan/queer) stoner that been RPing since 2001 and I spend most of my time either at work or distracting myself with hobbies like kayaking, painting, crochet, tatting, and hiking (gaming but honestly its getting to expensive to game anymore!!!!) I'm heading into the 1 year anaversery of this pandemic with a new motto "fuck it, it doesn't matter" and trying to just let go easier and move on from things outside my control. I've been insanely stressed lately, had some dumb shit happen to me recently, lost someone close and I'm sort of just trying to reinvent, set boundaries, and find myself again!

As for my roleplay interests I'm a lover of some romance, scifi and modern drama crime boss mafia shit; give me queers with guns, drugs, and burning passion to rail one another!

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Sleeping Umbran 917

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I do not join other users group rps.
I do not roleplay fandoms.
I only accept one on one offers.
I will run my own group and D&D 5E.
I write however much I please. Generally speaking around 300-600 words.
I play characters of any gender, sexuality and expect anyone I RP with to do the same.
I will play non-human characters; furry, anthro, monsters, aliens.
I will play mutliple character, whether you do or not.
I will roleplay over threads (on or offsite), gdoc, email, discord, and telegram. PM for contact inforamtion.

WORD BANK
Romance, Space Opera, Urban Fantasy, Low Fantasy, Hurt/Comfort, Modern, Soldiers, Age gap, Nesting, Scenting, Mecha, Gangsters, Crime, Cops, Secret Agents, Injury, Drugs/Alcohol, Power Imbalance, Angst, Rank Disparity, Werewolves, Soul Mates, Vampires, Fairy, Supernatural, Knights, Kings, Queens, Royalty In Space, Space Pirates, Scifi-western, Monster Hunters, Found Family, Drug Dealers, Magic Dealers, Empires, Historically Inaccurate History/Period Setting, Outlaws, Bounty Hunters, Pack Dynamics.

UNIVERSES & AU
Sentinel verse
Omega verse (ABO)
Daemon verse
Wings
Street Magic

FAVORED PAIRS
Punk / Older Family Friend (M/M - age gap, modern, romance, crime, [optional] sentinel verse)

The Punk Ass gets in fights all the time, it's the only way he thinks he knows how to relieve stress. One fight goes to far, gets the Punk Ass in too deep, he didn't mean to kill the guy; and he didn't know he was part of something bigger. Now the Punk Ass seeks help from one of the few people he still considers a friend, an Old Man he knew through his father. He'd helped the Punk Ass out of messes before, shared money, gave him a couch to crash on. What was one more favor?

Lieutenant / Captain (M/M - Space Pirates)

Boss / Lieutenant (M/M - Modern, Crime/Mod/Mafia)
Agent / Quartermaster (F/F - Modern, Romance, Action Adventure, [optional] omegaverse)

Secret Agents on a mission far from home, pretending to be enemies, and gathering as much information they can to take down a powerful arms dealer. Waking up one morning to find their Quartermaster sleeping on their couch, clothing ripped to shreds, bloody and bruised. They can barely wake them, but when they do they learn of the downfall of their agency. They're flying blind now, they're free falling actually and there is no safety net, they don't train you for your agencies demise.

Prince / Personal Guard / General (M/F/M - Science Fantasy, Romance, Action)

A beaten and broken Prince fleeing across the ruins of his once proud Empire, hiding from his enemies just trying to survive, seemingly unable to come to terms with the monster he created and allowed to overthrow everything his Mother built. All he last left are his General and Guard his companions in the brutal reality he now lives; his Empire lost, his people slaughtered, and his army scattered to the wind.

His legacy a tragedy.

Veteran Pilot / Newbie Pilot (M/M - Science Fiction, Mech, Romance, Action)

SAMPLES

The gunfire rattles her to the bone, terrifies her something terrible as it wizzes past her head and clips her ear straight off her head. Tally stumbles, staggering to the blood soaked earth on hands and knees. Barely taking the time to touch her head, unable to feel the blood on her fingers, but sees her hand come away red over mud.

"God damn it." Tally hisses and hauls herself up, taking a second to scan for Damien and Gier; both equally as washed out, mud soaked and bloody. They had been traveling the trail unhindered for two days. Tally assumed the Czarcee soldiers had continued to move west and they would be relatively safe to travel east toward the town of Nose Hill.

If either of them say anything Tally can't make it out. Her ears ring at pitch that drowns out all other sound and the pain starts to string down through her head, her neck and shoulders. Down the tree lined path a pair of Czarcee soldiers perch behind the safety of a supply cart, rifles loaded and waiting for anyone to make a move.

Brandon presses his fingers into his eyes rubbing until white fuzz speckles his vision, fading only when he blinks it away. He leans against the kitchen counter coffee machine gurgling beside him, watching the odd sight in his living room. Rachel sits with her daughter on his old, blanket covered sofa with it's faded throw pillows, watching a WWII conspiracy show. She's been at his house for a day or two.

Never in all his years did Brandon think his old shack would house anyone but himself. His home was nestled in the woods near High Level, tucked away down a shitty service road on a small spit of property he bought in his thirties. He used to allow the High Level pack to use it for full moon gatherings before he left and banned most of the pack from his land.

Now it was his personal retreat far from the pack, decently maintained and completely livable by Brandon's standards. He had running water, spotty internet, a phone line and a handful of channels on his TV he barely watched. His living room was mostly lined with shelves of books, stacks of paper and art supplies. He had enough dishes for three people and a stock of food big enough to feed a family of five.

"I know ain't none of your business, but can you come by sometime?" Brandon asks, his cell pressed to his ear and his face pinching into a frown at whatever Reed says on the other end. God help him he has no one else to turn to and it was Reed's job to handle pack-fuckery and this girl had inevitable pack-fuckery on her tail.

"No...I understand but you'll want to talk to her Reed." A short pause. "Yeah a girl with a kid and some nasty shit coming for her…fuck if I know she's ain't said a name." Brandon reaches for his coffee pot, pours himself a mug and turns to the girl holding it up.

"I'll buy you all the damn beer you can drink next mouth, will that convince you show your ugly mug before the next full fucking moon?" Brandon smirk's down at his mug of coffee, laughs under his breath and mutters a soft thank you into the receiver before setting his cell on the counter.

Rachel coos at Annabelle brushing her thick, dark hair from her scruffy face. Brandon never wanted kids of his own, not necessarily, but he had to admit pure-blooded werewolf babies were damn cute.

"He'll talk to you," Brandon says.

Rachel looks to him with something like apprehension on her face that breaks Brandon's heart just a little. She asked him not to say anything, promising she'd be gone long before her mate got to town, but Brandon insisted the town's enforcer needed to know what was coming.

"Don't worry he's ugly but he won't bother you I promise." Brandon settles on the other end of the couch to watch the show with Rachel, silence settling between them. They didn't talk much and he was okay with it.

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A shyte introduction! XD

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