Let's get the big one our of the way. I welcome any and all kinks, there are some I like more, there are some I like less. Let's chat about them and see what we'll focus on for now!

What I'm looking for is someone who can excite themselves for a fantasy roleplay and is not necessarily after a ten minute description of my dick looks, smells, and sounds like. Don't get me wrong, we'll get there, but it'll take some time.

Now before I lay out the full premise I wanna give a example of how I write.

A man sat limb in a chair. His pale, white skin, sunken eyes, and frail frame made his resemble the living dead more than the aged wizard he was. The sound filling the dank room was one of metal striking metal. He was at the local blacksmith's. "Well..." bang. "... that sounds like..." bang. "...a concern..." BANG. With one last swing of the hammer Albert, the Smith, finished forming the rough shape of a sword. He looked at it, smiled, and placed it back in the fire. "Yes...! But frankly speaking, I don't know what to do about it." "Is that why you spend the afternoon scarring away customers or did you just miss me?" "Shut up! That bitch might be here to kill me!" Albert raised an eyebrow. He realised why I had shown up. I was using him as a hideout. "I remember you getting disembouled and surviving... at this point I don't think she could kill you even if she wanted to." Albert didn't seem a bit concerned; more focused on finished the sword he held in his thongs. "Your wrong... she's a sage..." Albert stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes filled with doubt and suppressed anger. "You shouldn't be joking about these things, you know!?" He said as he turned. "You must have drank one too many pot--" The second his eyes met mine, however, he knew it was the truth. "Don't tell me... your scared?!" "Of course I am! A demi god walked into my store and tried to trick me!" The yelling silenced the room, not that there was much noise to begin with, it mainly silenced Albert. "I'm sorry, I should have yelled..." "No, I get why. But I wonder, did she tell you anything? Maybe why she has come? You know, maybe she was just looking to stock up on magic items or potions." I leaned back. "No, it's more ridiculous than that... she is looking for a mentor..." "A mentor? Isn't she one of the sages?" "Yes, but apparently she no good outside of swordplay..."

OK imma leave it here as a sample. As you can tell, I can be pretty pretentious.

Right, now, the idea behind this goes as follows. What if a highly trained sword master was forced into becoming more magically adept? In the process building a strange relationship with a hat possessing various corpses and visiting strange places?

The hat trying to put a leash on the sage as she either goes along with it, thinking its part of her training, or being gerenerally dullwittet.

If this interest you, feel free to send me a message on reddit. I don't expect you to give me your resumee but a small conversation started would be nice.