Hello, all! My name is Elle. I am a novella role player with a decade of experience. I prefer genres such as romance, fantasy, adventure, and historical fiction, but I tend to be a rather open book. I love to write, and I am extremely detailed. I typically type out multiple (8<) paragraphs, but I can tone it down for the right plot. I am looking for someone to write my heart out with! I love really messy, complicated plot twists and intricate back ground stories and well developed side characters. Like seriously, let’s basically write a novel! I prefer discord but will role play here as well. Any gender pairing is fine with me as long as I play female; though I must admit I love fxf pairings! I will go over my rules in chat. They’re pretty basic. Just avoid certain yucky subjects, and we’re good! I have the next three days off so I’m hoping to really kick something good off! Must be 18 or older as I am an adult, and I do not feel comfortable taking to minors. I will attach a short writing example to the bottom of this message. Hit up my dms with a little about you and a writing sample if you have one. Have a lovely day!

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.

The assassin woke slowly as she felt the cool rain drops pitter patter onto the pale skin of her forehead. She grumbled as she sat up, her white hair sodden with mud from the now soggy earth that she had been resting upon. She squinted her brilliant green eyes as she looked up to the angry sky. Morning already? She had barely gotten a nights rest. Then, in the blink of an eye, the slow drizzle turned into an absolute down pour. The leaf canopy the forrest provided did little to protect her from becoming absolutely drenched. She murmured a slew of curse words as she tried to find better coverage. She had to be miles from any sort of building, town, or inn; hell she would even take a barn stable over this. She loved rain once, but that part of her died long ago.

She tossed her quiver-boasting around 30 poisoned arrows-over her shoulder before pulling the hood of her brown leather cloak over her head. Well, if she couldn’t sleep any longer, she might as well continue on her travels. She had a deadline after all, and Gods was she hungry. She had run out of Beakweigh jerky the morning prior and her stomach roared with anguish. Perhaps she was a tad bit dramatic, but in true Elora fashion, the sooner she found breakfast the better… for everyone. The assassin had a bit of a “hanger management” problem. You’d think the most well known hit man on the east continent would be able to sustain a day or two without a hot meal.

Elora knelt once more picking up a green cloth bag that she slung over her left shoulder. Her opposing hand held a beautiful wooden long bow with markings etched along the back and belly; not her weapon of choice but it was crucial to be equipped for long distance combat. A small squeak came from the bag as a tiny black wyvern peaked its head out the top. Dragons were thought to be extinct, and most had died, but she had stumbled upon a lone hatchling weeks prior that had somehow taken a liking to her. The creature put her greatly at risk, but she couldn’t turn it away. It would have died alone, and the thing had some sort of odd connection with her. Something that she did not yet understand. Perhaps, it was due to the fact that they were both fire breathing bitches. The wyvern crawled up her arm and onto her shoulder. “You have to keep low once we get into civilization, but for now I suppose you are alright,” Elora said with a sigh. She had a thick, unrecognizable accent. She had spent time mastering many accents as she had found her own made her come off as far more intimidating. People don’t like different, and her native tongue and way of speaking could get in the way of her work. But here alone, she couldn’t help but relish in the feeling of how the words slipped off of her tongue. The familiar feeling brought her closer to the home she had lost many years ago. A home that no longer existed.