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- Writer is an adult with two jobs. I may go a few days without replying so don't be afraid to give me a bump as a reminder
- I'm flexible with plots and different verses, if fantasy is not your preferred genre I can edit my character to fit a certain idea for any sort of plot
- NSFW Is accepted, but ONLY if it adds to the story
Eris was born into a poor family, in a time where elves were rare and sought after for many reasons. But her parents weren't in a position to care for a child and so Eris was sold to a brothel at a young age. Elven girls were especially high value in the slave trade for their eternal beauty and healing abilities for the more cruel clients.
Eris spent her childhood and most of her teen years in that brothel, but when her powers finally manifested she hadn't expected lightening to crackle at her fingertips. In a fit of rage and panic she had ended up burning that awful place to the ground with her lightening and was imprisoned because of it.
She didn't know how long she spent in that prison. It was below ground. A massive mine shaft for mining a rare ore, one that was crafted specifically for nullifying elven magic. They'd treated her worse than the brothel did. She was starved, whipped, beaten, and when the guards got drunk, they had a lot of fun with her.
She hadn't escaped, not really. After a particularly rough night at the hands of those guards, they took it too far. She was assumed to be dead, and they took her to a steep hill at the back of the prison. It was a steep incline, at the bottom was a raging river and that's where they'd tossed her body, thinking she'd be carried away by the current and never seen again. But some force had heard her suffering, the pained whimpers as she rolled down that hill, hitting rocks and roots and branches before landing in a shallow part of the water, her limp body catching on a fallen tree
She couldn't tell if she was awake or asleep, but a being appeared out of the dark nothingness. Male and cloaked in a black robe, his face obscured but the energy that surrounded him was awful. Dark and ancient. He promised her she'd never suffer again. He would gift her dark power. A power the ancients used a long while ago. The ability to phase in and out of shadow and to call upon unnatural forces, dark creatures that didn't belong in any world and in exchange? When she died, he'd claim her soul, and she'd be locked away in whatever horrid place he came from, and she accepted without any sort of thought except revenge.
She had eventually gotten revenge on those guards. That prison. No one knew where the creatures came from, or what they looked like. Large beings of shadow that moved too fast to detect much. Leathery skin, rotten maws filled with too large teeth, obsidian black eyes. She was a God. Comanding her lightening and the things of the ancients
After her revenge she had wanted to settle down, put all her anger and pain behind her and heal in peace. It had taken a while, but she had saved up enough money to buy a run down little building which she had turned into a store.
Eldritch Elixirs sat just at the edge of the city. Eris had restored the building. It was painted a deep blue, golden runes were painted along the entire doorway and on the window panes. Creeping ivy covered one side of the shop, crawling over a section of the peaked roof like a disfigured hand. The shop was cozy. Eris sold elixirs, alchemy ingredients, and other oddities and curiosities. It was a peaceful life. The one she'd always wanted. Most days she found herself sitting behind the counter writing in her business ledger or entertaining a small creature she had summoned and kept as her little pet, finding the dark creature too cute to send back to the void. It hung out on her shoulder most days, and she'd have conversations with it, able to understand the two toned growls in a language that was not of this earth.
Birthday:
February 14
I am open to new roleplay threads
Threads are Closed
Character Age
A few hundred years old
Character Species
Elf
Character Gender
Female
Character Relationship Status
Straight / Single / Sub
Character Appearance
Long orange hair with natural soft curls that bounce with her head movements
Complete Heterochromia - one sage green eye and one golden brown eye
Light freckles across her cheekbones and nose
Pale skin
Long black polished nails
Deep scars from whip lashes across her back and scars around her wrists from shackles
Elongated canines
Soft angular features
Short and slender
Character Personality
Shy and introverted
A little childish when it comes to certain things
Insecure and full of anxiety
Character Likes
Oddities
Tea
Stuffed animals
Books
Magic
Animals
Shiny things
Character Dislikes
Overly confident people
Spicy food
Hot weather / sunshine
Character History/Story
Eris was born into a poor family, in a time where elves were rare and sought after for many reasons. But her parents weren't in a position to care for a child and so Eris was sold to a brothel at a young age. Elven girls were especially high value in the slave trade for their eternal beauty and healing abilities for the more cruel clients.
Eris spent her childhood and most of her teen years in that brothel, but when her powers finally manifested she hadn't expected lightening to crackle at her fingertips. In a fit of rage and panic she had ended up burning that awful place to the ground with her lightening and was imprisoned because of it.
She didn't know how long she spent in that prison. It was below ground. A massive mine shaft for mining a rare ore, one that was crafted specifically for nullifying elven magic. They'd treated her worse than the brothel did. She was starved, whipped, beaten, and when the guards got drunk, they had a lot of fun with her.
She hadn't escaped, not really. After a particularly rough night at the hands of those guards, they took it too far. She was assumed to be dead, and they took her to a steep hill at the back of the prison. It was a steep incline, at the bottom was a raging river and that's where they'd tossed her body, thinking she'd be carried away by the current and never seen again. But some force had heard her suffering, the pained whimpers as she rolled down that hill, hitting rocks and roots and branches before landing in a shallow part of the water, her limp body catching on a fallen tree
She couldn't tell if she was awake or asleep, but a being appeared out of the dark nothingness. Male and cloaked in a black robe, his face obscured but the energy that surrounded him was awful. Dark and ancient. He promised her she'd never suffer again. He would gift her dark power. A power the ancients used a long while ago. The ability to phase in and out of shadow and to call upon unnatural forces, dark creatures that didn't belong in any world and in exchange? When she died, he'd claim her soul, and she'd be locked away in whatever horrid place he came from, and she accepted without any sort of thought except revenge
She had eventually gotten revenge on those guards. That prison. No one knew where the creatures came from, or what they looked like. Large beings of shadow that moved too fast to detect much. Leathery skin, rotten maws filled with too large teeth, obsidian black eyes. She was a God. Comanding her lightening and the things of the ancients
After her revenge she had wanted to settle down, put all her anger and pain behind her and heal in peace. It had taken a while, but she had saved up enough money to buy a run down little building which she had turned into a store.
Eldritch Elixirs sat just at the edge of the city. Eris had restored the building. It was painted a deep blue, golden runes were painted along the entire doorway and on the window panes. Creeping ivy covered one side of the shop, crawling over a section of the peaked roof like a disfigured hand. The shop was cozy. Eris sold elixirs, alchemy ingredients, and other oddities and curiosities. It was a peaceful life. The one she'd always wanted. Most days she found herself sitting behind the counter writing in her business ledger or entertaining a small creature she had summoned and kept as her little pet, finding the dark creature too cute to send back to the void. It hung out on her shoulder most days, and she'd have conversations with it, able to understand the two toned growls in a language that was not of this earth.
Character Inventory
A small pouch on her hip containing money, and a few ingredients for a quick healing salve
Character Abilites
Writer's Writing Style (OOC)
Paragraph, Multi-Para, One-liners
Writer's Favored Genres (OOC)
Fantasy, Romance, Violence, Realistic, Rated R, 18+, Gore, Comedy, Action, Adventure
About the Writer (OOC)
Friendly Elder emo Book worm
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Ooc: Hey thanks for accepting my request, your character looks really cool, hope to discuss something with you and start a story soon together. I'm pretty open to everything but enjoy writing sci-fi, fantasy settings.
I'm sorry for the second friend request. I was scrolling on my phone and hit your name by accident 😭
Drauf I wouldn't mind plotting something for sure
Hey how are you doing? Woudl you care to rp?
Hey fam, you mentioned having issues getting your character info on your page?
Instead of the 'edit profile' section, When you look on your page there should be two text boxes you can edit and add information in. That's how a lot of people edit their info to look the way they like, along with customizing the page.
Shoot me a message or drop a comment on my page if you have any questions!