So, name's Kendra, better known as Arceus. (Hi, hello, it's so nice to meet you!)
I'm a middle-aged (I think I'm a millennial) fluffmuffin in the midwest USA (central time), and I have more pets than friends. (I really do. I wish I was kidding. Why am I this way.) I have some crazy sleep disorders that cause me to... basically slowly alter when I sleep, like today I'll go to sleep at 11am and tomorrow it may be 1pm. And it just slowly crawls like that. Next week, I may be going to sleep at 4pm. Wut u gun do. I'm a big romance fan, but I also really love other plots, particularly family and close friend ones. I'm a code whiz-kid, wrote my own forum software, even, and kind of heart-on-my-sleeve. It's pretty easy to gauge my moods. Because I'll tell you. I guess real-life interaction is so draining and difficult for me (I'm a really socially-anxious person IRL, and I have a seriously intense fear of phone calls - I must also be a masochist because I worked in a call centre for a year rofl), but computer interaction... isn't? I still have days where I'm either super busy and can't talk much, or I just. Don't want to talk. But they're few and far between, and I'm a pretty vocal, friendly open person otherwise. (Sometimes too open. I'm sorry.)
But I believe in giving what you get, so I'm always willing to lend an ear and support if a friend needs it. It's a give and take with me. I'm also way too old, busy, and lazy, to bother with lying or whatever, so I'm pretty honest. If something isn't working for me, I'll tell you. ... with any luck that won't be after a week of only getting 4 hours of sleep a night post a real-life crisis, but you know, sometimes that happens, too. I try not to like unload all my problems on people, because everybody's got their own issues too, and that's you know, I don't want to go unloading on people that are already messed up in their own lives.
I'm in a closed polyamorous triad, so I have a girlfriend and a boyfriend, and they are also dating each other. This, combined with my open-door policies, means there are some kinds of romance plot angles that I just don't... do, very well. If it requires... irrational jealousy... jealousy in general... I just can't. I can't do it. People expect some kind of huge, dramatic blow-out and my char's just like "Okay!" and I can't... even... make excuses LOL. It just never goes dramatic. Triangles and dating-one-person-but-falling-for-another type things, cheating shit, just really doesn't. Yeahno. (I'm also a Hufflepuff, does it show? Lol)
Anyway. Like I said, I'm a really open person, so just ask me stuff. I love love love plot-bantering, and I can be a really force-of-nature-y type personality and get really excited and into stuff and kinda take over, but it's fine to be like "No Kendra. Slow down. Let's talk about this," or whatnot. It's also fine to be like, "Hey, so I don't really like where this plot's going," so we can talk about it and come to a good median. I like my RP partners enjoying the stuff as much as I am, and I have absolutely never reacted badly to anyone being like "Whoa pony." (I can Sense it if you're not happy. I'm a Pisces, baby, we have a sixth sense for these things. I will figure it out. You may as well tell me before it snowballs into double-sided resentment.) I'm also pretty autistic and get kind of socially inept, and also have schizo-affective-related word-shutdowns sometimes, pre-emptive I'm sorry.
Mk, ahm. Some characters I have more control over. Other ones do whatever they want, when they want, and I just translate their babbling into prose. There are also occasional characters that surprise even me, so sometimes those curve-balls they throw, yeah I didn't even see that coming, either, so I'm just as shocked as you are. Minor god-moding, like leading my character somewhere, or picking them up if it makes sense for the moment, or whatever, those're fine, you never have to ask about that. Honestly, if it makes sense for the moment, I'm usually okay with it. If not, I'll tell you.
How much, and how often, I post, really depends on the character, the thread, and how busy I am IRL. I've ping-ponged 150-post-long threads into existence in under eight hours before, and then had another thread shortly after end up taking 3 months to finish. I've also posted anywhere from 110 words to 3,336. (No, really 3,336, I counted because it was a Monster and I wanted to know why.) I try not to post-splice, but if my partner starts doing it, I sometimes will, too, so it won't confuse me if you splice. I can also handle large-cast group threads without getting confused. Depending on the character, some of mine don't really do much around talking, others only ever do things. I've had characters type up 5-800 words worth of post and not say a damn thing, I've also had 2,000 words of talking. So, uh, honestly, all my characters are different, and they all express differently, and your experience with one will often be different from your experience with another, sometimes quite drastically.
(I play a good number of not-white characters. Just. Fair warning.)
I don't have many, and the ones I do have are kind of rare to run into, so if you get close, I'll let you know.
I don't shy away from mature threads, but I'm not a big fan of gore, and I'm not opposed to fading to black, but I won't default to it, so if you prefer FtB let me know cause I'll keep going. Lol
Plots I'd Like
UUUUGH FAMILY, PLEASE, please, god. Lol I have so many family-related plots that I really want to play out and nobody ever wants to do them with me (PLEEEEEASE please).
I'd love some more solid poly relationships.
Also always up for mono relationships too. I usually play males, actually, can go mxf or mxm.
Omg I'd like to venture into fxf.
So for some examples:
Okay everyone loves Axel, so let's start with Axel. Lol he has quite a number of bff-turned-crush openings across all the boards he's on. Most of the time this ends up reciprocated, but I don't really mind if it ends up one-sided and actually that might be... interesting. Anyway. He has multiple set ups, on one site he's basically a brothel-slave-turned-gladiator, on another he's an 18 year old FTM trying to figure himself out and also pregnant so he's kind of stressed, oh and the street gang shooting at him isn't making it any better, and then on the other, he's an 118 year old vampire running four companies. He could also theoretically handle more family members, actually he has a want for an aunt... on one site (the bb 18 year old).
I also have several familial openings for Kassandros, he is the head of a major house and kind of a pretty much messed up 17 year old that doesn't really know what love is. He could go psychotic pretty easily, but he hasn't. Somehow. Yet. Probably by virtue of being very kind to his slaves, and his slaves in turn practically worshipping the air he exists around. There's a potential for an aunt or uncle somewhere just going le sigh at him, and maybe trying to help him and his fellow triplets figure life out. He's also got friend openings in form of the criminal syndicate he formed out of his House's vassals. I did kind of have an idea where one of his vassals turns on him ("turns") because they don't want him to become Imperator, they want him to live. Maybe some romance tinges, maybe not, idk, yanno how it is.
I have a cousin of one of my female characters who went through a pretty abusive relationship. They have a huge backstory actually, their family's kind of racist (they're black) against everyone not black, and my girl fell for a "white" guy, one cousin married a Persian man, and this one married a white woman. Depending on which site, either my girl died and this cousin's son, Adrian, was adopted by Kassander, or my girl eventually goes looking for not-messed-up family members and offers to take legal guardianship of Adrian. Either way, he realises that that house is not a home Adrian will ever do well in, and forfeits parental rights, goes through a divorce, and tries to figure his life out, and my girl's there to help him do it (the site she's dead on, she returned as an angel). Toss in figuring out this magic stuff, which does run in their family but very distantly, and yeah. There's a lot of drama and baggage and healing to do here.
Ah, both Suyis and Selverya run a pirate group. Selverya's is larger, the Blackram Marauders actually encompass many fleets with many ships and many Captains and many Admirals. Selverya's an Admiral, so she heads an entire fleet.
Have plenty of other characters that could have family members, or lovers, or both, you know. Lots of them have sibling or child openings. Some need parents. Yeah.
It was unsurprising Mikhail found that small bit angering. Kassander knew more than Mikhail thought he did; certainly, he didn't get into things without being very aware of what it was he was getting into. What was with these numbers, anyway? One would think, with how much the world had changed since Kassandros was born, it'd have become less common, and there'd be fewer people whose parents seemed to have screwed them over. Then again, there were billions more people in the world; maybe the rates were lower than they seemed. Kassander wasn't going to bother with the maths.
Instead, a little bit of the ice in his eyes went away, and he moved, reaching over and resting his hand on one of Mikhail's, for a moment. It took a second, but, Kass could feel it, when the emotional energies shifted from the Russian to him. Traditionally negative emotions often... for lack of better term, "tasted" terrible, but for some reason, on the rare occasions he absorbed Mikhail's negative emotions, they were always tinged with a hint of something sweeter, strong enough to counter-balance whatever negative thing Kassander had stolen from him this time. He knew what it was.
He pretended he had no idea.
"I didn't ask that time," he said, pulling his hand back. "Sorry about that." But it seemed like... no. He'd just wanted to take it away from him, and the thing about Kassander was, unlike most that wanted things like that, he could. That was dangerous, actually. Mikhail had never properly dealt with it, and come to think of it, he wasn't sure Axel ever had, either. Kassander shouldn't be just stealing it away. The things they felt, they were what still kept them human, and Mikhail would never grow from it until... it'd been a hundred years, since then. Maybe there was always going to be a young boy in him somewhere that just wanted a father.
And maybe there'd always be a young boy in Kassander that did, too.
Most of the time, yeah, it was a silly thing to dwell on. Everybody knew that everybody died, someday. Once in a while, though, death wasn't as permanent as it should've been. He probably shouldn't have told ... uh, god, basically, to go fuck itself in not so many words, but, it was too late for that. Adrian was right; daevas didn't go back to their original lives, or they weren't supposed to. Jesse had broken a lot of rules for him, probably, and somehow, he really couldn't care. The Light did and did not seem annoyed. As it happened, it almost seemed like the Light had expected it. Well, Jesse probably was that predictable.
He didn't say anything, at first, turning to face his lap, setting the book he was pretending to read on the table. He didn't sound like he'd take it badly, at least, but he supposed if there was a higher chance that he would, the Light probably would've been more insistent than it was. Was that something the Light really knew, though? Maybe not. Ahh, he had no idea how to...
"D'you remember, eighth grade homecoming? I didn't have a date, but I wanted to go, just, not alone. All my other friends had dates, you know how pre-teens do that thing where they pair off, and I was the only one still single by then. Lame, but, I always figured I'd find the right one when I was meant to. Somehow, I managed to talk you into going to the middle school dance with me. Gosh you weren't terribly pleased about it, but, you came. I always had more friends than you, and, pretty much all of my other friends went, bunches of 'em decided to talk to me. Despite them asking, I never did leave you. We were going stag, just together, you know, back then it was fashionable anyway, going to dances stag like a rebel, but, thinking back on it, I don't think we were."
A breath in, release; he laughed slightly. "It's stupid and cheesy, probably, you know me, I'm good at stupid and cheesy, so realistically, no one's surprised. It took another year, before I told you, but I realised, in how I didn't want to leave you alone at a function full of people where you certainly don't really flourish, in how I kept finding myself staring at you all night, in how I panicked for just a second when I couldn't find you, in how I really didn't want anyone's attention but yours, that I'd already found the right one and it was stupid and selfish and I'm sorry. ... the Light said I had to stay. That I couldn't go back because Jesse was dead and he was supposed to stay that way, but I know now. What you didn't tell me. I didn't mean to make it worse. I didn't mean to hurt you. And just like I didn't want to leave you by yourself at the dance, I didn't want you to be alone, so... I uh. I might've flipped god off... I don't remember the accident. ... are my parents okay?"
He needed more complication in his life, he did. So the universe answered, apparently, and here he was, nine pregnancy tests later (every fucking one was positive), sitting on the swinging bench on the front porch, watching the sunset and trying not to have a giant melt-down. That sounded worse than he meant it, really. Any other time, maybe he'd even be kind of excited, you know, having a baby was a capital Big Deal, your life changed in all kinds of ways, and that was sort of the point of life, he figured. Having kids, continuing your bloodline, making a difference in other people's lives, these were things that weren't always tangible, but generally ended up meaning the most. Being remembered, that was how people that weren't innately immortal lived forever, and teaching the next generation to do better was how the world changed and improved.
It was kind of nice, in a sense, to have the opportunity to be a part of that, but he had other problems, too, maybe problems that didn't necessarily set him up on the best foundation for raising a kid. Didn't people do things where they went to doctors and stuff all the time when they were pregnant? It wasn't like he'd know. He didn't know anyone that'd been pregnant around him. Aunt Nat hadn't even glanced in the direction of having children, which was unfortunate, because she'd make a great mom, already did as far as Axel was concerned. She'd been the mom his own mom couldn't be there to be, and no, Axel wasn't bitter about it. It wasn't like his mom had been like, okay, I had this fucked up mess of a child, let me die now. (He wouldn't admit it, but sometimes, he wondered about that, usually when he'd had a few too many cheap beers.)
He should tell them. He didn't have medical coverage, though, prenatal care might be rather expensive. Having the kid in the first place would probably be pretty expensive. What he actually needed was a better job, or to work more, as he didn't put in enough hours to make nearly enough to support a kid. They needed, like, diapers and food and clothes and they were constantly outgrowing their clothes, too, and he wasn't sure if they had any of the stuff from when he was a kid, if not, he'd need furniture and whatnot. Mostly, he'd been avoiding thinking about it. Because thinking about it always eventually led back to wondering whose it was, then remembering there was no real way of knowing anyhow, and even if there was, it wasn't like either he or the kid would have any sort of relationship with them.
He should tell them. Mikhail was pretty skilled at picking up on Axel-is-hiding-something, and aunt Nat wasn't far behind (apparently, she knew he was a he before he did). What if they asked normal questions to ask? Like, whose it was? What was he supposed to say? Sure, Axel had flings, but he never had irresponsible ones. And when he said he didn't know, because he didn't, it'd be pretty obvious what happened. And honestly, Axel wasn't sure he was ready to admit it happened. Because in saying it did, however indirectly, it made it a little more real, harder to ignore, and yes, he knew he shouldn't ignore it anyway, but what the fuck else was he supposed to do with it? And he knew, he'd known walking out on the Tigers would end badly. He knew that. He did it anyway. So it wasn't like he had room to complain about it, because, what, it was bad in a way he didn't like? Tough shit, right?
Uuugh. He slid down in his seat, switching from staring at the trees to staring at the porch ceiling. It wasn't like he hadn't been off since then, anyway. The usual vibrancy was only sort of there, and when it was, it was strained, like he had to try too hard, and he did. Had he ever mentioned he was bad with his own feelings? He was.
I have several sites I'm on right now, so, I'd prefer scooting onto one of those. One is a private modern fantasy set in Rochester, NY, another is a modern fantasy world on a multigenre 1x1-style site (this one and the Rochester site are set up notably differently, so they are not the same), then I'm on a historical-esque fantasy site with magitech, and run an AU Bleach site. Any one of these has several chars we can get plotting together with, just let me know which one sounds more interesting. I don't think I have time for another site, sadly. Sorry! :cc If a really good site I like comes along I may be willing to try another so it's not a hard rule, I just also can't promise I'll stay on it. (Weird stuff flips my switches off and Gaia is just about ready for version 1 release so Idk if my time will remain quite as open as it is now either.)
You can message me on Discord (Arceus#0521) I answer a LOT faster.
I JUST WANT SOMEBODY TO LOOOOOVE LET ME LOVE YOUUUUU. Okay I'm done.