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Preferred Genres

  • Preferred Genres: Horror & Supernatural, Human, Science Fiction, Fandom see below, Other See below
  • Specific Preferred Genres:

    I'm super flexible on genres! Beyond what's listed in unwanted genres, I'm pretty open, though I'm less likely to join a fandom site. I would much prefer a site where I can write this character with his original abilities (Utahraptor shapeshifter) but that's not allowed in most places so that's not required. 

Unwanted Genres

  • Unwanted Genres: Animals, Medieval Magic, Historical, School & College, Fandom see below
  • Specific Unwanted Genres:

    No historical, medieval, kink/smut, Dragonriders of Pern, animal-only, or school- or college-centric. I also don't want a site hosted on Proboards or comm/rapidfire heavy. Site must have a Discord, mandatory use of trigger warnings, and some sort of tagging and subscription system. 

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About Me

Huh? Am I a sucker for angsty slow burn romances? I don't know why you'd ask that. My preference would be to get recruited to a public site, but I'm also open to private sites or google docs. No email or Discord rps, though, sorry. 

 

Other than what I've said above, I'm super open to... anything, when it comes to sites. Any skin color, font size, writing level, age restriction, activity requirement, word count. I really and truly do not care as long as it doesn't have anything I listed as not wanting. I'm also really open with writing partners! There are a few requirements I have, but they're not horrible. I ask that you can write 300+ words per post, post at least biweekly, and that I won't have to struggle to understand your posts because of grammar or spelling errors. Other than that, I don't care. Easy, right? 

Play Style

I'm a bit flexible on my partners powerplaying. If you want to say that my character follows yours or takes something they're handed, cool! If you want to say that your character wins a fight in a single hit and kills mine, not so cool! I can rapidfire sometimes but I typically take a little longer to get posts done. I only stand on my head when I can't think of the word I want to use. 

 

My posts vary, as I try to post match what my partner gives me, but I do prefer the 4-500 word range. I usually post within a week but occasionally things get crazy and it can take twice as long. I don't powerplay, metagame, godmode, start drama, harass people for posts, or other annoying things. I can handle criticism and people saying no, and I communicate when something doesn't work for me. I'll write any heavy or dark subjects that you like besides what I said I don't write above. Or edit or cut anything to fit your comfort levels! 

As for writing style, well, I call myself a roleplay chameleon, because chameleons are cool. My default style is past tense, third person, but I can use any format you want. Template, no template, all lowercase, proper caps, present tense, first person, whatever suits your preferences. I'm the same way OOC! If you like to share gifs and headcanons and work out random details of their backstory, I'll talk all day long. If you like radio silence, you'll never hear from me unless I need clarification on your post or something. Just let me know. 

IC Limits

Things I don't write: 

  • Smut 
  • Rape/non-con/dub-con 
  • Explicit pet death, injury, or sickness 
  • Explicit physical abuse (referenced/implied okay) 
  • Explicit racism, sexism, homophobia, or transphobia (referenced/implied okay) 
  • Cheating between our characters 

Plots I'd Like

This got a lot longer than I thought it would and I know myself well enough that I'd never get around to posting it if I went back to edit things out, so here's a TL;DR of the plot I'm looking to write with someone. My character was suddenly widowed and needed help taking care of his four kids, so he hired a live in babysitter. Your character is that babysitter, and they're either starting to fall in love, or fell in love a while ago and are currently in a solid relationship. 95% of the details below are negotiable. 

 

Okay, here goes. I have an OC that I've played for years, and I've been thinking about a plot like this half as long, so I figured it was about time that I put up a buddy request and see if I could tempt anyone into writing it with me. My character's name is Rowan Castañeda. His playby is Óscar Jaenada. His age isn't set in stone, and if your site doesn't have a +/-5 rule, can be anything from early thirties to late forties. I've written him all this time as a Utahraptor shapeshifter, but I can change that to fit your site's rules, if you have a site, and if it's one that allows abilities. His history up until his discharge is pretty set, but other than that, things can be played with. 

Rowan was born and raised in rural California, and got kicked out by his parents at seventeen for being queer. He moved in with his uncle, who lived in Los Angeles, and enlisted in the Marine Corps at eighteen. Eleven years after he enlisted, there was a fuckup in intelligence that led to him being shot and nearly killed. He spent a month in ICU thanks to a botched surgery and then complications from the emergency second surgery. The whole mess resulted in him not fully healing, which meant he got a medical discharge. That alone was a major life change. And then, since the universe decided to hate him, he found out that his wife had died in a car accident while he was recovering from the second surgery. That left him injured, exhausted, alone, without the person he loved more than anything... and the single father of a preteen daughter and two-year-old triplets. 

That's where the point of this buddy request comes in. To avoid going utterly insane, Rowan hired a live-in babysitter. There was just no way he could handle everything on his own. Rowan relied on them for a lot, and their job ended up going way beyond babysitter, since Rowan wasn't able to do a whole lot around the house until he got through physical therapy, and was in a really shitty headspace at first thanks to grief and depression from the loss of his wife. Considering how much of a handful even one toddler would be, much less three, the babysitter was definitely told up front that they were going to be needed for a long time. That was probably no surprise to them once they were told the circumstances leading to them being hired. Chances were that it also wasn't a surprise to anyone (except Rowan) when he started to fall for them after a couple years of living together platonically. 

And I'm looking for someone to play them! The two routes I have in mind are 1) it's a couple years after the babysitter was hired and the romance is still in its very beginning stages, or 2) they've already settled into their relationship and have been settled for years. If you have something else in mind, I'm open to hearing it. Either way, this is/was a very slow burn romance that took forever to begin. Rowan went through a lot in a very short time, and was at his lowest when he met this person. He also wasn't expecting to ever fall in love again after losing his wife. It took him by surprise when he realized he'd developed feelings for someone and he tried to ignore them for a while. Even once he acknowledged having them, he was resisting the idea of another relationship because he didn't really think he was worth dating, plus there's some lingering unresolved issues/trauma over losing his wife. I like my angst, whoops. 

I'm open to pretty much anything when it comes to the character. I have a bit of an itch to see their face claim as Chris Evans but you can use anyone. The only two things that are set in stone is that they're going to end up together (finals/endgame/whatever you want to call it) and that the babysitter was, well, a babysitter when they met. So, they'd need to be someone who likes kids. Maybe they liked kids so much that they wanted to work with them full time, maybe it was a part time job they could do while working on something else like programming or translating, who knows? Whether or not they're still working as one is up to you, like everything else. 

Maybe they're someone who genuinely cared about Rowan and his kids from the beginning, who supported him instead of judging him when things got bad, and that's what led to Rowan falling for them. Maybe they fell for him first, or they had their own trauma from past relationships that has them also reluctant to get into another one. Or maybe the two of them seriously got off on the wrong foot, the babysitter only stayed because they needed the money, and it took a while for them to warm up to each other. Like I said, you can do whatever, I just like to offer a few options for potential starting off points. 

Writing Samples

Here's a couple posts I've done on other sites for Rowan. Want more? Just ask. 

 

 

 

It was strangely peaceful in the middle of the desert in the middle of the night. Which was why Rowan had been hanging out about an hour from civilization for the past three hours, on a sleeping bag he'd unrolled in the bed of his pickup. There was a variety of nighttime critters wandering around, even though the nearest watering hole was several miles away, but he'd dismissed the idea of hunting. Tonight was just one of those lazy kind of nights where he could take his contacts out and relax as long as he wanted without having to worry about anything. 

The only reason he started packing up the few things he'd brought with him was because he got it into his head that he wanted waffles. That was not unusual. Pancakes, waffles, crepes, and similar breakfast foods were easily his favourites, which was no small thing considering that Rowan liked nearly all food. And since he wasn't going to be able to get delivery or make his own out here in the desert, the sensible thing to do was to take the highway towards town until he saw a diner. 

Which would probably mean sad, soggy pancakes, rather than the nice fluffy waffles he was thinking of, so maybe not. 

Fortunately it wasn't just diners that he saw on his way to Kalopsia. You couldn't go wrong with Waffle House. Or at least, you couldn't go wrong with the local Waffle House, which somehow remained exactly the same despite the fact that it kept showing up in different places in the area. That made no sense to him but it didn't take a genius to realize that this entire place was nuts. Moving restaurant? Not the absolute weirdest thing that could be happening and he could put up with a lot for good food. 

He pulled into the parking lot, killed the engine, and studied the contact case sitting in the cubbyhole under the radio. Nah. He wasn't going to be here very long and chances were that the waitress inside wasn't going to pay attention to him. Or even if she did, he could always just keep his eyes on his phone. Yeah, that sounded like a solid plan. He grabbed his hat and stepped out of his truck, not bothering to lock it. Nobody else was out here besides the two cars that he assumed belonged to the people working. 

Okay, and something big and winged up on the sign. What the hell was that? It sort of looked like a moth. Yeah, sure, great, there was a six-foot-tall moth clinging to the Waffle House sign along the highway forty miles from the nearest town. Hungry though he was, this took precedence. 

“Yo,” he shouted up at the moth-thing. “What are you doing?” 

 

 

 

 

 

Rowan heard knocking. This was not unusual, as it could be anything from a loose fitting on one of the appliances in the kitchen to someone trying to break into the trailer next door. But this sounded like a very specific kind of knocking, the kind that was somebody trying to get into his trailer. It was late enough that he was asleep, or trying to be, and so he did what anyone would do. 

 

He pulled his pillow over his head and closed his eyes. 

 

This did nothing to stop the noise, but it made it a little quieter, enough that he could more or less ignore it. He only knew one person that was likely to have invited herself to come over at this time of night. And if it wasn't someone that he knew, then they were certainly not going to get whatever they wanted from him. Rowan was not the kind of neighbour who played heavy metal music at three in the morning but he was also not the kind of neighbour who helped someone who needed their car battery jumped. 

 

Junior was someone he usually got along with. Until she somehow yelled loud enough to make him jump, and for the sake of being petty, he reached for the earbuds lying on his nightstand in a tangled mess. He'd like to see her yell long and loud enough that he took them off and went to go see what she wanted. If she did, honestly, she would probably deserve to at least come in and sleep on the couch. It wouldn't make him appreciate the racket she was making, but determination got results, even with him. 

 

And then came an actual scream that sounded like she'd been attacked by something which would have cut through any music he'd been playing. Rowan yanked out the earbuds and got out of bed, immediately on the alert. The Damn Cat was the furthest thing from his mind as he moved. Until now, there was no sign that anyone had been in the trailer (and he was probably the only person in a half mile radius not looking to see what all the damn noise was) but only fifteen seconds or so had passed between Junior's scream and Rowan's door opening. 

 

“What are you screaming about?” he asked, his words soon followed by a yawn. His concern had evaporated the moment he saw her standing alone with a stick in her hand. Instead he slouched against the frame of the door, shirtless, in what had once been pajama pants but had at some point been cut into faded dark green shorts. He was very unimpressed with the fact that he was awake. 

 

 

 

 

 

Rowan was, by many accounts, a lazy bastard. It was why he usually didn't bother with leaving NNYC. Officially he was there as a scout for the Guardians, to expand their reach from Trader's Town and find more people for their cause. But really he just did whatever he wanted and was helpful enough that Guardian leadership didn't feel like complaining about it. Erik Lehnsherr had proven to be a very reasonable man and that was really the only reason that Rowan bothered to still work with them. 

And he'd spent the last couple weeks outside NNYC, as a raptor instead of as a human for once. It meant he had no idea what had been going on in the city or around it, so once he'd gotten dressed again, he'd headed to one of the shops. By now it had been several years since he'd first met a lady named Cinderella. At first Rowan had found it a little weird to be talking to someone whose name he associated with a fairy tale princess from an animated movie. 

But she'd proven to be much different than what little he knew about her from the Disney movies. In fact, he'd ended up liking her quite a bit. At first he'd just thought that she was some kind of ditzy blond that only cared about clothes and he'd been close to writing her off as a waste of his time. Then he'd figured out the truth and suggested they have a working relationship. He told her what the Guardians were going to be up to in the area, she told him what was going on outside the city. He liked to think it was a good idea. 

Then, since he'd dropped off the radar for half the month, he figured he was behind on a few things. So he'd gone to visit Cinderella's shoe store. Rowan looked a little out of place among her usual clientele, but that didn't bother him. Not much did unless someone thought they could threaten him. Those people were few and far between, and he dealt with them pretty easily in most cases. But Cindy? Yeah, she was no trouble at all for him. He kind of considered her as something like a friend. 

So he let himself into the shop, glancing around to see if anything had changed, and let his gaze move over the handful of people inside until... There she was. Cin-der-ell-a. He still thought her name was kind of weird, but then again, she probably thought his abilities were strange too. Most people did unless they were shifters themselves. But they got along pretty well and he didn't exactly regret any of the time he spent hanging around her shop and probably annoying the shit out of her. 

“Hello, Cindy,” he said, hands in the pockets of his jeans. As he'd come into the shop, he'd bumped his hat back, no longer needing to shield his reptilian eyes from the sun. They tended to be a little sensitive to bright light but he had no desire to try to hide what he was from other people. Besides, he'd told Cinderella what he was pretty early on. Why waste time? “I'm sure you've missed me. What have you been up to the last couple of weeks? Bet it was boring without me around,” he added with a smirk. 

 

 

 

 

 

Rowan seemed to always end up circling back around to New New York. Mostly the parts that reminded him of the corresponding city from his home reality, because he'd had some good times there. But the whole place had proven to be pretty interesting to him. He'd been on Haven for almost four years, more than enough time to get used to the way things worked, and he knew that being in the center of all the activity was the best place to find trouble. 

Wasn't like any of the Guardians could tell him 'no', either. In fact, once he'd broken a guy's arm for touching his hat, they'd seemed to be remarkably okay with letting him do what he wanted. He liked that. Even though he'd always taken contracts where he'd had to listen to someone, he much preferred to do his own thing. Haven was a good place for that kind of mentality, even if he did technically still have to listen to the leader of the Guardians when he was around them at the base. 

Probably one of the reasons he kept going back to New New York. He'd wandered into one of the less populated boroughs, since most people didn't really like it when there was a six foot tall dinosaur just wandering around the streets doing what he wanted. Besides, the heart of the city was a little too busy and loud for him, with the prey drive a raptor had. There was no way he wouldn't get in trouble if he actually tried to hunt something within city limits. Even if it wasn't strictly something sentient. 

He hadn't expected to hear anyone yelling, and he tilted his head as he got to his feet. The building had been empty, as far as he'd known, but someone had to have showed up while he was napping. Rowan trotted out of the room he'd been sleeping in and around the corner, pausing part of the way down the hallway. Now he was just beginning to pick up a different scent, but he wasn't sure what it was. Or rather, who it was, given that they were still yelling for their mother. Interesting. 

And then the door opened and it was a kid. Rowan snorted and drew himself up, his crest flicking up as an indication of his surprise. Well that wasn't what he had been expecting at all. He took a few steps, which brought him within a couple feet of the doorway, and shifted from moving on his back legs to standing on all four so he could get a better look. A soft chirr came from his half-open mouth as he tilted his head to eye the boy directly and laid down in the hall. 

It'd be a dick move if he was trying to scare the kid, but he figured it would happen anyway. He made another chirping noise as his crest dropped to lay against his head in a more relaxed position. With his surprise over, he was more curious than anything. Mostly about what a kid was doing here alone. New arrivals showed up on their own all the time, but it was just as possible for him to have run away from home or something. Rowan stretched out his nose to sniff at the boy's face, wondering if he would panic. 

Other Information

I think that's it? It's certainly a lot! I feel like I should have a cooler full of protein bars and Gatorades to offer you if you read that whole thing. I can't think of anything else to mention, but if you have any questions, just ask! Reply here, PM me, or DM me on Discord at DarthKenobi#1485. Also, if you're looking to have me join a site you're on, tell me a little bit about it besides just dropping the link or ad. 



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