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[AndThatGuy]

Hello,

I have recently, as of last night, been accepted into these sacred boards. I am very interested in several different ideas. This format of posting is a lost art for me. Something I am still learning/re-learning. Please don't judge me to severely on how bland this looks. I'm not sure how to make or include my O/O's that wont just be posting them in my signature. I would happily do that, but I'm not sure what I am into. That's a small part of why I am here. See what I like.

I am searching for anyone willing to play F. I have a number of idea's but I would ideally post in PM's. I don't have any must do's. I'm still new* to roleplaying. The jargon is being learned slowly. If you need a little information on how I write I will include a first post from a roleplay I currently have. This is not to be considered the normal as it took quite a bit of time to truly lock in. I enjoy this as a daily hobby, but don't expect that in return. After a month I will consider it a dead story unless information to the opposite is shared.

I am probably a walking cliché so be prepared for that. I do like to chit-chat OOC. Sometimes I fan-boy over the story and characters. I also like to communicate with my partner if I am planning something and I don't know how they will feel about it. I will read O/O's but as I have a few partners this might become challenging. I will happily change the story should something be an off but communicating that is helpful.

As for my interest, I can do fandoms or literally anything. Historical would be my weakest point but if I am given a little bit of a run down, I will happily oblige, just don't expect a lot of cannon knowledge from me. Fandoms where I might excel at cannon would be naruto (told you walking cliché), death note, full metal alchemist, big bang theory, angel (would have to re-watch for names but I remember a good deal of it), charmed, supernatural, marvel, dc, Reacher, .hack (points to anyone who knows this <3), and well I have a long list of interest.

I am able and willing to play any M whos age is >18. I'm open to try most anything once. If I don't find it enjoyable you will be informed. I prefer a good story to smut, but sometimes the best story is under the sheets.

With all of that being written and my anxiety kicking my ass I will end with a thank you for reading this far.

P.S

I didn't forget to include the sample. Note this is a direct pull because I don't want to lie. I will have spelling and grammar mistakes. I always try to avoid them, but I am flawed.  Please see below.


 The gentleman had just entered the bar, his hair bewitched by the wind. Fingers got lost in the tangled mess as he tried unsuccessfully to baby it back into place. The collar around his neck seemed tried to strangle him. It laid around his clavicle, showing signs of multiple mutilations. His chocolate brown irises scanned the bar. Jean glad posteriors and a surprising number of flannel shirts glared back. He was surely in the wrong place.

His fingers withdrew his phone and danced over the glowing screen. He looked lost in a moment of reading, broken only as he looked up. His eyes narrowed on the sign and a sigh parted his lips. This was the place.

He reviewed himself in the mirror. Ashamed at what he saw. He looked homeless and as if he only have attempted to dress the part. The khaki colored pants clashed with the black shirt. His mind reported only doubts. He was fashion senseless. His clothes never fit correctly. How could he listen to his friends. Clearly, they pulled one over on him. A man shouldn't dress outside his comfort zone. He would be rejected and still be out the bill. He had planned his revenge in that moment.

Shortly there after it was forgotten. His gaze glossed over the only other person who stuck out half as much as he did. She seemed to fit the likeness of who he was supposed to look for. He turned on his heels and headed for the wash room. His chest was already filled with that knot. Panic was shining through his features. He needed to fix it. He had to try just a little more adamantly this time. Once he had splashed his face with cool water, and straighten his shirt as best as the fabric allowed. He gathered his game plan and then realized it was absurd. A blind date never works out. No one wants to be there. They've got little to no information available about the other person. Then like the sun at first light he had an idea.

With new unfounded confidence he stepped briskly to where she sat. He spoke softly towards the woman, while he hopped the festivities and music would drown him out, "Is this spot taken?" He questioned. His hand planted on the stool next to her.

He left the question in the air. She'd either shoo him away or ask for a repeat to his question.