Thirsting for a refreshing drink (F for M)

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Hello there! If you want to know some about me, then PM me to ask any specific questions. Otherwise, I feel that glancing at my current and past works will give you an idea of what I enjoy to play.

I can tell you that I am open to a variety of ideas and if you think I am compatible with you, shoot me a message!

I am happy to do any general pairings or ideas that you think would work well with us. I will always consider any ideas and suggestions and will never say no without giving you a chance.

Here is the first post of a game I started and it didn't go far. The idea is that two people meet in two different places and have no idea they are the same person. One is at school, they are in the same group for a class. The other is a type of club where everyone where's masks to cover their identity. Interested? Then read on!

A sign of a photography major; getting up 3 hours before you first class of the semester to take pictures of the sunrise. Another sign of a photography major; getting to your first class-which has nothing to do with photography- 30 minutes early just to look through the pictures you shot an hour ago for the third time trying to decide which ones to print in between classes. Mayla Hawthorn was guilty of showing each of those signs. Being on scholarship at an Ivy League school that forced her to declare a minor in education in order for her to keep the scholarship was not what Mayla had planned three years ago when applying for college. She had planned on going to a state school and spending all her time with photography. But her high GPA in highschool, impressive test scores, and a check to the school from her parents had convinced Cornell that they wanted her. Mayla had been ready to support herself through state school since her parents had refused to pay for it since photography "wouldn't get her anywhere." She had even taken on a few jobs to make the money; some practical and others... different. But she was here. Engrossed in her work as ever.

Mayla hardly even noticed the time passing as people started to mill into the class, completely lost in her camera. But as chairs began to scrape against the ground and people began pulling out books, she forced herself to put her camera away and pull out her notebook. Mayla brushed her shoulder length wavy brown hair out of her face, her average body type relaxed against the chair. Finally set, she glanced around the room not surprised at the rather small size of the class. Usually "Student-Driven study" meant work and this was one of the few elective classes that were negotiable to be in. For Mayla, she loved learning outside of lectures and discovering ideas on her own. It was that drive that got her the scholarship after all.




An old chapel outside Ithaca. Down the street is an abandoned fire house and across is a warehouse. How did she remember all this over four years? And why was she curious now? dress to impress, Mayla remembered that too.

Before finding out about Cornell University, Mayla had planned on paying her way through college, which meant she had to make money. When her job at the florist wasn't making enough, one of Mayla's friends suggested she find jobs on the internet. To this day Mayla couldn't remember how that shaped into her hosting a webcam show. A part of her past that she did not want to relive. One of her customers had stood out to her though to be a genuinely nice guy who had given her some advice once when he was the only one online and she was having an off day. She was having a hard time coming up with some ideas for a photo project. He told her a few things and then after mentioned if she ever needed a place to spark her creativity, he knew a place in New York that might do the trick. He had not given specifics except that it was a club kept low key in normal society but it might tickle her fancy.

Which was why Mayla was standing in front of an abandoned fire house in a tight black skirt and silver tank top under a light jacket with high heels looking down the street at an old chapel where a few people had just entered.

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Here is another one of my ideas using a first post. This one is set in the Star Wars era.

The idea behind this one is that my character is suddenly the Queen of the planet because of a deadly crash that her parents were in. Your character can try to manipulate her by finding a position in her council and then slowly manipulating her into the Sith or to abdicate at give the throne to him. It is really a very open idea.

"Her Majesty Andromeda Radica Seleroma, Queen of Saleucami."

Andromeda hardly registered the words from the priest booming out to the large crowd below her. She felt her legs move and her feet follow suit as her arm rose up and begin a slow motion wave. She could only describe it as an out of body experience in which she had no control over her actions whatsoever.

Numb. All she could feel was numbness throughout her entire body as well as her mind. Her mind resurfaced for only a moment as a small smile came across her face, it was not genuine but it was there. She had to put on a show and the crowd was so far away that they would not be able to distinguish a real smile for the fake one she momentarily possessed. She was thankful for the design of jewels and ink that played across her face at this moment, a design black ink and saphire blue jewels around her eyes and halfway to her cheek. She had at first nearly refused this addition to her look this morning in preparation for her coronation ceremony, but was now grateful to hide behind its beauty.

Finally she turned away from the crowd and walked back into the palace, her ladies in waiting, bodyguards, and advisers following her at a close distance. When one of her advisers noticed her pass the throne room, she heard him start to say, "Your High... I mean Your Majesty; you are scheduled to meet with the council to finish up some details following your coronation." "I AM aware of my duties, and if my mother taught me nothing else, it was that the Queen is never late. I wish to retire to my chambers and will convene with the council when I am ready. You will entertain them until I arrive." They all knew that 'you' meant all of the advisers and they slowly departed as Andromeda opened the doors to her suit and walked through the sitting room into her private chambers. Most of her ladies made themselves comfortable in the sitting room, while others departed and her guards took their positions, but none entering in with her.

Closing the door, Andromeda moved to sit in a chair facing her full length mirror. She dabbed her eyes with a cloth as tears began to reveal themselves, but made sure not to smudge the design around them. So much had happened in the past 72 hours. Her parents had been killed in an explosion on their ship, leaving her the heir to the thrown of an entire planet at the age of 20 only slightly prepared and completely alone. She had also lost two very close friends of her family, he her personal bodyguard and trainer since she was very little and his wife who was the pilot of the ship that destroyed them. This left her without her favorite bodyguard and someone to practice her skills with. They had taught her a lot about life outside of the palace and allowed her to roam the streets with them in disguise when she was young. He was the only one inside the palace that still called her Mida, the name she was taught to respond to when she was under disguise.

Andromeda’s muscles twitched as she fought to control herself and resorted to her meditation techniques. Her body ached to release the tension within her in her private practice area, but she knew her time was running short as far as appropriate lateness. She also was down a sparring partner and was not ready to ask one of her guards to assist when she knew they had increased her protection since the explosion. Fear of someone trying to take down the royal line was on everyone’s mind currently and was most likely going to be brought up in her meeting. What irritated Mida the most was that she was more than capable of taking care of herself for she had recently become a Jedi Knight. This of course, was top secret and very few people in her council even were aware of this fact. Her parents had decided to train her privately and brought in a Jedi Master to teach her within the palace. Her parents did not want her unique gift to be put to waste, but also did not want an uproar over it. No king or queen of Saleucami had ever been a Jedi. Needless to say that this event had caused her to stop her training and focus on the weight being put on her shoulders.

She sighed as she stood up and observed her appearance in the mirror. She meticulously straightened her elegant dress that matched the sapphire stones on her face and flowed out beyond her in layers dragging along the ground. She adjusted the silver crown on her head, still partially thinking it belonged to her mother. She turned away from the mirror and moved to open the door to the sitting room, watching everyone stand up quickly in reaction to her presence. Without a word she exited her suite and moved towards the room where the council was waiting for her.