Hi, I am looking to find new role play partners. I love writing and creating detailed worlds with complex environments and situations. I have had RPs that lasted years and ones that lasted months, I enjoy both. I don't need a paragraph response each time, but I think the pleasure of role-playing lies in the descriptive details. If I can imagine exactly what you are doing, your writing is incredible at any length.

~Types of RPs I Enjoy~
I prefer something that starts with a challenging conflict. Examples of that are Hunter/Prey, Side A soldier vs Side B soldier, Assassin/Warlord, etc. I like to create a inciting conflict that forces interaction and ultimately leads to enticing situations. I am open to most genre and types of worlds, but I heavily lean toward magic and Sci-Fi based worlds.

~My Character~
The female characters I enjoy playing are very confident, headstrong, strong personality types. More likely to deceive and charmingly manipulate to get what they want as opposed to ask nicely for it. My females can be submissive at times, but rarely and usually only after strong coercion. I enjoy having her be overpowered/outsmarted by a strong male. I also thoroughly enjoy the fight/struggle for power that leads to that. However strong a male character is, she will take advantage anyway she can if she sees an opening.

~What I look for in a RP Partner's Character~
I like to have my female go against strong alpha type personality characters. I enjoy the clash of two dominant personalities fighting for control. I am not into characters with submissive personalities. When I say I want a alpha or dominant type personality I mean someone who is not easily overshadowed or overpowered by another dominant personality. I want your character to fight mine and try to enforce whatever it is he wants, and mine will do that same to you.

These are some samples of my writing but they are much longer than a typical response length, I just wanted to display my abilities well.

~Writing Sample~
When he turned around to search for her, she was gone. Not even a ripple in the water where she had once been. There was nothing there for him. No scent, trail, or distant figure in the water. The silence made the seconds tick by like hours. However, when he calmed down after rushing for her out of frustration, his flaring power subsiding, he would feel something familiar on his back. A soft hand stroked down his back where she had clawed him before. Gently caressing his darkened fur. The feeling her strokes gave him would feel ten times better than it once had. He hadn't lost her. She moved up to his side calmly, studying him with her beautiful glowing eyes. She again slipped her hand down into his palm, all the while acting very calm even though the slightest movement on his part would cause her to disappear. Her fingers touched his gently as she stood as his side. She looked up at him with a deep curiosity, and then nuzzled her face gently into his muscular arm. Exploring him by touch with her soft muzzle. Her movements were so gentle and soothing, even though he brought the water around them to a boil and his energy was off the charts, she was calm. She moved directly in front of him, if he did not try anything with her because of his anger that is. She again lifted herself easily to his height with her tail like a snake and pressed herself to his chest. Her face was now directly in front of his, staring into his eyes. She leaned in and nuzzled his neck gently, making the same soft clicking sounds she had made before. As if she was reassuring him and trying to comfort him. She was in full view now, a much more secure position for him than behind where he had lost her. She was rewarding him for his restraint, and new calm demeanor. She liked what he did, so she returned to him.
The moment he felt her again, he froze. It was all too familiar, and it was an utter surprise. He relaxed, his surprised expression becoming a softened smile once more. The moment he thought he had lost her, he almost gave into his rage, going completely berserk. He watched her, still not completely sure if she was a hallucination, or his goddess has returned. Her gentle hands, her affectionate nuzzling, her entrancing gaze. It was indeed her, and having everything come back, it was relieving to feel her again, the pleasure stronger. He could not show any anger towards her and force her away again. He could never get enough of her. As she came to his height now, pressing closer, he could once again reach and hold her, taking control of her how he pleased, but did not, knowing it would not be as blissful and satisfying as letting her have the control. The sounds she made, the touch she had, the control she showed, was all that made these moments perfect. In less than a second, he went from a hectic mess, back to her toy. He wanted nothing else than for this to continue. He did not know what he needed to do next, but whatever it was, he wanted to do it with her.

~Writing Sample~
The click of the brass bullet casing hitting the stone was what brought her gaze to him. That silky blond hair catching the moonlight as it swept in wisps around her soft face. Framing the intense stare she had once held on the beast that threatened her. That rabid creature, who moments ago towered over her injured form, now collapsed to the damp grass with a massive shift of muscles of fur. A bullet precisely placed in its brain. His right hand lowered the Sig with such cautious speed he felt the seconds ticking by. No sudden movements from his intimidating form, for fear of startling her. This female he had been tracking was finally in his sight, and he found her to be mesmerizing in the moonlit glow of the forest. Her skin was not just pale, but almost shimmering with diamond dust. Her long blond hair reached the sensuous curve of her lower back. Even from this distance her emerald eyes pierced through the night. Examining him with not a helpless, but predatory stare. Although gravely injured, she was fully capable of fighting or fleeing if need be. Which, he surmised, would lead to her death if she did not get immediate medical attention. Her features held beauty with a undertone of something dangerously clever. His gaze shifted lower to her smoothly curvy form, which he enjoyed for a moment, before a sharp reminder of why he was tracking her made his lip curl with anger. She had a terrible wound. Her blood drenched hand was grasping at a large open slash on her hip. This was not the kind of wound made by a beast, but a well sharpened blade. Her blood, the curiosity that had first attracted him, was pooling beneath her. It wasn't red. It was a silvery mercury-like substance. The trail lead him here, to this clearing. What this beautiful creature was he hadn't a clue, but he wanted to help her. On instinct he lunged forward for her, only to freeze when she shot up so fast he was concerned he may lose her in the dense thicket. Their eyes locked, only ten feet between them. Her chest rose and fell with her quickened breath. The thin white fabric that covered her taught body was ripped and torn. It barely clung to the generous mounds of her breasts as she struggled to stay upright and hold her wound. Her rapid breath left those soft pink lips in clouds of mist on the cold night. He could see her fading. That spark of fight in her eyes she's had when she first caught a glimpse of him and ran straight into the bear, was growing dimmer. The tension between them was so intense he swore he could hear her weakening heartbeat. Every protective male instinct inside of him was tearing at him to move forward, grab her, stitch up her wound, do something! Yet she was so utterly terrified of him that he couldn't bring himself to force anything on her. He lifted his left hand so slowly he felt his muscles shift one by one down his arm, his hand penetrating the space between them with such painstaking speed it was as if he feared she would vanish if he moved any more. Yet she still flinched. "Please....let me help you.."