- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- Multiple posts per week
- Online Availability
- It varies wildly.
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Nonbinary
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- I'm open to a wide range of genres. Obscenely wide. It's harder for me to list all I do like than all I don't like.
My favorite settings are fantasy combined with something else, multiverse, post-apoc, historical (mixed with something else), and futuristic. I'm not limited to those, but it's a good start.
My favorite genres include mystery, adventure, action, drama, tragedy (must be mixed with something else and kept balanced), romance (again must be mixed, and more.
I'm happy to include elements of slice-of-life and romance, but doing them on their own doesn't hold my interest indefinitely.
Vacation time. Finally, for two years, Crow was free of that wretched feline, of ungrateful Hunters, of rebellious dolls—for two lovely years, he could relax and take care of himself for once.
His first day, he slept until his joints hurt and he couldn't stand to lay down any longer. The second day, he lost hours to socializing among some of the elite, and the third day, he somberly toured the slums in the guise of his namesake, letting golden eyes take in the people of lesser social status as he plotted how he might aid them in gaining long-term assistance.
By the time he returned to his room and his true form, he chuckled quietly to himself as he realized his plans thus far.
"I keep forgetting I'm a busybody," he muttered helplessly as he donned his illusary guise of a human, and decided to investigate the market in the morning, just to see what he could find. In a place like this, he assumed he would be as unusual to the locals as their wares might be to him.
Morning came, and Crow rose with the sun. He dressed in matching kimono, hakama, tabi, and hooded haori all in black with white decoration. With the hood lowered, he let his long ponytail hang forward over one shoulder as he pushed his glasses up and checked the mirror.
Pleased with his orderly appearance and the lay of his clothing, he tucked his feathered fan into the front of his kimono, where it rested safely between skin and cloth, and as he departed, he donned his geta.
He was definitively overdressed, but he loved how humans reacted to unknown fashions. It was very endearing, and he could already see the stares as he made his way toward the market. The tengu couldn't help but swell with pride as he overheard whispers of his beauty, though his expression remained cool and humble, as though he felt such praises were of no importance.
In the market, he paused at each stall to chat briefly and inspect the goods. Some, he bought after brief and friendly haggling, but one stall caught his attention wholly. Staffed by a young-looking woman who appealed visually, and catering to goods that made Crow almost homesick for his childhood, he paused in his browsing to socialize, pausing whenever a customer approached the young lady.
Eventually, he agreed to show her his fan, and with a small flick of his wrist with it, he helped her peel an apple using only the wind. A wink, and the merchant reddened, only for a man Crow assumed was her father to charge forward.
The tengu dodged away, only to return and very quickly exchange some money for a wrapped onigiri that smelled of fish, egg, salt, and vinegar before he tucked himself out of the way to enjoy his prize and slip his fan back into his kimono.
Today, he decided as he bit through the nori-wrapped rice ball, was a lovely day. He decided next that he'd buy an apple to wash down his lunch, since it was a bit dry.
His first day, he slept until his joints hurt and he couldn't stand to lay down any longer. The second day, he lost hours to socializing among some of the elite, and the third day, he somberly toured the slums in the guise of his namesake, letting golden eyes take in the people of lesser social status as he plotted how he might aid them in gaining long-term assistance.
By the time he returned to his room and his true form, he chuckled quietly to himself as he realized his plans thus far.
"I keep forgetting I'm a busybody," he muttered helplessly as he donned his illusary guise of a human, and decided to investigate the market in the morning, just to see what he could find. In a place like this, he assumed he would be as unusual to the locals as their wares might be to him.
Morning came, and Crow rose with the sun. He dressed in matching kimono, hakama, tabi, and hooded haori all in black with white decoration. With the hood lowered, he let his long ponytail hang forward over one shoulder as he pushed his glasses up and checked the mirror.
Pleased with his orderly appearance and the lay of his clothing, he tucked his feathered fan into the front of his kimono, where it rested safely between skin and cloth, and as he departed, he donned his geta.
He was definitively overdressed, but he loved how humans reacted to unknown fashions. It was very endearing, and he could already see the stares as he made his way toward the market. The tengu couldn't help but swell with pride as he overheard whispers of his beauty, though his expression remained cool and humble, as though he felt such praises were of no importance.
In the market, he paused at each stall to chat briefly and inspect the goods. Some, he bought after brief and friendly haggling, but one stall caught his attention wholly. Staffed by a young-looking woman who appealed visually, and catering to goods that made Crow almost homesick for his childhood, he paused in his browsing to socialize, pausing whenever a customer approached the young lady.
Eventually, he agreed to show her his fan, and with a small flick of his wrist with it, he helped her peel an apple using only the wind. A wink, and the merchant reddened, only for a man Crow assumed was her father to charge forward.
The tengu dodged away, only to return and very quickly exchange some money for a wrapped onigiri that smelled of fish, egg, salt, and vinegar before he tucked himself out of the way to enjoy his prize and slip his fan back into his kimono.
Today, he decided as he bit through the nori-wrapped rice ball, was a lovely day. He decided next that he'd buy an apple to wash down his lunch, since it was a bit dry.