- 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.
Millions of years, Elizabeth had been a Councilman. She watched people come and go from her life, though she clung to them desperately.
Family. Friends. Coworkers. Subordinates. Enemies.
None lasted as she had. For centuries, she fought to fill the holes left by their absences, but in the filling, the holes only grew. No matter how she grasped and struggled, fate and choice forbade all from remaining.
Rare was exorcised. Ober, Seela, Kyoko, Bear, and other Hunters were killed. Crow suicided. Martin, she assumed, stopped being able to convince the judges to let him retain his memories. Poppy, Juni, and Sylvia, their nanny, were found dead in their home.
Elizabeth still didn't know what killed the three.
Jerry, Bril, Vinnie, and Victor died for her missions.
Falren—
She was with him when he died. He smelled so strongly of that hero's scent that it choked her. Nobody was left to answer her call for help for him—the Hunter organization was entirely gone, and so too were Ozymandias and Sinclair. All she could do for the man was cradle him and keep a strong face for him until life left him.
Her tears came in an unending and strangling torrent after he passed, but no longer. Ancient scars on heart and flesh did nothing to tighten her chest or bring pain anymore.
Why she alone survived what those around her did not, she had no idea. For centuries she tried to pull new people into her life to try and fill the gaps, but none remained. Personal choices and fates stole away each, and often it was her own doing.
No, not merely often. Each death was brought by her hand at its core. Each person who walked away from her side did it citing Elizabeth's faults—from her nitpicking and smothering to her age and appearance.
The Councilman ceased her efforts toward happiness, but duty bound her to continue extending her protection as far as she could across the loneliness of Existence.
And then she found that even the Unifiers couldn't outlast her. Their base in the void between universes was destroyed by chance as two particles came together, and a chain reaction began that ended with a new universe's formation.
The birth of that universe caused such a massive shockwave, it sent two universes into early heat death, and the shockwave caused irregularities in countless others.
Elizabeth pondered these and more as she looked out from under her black and obscuring hood at the stranger who stood below. This one would also leave at the whims of either fate or choice. It did not matter that they had arrived beyond this moment. She simply had to see to what they wanted and send them on their way.
"What do you seek?" Elizabeth asked in a quiet rasp. Her body didn't move—couldn't, anymore—as she remained seated on a petrified stump, surrounded at back and sides by the stony remnants of bark. The stump had lush green moss when she first sat to rest weary legs. Now, it bore only lichens in the wasteland around Elizabeth.
"You."
The stranger's answer returned Elizabeth's attention from past to present, and she watched for several long moments. It was an attention-catching declaration, but her pulse and breath didn't quicken. This was neither the first nor would it be the last stranger to say they wanted her.
"Do as you wish," she replied, and her eyes slid shut under the preternatural shadow, "You will find limited uses for me."
Family. Friends. Coworkers. Subordinates. Enemies.
None lasted as she had. For centuries, she fought to fill the holes left by their absences, but in the filling, the holes only grew. No matter how she grasped and struggled, fate and choice forbade all from remaining.
Rare was exorcised. Ober, Seela, Kyoko, Bear, and other Hunters were killed. Crow suicided. Martin, she assumed, stopped being able to convince the judges to let him retain his memories. Poppy, Juni, and Sylvia, their nanny, were found dead in their home.
Elizabeth still didn't know what killed the three.
Jerry, Bril, Vinnie, and Victor died for her missions.
Falren—
She was with him when he died. He smelled so strongly of that hero's scent that it choked her. Nobody was left to answer her call for help for him—the Hunter organization was entirely gone, and so too were Ozymandias and Sinclair. All she could do for the man was cradle him and keep a strong face for him until life left him.
Her tears came in an unending and strangling torrent after he passed, but no longer. Ancient scars on heart and flesh did nothing to tighten her chest or bring pain anymore.
Why she alone survived what those around her did not, she had no idea. For centuries she tried to pull new people into her life to try and fill the gaps, but none remained. Personal choices and fates stole away each, and often it was her own doing.
No, not merely often. Each death was brought by her hand at its core. Each person who walked away from her side did it citing Elizabeth's faults—from her nitpicking and smothering to her age and appearance.
The Councilman ceased her efforts toward happiness, but duty bound her to continue extending her protection as far as she could across the loneliness of Existence.
And then she found that even the Unifiers couldn't outlast her. Their base in the void between universes was destroyed by chance as two particles came together, and a chain reaction began that ended with a new universe's formation.
The birth of that universe caused such a massive shockwave, it sent two universes into early heat death, and the shockwave caused irregularities in countless others.
Elizabeth pondered these and more as she looked out from under her black and obscuring hood at the stranger who stood below. This one would also leave at the whims of either fate or choice. It did not matter that they had arrived beyond this moment. She simply had to see to what they wanted and send them on their way.
"What do you seek?" Elizabeth asked in a quiet rasp. Her body didn't move—couldn't, anymore—as she remained seated on a petrified stump, surrounded at back and sides by the stony remnants of bark. The stump had lush green moss when she first sat to rest weary legs. Now, it bore only lichens in the wasteland around Elizabeth.
"You."
The stranger's answer returned Elizabeth's attention from past to present, and she watched for several long moments. It was an attention-catching declaration, but her pulse and breath didn't quicken. This was neither the first nor would it be the last stranger to say they wanted her.
"Do as you wish," she replied, and her eyes slid shut under the preternatural shadow, "You will find limited uses for me."