Heya ^^
I'm really open for anything, on your terms and setting or my little one. Just drop us a message if you are interested, I don't want to potentially annoy anyone by sharing pokes or notes or what not to people who aren't interested. I've also got like, no clue on how to make a profile prettier than this, so please take my apologies :(


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Once an introverted and apprehensive, possibly coy, daughter of the local Magistrate and his mistress, Annabelle, typically known among her associates as simply Anne, is in the midst of a perilous adventure - After her coming of age ceremony she had openly testified and objected to the customs and traditions of her keep; deemed fit for marriage and pledged by her father to the local nobility has led her down a dark path; threatening the constabulary, the nobility and her own parents she did what she had presumed best for her. After a hasty trip through the halls of the manor in which she "requisitioned" the lord of the manors precious silvery she quickly and very eagerly fled across the walls, nimbly using her silent wit and years of experience gained from avoiding potential courtiers to escape her pursuers and flee into the surrounding bucolic countryside.

Even from a young girl she had been sworn off men by her father, the now elder man had always kept her on at tight leash, often restrained the boundaries of her manor if she had been lucky; a prized possession of his that was guaranteed for someone whom he'd deem worthy, presumably for his own benefit of course. Bound behind the gold laden walls had almost entirely been detrimental to her well-being, unable to attend the local school or indulge in the festivities with the local men, home schooled on how to be a house wife and how to serve; something she'd only learn to hate, spurring the development of her rebellious attitude, much to her fathers dismay. When she wasn't held in her room whilst her father was "Entertaining" guests she would read; taught from an early age she would read books of pressed flowers, mentions of strange names and mythical beings dotted around the pages.. None of which she ever knew of.

As the light grows dim and the day soon fades into the harsh, cold night she finds purchase besides an orchard; hidden behind the rows of hedges and luscious apples trees she lights a fire and mulls over her choices; ultimately lost and angered, forced into the harsh world she's not yet been accustomed to - the high walls and large garrisons keeping her blind to the world outside; her only concepts being the plants among her studies. With the night growing cold and the last of the bread dwindling she'll have to sleep beneath the stars and resume her journey another time, where she's going, who she'll meet or even what she's going to do all now a worry for the morning as she beds down. A new name, a new identity... A new journey.
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[collapse=Physical Description]
It's easier for me to write one as though it were a little IC, sorry)

Bracing the cold night you step out of the building and brace the hard, cold cobbles of the road. Setting off on your moon-lit mission you quickly take to the trail, passing the last of the huts as your border the edge of town where the dim light of the torches gives way to reveal the utter blackness of the night. Thankfully, the sky is clear and free from the typically unrelenting storms. Passing through between the orchards you're quick to take note of the dim light splayed onto the ground; a-typical for this area as you press on until you reach the path in question; the smell of a heavy smoke and poorly kept fire filling the air - a clear explanation for flickering light escaping through the roots of the hedges. Taking a moment to investigate and you slowly step forth into grove; taking sight of her.

From your position you can easily note her dark brown hair, a tuft of her left side glowing as the fire reflects from hear entwined beads and braids, few in number but sparkling nonetheless. Her parted hair falls mainly to her right, covering her right eye from view, a leather hair band perched atop, leaving the rest of her hair to fall back, curled with some flare, unkempt and curling over her shoulders and behind her neck. Her skin is a soft, almost pale colouration, difficult to tell in the light of the fire; her limit face revealing her dark brown eyes, small nose and thin, feminine brows, obviously well kept and maintained for whatever purpose. Although not quite lithe she certainly isn't husky, well built enough with well formed B-Cup breasts, small hands fair complexion, only the sweat from the heat blemishing her skin.

Her clothes are well-fitted, tight enough to her form to reveal it, yet loose enough to leave room for the imagination, a lightly coloured cyan and white wrap coat hugging her torso tightly and bound by her right with a large belt adorned with pouches. A small glint of steel, or perhaps silver, reflects in the light; the handle of some kind of knife, though the handle appears far too small for any real hunting application.Her trousers match her suit, fittingly enough, woven silks of cyan and pearl white cover her slim legs, although now looking more worn than intended; small patterns of mud and plant residue traced along her ankles and up to her shins. Somewhat oddly out ofp lace are her large, leather boots; clearly two or three sizes two bigs, and presumably a pair of men's boots, although it may be hard to tell through the copious amounts of mud.

As you observe it becomes inherently apparent that her only belonging is the knapsack at her feet; rather small and made of fine cottons, adorned with a fleur de lis pattern to further accentuate it's rather extravagant origin. The rough outline of one book or several protruding through against the silk. A pair of ill-fitting gloves sit beside her on the log, already incredibly torn and warn, the several of the fingers missing tips or their comforting collar. If you steel your eyes you can make out the gentle glistening of silver around her neck; a small catholic cross resting heavily against her chest.
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[collapse=Concise-ish OOC Bit / Note](Sorry!)

Submissive, but resistant / bratty, typically teasing and active resistant (Physical).
Well versed in most fiction universes, and can learn if be. Preference over typical westerm-RPG medieval settings. (E.G. TES, Dragon's Dogma, Witcher 3) Or sort of MMO-Like settings (WoW/GW2) not really sure how you'd put it. Used to WoD / MC too. :c
Preference to character-driven RP, open to entirely IC or OOC starts.
Semi-Experienced in RP, have done so at different levels.
I like vivid and descriptive writing, and will be. - Happy to range sort of from single line to.. Whatever size the backstory/description is.
Will not force own kinks. Agreed upon hard limits my only limit, feel free to introduce whatever, whenever. (I mean that's part of the fun being submissive, never knowing what's going to happen next.)
Willing and eager to try new kinks. If it's not mentioned on the kings, presume it's all fair game ^^
Able to match most platforms (Like games) for any specific theme-context appropriation (I like that visual aspect too.)
A bit too shy to really approach people, I don't want to hassle people who want nothing with me, so send me a message please >\\\<
Cannot stress that I have a genuine curiosity in trying new things. I like how certain kinks slowly stick to people and how roleplay begins to resonate off one another.
Fine with being thrown in at the deep end; I'm not really sorta going to push the scene along, I'll leave that to those in charge, this is of course unless situation dictates something.
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