Game: D&D 5e Group preferred: Online Experience: Veteran Location/Timezone: EST Availability: Every other Saturday, typically around nightfall (TBD), interested in long-term play Preferred role: Player (I love DM'ing but I wanna try from the other side of the screen) Game style: RP heavy, grimdark, serious tone. I am looking for something ugly enough to keep me staring, and believable enough to keep me invested.
So a little about me. I've written horror short stories for over a decade and DM'd for half a decade now, though only recently have I decided I am interested in playing at someone elses table. I like taking "gimmick" characters to their roleplaying and mechanical extremes, usually trying to dominate or even break super-specific mechanics, and then applying that wherever possible (think:+21 to athletics checks, kind of breaking). That said, my characters typically end up being little more than a hitbox that deals a bit of damage in combat, since hyperfocusing on one or two gimmicks usually diverts attention away from more wise attribute investments. Not useless, but only just shy, unless the characters gimmick revolves around some counterintuitive fighting style.
I like really wrenching stories especially. Emotionally abusing my (and if other players consent, theirs too) characters as a DM and (hopefully) as a player is probably my favorite pasttime. This means most of the characters I am interested playing as have a lot of ****ed up baggage they need to sort through. Whether they succeed in dealing with their own flaws, or are instead consumed by their own tragedy is between the DM and I. To that end, dark fantasy suits me best, but I can adapt so long as the setting isn't cartoonish. Realistic, visceral reactions to the environment are my preferred method of conveying my POV.
That said I am not a walking problem player outright (lmao). I have a lot of experience, and want to help newbies to (TT)RPGs, help budding writers expand their craft, and help shape a greater, table-wide narrative with my fellow players and DM. Everyone has boundaries, and I respect those boundaries vehemently (if they're laid out clearly for me, of course), hence the one great-big-ass red-flag this post is. I don't want anyone getting the wrong idea about my intentions. I can't promise I'll enjoy being a player, I can promise I'll try. There's gonna be a teething period, as with anything. I can promise if you take a chance on me though, and it pays off, it'll pay off dividends. :D
I don't haunt the forum. I use Discord and Roll20, though I check discord daily and R20 weekly. Send me a friend request, Lord Brother#3540 on discord if I sound like a fit for your group.
Just a little nugget I wrote a few years ago for a client on dA...
A reader asked if I would write a short story focusing on Amy using her feet in a pedal-pumping fashion. (Apparently he has a foot on pedals fetish). This is the result. Enjoy.
Amy at the wheel
Leo's Place New Duncanville 14-Mar-2359
"WHY ARE WE HERE AGAIN!?" Amy yelled over the thump-thump-thump of the music blasting out of speakers taller than she was, as Alex led her into the back area of Leo & Sharkey's place. Strip club up front, with several dancers, mostly furs, but a few Gals too, which Amy thought was odd, considering most Galhadians were quite reserved, and eatery and game zone in the rear. She wasn't sure why he drug her here, since if he was hungry, she was a more than excellent cook.
Once they cleared the small airlock style vestibule, Alex responded to her, though he didn't have to yell.
"To settle a bet."
"A bet with who?" She asked, as James and Anderson walked toward them from the game's area.
"Hey son. Is she ready?" James asked, smiling to Amy, as Anderson swept her off of her feet, planting a lip lock on her she was barely ready for, but happily returned. Setting her back on her feet, she panting only slightly, Alex grinned at her.
"So, the bet is this: There's a new game over there in the Micro-Sims called 'Laguna Nights-Mulholland Driver'. You climb into the Sim, and it..." But she cut him off.
"Yeah, yeah, I know what Sims are, Hun. My question is what is this bet?" She said, noticing Anderson still grinning at her. His blonde hair hung down to just past his shoulders, in an unruly, surfer boy's mess, his bright blue eyes shining, like she was just added to the pillow menu.
"Ok, so the bet is this," Anderson began, "You have to place high score. Losing couple has to be a slave girl and boy to the winning couple."
Alex grinned but Amy just gasped. Dragging Alex aside, she almost let him have it, until she saw him grinning.
"Ok Mister! You know back home, Klaus did ALL of the driving. I never had an interest in 'cars'."
"That's because James never let anyone near his collection. He had some choice rides, and the Yanks were batshit crazy during the 20th when it came to horsepower one-upmanship."
"So?"
"Here." He said, handing her a small chip with a male end for her neural implant and a female connector for an interface jack. She arced and eyebrow.
"A skill mod? What skill?"
"20th century auto-crossing."
"Ok, I have no idea what that means..." She began, as he leaned down, kissed her softly and tenderly, her body responding in areas she wasn't sure were suitable for public places. He then whispered into her ear.
"It's a performance driving skill set, for both manual transmission cars and how to drive them on twisting and curving roads, including how to drift. Trust me gorgeous, if I didn't think you could do this, I'd have never agreed to the bet." He finished, fixing her top, readjusting her nearly invisible bra, trying to hide her erect nipples from view. She smacked his hand away, doing it herself.
"Just so you know, cars were never my thing." She advised, slipping the chip into place, blinking several times as a drop-down menu appeared over her inner eyeball.
"Oh wow..." Was all she said as Alex led her to the Sim in question, Ericka and Talia watching her dazed look as she slowly climbed in, slipping the interface jack into the backside of the chip, then settling into a driving position, the seat adjusting automatically. As the lid closed, she closed her eyes...
And awoke, standing at a car port. The late morning sun was still rising over the Sierra Madres, as she cast her gaze down at what the Sim dressed her in: A short tennis skirt. Not so short as to be overly revealing, but it did stop above her knees; white pumps in her size, size 6, and they had ankle high socklings built in, making her feet VERY comfortable; and a REALLY tight T-shirt, showing off her D's to everyone gazing her way; thankfully there was no one around, save for someone who resembled Klaus, butler's livery and all!
"OH MY GOD! KLAUS!?" She practically yelled, running up to him and leaping into his arms. He caught her, hugging her back lovingly.
"So, you ver Mattie, hmm?" He said, giving her as stern a gaze as he could muster. She pouted.
"I'm sorry Hun, but my orders were to protect Alex at all costs. I couldn't do it with these on display to everyone." She replied, holding her foot-long ears. He nodded his understanding.
"James has allowed his stable to be used for zis simulation. Pick a vehicle." He said, as the car port's dozen doors opened. The skill chip had already downloaded all of the data to her 'Sim Form' though she was sure after all of this was over, she'd end up wanting a car...
The cars on display were exotics and domestics of considerable lineage and pedigree; She'd have a tough time deciding, and the chipset wasn't helping, as it flashed pertinent info across her inner eye: Horsepower to Weight ratios, weight distribution, Peak power etc. Sighing, she turned to Klaus.
"What did Tali drive?"
"The yellow car, a 2007 Nissan R-33 Skyline."
"Nice choice. What about Ericka?"
"The metallic blue sports car, a Calloway twin turbo Corvette."
"Damn, that's got some ponies under the hood for certain. Who did better?"
"Talia, by nearly 33 seconds. Ericka spun out on turn 23."
"Damn! How many turns are there?"
"About 30 or so. Some are barely curves at all, just even outs from a previous curve's terminus. Even though you aren't really here, Amythyst, be careful. Pain and death experienced in..." But she put her hand on his arm.
"I know Klaus, I know. Ooooh, what is THAT!" She said, pointing to a fire engine red, low slung convertible sports car, that, if it had wings, could have doubled as a jet fighter.
"Ah, yes, the 1967 Corvette Stingray L88. If you choose that car Amythyst, be very careful. It is not stock."
"James had work done on it?"
"At last test, before Alex went to the Academy, it produced roughly 750 rear wheel horsepower. It's since been set up with WilWood brakes, very traction happy tires and an autocross suspension."
"And it's a drop top. That's my ride." She said, jogging over and hopping behind the wheel. Buckling the seat belt, she turned the key, her left foot depressing the clutch, as she slipped the M-22 into neutral. The starter whined and the engine caught on the 4th revolution.
"VROOOOOM!" She smiled evilly.
"Prepare to dust my furniture, bubble kitty." She said, smiling to Klaus, who looked truly concerned for her safety...
Watching the B*I*G screen, everyone in the dinner crowd turned as Amy started one of James Carlson's most prized vehicles.
"Isn't that a Stingray, Pop?" Alex asked, as Anderson suddenly looked worried...
"The one and only. It's car number 11, out of 20 Grand Sports made that year. Cost me a fortune."
"You still have it?" Anderson asked. James nodded.
"I still have every car in my stable. Why, you want to buy it?" The elder Carlson said with a laugh. Alex turned to him suddenly.
"Pop? I'll buy it from you! To give to Amy."
"Son, I'll make you a side wager, since Ericka already lost us this bet: If Amy beats Talia, and does it in THAT car, I'll give it to her personally."
"And if she doesn't?"
"I get her for 24 hours. I won't hurt her, much, but she'll be a good slave girl..." He said wickedly. "Deal!" Alex smiled and shook his Pop's hand. Turning back to the screen, everyone watched as though looking through her eyes, since a Micro-Sim was connected directly to a person via their Neural Implant, and anything connected to it, in her case, her Galhadian Implant COM, which connected to her corneas and ear drums, so they could 'see' and 'hear' everything she did in the Sim. Stepping gently onto the brake, she released the parking brake with her left hand, the pedal popping up with a solid 'THUNK!" sound next to her left leg. Slipping her right foot over the gas pedal, she floored it twice, to settle the idle. The roar of the engine drowned out even the thump-thump from go-go bar, as Leo walked in, looked up at the monitor and then over to the Sim. Spotting friends new and old, he walked over smiling... Fixing her gaze on the road ahead of the car port, she blew a kiss to Klaus, eased the car out of the garage, then, as a wicked grin crossed her face, seen only by those on one side of the room, because of her view with regards to the rear-view mirror, she slipped the car into 1st, slammed her right foot down hard on the gas, and side-stepped the clutch... The engine screamed to nearly five grand in the blink of an eye, the roar across the speakers drowning out everything and everyone, the car, from her eye's perspective, launching sideways in a tire-blistering assault on the senses. Alex smiled softly. 'You go, girl.' He thought to himself.
"Ouch!" Anderson said, looking to James as he paled considerably, then sighed with relief when he remembered, these weren't really his cars, and she didn't nearly destroy $500 worth of tires...
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Game: D&D 5e
Group preferred: Online
Experience: Veteran
Location/Timezone: EST
Availability: Every other Saturday, typically around nightfall (TBD), interested in long-term play
Preferred role: Player (I love DM'ing but I wanna try from the other side of the screen)
Game style: RP heavy, grimdark, serious tone. I am looking for something ugly enough to keep me staring, and believable enough to keep me invested.
So a little about me. I've written horror short stories for over a decade and DM'd for half a decade now, though only recently have I decided I am interested in playing at someone elses table. I like taking "gimmick" characters to their roleplaying and mechanical extremes, usually trying to dominate or even break super-specific mechanics, and then applying that wherever possible (think:+21 to athletics checks, kind of breaking). That said, my characters typically end up being little more than a hitbox that deals a bit of damage in combat, since hyperfocusing on one or two gimmicks usually diverts attention away from more wise attribute investments. Not useless, but only just shy, unless the characters gimmick revolves around some counterintuitive fighting style.
I like really wrenching stories especially. Emotionally abusing my (and if other players consent, theirs too) characters as a DM and (hopefully) as a player is probably my favorite pasttime. This means most of the characters I am interested playing as have a lot of ****ed up baggage they need to sort through. Whether they succeed in dealing with their own flaws, or are instead consumed by their own tragedy is between the DM and I. To that end, dark fantasy suits me best, but I can adapt so long as the setting isn't cartoonish. Realistic, visceral reactions to the environment are my preferred method of conveying my POV.
That said I am not a walking problem player outright (lmao). I have a lot of experience, and want to help newbies to (TT)RPGs, help budding writers expand their craft, and help shape a greater, table-wide narrative with my fellow players and DM. Everyone has boundaries, and I respect those boundaries vehemently (if they're laid out clearly for me, of course), hence the one great-big-ass red-flag this post is. I don't want anyone getting the wrong idea about my intentions. I can't promise I'll enjoy being a player, I can promise I'll try. There's gonna be a teething period, as with anything. I can promise if you take a chance on me though, and it pays off, it'll pay off dividends. :D
I don't haunt the forum. I use Discord and Roll20, though I check discord daily and R20 weekly. Send me a friend request, Lord Brother#3540 on discord if I sound like a fit for your group.
Just a little nugget I wrote a few years ago for a client on dA...
A reader asked if I would write a short story focusing on Amy using her feet in a pedal-pumping fashion. (Apparently he has a foot on pedals fetish). This is the result. Enjoy.
Amy at the wheel
Leo's Place
New Duncanville
14-Mar-2359
"WHY ARE WE HERE AGAIN!?" Amy yelled over the thump-thump-thump of the music blasting out of speakers taller than she was, as Alex led her into the back area of Leo & Sharkey's place. Strip club up front, with several dancers, mostly furs, but a few Gals too, which Amy thought was odd, considering most Galhadians were quite reserved, and eatery and game zone in the rear. She wasn't sure why he drug her here, since if he was hungry, she was a more than excellent cook.
Once they cleared the small airlock style vestibule, Alex responded to her, though he didn't have to yell.
"To settle a bet."
"A bet with who?" She asked, as James and Anderson walked toward them from the game's area.
"Hey son. Is she ready?" James asked, smiling to Amy, as Anderson swept her off of her feet, planting a lip lock on her she was barely ready for, but happily returned. Setting her back on her feet, she panting only slightly, Alex grinned at her.
"So, the bet is this: There's a new game over there in the Micro-Sims called 'Laguna Nights-Mulholland Driver'. You climb into the Sim, and it..." But she cut him off.
"Yeah, yeah, I know what Sims are, Hun. My question is what is this bet?" She said, noticing Anderson still grinning at her. His blonde hair hung down to just past his shoulders, in an unruly, surfer boy's mess, his bright blue eyes shining, like she was just added to the pillow menu.
"Ok, so the bet is this," Anderson began, "You have to place high score. Losing couple has to be a slave girl and boy to the winning couple."
Alex grinned but Amy just gasped. Dragging Alex aside, she almost let him have it, until she saw him grinning.
"Ok Mister! You know back home, Klaus did ALL of the driving. I never had an interest in 'cars'."
"That's because James never let anyone near his collection. He had some choice rides, and the Yanks were batshit crazy during the 20th when it came to horsepower one-upmanship."
"So?"
"Here." He said, handing her a small chip with a male end for her neural implant and a female connector for an interface jack. She arced and eyebrow.
"A skill mod? What skill?"
"20th century auto-crossing."
"Ok, I have no idea what that means..." She began, as he leaned down, kissed her softly and tenderly, her body responding in areas she wasn't sure were suitable for public places. He then whispered into her ear.
"It's a performance driving skill set, for both manual transmission cars and how to drive them on twisting and curving roads, including how to drift. Trust me gorgeous, if I didn't think you could do this, I'd have never agreed to the bet." He finished, fixing her top, readjusting her nearly invisible bra, trying to hide her erect nipples from view. She smacked his hand away, doing it herself.
"Just so you know, cars were never my thing." She advised, slipping the chip into place, blinking several times as a drop-down menu appeared over her inner eyeball.
"Oh wow..." Was all she said as Alex led her to the Sim in question, Ericka and Talia watching her dazed look as she slowly climbed in, slipping the interface jack into the backside of the chip, then settling into a driving position, the seat adjusting automatically. As the lid closed, she closed her eyes...
And awoke, standing at a car port. The late morning sun was still rising over the Sierra Madres, as she cast her gaze down at what the Sim dressed her in: A short tennis skirt. Not so short as to be overly revealing, but it did stop above her knees; white pumps in her size, size 6, and they had ankle high socklings built in, making her feet VERY comfortable; and a REALLY tight T-shirt, showing off her D's to everyone gazing her way; thankfully there was no one around, save for someone who resembled Klaus, butler's livery and all!
"OH MY GOD! KLAUS!?" She practically yelled, running up to him and leaping into his arms. He caught her, hugging her back lovingly.
"So, you ver Mattie, hmm?" He said, giving her as stern a gaze as he could muster. She pouted.
"I'm sorry Hun, but my orders were to protect Alex at all costs. I couldn't do it with these on display to everyone." She replied, holding her foot-long ears. He nodded his understanding.
"James has allowed his stable to be used for zis simulation. Pick a vehicle." He said, as the car port's dozen doors opened. The skill chip had already downloaded all of the data to her 'Sim Form' though she was sure after all of this was over, she'd end up wanting a car...
The cars on display were exotics and domestics of considerable lineage and pedigree; She'd have a tough time deciding, and the chipset wasn't helping, as it flashed pertinent info across her inner eye: Horsepower to Weight ratios, weight distribution, Peak power etc. Sighing, she turned to Klaus.
"What did Tali drive?"
"The yellow car, a 2007 Nissan R-33 Skyline."
"Nice choice. What about Ericka?"
"The metallic blue sports car, a Calloway twin turbo Corvette."
"Damn, that's got some ponies under the hood for certain. Who did better?"
"Talia, by nearly 33 seconds. Ericka spun out on turn 23."
"Damn! How many turns are there?"
"About 30 or so. Some are barely curves at all, just even outs from a previous curve's terminus. Even though you aren't really here, Amythyst, be careful. Pain and death experienced in..." But she put her hand on his arm.
"I know Klaus, I know. Ooooh, what is THAT!" She said, pointing to a fire engine red, low slung convertible sports car, that, if it had wings, could have doubled as a jet fighter.
"Ah, yes, the 1967 Corvette Stingray L88. If you choose that car Amythyst, be very careful. It is not stock."
"James had work done on it?"
"At last test, before Alex went to the Academy, it produced roughly 750 rear wheel horsepower. It's since been set up with WilWood brakes, very traction happy tires and an autocross suspension."
"And it's a drop top. That's my ride." She said, jogging over and hopping behind the wheel. Buckling the seat belt, she turned the key, her left foot depressing the clutch, as she slipped the M-22 into neutral. The starter whined and the engine caught on the 4th revolution.
"VROOOOOM!" She smiled evilly.
"Prepare to dust my furniture, bubble kitty." She said, smiling to Klaus, who looked truly concerned for her safety...
Watching the B*I*G screen, everyone in the dinner crowd turned as Amy started one of James Carlson's most prized vehicles.
"Isn't that a Stingray, Pop?" Alex asked, as Anderson suddenly looked worried...
"The one and only. It's car number 11, out of 20 Grand Sports made that year. Cost me a fortune."
"You still have it?" Anderson asked. James nodded.
"I still have every car in my stable. Why, you want to buy it?" The elder Carlson said with a laugh. Alex turned to him suddenly.
"Pop? I'll buy it from you! To give to Amy."
"Son, I'll make you a side wager, since Ericka already lost us this bet: If Amy beats Talia, and does it in THAT car, I'll give it to her personally."
"And if she doesn't?"
"I get her for 24 hours. I won't hurt her, much, but she'll be a good slave girl..." He said wickedly.
"Deal!" Alex smiled and shook his Pop's hand. Turning back to the screen, everyone watched as though looking through her eyes, since a Micro-Sim was connected directly to a person via their Neural Implant, and anything connected to it, in her case, her Galhadian Implant COM, which connected to her corneas and ear drums, so they could 'see' and 'hear' everything she did in the Sim.
Stepping gently onto the brake, she released the parking brake with her left hand, the pedal popping up with a solid 'THUNK!" sound next to her left leg. Slipping her right foot over the gas pedal, she floored it twice, to settle the idle. The roar of the engine drowned out even the thump-thump from go-go bar, as Leo walked in, looked up at the monitor and then over to the Sim. Spotting friends new and old, he walked over smiling...
Fixing her gaze on the road ahead of the car port, she blew a kiss to Klaus, eased the car out of the garage, then, as a wicked grin crossed her face, seen only by those on one side of the room, because of her view with regards to the rear-view mirror, she slipped the car into 1st, slammed her right foot down hard on the gas, and side-stepped the clutch...
The engine screamed to nearly five grand in the blink of an eye, the roar across the speakers drowning out everything and everyone, the car, from her eye's perspective, launching sideways in a tire-blistering assault on the senses. Alex smiled softly.
'You go, girl.' He thought to himself.
"Ouch!" Anderson said, looking to James as he paled considerably, then sighed with relief when he remembered, these weren't really his cars, and she didn't nearly destroy $500 worth of tires...
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