👋 What's up, worlds? Y'all can call me CD!
Welcome! I'm a lady from southeastern USA and I've been creating stories for over ten years. I consider myself an advanced-literate writer with a penchant for letting things age like wine, and I'm seeking partners with similar skills!🤔 What am I looking for in a general sense?
Friendship! Rapidfire! I'm the kind of gal that needs a personal connection to stay invested - mood boards, playlists, gushing - all that jazz. If you feel the same way, consider approaching me with your headcanons and other questions!👀 What am I looking for in a partner sense?
Aliens! Cryptids! Supers! I have a preference for established characters with good alignments, but I'm open to more devious ones. Most of my things are multiverse-friendly, so if you want to bring a character in, we can find a way!

WHAT ABOUT ROMANCE?
Character romances can absolutely happen!
However, they must be the result of a slow-burn with good chemistry.
I'll only roleplay FxM or MxF romances with select (mostly female) writers.
I won't write sexytimes. Please don't come to me for ERP.All good? Cool! Please contact me when you're ready.

It started with a land where the elements reigned and dragons ruled the sod, sea, and sky. Then, things became a crowded when mankind, their mages, and machines entered the fray. Soon after, aliens and dinosaurs joined their ranks.Now, Auroverse is a collection of all things mashed into this fantastical story.The world has hordes of undead amassing from ages long lost, and the dragon kingdoms they wage war against. There are mystics trying to survive on a plane where cryptids and syndicates go bump in the night, and the alien vagabonds that race against time to save their planets from a malicious infestation.Incarnations of heaven and hell live alongside each other in imperfect harmony, while one realm boasts a vast supercontinent where synthetic titans eclipse the sun and the dinosaurs roam once more. All the while, a horrific cosmic entity banished to the edge of existence watches from space in its eldritch prison.Auroverse is a sandbox of adventure, fantasy, and science-fiction, and it has something for everyone. Will you be a part of it?

THE SURFACE WORLD

Earth, but a little different...

Earth is a strange place to live riddled with even stranger lifeforms, the source of which eventually became known. An earthquake of the century revealed a subterranean structure pulsing with dimensional energy. Dubbed the "Obelisk" due to its shape, it encouraged rapid evolution, resulting in the world today.

THE HOLLOW WORLD

Labyrinth, home to titans...

Labyrinth is a latecomer to the evolution game, despite having existed longer than the surface. In the badlands of the realm, sapience rose in the form of evosaurs and synthetites, making what started as primordial soup grow into something more as they proved their worth and claimed a spot with the greats.

THE HIDDEN WORLD

Aurophia, the golden land...

Aurophia is a rich world imbued with deep magical roots. Both the land and the animals that inhabit it are blessed with extraordinary elemental powers. The sky is a glazed gold. Floating islands dot the seas. Dragon kingdoms rain down fire from the sky, and therian cities flourish in fields of wild wheat.

WHO ARE THESE WEIRDOS?
I most often play premade characters from an original world.
That said, I'm always happy to adapt them based on the setting.
Click on an icon below to see a brief version of their profile!Keep in mind that many in-depth descriptions are missing.
There be secrets ahead...

CHILDHOOD
Azura'ellys was born into a tribe of skin-changing hybrids descended from distant dragon and human lineage. No one knew they existed on Aurophia, for a magic maelstrom surrounded the isolated ring of islands on which they resided, never letting anyone enter or escape, save for the few who fell through the cracks. For many years, life was simple, food was plentiful, and the people kind.TEENHOOD
Azura had been taught the basics of survival, crafting, and most importantly, sailing, at an early age. The first time she felt the freedom beneath a sail was the moment she found her love of travel, which led her to become the tribe's apprentice navigator as a teenager. After undertaking a dangerous rite of passage to earn her first draconic form, however, she drowned in a storm on the journey back.ADULTHOOD
Azura became a Dreamwalker in death, where she awoke in a lower dimension, Earth, on an island not unlike her own, but occupied by hostile castaways and a malignant force she came to know as the Order of the Ouroboros. Captured by the survivors, many terrible things happened throughout this period, and she waged a war for her freedom, but at the price of everything she could've remained.THE PRESENT
Azura returned home, only to find that, by some cosmic catastrophe, her civilization had vanished and people scattered. Seeking to destroy the Order of the Ouroboros, she dreamwalked through the dimensions before landing in Los Lunares, where she continued to fight on the fringes of humankind, only to discover that another member of her kind might be closer than she thought.

APPEARANCE
Harrison is a giant of a man, well-proportioned and possessing an average amount of muscle, but also overweight-dispositioned and padded with a thick layer of fat. Even with gray eyes and aging russet hair, his most notable trait includes a faded slash on the left side of his neck and a damaged left knee. A cricket inside an hourglass (back) and an Aquarius glyph (right wrist) consist of his tattoos.Harrison is self-conscious about the state of his body and almost never seen wearing short-sleeved clothing, instead favoring a faded gray button-up shirt, a beige long coat with yellow trimming, black dress pants, brown work boots, and the occasional scarf. Somewhat farsighted, he will occasionally don a small pair of rectangular reading glasses to help with his ability to read things up-close.

PERSONALITY
Harrison is laid back, witty, and knows how to play around. As an avid lover of old movies, there’s nothing better than a quiet night with a bowl of snacks and red wine while he watches some of his favorite reruns, and while he doesn’t always know how to, he tries his best to be a good person.Harrison is aggressive, solitary, territorial, and lazy. Known for his mean streak, he has a terrible temper and just wants to be left alone most of the time, and at his worst, he’s violent, unreasonable, and revels in the grief he brings upon others in order to feel better about his own petty problems.

CHILDHOOD
Harrison Graves was born into a mundane family in a small rural town in the Midwest United States. Growing up, he had an ordinary childhood with the exception of the absence of his mother, who was deemed unfit for parenthood by a case involving the mistreatment of her children. Custody was given to their single working dad, who they were raised by from then on out, and he grew up happy.TEENHOOD
Harrison had always been someone for science, especially astronomy and genetics. After graduating from college early with a concentration in biomedical engineering, he pursued his master's degree in hopes to make a difference in the field, but when that didn't pan out, he settled for a comfortable job as a professor, much like his father. For a time, he was content with what he'd accomplished.ADULTHOOD
Harrison eventually transferred to a prestigious university in Los Lunares where he met his wife and two lifelong friends, all of whom pulled some shady, but well-intended research. Not wanting a bad streak among the institute, they were exiled for their endeavors, and around this time, a disturbing revelation caused his wife to divorce him, and her whereabouts have largely remained unknown.THE PRESENT
Harrison sent in an application for a magic license, and because of a recently suffered knee injury, the governing arcane powers of Ramsgate City approved his request in return for a service. To maximize their investment, he and his friends were relocated to Rowanwick, where they worked as library guardians by putting their combined knowledge both mundane and magical to good use.

Every night, she struggled. Most people relaxed when they fell asleep. Some had nightmares. Others thrived. Azura, however, could never seem to stop fighting.Lightning shot through the cold, black sky like a scream in the dark, and where there was lightning, thunder sang not too far behind. Mangled cacti reached for the tempestuous heavens, tempted by the empty promise of a rain that would never come. Be it of a dream or not, a dry storm in the desert was no place for a girl from an island.Somewhere in the near distance, the snarling of a large animal – mammalian, by the sounds of it – echoed between the winding canyon before being abruptly silenced with a sickening crack. That was okay, or so she thought.Azura hunted bigger game.The circumstances that led her to this dreamwalk didn't so much matter as the damage caused by the creature that lurked within its space. Why it took an interest in stealing babies straight from the crib, she did not know – only that it needed to go away for good.Something akin to bug-like warbling grew louder to where she stood in wait, carried on the faint winds of change along with the floating, ethereal specks that permeated the lower plane. With her bow drawn and back against the sandy cliff, barely did the archer breathe as she swiveled around the corner and took her aim--only to realize just how close the nightmarish thing was to her bluff. Barely did Azura even get the chance to process its features before it swung a webbed, talon-tipped hand at her face. The surprise alone was enough to scare even the hardiest of hunters, but to an apprentice dreamwalker, the sudden jolt brought her back to the waking world.

Under darkness, it hunted. Like lightning, it struck.As the darkest day of the year crept further from its hole and upon man, so did the monsters that hid beneath its belly. Heavy footfalls echoed down the increasingly empty streets, followed by the rush of crisp autumnal winds carrying the faint chorus of thunder. Some would've called it ominous. The man known as Harrison found it far more terrifying.Shallow gasps intermingled with a light pattering of rain, each of their steps sending an upheaval of grimy water, but dirtied boots were the least of his worries as his partner got snapped into the air like a ragdoll. Any pleas or screams she may have had lingering on the tip of her tongue were silenced with a sickening splatter of crimson on the pavement.No time to care nor any inkling of pity for the woman was present. With an increased drive to survive, the man rushed past a fallen street light, which had the unfortunate effect of leaving whatever followed in the dark, its winged shadow beating furiously for blood.Up ahead lied an abandoned fishery - the designated safehouse for his people (although he loathed to call them such) and their endeavors. "Iron!" the man blurted, arms flailing and seemingly insane as he made his approach. "It doesn't like iron!"Fortunately, someone heard him. Unfortunately, they didn't listen. One of the guards, a boorish man of impressive size, slipped out from behind one of the old delivery garages. A war cry bellowed from his throat, loud enough to rival the excessive number of shots that cracked through the night at an invisible foe.Harrison took this opportunity to dive inside the relative safety of the fishery just as his meathead friend laid his eyes on the last light he'd ever see. Whoever he was mattered about as much as his smoldering remains did now.

Glittering stones and other bioluminescence twinkled overhead. Stagnant waters teased the dry, withered foliage, and the only winds that tickled the senses were ones that passed through natural vents high above. Needless to say, such little life existed so far below, and what managed to survive only did so by the skin of its teeth.The clicking of talons against cobblestone echoed down the increasingly empty market. Wires and rope crisscrossed from the roofs in a spider's web from which paper lanterns and clothes hung, while the sandstone buildings themselves seemed to veer inwards, listening and ever-hungry, much like the denizens that inhabited the endless deep.Jack shuffled his way along, the tips of his faded tunic just barely swishing against the ground, torn and frayed at the edges from use and dappled with dark stains. One hand held the other, both tucked neatly against his chest. A face scarf wrapped comfortably just above his nose, while a hat concealed all but two bright green eyes that almost seemed to reflect light from under the shadow of its brim.A slim window had to be made, one that ranged somewhere between when he woke up and when the rest of the bazaar decided to close their businesses - and for sleep medicine, ironically enough. What happened when one smashed a round nocturnal predator into the square-shaped hole that was a daily desk job? A helluva messed-up circadian rhythm. Jack barely slept. The resulting migraines were unbearable, and he needed the strong stuff.The alchemist's clicking and shuffling came to an end outside of an apothecary, Uncommon Taste. A gloved hand reached out, wrapping around the handle, and as soon as he cracked open the door, he smelled it.Blood. He smelled blood.While the thought of his doctor was worrisome in of itself, more intense happened to be the indication that he may not have been alone. A puff of green fire whisked between three rows of fangs, briefly illuminating leonine features in the darkness. A warning? An invitation? Maybe both.

THE SPOOKY SEASON APPROACHES!

Happy Hallow's Eve, prospecting partners! I'm here and ready to get into the groove of ghosts and ghouls. I can't promise this plot will be the most horrific thing to grace my fingertips, but it'll definitely be something. Let's get into it!

TAKE A LOOK AT THE STARTER POST!

Heavy footfalls echoed down the increasingly empty streets, followed by the rush of autumnal winds carrying the faint chorus of laughing children. Most nights, it would’ve been quite ominous, but autumn in Rowanwick was not most nights.Harrison Graves shuffled along, the tips of his overcoat barely swishing against the ground. As he parted through, a flurry of leaves hurriedly vacating the area, and the breeze did little to stop the spreading waft of a carnival delicacy – powdered funnel cake - which resided in one hand, but the treat wasn’t for him. No, he didn’t plan to have a heart attack tonight.Eventually, the man’s journey eventually came to a halt in a quaint patch of pumpkins and hay where a gaggle of kids from toddlers to teens chatted and played, offering some much-needed reprieve to the delight of their overworked parents.A teenage boy with a tattered green jacket and unkempt brown hair trotted up to him. “Oh, oh! Did you get it?”Harrison plopped down on one of the bales. “Mhm,” he confirmed, and just to tease, flashed open the lid before quickly clamping it back down. “The question is, did you get them?”Golden eyes hidden somewhere beneath a mop of overgrown bangs flicked to the side and back, scoping out the scene as if he were in the midst of a shady deal. With enviable quickness, he reached into his pockets and flashed a treasure of his own – gray stones glimmering with runes. “Yeah, some of ‘em, but–!”“–Then you only get some of the funnel cake,” the man stated, plain and simple. “That’s my rules.”As things happened to be, however, the urchin known as Lester ‘Wild Dog’ Lobera was a shrewd negotiator. “Half, and I’ll tell you where you can find the rest.”Harrison considered this, absentmindedly rubbing his chin. “…Deal.”After exchanging the stones, Lester most greedily accepted his share of the magic man’s treat. “The abandoned S.S. Maritime!" he revealed, and quickly skittered back from whence he came. Harrison shook his head, turning his attention to the remainder of the treat and gave it a deep inhale before taking his first bite.Warm powdered sugar and fryer grease met his tongue, and his inner foodie stifled a contented sigh. At least he’d be able to enjoy it in peace… or so he thought.

THAT JUST ABOUT DOES IT!

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