Sexy_Trinity69
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Name: Daphne
Age: Eighteen
Eye and Hair Color: Green and Auburn
Height and Weight: 5'5 and 120 lbs
Personality: Feisty, Independent, Temperamental, Caring, Naive
Plot: Daphne is an eighteen yr old hermit. She and her father fled into the woods after the death of her mother. Her father feared for their lives, due to paranoia that society was out to get them. He taught her to fish, hunt and survive on her own at a young age and died when she was 13 from some unknown illness. She and her dog Scooter have been living in the cottage since and hasn't had human contact since her father passed. I've left the injured person vague so that the roleplayer who takes it has free reign of the character. All I ask is that this be a softer role play. It's more about the plot and connection than the smut, and though smut is nice, I'd prefer something more sensual and erotic almost. The character can be male or female and if at all possible, someone that posts at least 2 or 3 paragraphs each post. If interested, shoot me a PM!
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"Scooter! Come 'ere boy!" Daphne called out as she cupped her hands around her mouth. Hopefully it would amplify her voice enough for Scoot to hear her. Chances were he could hear perfectly already, he was just choosing to ignore her. That dog. Ugh, she didn't know what she was going to do with him. "Scooter! Come oooon, it'll be dusk soon!" She whined and grumbled as she trudged through the woods, her worn boots crunching leaves and twigs along the way. There had been more and more wolves populating their little area of 'paradise' and Daph knew there'd be trouble if the two of them were out too late into the night. It wasn't that she was afraid of them, oh no, after spending ten years away from civilization, wolves were the least of her worries. Ok, they were pretty big ones, but she wasn't frightened of them. More so annoyed by them. Imma tan that mutts hide if I don't find him soon, she mused to herself as she began to walk toward the stream.
Chances are he'd be sleeping in the sunlight there without a care in the world. He could be such a lazy animal. An adorably lazy animal. She rolled her green eyes with a slight smile and pulled her dark locks back with a small piece of string. She pulled it tight into a ponytail to keep it out of her eyes and continued to walk. Her feet dragged and she pouted though no one was around to see. In fact, no one had been around in what? Five years? Or was it six? Or four? Heh, is was crazy it'd been so long. Crazy she'd been put in this situation in the first place, but...it didn't bother her so much. She loved the outdoors and she loved her little cottage and her large shaggy dog. She couldn't recall much else to be honest.
They had ventured deep into the woods when she had been about seven or eight. They being her and her father. He was a large man, built like a brick wall and dark hair similar to her own but much shorter. His eyes were blue and shown like crystals. That was all she could really remember about his appearance, but he knew he had a laugh and a smile that always made her glow, despite the circumstances. Daphne pushed a few escaped strands of hair from her face and glued her eyes to the ground. Time was lucid here and unable to grasp. The only way she could really tell anything at all was due to the sun.
Her father had taught her how to judge the hours of the day from the position of the sun. He'd even talked about helping her make a sun dial, but they'd never gotten around to it. Again, she didn't mind so much though. He'd made a lot of promises and though he didn't keep many, he'd always tried his best to. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she neared the water of the stream. The rush of the waterfall could be heard from miles away and she pondered on whether or not to take her shower now or at sunrise. It'd be dark soon and she hadn't brought her pocket knife either. She'd already shaved the day before, but she was long due for a hair cut. Her locks stretched all the way to the small of her back when it was allowed to swing free. As much as she loved her hair, keeping it so long created unnecessary risks. "Scooter! There you are boy!"
Her lips curled into a smile as she spotted the dog in the distance. He looked over at her, but rather than bounding in her direction, he barked and pawed at something on the ground. "W-what is it, Scoot?" she asked nervously as she inched closer to the water. Washed up on the shore was a unusual looking mass. It almost looked like a..."A-a- body?! Scoot, get back!" The sternness of her command made the dog jump back a bit and Daphne hurried over to replace him. She crouched down, touching the figure gingerly. She couldn't exactly tell if the person was male of female, but whatever it was, it was hurt. It was lucky it hadn't drown really. Daphne glanced over at Scooter, who was sopping wet and she figured out what must have happened. "Come 'ere boy...lets get it home..."
Between their combined efforts, it wasn't too hard to get the body back to their quaint cottage. It wasn't that heavy and its frame was wirery as if they hadn't eaten in a while. What exactly happened to it, was beyond her, but she got it into her bed gently and wrapped it in what clean blankets she had before tending to the cuts along it's forehead. She knew it might have other injuries...but it was probably better to wait until it stirred for that. It'd be a little awkward if they woke up to her undressing them after all.
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Age: Eighteen
Eye and Hair Color: Green and Auburn
Height and Weight: 5'5 and 120 lbs
Personality: Feisty, Independent, Temperamental, Caring, Naive
Plot: Daphne is an eighteen yr old hermit. She and her father fled into the woods after the death of her mother. Her father feared for their lives, due to paranoia that society was out to get them. He taught her to fish, hunt and survive on her own at a young age and died when she was 13 from some unknown illness. She and her dog Scooter have been living in the cottage since and hasn't had human contact since her father passed. I've left the injured person vague so that the roleplayer who takes it has free reign of the character. All I ask is that this be a softer role play. It's more about the plot and connection than the smut, and though smut is nice, I'd prefer something more sensual and erotic almost. The character can be male or female and if at all possible, someone that posts at least 2 or 3 paragraphs each post. If interested, shoot me a PM!
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"Scooter! Come 'ere boy!" Daphne called out as she cupped her hands around her mouth. Hopefully it would amplify her voice enough for Scoot to hear her. Chances were he could hear perfectly already, he was just choosing to ignore her. That dog. Ugh, she didn't know what she was going to do with him. "Scooter! Come oooon, it'll be dusk soon!" She whined and grumbled as she trudged through the woods, her worn boots crunching leaves and twigs along the way. There had been more and more wolves populating their little area of 'paradise' and Daph knew there'd be trouble if the two of them were out too late into the night. It wasn't that she was afraid of them, oh no, after spending ten years away from civilization, wolves were the least of her worries. Ok, they were pretty big ones, but she wasn't frightened of them. More so annoyed by them. Imma tan that mutts hide if I don't find him soon, she mused to herself as she began to walk toward the stream.
Chances are he'd be sleeping in the sunlight there without a care in the world. He could be such a lazy animal. An adorably lazy animal. She rolled her green eyes with a slight smile and pulled her dark locks back with a small piece of string. She pulled it tight into a ponytail to keep it out of her eyes and continued to walk. Her feet dragged and she pouted though no one was around to see. In fact, no one had been around in what? Five years? Or was it six? Or four? Heh, is was crazy it'd been so long. Crazy she'd been put in this situation in the first place, but...it didn't bother her so much. She loved the outdoors and she loved her little cottage and her large shaggy dog. She couldn't recall much else to be honest.
They had ventured deep into the woods when she had been about seven or eight. They being her and her father. He was a large man, built like a brick wall and dark hair similar to her own but much shorter. His eyes were blue and shown like crystals. That was all she could really remember about his appearance, but he knew he had a laugh and a smile that always made her glow, despite the circumstances. Daphne pushed a few escaped strands of hair from her face and glued her eyes to the ground. Time was lucid here and unable to grasp. The only way she could really tell anything at all was due to the sun.
Her father had taught her how to judge the hours of the day from the position of the sun. He'd even talked about helping her make a sun dial, but they'd never gotten around to it. Again, she didn't mind so much though. He'd made a lot of promises and though he didn't keep many, he'd always tried his best to. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she neared the water of the stream. The rush of the waterfall could be heard from miles away and she pondered on whether or not to take her shower now or at sunrise. It'd be dark soon and she hadn't brought her pocket knife either. She'd already shaved the day before, but she was long due for a hair cut. Her locks stretched all the way to the small of her back when it was allowed to swing free. As much as she loved her hair, keeping it so long created unnecessary risks. "Scooter! There you are boy!"
Her lips curled into a smile as she spotted the dog in the distance. He looked over at her, but rather than bounding in her direction, he barked and pawed at something on the ground. "W-what is it, Scoot?" she asked nervously as she inched closer to the water. Washed up on the shore was a unusual looking mass. It almost looked like a..."A-a- body?! Scoot, get back!" The sternness of her command made the dog jump back a bit and Daphne hurried over to replace him. She crouched down, touching the figure gingerly. She couldn't exactly tell if the person was male of female, but whatever it was, it was hurt. It was lucky it hadn't drown really. Daphne glanced over at Scooter, who was sopping wet and she figured out what must have happened. "Come 'ere boy...lets get it home..."
Between their combined efforts, it wasn't too hard to get the body back to their quaint cottage. It wasn't that heavy and its frame was wirery as if they hadn't eaten in a while. What exactly happened to it, was beyond her, but she got it into her bed gently and wrapped it in what clean blankets she had before tending to the cuts along it's forehead. She knew it might have other injuries...but it was probably better to wait until it stirred for that. It'd be a little awkward if they woke up to her undressing them after all.
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