EJK's Qualifications

[EJKing]

Good day.
I figured I would layout a decent foundation for the day. So here goes step two in the process.

Me
I am a young American woman. I am a college student and work at a pet store. Its not all the fun you would think it is. Working a pet store sucks half the time dealing with clueless people, answering simple questions, cleaning up after spike because you walked away... anyway. I have been writing for near 15 years and role playing for 13 years now. Its a passion I grew into back in my early tween years and haven't let go since. Chatrooms tend to eat my attention at times, near as much as posting replies and working and going to school.

My Style
Just a little on what I do and don't like when I role play...

Likes

• Plot
• Post length (mulitple paragraphs)
• PWP (Plot with Porn)
• PWP (Porn with Plot)
• Kinky rps
• Complex characters
• Power struggle

Dislikes

• One-shots
• One Liners
• Shitty Grammar
• Vore
• Gore
• Useless whiny ukes

Sample

 

It had been easy enough to establish himself in the busy New York City lifestyle. He had enough money set aside to live among the wealthy if he so desired, and yet he had spent it on a small shop and apartment above it. It was a decent neighborhood, even if there was a small problem with gangsters. Nothing he couldn't handle. A meeting with the Man and he was good to go. The community quickly found him useful to have around, get a kid over a sickness faster, mix special spices to make the new gal more wife worthy, exotic teas, and if Fido had a problem he could help. Even the officers who patroled had no issue with him. It was simple enough. Life was interesting and he liked watching over this new way of life of the humans around him. Most of all it was nice to run across one or two friends from the past who happened to have settled in the Big Apple as well.

Mister Elijah White was closing up his shop for the night tending to a last minute young lady who had entered his shop for some tea o help her sleep. Carefully mixing the needed herbs and putting them into a tin and packaging the young ladies things he took her money and saw her to the door before locking and turning his sign. He ran a hand over his bound hair and pulled the hair tie free letting the shoulder length locks free. He stretched and trotted up the stairs hidden in the back and opened the door to his apartment and set to cleaning up for a night of wandering. Deciding he could eat out tonight, not in the mood to cook. He paused to scratch the young fox kit sleeping in his arm chair behind the ear, making a mental note that soon he could let her go seeing how her leg was healing well. He washed his face and arms and dried off before changing into cloth more befitting a night out.

Soon enough the amber eyed male was walking along the side walk. He looking handsome his long hair combed back from his face. He wore a crisp white shirt under his dark grey vest, under his black suit jacket, fitted to his toned figure. His pants were also black and his shoes black and white. A black Fedora with a white ribbon around it was holding his hair from his face. His tie was silver in color and the tie pin was gold. He looked like any wealthy gentleman of the City might, despite where he lived. Tonight, like any night the last two months was to be spent following the newest trail of that scent he found and couldn't forget. It was warm like the sun and spicy like the herbs in his shop, and it called to his inner beast, to his soul. Which was why he had been so quick to leave home this night as he had for recently. Two nights before the scent was becoming stronger, telling him that FINALLY, he was catching up with this stranger. And tonight he hoped would be the night to catch up with this person. Unlike most scents he could tell nothing about age or gender or anything else. But that hardly surprised Eli, the stories his mother had told him of these things always had said as much.

Until recently Elijah had thought he concept of a Soul Mate was a falsehood, a fairy tale so to speak. And yet this scent. He was so driven to find the source. The scent was incredibly strong now this night and it almost seemed as if he was following a scent only hours old really. Soon enough he found himself before a door that led to a basement under a Italian restaurant. There were a whole mess of smells here and not all of them food. Curious and rapt his knuckles of the steel door. A peep hole opened and an eye looked at him through it before a surprised noise came from the other side. The door opened and he was told to hurry in. Once inside he turned to face the person with in and instantly smiled seeing an old friend. "Hans," he said warmly briefly embracing the shorter male and they kissed each others cheeks before they let go. "It's Greg now, what with this whole war with Germany just over and all," the other male said leaning back against his post. "I'm surprised to see you here though," Han...Greg said. "Following a scent," he said knowing the other would understand what he meant considering the man before his was a shapeshifter he had known near ninety years back. "I see, well not sure what your looking for but they must be down in the juice joint. You can go ahead but tread carefully," Greg said gesturing to a freezer before turning at another knock.

Recently the American government had declared any liquor was illegal and the police were harsh in dealing out punishment for those caught drinking, and yet a whole business of speakeasies exploded and it would seem he stumbled across one on accident. Part of him wondered why his soulmate would be in such a place and yet he pushed it aside heading for the freezer. The cold was biting but he hardly felt it as he followed the smells of others to the back wall where a shelf pulled open to a hidden stairwell which he followed down to a boisterous underground bar. Music was loud and talking and laughter was louder. Bodies were everywhere and scent melted into one. It was near painful but he was used to it since moving into the city. Elijah moved through the people around him to the bar figuring it would be the best place for now. He made his way and the bartender was before him in a moment asking his poison. A quick order and exchange of money for a drink and Eli turned to face the room and look around, amber eyes shadowed by the lip of his fedora as he did.

Elijah took a deep breath and tried to sort through the scents he got enough to tell somewhere his mate was in the room but it was impossible to pinpoint over the bodied, the liquor, smoke, perfumes, and other scents. He sighed and took a sip of the scotch he ordered and made a slight face, it wasn't the best tasting but it would do for the moment, besides he had a task to try and accomplish and he was humming with excitement knowing that closer than ever was his mate. For hundreds of years he had thought he would live alone, and yet here he was so close.

Ectra
So I think that should be all. Just know I have tons of plots sitting away in my head, plenty of characters. If your interested in working with me I am a fairly friendly person, just drop my a PM. Promise I only bite when you ask for it.