OnexOne

I need a really good Literate one x one. Good grammar, typing, and loves to make posts after posts.

I am also looking for one that is Long Term as well. So a literate long term roleplay would be nice. C:

I'm game for almost any genre, I'm not that very picky. But if your going to ask what I'm in the mood for. It would be Poke'morphs(Semi-plot) and Dragon Riders.

So post here, using OOC, and I'll either accept or deny you. Thank you!

OOC: Hey, long time no see, as always, I`m interested in a good RP

~Hey Fire. :'D
Of course you are allowed to join.~

OOC: Coolio, I don`t really do poke-whatevers lol. But I`d be down for dragon riders =]

~Yes plz.
Dragon Riders. xD;~

OOC: Coolio, alright, so do you have any idea of what were gonna do?

~To be honest, no.
I've been trying to come up with plots, but all seem to escape me.~

OOC: Alright, well I sort of have a half assed idea.

PLOT-ish

City, controlled by a fairly decent king, has a squad of dragon riders protecting his city. Suddenly, untold evil comes, challanging the man, threatening to destroy his kingdom. Dragon riders try and defend, but they arent strong enough, they need to learn more about their magic and their abilities. In desperation, one flies into the forbidden wood, meeting an elf and his or her dragon. Gain friendship, eventually save the kindgom, lots of drama inbetween.

If we go with this, Id like to play the elf and his dragon.

~Sounds good to me.~

OOC: Awesome, I just thought it up, XD.
Intro or Bio? I really prefer intros, lol.

~Hmm yeah intros.~

OOC: Alright, who goes first?

~Could you?
I'm not sure really what to post. xD;~

Ooc:: Sure thing, intro in my next post.

It was just before dusk when a tall, thin man emerged from seemingly no where. At a glance, he appeared to be a tall human, but upon closer inspection, it was obvious he was anything but. He was tall, standing at well over six feet. His build was willowy, but he had muscle, he moved with the elegance and grace of a feline, and it was obvious his movements could turn deadly with any step. His ears were tappered into sharp points, and his features were decidedly feline. High cheek bones, sharply arched eyebrows, olive shaped eyes. His hair was dark, and his eyes were a startling forest green. His skin was natrually tan, but almost seemed to gleam under the small amount of light. He was wearing a simple tunic and breeches, green and black, and strapped across his back were matching swords, black blades, green handles.

He walked out of the small village, a ruckasack swung over his shoulder. He was famed in these parts, known as the protector. His actual name was Xayden, and he was one of the few remianing elves alive. He was a forest protector guarding the land, the trees, the animals from the greed of the humans and the seven kingdoms. He was the last of his kind, the elves of the land, there were a few water protectors, elves of the sea left, but he never saw them. Elves in general were a dwindling race. Entering the forest, he let out a low whistle, stopping and waiting as a huge shadow passed over head. Zhartin, or Zhar, his dragon.

Zhar was massive, he had black scales, which matched Xayden's blades. His wings were large and bat like, the memebrane being the same green as Xayden's eyes and sword hilts. He walked on all fours, a land creature, though like all dragons, save those of the water, he had the ability to fly and breath fire, among other gifts. He had large spines that ran down his back, save for between his shoulders and wing joints, which was where Xayden rode. He had two sharp horns on his head that were razor sharp, excellent weapons. His face was almost horse like, save for the feline like green eyes and razor sharp teeth, plus his snout as longer.
Landing, Zhar glanced at Xayden, eagerly nosing the bag.
Brat Xayden spoke, using the mind link ability he had to animals, though any dragon rider had this ability with their mount.
Did ya get 'em? Zhar asked, poking Xayden some more. Laughing, the elf pulled a small, wrapped cake from the bag.
"One now" He murmured in elvish, Zhar understood both mind link and elvish, so he often alternated between the two. He tossed the cake, laughing as the dragon snapped up the treat.