𝐑𝐏 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

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Welcome to miu's 𓄲 roleplay rules !! ༊·˚

៹ ࣪˖⁩ rules

𓇿 i may sometimes be busy, either with school or just life in general — i will try to let you know ahead of time so it doesn't look like i ditched you. before we do end up roleplaying, I'd like to communicate with you first before immediately jumping into it and also to figure out what the rp will be about, i am not the best when it comes to plots and such, so that'll be a topic for much needed discussion ..

𓇿 I'm alright with oc's, as long as they aren't unnecessarily powerful, and i would also like some information about the oc first (this part is optional). i also do not mind group roleplays ! as long as there's an actual rotation going on, another thing, please do not spam me :disappointed: sending reminders once or twice is helpful, but i don't want to be flooded with messages, i also could be having horrible writers block and might not be able to write (i will try, tho)

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៹ ࣪˖⁩ literacy

𓇿 one-liners ✗

𓇿 semi-literate ✓/✗

𓇿 literate ✓

𓇿 advanced literate ✓

𓇿 novella ✓

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៹ ࣪˖⁩ rp example

𓇿 here's a little telemachus starter for a feel of how i write ! ♡

It had not been common for the brunette to be wandering around aimlessly, no motive for each step that was taken, foot after foot pressed without thought in a slow and meaningless process. Had anyone seen him, they would not believe that he was the Prince, Prince of a tiny island, but the status still hung high in the eyes of civilians who were to be in the presence of the young man, he, however, did not enjoy himself being referred to as such, leaving a bitter taste in the tip of his tongue, only to trail to the pit of his stomach, swirling around like a rapid paced hurricane. Though a bit of an exaggeration, it was true, the title being spoken into others' mouths, only made him want to rip it off and throw it far away, but he should be grateful, if it weren’t for Prince, his name would be; Odysseus’ Son, even after the years flying by, like colors mixing into one another, he could never leave his father's shadow, the shadow that covered Ithaca, that covered him.

He could not blame the people around him, he was his father's child, and even his mother always told him how much she reminded him of the man who had left those years ago. Every motion he made, though useless, was a reminder of what his father could have been if he were to be here, sitting at the dinner table, helping him train, walking the paths that led to the palace. It was like his personality traits were just mishaps of what was supposed to be Odysseus – like he wasn’t supposed to be his own person. But how was he to be a person he knew nothing about ? He couldn’t play up the image he so desperately grasped, as if it was running through his fingers and out into the air, forming clouds of fear, fear that when- IF, his father was to return, he wouldn’t see the boy he fought for.

What felt like hours of walking, The Prince found himself standing in front of an oak tree, the tree was large, looming over the area that had the fortune of lying beneath it. Its bark had lines written across its hard exterior, signifying the years of growth and progress the tree had to go through over the centuries, the branches ranged from barely visible, to large stumps that hung from the center. Walking closer, his fingers ran gentle swirls onto the wood, like if he pressed any harder it would break down and collapse right in front of his very eyes, thankfully though, he wasn’t that strong.

His knees began to feel weak, he had no awareness of how long his little walk had lasted, but he seemed to be far from the palace, and the sun was soon to set. Instead of beginning his walk back, however, the brunette allowed his body to rest, settling himself from underneath the oak tree leaves, his curled locks blowing back and forth along with the warmed wind. The previous fears and anxiety flew far away into his mind, perhaps they formed another line into the wood.

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៹ ࣪˖⁩ muses

𓇿 hera

𓇿 telemachus

𓇿 aphrodite

𓇿 polites

𓇿 penelope

𓇿 circe

𓇿 aeolus

𓇿 tiresias

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៹ ࣪˖⁩ pairings