rules & about.
Calista. 26. They / Them. Steady activity. Privately run blog, and by invite only so I don’t get overwhelmed by threads.
NSFW content will be present here, smut, erotic writing and anything of that nature but it’ll be put under a read more, every time. But please, do not feel pressured to write anything 18+ with me. We don’t have to include anything sexual, and can talk through a variety of themes that make you feel comfortable.
On that note, no minors please! I’m not going to write anything with the young'uns. Sorry!
Multiverse and Multiship.
Most rp etiquette is common sense, but will say it one more time for everyone here: don’t reblog roleplay posts you aren’t involved in.
Don’t be a dick, be nice. It works wonders.
No hate of any kind on this blog will be permitted. Blocking will occur.
I will write one liners to novella, just let me know what you prefer.
BIOGRAPHY.
eloise de la fontaine is originally from the channel island of jersey, but also lives part time in fulham, london and is gravitating towards the large metropolis more, nowadays. she’s a leggy 6"3, 32 year old with a lot of time on her hands. an early injection of inheritance has helped extend her leisurely lifestyle. usually living it up at Annabel’s, or sunbathing on a yacht off St. Brelade’s Bay.
father found his fortune in the art trade, as did his father before him. indeed, for decades, the slow and satisfactory buying, selling and distribution of art and precious antiques has kept the fontaine family in good stead. even got the knack herself, for recognising a stubbs.
everything was easy, kicking about in dusty striped espadrilles and a cornflower blue shirt tied snugly underneath a chest splendid enough to bring about envious stares from beach goers, and high cut bikini bottoms tied in bows above beautifully cut hip bones. leaving the shore to bob up and down on the water until sunset, and returning the gleaming yacht—her pride and joy—back to its moorings early that evening.
up before the crack of dawn, using the force of two strong arms to dive and swim in the deep, emerging minutes later to produce the freshest catch for breakfast. a proverb which often passed the smug lips of the blonde: water is life. the colour of the sea before eloise, reflects back into her eyes. the most vibrant, clear blue.
beneath the habitual cool, was where a true self lay in wait when everyone else had sloped off: a woman so nurturing to those who needed it, that it hurt to witness the blonde playing two isolated roles—detached socialite, carer of loved ones. more pain brought on, from eloise attempting to fuse the two. walking along country lanes, close to her modest Georgian Manor was a frequented pastime.
she’s cancerian, bisexual and suffers from bad anxiety. eloise also suffers from panic attacks, and is overall a nervy beauty. she suffers with a slight stutter carried over from childhood.
