Hello! I’m am a college student who has been writing since high school, with three completed manuscripts, two half-finished manuscripts, and a bunch of other various writings. I love reading (duh!), writing, playing soccer, and learning about new things.
I like reading YA/NA sci-fi and fantasy, although I’ll admit that sometimes the world-building is lost on me. But alas. I like main characters who can think for themselves and who have their own sense of agency. It’s hard to describe what I mean, which I realize is extremely ironic.
I don’t read a lot of contemporaries, but other than that, I can’t think of a lot of things that are a hard no. Mostly it’s just a case by case basis, so pitch it and we’ll see!
He’s a mercenary.
She’s a bounty hunter.
And now there’s a million dollars on the line.
Jason is the prodigy apprentice of his Uncle Arthur; an infamous mercenary with worldwide renown. Now it’s time for Jason to make his own name.
Jay is the rookie bounty-hunter extraordinaire, working her way up the ranks while taking care of her sickly sister. Now she needs the money.
When the criminal underworld is turned on its head in the search for an ancient amulet, their paths collide in as everything they have worked for is put in danger. Somebody else in New San Helios is making their move, and as Jason and Jay each work to track down the amulet, they soon uncover dark secrets at work in the bowels of New San Helios.
With the bounty, and their lives, on the line, Jason and Jay will have to figure out if they have what it takes to find the amulet. And if they can find it first.
May the best merc win.
A gust of nighttime air whipped the burnt-crimson cape over the crouched form, red lights blinking under his hooded head. Beneath the layered material obscuring his features was an oblivion of darkness. If a light shone directly under his hood, one would see the outline of a shell mask, protecting his jaw and spanning up to his nose. Over his eyes were the source of the red lights– a pair of specially designed goggles created for and by himself.
His cape crackled in the wind as it unfurled behind him. The combat boots on his feet creaked stiffly in protest against his movement. Very little time had been spent preparing these boots, and the preparations made had to be made with the utmost carefulness. He could not afford otherwise.
Red looked down at the roof of the neighboring building. Through the multitude of lenses and filters within his goggles, Red could track the few people thoughtless enough to violate New San Helios’ unspoken curfew. Only a certain type of people walked the New San Helios streets this late into the night, in the twilight hours when too much of the night had passed but the sun still hadn’t graced the horizon with its presence. It was the witching hour, but witches didn’t exist. During the night, the criminals ran the city, spreading their violence, and drugs, and other less-than-savory dealings onto the poor citizens of the city just trying to survive.
Here are some best practices for reaching out to a potential CP:
- Include the link to your own CP Match profile! You can find it on your Dashboard. Don't have one yet? What are you waiting for? Anyone with a WriteOnCon.org account can make one!
- Introduce yourself a little, and say what appealed to you about their listing.
- Respect what's listed here in their profile. They took the time to fill it out, and they've included this information for a reason. Don't send a message about a book they specifically say is a Hard No, for example.
- Offer to swap a small sample of your works, so you can see if you're really compatible. First chapters are a good starting place.
- If one party no longer wants to continue the interaction, it's nobody's fault. Sometimes finding the right CP takes time.
Happy writing and CPing!