Need help getting back into this...

Hi, my name is Kelsey. I've never role played on a forum (Only on chat rooms) and need help getting around. Maybe start a role play with me and one or two other people to help me build my main character? If you are interested please let me know and we can start out right away. I am a quick study and am easy to get along with. I already have a character and her bio. Which can be found below, please let me know if you are interested !!

Sabra Valhaan
² Age:22
² Species: Druid/Demi-Goddess
² Parents: The Morrigan, father unknown
² Looks/Personality: A milky pale female with a strange lilac tint to her irises. She had very full breasts to make up for the other noticeably lacks of curves. Her vivid violet hair was long and curled before she became a druid. Now it is cropped short and almost pixie like to her lovely visage. She had a soft way about her but was utterly blood thirsty on the battle field. She is pansexual. Her height is a very tall 5'10.
² Clothing: Straying from the normal nude the Irish loved, she was clad in loose midnight trousers to disguise her movement. Celtic knotting in different bindings of strength, harmony and prayer to all the Gods and Goddesses over lapped the seams running across her thighs and hips. Also, unique knotting that only she and Fliddas could read gave her the ability of true silence to be the perfect hunter which ran up and down the seams on both sides of her legs. The knotting was raised off the light material of her pants like heavy embroidery but was the same deep black of the rest of the loose material. Her shirt looks a bit bizarre compared to the ill fitting pants since it was an ocher, skin tight and sleeveless top with forest green dyed leathers (Another gift from Fliddas) to cover her forearms to restrict to whip of her bow string. It was very low cut to ensure her assets were appreciated as they demanded to be.
² Abilities: Druidic, made to protect Gaia against all harm. Can change to four animal shapes. Can use the Earth to heal, cut off pain, run and move faster, see inside the magic realm and not just the physical, plane shift which very other few magically beings could do. Can make all Druidic bindings with only a thought instead of a spoken bindings since she is at least half God but to lock her consciousness with another being or any other complicated bindings she must use her words. She has a special dog, an American pit bull terrier by the name of Brutus who was huge and fierce and will only listen to she who she is teaching English to so they can communicate. She can communicate with him telepathically with images and very few words. He is always by her side. He is dark brindle color with swirls of burnt orange and a deepest black along his coat. He stands just below her hip at a height of three feet from his massive shoulders. He loves belly rubs and was a gift from Brigid, the goddess of poetry and fire.

Sabra was born in Mag Mell, one of the many planes(Arguably the most beautiful) in the Tír na Nóg, the land of Druids and Fae. She, being the daughter of the great Morrigan who is also known as the Celtic chooser of the slain, called her to learn the many ways of Gaia or their mother; the Earth. Even though training to become a Druid took most apprentices twenty years, her being the daughter of one of the first Druids to walk the Irish world learned the heavy physical and mental studies in just eight very short years. She spoke several different languages including: Old Irish, Latin, English, French, all dialects of Spanish, and many, many more.
Now it was time to become a full Druid and defender of Gaia and complete her training and finally receive the ancient tattoos along her entire right side. Her mother prepared her that the elaborate pattern on the sole of her foot was going to be the worst pain she had received in her entire short life at twenty two since it had to be done with a living thorn in touch with the Mother, herself. The ancient life force leapt into her consciousness with a sharp bite of the thorn as her mother continued picking with the ink ridden and now bloody living plant. The Mother smiled within her in greeting while she wondered at the beauty of being in touch of the entire planet. Even the screaming pain subsided in her mind as Gaia filled her with love and welcome. After seven short hours her mother woke her from her trance with the Mother of All Life as she had completed the pattern to the outside of her foot. She breathed the world in with a new breath even as the nerve endings sent screaming pain to her awareness. The Morrigan then took a relaxing breath to the smile on her daughter's face before continuing up Sabra's nude thigh to complete the pattern to her arm following Gaia's precise instructions where to place the sharp thorn.
Three fortnights passed before they reached the top of Sabra's arm where the true fun began of Gaia picking her four animal forms; One for speed, one for strength, one for sea and one for air. The mother of all had to focus on the perfect animal forms so Sabra was on her own with the agony. As the Morrigan began to create the human to make sure she could change back into her self afterwards, a scream wanted to tear from her soft throat but before even a whisper could escape her lips she bit down, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth before she could embarrass herself in front of her mother or Gaia. Her soft lilac pupils began to see through the black fog of pain to see her first four-legged runner take place. The shape began to take form into a beautiful bay Destier mare with a long flowing mane to match her ultraviolet hair. The predator animal form became a huge dire wolf that's carmine fur out rivaled even her own violent tresses. Her sea animal took shape into a slender bull shark built for speed and power and last but not least her flying animal took into a Snow Owl with it's soft grey down looking even more beautiful in the moon light. Her mother continued the Celtic knot work all the way to the middle of her hand to finish which took a full week. Finally, even though tired and bloody the young Druid's journey began to search the herbs that the dying Airmed cataloged. She could not let her mother bury another daughter.. She needed to become a goddess.