"I'll be honest with you, the reason people don't like you is because you can't relate to them, look at how you're living. Have you ever tried to live outside of your safe little home? I'm not saying I wouldn't choose to live here over down in that shit hole-s'cuze the language, but that's what it is-I'm just saying that you don't even try to hide it. The way you look....let's just say I wouldn't have helped you back there if you hadn't offered something in return, seeing you wearing such nice clothes while I have to steal food every now and again just to get by, well that's enough to tick me off. And, if you're wondering, if I was put in the same situation again after now, I would help you without personal gain in mind, but that's not quite how everyone else works." Her tone was slightly aggressive, but she wasn't really angry at him. She didn't really have a reason to be, she was more angry at the situation most people, including herself, found themselves in.
Ren was quiet for a while, trying to give herself a moment to cool down and think. She looked at him once again, for once actually frowning at him. "Have you ever tried to help people? Maybe not with your gizmos, though you could do that too, just going out, not dressed all nice, and, I dunno...just share a little bit of the luxury you've got here. Money, food, whatever. It's sort of part of my job to try and help people, so I see a lot of good people struggling, I think you could do a lot of good if you just stopped hiding up here and playing with all this stuff. And anyway, if people won't accept your help, you could always live among them for a while, show you aren't a bad guy, that you can handle yourself, people like people who are willing to do stuff like that."
"And, hey, I don't know you well enough to be your friend, but if you ever wanna come down and see me I'm sure that's always something you could do. It'd be pretty fun to work towards even having one friend, don't you think? Fifteen years is a pretty long time to have no friends, it's probably why you're so nuts." She smirked and added, her tone returning to it's usual joking manner, "I charge by the hour, though. That includes now, by my count you'll probably owe me at least a handful of meals by the time I get out of here. I'll hold you to that."
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Yo! Name's Amanda. I'm 19 & a lady. You can usually find me on other sites as mandachann, as mandachan tends to be taken. Not much to say, really? Always open to RP! Though I prefer one x ones, usually over PMs if possible. I'm also very up for OOC talking, so don't be afraid of doing that.
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Ren took a seat at the table, resting her chin on the palm of her hand and staring out the window. "You know, for a smart guy, you're not so smart."
"When you don't know how to do something, you just do it until you start to do it right. You don't just know how to do everything as soon as you're born, you learn. I didn't just pick up a knife one day and find that I was good at defending myself with it, I learned how to get good with what I had already. On one hand, I'm small and a lot of people are bigger and stronger than me, on the other hand, I'm small, quick on my feet, and very quiet. See how that works?" She let her hand drop to the table before she looked away from the window and back to him.
"On one hand, you have no clue how to talk to people normally, without using big words and that smart tone of yours and that could annoy a lot of people, on the other hand, it's a little goofy, I'm sure you know a lot about a lot of things so you could talk to a bunch of people about whatever, and you could even teach people a thing or two. You see? Easy." Ren shrugged, returning to looking out the window. "Talking to anyone is just the same as talking to me, just do whatever you've been doing. And if you run out of things to say, ask them about themselves. Most people like to talk about themselves the most."
"When you don't know how to do something, you just do it until you start to do it right. You don't just know how to do everything as soon as you're born, you learn. I didn't just pick up a knife one day and find that I was good at defending myself with it, I learned how to get good with what I had already. On one hand, I'm small and a lot of people are bigger and stronger than me, on the other hand, I'm small, quick on my feet, and very quiet. See how that works?" She let her hand drop to the table before she looked away from the window and back to him.
"On one hand, you have no clue how to talk to people normally, without using big words and that smart tone of yours and that could annoy a lot of people, on the other hand, it's a little goofy, I'm sure you know a lot about a lot of things so you could talk to a bunch of people about whatever, and you could even teach people a thing or two. You see? Easy." Ren shrugged, returning to looking out the window. "Talking to anyone is just the same as talking to me, just do whatever you've been doing. And if you run out of things to say, ask them about themselves. Most people like to talk about themselves the most."
"Have a nice night!"
Ella Moore looked at the change in her hand, grazing each coin over once with her thumb to be sure she had gotten the right amount before stuffing it into her purse. "Thanks, you too!" She flashed the cashier a smile before gathering her bags, most of which were filled with ingredients for what she planned to make for dinner that night.
Before she left the store, she made sure her hat was covering her ears so she wouldn't get too cold on the rest of her way home. Little strands of her curly blonde hair popped of out the edges of her hat but she did her best to ignore that and continue on her way. As usual, Ella was quite out of it on her walk home, her mind was always wondering during the day. She had it made, all things considered. She managed a nice store that gave her fairly generous pay, at least generous enough to support herself and her cat with money to spare. Despite this, she felt a tiny bit missing from her life. Her father had moved away, in attempt to get out of the city, and soon after most of her friends did the same. Ella had originally hoped to go to college and be a teacher, but something had held her back from that and here she was, still where she was and still working a less than fulfilling job. She had friendly neighbors in the apartment complex, of course, but that didn't stop her from missing her old friends. It was a strange feeling, but sometimes she thought that her life would be even a little better if she just had someone to have dinner with once in a while.
In that moment, Ella felt her foot catch on something and she plummeted to the ground. She scrambled back onto her knees and looked back to seeing it hadn't been something she'd tripped over but someone. "I'm so sorry!" Ella had always been clumsy so this wasn't something new to her, but she still felt bad for the man. It was freezing out and he looked like he didn't have anywhere warm to stay and to top it off she had gone and woken him up. She stared back at him for a moment, speechless, before gathering her groceries (most of which thankfully hadn't fallen out of the bags). Now, there was something about this particular homeless man that seemed familiar to Ella, and she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She felt as if she knew him from somewhere and wanted to place a name on him.
Once her groceries were gathered, she began to dig through her purse, still sitting on the ground beside him. "Here," She held out a twenty dollar bill to him, "Do I know you? I'm, ah, Ella. You've got a familiar face, you know? I'm almost positive I've seen it before, obviously not lately, seeing as I can't think of your name..."
Ella Moore looked at the change in her hand, grazing each coin over once with her thumb to be sure she had gotten the right amount before stuffing it into her purse. "Thanks, you too!" She flashed the cashier a smile before gathering her bags, most of which were filled with ingredients for what she planned to make for dinner that night.
Before she left the store, she made sure her hat was covering her ears so she wouldn't get too cold on the rest of her way home. Little strands of her curly blonde hair popped of out the edges of her hat but she did her best to ignore that and continue on her way. As usual, Ella was quite out of it on her walk home, her mind was always wondering during the day. She had it made, all things considered. She managed a nice store that gave her fairly generous pay, at least generous enough to support herself and her cat with money to spare. Despite this, she felt a tiny bit missing from her life. Her father had moved away, in attempt to get out of the city, and soon after most of her friends did the same. Ella had originally hoped to go to college and be a teacher, but something had held her back from that and here she was, still where she was and still working a less than fulfilling job. She had friendly neighbors in the apartment complex, of course, but that didn't stop her from missing her old friends. It was a strange feeling, but sometimes she thought that her life would be even a little better if she just had someone to have dinner with once in a while.
In that moment, Ella felt her foot catch on something and she plummeted to the ground. She scrambled back onto her knees and looked back to seeing it hadn't been something she'd tripped over but someone. "I'm so sorry!" Ella had always been clumsy so this wasn't something new to her, but she still felt bad for the man. It was freezing out and he looked like he didn't have anywhere warm to stay and to top it off she had gone and woken him up. She stared back at him for a moment, speechless, before gathering her groceries (most of which thankfully hadn't fallen out of the bags). Now, there was something about this particular homeless man that seemed familiar to Ella, and she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She felt as if she knew him from somewhere and wanted to place a name on him.
Once her groceries were gathered, she began to dig through her purse, still sitting on the ground beside him. "Here," She held out a twenty dollar bill to him, "Do I know you? I'm, ah, Ella. You've got a familiar face, you know? I'm almost positive I've seen it before, obviously not lately, seeing as I can't think of your name..."
"Well, I like to think I'm a pretty good person, better than most people, anyway. If I ever do anything bad, it's only what needs to be done to survive. There aren't many good people out there, maybe that's it?" She stopped rocking on her feet and turned to face him. A smile spread across her face. "Or maybe it's just my girlish charm, who knows."
At the mention of food, she looked ecstatic. Girlish charm was fairly far off, she knew being ladylike had been long lost but whatever it had once been she was most likely far from. It took her a moment to sink in his offer for a meal and she was reminded, once again, how socially deprived he was. Ren tried to hold back laughter, seeing as he'd just offered her a meal and it probably was rude to laugh, but she couldn't quite help it. She didn't get close to people herself, but it was a part of her job to talk to even the most annoying people, so she knew how to handle them, but Tom...he was definitely something else. An oddball. "You should go out more, talk to people."
"But yes, if you have food, that's the polite thing to do," She took a deep breath to calm herself before gesturing to the Ancient Tech in front of her. "I'll have to pass on the fancy gizmos, I don't think I'd make as good use of them as you would, but I couldn't say no to a free meal!"
"Huh, makes sense," Ren stopped and looked up at him as he continued to speak. She was familiar with the spray-clean, of course, she'd never had the opportunity to use one and tended to find other ways to wash off once in a while, but she definitely understood the appeal. Though the idea of going through all the trouble of making it through with Tom, blindfolded nonetheless, just to use the spray-clean seemed a bit much to her. It was at that time, the thought that she hadn't been blindfolded at any point of their journey-and, yes, journey was definitely the right word for such an exhausting effort just to make it to the lab-occurred to Ren. "Few people?"
"I guess I should feel pretty special or something, then." She smirked and went back to slowly walking alongside the aisles of technology. She wondered why she was one of the few, seeing as he had no real reason to trust she wouldn't go and run her mouth off as soon as she left. Aside from saving his life, which didn't really mean she could be trusted. Ren had no intent of ever speaking of what she'd seen but Tom didn't know that. Despite realizing, as usual, she had the habit of questioning everything and she figured that probably annoyed most people, she settled on continuing to ask.
"Do I give off a good, er...vibe or what? For all you know I could go home and tell all zero of my close friends and family about what I've seen. I won't, but you didn't know that bringing me in here. You're smart and taking risks isn't so smart." She stopped her pacing among the aisles again, approaching the display case of armor. She wasn't the armor type of person, as most of it felt too heavy for her liking, but she'd never seen Ancient Armor before and it sure was amazing to look at. A quiet huff escaped from her and she rocked lightly on her feet as she awaited his answer. Ren had seen enough and was sure she was ready to leave soon enough, there was work to be done and more food to be eaten out there, yet so little time.
Ren took the knife from him, she was unusually gentle with the weapon. Her eyes glistened with wonder as she held the knife carefully with both hands, one curling around each end. Tom was obviously not very good with people, that much was for sure. But in that moment, many things happened to Ren all out once. She, for one, decided she did not want to take any of his amazing technology because she knew she would not appreciate it nearly as much as he did. Now, Tom most likely was unaware of this, but he'd won her over just from such a small gesture. She never planned on voicing this because it was quite a weakness to have, to be won over by someone. Winners had few weaknesses and she knew that Tom would not appreciate this weakness of her's, anyway. At least not now. He was not "friend" material, which was something Ren was thankful for considering friends were another weakness.
She grumbled a barely audible thanks to him and allowed a smile to form upon her face before she tucked the blade away.
The fact that he could defend himself, though, that poked at her. She shook her thoughts away from the knife and followed after him. Her eyes set on the armor, which she figured he was not going to give up, before she watched him go work on whatever it was crazy men like him worked on.
"If you could defend yourself, why didn't you?"
Ren wasn't dumb enough to think he wanted to talk, obviously he was plenty occupied with what he was doing. She, however, liked to talk to people and was determined to get him to talk a little before she inevitably told him she was good on the technology part. Ren wasn't quite sure why this was as it was, but Ren wasn't sure why most things were as they were. They just were.
"I mean, it's easier to just defend yourself instead of getting me to do it for payment," As she spoke, she walked among the aisles, carelessly checking each bit of technology in case any of it was interesting enough for her to change her mind. Being stubborn as she was, none of it was, "It just seems smarter to do things on your own, if you can, don't you think?"
She grumbled a barely audible thanks to him and allowed a smile to form upon her face before she tucked the blade away.
The fact that he could defend himself, though, that poked at her. She shook her thoughts away from the knife and followed after him. Her eyes set on the armor, which she figured he was not going to give up, before she watched him go work on whatever it was crazy men like him worked on.
"If you could defend yourself, why didn't you?"
Ren wasn't dumb enough to think he wanted to talk, obviously he was plenty occupied with what he was doing. She, however, liked to talk to people and was determined to get him to talk a little before she inevitably told him she was good on the technology part. Ren wasn't quite sure why this was as it was, but Ren wasn't sure why most things were as they were. They just were.
"I mean, it's easier to just defend yourself instead of getting me to do it for payment," As she spoke, she walked among the aisles, carelessly checking each bit of technology in case any of it was interesting enough for her to change her mind. Being stubborn as she was, none of it was, "It just seems smarter to do things on your own, if you can, don't you think?"
People weren't usually so particularly hard to get for Ren. However, following this particular man was strange, especially the few moments he spoke. It was no wonder he dressed so nice and seemed so clean, he was as strange as he looked. The devices themselves were interesting, yes, but they didn't seem as off as Tom did. Off wasn't a bad thing, it was just a confusing thing. "Hm?"
His words broke her concentration from the cable box, which she had been trying to figure out as it moved them up. "Ren," She took his hand in her own, hoping he didn't mind the dirt and blood crusted on it, and gave it a firm shake. From her past experiences, shaking hands was the only greeting she could find appropriate for Tom, who seemed to be much better off than herself. "You're nuts, you know that?" Her brow crinkled and she returned her hand to her side.
She didn't offer an explanation for her observation right away and allowed her eyes to wander again. "The way you dress," Ren jumped slightly when the cable box came to a halt, a bit startled. "Of course you'd get attacked, it can't be the first time." The doors opened and Ren allowed him to walk ahead so she could follow. "Then there's this place and all this...stuff. These gizmos." Once they'd left the cable box, Ren lingered behind and watched the doors close, a slight glimmer of amazement flickered in her eyes before she scurried after Tom.
"You're nuts but this stuff is, uh..." Her voice trailed off since she couldn't think of the right word for it all. She couldn't quite focus on one thing for long, which bothered her quite a bit. She liked simple things, this place was far from simple but she liked it in one way or another. "You fixed all this up?" While she had heard of ancient technology, she hadn't been around so much of it ever before. Ren wasn't sure what she'd do with whatever she decided to take, or even if she would end up accepting anything what with how beyond her it seemed. Either way, the experience was interesting enough as it was.
Ren found the idea of waking up in the morning was the most daunting task of her day. She imagined it was the same for everyone. Life wasn't easy, it was brutal and there was little to go on for. However, she did like to compete and if there was going to be one person left standing, she would bet it would be her. Ren liked to win.
It was for that reason, she got up that morning, as she somehow managed to do eventually every morning. She had virtually no routine in the morning. She didn't how a means of cleaning herself and her hair was cut as short as it would go (although it had begun to grow out to be a bit shaggier), so she threw on a change of clothes, which weren't necessarily even clean, grabbed her trusty knife, and headed out for the day.
She didn't have many feminine qualities about her, especially with her hair being as it was, although if she had the opportunity to clean up every now and again, she figured people would not mistake her for a boy, as they often did. It didn't quite bother her, in fact, people seemed to take her more seriously when they thought she was a boy so it typically made things a lot easier on her part when it came to doing business. Her business being odd jobs. However, business was slow as of late. Slow enough for her to have to swipe a loaf of bread on her way to the List. Being as quiet and light on her toes as she was, her thievery went unnoticed and she munch quite happily at the bread.
That was when she heard it. Trouble. Ren didn't find herself the least bit surprised when she saw some well-dressed guy in trouble with a few thugs. The man had that look on him that ticked Ren off a bit, though she wouldn't attack someone unprovoked like the three men were doing to this particular man. She considered helping him, but wondered if it would be worth it. After all, her work was unappreciated more often than not so why would a good deed be appreciated?
Then the nice rich man made a juicy offer. Now, it would be nearly criminal to ignore such a situation.
When no one took up his offer, Ren lunged out from the crowd and plunged her knife into the lead thug's neck, toppling him to the ground. She pulled the knife out of his neck, allowed him to gurgle and flail about on the ground, then stuffed what was left of the bread she'd stolen into her mouth. "Alright, then, you two," Ren swallowed her food and gestured for them to come at her, "I'll give you the next hit, come on, make it count."
Fortunately for Ren, they did not make it count. Part of her wished they did, she wanted a challenge, but she was fine with an easy win so long as it was a win. The two ran at her without any sort of strategy. The first she dodged and the second, she dug her knife into. The knife was buried into the thug's stomach, though that wasn't quite enough to kill him so she pulled the knife up his torso as much as she could before allowing him to drop onto the ground and spill his inside. "Messy." Ren looked down at the dead man and crinkled her nose, soon feeling a spear nick her side,
She turned to face the final thug, ignoring the pain in her side and grabbing the wooden pole of the spear, she lifted it up and dug it into the thug's wrist. He went down to one knee and attempted to pull the spear back, but Ren pulled the spear from his grip, flipped it around so that he was now on the less desirable side of the spear, and drove it through his heart.
"Done." She dropped the spear and grabbed her knife, wiping the blood off on her clothes. "You alright, then?"
It was for that reason, she got up that morning, as she somehow managed to do eventually every morning. She had virtually no routine in the morning. She didn't how a means of cleaning herself and her hair was cut as short as it would go (although it had begun to grow out to be a bit shaggier), so she threw on a change of clothes, which weren't necessarily even clean, grabbed her trusty knife, and headed out for the day.
She didn't have many feminine qualities about her, especially with her hair being as it was, although if she had the opportunity to clean up every now and again, she figured people would not mistake her for a boy, as they often did. It didn't quite bother her, in fact, people seemed to take her more seriously when they thought she was a boy so it typically made things a lot easier on her part when it came to doing business. Her business being odd jobs. However, business was slow as of late. Slow enough for her to have to swipe a loaf of bread on her way to the List. Being as quiet and light on her toes as she was, her thievery went unnoticed and she munch quite happily at the bread.
That was when she heard it. Trouble. Ren didn't find herself the least bit surprised when she saw some well-dressed guy in trouble with a few thugs. The man had that look on him that ticked Ren off a bit, though she wouldn't attack someone unprovoked like the three men were doing to this particular man. She considered helping him, but wondered if it would be worth it. After all, her work was unappreciated more often than not so why would a good deed be appreciated?
Then the nice rich man made a juicy offer. Now, it would be nearly criminal to ignore such a situation.
When no one took up his offer, Ren lunged out from the crowd and plunged her knife into the lead thug's neck, toppling him to the ground. She pulled the knife out of his neck, allowed him to gurgle and flail about on the ground, then stuffed what was left of the bread she'd stolen into her mouth. "Alright, then, you two," Ren swallowed her food and gestured for them to come at her, "I'll give you the next hit, come on, make it count."
Fortunately for Ren, they did not make it count. Part of her wished they did, she wanted a challenge, but she was fine with an easy win so long as it was a win. The two ran at her without any sort of strategy. The first she dodged and the second, she dug her knife into. The knife was buried into the thug's stomach, though that wasn't quite enough to kill him so she pulled the knife up his torso as much as she could before allowing him to drop onto the ground and spill his inside. "Messy." Ren looked down at the dead man and crinkled her nose, soon feeling a spear nick her side,
She turned to face the final thug, ignoring the pain in her side and grabbing the wooden pole of the spear, she lifted it up and dug it into the thug's wrist. He went down to one knee and attempted to pull the spear back, but Ren pulled the spear from his grip, flipped it around so that he was now on the less desirable side of the spear, and drove it through his heart.
"Done." She dropped the spear and grabbed her knife, wiping the blood off on her clothes. "You alright, then?"
Preferably not high school/college, I get enough of that in real life as it is. (though on occasion, I may or may not do that) But yeah, something like clerks is definitely a good way to explain what I'm looking for.
Wow, I sure missed this place! Well, the name's Amanda, you may or may not know me from the old site. I'm big on one on ones and somewhat social, at least on the internet. I'm 17, fearing adulthood, and my favorite color is red on some days and sort of a minty blue green on other days. Any questions? No? Good, good, good.
I mean, questions are great, I just feel like if you wanna know me, we can do that through OOC because I'm a big fan of that.
What To Expect
I give what I get. You give me a novel, you get a novel. You give me a lame one liner, you get a lame one liner and an angry me (that is, if you're ONLY giving me one liners. Everyone has those occasional bad replies, I get it...really, I do.)
I am pretty okay with English, I mean I don't speak any other languages so it'd be a bit sad if I sucked at this one. (you may see a run on or comma splice or two or three, if it bugs you, lemme know and I'll fix it. I'm all about improving)
I will regularly reply and, if I don't, then I will tell you ahead of time MOST OF THE TIME. If you don't get a reply from me in a week, message me and see what's up. Sometimes I read things, mean to give you a heads up or a reply, then I do something else and forget.
I like to do OOC. Ask me about my day, life, family, friends, interests, whatever. I would love to do the same. It's just as awesome as pen pals except without the cute stationary.
Oh, one more thing, I usually like to do RPs through PMs (especially now as they work out quite nicely in the new site) but if you are the type who prefers to RP through a thread, I don't mind. I usually do OOC through PMs, though, whether the RP is on a thread or not.
What I WILL Do
Just about any genre, actually.
MxF is a must. I like MxM and FxF pairings but I really can't RP them, I don't know why and I'm very sorry!
On that note, I require romance in most, if not every, RP I do. If not romance, then there has to be a seriously beautiful family/friend type relationship budding (The Last of Us, Ellie and Joel, would be a nice example of that. Their relationship melts my heart~).
I WILL double or play guys, but, being a girl, I am way better at RPing as a girl. So I would love to play a girl in some way or another but if I like you, the plot, both, or I have RPs going on where I am a girl, I will probably give it a go.
Violence and swearing is fantastic. You do that. I do that. We all do that. (though if you aren't okay with something I do, lemme know)
Probably a lot more but I can't think of anything else.
What I WON'T Do
NO FANDOMS. I might RP with OCs ONLY in a fandom universe but that's it. Oh, if you also have an idea done in a book/movie/show that you want to do with OCs that's fine too.
No smut. Nope. Nope. Nope. Not only is that weird because I'm underage but it's just weird to me in general? Sorry. I have no problem with suggesting it in a "fade to black" type way, but I will not write it out.
Most Sci-Fi. Most Fantasy. I will do dystopian things, post-apoc, and very few fantasy type things but yeah? Most of it I just don't want to do.
High School stuff. That's my life right now and, I mean, there's nothing really extraordinary that can happen in that setting that doesn't seem superficial or boring to me. On that note, most of my characters will be in the early to mid twenties range, possibly older (though that's rare) but usually not younger (aside from you know...my character's younger sibling or something, if they have one. I'm just referring to the character I choose to RP as mainly)
I actually think that's it? I'm pretty open.
Craving...
Slice of Life
Post-Apoc
Dystopian (has anyone seen No. 6? Something like that would be rad. It's an anime, so if you aren't interested in watching it, look up the plot summary)
Ok, really, anything. I know, very specific.
But yeah, shoot me a message! I will require a writing sample, and also give one myself, if you'd like!
I mean, questions are great, I just feel like if you wanna know me, we can do that through OOC because I'm a big fan of that.
What To Expect
I give what I get. You give me a novel, you get a novel. You give me a lame one liner, you get a lame one liner and an angry me (that is, if you're ONLY giving me one liners. Everyone has those occasional bad replies, I get it...really, I do.)
I am pretty okay with English, I mean I don't speak any other languages so it'd be a bit sad if I sucked at this one. (you may see a run on or comma splice or two or three, if it bugs you, lemme know and I'll fix it. I'm all about improving)
I will regularly reply and, if I don't, then I will tell you ahead of time MOST OF THE TIME. If you don't get a reply from me in a week, message me and see what's up. Sometimes I read things, mean to give you a heads up or a reply, then I do something else and forget.
I like to do OOC. Ask me about my day, life, family, friends, interests, whatever. I would love to do the same. It's just as awesome as pen pals except without the cute stationary.
Oh, one more thing, I usually like to do RPs through PMs (especially now as they work out quite nicely in the new site) but if you are the type who prefers to RP through a thread, I don't mind. I usually do OOC through PMs, though, whether the RP is on a thread or not.
What I WILL Do
Just about any genre, actually.
MxF is a must. I like MxM and FxF pairings but I really can't RP them, I don't know why and I'm very sorry!
On that note, I require romance in most, if not every, RP I do. If not romance, then there has to be a seriously beautiful family/friend type relationship budding (The Last of Us, Ellie and Joel, would be a nice example of that. Their relationship melts my heart~).
I WILL double or play guys, but, being a girl, I am way better at RPing as a girl. So I would love to play a girl in some way or another but if I like you, the plot, both, or I have RPs going on where I am a girl, I will probably give it a go.
Violence and swearing is fantastic. You do that. I do that. We all do that. (though if you aren't okay with something I do, lemme know)
Probably a lot more but I can't think of anything else.
What I WON'T Do
NO FANDOMS. I might RP with OCs ONLY in a fandom universe but that's it. Oh, if you also have an idea done in a book/movie/show that you want to do with OCs that's fine too.
No smut. Nope. Nope. Nope. Not only is that weird because I'm underage but it's just weird to me in general? Sorry. I have no problem with suggesting it in a "fade to black" type way, but I will not write it out.
Most Sci-Fi. Most Fantasy. I will do dystopian things, post-apoc, and very few fantasy type things but yeah? Most of it I just don't want to do.
High School stuff. That's my life right now and, I mean, there's nothing really extraordinary that can happen in that setting that doesn't seem superficial or boring to me. On that note, most of my characters will be in the early to mid twenties range, possibly older (though that's rare) but usually not younger (aside from you know...my character's younger sibling or something, if they have one. I'm just referring to the character I choose to RP as mainly)
I actually think that's it? I'm pretty open.
Craving...
Slice of Life
Post-Apoc
Dystopian (has anyone seen No. 6? Something like that would be rad. It's an anime, so if you aren't interested in watching it, look up the plot summary)
Ok, really, anything. I know, very specific.
But yeah, shoot me a message! I will require a writing sample, and also give one myself, if you'd like!
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