[hider=Availability] Available 

Scale: 

Available: I am ready to roleplay with anyone!
Limited: I am either talking to a few people about roleplaying already or have 2 or less roleplays going.
Tight: I am already in a few roleplays and I might turn you down.
Closed: I am in enough roleplays at the moment, and unless you have an idea that I am really into, I will probably turn you down.[/hider]

Hello!

I am looking for at least one PM RP with anyone.

I have a wide experience in various RPs, from fantasy to School and beyond.

[hider=What I am looking for:] 1: Be Descriptive: Describe yourself and the situation 

2: No God mode: please be realistic to the situation, please!

3: At least 4-5 sentences per reply

4: Design: Be intriguing, Vagueness causes boring roleplay

5: Have Fun: try to enjoy the rp.

6: No Romance Dominated Rp. [/hider]

Ideas: 

[hider=Cryford University(new)] 
Cryford University, a college-class university that is rather famous, or rather infamous. 'What is so special about Cryford?' one may ask. Cryford University is indeed a rare find, because not only is it one of the only independent boarding colleges in the United States, it is also a "haven" for the outcasts and ne'er do wells of society, throw away trash who are forced in attending the school. Those who are forcibly enrolled into Cryford must stay for seven years unless exited (which is a five year state sentence to jail with parole unless other terms are met to) or pulled out by either parents, guardians, military and exc. You play as the new kid, who just was forcibly enrolled into Cryford for whatever reasons, and because of lack of space in dorms, are stuck living with a 2nd year student in their home just a block away, who turns out to be your opposite gender.

Now this idea leaves a huge hole to fill, who are you? Are you a delinquent prep? A violent bully? A nerdy Otaku? No matter who you are, Cryford is now either your hunting grounds or your worst nightmare. Welcome to Cryford University. 

Like this idea but do not have a character for it? Not a problem! I have a few characters already shaped out if you want to check those out! [/hider]

[hider=Zombie Nation]
March 5th, 2021
[i]Another day, another bit of hell that comes from this world. Someone told me to document every day, keep a journal of sorts, told me it would keep someone sane in this crazy world. So I guess it would be best to wrap up my life up to this point. I am Vincent Brooks, a 20-year old man who is going to be 21 in about a month. I was born on May 4th, 2000. I went to Loleta Middle School and Fortuna High School, and did two years of police training down in Sacramento. I skipped two years of school and finished police training at 17, joined the force at 18, and became a detective at 20. Though my background doesn’t seem important considering the circumstance. If I was to try and join the force at such a young age 20 years ago, I would have been kicked out. But, considering the circumstances, the LAPD needed as many able bodied as possible, seeing how crime shot up more than fifty percent since 2017. To be honest, I didn’t blame them. 

A Zombie Apocalypse, something that people only wished for when I was in high school, became a reality a couple of years ago. Apparently, the United States created a super bioweapon to fire at their enemies at the time, China, Russia, and France. What they didn’t expect was the rate it would be spreading. In about two years, the contagion reached North America’s borders, having hit Canada sometime in March 2019, and slowly spread to the United States. California was untouched for an entire year, I was in the middle of my first year as a detective at the LAPD precinct when the first infected crossed the border. As soon as that zombie touched Los Angeles, everything went to shit. Cults about zombies started up, infected began popping up everywhere, and Marshall Law was put into effect. Which meant that I was out of a job. 

Living as a Class 7/10 Citizen, I had first pick at what flavor of package noodles I wanted for Brunch. Oddly enough it was always shrimp, the worst flavor. But that’s just a small note in a apocalypse. Today I had a hearty breakfast of Shrimp Ramen and Bread. It was so early in the end of the world, and the original population of Los Angeles was cut into a third of what it was originally, those who were into the cult left the sectioned off part of the city to linger in the outskirts. It’s surprising that it’s only been a year and it’s already breaking down, Government officials and such have been at a constant bout with the citizens. 

Speaking of… I met a girl today, well, more of a woman. She was about my age from how she looked, but was probably a lower class citizen. I recognized her from somewhere before the outbreak. But now we just exchange greetings, I’d get my coffee and noodles, then I’d leave. Not exactly a budding relationship, but at least she was someone I knew. I have to stop writing, It’s already past curfew and I can’t be caught with my candle lit up. I guess I’ll write tomorrow, though this pen is almost out of ink. -Vincent [/i][/hider]

[hider=Fallout:NV- The End Of The Road]"War... War Never Changes." A female voice rang out, the world slowly fading back into existance, the soft touch of womanly fingers not enough to sooth the pain of where she was touching, which were large gashes across the man's chest, the feeling of a sub-liquid solvent rubbed into the wounds at first hurt, but allowed the wounds to close up. "Oh, your awake." The voice said, standing over the man with a bit of a smile, her blue eyes looked into his, long locks of blond hair almost covering her face, but the man could tell that her face was covered in a bloody medical mask. "I'm surprised, I thought you would be out for at least three more days." She moved out of view, below his body, he could feel the softness of what felt like bedding, but the rough ground was ever prevalent, the soft crackle of a fire, the chill of the night, feelings rushed back to his form.

This is going to be a Non-Canon Fallout: New Vegas roleplay taking place ten years after the independence of Vegas (Or whatever ending you prefer at whatever karma you prefer) , starring one young man or woman (Who was attacked by unknown assailants over night on the road between Novac and Boulder City or whatever you want your backstory to be.) and one young woman/man (depending on your gender) who had found you on the road, and had taken you aside to El Dorado Gas and Service to treat your wounds with the last of her/his medical supplies to treat your wounds, and what you do in response governs the roleplay, just like Fallout, But be reasonable, else your adventure might meet an end. To go along with this roleplay, you will be starting from level one, just like the Courier did after his incident. [url=http://newvegas.vault106.com/]Here is a starting Easy-to-use NV new character generator [/url] 

Other than the information provided, you are allowed to start with one weapon (Something for a starter like a 9mm pistol with 20 rounds, a knife, a varmint rifle or a laser pistol, as examples) , one gadget (You can have a pip-boy and not have it be considered a gadget, like a bed roll or a small metal detector or something.) and one novelty item (I mean something like a canteen, a bobblehead, even a favorite piece of a suit or a piece of metal). Here is Catherine/Chris Miles's Character Sheet

Strength: 5

Perception:5

Endurance:5

Charisma:7

Intelligence:8

Agility: 5

Luck:5

Action Points: 80

Carry Weight: 200

Critical Chance: 5

Hit points: 240

Melee Damage: 2.5

Skill Rate: 14

Unarmed Damage: 2

Barter: 19

Energy Weapons: 15

Explosives: 15

Guns: 15

Lock pick: 15

Medicine: 21

Melee: 15

Repair: 21

Science: 21

Sneak: 15

Speech: 34 (Tag)

Survival: 30 (Tag)

Unarmed: 30 (Tag)

Traits: (Optional)

Weapon: 2 rolls of pre-war coins.

Gadget: Small handheld metal detector (worn)

Novelty: 1 Vault-Boy Bobblehead (Speech). 

Now, there is no description or back story or even a appearance chart on this character sheet, that's right, you are going to be telling who you are and what you look like through story and action, not by a character sheet, as I will do with my own, either you be once a Legion warrior, a NCR Trooper, or a random fiend, be who you wish to be! If this idea interests you, PM me! Note: Including things such as DLCs, traits,in-game characters, deaths, and Original Endings are up to you. [/hider] 

[hider=Shadowrun] 
ShadowRun

Based on Ideas made by Jordan Weisman & Bob Charrette

Copyrighted Material of FASA Corporation, Fantasy Productions & Catalyst Game Labs

The emergence of magic, the outbreak of the VITAS plagues (Virally Induced Toxic Allergy Syndrome), the Computer Crash of 2029 (caused by a complex and nearly unstoppable computer virus called "The Crash Entity"), the Euro-Wars, in which the western-European countries once fought off an invasion from neo-communist Russia and then a pan-Islamic invasion like that of 800 years ago, and the fevers for independence of Amerindian tribes, Chinese provinces, etc. left the world governments tumbling and falling. With the fall of the existing political structures, mega-corporations emerged as the new superpowers. Despite the Crash which caused much data corruption, technology advanced at a tremendous rate. Cyberware, technical implants, and Bioware, genetically engineered implants which enhance a person's abilities, emerged.

Originally, direct neural interface technology enabled humans and metahumans* to directly access computers and the Matrix, the global computer network restructured after the 2029 Crash. Access to the Matrix was accomplished by "deckers": individuals that have cyberdecks which are futuristic equivalent to modern day laptop computers. These interface machines are connected to the brain through a Datajack generally located at the temple or behind the ear. The "deck" would then be plugged into a port that is connected to the Matrix at large. .

The monolithic "enemies" of the Shadowrun world are the Corporations, dubbed "Megacorporations", "Megacorps", or simply "megas" or "corps" for short. Megacorporations in the 21st century are massively global, with all but the smallest corps owning multiple subsidiaries and divisions around the world. They are the superpowers of the Shadowrun universe, with the largest corporations having far more political, economic, and military power than even the most powerful nation-states.
While Corporations hold most of the control over the world, many illicit acts must still be done under the radar, normally spreading work via Mr. or Mrs. Johnsons to Mercenary-types called Runners. Mr. Johnson is a term, the anonymous corporate employers of Shadowrunners call themselves. - It is a nickname like the names used by runners to conceal his true identity and the one of the corporations he/she works for. It's a game which is played on both sides of the table and any runner worth his credstick (Think Credit card) knows the (unwritten) rules.

While in North America "Mr." or "Mrs. Johnson" is the common name, other names are used in other parts of the Sixth World. Though these names are unimportant considering this story takes place mostly in North America. 

*People in Shadowrun can be humans, orcs, trolls, elves and dwarves, as well as certain diverging subspecies (known as metavariants) such as gnomes, giants, Minotaurs, etc

There's the backstory of this futuristic post-crash America, now we must carve out a more centered plot, our characters, and what side of the law we linger on.[/hider]

[hider=Wants To Try] I should say this, for the below, I do not have any established Ideas for them, so I am actually seeing if someone else has an Idea for a roleplay! Though ones with an asterisk (*) will need rather... top ideas for me to agree to. But if you have an Idea you are comfortable with, send it to me!

One Piece*

Vampire The Masqurade: Bloodlines

Ju-On*

Zombie Survival

Fruits Basket*

Sherlock Holmes (Or any sort of mystery sleuth rp!)*

Slice of High School or College*

Fantasy of any kind! [/hider]

And many more, as well as any ideas you wish to share. Contact me via pm, thank you! -Kasey Jardes

I feel like I am at my prime yet again! ^3^