CLOSED - 02/02/2019
Hello there~ Call me Dandelo. :D I'm looking for one partner/friend for a long-term roleplay.
What I'm looking for:
- +18 F partners (who are willing to play both male and female characters)
- MxF romance
- A long-term story written in Google Docs, third-person/past-tense
- Friendly OOC chat over Discord
- Extensive plotting
- Interesting, flawed characters
What I can offer you:
- Friendship!
- A minimum of three or four (decent-sized) paragraphs per reply
- At least one reply every other day
- Characters who are sometimes hilarious
- Sample writing upon request
- Pictures of my pets
Settings/Characters of Interest:
This is probably a bit of a long shot, but I'd really like to find a partner for a Phantom of the Opera roleplay. I have some experience playing Erik (my version is generally based off of the musical rather than the book), but find that I have been playing male characters quite a bit lately. I'd like to find someone who is either willing to play Erik opposite my OC, or who is willing to double. I have some ideas for how the doubling would work, but please feel free to bring your own ideas!
Interested?
PM me with--
- blurb about yourself
- any ideas you might have for this story
...then we'll possibly move to Discord if things work out. It should be noted that I really enjoy plotting out a story in quite a bit of detail and would like for my partner to work with me to develop the main characters a little before we begin. I intend for this to be long-term, of course.
Erik Sample:
The production of Ernani was still in its early stages, but Erik could already see that it would likely be a complete disaster. The casting was dismal at best, given that the Populaire had lost its one best hope for greatness in Christine Daae--now long gone from Paris, if Erik had to guess. His beloved pupil had been gifted both by God and himself with the splendid voice that surely would have carried her far had she not chosen to forsake fame for fortune (and love, he grudgingly amended). His gifts of music had touched her soul, but not her heart, it seemed. With her rushed departure, he had once more been plunged back into the dark loneliness that settled in the belly of the Opera House. He had watched the place burn and had been certain of his own demise--but the universe had different designs for him.
At this moment he sat concealed within the blessed darkness of Box Five for the sole purpose of witnessing the depths to which the accursed managers would sink to help fund the rebuilding of the Opera House. In one hand he clutched his mask, and in the other a drink. He had never been particularly keen on alcohol, but found he could not eat with Christine's absence weighing so heavily upon his heart. Even the news of the Populaire's imminent rebirth could not raise him from the depths of his despair and that was months ago. Still he suffered, unable to create beauty as he once had done, unable to groom the members of the Opera, to guide them as the good shepherd he once believed himself to be. His muse had left him for another, better man, and he was entirely crushed by the fact. He frequently found himself wondering if she was happy wherever she was, and if she ever thought of him.
Erik was not a small man. Tall and broad in the shoulders, he barely fit comfortably in the plush seats of his box. He wore a black wig to conceal his thin, wispy white hair, but he might have been very handsome were it not for the matter of his shocking deformity. The entire right side of his face was horribly disfigured and seemed to resemble a skull. His skin was pale almost to the point of translucency, giving him still more the appearance of a ghost or dead man. His eyes, however, were golden and glittering like twin flames. If one could bring herself to look past his decided ugliness, one would find that his eyes held a tremendous amount of intelligence. They were eyes that had seen all manner of horrors, but also beauty in its purest form.
He gazed down at the stage where the players were gathered and reviewing their scenes, and could only roll his eyes. Why had he left the comfort and seclusion of his home by the lake for this nonsense? What had he hoped to gain except to infuriate himself with the inadequacy of the Opera's remaining singers and dancers? He had neither the strength nor the desire to correct them, but the imperfections still bothered him greatly. He downed the last of his drink and stifled a cough as the bitter taste ran down the back of his throat and into his empty, waiting stomach.
Allegedly the new patron was to make an appearance today. Perhaps he had thought to catch a glimpse of the Populaire's "new hope."
Hello there~ Call me Dandelo. :D I'm looking for one partner/friend for a long-term roleplay.
What I'm looking for:
- +18 F partners (who are willing to play both male and female characters)
- MxF romance
- A long-term story written in Google Docs, third-person/past-tense
- Friendly OOC chat over Discord
- Extensive plotting
- Interesting, flawed characters
What I can offer you:
- Friendship!
- A minimum of three or four (decent-sized) paragraphs per reply
- At least one reply every other day
- Characters who are sometimes hilarious
- Sample writing upon request
- Pictures of my pets
Settings/Characters of Interest:
This is probably a bit of a long shot, but I'd really like to find a partner for a Phantom of the Opera roleplay. I have some experience playing Erik (my version is generally based off of the musical rather than the book), but find that I have been playing male characters quite a bit lately. I'd like to find someone who is either willing to play Erik opposite my OC, or who is willing to double. I have some ideas for how the doubling would work, but please feel free to bring your own ideas!
Interested?
PM me with--
- blurb about yourself
- any ideas you might have for this story
...then we'll possibly move to Discord if things work out. It should be noted that I really enjoy plotting out a story in quite a bit of detail and would like for my partner to work with me to develop the main characters a little before we begin. I intend for this to be long-term, of course.
Erik Sample:
The production of Ernani was still in its early stages, but Erik could already see that it would likely be a complete disaster. The casting was dismal at best, given that the Populaire had lost its one best hope for greatness in Christine Daae--now long gone from Paris, if Erik had to guess. His beloved pupil had been gifted both by God and himself with the splendid voice that surely would have carried her far had she not chosen to forsake fame for fortune (and love, he grudgingly amended). His gifts of music had touched her soul, but not her heart, it seemed. With her rushed departure, he had once more been plunged back into the dark loneliness that settled in the belly of the Opera House. He had watched the place burn and had been certain of his own demise--but the universe had different designs for him.
At this moment he sat concealed within the blessed darkness of Box Five for the sole purpose of witnessing the depths to which the accursed managers would sink to help fund the rebuilding of the Opera House. In one hand he clutched his mask, and in the other a drink. He had never been particularly keen on alcohol, but found he could not eat with Christine's absence weighing so heavily upon his heart. Even the news of the Populaire's imminent rebirth could not raise him from the depths of his despair and that was months ago. Still he suffered, unable to create beauty as he once had done, unable to groom the members of the Opera, to guide them as the good shepherd he once believed himself to be. His muse had left him for another, better man, and he was entirely crushed by the fact. He frequently found himself wondering if she was happy wherever she was, and if she ever thought of him.
Erik was not a small man. Tall and broad in the shoulders, he barely fit comfortably in the plush seats of his box. He wore a black wig to conceal his thin, wispy white hair, but he might have been very handsome were it not for the matter of his shocking deformity. The entire right side of his face was horribly disfigured and seemed to resemble a skull. His skin was pale almost to the point of translucency, giving him still more the appearance of a ghost or dead man. His eyes, however, were golden and glittering like twin flames. If one could bring herself to look past his decided ugliness, one would find that his eyes held a tremendous amount of intelligence. They were eyes that had seen all manner of horrors, but also beauty in its purest form.
He gazed down at the stage where the players were gathered and reviewing their scenes, and could only roll his eyes. Why had he left the comfort and seclusion of his home by the lake for this nonsense? What had he hoped to gain except to infuriate himself with the inadequacy of the Opera's remaining singers and dancers? He had neither the strength nor the desire to correct them, but the imperfections still bothered him greatly. He downed the last of his drink and stifled a cough as the bitter taste ran down the back of his throat and into his empty, waiting stomach.
Allegedly the new patron was to make an appearance today. Perhaps he had thought to catch a glimpse of the Populaire's "new hope."