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Nothing like GMing a solid Star wars RP with good old friends, then being invited to join back in on an old Witcher RP with another good group <3
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Alexa, play "I'm Deranged" by David Bowie for someone who thinks I stalk them, ty. Then follow it up with something along the lines of "Only Because It Bugs You". Thanksss!
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As a crazy plant lady, this outbreak and quarantine is not helping my random online buying sprees... I'm gonna live in a jungle by time this is over.
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"This is the freighter Starshine, awaiting contact at rally point. Please advise."

There was a long silence as her Master, Satele Shan, made a call over the communication channel. Brye often sat in silence, watching her Master work, watching the process Satele took to do her tasks. The young Padawan was an observer, and she always wished to learn from her Master. It had been two years since Satele took Brye under her wing, but those two years had given Brye many experiences to grow, and good reason to as well. It was a ceasefire in the war, peace some would say, but Brye knew that was just a good way to cover up the truth. The time in the galaxy was many things, but it was not peace.

So Brye took every chance, every moment she could to learn from Satele. It wasn't just in tactics or strategies, but in the way her Master presented herself. The way she carried her attitude or feelings in certain situations. The way she overcame issues, and utilized quick thinking to come up with a solution to anything.

"We should have already gotten a reply."

"Perhaps there's a problem in our signal to his on the planet." Brye suggested, trying to offer a quick response, to show that she was thinking and aware of the problem. After a few long moments, her Master sighed and instructed her to prep the speeder bikes. It was a trap, as Satele had said, and Brye figured she understood why it was not one they could turn from. Nothing further needed to be said as Bryethe nodded, standing from her seat as co-pilot and hurrying towards the small bay that held the speeders.

Taking a small electronic, tablet-like device in hand as it detached from the wall, Brye wasted no time in going over a checklist for the speeders. A small task, but something Brye tended to enjoy as it came up.
She used a finger to scroll down the list, making notes of things she'd need to double and triple check after they returned to the ship, things that would be due for inspection after use. As everything checked out, Satele opened the cargo door and the speeder bikes were led down the cargo ramp.

Brye mounted her bike as Satele did the other, the Padawan doing her final checks before twisting the throttle and bringing the machine to life. She made some adjustments on the controls as her Master brought up the map of the road they'd be following. Brye noted the darker and blurred parts of the map, obviously thick foliage and trees that they wouldn't be able to cross.

"Watch the treeline on either side of the road."

A brief instruction and a warning to young Brye, who took them full, seriously, and to heart. Satele had never steered Brye wrong before, had never given her bad advice, was always on point with her strategy and teachings; something Bryethe had quickly learned to respect and to listen to, closely. She had never been one of overconfidence and recklessness, and being the Padawan of Satele Shan helped to solidify the right state of mind, and had helped to steer any part of Brye's personality that had ever leaned that far out.
Never one for words during a time of instruction, be them before a mission or in the interim, Bryethe gave a nod to show that she understood and was listening closely.

Though, something bit at her chest when Satele instructed Brye to run should the words be said. The young Padawan would obey and run, it would not be an easy thing to do, but at the same time she would not abandon her Master unless she knew it was her only choice. That hard stare from Satele's green eyes bore into her like a lightsaber into the ground. It was easy for her to sense the uneasiness in this mission, in the silence they had received on the ship, to the anxiety of the path they were about to take.

No further words were said before Satele took off on the speeder, Brye taking a few moments to leave some space before revving the engine of her bike and following behind.

Miles passed them as the speeder bikes bore along the path in the Dxun darkness. Brye watched the treeline as instructed, glancing behind them every now and then and watching above as well.
Caution. It followed Brye everywhere. It wasn't always a good trait to have, but it had helped the young Padawan avoid some sticky situations in the past. Observing before attacking, listening before interrupting. Being attentive had its perks, and had allowed Brye to realize her Master was making space between them. Why? She wasn't sure, but the young Jedi didn't question it for long, and allowed the space to be made.

The gap was closed quickly however as she noticed her Master coming to a quick halt in front of a burning, overturned speeder and four beings which Brye had sensed quickly the closer the bikes had brought her and Satele. Brye was about twenty feet behind her Master, but she figured it wasn't enough space, but it was too late to fix that now.

"You're early."

That voice had inadvertently send a shiver down Bryethe's spine. It was dark, its tone menacing and intimidating. She moved, sliding off of her speeder bike and her Master did the same. The young Jedi watched as three of the Sith spread out, sizing her up, intent in their movements. Brye took her lightsaber from her belt, igniting it just after Satele did.

"Make this a fight and I promise only one of you will walk away."

Many would question if the words of the Sith warrior were a threat or a promise. He was sure in his words. It would be a fight, and Brye knew which of the two Jedi they would walk away with; she was not of importance to their mission, just a hinderance. It seemed as though the four Sith had the fight planned to the end, Brye would die here and her Master would be whisked away with them. That did not hamper Bryethe's spirit, the thought of losing to these Sith would not cross her mind, for she wouldn't let it. She was scared, terrified of the Sith. This was a confrontation she knew was inevitable. She had trained for it, but a Jedi could train for anything and never be completely prepared.
Brye would not let fear win. She could fight, she could wield a lightsaber, she would not let fear be the deciding factor. Brye would not deny being afraid, but she would not let it cloud her judgement and focus either.

"Brye, you're ready for this."

Brye could feel her heart beating in her throat, she could feel her clammy hands as they held tightly onto the grip of her blue saber. Words spoken from her Master, words filled with confidence and trust. Brye took a quick breath in, then out, then nodded.

"Now I am."

It had begun. Brye watched as her Master charged left. There was no hesitation, no question as she began, so Brye did the same. She kept her wits with her, charging close to the two Sith and trusting as her senses guided her actions.
A quick deflection from their initial blow, and the slightest movement to the right as she deflected the second Sith's saber. Leaning forward and low, Brye avoided another glance. She could sense the Sith warming up, getting a feel for her preferences to fighting, and most likely trying to develop a way to counter that.

Minutes into the fight, Brye remained agile but realized that avoiding two lightsabers was a completely different game. They moved to more physical attacks then just a saber. Kicks, punches, body blows, Brye was not fighting a fair fight and she was coming to realize that. Both Sith were larger in frame and stronger too, the only advantage that Brye had was her agility and speed. A body slam from the right and a leg from the left forced Brye down. Her left hand shot out to the ground while the right maintained steadiness with her saber. Two red lightsabers came down on Brye's and forced it closer to her face. The Padawan let her body fall to the ground, taking her left hand and helping to stabilize her saber against the strength of two.
Quick wits made Brye throw a leg out, hitting the back knee of one of the Sith above her. It threw him off balance, enough for Brye to roll to the side, avoiding the remaining red lightsaber as it clashed with the ground she had occupied a moment ago. She rolled to her feet. Adrenaline had almost hidden the pain she felt on her upper left arm. Singed from trying to roll and avoid the red saber, Brye tried to push it to the back of her mind.

For what was a Jedi's downfall, was a Sith's strength. The slight advantage Brye had created for herself, hitting the back knee of the one Sith, was fuel on the fire for them. Their intensity increased, as did Brye's attempt to maintain her strength and stance.
Bruises, cuts and scrapes, singes from the ends of the red sabers, Brye quickly became adorned with them as the Sith relentlessly challenged her.

Keeping fuel on Brye's fire were the words Satele had said minutes past. She was ready. Despite the training, the lack of opportunity to engage in duels similar, Satele had said she was ready. Brye kept that in the forefront of her mind. Thinking of every lesson, every piece of advice Master Shan had given her previously, she pulled fire from every fiber of her body and kept fighting. She had to keep going.
"This is the freighter Starshine, awaiting contact at rally point. Please advise."

There was a long silence as her Master, Satele Shan, made a call over the communication channel. Brye often sat in silence, watching her Master work, watching the process Satele took to do her tasks. Brye was an observer, and she always wished to learn from her Master. It had been two years since Satele took Brye under her wing, but those two years had given Brye many experiences to grow, and good reason to as well. It was a ceasefire in the war, peace some would say, but Brye knew that was just a good way to cover up the truth. The time in the galaxy was many things, but it was not peace.

So Brye took every chance, every moment she could to learn from Satele. It wasn't just in tactics or strategies, but in the way her Master presented herself. The way she carried her attitude or feelings in certain situations. The way she overcame issues, and utilized quick thinking to come up with a solution to anything.

"We should have already gotten a reply."

"Perhaps there's a problem in our signal to his on the planet." Brye suggested, trying to offer a quick response, to show that she was thinking and aware of the problem. After a few long moments, her Master sighed and instructed her to prep the speeder bikes. It was a trap, as Satele had said, and Brye figured she understood why it was not one they could turn from. Nothing further needed to be said as Bryethe nodded, standing from her seat as co-pilot and hurrying towards the small bay that held the speeders.

Taking a small electronic, tablet-like device in hand as it detached from the wall, Brye wasted no time in going over a checklist for the speeders. A small task, but something Brye tended to enjoy as it came up.
She used a finger to scroll down the list, making notes of things she'd need to double and triple check after they returned to the ship, things that would be due for inspection after use. As everything checked out, Satele opened the cargo door and the speeder bikes were led down the cargo ramp.

Brye mounted her bike as Satele did the other, the Padawan doing her final checks before twisting the throttle and bringing the machine to life. She made some adjustments on the controls as her Master brought up the map of the road they'd be following. Brye noted the darker and blurred parts of the map, obviously thick foliage and trees that they wouldn't be able to cross.

"Watch the treeline on either side of the road."

A brief instruction and a warning to young Brye, who took them full, seriously, and to heart. Satele had never steered Brye wrong before, had never given her bad advice, was always on point with her strategy and teachings; something Bryethe had quickly learned to respect and to listen to, closely. She had never been one of overconfidence and recklessness, and being the Padawan of Satele Shan helped to solidify the right state of mind, and had helped to steer any part of Brye's personality that had ever leaned that far out.
Never one for words during a time of instruction, be them before a mission or in the interim, Bryethe gave a nod to show that she understood and was listening closely.

Though, something bit at her chest when Satele instructed Brye to run should the words be said. Brye would obey and run, it would not be easy, and she would not abandon her Master unless Bryethe knew it was her only choice. That hard stare from Satele's green eyes bore into Brye like a lightsaber into the ground. Brye could sense the uneasiness in this mission, in the silence they had received on the ship, to the anxiety of the path they were about to take.

No further words were said before Satele took off on the speeder, Brye taking a few moments to leave some space before revving the engine of her bike and following behind.

Miles passed them as the speeder bikes bore along the path in the Dxun darkness. Brye watched the treeline as instructed, glancing behind them every now and then and watching above as well.
Caution. It followed Brye everywhere. It wasn't always a good trait to have, but it had helped the young Padawan avoid some sticky situations in the past. Observing before attacking, listening before interrupting. Being attentive had its perks, and had allowed Brye to realize her Master was making space between them. Why? She wasn't sure, but the young Jedi didn't question it for long, and allowed the space to be made.

The gap was closed quickly however as she noticed her Master coming to a quick halt in front of a burning, overturned speeder and four beings which Brye had sensed quickly the closer the bikes had brought her and Satele. Brye was about twenty feet behind her Master, but she figured it wasn't enough space, but it was too late to fix that now.

"You're early."

That voice had inadvertently send a shiver down Bryethe's spine. It was dark, its tone menacing and intimidating. She moved, sliding off of her speeder bike and her Master did the same. The young Jedi watched as three of the Sith spread out, sizing her up, intent in their movements. Brye took her lightsaber from her belt, igniting it just after Satele did.

"Make this a fight and I promise only one of you will walk away."

Many would question if the words of the Sith warrior were a threat or a promise. He was sure in his words. It would be a fight, and Brye knew which of the two Jedi they would walk away with; she was not of importance to their mission, just a hinderance. It seemed as though the four Sith had the fight planned to the end, Brye would die here and her Master would be whisked away with them. That did not hamper Bryethe's spirit, the thought of losing to these Sith would not cross her mind, for she wouldn't let it. She was scared, terrified of the Sith. This was a confrontation she knew was inevitable. She had trained for it, but a Jedi could train for anything and never be completely prepared.
Brye would not let fear win. She could fight, she could wield a lightsaber, she would not let fear be the deciding factor. Brye would not deny being afraid, but she would not let it cloud her judgement and focus either.

"Brye, you're ready for this."

Brye could feel her heart beating in her throat, she could feel her clammy hands as they held tightly onto the grip of her blue saber. Words spoken from her Master, words filled with confidence and trust. Brye took a quick breath in, then out, then nodded.

"Now I am."

It had begun. Brye watched as her Master charged left. There was no hesitation, no question as she began, so Brye did the same. She kept her wits with her, charging close to the two Sith and trusting as her senses guided her actions.
A quick deflection from their initial blow, and the slightest movement to the right as she deflected the second Sith's saber. Leaning forward and low, Brye avoided another glance. She could sense the Sith warming up, getting a feel for her preferences to fighting, and most likely trying to develop a way to counter that.

Minutes into the fight, Brye remained agile but realized that avoiding two lightsabers was a completely different game. They moved to more physical attacks then just a saber. Kicks, punches, body blows, Brye was not fighting a fair fight and she was coming to realize that. Both Sith were larger in frame and stronger too, the only advantage that Brye had was her agility and speed. A body slam from the right and a leg from the left forced Brye down. Her left hand shot out to the ground while the right maintained steadiness with her saber. Two red lightsabers came down on Brye's and forced it closer to her face. The Padawan let her body fall to the ground, taking her left hand and helping to stabilize her saber against the strength of two.
Quick wits made Brye throw a leg out, hitting the back knee of one of the Sith above her. It threw him off balance, enough for Brye to roll to the side, avoiding the remaining red lightsaber as it clashed with the ground she had occupied a moment ago. She rolled to her feet. Adrenaline had almost hidden the pain she felt on her upper left arm. Singed from trying to roll and avoid the red saber, Brye tried to push it to the back of her mind.

For what was a Jedi's downfall, was a Sith's strength. The slight advantage Brye had created for herself, hitting the back knee of the one Sith, was fuel on the fire for them. Their intensity increased, as did Brye's attempt to maintain her strength and stance.
Bruises, cuts and scrapes, singes from the ends of the red sabers, Brye quickly became adorned with them as the Sith relentlessly challenged her.

Keeping fuel on Brye's fire were the words Satele had said minutes past. She was ready. Despite the training, the lack of opportunity to engage in duels similar, Satele had said she was ready. Brye kept that in the forefront of her mind. Thinking of every lesson, every piece of advice Master Shan had given her previously, she pulled fire from every fiber of her body and kept fighting. She had to keep going.

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Where do you want plot lines?

As of right now, I only have one character. I don't really feel the need to restrict where she goes, but I am looking forward and itching to write about certain topics. As of right now I'm leaning more towards Edge of the Empire and Imperial/Republic Front Lines. Ruby and I are working on posts for Brye and Satele as I type this, but after our business is done, however long that may be (and I don't plan on rushing it) then I'm looking forward to writing about combat/training and the like.

What plots do you want?

🔹Political intrigue
🔹General intrigue
🔹Jedi training
🔹Military training
🔹Jedi-on-Sith action
🔹Light side / Dark Side shenanigans
🔹Combat (not outright republic vs. empire, on account of treaty)
🔹Torture/interrogation
🔹*Techy stuff

🔶As stated in the first paragraph, I'm pretty interested in writing about combat at the moment. Bryethe still has a ways to grow as a Jedi Padawan before her trials, and I'm excited to be able to write about her maturing into a Jedi, with the help of Satele and the experiences that shape her. Techy stuff is marked with a * because while I'm not too interested in it, Brye does have a techy side to her I'd like to delve into just a little bit. Most of what I've said covers Jedi Training, Jedi-on-Sith action, and maybe combat? But I'd still like to write about other topics as long as there are others who are interested as well. I'm looking forward to collaboration with other PC's, be they Sith, Bounty Hunter, or whoever.
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I'm glad you decided to stop by! I wanted to put up my very first 1x1 interest check as I have a few ideas rolling through my head that I wanted to get jotted down. That being said, more might be added later!

General Guidelines!
🔰I'm not big into romance, but I do love me a good sibling bond/comradery in my writing. I love writing and exploring the relationship between two people who are/see each other as a brother/sister/role model/etc.
🔰I prefer to write 1-2 good paragraphs as a shorter response, or even 3-4 if there's something good to write about. My average is about 1-2.
🔰I marked this as 18+ because, depending on the RP, there will be violence, death, blood, injuries, the like. No sexual themes, gross.
🔰I stick to all RPG site rules, of course.
🔰I'd prefer my prospective partner to have some previous writing under their belt, or just have the basics of character development and plot development down.
🔰If you'd like to send me a writing example, feel free! I'd love to read it.
🔰 I prefer for the main characters to be OCs. Should we participate in an idea based on a fandom, I don't mind Canon characters being NPCs, but please, no Canon characters as main characters!
🔰I'd prefer to stick to topics/ideas/themes that are based in the older timeline of the world. Medieval, Renaissance, around there, as many of my ideas tend to stick.
🔰EDIT: Due to my schedule, sometimes I am either on every day, or I have a few days in between when I have access to the RPG site. I make every attempt to post at least once a day, as long as my partner does as well! I can post a reply multiple times a day if I also get multiple replies in return.

Now, if you've managed to read through my boring rules, here are my plot/idea interests! These are just basic idea skeletons, as I'd love to talk more in detail about them if you're interested!

Ideas!
⚜️Medieval Fantasy RP
Characters can be royalty, peasants, mercenaries, soldiers, siblings that were separated at birth and somehow find each other again. I'm up for anything!
⚜️LOTR/The Hobbit RP
This kind of goes with the one above, but has a little more presets for us to work with, such as cities, lore, etc.
⚜️How To Train Your Dragon
I just got finished watching movie #3, I absolutely love this franchise and would love to explore a possible world around it. We could do some research on lore, dragons, and make OCs, etc.
⚜️Fullmetal Alchemist
I've always loved this series and have already had a few RPs based on it from another site. This would take a little more tinkering, and I would be find with Canon being a main part of our OCs journey(s).
⚜️Avatar the Last Airbender
This is a tough one, as I love this series, but I feel creating an RP that doesn't conflict with the TV shows/movies that have been created can be hard. I'd probably prefer to stick in the older timeline, versus the new Legend of Korra.

I think this is all for now. If you have any ideas you'd like to pitch to me, please feel free to do so! Shoot me a PM!
I'm interested in this! I've got a character I've used for settings like this before, I think she'd fit in perfectly. I'll shoot you a PM soon!

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Name:
🌕Micah Barns

Age:
🌕12

Gender:
🌕Male

Appearance:
🌕Micah has blonde hair and blue eyes.
🌕This is different than when he was younger. About the age of 6, his hair turned blonde from brown, his eyes were brown as well.
🌕He is on the smaller side for a boy his age.
🌕He stands at 54 inches tall, and weighs about 80 pounds.
🌕He has some muscle mass, but nothing that is above other children of his age.
🌕His hair falls just past his ears, and is often unkempt. He brushes it from time to time.
🌕Despite his living situation, Micah values personal hygiene.

Abilities:
🌑Darkness Manipulation
🌕The power to manipulate darkness and shadows.
🌕Micah can create, shape and manipulate darkness and shadows. By itself, darkness is mostly used to cloud everything into total darkness, but by accessing a the power he gains from the moon and stars, it can be channeled to a variety of effects, both as an absence of light and a solid substance: he can also control and manipulate shadows and darkness to create and dispel shields and areas of total darkness.
🌕Using the shadows to create shields or any other physical form takes much concentration, and is difficult to sustain for a long period of time.
🌕Micah can cloak himself in darkness, and under the moon and stars, can walk around "unseen" but still physically tangible.
🌕Micah only has access to his powers at night.
🌕If it's a cloudy night, or the stars and moon are shrouded in some other way the entire night, Micah has little to no way to use his powers.
🌕If Micah is not able to be outside at all during the night, his "battery" does not charge and his powers are weaker.
🌕His powers act on a "battery", his blonde hair and blue eyes take in the nighttime light from the stars and moon and give him the ability to manipulate shadows.
🌕His inhibitor chip greatly stunts his powers, with it he has a hard time using them at all.
🌕Because of this, he is helpless to stopping others, be they bullies or otherwise, unless he has "charged" his powers for a few nights.
🌕Micah must be physically in the shadows to utilize them.
🌕This means he can use his own shadow, or shadows from the smallest objects and magnify them.
🌕The sun makes Micah uneasy, as it stops him from being able to use his powers at all.
🌕A bright source of light that can dispel shadows would also cause Micah to lose the ability to control his powers.

Skills:
🌑Small and Agile
🌕Since Micah is on the smaller side for his age, he is able to run faster and fit in places others may not. He is also rather quiet in his movement, letting him sneak around without the notice of others.

🌑Intelligent
🌕Micah is still quite young, but he isn't without smarts. He loves dabbling in puzzles and mind games, and can usually think up a quick solution to a problem given some time to think. He enjoys strategy games as well. When the opportunity presents himself, he'll often get caught up in a book and finish it in very few sittings.

🌑First Aid
🌕Micah can't quite remember, but something piqued his interest in terms of the medical field. Of course, as a young boy he doesn't have access to the best equipment, but he's learned how to patch himself, and others up with what he can find in the environment.

Equipment:
🌕Micah is often seen wearing worn jeans of a darker color.
🌕He also wears short sleeved shirts in the summer, and cozier sweaters in the winter, no matter how worn down they may seem.
🌕He also enjoys wearing zip up hoodies and sweatshirts.
🌕Sometimes he'll run around barefoot, but when shoes are found, he'll wear them until the soles fall off.
🌕When the weather is colder, he'll usually wear a beanie. But when night falls, he tends to avoid hats so that he can take in the light of the moon and stars.

Biography:
🌕It wasn't clear that Micah was a Deviant at birth.
🌕It is unknown whether he had his powers at birth, or whether he acquired them a few years later.
🌕It is thought that his parents had been a part of the day of Black Sabbath. Micah had not been born yet.
🌕All that Micah understands, is that he had been born into the arms of two loving parents. Somehow, he had ended up at an orphanage at three years of age.
🌕Not long after arriving at the orphanage, he met Willow. The boys grew close, and still like to see each other to this day.
🌕Being on the smaller side as he grew up, Micah was constantly picked on, both by orphanage staff and by other children.
🌕Because of this, Micah has sadly grown accustomed to being picked on and told he's useless, both in terms of his powers and his capability.

Personality
🌕Micah is a loving and caring kid for those who feel the same towards him. He values friendship, his best friend being Willow.
🌕He is very humble, and often won't talk about being bullied, or even tell who's bullying him. He doesn't like to bug Willow too often, for fear of being too clingy or needy, so he'll disappear for a day or two at a time, keeping to himself.
🌕To others, he might seem as that one ray of innocence, one of few left in the compound in the form of children who are on their own.
🌕He can be somewhat loud at times, as certain things can pique his interest and excitement. He loves a good laugh, and playing harmless jokes on others he cares about.
🌕Micah is a very curious boy. He hasn't had many people around while growing up, so he's had to figure things out on his own. This warrants some curiosity, and lack of fear, when learning about new places or things.
🌕Micah respects those with experience, and listens well to authority and instructions given to him by such people. He feels extremely uncomfortable challenging those he feels are above him, be their rank something they've earned, or their authority as something they've scared into him.
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