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I am, yet again, reminding my partners that I am alive. I am just on a hiatus while I finish my degree, which will be done in December.
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Contrary to popular belief, I am still alive. Just very busy. I will reply to RPs when I am getting more than 2-4 hours of sleep a day.
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Bio

DeweyDeftones

Writing With Surgical Precision

27, Male, USA
Bisexual
Time Zone: EST
Occupation:
Surgical Technologist
My personality is laidback and calm, and I'm very understanding.

I do digital art! I can do simple character Commissions, and post regular art on Twitter. Paid Commissions will be posted there @CommanderVolkov.


I listen to a lot of music; current favorite is Spiritbox.



Hit me up for all your medical RP needs. I've worked in a good handful of departments, and can make things more realistic!

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Hey there! I've been obsessed with Cyberpunk 2077 since it came out and have been playing it tons since. So naturally, I'm interested in an RP set in our lovely Night City. I'm invested in the story of the game, but I want our RP to be completely separate from anything that goes on in the actual game. We can have canon characters appear or be mentioned, but I don't want them actively involved in the RP.

First things first, some basic rules. I like to keep things simple, so here's the important stuff and if you have any questions, you can just ask!


Alright so, rules aside, let's move on to the plots/ideas that I have. Some of these will just be pairings, some are plots that are more fleshed out. We can make things as simple or complicated as we want, so long as it's entertaining for the both of us. Roles in the plot will be decided later, unless specified below. Note that while I prefer MxM, I am open to MxF and FxF, and welcome any and all races/ethnicities/gender identities/etc. Diversity is good! And while I don't require romance, I do strongly prefer it.





PM me if you want to RP. I won't reply to messages on this thread.
Wwlcome! If you need any help, feel free to ask around. There's plenty of kinds of RPs you can get into around here. You can also put up Interest Checks to advertise your own ideas to other RPers. You can use the forums to RP, or you can opt to have more private RPs using the PM system.

Hope you have fun! Don't get discouraged if a few RPs don't work out right away. Eventually someone will come along and you'll write amazing stories together.
Junkrat's eyes followed Roadhog as he exited the room, expression that of one puzzled Junker. He hadn't been told to follow him or to stay with the tourists, so naturally, as was his first instinct in any place he hadn't been, he began rummaging around in an attempt to find anything of use.

Didn't seem like much other than scrap and useless junk, though anything could be made useful in the Outback. The peg-legged man knew that well. If he hadn't learned to improvise, he wouldn't have survived very long after the initial disaster. He still found it hard to believe, at some point he was just a normal person living in the Outback, and in the blink of an eye it seemed everything changed.

Glancing over a thin shoulder to the terrified tourists, Junkrat thought briefly on these dumbasses who made disaster a vacation. The homes and lives of thousands had been destroyed because of the government's decisions. These people were just like those bureaucrats- selfish and entertained by tragedy. Then again, Junkrat was pretty selfish too... but not because he was a dick. He was selfish because he had nothing- that fusion core was the first thing of real value he'd ever had.

When Roadhog returned and guided the tourists out, Junkrat now chose to follow to see what he would do. Furrowing his brow in confusion as the tattooed man pointed to a bus and instructed them to leave safely, Junkrat looked up at him.

"Oi Roadie, why are we lettin' them go? They're no different from the suits that got us into this mess!"
If there was one thing Junkrat was good at, it was scavenging through wreckage for valuables; after all, he'd risked life and limb to retrieve that omnic fusion core from heavily radiated ruins. He'd do even more for something that could actually keep him alive rather than make him deathly ill.

He managed to sift through debris and find what appeared to be one of the bandit's stashed assortment of goods, crammed inside what looked to be a half-destroyed desk. There were a few bottles of water, some prepackaged food items, and an amount of cash. They'd probably planned to hide it here until they left the blimp, unless they'd planned to make this a more permanently established base. Regardless, it wasn't Junkrat's concern what it was there for, only that it was fit for consumption.

Hearing Roadhog's booming voice with little issue, Junkrat filled the pockets of his shorts with the food and currency, and carried the bottles of water in his arms towards where the pig-tatted goliath was. Making his way up the stairs, his steps an unmistakable thump-clack-thump-clack, Junkrat soon located Roadhog and the captive tourists.

"I guess these dumbasses are our problem now, huh Roadie?"

Usually when Junkrat came across people who weren't supposed to be in the Outback, he made short work of them and stole their belongings. After all, they lived lives of splendor, without the struggles of the Outback natives who had been betrayed by their own government. Yes, Junkrat spited "normal" people. No, he didn't care if they were innocent. If they were stupid enough the venture into a dangerous place, it was their owm fault if they got killed.

"I say we leave 'em to fend for themselves. They're a waste of our time, mate. We take what we need, and they're not needed."
Hello there!


My name's Dewey, but you can call me whatever the hell you want to. I've been RPing for quite a long time, at least since my early teens. I've got some RP ideas I want to throw out into the open, but before I get into that, I just have some basic rules.

1. Please be decently literate. I just ask for decent grammar and spelling, and a minimum post length of one solid paragraph. I tend to prefer more than that, but in some situations it's pointless to type tons of filler just to meet a quota. I can also forgive typos here and there because we're human, but do try to proofread.

2. I ask that my partners be over the age of 18, as my RPs tend to include graphic content of all sorts. Sex, drugs, violence, etc, might all be involved depending on the type of RP. That noted, I have very few limits as far as graphic content, and will RP smut as in-depth as you are comfortable with. I personally RP as any gender and in any pairing.

3. Communicate! If you're going to be gone a while, just let me know. If you're no longer interested in the RP, just say so! I'm friendly, I don't bite unless you ask nicely.

That's all for rules. I'm simple enough, right? If you have any questions, just ask.

Plots and Ideas


Genres
Just some genres I enjoy. I'm not opposed to other genres, these are just my favorites.

Sci-Fi
Dark Themes
Modern
Slice of Life
Historical
Warfare
Medical/Hospital Drama

Fandoms
Some of my favorite video games, movies, books, etc. If they have a * next to them, they're ones that I am very interested in doing. Note that the RPs don't have to be set in any of these universes. These are just ones I enjoy.

Star Wars
Mass Effect
Overwatch***
League of Legends
Call of Duty*
Dead by Daylight***********

Ideas/Plots
These plots can be for any particular fandom/genre or original world unless explicitly said otherwise. There will be some buzzwords in parentheses to give a basic idea of what each hider contains.









If you have any original ideas that you'd like to do, just let me know and we can work something out! Please PM me if interested. I don't often check back at this thread unless I'm adding or crossing out plots.
It came as no shock that the violence continued through the halls of the blimp, Roadhog shredding his way through the guards who hadn't been blown to bits by Junkrat's handy little grenades. When the pot-bellied man ascended the stairs that appeared to lead to an office, Junkrat took a moment to absorb his surroundings. There were more guards coming from around the corner; this blimp wreckage was massive wasn't it? reaching to the back of his belt, Junkrat procured a crudely-made bear trap. He hated using these things because they couldn't be removed, not because he wanted to get whoever stepped in it out, but because the only way to get it off was to break it. And breaking things meant repairing, which was just boring.

Oh well.

Quickly setting the trap down on the ground where he figured the guards would come rushing around the corner, Junkrat stepped back and hid behind, ironically, a garbage bin. His patience paid off, and as one man rounded the corner, he stepped directly on the center of the trap, the mouth snapping shut with a sickening crunch. The guard screamed and tried to pry his leg free, as did the second guard who followed, but there was no use. The jaws had latched shut, just as designed. Now it'd be impossible to remove without breaking the metal pieces, which usually meant shooting it.

Junkrat sprung forth from his hiding spot, firing a volley of grenades at the panicked guards, who quickly became nothing more than splatters on the walls. He couldn't help but laugh; that had worked perfectly! He'd have to make another trap when he had the time, they were too brilliant. Glancing around once again, the ex-Junker didn't hear any other commotion. He guessed there were likely valuables somewhere around here, particularly food and water. With so many people having been here, there was bound to be something of use.

Entering a nearby room that appeared to be someone's quarters, Junkrat began sifting around the mess to see what he could find. He ignored the noise he could hear upstairs, clearly Roadhog had it handled. It didn't take long for that huge bounty hunter to come back down and squeeze himself through the doorframe.

"Got it, Roadie! I don't like stairs much anyways." Shaking his peg leg at Roadhog for emphasis, Junkrat grinned. He found himself strangely... alright with having him around. As scary as the masked man was, so long as Junk didn't do anything stupid (which was bound to happen), he didn't seem like that much of a threat!
Junkrat didn't say much on the ride to the blimp. He was, for once, taking time to process everything that had just happened. Somehow he'd weaseled his way out of getting killed by Roadhog, and was now partnered up with him to raid some supplies. He wasn't any stranger to working with others, being a Junker and all, but ever since he'd found that omnium fusion core he'd abandoned his former ties to people. What he had was worth more than safety in numbers.

After all, what did an explosives expert need with a bunch of reject Junkers anyways? He could blow shit up and get out unscathed. Well, mostly anyways. A glance down at his peg leg reminded him that things could go very wrong when it came to something as dangerous as explosives. Junkrat nearly hissed in pain at just the thought of what it felt like to lose his leg, and what he'd done to keep himself from dying from it. The explosive had gone off accidentally, and mangled everything from his knee down. There were no doctors, no surgeons, no nothing in the Outback. So he had to fix it himself. He'd used a fragment of metal to sever what was left of the scraps of skin below his knee while the shock kept him from being in agony, then wrapped his thigh with a belt to stop the bleeding. From there, he'd lit a campfire in the dark of the starry Australian night, then shoved his mauled stub into the flames to cauterize it shut.

He'd wound up with an infection and nearly died from the fucking thing, but somehow he pulled through. It wasn't so bad now, but he never wanted to do that shit again. Yeah, life in this wasteland was no piece of cake, but Junkrat still wanted to live. And he'd do anything to live as healthy and prosperous as he could, without having to deal with goddamn suits or omnics.

Looking beside him to Roadhog, Junkrat decided then and there that he'd stick by this bloke for as long as necessary to stay alive. Another accident like the one with his leg, and he didn't know if he could do it again without help. Maybe it was too soon to trust Roadhog to save his life, after all Roadie knew where the fusion core was now. Shit, that was the plan, huh? Roadhog knew where the core was, and was gonna kill Junkrat out here, then go back and get it for himself. Fuck.

Arriving at the wreckage, it didn't take long at all for Roadhog to kill a man. Not that lives meant much out here, but still. The big guy was proving himself to be ruthless without hesitation. Following Roadie to the blimp, Junkrat reached onto his belt and retrieved his handmade grenade launcher, loading it then following up behind the larger man.

"Won't be the first time I've killed for a drop of water." Junkrat mentioned, unable to help the grin on his face as he began firing his launcher at the guards as the came. It was too easy to catch them in the explosions when they didn't realize what was being shot at them. The grenades looked awfully inconspicuous, just as intended!
Junkrat's brows first raised in surprise at the boldness of Roadhog suggesting a fifty-fifty split, then furrowed down as he narrowed his eyes in disdain at the pig-tatted man. What was this big lug trying to pull? Who did he think he was to request fifty percent of the cut, for something Junkrat risked his life to find and protect for weeks! He had no right to it! Zero! None! Zilch!

Stomping up behind Roadhog as he was beckoned over, Junkrat started to protest; "I don't think you know what it took me to find that bloody core, and you don't deserve-", but Junkrat was cut off by that rumbling voice interjecting and telling of a crashed blimp in the middle of nowhere. Well, close enough to nowhere. The Outback was full of nothing ever since the explosion, just endless radiated landscape. But sometimes one could stumble across valuables in the form of wreckage. Or even better- a place to hunker down and stay safe.

Though, not everyone used those locations to live in. Crime was rampant in this lawless wasteland, and it was no surprise to hear that kidnappers used a blimp wreckage to hold tourists hostage. It was no business of Junkrat's to go in and be a hero, and quite honestly he didn't care about those people dumb enough to get caught by a bunch of irradiated thieves. However, the prospect of gear and maybe even something to eat or drink that wasn't radiated was enough to convince Junkrat to go along with this brazen plan.

"Well alright, Roadie, but don't get any smart ideas! No higher than fifty! I'm sure whatever's stored there aside from people is worth a pretty penny. Plus maybe we can find some food. I haven't eaten anything that hasn't made me sick as a dog in days. I'm withering away, mate!"
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