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꧁༺ 𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 ༻꧂


Character Development ♥

I am an active poster, so you will likely get replies daily or every other day depending on what is going on IRL. I alway be sure to let my role-play partners know should I need a small hiatus or is something comes up that warrants such.

Mature; meaning our characters are adults and act accordingly. From simple to complex, swearing and the sorts.

1 v 1 (M x F)
While I main female characters, I have no issue with role-playing male characters!

Third person, which is the he/she/it/they perspective. (See my introduction post here to view my role-play example of this. :) )

Godmoding is highly discouraged.
An example of godmoding is when you have your character attempt to take control over mine and how they respond to something without my consent. Or being completely invicible to everything and anything. I enjoy role-playing fairness. Even implementing a roll of a d20 to make things interesting at times should one wish for that!

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Note: These are just ideas that I've had floating about the noggin. I am always open to hear your own ideas, too! Tags that I was not able to click (due to the 7 max) that I have interests in; Romance, Western, Future, Medieval Fantasy, and Steampunk.

Sci-Fi

1. A memory that haunts a scientist drives them to create something that they should have never attempted to begin with. Where they see compassion, others would see as morbid infatuation. News leaks of this development, and the Government sends an assassin (your character) to go under cover and destroy this... product of 'compassion'. Can the assassin pull the trigger when the time calls for such? Or will they hold hesitation?

2. Space has ever been a wonder that one could never fathom to understand. Galaxies in variety - a vector of oddeties and... Life. Life, such a precious and fleeting thing. Though life of others is easily expendable to the space pirates that loiter the edges of Nebulas and aught else, waiting for precious cargo or exotic ships to cross their paths. There is one notorious pirate that has made a name for himself across vast sectors. Recently he had stolen something that warranted the demise of his fleet, leaving him on the run... But not for long. Hot in pursuit were the top fighters of the N.I.P. (Nova Ignis Patrol). A small, but deadly fleet that had been contacted and let known of the Pirate's whereabouts. A newly inducted pilot (your character) has been itching to get in on the fight... Yet finds themselves on the sidelines at the Nova Ignis Terminal due to not being 'seasoned' enough to face a notrious outlaw. There is one pro to being inducted to this group, though. Getting to hear the exchanges over the intercoms before anyone else. Aside from the sudden rolling plumes that leave a trail behind the now falling ship that can be seen entering the atmosphere... The rookie pilot swore they heard that the ship is dropping... Cargo? It must've been the stolen cargo, and they were not waiting around for the order to go check things out. It's easier to slip away on a speeder than it was in a ship, anyways. What will the pilot find? This classified cargo was the talk for weeks. Classified this, classified that. Was the notorious pirate even dead? All they knew is they needed to get there, and fast. Scavangers were well known to pick apart any fallen debris in no time, leaving little to nothing behind.

Post Apocalyptic

1. Survival of the fittest has become a curse more than a quote. Just as War is ever embeded, and seemingly the foundation, of DNA itself... Which only leads to destruction. After an all out war upon the planet Eos Sol, a nuclear winter threatens to destroy any and all survivors unless they work together to find means of rebuilding and staving off the frostbite. With resources being scarce, not everyone is keen to the idea of working alongside all they come across. Differences oft spiral to brawls, or even premature death. Being the daughter of a Command Sergeant Major who dislikes 'outcasts', life can be more challenging than need be. Day in and out, her father's unit brings in 'the lost' - Or those that are captured for interrogation for being too close to the base. A new face (your character) has come in with the recent lot and is set for interrogation in the coming days. Keen to take note, though, that the daughter frequents and serves food and water to the captured. Perhaps a bribe to be set free can be in order with the daughter without the Command Sergeant's knowing? Or maybe to work out a deal that allows permanent residence inside the base for safety measures?

Modern | Fantasy

1. (Based off the game Coffee Talk, Mixed with 5e DnD and made up characters as one sees fit) Glen Island Park in New Rochelle, New York is oft reffered to as a serene getaway from a day of busy bustle. A new addition - a Coffee Shop, is finally opening. The Tiefling proprietress of the shop has made it clear that all races are welcomed in her establishment. It is a place to relax, read, or softly speak with one another. Tender loving care is poured into each cup and served with a warm smile. A place that almost seems too good to be true. Before the opening ever took place, there was a rumor going about that the proprietress was seen speaking with some... Rather shady people. Now, tieflings already have a bad reputation for themselves as is. Then again, so does every race when being compared to another. Yet to see one speaking with two businessmen- humans at that, in a late hour of the evening? It's only natural it warrants concern. When there if fear, the law oft becomes involved. What better for a new face (your character) to blend in than to simply be 'off duty' or 'on break' and sitting in to watch the comings and goings of those in the establishment? Will there be anything of interest found? Is there something shady going on?

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While these do not cover all the tags, please do not hesitate to ask to hear of the ideas for those, too, should you be interested in one that is not described here. On the bright side, I will be happy to put additional ideas to interests and description thereof so that it is here for future reading. For now, I'm starting small with just a few ideas just to see if there is any interest. If not, I will continue to work on ideas! (I'm also posting this here as I'm uncertain if I am creating the topic correctly and in the right place. Bare with me on that if I did it wrong >.<)

Thank you so much for taking time to look this over! It is appreciated!

-꧁༺ 𝓔𝓸𝓷 ༻꧂
Well met!

Having started my role-play career when I was but the young age of eight years, (neopets, how I miss thee). Now thirty plus years of age, I guess one could say I've a fair deal of role-play time beneath the belt. Is my grammar perfect? No. Do I have the literacy of a well reknowned English Professor or some Shakespear prodigy? Absolutely not.

I do try, though.

From subtle and tame, to a web of euphoric bliss and deceit - I've been about it all... almost. I am rather open to trying any type of role-play, though do bare with me should there be particular lore/know how that I lack. While I enjoy writing to my hearts content, I will say that I learn at a slower pace than most.

I do ask that RP partners be 21+.

OoC and IC are to be kept separate. If my character has an issue with yours, that does not mean I hold issue with you OoCly!
I can not stress this enough! I am not here to swoon or be swooned. I am here to enjoy stories that we weave together.

Preferences?

A list will do, surely. Simple. Clean.

► 1 v 1
► Character Development
► Romance | Heartbreak
► Dark (To a degree) You may ask me privately should you've any questions, or wish to know the lines of this.
► Paragraph(s) | Descriptive
► Medieval Fantasy, Steampunk, Modern, Futuristic, Post Apocalyiptic, Survival, Western, Sci-Fi, Experimental - The list is endless.

Role-Play Sample

Tousled raven locks lies within a lazy bun. Plumes of smoke twirl about like some unchoreographed dance as the cherry burns. Bright lights have come to replace the shine of the stars. Inhalation of toxic fumes is bittersweet. The neon sign, 'The Unwanted', like a tattoo on her reflection in the window. It's flickering luminescence a depiction of her, her hopes, and her dreams.

Fingertips trail along the metal of the Desert Eagle. A vintage in this day an age. Where ammunition isn't in the form of bullets that dwindle in number... But, instead, the form of wanting to stay alive. Cyborgs. A.I.. They have nearly eradicated the human race as a whole. It's been months since she's seen another.

A zip and zap, a short circuit causing a momentary light in the dark room. How the mind coaxes her gaze to the mangled bodies of the P.H.A. - Patrol and Human Annihilation. A assassination society of machines formed with strict intention to seek the living and end their meager lives by forcing them to become one of them.

The butt of the cigarette tugs to her lower lip as she draws it away. The exhale spilling a haze over lush, red lips.

The weight of the gun now becomes one with her as she lifts it, pressing the length of the barrel against her brow as she closes her eyes. The chill is... Welcoming. Intoxicatingly so. The beat of her heart pounding as a smile graces her features. Momentary relief in the humidity of this damned, dark room.

Faint is the movement of one of the P.H.A. A soft laughter escapes her as she tilts her head back. The brink of insanity only a breath away. Swinging her legs over, that scarlet dress hugs and exaggerates her curves. The sway of her hips and the sound of heels... She could very well be the Devil's advocate. She looks down to the pitiful sight of the machine that tries to carry out its mission even in such a sorry state.

Kneeling down, pressing a soft kiss to the cheek of that synthetic, rubber face. Her words like venom on sultry tone.

"How admirable... Such a good little machine..."

Looking in it's eyes, she presses the gun to the side of it's head. No.. Why waste a precious bullet? With a sigh, she holsters the gun prior to brushing the back of her hand along the machine's busted jawline before she comes to a stand. A little movement, and she places her heel to the throat before stepping down and giving her foot a sharp twist. Wires snap, and she relishes watching as the digitizers of it's eyes become flooded with liquid crystal. Almost giving the machine the appearance of crying.

For a moment... Just one moment. She felt her heart sink. Wondering... Always wondering...

Did it remember?

Even as a machine, is there ever a moment where it remembers what it felt like...

... to be alive?

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If you've read this far, I commend and appreciate you. I guess that's all I've got for now.

Thank you, sincerely, for taking time to look this over. I do hope the days treat you well, and I look forward to writing with you!

Cheers!

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