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In Search Of A Partner - [Multiple Roles/Plots] [18+ Wanted] [*Advanced Writers*] [Always OPEN!]

Hi there!

Age: 18+
The RP you are interested in: Partners
The platform on which you would prefer to roleplay (out of the ones I listed): PM for sure
A small but thorough sample of your own writing using one of these prompts:

Original writing sample from fantasy based RP

"No, Jiago, I'm telling you, I can't give you any more than I already have!"
"Listen to me, you brutish thug, you will give me my required share of the yield this year or I will drive you and the rest of your family off of my property...oh wait, let me emphasize a certain word...what is it...oh yes, MY!"

With that, the elvish dignitary turned on his heel to the horse drawn carriage that he usually presented himself in, the white chocolate colored horses snorting as their passenger situated himself in the carriage, his chin tilted upward, eyes seemingly gazing defiantly at the sky. Volgorl couldn't help but chuckle, the carriage trotting away on the command of the driver, wheels and horse hooves whipping up some of the loose earth that was naturally a result from the consistent rains they had been having the past two weeks. It was wonderful for the crops now, but if it had just been a month earlier, their wheat yield would've been double. For an Elf, Jiago didn't seem that in tune with nature; of course, he was one of the Elven gentry, which meant he attended fancy dinner parties with other rich royalty members, including men, dwarves, Dasvrochian and any other species that could stick out their finger while sipping on tea and comment on the slow manual labor they had hired. Volgorl honestly found Jiago amusing for the most part(along with most royalty), his hubris so over the top that it almost seemed like he was faking it.

Unfortunately for the world and Volgorl himself, Jiago was not "faking it". Blowing out a sigh, Vol turned his broad shouldered frame from the road and trudged back to his home, a modest looking cabin that he had built himself with some help from local men who were looking for work(they were in the fields at the moment). It was decent enough for his living, but it was rather awkward due to there only being two rooms, Vol not having the luxury of his own private room, unlike his sixteen year old sister who insisted on having SOME space(kids). His ice blue irises noted the darkening sky, the large muscles in his arms and legs moving him quicker now in order to avoid the impending storm. As he reached their front door, a clap of thunder pierced the air, lightning shooting through the heavens.

A marvelous sight.

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"So, tell me brother dear, what are you going to do about him?" The duo had just finished dinner and were seated across from each other at a wooden table, a stack of playing cards in the middle along with three cards in their hands and five face down in front of both of them. Vol had recounted the interaction with Jiago and after Nadia swore profusely about their overlord's ugly face, she had asked him the question.

"I don't know. We won't have enough to meet the export yield he wants." He placed a card down on the table, a grinning goblin with axes and two numbers in the upper right hand corner visible. Nadia snorted, placing a card on the table herself, this one with a dragon breathing fire. Volgorl groaned, placing the goblin on top of the deck.
"Then we just steal from another field, right?"
"Nadia..."
"No, I'm serious, Vol, the Summerset farm has more than en.."
"No! We've been through this already. I can't steal from another man's field...it's just not right."
"Then what do you propose we do, then, eh? Get thrown into prison? I get sold into slavery or probably prostituted..."
"Nadia, that's enough."
"Hey, at least I'm not moping! Do something about this! We're already behind on our lease payment for the land."
"Get married...at least that way we can get some money. Dowry prices have gone up last time I checked." They both laughed slightly, Nadia leaning back in her chair, her lithe frame barely filling the seat. She brushed a lock of black hair from her eye, looking at her brother's own short hair that mirror her color.
"You need a haircut."
"No."
"Yeah, you do."
"Shut up."
"Whatever." She rose from her seat, placing her cards on the table before walking past Vol, patting his head as she told him: "We'll figure this out, brother. We always have."

The Spirits Within II

Totally interested!

Mass Effect RP ideas!

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Mass Effect RP ideas!

Hi all! Wanted to see if anyone would be interested in playing out the following ideas based on the ME universe. PM me if they strike your fancy :)

Idea 1:
Setting: Between Mass effect 2 and 3
Pairing: OC Male x Femshep(partner)

Idea: With Shepherd confined to Earth after the Batarian mess(those poor multiple eyed savages) in Alliance custody awaiting the feared Reaper invasion, she is contacted via holo by a cryptic figure who says that he has knowledge about the "universal threat" the entire galaxy faces and will offer her "vital information" in exchange for a "favor". Intrigued and feeling somewhat threatened, Shepherd goes to the contact site to meet the mysterious individual and see whether or not they can back up their claims.

Idea 2:
Setting: Post Mass effect 3
Pairing: OC Male x OC female

Idea: With the Reapers destroyed and people confined to their planets, the citizens of Earth seek to rebuild an infrastructure and ultimately create a new Earth that will eclipse all societies of old. Two individuals of an outpost established just outside London begin to hear whispers in their minds as they help the rebuild effort, those whispers growing in intensity as the days go by. There is no specific message, but both have their eyes drawn constantly to the horizon where a faint blue light can be seen. They eventually meet and, upon conversing, decide to make a trek to the mystery.

Walking through Nightmare(Lizmichi/Freedom)

(So sorry for the late post! I need to figure out how to get RPG to give me notifications when you post here xD)

Norman wanted to vomit himself, but somehow kept it in check, even after his companion decided to let loose. After her episode, she commented on a sickness that was spreading.
"No, it couldn't be that, right? I mean, we would have heard SOMETHING about a disease that would turn people into Resident Evil knock-offs. Hope we don't run into Wesker..." He smiled, then shook his head.

Bad joke.

"So we just have to get out of here, police are probably on their way, so just mak..." He could hear the scraping of footsteps behind him, Norman whipping around just in time to see the outstretched arms of what was a mall security guard, a guttural moan emitting from his mouth.
"GAH!" Norman dodged left, casting a glance at the knife in his trembling hand. A moment later, he voluntarily commanded his hand upward, thrusting the knife into the undead's head. He withdrew the now gore-laden knife, the would-be attacker crumpling to the ground, Norman breathing rapidly as he told the woman:
"I just did that...did I just kill a man? No, he was dead already...right?" He shook his head violently.
"Ok, ok, ok, just get out." He looked to his left, noting the double doors leading outside to the parking garage.
"We can get out through there."

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Walking through Nightmare(Lizmichi/Freedom)

"That's the legal system for you." A half smile crept onto his lips as he took the knife, his brow raising at the sheer bulk of the thing. It certainly looked like a blade that a military officer or a mercenary would use(like he had experience with mercenaries...). He held the blade in his right hand as he continued walk to walk forward, eyes darting all over. Once in front of the double doors, which could be quickly deduced as the source of the scratching, Norman took a deep breath and opened the door. A soft moan and gurgle came from Norman's feet, his eyes looking down to spot what was once a man, his back covered in blood, hair matted to his head. The man turned on his side to reveal a slightly torn open sternum, ribcage protruding. Norman spun around on his heel and quickly walked a few feet away from the atrocity, hands on his knees. "Tell...tell me that's fake!" He looked back, the body now still on the ground. From within the mall, faint screams could be heard along with popping noises and even...moans? Norman breathed in sharply, the stench of blood and decay bludgeoning his senses. He stood up erect now, breathing shallow as he turned around. "What caused this?" He mumbled, walking past his companion and the body into the mall itself. The massive glass ceiling gave little light due to the cloudy nature of the day, dim red lighting running along the carpeted walkways serving as the only illumination. He could see smoke billowing from one of the stores below, bodies strewn across the lower and upper floors. "What nightmare did I walk into?"

Walking through Nightmare(Lizmichi/Freedom)

He chuckled at her remark about the briefcase. "Yeah, well, I suppose it would be a safe trade. Briefcase for survival." He hoisted the briefcase up to her before he jumped up himself, grabbing the edge of the hatch with both hands. With a labored grunt, he heaved himself up onto the platform, mumbling a derivative remark against himself for choosing to wear a black fleece on the one day that he would be climbing through metal hatches that could catch the zipper. Norman spotted the ladder that led up to a steel door maybe one floor above theirs. "Up we go." After ensuring that the woman was on the platform, Norman took a deep breath, the air in the shaft reeking of mechanical oil and dirt(yes, dirt had a smell) and even a slight coppery tinge. He nodded to his companion before opening the door, which led to a darkened hallway illuminated by dim red lighting that ran along the lower sides of the wall. Norman withdrew his phone and turned on the handy flashlight app he had installed upon day of purchase, a small cone of light emitting from the camera. The hallway looked like a services corridor, no doors visible except for what looked like a set of double doors at the very end. Norman thought he heard what could have been...scratching? Maybe? "You hear that?"

Walking through Nightmare(Lizmichi/Freedom)

Norman listened to the woman's suggestion and nodded when she mentioned her needing a boost. It was worth a shot, right? If the elevator starts when she's up there, though... Well, maybe he should go up there. Oh, right, like her shoulders could hold a fully grown man's feet, especially his size FOURTEEN skis. Alright, she's going up there. He centered himself below the outline of the hatch that led up to the elevator's corridor, cupping his hands together to serve as an impromptu platform for the woman to climb onto his shoulders. "If your skirt gets snagged, I can always buy you a new one. You know, kind of like a 'Hey, we survived an elevator crisis' present. I hear it's all the rage these days." He laughed for a brief moment before allowing a few beats of silence to pass. "Right then! Up through the hatch." The speaker, which had gone silent, went live again as a clear female voice semi-shouted: "CLEAR THE ROOM! CLEAR THE ROOM! WE NEED t..." More warped sound, then a final declaration from a male voice: "We won't make it ou...he...just get to...she...ter!" Wonderful.

Walking through Nightmare(Lizmichi/Freedom)

Norman mirrored his inadvertent companion's gesture, withdrawing his iphone(because he was an English teacher, he felt obligated to give into the liberal arts stereotype and own an Apple product) and checking for service. Not surprisingly, there was none. He shook his head before placing his phone back into his pocket, walking over to the series of buttons on the control panel and hitting the red one labeled "EMER". A loud squawk came over the speaker just above the control panel, then another, then...silence. More silence. "Hello?" Norman brought his face closer to the speaker. "Hello? Can anyone hear me? Another person and I are trapped in one of your elevators and..." Another squawk hit Norman dead in the ears, the teacher backing away from the offending device. Finally, he thought he could hear human voices, but they were muffled, discreet. He looked over at the woman and asked: "Can you make out anything they're saying? I'm having trouble understanding what they..." A moment later, one of the voices shouted: "LOOK ON CAMERA NINE! It's a..." The voices became garbled again and the lights in the elevator flickered for a few moments before they returned to their dimly lit state. "Ok then..." He looked at the woman with a slight smile. "Looks like we're on our own. Got any ideas?"