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The desire to join an RP instead of run one, but the lack of anything being advertised or open that fits my interests
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Why are people posting 1x1 'looking for' threads in the main section, when there's a whole section for 1x1 RP's?
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It'd be nice to be able to *play* an RP I'm interested in for once, rather than having to *run* one all the time. Of course, doesn't help that I'm picky about what I enjoy.
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Hmmmmm... PM inviting me to an RP on Discord by a user who just joined the site and has no posts? Doesn't sound iffy at all, no sir.
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Bio
I've been roleplaying in one form or another since the late '90's. I've played as many tabletop games as I have online ones, and the quality of both has varied wildly.
I have an active imagination, and I love immersive, descriptive roleplaying. My genres of choice are sci-fi, and modern-day (with a sci-fi twist). I like RP's that mix reality with fiction, and throw an unusual and exciting twist into an otherwise normal setting - something like Stargate SG-1 would be an example, or Battle: Los Angeles. An almost recognizable world, but with some sci-fi twists.
I'm a fan of military and action-based RP's that do this especially, and they are easily my favourite - though I rarely see any that appeal to me enough - all the military RP's are too 'plain', and anything else modern day is usually fantasy or fandom. Or *shudder* school RPs...
I have a lot of fandoms; Transformers, Macross, MLP: FiM, Fallout, Battletech, Ace Combat, and others to varying degrees. But I don't often join fandom RPs because the ones I'm into don't come up, or I am very picky about my RPs and their plots and feel.
I don't play in free, as I find the short posts and bad spelling and grammar infuriating. I like a lot of depth, story, setting and character to my RPs, so am usually found in Casual and sometimes Advanced. Though, usually running my own RPs.
I'm 43 years old, and live in the UK, so I may not be on all the time.
I also like playing non-human characters, especially anthro ones, robots or synthetics, or some hybrid of both.
Outside of my RP tastes and hobby; I read a lot of books, play wargames and TTRPGs, make model aircraft and vehicles, and am also a brony and furry. I have been running a large local furmeet group for the last 10 years and have been involved in running a very successful UK MLP convention.
I have an active imagination, and I love immersive, descriptive roleplaying. My genres of choice are sci-fi, and modern-day (with a sci-fi twist). I like RP's that mix reality with fiction, and throw an unusual and exciting twist into an otherwise normal setting - something like Stargate SG-1 would be an example, or Battle: Los Angeles. An almost recognizable world, but with some sci-fi twists.
I'm a fan of military and action-based RP's that do this especially, and they are easily my favourite - though I rarely see any that appeal to me enough - all the military RP's are too 'plain', and anything else modern day is usually fantasy or fandom. Or *shudder* school RPs...
I have a lot of fandoms; Transformers, Macross, MLP: FiM, Fallout, Battletech, Ace Combat, and others to varying degrees. But I don't often join fandom RPs because the ones I'm into don't come up, or I am very picky about my RPs and their plots and feel.
I don't play in free, as I find the short posts and bad spelling and grammar infuriating. I like a lot of depth, story, setting and character to my RPs, so am usually found in Casual and sometimes Advanced. Though, usually running my own RPs.
I'm 43 years old, and live in the UK, so I may not be on all the time.
I also like playing non-human characters, especially anthro ones, robots or synthetics, or some hybrid of both.
Outside of my RP tastes and hobby; I read a lot of books, play wargames and TTRPGs, make model aircraft and vehicles, and am also a brony and furry. I have been running a large local furmeet group for the last 10 years and have been involved in running a very successful UK MLP convention.
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
I'm waiting for a reply from Aristo before I update with a new post. Once I do get one, I will update the IC with a new thread, and start moving the party toward an end, and the next day, where we'll get a new mission to undertake.
User Name: It's there on the left side of the post.
Join Date: 5 months ago
RP interests/Genres/Categories:
Generally speaking, I find it hard to nail down 'genres'. I like things that cross-over and fuse ideas and concepts from different genres. Modern-day sci-fi settings for example (like Battle: LA), or modern-day mecha-tech and alternative realities/histories.
Active Roleplays:
Current Interest Checks:
No active ones.
Past RP's
Other Information:
I'm extremely fussy about RP's. I like some realism, but if it's too realistic and attentive to detail, I get bored and frustrated, and it stops being fun. I hate book-keeping and slavish adherence to 'reality' bores me, and I don't think it should ever get in the way of excitement, interest storyline or fun.
I like action, but there has to be a lot of character interaction and development too. And I get equally annoyed and fed up of stereotyped and cliche characters, and will quickly get fed up of playing in a group with them.
On the other hand, I can get really involved and interested if the right combination of things hits me, and throw myself completely into an RP.
Unfortunately, that hasn't happened much since the new Guild has gone up.
Join Date: 5 months ago
RP interests/Genres/Categories:
- Modern Military, especially aviation-themed
- Mecha
- Sci-fi
- Anthro
Generally speaking, I find it hard to nail down 'genres'. I like things that cross-over and fuse ideas and concepts from different genres. Modern-day sci-fi settings for example (like Battle: LA), or modern-day mecha-tech and alternative realities/histories.
Active Roleplays:
- GEARS - Anthro sci-fi/mecha, High-casual. The latest incarnation of a game I've been running since before the guildfall. It's not moving quickly, but it's well-populated and busy.
- Across Broken Skies - High Casual, Ace Combat-esque fighter aircraft RP. Set in an alternate world to our own. Not long started, and running well at the moment.
- Task-Force Lima - High Casual, Modern-day Special Forces operations. A bit like Medal of Honour, or Call of Duty, but with more emphasis on character and storyline.
Current Interest Checks:
No active ones.
Past RP's
- Along A Different Path: A Macross/Robotech inspired RP. Closed down due to lack of plot and planning by me.
- Chasing Away Shadows: Metal Gear inspired RP, never really took off due to struggling with plot.
- After War, Before Peace: Twilight X/etc inspired Military RP. Died due to lack of posts and players not coming back post-exams.
- Numerous other RP's pre-Guildfall. I ran one about tanks and tank crews that was apparently popular, but died due to squabbling about 'realism'.
Other Information:
I'm extremely fussy about RP's. I like some realism, but if it's too realistic and attentive to detail, I get bored and frustrated, and it stops being fun. I hate book-keeping and slavish adherence to 'reality' bores me, and I don't think it should ever get in the way of excitement, interest storyline or fun.
I like action, but there has to be a lot of character interaction and development too. And I get equally annoyed and fed up of stereotyped and cliche characters, and will quickly get fed up of playing in a group with them.
On the other hand, I can get really involved and interested if the right combination of things hits me, and throw myself completely into an RP.
Unfortunately, that hasn't happened much since the new Guild has gone up.
Scott stood , wincing, after Jan had put the insurgent down, taking Jan's hand.
"Thanks, mate" he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess I slipped up on that one".
He scooped up the SOCOM from the floor, and followed the others, catching up as Jan issued their next moves. Nodding, sprinted out of the house and back the way they'd come. Dashing across the yard, he bundled into the desert tan hummer, piling his M249 into the vehicle before starting the engine. He gunned the engine, the big, wide utility vehicle scrabbling for purchase on the dusty street before it lurched into motion and took off at a fast pace under his hand.
Weaving through the disorganized traffic, he pushed the vehicle as much as he could, palming the horn almost constantly to get through snarls of traffic, or pedestrians drifting onto and off of the road.
"Scott here," he called over the radio, weaving the hummvee around a parked delivery van. "En route now." He caught sight of Jan and the others darting around pedestrians and traffic, and honked the horn and flashed the headlights. "I've got eyes on you now, tell me when to pull over".
"Thanks, mate" he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess I slipped up on that one".
He scooped up the SOCOM from the floor, and followed the others, catching up as Jan issued their next moves. Nodding, sprinted out of the house and back the way they'd come. Dashing across the yard, he bundled into the desert tan hummer, piling his M249 into the vehicle before starting the engine. He gunned the engine, the big, wide utility vehicle scrabbling for purchase on the dusty street before it lurched into motion and took off at a fast pace under his hand.
Weaving through the disorganized traffic, he pushed the vehicle as much as he could, palming the horn almost constantly to get through snarls of traffic, or pedestrians drifting onto and off of the road.
"Scott here," he called over the radio, weaving the hummvee around a parked delivery van. "En route now." He caught sight of Jan and the others darting around pedestrians and traffic, and honked the horn and flashed the headlights. "I've got eyes on you now, tell me when to pull over".
nautilusmp said
Problem is, nearly everyone has the same problem.
Then engage one another's bandits....?
You all have radios capable of talking to one another, and everyone is still armed. Work together, post with attacking the hostile on each other's tails. The posts are right there waiting to be made, and I don't expect to have to spoon-feed people events.
OK! I must not have remembered after making my post, or got confused with everyone having people chasing them. Hopefully if we get some posts coming in, then this will start resolving itself. Though I've got to say, I'm getting a bit worried that no one is posting in character at all at the moment.
Okay! I got my post up. It's not much, but it's something to set things in motion for others to follow. Hope you like it!
Scott dived through the door as Jan yelled, grabbing Wendy's plate carrier by the drag handle and tugging her to safety too as he half-ducked, half-fell into cover. Hugging the dusty floor, he winced as the grenade detonated with an eye-watering concussion, leaving his ears ringing. Loose chunks of plaster fell from the ceiling, furniture (meager as it was) collapsed, and the air was full of choking dust.
Spluttering, the SAS trooper climbed to his feet and staggered in to the kitchen. Jan was already picking himself up and ordering them into action. Scott eyed him a brief moment, nodding to confirm the pole was okay, before he sprang into action, moving to take point. He moved swiftly on the trail of the man who'd exited the room in a hurry, Mk.23 held firmly in both hands. Moving swiftly despite his size and bulk, he pushed through the doorway at the rear of the dining-type room into a sparse kitchen. No souls inhabited the room, and he shouted a terse 'clear', before moving through the door at his left; emerging into a hall. A shadow moved at the end of the room, darting up the stairs. Another figure moved, raising a sub-machinegun and yammering in a language he didn't understand. Scott ducked low and opened fire with the Mk.23, the heavy pistol bucking in his hands as the two rounds hit centre mass.
"Target down," he called and moved on. "I think the hostiles gone upstairs, I'll-"
He cut off as another hostile slammed into him from the right, out of the hallway, and he hit the side of the staircase hard. grappling with the man, he managed to ram a fist into his stomach, but received a cut from a vicious-looking knife along his right forearm. With his combat shirt rolled up in the heat, it left an angry wound that spilled blood near instantly, before he hit the attacker with a right cross in the enclosed space, driving him back. The SOCOM was lost in the struggle, and the Englishman struggled to draw a breath, before another punch hammered on the back of his neck and he stumbled back.
Spluttering, the SAS trooper climbed to his feet and staggered in to the kitchen. Jan was already picking himself up and ordering them into action. Scott eyed him a brief moment, nodding to confirm the pole was okay, before he sprang into action, moving to take point. He moved swiftly on the trail of the man who'd exited the room in a hurry, Mk.23 held firmly in both hands. Moving swiftly despite his size and bulk, he pushed through the doorway at the rear of the dining-type room into a sparse kitchen. No souls inhabited the room, and he shouted a terse 'clear', before moving through the door at his left; emerging into a hall. A shadow moved at the end of the room, darting up the stairs. Another figure moved, raising a sub-machinegun and yammering in a language he didn't understand. Scott ducked low and opened fire with the Mk.23, the heavy pistol bucking in his hands as the two rounds hit centre mass.
"Target down," he called and moved on. "I think the hostiles gone upstairs, I'll-"
He cut off as another hostile slammed into him from the right, out of the hallway, and he hit the side of the staircase hard. grappling with the man, he managed to ram a fist into his stomach, but received a cut from a vicious-looking knife along his right forearm. With his combat shirt rolled up in the heat, it left an angry wound that spilled blood near instantly, before he hit the attacker with a right cross in the enclosed space, driving him back. The SOCOM was lost in the struggle, and the Englishman struggled to draw a breath, before another punch hammered on the back of his neck and he stumbled back.
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
That's a shame, considering your character is excellent and all of your posts are great. I hope it's not the RP itself that's putting you off. It's a shame to see you go, but if you don't want to continue, then fair enough.
Right, I've posted with an update on the situation. One more round of combat, and I think this battle ought to be over. Keep the posts coming, guys - it's all going well.
FYI, I did a count up of the aircraft as I was going through the posts, and this was the result:
3 x TU-95 Bear remaining
8 x SU-27/MiG-29 remaining (four of each?)
Hope that helps if anyone is confused. Additionally, there are bandits on Mateotis and Skythikons' tails to be swept clear if anyone's looking for an 'in'.
FYI, I did a count up of the aircraft as I was going through the posts, and this was the result:
3 x TU-95 Bear remaining
8 x SU-27/MiG-29 remaining (four of each?)
Hope that helps if anyone is confused. Additionally, there are bandits on Mateotis and Skythikons' tails to be swept clear if anyone's looking for an 'in'.
Ariella let out a brief sigh of relief as her 6 was cleared by one of the paired Foxbats from long range. 6 claimed the kill, his accent thick and tone professional as he spoke, and she answered with some relief creeping into her tone.
"Roger, Six. Thanks for the assist, over"
Farid called in, and the Israeli pilot craned her neck to get a view as he spoke, seeing the Tigershark gracefully carving air as it weaved and tangled with a much heavier and larger Flanker, a missile explosion nearby marking the battle.
"Roger, Eleven - hold tight, moving to assist!"
Ariella hauled hard on the stick, the nose of the re-engineered Kfir coming around. The canards deflected hard, working in tandem with the thrust vector panels on the engine to haul the nose of the delta-winged jet around onto the same heading as the Tigershark and its' ominous pursuer. The airframe rattled and clattered as she came around, the light, grey and dismal as it was, threw shifting shadows around the cockpit, and then the Kfir was on an intercept to the Flanker, cutting in close to the pair.
Too close for missiles, she thought in a snap moment, the helmet-mounted sight changing pipper as she selected her ADEN cannon. The gunsight lead the target, and her gloved finger squeezed the trigger. A low thrumming drummed through the airframe as the twin lines of tracer lanced out through the air and intersected the blue-grey shape of the Flanker at her call of 'Guns'. Debris cascaded off of the aircraft, and smoke bloomed into life, threaded with dark oil. Then the sight was lost as she blasted past, the flanker slowly rolling off of the F-20's tail, and onto its' back before the canopy blew clear and the pilot ejected.
"One off of you, Eleven, and I think the other is having second thoughts. Overwatch, sitrep, over?"
"Roger, One. Five and Six just took down two more ALCM's, Over half of the bombers are down, only three remaining. However, there are eight bandits still in the area, and on the hostiles. They can't go much longer this far from home though, Excalibur. Push them and let's get this finished!"
"Roger that!" replied Ariella, hauling the nose around to form up on Excalibur Eleven's wing. "Eleven, let's go persecute the enemy. Sounds like Four and Seven need our help with these guys, and we should keep their tails clear so they can take care of business!"
With the SU-24 and Jaguar occupied by the hostiles, the remaining Bears dived to gain speed and confuse the radar, looming above the steel-grey seas. However, the coastline was in sight. The lead Bear dropped its' missiles, the six Kh-55 missiles dropping from both wings and igniting their turbojets in a blaze of yellow flame. This time the journey would be much shorter, a handful of minutes, for the missiles to cross the ocean and make shore.
And this time they wouldn't be as predictable either - the six miniature aircraft spread out, accelerating as they did and moving on to a wide spread of courses to approach Lossiemouth from multiple directions.
"Six more missiles inbound!" said Overwatch. "Bombers are five miles from target. No more cruise missiles on their wings; looks like they're carrying internal bombs as well. Fighters still inbound too! Air defence fighters are five minutes away, keep at it Excalibur!"
"Roger," replied Ariella, her voice tight in her throat. "We're doing well guys, just keep on 'em. We're almost there!"
"Roger, Six. Thanks for the assist, over"
Farid called in, and the Israeli pilot craned her neck to get a view as he spoke, seeing the Tigershark gracefully carving air as it weaved and tangled with a much heavier and larger Flanker, a missile explosion nearby marking the battle.
"Dammit. Bandits engaging me two-on-one,"
"Roger, Eleven - hold tight, moving to assist!"
Ariella hauled hard on the stick, the nose of the re-engineered Kfir coming around. The canards deflected hard, working in tandem with the thrust vector panels on the engine to haul the nose of the delta-winged jet around onto the same heading as the Tigershark and its' ominous pursuer. The airframe rattled and clattered as she came around, the light, grey and dismal as it was, threw shifting shadows around the cockpit, and then the Kfir was on an intercept to the Flanker, cutting in close to the pair.
Too close for missiles, she thought in a snap moment, the helmet-mounted sight changing pipper as she selected her ADEN cannon. The gunsight lead the target, and her gloved finger squeezed the trigger. A low thrumming drummed through the airframe as the twin lines of tracer lanced out through the air and intersected the blue-grey shape of the Flanker at her call of 'Guns'. Debris cascaded off of the aircraft, and smoke bloomed into life, threaded with dark oil. Then the sight was lost as she blasted past, the flanker slowly rolling off of the F-20's tail, and onto its' back before the canopy blew clear and the pilot ejected.
"One off of you, Eleven, and I think the other is having second thoughts. Overwatch, sitrep, over?"
"Roger, One. Five and Six just took down two more ALCM's, Over half of the bombers are down, only three remaining. However, there are eight bandits still in the area, and on the hostiles. They can't go much longer this far from home though, Excalibur. Push them and let's get this finished!"
"Roger that!" replied Ariella, hauling the nose around to form up on Excalibur Eleven's wing. "Eleven, let's go persecute the enemy. Sounds like Four and Seven need our help with these guys, and we should keep their tails clear so they can take care of business!"
With the SU-24 and Jaguar occupied by the hostiles, the remaining Bears dived to gain speed and confuse the radar, looming above the steel-grey seas. However, the coastline was in sight. The lead Bear dropped its' missiles, the six Kh-55 missiles dropping from both wings and igniting their turbojets in a blaze of yellow flame. This time the journey would be much shorter, a handful of minutes, for the missiles to cross the ocean and make shore.
And this time they wouldn't be as predictable either - the six miniature aircraft spread out, accelerating as they did and moving on to a wide spread of courses to approach Lossiemouth from multiple directions.
"Six more missiles inbound!" said Overwatch. "Bombers are five miles from target. No more cruise missiles on their wings; looks like they're carrying internal bombs as well. Fighters still inbound too! Air defence fighters are five minutes away, keep at it Excalibur!"
"Roger," replied Ariella, her voice tight in her throat. "We're doing well guys, just keep on 'em. We're almost there!"
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