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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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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.
Most Recent Posts
Apologies everyone for hte delay in posting. Time got away from me this week in staggering amounts, and I have not had a chance to make a post.
I will get an IC post up tomorrow evening UK time, I appreciate your patience so far, sorry again
I will get an IC post up tomorrow evening UK time, I appreciate your patience so far, sorry again
*can feel the pressure to post Cecilia arriving late*
:P
Well, it would work out nicely since everyone else has posted so far too xD
A meta-reference! :o
@Iatos
Silverwind grinned as Vince explained about the forest and the blue-maned pegasus shrugged. "Well, I do tend to end up with trouble finding me. I must be a magnet for it. Luckily though, I can handle myself okay-" he mimed punching the air with a couple of jabs from his forelegs "-and I also tend to be pretty good at running away," he added with a wink and a nervous chuckle.
His grin only spread wider as the green pegasus asked about tagging along. His wings flicked open as he laughed and nodded. "Of course you can - I could see you were waiting to ask!" he added with another laugh, before patting his new friend on the shoulder. "Let's finish our breakfast, and then get ready. You might want to take a few things if we're going to be doing some exploring," he patted his saddlebags for emphasis. "I always have a little kit with me, just in case".
He gave an eager smile, before returning to his meal, eating and drinking hungrily to finish, the spirit of adventure and excitement now in him.
Silverwind grinned as Vince explained about the forest and the blue-maned pegasus shrugged. "Well, I do tend to end up with trouble finding me. I must be a magnet for it. Luckily though, I can handle myself okay-" he mimed punching the air with a couple of jabs from his forelegs "-and I also tend to be pretty good at running away," he added with a wink and a nervous chuckle.
His grin only spread wider as the green pegasus asked about tagging along. His wings flicked open as he laughed and nodded. "Of course you can - I could see you were waiting to ask!" he added with another laugh, before patting his new friend on the shoulder. "Let's finish our breakfast, and then get ready. You might want to take a few things if we're going to be doing some exploring," he patted his saddlebags for emphasis. "I always have a little kit with me, just in case".
He gave an eager smile, before returning to his meal, eating and drinking hungrily to finish, the spirit of adventure and excitement now in him.
@Pilatus
Did I see a Mighty Boosh reference in your post?
If so, well done sir.
Did I see a Mighty Boosh reference in your post?
“Sometimes from a shoe… with Bailey’s.”
If so, well done sir.
Hmm...
IC started two days ago, no other posts yet.
Interesting to say the least. I've grown so used to seeing like 5 posts minimum by the end of day one.
Yes, I was kind of expecting someone to have made a post by now.
@Iatos
Silverwind winced and rubbed the back of his head with one hoof as the green pegasus mentioned his 'appearance' in EQD.
"Yeahhhh," he said with a chuckle. "Probably not the claim to fame I'd choose, but one I got all the same," he said with a grin. "But it's nice to meet you, Vince," he said as he listened to him explain Ponyville and describe his time here, nodding enthusiastically. His grin turned more sly as he heard his new companion mention Rainbow Dash and his thoughts about the mare, and he chuckled softly and gave an agreeable nod. "She's definitely impressive" he replied. "I've seen her a few times around and about, and she's certainly a lovely mare. Really skillful too. I heard she made it into the Wonderbolts reserves."
As Vince commented on Silver's upcoming trip to the Everfree, he followed his look toward the forest, just visible in the near horizon and nodded firmly, but with a shift of expression.
"There's no doubt it's a dangerous place," he replied after a moment, shifting from side to side. "But that's why I - and the cartography corps - have to map it out; finding safe passages through for ponies and other creatures is good, and so is being aware of where the dangerous creatures or terrain are, as much as we can be. I'm sure it won't be too bad - I'll be flying overhead mostly, and following routes on an older map to update them".
He looked back toward Vince, and he gestured around at hte town. "So, Vince, what do you do around Ponyville? You seem to know about the town and the forest quite well. Though, you say you've never had a reason to go there so far".
Silverwind winced and rubbed the back of his head with one hoof as the green pegasus mentioned his 'appearance' in EQD.
"Yeahhhh," he said with a chuckle. "Probably not the claim to fame I'd choose, but one I got all the same," he said with a grin. "But it's nice to meet you, Vince," he said as he listened to him explain Ponyville and describe his time here, nodding enthusiastically. His grin turned more sly as he heard his new companion mention Rainbow Dash and his thoughts about the mare, and he chuckled softly and gave an agreeable nod. "She's definitely impressive" he replied. "I've seen her a few times around and about, and she's certainly a lovely mare. Really skillful too. I heard she made it into the Wonderbolts reserves."
As Vince commented on Silver's upcoming trip to the Everfree, he followed his look toward the forest, just visible in the near horizon and nodded firmly, but with a shift of expression.
"There's no doubt it's a dangerous place," he replied after a moment, shifting from side to side. "But that's why I - and the cartography corps - have to map it out; finding safe passages through for ponies and other creatures is good, and so is being aware of where the dangerous creatures or terrain are, as much as we can be. I'm sure it won't be too bad - I'll be flying overhead mostly, and following routes on an older map to update them".
He looked back toward Vince, and he gestured around at hte town. "So, Vince, what do you do around Ponyville? You seem to know about the town and the forest quite well. Though, you say you've never had a reason to go there so far".
Glad it's moving forward, I'll move over Lonnie's profile and get a post up.
Great, no rush though!
I suspect Ryan ran into Mako in the intro-post.
-So that probably went well... @Massasauga
That or Icicle.
It could well be! I did just intend it to be some rando, but if someone wants to pick up on it then that's fine too.
Hokay, the IC is active with the intro and the brief for the first mission. It's a (seemingly) straight-forward small one to begin with, just to ease us into things - but you know how it is, from small things...
Also, no, it might not be 1000% super-realistic from a military POV or whatever, but this is what we're doing, and what kind of thing you're getting - here's where you jump off if that's not your bag.
Feel free to intro your characters how you wish; I've begun with Ryan assuming everyone is in the room, and feel free to have your characters there already, or turn up late - though, please don't everyone do that, as it'll be pretty stupid if he's addressing an empty room :P
Also feel free to do much as I did with my post, and introduce what they were doing before, and any NPC's they are friends with, etc.
There is no post order, btw - any of you who have played anything I've run before will know that I am viciously opposed to post orders.
Once I have a reply from all the active players, or a week passes - whichever comes first - I'll get another IC post up moving us on, and so on and so on. If you want to do collab posts as well, please go head. However, do make sure that you're talking to other people as well as just each other, and that your collab is at least relevant to the plot and moves things on.
Other than that, eager to get moving!
Also, no, it might not be 1000% super-realistic from a military POV or whatever, but this is what we're doing, and what kind of thing you're getting - here's where you jump off if that's not your bag.
Feel free to intro your characters how you wish; I've begun with Ryan assuming everyone is in the room, and feel free to have your characters there already, or turn up late - though, please don't everyone do that, as it'll be pretty stupid if he's addressing an empty room :P
Also feel free to do much as I did with my post, and introduce what they were doing before, and any NPC's they are friends with, etc.
There is no post order, btw - any of you who have played anything I've run before will know that I am viciously opposed to post orders.
Once I have a reply from all the active players, or a week passes - whichever comes first - I'll get another IC post up moving us on, and so on and so on. If you want to do collab posts as well, please go head. However, do make sure that you're talking to other people as well as just each other, and that your collab is at least relevant to the plot and moves things on.
Other than that, eager to get moving!
A chorus of gentle, discordant, yet still musical birdsong drifted across the plains as dawn rose on the planet that had been dubbed 'Avalon' by its' human visitors.
Though alien, the sounds of the creatures had already become familiar over the months the Expeditionary Force from far-off Earth had been resident. And, much as the sounds of their own birds back home, they quickly became part of the backdrop to a community coming awake. In this case, they were lost among the sounds of a base being woken up. Power tools, engines turning on, announcements over PA speakers and shouting voices calling out time for morning exercises rose into the air of the plains, alongside the sounds of the town growing next door.
Amongst the rising sounds of life, on one of the bases' many byways and streets hurried one of the Expeditionary Forces' many pilots. Normally calm, collected, laid-back and cool he was instead flustered, hassled and alarmed.
He was late.
Major Ryan Kincaide was due to deliver a briefing to his squadron, his first as their newly-appointed commander. He knew their names, exactly what he had to brief them on, and had all of his notes prepared... he was just late, for a variety of piss-poor reasons.
This left him hustling down the bases' streets, byways and alleys, cutting corners to try and get to the briefing rooms in time.
His phone - the cell network at the base was small, and only recently set up - rang and he grumbled as he juggled his tablet compter and notes to reach the phone.
"Wassup," he growled into the phone as he dodged past a formation of marching marines, and pressed the phone to one ear.
"You're late," chided the voice of his WSO. "I hope you're on your way, don't want to make a bad impression for your new adoring fanbase".
"I'm doing the best I can, I'm virtually there," he lied as he skittered across the road in front of a Hummvee and jogged across a parking lot. The operations building was on the other side, and he shouldered through the door.
"You're a terrible liar," Diane replied with a smirk that carried into her voice. "In any case, I'll see you in a few minutes. I think they're all here. Hope the mission is at least a good one to make up for it".
She hung up, cutting him off from any snarky comebacks as he turned a corner, bumped into a female pilot who scowled at him, and then took a half-dozen turns, finding himself at the briefing room. Diane raised an eyebrow at him, and he glowered at the red-headed aviator as she opened the door with a smirk.
Ryan took a breath, and stepped in, straightening his back and pushing the flustered look off his face to replace with a sterner, more officious one.
"Ladies, Gentlemen, Good morning," he announced in a firm, clear voice that had only a hint of his southern drawl to it as he walked quickly and smartly down the aisle, and took position at the lectern at the head of the room.
"I'm Major Kincaide, but you can call me 'Showman', or 'Major'. I will be your commanding officer in the 101st. I've looked over your files, and I can see I have an interesting group. I'm looking forward to working with all of you.
"And it looks like I'm not going to have to wait long to find out how we do, as the powers that be have decreed that we have a mission to fly. So listen up, here's the mission". He tapped some icons on the screen of his tablet, resting on the lectern, and the wall-screen behind him lit up with a mirrored display, showing the operational area as a stylised map with labelled icons.
"Survey teams have been mapping the area approximately one hundred miles due south of our position. It's a fertile area; gently rolling plains, cut by some river valleys, and thickets of evergreen woodlands. There are remains of some Avalonian settlements, but no intact or permanent structures. The survey teams were attracted by strong magnetic readings from drone and recon overflights that could indicate resources in the area, or other things worth investigating. Whatever it was they were looking for, it seems like the Yerrill are interested as well, as the survey team reported being buzzed by a Yerrill fighter on the second day. The craft have returned since, in increasing numbers within the last few days. They hid after the first time, but the fighters have appeared to actively been looking for them. They clearly need support, and if there's a Yerrill base or installation this close to base, we also need to locate it. So, that's going to be our job".
A few more taps of icons, and the screen changed to show overlays of flight paths and itineries on the map of the operational area. A circle centered on a dot representing the survey teams' location, stretching out from there to a radius approximate to the Yerrills' known range.
"We set up a CAP over the area, and monitor for any Yerrill activity. The survey team will also have a small detachment of ground forces to help co-ordinate with us and protect them as well. If we sight any hostiles, we engage them and shoot 'em out of the sky. Our secondary role will be to patrol out to the estimated range of the Yerill fighters and look for any kind of base, installation, or other... thing... they're using to launch from to engage the survey team and get as much info on it as we can to send back to base. Sighted hostiles so far number up to four craft at one time; but as you all know: the Yerrill have no serial numbers or markings, so it's hard to know, visually at least, if it's just four returning craft, or several more."
He looked over the faces in front of him. "It's nothing too fancy, complicated, or head-scratching for a first mission. Find the bad guys, protect our guys, and maybe take some photos. Anything weird happens, we deal with it when it comes up. All of our planes are ready to fly, maintenance has given them a good going over; put some air in the tyres, changed the air fresheners, tightened up all the screws and they're ready as they can be. We're wheels-up at 0730, which is 90 minutes from now. Any questions?"
His keen eyes searched the faces in front of him, taking in each one and trying to anticipate any comments, opinons or ideas. He had read their files, but the people he didn't know, their quirks, humour, demeanour; those things didn't come across. What more would they have to say, about him or the mission, he was eager to know more. Eager to see how they performed in the air and on the mission; and after, what would they be like, especially if they did get into action. What then?
He shook off the circling thoughts and tuned back into his people, waiting for a reply.
Though alien, the sounds of the creatures had already become familiar over the months the Expeditionary Force from far-off Earth had been resident. And, much as the sounds of their own birds back home, they quickly became part of the backdrop to a community coming awake. In this case, they were lost among the sounds of a base being woken up. Power tools, engines turning on, announcements over PA speakers and shouting voices calling out time for morning exercises rose into the air of the plains, alongside the sounds of the town growing next door.
Amongst the rising sounds of life, on one of the bases' many byways and streets hurried one of the Expeditionary Forces' many pilots. Normally calm, collected, laid-back and cool he was instead flustered, hassled and alarmed.
He was late.
Major Ryan Kincaide was due to deliver a briefing to his squadron, his first as their newly-appointed commander. He knew their names, exactly what he had to brief them on, and had all of his notes prepared... he was just late, for a variety of piss-poor reasons.
This left him hustling down the bases' streets, byways and alleys, cutting corners to try and get to the briefing rooms in time.
His phone - the cell network at the base was small, and only recently set up - rang and he grumbled as he juggled his tablet compter and notes to reach the phone.
"Wassup," he growled into the phone as he dodged past a formation of marching marines, and pressed the phone to one ear.
"You're late," chided the voice of his WSO. "I hope you're on your way, don't want to make a bad impression for your new adoring fanbase".
"I'm doing the best I can, I'm virtually there," he lied as he skittered across the road in front of a Hummvee and jogged across a parking lot. The operations building was on the other side, and he shouldered through the door.
"You're a terrible liar," Diane replied with a smirk that carried into her voice. "In any case, I'll see you in a few minutes. I think they're all here. Hope the mission is at least a good one to make up for it".
She hung up, cutting him off from any snarky comebacks as he turned a corner, bumped into a female pilot who scowled at him, and then took a half-dozen turns, finding himself at the briefing room. Diane raised an eyebrow at him, and he glowered at the red-headed aviator as she opened the door with a smirk.
Ryan took a breath, and stepped in, straightening his back and pushing the flustered look off his face to replace with a sterner, more officious one.
"Ladies, Gentlemen, Good morning," he announced in a firm, clear voice that had only a hint of his southern drawl to it as he walked quickly and smartly down the aisle, and took position at the lectern at the head of the room.
"I'm Major Kincaide, but you can call me 'Showman', or 'Major'. I will be your commanding officer in the 101st. I've looked over your files, and I can see I have an interesting group. I'm looking forward to working with all of you.
"And it looks like I'm not going to have to wait long to find out how we do, as the powers that be have decreed that we have a mission to fly. So listen up, here's the mission". He tapped some icons on the screen of his tablet, resting on the lectern, and the wall-screen behind him lit up with a mirrored display, showing the operational area as a stylised map with labelled icons.
"Survey teams have been mapping the area approximately one hundred miles due south of our position. It's a fertile area; gently rolling plains, cut by some river valleys, and thickets of evergreen woodlands. There are remains of some Avalonian settlements, but no intact or permanent structures. The survey teams were attracted by strong magnetic readings from drone and recon overflights that could indicate resources in the area, or other things worth investigating. Whatever it was they were looking for, it seems like the Yerrill are interested as well, as the survey team reported being buzzed by a Yerrill fighter on the second day. The craft have returned since, in increasing numbers within the last few days. They hid after the first time, but the fighters have appeared to actively been looking for them. They clearly need support, and if there's a Yerrill base or installation this close to base, we also need to locate it. So, that's going to be our job".
A few more taps of icons, and the screen changed to show overlays of flight paths and itineries on the map of the operational area. A circle centered on a dot representing the survey teams' location, stretching out from there to a radius approximate to the Yerrills' known range.
"We set up a CAP over the area, and monitor for any Yerrill activity. The survey team will also have a small detachment of ground forces to help co-ordinate with us and protect them as well. If we sight any hostiles, we engage them and shoot 'em out of the sky. Our secondary role will be to patrol out to the estimated range of the Yerill fighters and look for any kind of base, installation, or other... thing... they're using to launch from to engage the survey team and get as much info on it as we can to send back to base. Sighted hostiles so far number up to four craft at one time; but as you all know: the Yerrill have no serial numbers or markings, so it's hard to know, visually at least, if it's just four returning craft, or several more."
He looked over the faces in front of him. "It's nothing too fancy, complicated, or head-scratching for a first mission. Find the bad guys, protect our guys, and maybe take some photos. Anything weird happens, we deal with it when it comes up. All of our planes are ready to fly, maintenance has given them a good going over; put some air in the tyres, changed the air fresheners, tightened up all the screws and they're ready as they can be. We're wheels-up at 0730, which is 90 minutes from now. Any questions?"
His keen eyes searched the faces in front of him, taking in each one and trying to anticipate any comments, opinons or ideas. He had read their files, but the people he didn't know, their quirks, humour, demeanour; those things didn't come across. What more would they have to say, about him or the mission, he was eager to know more. Eager to see how they performed in the air and on the mission; and after, what would they be like, especially if they did get into action. What then?
He shook off the circling thoughts and tuned back into his people, waiting for a reply.
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