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2 days ago
Current 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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2 mos ago
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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2 mos ago
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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3 mos ago
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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3 mos ago
The one time I'm really eager for a Gundam - or even a mecha game where I can play using a Gundam - the site doesn't have any open or even going
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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.

Most Recent Posts

The High Frontier


Eloise pushed off from the acceleration couch as Skye unbuckled her straps. Emotions and sensations swirled and tusseled within her; a girlish, almost childlike glee and excitement at the sensation of weightlessness and the incomparable novelty of it, and of being in space, while the stark realisation of how incredibly deadly their surroundings were, how absurdly easy it would be to die, and how vulnerable the fragile metal eggshell of the spacecraft was to anything that might be in their way, or any kind of attack the Ark Angel might throw at them - if it had any such capability.
Nonetheless, she moved herself to the porthole - or window, she wasn't sure what was appropriate - and looked out. Regardless of anything else, she wasn't going to miss the chance to get a look at the view. It might well be the only chance she'd have, and she'd be damned if she wasn't going to take it.
"We're actually in space," she murmured in that quiet voice of hers, even more hushed with disbelief and awe, as she saw the light of the sun crest around the horizon of Earth below them, squinting at the brightness as the light washed over the world beneath them. She turned away from the view as Skye's voice took over, and she briefed them quickly and succinctly on their next moves. There wasn't much to say, or to question - which seemed almost underwhelming, given the outlandish, fantastical nature of the operation. It was a straightforward op; kill the bad guys, disable their ability to cause chaos. The objective was, ironically, not even that different to any one of a dozen other ops she could imagine. Just this time, it was for all the marbles, and this wasn't a rusty, leaking warehouse in a shitty harbour district with hot and cold running rats. It was a space station.
As Ebrima pointed out the tape idea, she took her turn taping around one arm of her suit, and then passing it on to one of the others as she readied herself, all too aware that the moment was upon them.
Passing through the cargo door to the bay, she likewise strapped herself into the MMU, the big, bulky backpack locking into place against her back. She kept her eyes focused on the Ark Angel, rather than anything else. It helped to keep her grounded and avoid any sense of vertigo or disorientation to focus on something relatively close by and that seemed stationary compared to their own position.
There was no last-minute tightening of straps, adjusting of holsters, or checking of weapons - if it wasn't secured or ready at this point, well; it was never going to be. And just getting across to the station was enough to worry about right now. Everything else could come after.
Skye gave the word, and with that, there was no more time to dither or consider things. With a breath she didn't realise she was holding, she pushed off, floating 'up' toward the silver-sheathed shape of the space station, triggering the MMU's gas jets and following in the wake of the others.
The IC is now UP. As you'll be able to interpret, I changed our first location - simply because I thought an amphibious landing was a really exciting way to open big and loud.
In terms of the combat, feel free to make up your own targets and attack them at will. Fighting positions, bunkers, and beach defences overall are all acceptable targets, just to get stuck into the action.

If you weren't certain - we're fighting in Iran, against the Islamic States League. The exact specifics of why will be explained later, as will more specific mission objectives as we move - and more of a plot, too.

In the meantime, let's just get the posts rolling, and once we've had a round of posts from everyone (in no order), I'll get another GM post up - or, in two weeks, whichever comes around first.
The sound of the Round Table-class landing ship in motion was a part of the cacophony that assaulted Maddy's ears, even with her tankers' helmet on, with its' ear protection. The churning of its' engines, the crash of waves against the hull, and the shouting voices of men and women all mingled with the sounds of distant battle that were growing closer.
She stood close to her mount, the light sandy-coloured, hulking shape of her EE-T2 Osorio MBT on the vehicle deck of the ship and lined up with the rest of her units' vehicles, an oddball assortment of tanks and armoured fighting vehicles, their crews standing by to go right into action straight off the ship.
Hopefully, the preliminary bombardment of naval guns, missiles, and airstrikes would have softened up the Iranian beach they'd be rolling onto enough that they wouldn't meet too much resistance; but every historical account of an amphibious landing like this suggested that it would never be quite that easy.
As if to emphasise the point, the buzz of helicopter rotors interrupted the thought, and she glanced up, shielding her eyes as a formation of attack helicopters flew overhead, heading for the beach, one of them launching missiles on plumes of white smoke at some unseen target.
As she looked back down, Magpie waved from the turret hatch of the tank and pointed to his wrist, tapping it and nodding to the open hatch.
Sighing a sharp breath, Maddie briskly crossed the pitching deck, just as the autocannons at the front of the ship opened up in stuttering, rattling bursts of fire. She climbed up and slid into the commanders' position, plugging her communication leads into the tank and toggling onto the crew circuit.
"Genie, wind it up. Magpie, Leaky, stand by. Button down as soon as the doors open; we're going up the beach as covered as we can get".
A chorus of 'yes m'am's' followed, and the tank's engine came to life a moment after with a throaty rumble and growl. Maddy changed channels, switching to the inter-tank channel for the unit.
"Drop your cocks and grab your socks, boys and girls. We're about to hit the beach, and I want to hit the ground running as soon as those doors open and the ramp comes down. Move up the beach and hit any targets that present themselves. Remember; our objective is to eliminate any opposition, and push into Naserabad. Troops will be following and moving up with us, and we have air support. But we're fighting the ISL on their home turf - and they don't like tourists".
She stopped as the ship rang with the rattle and clatter of ricochets hitting the outer hull, and the sound of the engines changed, along with the grind of the hull driving against the shallow bottom as they approached the beach. She exchanged a glance with Magpie, the loader grimacing as he moved down inside the turret, pulling his hatch closed with a clang. Yelling from above called out they'd hit the beach, as the ship juddered and shook, and then she followed suit, ducking into the hatch and dogging it tight, the sound from outside muffled and cut off, replaced by the comparatively claustrophobic interior of the turret and her outside view that of monitors and periscopes as the doors at the bow cracked open with a rumble of hydraulics, and the ramp came down with a grind of metal. Ricochets bounced off of the tanks' hull almost immediately, and Maddy gave the order to move out as soon as the ramp came down. The tracks found purchase in the sand as soon as the Osorio rolled off the ramp, wading through the shallows. Further up the beach, among the low, scrubby vegetation above the tideline, tracer fire lashed out from low structures. Further back, muzzle flashes boomed and the ripping canvas sound of falling shells was heard, albeit muffled by the sounds of the tank from inside.
At some point, this beach had been somewhat picturesque; part of Chabahar bay, a quiet area of residential towns and domestic utilities. But in the ISL's paranoia, it had been fortified with hastily-built and emplaced bunkers, pill-boxes and firing positions, concertina wire, and crude tank tank traps and defences.

From her limited view, Maddy couldn't see much, but knew that more vehicles were supposed to be landing from other ships, disgorging their precious cargoes of armour and vehicles, while other amphibious IFVs and APCs waded ashore under their own power.
Maddy pressed her eyes to the gunsight as the hull rang to the sound of small-arms fire, grimacing as she heard the sound. Time to get into the game, she thought, before calling out the target. A squat, regular grey shape among the greenish-brown brush further up the beach, that spewed tracers in their direction; probably a light or heavy machine-gun.
"Gunner; target! Heavy weapons position at -" she checked again "- two o'clock, one hundred meters! Load HE!"
There was the quick flurry of efficient movement as Magpie swung through the motions, the shell clanging into the breech of the 120mm gun.
"Loaded!"
"Send it!"
"On the waaaay!" yelled Leaky, and the breech recoiled into the turret with a THUMP and the acrid smell of spent propellant, the casing clattering and clanging to the floor of the turret basket.
"All units, fire at will!" Maddy called over the inter-tank circuit as they rolled up the beach, and a plume of angry, explosive flame billowed from the firing position as it fell silent.

@Massasauga, @PrinceAlexus, @AvaP, @Foster, @Smike

Scott Valentine


As the last of the squadron's planes slotted into formation, Scott spoke on the shared channel as he banked the Harrier out of the holding pattern and on course to the islands that were their target destination.
"All aircraft, follow your flight leads for the operation as briefed. See you on the other side and good hunting, over".
Scott separated in height and distance from Chevy's flight, the feet spreading quickly into miles with the vastness of the sky between them. As they flew, the formation of jets ate up the distance quickly. Even at subsonic speeds, they were still travelling at hundreds of miles per hour and Linosa was less than a hundred miles away, Lampedusa barely over that. He'd pulled his elements of the squadron down to low level, trying to sneak in below radar and disguise them with the ground clutter until Stingray launched her anti-radar attack on the frigate and Jefe did the same with the radar on Lampedusa. Scott kept his radar cold on the run in as part of this too. Any stray emissions would be picked up with ease, and would be a big red arrow pointed at their location. The much more powerful surveillance and tracking radar on the E-2 Hawkeye, Skywatch, orbiting distant from their location but with more than enough range and detail to pick up and track everything on the islands was feeding its' information directly to their planes for the meantime, and providing more than enough information for guiding them in on their intended course for the attack.
He glanced downward, looking at the clock on the instrument panel, listening out for Stingray and Jefe to report in as they made their attacks, and the blips for the radars to wink out. Come on, ladies; do you thing he thought to himself, gloved hand on the throttle tightening and a shift in his ejector seat of impatience and urgency coursing through him...

@AvaP, @Smike, @Kensai, @Letter Bee, @Damo021, @Finetales


Okay, here's my character at last


Not sure we’re going to get any more people until we get the IC up.


I wasn't waiting for anymore people; I'm busy working on some things for an event I'm running this weekend, so I haven't had time to write up an IC.
Should be putting it up early next week though, since I have the week off work.
Plus it gives @Massasauga OF-40 grind flashbacks.


Must admit, the OF-40 was something I very strongly considered to take, and I'm still considering changing over to it
Speaking of which, I'm surprised you didn't choose the Canadian C2 Leopard (A Leopard 1A5 with MEXAS), as Canada was in the middle of divesting themselves of their Leopard 1 fleet after OEF/GWOT was winding down.


I considered it, but I purposefully didn't take it, so I had something to upgrade to later down the line

I hope Rhona's not expecting that level of detail from me lmfao


I'm not expecting that level of detail from myself
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