Roundabout

Interest check for a super-power, post-apocalyptic RP

Interested! Especially in playing a strength/durability character.

The Void Lurkers

Leon Aurell

Name: Leontine “Leon” Aurell

Sex: Female

Age: 22

Appearance: Leon stands at 5’6 and weighs 175 pounds. Her body is well toned with defined muscles, her arms displayed in a tank top as often as she can get away with it. Her hair is a darker shade of red, wild, curly, and usually gathered in a messy bun that looks too good to not be deliberate. Freckles covers her face and body, just visible on her dark skin, accompanied by eyes the colour of whiskey.

Personality: Leon is confident - some would describe her as cocky - and outgoing. She’s loves to be the center of attention. She works hard on her body, and is not afraid to show it or her skills off. Very competitive and hates to lose. Despite her abrasive personality, she cares a lot about her friends in her own way. Not the sharpest tool in the shed.

Background: Leon’s mother was also in the military, and got called in when Leon was very young. She seldom saw her mother, who only visited once or twice a year, but she admired her mother greatly. When Leon was 7, they got a letter informing them that her mother was MIA, and she never saw her again. Leon was raised by a friend of her mother.

Affinity Link: Leon can manipulate and create static electricity. She has to rub some parts of her body together to create it - usually her hands - but once she get a spark going she can use it to create electrical shields or just zap the next person she touches. She mostly uses it to pack more of a punch in hand-to-hand combat.

Other: (Anything else I haven't added to this basic CS)

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Questionnaire:
Do you want to start in training, or post-training?
No preference
Do you want several, smaller squads, or 1-2 larger squads?
Several smaller squads

The Void Lurkers

Leon Aurell

Name: Leontine “Leon” Aurell

Sex: Female

Age: 22

Appearance: Leon stands at 5’6 and weighs 175 pounds. Her body is well toned with defined muscles, her arms displayed in a tank top as often as she can get away with it. Her hair is a darker shade of red, wild, curly, and usually gathered in a messy bun that looks too good to not be deliberate. Freckles covers her face and body, just visible on her dark skin, accompanied by eyes the colour of whiskey.

Personality: Leon is confident - some would describe her as cocky - and outgoing. She’s loves to be the center of attention. She works hard on her body, and is not afraid to show it or her skills off. Very competitive and hates to lose. Despite her abrasive personality, she cares a lot about her friends. Not the sharpest tool in the shed.

Background: Leon’s mother was also in the military, and got called in when Leon was very young. She seldom saw her mother, who only visited once or twice a year, but she admired her mother greatly. When Leon was 7, they got a letter informing them that her mother was MIA, and she never saw her again. Leon was raised by a friend of her mother.

Affinity Link: Leon can manipulate and create static electricity. She has to rub some parts of her body together to create it - usually her hands - but once she get a spark going she can use it to create electrical shields or just zap the next person she touches. She mostly uses it to pack more of a punch in hand-to-hand combat.

Other: (Anything else I haven't added to this basic CS)

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Questionnaire:
Do you want to start in training, or post-training?
No preference
Do you want several, smaller squads, or 1-2 larger squads?
Several smaller squads

The Void Lurkers

Sounds like it could be fun! I'm interested.

Looking for someone to rp with!

Hey!

I'm looking for people to RP with, either long-term or just briefly. I'm not a native English speaker (I'm a Swede heeyo) so I won't expect your English to be perfect, but basic grammar like punctuation, capitalisation and spelling would be appreciated.
I'm not interested in roleplaying with anyone under 18, and preferably you are 20+. I'm 23 myself. Regarding reply-rate, at least once a day would be nice, but life obviously happens for both me and you, so there's that.
Both you and I have the right to end the roleplay whenever, for whatever reason, no questions asked. If you want to just disappear without a word, that's fine and I won't hound you, but a heads up is welcomed. That said, communication is key, so don't hesitate to hit me up if something in the roleplay isn't working out for you and we'll discuss it.

I'm fine with F/F, M/F, M/M you name it. I'm a sucker for whump and hurt/comfort, so violence and other mature themes are no problem. If that's a squick for you, we're probably not going to work out as rp-partners.
I'm open for both oc/oc and canon/canon, but not canon/oc.

Fandoms:
Guild Wars 2 (oc/oc) - I love the GW world, especially the Sylvari.
Supernatural (Sam/Gabriel mostly, but also Dean/Castiel with the right prompt)

Things I like:

Slave - Abused/broken slave being rescued and nursed back to health is a fave scenario of mine. Doesn't have to end in romance.

Concubine - Either falling in love with their master or a guard or whatever.

Mythological creatures - so yeah I really love fauns, centaurs, mermaids etc, especially paired with a human. Interspecies relationships, cultural misunderstandings and world building is my jam.

Alpha/beta/omega - ...yup, I'm one of those.

Anything catch your interest? Send me a PM and we'll see where it goes.

Age of Kaaos (Fantasy RP)

After entering the back room, Annelie had only a short moment to take in her new surroundings and the people gathered before the hooded figure revealed himself and started talking. She stood straight, back rigid, while he spoke and her hand hadn't left her sword since she entered the tavern. Her eyebrows rose slightly when he said his name. Of course she'd heard of him, being a guard herself. It was a name whispered in awe.

It unnerved her that she'd apparently been watched. Annelie frowned. She agreed with what he said; the king was mad, and the land would be better of without him. Still, these were dangerous times and only fools trusted blindly.
"Plotting against the king is a grievous crime, punishable by death if one's lucky. Just hearing your words puts us all at risk. If what you say is true, however, it would be a risk worthy to take. But I'd hear more details before I offer my sword. For starters, if I were to agree, what then?"

She had to make sure this revolution was legit, and not some crazed fanatics folly. She'd give much to see these lands set free, but she wouldn't sacrifice her time and maybe even her life for an operation doomed to fail from the start.

Age of Kaaos (Fantasy RP)

After watching one man and one djinn be let into the back room, Annelie had started to rethink her assumption that it was all a joke. And now a young djinn girl was talking to the bartender, speaking those words. Something was definitely going on here. She still wasn't convinced she hadn't gotten her letter by mistake, but whatever the case, it was a prime opportunity to get to the bottom of whatever was happening. If it was a crime brewing or some other malicious activity, she'd do her best to put a stop to it or at least report it to her superiors.

Stepping closer to the bar, Annelie signaled to the bartender that she'd like a moment of his time as soon as he was avaliable. She'd waste no time with riddles and get straight to the point, saying the password, and hopefully she'd be let in without a fuss.

Age of Kaaos (Fantasy RP)

Just a quick heads up that I won't have time to post until tomorrow (or, well, not within 10 hours from this post) Sorry about the delay! Blame Halloween.

Age of Kaaos (Fantasy RP)

For what had to have been the tenth time that day, Annelie had studied the letter in her hand. The edges had become worn and a line was visible from where it had been folded and refolded repeatedly. She squinted her eyes into a glare, hoping against hope that it would crumble and reveal it's secrets if she just stared at it hard enough. But no, nothing.
She sighed, folding it again and neatly placing it back into her belt pouch. It had to have been some kind of mistake. She'd received the letter at the same time as she had been given back a book she'd lent to an acquaintance. It had been hidden between two of the pages, and chances were she'd missed it if it hadn't fallen out as she was putting the book back in it's proper place among her meager belongings. Assuming it belonged to her colleague, she's sought her out to hand it back. She'd known nothing of it, however, claiming she'd never seen it before.

Annelie had considered just ignoring it. She was busy with her work as a guard - this town really was a handful and they were short handed even after receiving new recruits. Besides, she suspected it was just some kind of joke. She had few friends, and those she had wouldn't mess around like this. But curiosity had gotten the better of her, so after finishing her shift, she'd changed from her guard armor to her own one and headed out. If there was anyone there to meet her at all, she'd simply hand the letter back and tell them to stop bothering her with cryptic messages.

'The Drunken Dragon'. Annelie read the sign with a frown. She'd only been in town for a short while, but already she knew it was a seedy place. But as the rain pattered against her pauldrons and she was in no hurry to get more soaked than she already was, she put a hand to the hilt of her sword and went inside. The place wasn't packed, but filled with enough people for the place to receive a decent profit from it. Thinking it best to get it over with quickly, she headed for the bar.

"...-can't let me begin again."

Annelie stilled, having caught the last bit of a conversation between the bartender and a guest. It could have been a pure coincident, but still...
Trying to be discreet, she observed the conversation, hoping they wouldn't notice her scrutiny.

Imperfect World (New Players Always Welcome!)

Name: Abitha ”Abby” Mahabir

Age: 20
Faction: New Order military

Gender: Female

Appearance: Dark skin with big brown eyes, framed by long lashes. Chin length black hair that's a bit shorter at the front, brushed behind her ears. 5,5 ft tall.

Nationality: Indian

Personality: Friendly and outgoing. Eager to prove herself. Stubborn to a point where it's sometimes more of a hindrance than help. Idealistic. Sometimes blind of the faults of people she looks up to.

Equipment: Standard military hand gun. Uniform. Combat knife. Small med kit.

Skills: Has completed military training, so has basic knowledge of shooting firearms and hand to hand combat. Excelled in close combat, preferably with a knife, but isn't far above average. Her biggest asset if that she simply won't give up. Take away her gun and she'll attempt to cut you. Take her knife and she'll try to punch you. Cut of her hands and she'll bite your ankle. However, she has little to no real life combat experience.

History: Born to a wealthy family in a well off neighborhood. She had a sheltered upbringing where the greatness of the New Order where taught and praised. Her parents expected a lot from her, and she did her best to comply even though she often felt caged. Finishing her education at the age of eighteen, her parents pushed for her to find a suiting occupation. They weren't overly pleased when she choose the military, but for once in her life, she strongly insisted. For her, she told her parents, the military was a chance to serve and protect the New Order. In reality, she saw it as a chance to get away from her overbearing parents without openly disobeying them. After much convincing, they finally agreed. For the first time in her life, she was on her own and she loved it.