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STATUS: *Dusts off the desk* Right, back to it then. 10 mos ago
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10 mos ago
Current *Dusts off the desk* Right, back to it then.
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1 yr ago
I should probably dust this profile off and clean the place up a bit...
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3 yrs ago
It can do! I have a magical SoL going at the moment and it has an overarching plot weaved in
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3 yrs ago
In SoL, the 'goals' become the drama and interpersonal connections/histories players make with each other. Plus setting in in places like a school/college for example give you a timeline to work with.
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3 yrs ago
I could make one... But that means running it haha...

Bio



Thirty - Male - UK - GMT





Name: Jake. or just call me Hedge.
Age: 30
D.O.B: 08/08/1993
Personality Type:
ISFJ-T Turbulent Defender
Personality Role:
Sentinel
Personality Strategy:
Constant Improvement
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"You can only have more for yourself by giving it away to others."
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About
Been at this game for a good while now. Starting RPing at the tender age of 15 back when Bebo was a thing. A year later I found myself forum Roleplaying and haven't really looked back since. Over these past ten years I have done practically every kind of RP you could imagine from Nation RPs and Arena RPs to 1x1s and Large group RPs. My last RP hobby was fighting RPs, which I have now decided to leave behind in order to pursue more SoL style Rps.

Outside of RP I am an aspiring writer, despite being terrible with words, as well as an avid gamer. If I am not on discord with the Guild or RPing in some way, I am probably on either my PlayStation or on Steam. Moved into D&D and ended up starting a podcast that has been an interesting journey.




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In Rosefell High. → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Jordan & Tace


Jordan had left Hendrik to his own devices, the idea of having to pay for his knowledge had left somewhat of a stink in his mouth. It was possibly the worst kind of insult you could give the male. However right now he had another job. He had been checking his watch casually most of the night, waiting for the clock to show a certain time.

That certain time had finally arrived. Throughout the week, Jordan had been asked if he was willing to become a buddy to one of the newer more vulnerable students. Why the school thought Jordan would be a good match for this was beyond him. Normally he would say no, however this time, he decided to go along with it. He had thought that perhaps he could manipulate this new girl into a new spy for him. He had spent the first week showing her around and showing her to her classes and taking the effort to actually be friendly. He couldn't be himself just yet. He needed to get her inside before his fellow seniors turned her against him. He had made his way to the entrance of the party, eagerly waiting to see if she was going to turn up at the agreed time.

Her first few days at Rosefell had been, quiet. Though she thanked the lord for that. Students hadn't really taken much notice of Tace, perhaps because they were busy trying to make new friends or catch up with old ones, that she just gladly blended into the background. Although, she hadn't escaped everyone. Jordan seemed nice enough, he had shown her around the labyrinth, but even that hadn't stopped her from getting lost on her way to the toilets.

Tace was hesitant about the party today the least, she had never been to such a gathering full of people her own age. In fact the only time she been to parties, or other gatherings she had always been accompanied by her parents and elder brothers, so to say she was anxious, well that was another thing. Pulling on her red zipper Tace left a note to her uncle, explaining she would be out before leaving the house to head to the Late Party.

With her hands stuffed in her pockets, the young student let out a quiet sigh, she would of been better off staying in. What no one knew was she was pregnant, and if she could, no one would know until she was showing. But by then, who would want to be friends with someone who was having a baby, a teen mom. She wouldn't be able to join them in parties, shopping or regular stuff; and if her parents had their way she would be back in the South without the baby. Like nothing had ever happened.

Coming up to the address, Tace began to chew anxiously on her lower lip, her dark eyes glancing around before they finally set up on Jordan. He relieved her actually, seeing him wait for her outside
"Jordan, hey.." she spoke, making her way over to him with a small but nervous smile, "I hope you wasn't waiting too long."

"Too long? Nah. Honestly, I only arrived shortly myself. People are still pouring in." Years of drama and acting lessons had given Jordan quite the insight into body language. Jordan could easily tell that Tace was on edge about being here. That made her all the more vulnerable, making it far easier for Jordan to make her dependent on him. If only everyone else had been this easy.

The duo would start walking into the party proper, and Jordan would give off a big goofy smile as he held out his arms. "So here we are: A high school party! So tell me Tace: Did you enjoy your first week in Rosefell?"

Listening quietly, Tace was relieved to hear that he hadn't been waiting too long for her, she was always one to either be on time or at least early. Although hearing that not everyone had arrived, she couldn't be so sure if that was a good or bad thing. Would it be easier to be thrown into the deep end?

Following Jordan into the party, Tace watched his actions quietly; if not curious. Fiddling with the sleeve of her jacket, her brow arched slightly he was quite dramatic. Over- dramatic if you asked her. Though no one was. The way he exclaimed about the party he made it out to be some kind of special event, and not just a night of underage drinking. Was that a special event?

"It wasn't all that eventful" She admitted, probably immediately losing his interest right there; "I think it's safe to say the new girl cliche is long gone" Tace said with a small laugh.

"It is your first time in a new school, of course it is going to feel weird. An uneventful week was actually the best thing you could have hoped for." In secret, Jordan was somewhat envious of Tace. No one knew who she was and no one had any preheld misconceptions of what she was like. Jordan couldn't do that anymore. Whenever he appeared, everyone was in their guard, watching what they said and how they acted.

"Anyway. Let's start showing you around to everyone. Don't worry, you aren't going to need to talk to them. I am going to point them out." He began to spin on his heels, , scanning the party and the groups that had arrived. Eventually he settled on a group and pointed towards them.

"Right over there you have Ricky and Alex. Ricky is the one who looks like shit and Alex is the one who looks like an angel. Generally you want to avoid Ricky… People call him Pricky Ricky for a reason. With that, Jordan reeled his arm back so he didn't just look like a weirdo pointing directly at people. "Alex is the school photographer kid. He takes alot pictures of me and for me and is cute… Good, I mean good with a camera" Jordan laughed, trying to defect the fact he had stumbled and called Alex cute. Perhaps Tace was too dense to notice.

Tace nodded ever so slightly in agreement, in fact Jordan probably couldn't be any more correct. It was funny, she always wanted to go to school, make friends and just be like a normal teenager; but now the time had come she had almost suffered from a fair few panic attacks. "Perhaps, it's just, a lot different than I imagined it to be"

Watching the way the freckled boy pointed out a couple of students, Tace's brows knitted together ever so slightly, he was bitchy. From just the way he introduced Ricky, she could gather that much. I mean, there had to be a good reason he had been accustomed to that nickname, but still, first impressions.

Tilting her head ever so slightly to the side as he pointed out the photographer, Tace glanced him up and down, before her dark eyes shifted back to the boy beside her, " Yes, I suppose he is." she replied, rather nonchalantly before tucking a lock of hair back behind her ear.

Jordan scrunched his face as he she agreed that Alex was cute. So she did notice. Still. Perhaps it was time to move on. "Well over in that direction we have Hendrik. Don't know much bout him, he is a new guy like you. So I would be cautious around him. But that is just me." With that Jordan smiled and turned around to show her a few more people. "Right, over there is Aria. She is the host of the party. Most of the social events during the year are organised by her. She is actually quite approachable" Jordan would calmly comment.

"I know this party might seem scary. But no one means you any ill at this party. Just avoid Ricky and also Melissa" He specifically went out of his way to point the woman out. "She is the Head Cheerleader. So I am guessing I don't need to go into detail as to what she is like…

A small slightly triumph smile crossed over Tace's lips as she watched the way Jordan scrunched his face. One thing the young girl had learnt with three brothers was to observe everything, from surroundings to people's behaviour. Hendrik? Like her was new, perhaps it would do some good getting to know him, both being new it might ease their stress ever so slightly.

"Well, I suppose it's better late than never to get to know someone.." she noted before glancing back over to Jordan, highly doubtful he would want her clinging to his side after next week. Again she began to fiddle nervously with the sleeve of her hoodie. A nervous habit.

Jordan was about to speak again when he noticed Lucky arriving on the scene. And here he was hoping to have a quiet night. Jordan carefully got his phone out, casually turning on the video camera and recording Lucky very carefully. He was acting all loud and bratish and was sure to do something stupid. And as if right on que, he lit off that roman candle. Fireworks… it had to be fireworks. Still, Jordan had filmed it all and slid the phone back into his pocket. He would deal with that later.
For now, Jordan felt slightly protective over Tace, who he could see was getting nervous. He needed to give her someone to anchor too. Scanning around, he quickly saw Alex. Grabbing Tace by the hand he would guide them towards Alex, realising he had his own problems right now, Jordan kind of felt bad just jumping him like his.

”Hey Alex, got a new girl to introduce you to. This is Tace. Shy girl. Not sure if you would have noticed her around this week?”
In MGS PF Roleplay → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
@LetMeDoStuff Dice Rolling is kept to a minimum, and Narrative is more important. I don't want to make this a full on DnD-esque game. It will be mostly be behind the scenes rolling for deciding what outcomes happen in situations. What layout a base might have etc.
In MGS PF Roleplay → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
This RP is set in the Metal Gear Solid Universe and takes place a couple years before the events of the MGSV: The Phantom Pain. While set in the universe, we are going to be rather detached from the universe as opposed to diving straight in. That way we don't all end up arguing over whether something is Canon or not.

During the RP you will be playing as Soldiers of the new established PF: Strategic Defense Solutions or SDS. You will be going around in teams with fellow RPers going out on missions and making choices and decisions as you go. The groups used during missions are small (Roughly four to five) and it will be similar to playing a mini DnD game; just with less dice rolling. I will present the team with solutions and it is upto them to come up with a solution.

Naturally as you can imagine this RP will require a lot of Co-operation between players and a lot of backwards and forwards chatter between players. After all you need to discuss the events of what is going on etc. So expect Discord to be a requirement. Also posting requirements for this RP are going to sit on the High-Casual scale so two paragraphs will be the norm.

If I haven't scared you off, please share your interest below. I do have alot of ideas for this, but typically I reluctant to gush them all out as RPs tend to die. If I get enough interest then I will post up an OOC and a CS.

Thanks for reading!
In Rosefell High. → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Jordan was engrossed with his phone. Staring down at the device as he was currently in the process of flicking through his digital notepad looking at all the gossip that he had collected over the week. His little network of snitches and informants had gathered some nice little bits of info… Enough to start writing about at least.

Earlier in the week he had discovered that he had been out in charge of a gossip column of the school paper. An attempt by Henderson to try and keep the school paper relevant. The opportunity was far too good to pass up. Being allowed to gossip to his hearts content, and not get in trouble. Of course his identity had been kept hidden. Didn't want to have to bear the consequences of his actions. That's just bad journalism.

He was pulled from his daydreaming fantasy of total control of the school by the voice of Alex. Jordan wasn't stupid. He noticed the snicker. Who did Alex think he was? Snickering at Jordan. His photos wouldn't be half as good without Jordan gracing them. Still. He had to at least entertain the idea of responding back.

"Oh you know it is the norm. Just looking around, cross referencing information. Fun stuff."

Jordan was just about to speak once more and try and probe Alex with a few questions regarding his mood. Perhaps he was snickering from a bad mood rather than just being with Jordan. However he was brutally and savagely interrupted by the Brutus Maximilllous Arseholius Ricky. Jordan furrowed his brow in both annoyance and frustration. He wasn't even acknowledged. Not even a mention, stare or nod. Jordan knew the male disliked him, going as far as to public threaten him on twitter, which constituted as evidence by the way?

Fine. If that was the way Pricky Ricky was going to play then, Jordan could do the same to. Getting up from the stump he began to walk away before making a snide comment "Talk to him while still can. He will be going to prison soon enough." Before anyone could even shoot back a proper rebuttal, Jordan had left the scene. His eyes now began to wander. As they wandered he noticed the new guy Hendrik hitting by the bonfire and having a drink.

Perfect. Jordan thought. Hendrik was new and that meant he could make friends before anyone else got near him. He would finally have his senior spy. Someone to keep an eye on Melissa and the Bitches. Walking up towards the male confidently, Jordan sat down next to the bonfire, right next to Hendrik.

"Hey you are the new guy right? Transferred from some place?"

Hendrik was just chilling at the bonfire, sort of trying to mingle with the other students who had recently arrived at the bonfire. Even if he was the odd one out, it would not hold him from speaking up if he felt like it. After a few minutes had passed, Hendrik seemed to notice a slightly younger male approach him. This felt sort of odd, why would someone approach him like that.

“I most certainly am, and most certainly did transfer in from some place. I used to live a few states south of here. In a small town. However please call me Hendrik, new guy gets old after a week. Good to meet you.”

Hendrik would sort of hold out his hand so Jordan could shake it and Jordan very quickly accepted it. A handshake at a lakeside party though… Very formal.

"Well I am Jordan. Tell me a little about yourself? What sort of things do you like and what kind of life do you want here at Rosefell?" Every word Jordan spoke was just purely pandering. For all intents and purposes he looked engaged and as if he was listening, but in reality he was just talking to get Hendrik on side.

Hendrik was slightly smiling, it was slim and sort of hard to see, but it was there. He let out a slight chuckle at the speed with which Jordan shook his hand.

”I like sport, or physical activity in any kind and money. I honestly hope to find someone with at least a little athletic capability, who can challenge me in any kind of sports. Furthermore I just want to graduate and move on with my life. What about you? You strike me as a less.. Physically active person”

"Physically active?" Jordan scoffed in amusement. So another jock. The school didn't need another one of those. Henderson was already bending over to accommodate the current set. He didn't need another leech feeding off drama funds. "If that is the kinda thing you are looking for… Rosefell may disappoint you. But no. I am a drama person myself. But if a hobbyist writer too given my parents. My speciality around here is information. I know everything about everyone. Even the things they don't want me to know. Just bear that in mind" The final mark was both a boast and a threat rolled into one. A kind of; I am the best kind of friend to have, worst kind of enemy to have vibe.

Hendrik just gave a slight nod.
”Mmmh. I understand, so just out of curiosity. Is this the first bit of information gathering on me then? And have you had people actually interested in the new guy. Cause lets be honest, you’re probably the only one knowing my name” Hendrik had this kind of pokerface, with a faint glimmer in the eyes. Perhaps from the bonfire nearby.

"Bit to early to try gathering information yet." Jordan replied, brushing his hand through his hair. "Besides, everyone always wants to know about the new guy. I thought I would you know, come and say hello before you know, people started talking about me. You know what jealous girls can be like."

”Pft.. Jealous girls keeping you away from me? I’ll take that as a compliment myself. And so far you seem like a good guy. People talking about others doesn’t really bother me, I’ll make up my own mind without really caring what others say. Courtesy of wanting to go on yourself early.”

"You say that, but you have no idea what Rosefell can be like. Reputation matters here, and knowledge is power. Speaking of which, if you ever come across any information that might be viewed as 'juicy' or 'gossip' do let me know. Working for me can have its perks you know." Jordan chimed with a bright, perfectly orchestrated smile. If you didn't know he was an actor, you could have been fooled into thinking he was an innocent schoolboy.

”To get something from me means you’ll have to offer something yourself. I’m busy enough with my own work as it is, so don’t expect anything for free. “

Jordan visibly scoffed at his words. Well, this was new. Someone asking for payment. In all his years that he had done work like this, he hadn't even been asked. Working for Jordan was supposed to be its own reward.
In Rosefell High. → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




The rest of school life had gone pretty much the way Jordan had planned it. He had been made head of the drama club; Which at this point was practically guaranteed anyway. Wasn't like someone else in the senior year was going to stand against him. This was supposed to be his coronation however, the dawn of a bright new era for King Ross. Sadly the coronation had gone bust because Stewart Henderson had sold the crown to buy helmets for the knights of the realm. What kind of person sells a Kings crown?

As if things couldn't actually get worse, his hopes at finding out first week gossip was turning out to be fruitless. He had noticed a few new seniors, and was trying his damn hardest to talk to them and get them onboard. Everytime he tried however someone would bjtt in and pull them away. He was only trying to make new friends. The only silver lining was this lake party. Perhaps it was going to be the tipping point. Teens and alcohol was an interesting combination for sure and people always slipped up. All he had to do was remain vigilant and perhaps the gossip column of the newspaper would have something juicy to publish over the weekend.

He had decided, for better or for worse, to walk to the party. It was a trek from his house, but with enough music and the odd twitter break, time just melted away. His mother and father were either out themselves or busy with their work so Jordan was left to be responsible himself. While Jordan needed to act like a socialite in order to gather people's trust, not to mention to practice his wide range of acting skills; he was legitimately scared about this party. The only other party he had been to was last year, and that was a night he most certainly wasn't going to forget… And not in a good way. The idea of spending more time around alcohol and being socially pressured into drinking filled the usually confidant male with dread. It was one of those 'oh shit, here we go again' moments where Jordan was being really conscious over what he was doing, or more specifically, Drinking.

Ontop of that he was slightly concerned about turning up at all. Officially he had never been asked to go to the party. All week he watched as various seniors talked to each other, inviting and planning together. Not once did someone even bring it up with him. Now the invite was for everyone. It was just the way the invite got spread. But Jordan couldn't help but feel slightly unwelcome. Still, everyone would be too drunk after 10 minutes to even notice Jordan at all.

Walking up to the lakeside, it seemed that the bonfire had already been lit and the music had been set up. Not many people though. Walking upto the bonfire, Jordan smiled and waved to people who looked at him, not bothering to say anything. Eventually though he found his way back to the entrance of the party where he sat on an old tree stump looking at his phone, discreetly people watching as he did. He wanted to see who turned up and the kind of mood they were in.
In Rosefell High. → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




It didn't take long for everyone else to eventually arrive. No one seemed to looked pleased at all. Jordan didn't mind the assembly usually, it was a good time to scan his eyes around the room and take in everyone's faces. The juniors were of particular interest. He had lost last year's seniors which had quite a few good informants in it and he needed blabber mouths who could give him the low down on everything. Just by looking around he could see a few people who were suitable candidates, but he could also see most of his yearmates. Those were the more trickier ones. Several of them knew the games he played, and knew to stay far away. Others however, they were far easier to manipulate.

To start with Jordan phased out of the assembly, not really paying attention to what was being said. It was the normal nonsense. However it was at that point when Henderson bought up the reduction in arts funding.

It was like he had been slapped with a stale fish.

Suddenly Jordan was offended. Fully offended. How dare this old man try and attack everything that he held dear? Jordan decided to go on the attack himself, pulling his phone out he opened his weapon of war: Twitter.



After posting the tweets he felt somewhat better. The rage inside him had been quenched and he was now sedated for the time being. Though he was sure he would end up getting angry about it later. The assembly would finally come to a close and people began to leave. Jordan waited for a second, glaring daggers towards the stage as the room emptied. Once it was quiet Jordan would rise himself and leave, heading to his first class; which ironically turned out to be drama.
In Rosefell High. → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




Jordan continued to look at his phone as he looked through all the social media channels, catching up on the comings and goings of all of the people in the school. Like it or not for Jordan, social media was the way he interacted with the world. Summer break was actually his worst nightmare. Unlike other popular people in the school, Jordan didn't exactly have a group of friends that he interacted with outside of school. In fact, thinking about it further, Jordan was struggling to think of anyone he would call a friend rather than a confidant or a potential target. That one thought lingered in the consciousness of his mind a little too much, drawing a sigh from his lips.

The Columbus Ametuer Dramatic Club only met once per week, even during summer break and the school didn't bother trying to host a drama summer school, cause why the hell would they?, most of Jordan's days were spent on his own. Both his parents were still hard at work; father at meetings, mother in the study typing away with a massive 'Do Not Disturb' Sign plastered on the door. So while he wouldn't show it to the outside world, he was glad to be back. For him this was his safe space. He knew the score here. He had managed to control some of his environment here. It made him happy.

However, right now… Jordan was being watched. After being in the limelight as much as Jordan was, he had picked up on ques to tell if he was being watched. More specifically in this case, someone was looking at him through a lens. The corner of his left eye had that dull spot of light that suggested light was bouncing off something it shouldn't be. Turning on his camera he twisted it to the side and observed casually through the screen. His suspicion was confirmed: Alex was pointing his camera at him, trying not to be seen. Putting his phone down, Jordan did a couple of simple poses for a few seconds: Head down, thoughtful contemplation, smiling. The usual you would see in a cheesy magazine. Afterwards he checked his phone one last time, time was advancing it would seem.

Getting up, he slung his bag back over his shoulder and slid his phone back into his pocket. It seemed more people were arriving. While he would have loved to try and get some new gossip to start the year off right, he also didn't want to get caught in the mad rush to get to the assembly. So he decided to cut his losses and make his way to the auditorium. On his way he decided to walk past Alex, giving him a pat on the shoulder with his hand as he did.

"Make sure you put one of them somewhere prominent eh?" He spoke, walking past. He didn't stop though, still walking as spoke. "Would hate to have to speak to the principal about outsourcing photography due to Quality Issues" With that, Jordan was out of view and heading towards the auditorium, where upon arriving he would grab a front and centre seat.
In Rosefell High. → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



New year. Back to school. Once more unto the breach. One last hurrah. It didn't matter how you looked at it though, Jordan was still stuck in this shit hole for another year. Final year maybe, but still, another year. At least he was a senior now. It was his time to shine. He had been living in the shadows of the more popular cliques over the past year, now was the time to pull out in front. Sure, his journey to the top had caused some issues. You have to break a few people to climb after all.

Jordan was currently walking to school. He lived a good distance away and a car would help. However, his parents were slightly concerned about him being behind the wheel. Something about being too distracted on his phone to focus on the road. If anyone asked however Jordan simply drove his car to a parking lot nearby and walked the rest of the way. He didn't want his fictional car to be trashed by the trash of Rosefell after all.

It was just after 8am when Jordan arrived on site. He was dressed with a simple combination of an orange hoodie and light blue denim jeans with enough holes in them that it was almost more hole than Jean. He wore simple black and white converses and finished it all off by wearing large square sunglasses that were way bigger than they needed to be. Taking a second he stopped and pulled out his phone, flipping through twitter and checking a few things, and writing a new tweet.



Start the year on a high. Walk in like you own the place and keep going. It was clear that Jordan had no intention of stopping what he had started last year. And the tweet was more of a pep talk to himself before starting the day as opposed to a declaration of social war. It was during this time that the intercom system came to life and the announcement about the assembly came through. That was about just about a good enough reason to actually move and enter the school.

Entering at the back of the bus crowd, Jordan surveyed the scene as he moved forward. He had ten or so minutes to kill quickly, so he made his way over to the picnic benches. Quite a few had been occupied but he had managed to spot one at the back that was free. He began to walk across to the benches, his back up straight, head held high. No need to be slumping it around. On his walk across he came across two of his fellow students: Aria and Rich. Though at this point Rich was already walking away.

"Morning Aria." He commented with a wide smile as he walked past her and sat down at the bench behind her. He finally took his sunglasses off and placed them into his baby blue rucksack. No need to wear them now he had actually gotten to school. He pulled his phone out once more and began surfing the net, keeping an eye on the time, concerned about being late.
In Rosefell High. → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


In Rosefell High. → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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