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I like most types of RPs, romance, action, social, fantasy, sci-fi, it's all good. Though I do tend to prefer stuff with an original twist, which often means something supernatural.

I can do advanced but tend to prefer casual, since I feel advanced sometimes gets needlessly verbose. I might join a free RP, but don't count on it. I'd be happy to do 1x1s, but probably won't take much initiative towards it, so just ask.

If you want to see writing examples, here's my chars: roleplayerguild.com/topics/179128-smo…

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Figured I'd make one of these for convenience sake. For now, only including chars for RPs on the site.
Yuno was honestly a bit surprised he passed the test, as he'd made a mess of it. He felt a bit unlucky, having to deal with robots, as metal was very hard to damage with fire, but that was no excuse for the mess he'd made. At first, he'd been doing quite fine, his standard Jalapeño
fire breath seemingly able to at least confuse the sensors of the robots, though not actually harm them. He'd been making fairly good time running away, but then he'd spotted a hostage. The smart thing to do would be to just keep running. But would Endeavour just run away? No, Endeavour would deal with it. Granted, Endeavour's quirk seemed much better than his own, but a Quirk was not everything there was to being a hero!

So, he'd rushed in without a plan, and quickly found himself cornered by three robots. His previous strategy of just breathing a "smokescreen"(or should he say firescreen?) wouldn't work, since he was both flanked, and had to carry the hostage. Furthermore, his mouth was starting to really hurt, even though he'd only been eating Jalapeños, and his stomach was rumbling threateningly. Luckily, his throat was fairly fine, as Jalapeños didn't hurt it much. But he had to so something, or he'd be forced to abandon the hostage. If he ate the ghost pepper he had with him, he might be able to at least take out one of the robots, maybe even two. Then he could just run from the last one. He'd convinced himself to do it, and had already swallowed the pepper, one of the most painful things he'd ever done, when he changed his mind. It was too risky. So instead, he ran into a deadend alley, and used his super hot breath to cut a small hole in the side of one of the buildings, and dived through the hole, just barely evading an attack from the robots.

Once inside, he rushed deeper inside the building, as the robots crashed through the wall, chasing him. His throat really hurt now, his mouth felt like hell on earth, he was sweating and shaking, and his stomach was cramping painfully. Still, he had to save the hostage. By this point, he'd almost forgotten that it was just a test and that the hostage was just a dummy.

Since the robots were now on one side of his, he figured his firescreen trick might work again, so he, very reluctantly, swallowed yet another fistful of Jalapeños, and breathed out a wide wave of fire, even hitting the robots, though doing no damage, then he opened the door leading outside, but dashes round the corner, deeper inside the building, as he stopped spitting fire. Luckily, just according to the plan,, the robot's sensors couldn't track him through the fire, and the basic logic they had for such situations bought his bluff and rushed back outside. Yuno had planned to just hide it out now, but his fire breath had set fire the building, so he was forced to leave after a short while, luckily, there were no robots just outside, and he managed to find a hiding spot. His body had been shaking badly by then, and he'd sat down the hostage, and slid down against the wall himself, after a few seconds, he vomited, the chilli hurting almost as much on the way out as it had on the way in. He'd chocked back tears and straightened himself. He'd made a mess, setting fire to a building, and the fire might even spread. But at least he'd saved the hostage. That's when he looked over the hostage dummy and noticed that it had several scorch marks. He'd even botched saving the hostage.

He'd been taken to see recovery girl after the test, as he'd seemed rather beat up, but she'd decided that he'd recover fine on his own, though she'd given him some pills and a glass of milk to help settle his stomach. He'd been absolutely sure he'd failed. But by seemingly sheer luck, he'd managed to scrape by. He'd apparently gotten a bunch of bonus points for prioritizing the hostage, despite how poor a job he'd done of it, allowing him to pass, albeit with the lowest score in the class.

So it was with mixed feelings he entered the school grounds on the first day. Was he really cut out for this, after all?




The Helicopter ride up to the estate was both exciting and terrifying. The actual flying was the exciting bit, Alex had always wanted to fly in a helicopter, and the view and overall experience were just as exciting as he'd hoped. The terrifying part was sitting in a helicopter, in his finest outfit, next to people in even finer outfits that probably weren't even their finest, on route to one of the fanciest cocktail parties in the world. Some of the other passengers seemed comfortable with the situation, while others not so much. He knew he very much fell into the latter category. He'd tried starting a conversation with the girl next to him, but he deeply regretted it. They'd exchanged names, her name was Felicia, apparently, but she was clearly very nervous. It might be just the situation, she seemed shy and insecure and their conversation had just petered out into awkward silence. After that, Alex had focused on the view from the helicopter and was deeply looking forward to getting a drink or five.

Once they arrived at the mountaintop, Alex was awestruck, and it seemed even the wealthier guests in the helicopter were stunned, as all conversation in the helicopter stopped. By the time the initial shock was fading, they'd landed, and Alex had to get up, and out of the helicopter, half in a daze. After being searched with surprising efficiency and politeness, better in both ways by miles, compared to the treatment he'd gotten at the airport, he handed his stylish black and green coat, fully revealing his matching green and black robes, trimmed with actual silver (which, while expensive, had been much cheaper than he'd expected, increasing the price of his outfit only by 10% or so), over to one of the servants, and entered the main venue.

Alex seemed to be among the first to get there, as there were only around 15 guests about, most from the helicopter he'd come in. Still stunned by the grandeur of it all, he grabbed a drink of an offered tray absentmindedly, and just took in the scene. The floor was a piece of art, and he almost felt bad walking on it. No doubt it'd not take much of this floor to eclipse his house back home in value. Though there were a few people that, like him, looked uncomfortable, he still felt massively out of place. He'd emptied the first drink before he'd even really noticed. For his second, he tried to sip the champagne, not drink it, but that too went quite quickly. For the third one, I actually managed to do what he knew you were actually supposed to do, pretend to sip at it occasionally, but only really holding the drink in your hand to look fancy.

With a slight buss on, the situation was much more manageable, and people kept flooding into the foyer. Alex struck up conversations with few of them but hadn't had much luck so far, and the entire thing felt very awkward, which was part of the reason he'd struggled to not just get drunk. But he knew it was a bad idea to get actually drunk, at very least this early. He'd not come here to get thrown out for vomiting on a marble floor worth more than his house, after all. Though, the idea seemed tempting.

Around half an hour into the party, Alex finally got a bit lucky, as a fairly pretty woman roughly his age approached him. "Hello, fancy party, almost too fancy, no?" (That's an unused colour, right?) She said, with a clear French accent which probably meant she was speaking English herself, instead of using the translator.
"Yea, bit fancier than what I'm used to, that's for sure. I'm Alex, by the way."
"Pleased to meet you Alex. My name's Emile Bisset. What iss your last name, Alex?"
"Oh, right sorry, umm, my name's Alexander King, but I umm, I usually just go by Alex. Oh, and nice to meet you too Emile. God, I'm making such a fool of myself, aren't I?"
"Nono, not at all, it's refreshing, don't worry about it." The last part came in perfect English, which surprised Alex a bit before he realised she must have said that part in french, and the translator had kicked in.
"So, umm, what do you do, Emile?"
"I am a Doctor, what about you, Alex?"
"Oh, I, um, I'm just an electrician. It's not much, but it's honest work."
"Oh, a proper working man, always prefer that to paper pushers. Must say I did not expect it though. Your outfit does not exactly scream manual labour."
"Haha, well, I'd certainly never wear it to work, that's for sure. Almost wish I'd just come in a suit though, leas then I'd blend in more with the, what do I say, umm, other wage workers? "
"Oh, nonsense! You look great. Besides, a 'King' should not wish to fade into the masses, no?"
"Hahaha, pretty sure there's plenty folk here that's much closer to being royalty than me, despite the name."
So what? You should still-" Whatever Emile was about to say, was interrupted, as an Asian looking woman bumped into her. "Watch where you're going you-" Emile started, but as the two of them locked eyes, she turned silent, and after a few seconds of staring at each other, the two of them embraced each other and started aggressively making out. Since it looked like they'd be at it for a while, Alex said a quiet "See you later, Emile." though he doubted he heard or cared if she did, and walked away, finding a spot to stand that wasn't quite as awkward to stand at. Alex took to sipping his drink again, lost in thought about how it'd be when, if, he reminded himself, he found his soul mate, Like Emile just had.

Alex had just taken the first sip of his fourth drink when the twins made their entrance. And what an entrance it was. Alex was pretty sure he'd not even seen people in movies make one like that. Alex was almost too stunned by it to pay attention to their speech, but managed to pay at least some attention. Once they were done, and the people started talking again, Alex took a deep sip of his drink, and half-whispered "I am so out of place..."


I think for me, an interest check has to be, first and foremost, digestible. Keep it short and simple. Set up the base plot, what kind of story it'll be, what sort of posting schedule will be expected, and anything else important, but keep it short and simple.

Also, don't fall into the trap of writing the interest check as it if were "in-universe". Keep an outside perspective talk about your RP, don't show me a slice of the world you want people to play in and have them dig through that to find whatever it is you want them to find.

"This Rp will be in a fantasy world where people have fish for hands. Figure that's a fun setting. Will have some more info in the OOC." Not "GHeihewhfh, has a deep history, and within it, countless wars have been fought between the countless races, in the end, the FHOOHFEH won, killing all other..." Or, at very least, if you have the "in-universe" stuff, do not put it in focus, and do not expect people to read it, so if it is essential for your rp, re-post it in the OOC.

Finally, I think what truly interests me in an interest check, is the DM. If the DM seems like a fun person to play with, I might be very interested in joining an RP I'd normally skip over, while if the DM seems a pain to work with, I'll skip the RP, even if it's the best damn idea I ever saw.
Leirha was... Surprised, to say the least, when the bird, no Pheonix, crashed by her feet, instead of landing on her shoulder, though with the force it still carried when it hit the ground, she was glad for it. Getting hit by high-velocity talons hurt a lot, that's one of the first lessons you learned, playfighting with other Heiratians. Luckily the Pheonix seemed to be alright. Leihra bent down to it and introduced herself, her voice slightly accented, and with some sounds sounding vaguely bird-like "Are you alright? I- umm, you can call me Leihra. P-pleased to meet you?" She'd almost used her 'old' name but stopped herself, her grandfather had repeated many times that it was better to use the 'human' name they'd thought out for her.
Almost none of the other races were even physically capable of pronouncing her name, and even amongst those that could, it'd be rare to find someone who'd learned how to make the right kind of noises. Her grandfather said it'd make people feel more comfortable around her if her name wasn't so strange. Then she realised that the Pheonix, being a bird, might actually have an easier time pronouncing her 'old' name than it would her 'new' one. She started blushing slightly and feeling rather silly, but tried to collect herself. If she were to blush for every tiny blunder, she'd probably not stop blushing till she came back home, and that wouldn't do, she had to be a good representative.

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Leirha walked up to the airship, heart in her throat. She stole a nervous glance behind her, spotting her Grandfather, who game her a reassuring nod. Officially, he was here as one of the representatives of the council, but she'd had a few private words with him. It was nice to have him come to see her before she left, but she was still very nervous. Taking a deep breath, she straightened her posture, and walked forward confidently, though when that earned her several stares, as she was suddenly significantly taller than most in the ground, she quickly, hunched back over, embarrassed.

The flight over was uneventful, though she got a more than a few stares. Once they could see the school, however, she felt her heart race. Several conflicting motions surged, one one hand, it was nice to be in mountains, so much like those back home, at the same time, the airships being able to so easily fly up here, meant her home was much less safe than it had been before. She was along stunned by the school itself. Despite her family arranging for her to see some of the structures of the main races, so she'd not be overwhelmed, she'd not seen anything quite like this before.

The shriek of an eagle, though unlike any she'd heard before, woke her from her stunned state, and she scanned the air, trying to spot the creature, mostly out of habit. Eagle eggs were a delicacy after all, and finding eagles nests had become second nature. Soon she spotted the bird, but realised it was no eagle, but rather one of the phoenixes she'd been taught about. It seemed to be struggling to find a place to land in the crowd. Remembering her grandfather's advice to try to make friends, not only for her own sake but for her people, she steeled herself, then straightened herself, so she stood about the crowd, and beckoned for the bird, offering her shoulder. Just as she locked eyes with the Pheonix, the bell rang.
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