I'm in college. My schedule for the upcoming Winter Quarter is Mon & Weds from 10am-9pm starting at Jan 7th. The rest of the week I am usually home, so I can post at least 5 times a week or more if you respond fast enough.
Currently looking for:
Your writing ability to be any lengths whenever necessary - min. preference 2-3 paras
Idea in mind:
The Setting --
In a future world, the cities where humankind are clustered in are bright and flourishing. Rarely does one ever come in contact with true and wild nature for these cities are walled and transportation is mainly airships or teleportation. In this world, the "outside" world is dangerous - full with monsters and beasts that could swallow you whole. Although, there are tribes outside the city and many rich people pay for tours through their lands just so they could say they "had experienced real nature".
The Plot --
It's very basic right now, the vision I have of it goes along something like this:
Your character is getting married (whether they're rich or not is up to you). And his rich bride has an odd request - one that shocks him quite a bit but proceeds to fulfill it. The request is -
"I want you to go see my child."
Oddly, her kid lives with her previous ex whom she never talked about but is in constant war with him over the child. And oddly, her ex doesn't live just across the street. He lives up north. On an icy continent. Isolated from the rest of humanity other than the tribe he works for/with.
Anything you wish to contribute would be wonderfully appreciated. I'd like a partner who is willing to brainstorm with me.
But I can hear you out on your own ideas! Don't be shy~
I am an adult.
I am in college.
I am friendly, mellow and open.
I'm not a particularly sensitive person.
But I happen to be extremely creative.
Great spelling and grammar.
Third person perspective.
Clear writing. No filler words.
Communicate. Say hello to me sometime while we play.
Post at least once a week.
If you need me to add more to my latest post, tell me. If less is needed, tell me.
Alert me of long-term hiatus' in advance.
Tell me if you're leaving/dropping, so I won't be waiting around for a post that's never coming.
Tell me your limits.
Romance is not a must. I'm actually in the mood for it
Aspects of Fantasy or Sci-Fi is.
Maturity and manners from you.
Rounded and fleshed out characters.
I do not need to see your CS in 1x1s. That ruins my exploration of your character.
Be prepared to brainstorm.
I can play more than one character.
I usually have a male as my main.
Threads or PMs.
Sample of my latest "intro" from a group RP I used to GM called "The Rebellion"-
The first Rebellion pushed the ball into action. The working class felt a sense of power for the first time. They had united once and hopefully for all, to overthrow the blue-bloods from the golden thrones on top of their sore backs. Then a climatic event shattered that vision with bullets ripping into flesh and eating away at the slums. The second and third started again like the first, and the ball humped up the treacherous mountain side each time only to fail just before the peek, just before the final heave upward did the Government slam the working class back on their knees on the request of the wealthy.
To stave off anymore uprisings, the Government created a game: a Game of an alternate reality of fantastical adventures for the working class behind the blue-blood’s backs. The risk was paid off almost immediately. The Game subdued the working class for a few decades and thoughts of rebelling faded over time. It was almost a peaceful period.
Until a restlessness itched and scratched down their spines and boiled under their skins then finally burst out in fits of violence and anger. Gangs were once again forming in the slums. People became suspicious and whispered in dark corners. The police and soldiers soon were posted in the heavy civilizations of the slums to keep them in check. But a rumor, a whisper barely heard, sprung and spotted many minds.
A Rebellion was forming. A Rebellion was coming.
A Rebellion was here!
The dank gaming station was silent. Only the blinking lights of the many computers, blank monitors and empty units disrupted the darkness in the windowless hole of an abandoned building. The manager of the little private cluster of units sat behind his cluttered desk and blinked dully at his own personal computer and monitor set up. Not much was going on today nor the last three days. Heck, he hadn’t seen Palmar the past week which was unusually, extremely unusual. The blonde man always popped up here daily, mostly high off cigs, to play on the Game. It probably was some kind of stress reliever for him, like for most people here in the slums. The manager clicked his mouse on the digital card game before him. Maybe Palmar finally got caught by the police or soldiers, though the guy was a sneak, and with his bunch of friends, he’d easily get free from any grasp. . .
The patched door was flung open with a sudden bang; the bright sunlight seared in his eyes a lighted path of which dark and stumbling figures quickly filled. Palmar, the manager noted! He barely shifted when Palmar dropped his bleeding load on the dirty floor. This gang had a habit of bringing their wounded here. But Palmar’s gang had eight members, and all of them the manager knew by heart and could spot them out in a second in complete darkness. But he didn’t recognize the person staining his floor. The manager leaned forward in his rickety chair. Who was this kid then?
The bleeding stranger was decked out in heavy bruises. His face was barely recognizable and fresh red blood gushed from the nose down his chin and neck. The male attempted to push himself off the floor – bad move, the manager thought – and Palmar sent a hard kick to his abdomen. The kid didn’t move again either in fear or great pain.
“See, Jay?” Palmar gloated with an odd feverish glaze in his eyes. He was high and dangerous, the manager knew. “I told you, I could do it.” He laughed and the manager leaned back in his chair, watching critically. “Three days, I said. I’d get a blue-blood and play!” Though, really, Palmar had disappeared for a whole week to hunt down his prey. Palmar laughed again and fished the inside of his stained vest with a shaking hand. He pulled out a wade of cash and waved it in the manager’s face. “Two units for me and the noob.” Was his command.
The manager silently studied the green paper for a moment then glanced at the gasping kid, and back at the cash. In this digital city, hard cash was hard to find. Hard cash was untraceable. Hard cash was valuable.
“Two units.” The manager agreed. He stood and flicked on two full-body pods that connected the mind to the game. The several monitors angled on the walls above their heads clicked on to blank blue screens. The manager returned to his desk and pocketed his payment. He watched Palmar motion for one of his underlings to help heave the kid into the air while he pulled out a cheap cigarette from a paper wrapping. The manager watched as Palmar “accidently” skinned the bare calves of the kid on the sharp edges of the pod. The torn and strangely thick skin revealed a robotic shin. A blue-blood, the manager noted as he lighted his cigarette. He watched as the kid gave a last protest – a weak raise of the arms as the heavy lid of the pod was slammed down. There was a crunch and the lithe fingers of a hand twitched outside of the machine. The manager turned then and stepped outside into the light. His part was over. The kid was a blue-blood anyway.
Palmar giggled madly in his high and battered the full pod with his hands loudly. He sang a catchy tune as he adjusted himself in the second unit.
I’m going to kill a blue-blood! Oh, yes, dear mama! I’m gunna kill me a stinkin’ rich blue-blood!
The moment the pod closed on Palmar, the computers whirred and a few security monitors blinked to a fantastical setting, the rest flashed into a continuously running code of white letters and numbers against a blue background. A muffled scream arose from the blue-blood’s pod as the red dial at the feet of the pod flicked off and the green flicked on, seconds later, the screech was cut off suddenly and two figures blinked on the displaying monitors: a baffled priest and a manic knight.
The knight easily cut down the struggling priest above in the monitors in one quick motion. The priest gave a violent flinch as blood gushed from his chest wound and drenched his white robes in deep maroon. With a twitch of his hand, the priest sent a spell, intended or not, to the wild knight. It caused momentary paralysis of the brutal character, relieving a moment of escape for the priest, which he took immediately. But the moment he pushed off the ground onto his feet, he collapsed to his knees. The knight shook off the paralysis and charged once more, and the priest raised his hands again in hopes of conjuring another helpful spell.
The knight and priest battled to a quick death with the knight inflicting just-so incisions on the digital blue-blood to extend their fight. All the while alarming gurgling noises and tendrils of grey smoke arose from the blue-blood’s pod.
"Casual" to "Advance".
It is not required to match post length, but give me something to work with.
No filler words.
Genres, in order of preference:
Adventure/Romance (been into male-male lately)
Romance (been into male-male lately)
Friendly, mellow and creative person
Enjoys Fantasy and/or Sci-Fi most
Enjoys Originality - plot and characters
Varies in length from "Casual" to "Advance"; 2-3+ paragraphs