Is anyone interested in a supernatural roleplay? I'm only into season two, but, I'm willing to learn and a decent role player who has been roleplaying over 10 years.
I have samples to prove my skills below. As far as pairs go, I'm willing to do male or female. No preference to me but no incest. The boys are straight, sorry. Doubling will happen, but, focusing on one pair will work. OCs will be acceptable, or, if you want to do an original based off of Supernatural we could probably do that too.
I'd roleplay this either PMs or threads.
I have samples to prove my skills below. As far as pairs go, I'm willing to do male or female. No preference to me but no incest. The boys are straight, sorry. Doubling will happen, but, focusing on one pair will work. OCs will be acceptable, or, if you want to do an original based off of Supernatural we could probably do that too.
I'd roleplay this either PMs or threads.
Everything was, indeed, fantastic. “Looks like it will be another great year,” commented the Doctor, as they strolled along the sidewalk, heading towards the bakery. Just as they neared the bakery, his “spidey sense” tingled and the Doctor casually looked behind them but there was nothing to be seen. Something, however, was off in the timeline. Something didn’t feel quite right, yet, he couldn’t put it passed him. Momentarily, the Doctor chose to let the unsettled feelings aside and turn his attention back to the bubbly blonde companion of his. “All right Rose, pick out anything you want,” he stated and stood behind her with his hands resting on either side of her shoulders. She was so small, so petite, and so beautiful. There were many before her; many women he went on lavish journeys with and escapades of adventurous danger. There were many times that he felt drawn to these females, yet, not as strongly attracted as he felt to this one. Something about this young woman drove him crazy. Maybe she was the light that he needed at the end of the warpath. She could change him into a being of compassion as opposed to a Doctor of War…a killer, a destroyer, as many seem to claim him to be.
Even though he had those titles tagged to his name, the Doctor would take one look at his companion and have all those thoughts soothed and his mind would be at peace. Oh, Rose Tyler. Many would ask him what enigma was he? He, in turn, would ask what special creature was this girl or what special traits she silently held? The Doctor paid for the items, a hot chocolate and cookies for the lass, and a cup of tea for himself. He always enjoyed tea. This one was a recommended flavored one by the bakery and, like the adventurous lad he was, he accepted. It was this ‘chai’ tea sort of thing, which was very different to his usual earl grey or English breakfast. It was delightful. The Doctor then turned about and made his way towards the exist when he paused and observed Rose speaking to a young lad, who appeared as if he had just lost something very dear and precious to him. The Doctor visually analyzed him briefly but in the blink of an eye, the ol’ chap was gone. He vanished – like the wind he came on. The Doctor gazed down upon the beautiful female, dwindling upon the thought of mentioning the boy, but, he would save it for later.
The man handed his companion her cocoa and cookies, while he held onto his tea and casually sipped as they ventured onward. It was rather difficult to locate a “warm” place in a world that was consistently snowing, but, they happened upon a small area that seemed to pique the interest of his Rose. Whatever she wanted – and when it was in his abilities – he would deliver. Luckily, all she desired was to enter the courtyard and so, they did. He whipped out his handy dandy sonic screwdriver and zapped the lock until it became unfastened. He then pushed the gate open, allowing his partner to go on through. They made their venture over to a bench where they both popped a squat to enjoy their winter bakery delights. The tall alien sipped upon his tea while the blonde happily enjoyed her treats. Seeing her happiness made his “Christmas”. A smile remained constant on his face as he watched her, having an arm draped behind her shoulders along the rim of the bench’s back.
She kissed his cheek in a very innocent manner and, oh how he would love to love her like any man would a companion; but, he couldn’t. Every vow would be broken, which would in turn break many hearts – most importantly, his. The years would pass and she would only grow old, ill, and eventually die. All things have to end at some point, right? No..not in his happy place. The man spaced out slightly as he thought about everything that could possibly ruin their little “date”, being how his mind raced through thoughts and theories. “Hm?” he uttered as she mentioned something about Peter losing his mate, “She could have just run off. Why, if you weren’t prepared for your boyfriend to propose to you, wouldn’t you dash off somewhere to hide?” The Doctor’s question was valid; however, he was quite perturbed about the situation being interrupted by a boy and his problems. Before his mood could transform into that mirroring Ebenezer Scrooge, the Doctor listened to her enchanting story of how her mother bought her a gift that was said to come from Santa Claus – and he chuckled.
Finishing his tea, the man stood to his feet still with a smile on his face. “Sometimes, you humans do amuse me. You are afraid of harmless aliens like the Ood, Isolus, and so forth – but you aren’t afraid of a large red man toting an equally large bag of miscellaneous items down a chimney into your home?” The Doctor shook his head and held out his hand to the seated female, “Come on then, let’s find this mystery boy of yours.” Once Rose had completed her milk and cookie break, the two ventured off back into the park to look for the mysterious couple that seemed to disappear without a trace. “What did he look like?” asked the Doctor as he dug his pockets into his hands to keep warm. The wind was picking up and the snow was falling heavier. Some weather to be looking for people! Even those from Gallifrey could get just as cold and if he was starting to feel the temperature drop, he was sure his companion was also starting to feel a bit frozen. Once he obtained a description of the boy, they marched on through the snow – but found nothing.
Well nothing until something was seen in the corner of the Doctor’s eye, causing his footfalls to freeze in place. Slowly he inhaled and exhaled, closing his eyes briefly. The shadow in the corner of his eye appeared closer, proving that his assumption was, indeed correct. “Rose,” the Doctor said, taking hold of her hand, “We need to get back to the TARDIS. I have a feeling both your friend Peter and his girlfriend have been taken elsewhere. This area…for the moment isn’t safe and I don’t want you freezing to death either.” That was the last thing the Doctor needed – was to have his Rose hurt or sick. Instantly, the Doctor snatched her hand, tightly, and began to lead her back towards the TARDIS in a swift pace. He could sense they were awakening and, with every step they took, they were moving just as fast. The Angels – they were coming.
