I play mostly as Chris Redfield and Leon S. Kennedy, looking for a Jill Valentine, Claire Redfield (priorities), or Piers Nivans roleplayer. Other characters can be discussed.
About me:
-40M
-25 years of roleplaying experience, professionally published writer since ‘03
-I’m willing to teach you how to roleplay
-Literate and verbose with posts ranging from 300-1000 words
-English is my second language, but I’m fairly fluent. Few things might get lost in translation, but feel free to call me out
-UTC-3, available most weeknights and weekends.
About you:
-+18, any gender
-Any time experience, any skill level
-Minimum knowledge of the franchise’s lore required
-Literate
-Able to deliver at least 3 well-described paragraphs at least three times a week
-Fluency in English
-Don’t use AI to craft your posts, I CAN TELL
-Any country or timezone
I swear I’m friendly and open, but I can tell if we’re going to get along just from preliminary OOC interaction, so if you come to me with monosyllabic messages and you’re not assertive and able to hold your ground from there, please DNI.
I have my own plot ideas—I’m not big into recreating the games, I might as well take a blank period of the timeline and explore that. Something completely dettached from the franchise, but still keeping the character’s essence (AU) is also possible. Shipping with female characters is intended, but sincerely the least of my priorities.
Please message me to discuss!
Writing sample:
Chris looked at the ice cold one in his hand and took another sip. He had been the first one to arrive, and he didn’t put an effort on it—the others were late—so for now it was just him, saving the four-seat table for when his old time friends decided to show up.
Out of the window, Berlin’s nightscape shone in his face. Just this year he had been to Asia, the Middle East, Central America and now Europe, where everyone he had ever known plus their mothers would be gathered for a conference for the ethical use of bio-engineering. He and his favorite partner were supposed to give a talk on the founding of the BSAA, and just to think about her, he felt giddy.
Jill and him had been promoted to squad captains a few years back, so life found its way to separate them. However, life wasn’t so bad, because it had also found a way to bring her back to him, and it was wondering on how she was looking like right now, what would she be wearing, how she’d sport her hair, that he didn’t notice the massive arm tangling his neck in a chokehold, and a curled fist applying a merciless nuggie to his scalp.
“Say uncle!” A deep familiar voice said, playful and charming.
“Barry—!” Chris said, his voice strangled.
He twisted the thick arm that was holding him with arms just as powerful, making the other man lose a bit of his balance, and sit down in front of him, the jolly, laughing face of Barry Burton a balm to sore eyes.
“How’re things going, Chris?” Barry offered his hand in shake.
“Much better now, my friend,” he squeezed Barry’s hand within his two. “Will Moira and Polly be around?”
“No. Told them to finish their studies first, then they’ll worry about saving the world. What about Rebecca and Jill?”
Chris shrugged. “Heard nothing of them. Let’s wait a little more—waitress! Beer my friend in here!”
The waitress signaled she had heard him, and trotted down the bar to fulfill the request.
About me:
-40M
-25 years of roleplaying experience, professionally published writer since ‘03
-I’m willing to teach you how to roleplay
-Literate and verbose with posts ranging from 300-1000 words
-English is my second language, but I’m fairly fluent. Few things might get lost in translation, but feel free to call me out
-UTC-3, available most weeknights and weekends.
About you:
-+18, any gender
-Any time experience, any skill level
-Minimum knowledge of the franchise’s lore required
-Literate
-Able to deliver at least 3 well-described paragraphs at least three times a week
-Fluency in English
-Don’t use AI to craft your posts, I CAN TELL
-Any country or timezone
I swear I’m friendly and open, but I can tell if we’re going to get along just from preliminary OOC interaction, so if you come to me with monosyllabic messages and you’re not assertive and able to hold your ground from there, please DNI.
I have my own plot ideas—I’m not big into recreating the games, I might as well take a blank period of the timeline and explore that. Something completely dettached from the franchise, but still keeping the character’s essence (AU) is also possible. Shipping with female characters is intended, but sincerely the least of my priorities.
Please message me to discuss!
Writing sample:
Chris looked at the ice cold one in his hand and took another sip. He had been the first one to arrive, and he didn’t put an effort on it—the others were late—so for now it was just him, saving the four-seat table for when his old time friends decided to show up.
Out of the window, Berlin’s nightscape shone in his face. Just this year he had been to Asia, the Middle East, Central America and now Europe, where everyone he had ever known plus their mothers would be gathered for a conference for the ethical use of bio-engineering. He and his favorite partner were supposed to give a talk on the founding of the BSAA, and just to think about her, he felt giddy.
Jill and him had been promoted to squad captains a few years back, so life found its way to separate them. However, life wasn’t so bad, because it had also found a way to bring her back to him, and it was wondering on how she was looking like right now, what would she be wearing, how she’d sport her hair, that he didn’t notice the massive arm tangling his neck in a chokehold, and a curled fist applying a merciless nuggie to his scalp.
“Say uncle!” A deep familiar voice said, playful and charming.
“Barry—!” Chris said, his voice strangled.
He twisted the thick arm that was holding him with arms just as powerful, making the other man lose a bit of his balance, and sit down in front of him, the jolly, laughing face of Barry Burton a balm to sore eyes.
“How’re things going, Chris?” Barry offered his hand in shake.
“Much better now, my friend,” he squeezed Barry’s hand within his two. “Will Moira and Polly be around?”
“No. Told them to finish their studies first, then they’ll worry about saving the world. What about Rebecca and Jill?”
Chris shrugged. “Heard nothing of them. Let’s wait a little more—waitress! Beer my friend in here!”
The waitress signaled she had heard him, and trotted down the bar to fulfill the request.