Azaria Blue

RP where you represent a country - FULL

| Free Roleplay | ᴓ Sorry, not accepting! ᴓ | Modern |

Called "Third Rock High" where you take on the characteristics of a country and carry all the funny stereotypes and grudges along with it. Putting it as a Free Roleplay because I'm not sure how to make a more structured roleplay out of it, so maybe it will just be for fun. Third Rock Highschool

Third Rock Highschool

Take on the qualities of a country of your choice in this chuckle-inducing roleplay

Welcome to Third Rock High

| Free Roleplay | ᴓ Sorry, not accepting! ᴓ | Modern |

Here at Third Rock High, we pride ourselves in providing the best for our students. With plenty of supplies and well-qualified teachers and staff, we are well-prepared for what this world has to offer.

Step into the skin, stereotypes and grudges of a country. This can include a male or female version of this country (for example, a Canadian woman might be fun loving and active and a Canadian man might be gruff and a lumberjack) or as the stereotype of the county or stereotype of the people. For example, Russia as a person might be a vodka lover or stunningly tall while a country might be quick to anger and have an odd obsession with submarines. I want to keep it interesting and fun, so try to pick countries that are obsessed with each other (America and Japan) ones in a brotherly love/hate relationship (Sweden and Denmark) or ones that are constantly butting heads (Use your imagination.) That might have been a bit confusing, so if you're lost just go with this: Pick a country, pick a gender, pick a stereotype. Then, interact with other countries through this lens.

Character Sheet

I will look over the sheets and approve them, but here's the basics Name: Duh. Gender: Double duh ;) Country: Just try to pick something interesting as I mentioned above :) Appearance: Either make an explanation or find some art that someone has drawn up to represent it. Trust me, there's tons! Personality: Usually I encourage lengthiness in this but a lot of things are assumed. Perhaps just have a few things they like, dislike etc. It may look something like this:

Likes: <Subjects in school, food, animals, activities - you know the drill> Dislikes: Grudge against: <Country> Obsessed with: <Country>

Feel free to pick a corresponding colour to make it POP. I usually use this colour picker because it's simple.

So, grab your respective flags and get to class!

United We Stand (Superhero/Mutant RP)

Name: Macie Roberts

Alias: Zizi

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Skills/Powers:
Mutating and generating new animals - she can create a new species after some time in her lair room, often making them do her bidding
Chemical reactions: She knows what reacts with what and how to make things go boom boom :)
Maniacal laugh: Makes anyone in the surrounding area cripple in fear. Or at least she thinks so.

Equipment:
Pouches and viles of various elements and compounds - Sodium phosphate, sulfur, charcoal, barium nitrate, hydrogen peroxide, hydrochloric acid, sodium bicarbonate, and potassium nitrate. Also usually has something to start a fire like magnesium or matches.

Personality:
In the crayon box of life, Zizi is the firecracker with a stick of glue and glitter shoved into it. She is more than outgoing, everything that she is has been displayed either through her questionable wears or bold actions. Nothing scares her and everything intrigues her. She wants to figure out how everything ticks, even those around her. She's chaotic and unpredictable, and yet somehow sweet.

Weakness:
Sparkly things
Injured animals
Flashy lights
Hand to hand combat

History:
Macie Roberts lived in a normal, white house just like all the others on her street. She has a mother and father, both of average height and jobs at the school and the local factory. They make a regular pay and drive a minivan and an SUV. Her brother, James, is nineteen and on the baseball team, he’s starting college this year as well, a business major, how nice. They have a golden retriever named buddy who eats out of a red bowl and gets a bath by Mrs.Roberts every third Saturday because he gets into Mr.Roberts’ freshly cut lawn after James plays frisbee with him. They wave to the mailman every morning Monday-Saturday and read the newspaper over a cup of coffee, and of course two lumps.It’s under this lens that one might assume Miss Macie would fit right in to the status quo, but one would be making a terrible mistake.

Macie was always a little special, she wore tutus and firefighter hats to school. She learned how to play the lute, and how she found one let alone learned to play is is beyond most. Instead of Barbie’s newest dream house, she penciled in microscopes and smoke bombs on her Christmas list. Although her parents didn’t allow for bombs of any sort, chemistry stations, lab kits, microscopes, telescopes, hydroponic stations and special calculators made their way under the tree. Her parents would hold each other and look at her with concern as she tore open the presents then ran off to her room. “A scientist,” Mr.Roberts would say, “The next Einstein!” Mrs.Roberts would gloat to the Uncles and Grandmas when they asked why she was always missing.

One might also wrongly assume she was not interested in people, or that she was a strictly factual being. Not only did she truly enjoy spending time with people of all ages and backgrounds, but she shared bits of herself with them in the most creative of ways. She loved school, as a child she loved recess especially, for she was allowed to tell grand stories to all of her classmates. They didn't listen long, she always assumed they had too short of attention spans to listen, so she would just keep going, letting those who slowed their walking as they went by her listen. By the way she thought, she was an entertainer. People would listen, no matter how they tried to hide it, and they liked her no matter how much they ran. They weren't mature enough to understand her demeanor. They even gave her a fun nickname, “Crazy Macie” which wasn’t logical to her whatsoever. It eventually was reconsidered and changed to “Zizi” which she liked much better. In fact, she demanded people call her by that name, as she hated her birth name of Macie . New teachers were the bane of her existence, calling her by that wretched name. This caused her to go into a loud, unstoppable, and lengthy explanation of the history of the name and how it didn’t suit her at all, and always giving the simple suggestion and solution of Zizi. Eventually, the principals gave in and changed her name on the record to Zizi, for everyone’s sake.

As for her alone time at home, or even at school, there were only outwardly speculations and assumptions. She would bring home books the size of herself from the library, and not the school one. She would have boxes of heavy materials delivered to the door. She would sometimes go outside and talk to bugs on the grass before putting one in her clear plastic specimen container and taking them to her room. Eventually she set traps for squirrels and birds, hoisting them to her room. There was sometimes smoke coming from the bottom of the door, sometimes there were noises. Her parents used to knock on the door and demand to see her room, finding only paper on the ground with drawings and microscopes. When they would inquire she would tell stories about creatures with seven eyes and no body and all the things they did to her room before disappearing into the paper. A nervous Mr and Mrs Roberts would wring their hands and call the therapist. Zizi loved her therapist as much as she loved anyone else, he would listen to her and remember her stories, he would even write down notes. This did not stop or even slow Zizi, in fact this encouraged her to tell the more unbelievable stories, even for her.

Appearance:
She’s blonde just like her mother, but not for long periods of time. She never goes to the hairdresser, but she always ends up with jagged short hair and some color in it. The chemicals of her recent discoveries tends to tint it, and the only makeup she ever wears is lipstick, in any color (Sometimes glow in the dark) as well.

Her outfits never seem to make sense, to the true style of Zizi. She will often wear red boots, striped stockings with a rainbow skirt, and a blue and purple polka dot shirt. Pair that with blue hair and purple lipstick and you have a classic Zizi look. She will often sport the same belt, a rope of fuse, and one of her inventions atop her head - glasses with a knob on the side to magnify. Her hair was generally down, as it was short, but would sometimes be put into pigtails on special occasions.

On her side was always an over-the-chest satchel made of light brown leather. She kept sample containers and a few chemicals in here, as well as a notebook and five different colors of pens. She would often take notes and color-code them, a code nobody could figure out except possibly Zizi. In the pouches of her bag was her pet, Mr.Snuggles. Her parents had gotten her a sugar glider, but now this was no normal animal. Somehow, it had large ears, orange-striped fur and bucked teeth. Some say she bred it with some kind of rabbit, others say she surgically patched the poor animal. Zizi claims a wizard came to her and asked of her pet as an assistant in his case, but he needed to upgrade him first. And thus Mr.Snuggles was given great ears for hearing and a new color of fur to blend in of the fauna of the land he came from. The next day she found him safe and sound in his little bed. Mr.Snuggles had no cage, but instead was carried on a leash everywhere Zizi went. He often slept in her pocket, part from lunch when she fed him apples and bread crumbs.



United

Supernatural high

Hi! I'm probably going through and editing to fit this rp better but here's my CS

Name: Zizi
Real name: Macie Roberts
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Species: Human (Genius)
Appearance(s):

Crush: What's a crush?
Relationship: Mr.Snuggles? (Pet rat thing that she made)
Personality: Outgoing, different, inappropriate
Bio(optional): See below :)

Likes

Animals, colors sparkles, explosions, making new things, correcting teachers

Dislikes

Bullies, rules, being told what to do

Schedule:
Science
Math
Lunch
Culinary arts
Gym
Psychology
Last rule: Have fun :D

Background: Also in below

Seriously too much info to bother with

Macie Roberts lives in a normal, white house just like all the others on her street. She has a mother and father, both of average height and jobs at the school and the local factory. They make a regular pay and drive a minivan and an SUV. Her brother, James, is nineteen and on the baseball team, he’s starting college this year as well, a business major, how nice. They have a golden retriever named buddy who eats out of a red bowl and gets a bath by Mrs.Roberts every third Saturday because he gets into Mr.Roberts’ freshly cut lawn after James plays frisbee with him. They wave to the mailman every morning Monday-Saturday and read the newspaper over a cup of coffee, and of course two lumps.It’s under this lens that one might assume Miss Macie would fit right in to the status quo, but one would be making a terrible mistake.

Macie was always a little special, she wore tutus and firefighter hats to school. She learned how to play the lute, and how she found one let alone learned to play is is beyond most. Instead of Barbie’s newest dream house, she penciled in microscopes and smoke bombs on her Christmas list. Although her parents didn’t allow for bombs of any sort, chemistry stations, lab kits, microscopes, telescopes, hydroponic stations and special calculators made their way under the tree. Her parents would hold each other and look at her with concern as she tore open the presents then ran off to her room. “A scientist,” Mr.Roberts would say, “The next Einstein!” Mrs.Roberts would gloat to the Uncles and Grandmas when they asked why she was always missing.

One might also wrongly assume she was not interested in people, or that she was a strictly factual being. Not only did she truly enjoy spending time with people of all ages and backgrounds, but she shared bits of herself with them in the most creative of ways. She loved school, as a child she loved recess especially, for she was allowed to tell grand stories to all of her classmates. They didn’t listen long, she always assumed they had too short of attention spans to listen, so she would just keep going, letting those who slowed their walking as they went by her listen. By the way she thought, she was an entertainer. People would listen, no matter how they tried to hide it, and they liked her no matter how much they ran. They weren’t mature enough to understand her demeanor. They even gave her a fun nickname, “Crazy Macie” which wasn’t logical to her whatsoever. It eventually was reconsidered and changed to “Zizi” which she liked much better. In fact, she demanded people call her by that name, as she hated her birth name of Macie . New teachers were the bane of her existence, calling her by that wretched name. This caused her to go into a loud, unstoppable, and lengthy explanation of the history of the name and how it didn’t suit her at all, and always giving the simple suggestion and solution of Zizi. Eventually, the principals gave in and changed her name on the record to Zizi, for everyone’s sake.

As for her alone time at home, or even at school, there were only outwardly speculations and assumptions. She would bring home books the size of herself from the library, and not the school one. She would have boxes of heavy materials delivered to the door. She would sometimes go outside and talk to bugs on the grass before putting one in her clear plastic specimen container and taking them to her room. Eventually she set traps for squirrels and birds, hoisting them to her room. There was sometimes smoke coming from the bottom of the door, sometimes there were noises. Her parents used to knock on the door and demand to see her room, finding only paper on the ground with drawings and microscopes. When they would inquire she would tell stories about creatures with seven eyes and no body and all the things they did to her room before disappearing into the paper. A nervous Mr and Mrs Roberts would wring their hands and call the therapist. Zizi loved her therapist as much as she loved anyone else, he would listen to her and remember her stories, he would even write down notes. This did not stop or even slow Zizi, in fact this encouraged her to tell the more unbelievable stories, even for her.

Personality:

In the crayon box of life, Zizi is the firecracker with a stick of glue and glitter shoved into it. She is more than outgoing, everything that she is has been displayed either through her questionable wears or bold actions. Nothing scares her and everything intrigues her. She wants to figure out how everything ticks, even those around her.

Looks:

She’s blonde just like her mother, but not for long periods of time. She never goes to the hairdresser, but she always ends up with jagged short hair and some color in it. The chemicals of her recent discoveries tends to tint it, and the only makeup she ever wears is lipstick, in any color (Sometimes glow in the dark) as well.

Her outfits never seem to make sense, to the true style of Zizi. She will often wear red boots, striped stockings with a rainbow skirt, and a blue and purple polka dot shirt. Pair that with blue hair and purple lipstick and you have a classic Zizi look. She will often sport the same belt, a rope of fuse, and one of her intentions atop her head - glasses with a knob on the side to magnify. Her hair was generally down, as it was short, but would sometimes be put into pigtails on special occasions.

On her side was always an over-the-chest satchel made of light brown leather. She kept sample containers and a few chemicals in here, as well as a notebook and five different colors of pens. She would often take notes and color-code them, a code nobody could figure out except possibly Zizi. In the pouches of her bag was her pet, Mr.Snuggles. Her parents had gotten her a sugar glider, but now this was no normal animal. Somehow, it had large ears, orange-striped fur and bucked teeth. Some say she bred it with some kind of rabbit, others say she surgically patched the poor animal. Zizi claims a wizard came to her and asked of her pet as an assistant in his case, but he needed to upgrade him first. And thus Mr.Snuggles was given great ears for hearing and a new color of fur to blend in of the fauna of the land he came from. The next day she found him safe and sound in his little bed. Mr.Snuggles had no cage, but instead was carried on a leash everywhere Zizi went. He often slept in her pocket, part from lunch when she fed him apples and bread crumbs.

Suburban Roleplay - Pretend you're Sims

In that case, nevermind. Sorry to anyone who opens this, I've decided against.

Suburban Roleplay - Pretend you're Sims

So all these roleplays are really creative and different and such, but what about normal things? What about going to work, doing the dishes, screaming at the sky when you're hungry, not being able to walk around stupid things, burning alive in a spawned room? What about the things that matter?

I dunno, this could be a very stupid idea. But it could also be a very funny idea. Plus it will satisfy my need for there being a multiplayer Sims game (seriously though it needs to happen).

Let me know what you think and stuffies ^_^

Shalodud - Quest for the weary

Nevermind

Harry Potter New Age RP

Harry Potter you say? Yessssss :3

[M] Shalodud

I'll just post again if none of you want to. I'm cancelling the 2-post rule. I just did that to keep blah

[M] Shalodud

Whoever wants to can post...