Hey! Name is Bri. I've been wanting to get back into replaying for a while now, but have been incredibly busy as I have a young child and was working as well for a while. I'm looking for a casual group based role-play setting, but am finding myself a little overwhelmed looking through interest checks haha. I really look forward to being active on here again.
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Hi! My name is Bri ^^ I've recently gotten back into roleplaying after a bit of a long hiatus. I'm married with a one year old so I'm definitely a busy person, but I'll try to make sure to post daily at least. I'd really like to get into some small group Roleplays, possibly 1x1's depending on the topic. Some role play's that I'd love to explore are:
Supernatural
Slice of life/drama
Hunger Games
Pokemon (older or newer generations)
WIZARD BATTLES
Apocalypse/Survival
Arena/Battle((Although I've never done one with this site's format so if anyone would like to help me that'd be great xD))
DND ((Only ever done in person groups, but I would love to get into play by post DND))
That's all I can think of off the top of my head, haha. I'm more of a casual role-player than anything. I like to have at least a paragraph per post, but the more the merrier. If you're interested in roleplaying or have any concepts you'd like to discuss feel free to DM me!
Supernatural
Slice of life/drama
Hunger Games
Pokemon (older or newer generations)
WIZARD BATTLES
Apocalypse/Survival
Arena/Battle((Although I've never done one with this site's format so if anyone would like to help me that'd be great xD))
DND ((Only ever done in person groups, but I would love to get into play by post DND))
That's all I can think of off the top of my head, haha. I'm more of a casual role-player than anything. I like to have at least a paragraph per post, but the more the merrier. If you're interested in roleplaying or have any concepts you'd like to discuss feel free to DM me!
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Forum: General Interest Checks
I'd be interested in a hunger games role-play for sure ^_^ I haven't done one in a long time and it'd be a lot of fun.
I regretfully have to withdraw myself from this RP. My life has been so incredibly busy I hardly ever get the chance to log on anymore and I don't want to hold anyone else back from RPing because I can't make regular posts. Sorry about this, and happy Roleplaying!
It was evident from the surprised look on Cassandra's face that she wasn't used to such bluntness from someone else like her. Gulping, she nodded her head. "I think that would be nice." Shyness had managed to perpetrate her once cool exterior as she rose up out of her chair. As she stood up she blinked in surprise. Tilting her head upward she stared up at the tall, dark-haired Simon. She hadn't realized what a height difference they had between them and once again a light rose color seemed to brighten her cheeks. "Let's go shall we?" Almost rushing, Cassandra walked away with Simon heading into the next room where it seemed to be a bit more toned down. She wasn't exactly sure what room this was for as it had considerably less people within its confines and didn't seem to be too exciting. Part of her wondered if maybe it was a more private part of the manor she shouldn't have visited. Nonetheless, being in the calm of a more silent room seemed to lighten a little bit of the anxiety Cassandra had been feeling before. Smiling softly she looked over at Simon, hoping that he was enjoying the quiet as well and wasn't simply bored.
She thought about what he had said before about his father's "You're a failure" scowl. She had never really had much of a relationship with her father, seen only as a "prized possession" of his to show off to company. Letting down her mask, she turned her head toward Simon.
"Sometimes its nice to get to sit quietly with another person. To just get to be normal for a little bit you know? No expectations or standards to be upheld."
She thought about what he had said before about his father's "You're a failure" scowl. She had never really had much of a relationship with her father, seen only as a "prized possession" of his to show off to company. Letting down her mask, she turned her head toward Simon.
"Sometimes its nice to get to sit quietly with another person. To just get to be normal for a little bit you know? No expectations or standards to be upheld."
@riprofsuls
Alright went ahead and posted in the characters section.
Alright went ahead and posted in the characters section.
I posted my character sheet in the interest check, but I was wondering if o was supposed to post it here since the OOC is already up. Not really sure how it works here! ^^;
Name: Mia Ellis
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Biography: Born to a father who never wanted her and a mother who didn’t care enough to stay, Mia didn’t spend very long living with the person who she lovingly referred to as; “Sperm Donor”. He had a strong hand and a weak mind, knuckles and a bottle of whiskey his only means of expressing himself, meanwhile her mother couldn't do anything but cry and pack her bags. Too weak to stand up for herself, but strong enough to leave, Mia's mother never did return from the grocery store the day she left.
She was first put into the system when she was seven years old, after the neighbors had finally gotten the nerve to call someone about the screaming, but she jumped houses so often that it didn’t really matter to her where she was staying.
A kleptomaniac, Mia paid no mind to who something belonged to; if she wanted it, she would have it. When she was about fourteen she started hustling drugs, only using the cash to re-up and saving the rest. She had a goal for herself. She wanted to be able to live on her own and fully support herself by the time she was eighteen.
Sixteen rolled around and she had quit the game, dropping out of school to work a full time job as a waitress. She continued working like this until she was able to legally emancipate herself from the system at seventeen.
Renting a small, one-room apartment, working a full time job, living life how she wanted-- everything was finally looking up for Mia.
But then; she disappeared.
Nobody knew where she had gone to, not even Mia, but she at least knew one thing. There was no way she was ever turning back.
((Sorry for the kind of short character sheet! I was a little bit stressed for time but wanted to put something up here. I'm excited to see where this RP goes.))
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Biography: Born to a father who never wanted her and a mother who didn’t care enough to stay, Mia didn’t spend very long living with the person who she lovingly referred to as; “Sperm Donor”. He had a strong hand and a weak mind, knuckles and a bottle of whiskey his only means of expressing himself, meanwhile her mother couldn't do anything but cry and pack her bags. Too weak to stand up for herself, but strong enough to leave, Mia's mother never did return from the grocery store the day she left.
She was first put into the system when she was seven years old, after the neighbors had finally gotten the nerve to call someone about the screaming, but she jumped houses so often that it didn’t really matter to her where she was staying.
A kleptomaniac, Mia paid no mind to who something belonged to; if she wanted it, she would have it. When she was about fourteen she started hustling drugs, only using the cash to re-up and saving the rest. She had a goal for herself. She wanted to be able to live on her own and fully support herself by the time she was eighteen.
Sixteen rolled around and she had quit the game, dropping out of school to work a full time job as a waitress. She continued working like this until she was able to legally emancipate herself from the system at seventeen.
Renting a small, one-room apartment, working a full time job, living life how she wanted-- everything was finally looking up for Mia.
But then; she disappeared.
Nobody knew where she had gone to, not even Mia, but she at least knew one thing. There was no way she was ever turning back.
((Sorry for the kind of short character sheet! I was a little bit stressed for time but wanted to put something up here. I'm excited to see where this RP goes.))
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Having just barely made it two pages into her book, Cassandra quickly refocused her attention as Simon approached.
Now was her time to make a good impression.
Still holding her mask to her face she smiled politely at him and nodded her head in response to his question. "Why of course, it's Simon Wilcock correct?" Her voice was quiet and she hoped dearly that it didn't sound forced as she tried her best to maintain eye contact. She noticed the girl he had left on the dance floor was once again sitting by herself and she couldn't help but feel a small twang of envy towards her. It wasn't that Simon was difficult to converse with, but more so that there was a lot of unnecessary pressure weighing on her shoulders to make sure she represents the best image of Welsh Enterprises. When it comes down to it that was why she was here.
"So how has the party been so far? I do apologize for my late arrival; I had.. matters to attend to."
The last bit of that sentence came out a little less composed as she realized that trying to find her favorite book wasn't the best excuse for showing up late to a night like this.
Having just barely made it two pages into her book, Cassandra quickly refocused her attention as Simon approached.
Now was her time to make a good impression.
Still holding her mask to her face she smiled politely at him and nodded her head in response to his question. "Why of course, it's Simon Wilcock correct?" Her voice was quiet and she hoped dearly that it didn't sound forced as she tried her best to maintain eye contact. She noticed the girl he had left on the dance floor was once again sitting by herself and she couldn't help but feel a small twang of envy towards her. It wasn't that Simon was difficult to converse with, but more so that there was a lot of unnecessary pressure weighing on her shoulders to make sure she represents the best image of Welsh Enterprises. When it comes down to it that was why she was here.
"So how has the party been so far? I do apologize for my late arrival; I had.. matters to attend to."
The last bit of that sentence came out a little less composed as she realized that trying to find her favorite book wasn't the best excuse for showing up late to a night like this.
Cassandra stared blankly out the passenger-side window of her limo, more than a little aware that she was going to be late for the festivities tonight. Sighing deeply, she pictured what her father would say if he had any idea that she had left the house less than thirty minutes early; especially for such a prestigious event.
How could she possibly have left any earlier though when her favorite romance novel was nowhere to be found? Having been searching for it all the way up until fifteen minutes before the party, it was almost as if the little pink book she now held in her hand was determined to not be read that night.
The road became bumpier as they approached a turnpike in the road, transitioning from rough gravel to a very long, clean-looking driveway. Cassandra lifted her head from admiring the fine, golden borders of her book to look outside. The Wilcock Manor was a magnificently large estate and she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by its sheer size alone.
The limo stopped at the end of the driveway and she heard her door open as her escort offered his hand for her to take in getting out. She politely accepted the offer, the other hand holding onto the bottom of her long, lavender colored ball gown. Her father always told her that appearance is everything, so to arrive at a ball with a mere speck of dirt adorning her would be simply unforgivable in her father's eyes. She nodded at her limo driver, signalling that it was okay for him to leave now, and watched the bright white car make its way back down the long, winding driveway.
She trudged awkwardly up the steps, nervousness eating at her like a parasite in her stomach. Never before had she attended such an important event in the place of her father, so to be here alone was deeply nerve-wracking. Clutching her book to her chest, she took a deep breath and started walking up the steps. The door to the house was incredibly intimidating, and she wasn't entirely sure if she was supposed to knock, so she simply opened it and stepped in.
Immediately what most have been twenty different sensations hit her at once. From the tantilizing aromas of food cooking in the kitchen, to the quaint, upbeat music in the background; there was no doubt that a party was being held. All around her people were chipping and chattering on about their livelihoods, each person seeming to want to outdo the other in some pompous game of wealth. However uninteresting and honestly; self-degrading, these topics felt to her,however, she knew that as the daughter to the owner of Welsh Enterprises she wouldn't be able to avoid this particular conversation topic.
She had only attended the Wilcock's Masquerade party once before, and even then her father did most of the talking so she was able to just sit quietly with her book and read the whole night. Now she had to actually talk to people and-- she shuddered at the thought-- socialize. The Wilcock's and Welsh's had known each other for years now and it was important that she made a good impression in her father's absence. Anxiety once again bit into her stomach, discomfort leeching its way into her when she realized that she was just standing in the middle of the entrance hall.
Cassandra quickly collected herself as she noticed that there were a small group of older-looking people staring at her in what must have been obvious distaste for her late arrival. She smiled and bowed her head cordially to them before quickly making her way towards a crowd more her speed. Walking directly past the dance floor, she noticed a boy and girl around her age talking to each other. It appeared as though he was asking her for a dance. She stared on at them for a few moments longer, wondering why they seemed so familiar, when realization struck her. Of course! It was Simon Wilcock, son to the prestigious Wilcock estate and whom she presumed to be host tonight. Embaressment flushing her face as she realized she had been looking at them for well over a minute she quickly pulled her lavender colored mask out of her purse and lifted it to her face. Hopefully that would hide some of the red.
She took a seat near the dance floor, tucking her dress underneath of her as she sat down before pulling out her little pink book and eagerly delving into its pages.
How could she possibly have left any earlier though when her favorite romance novel was nowhere to be found? Having been searching for it all the way up until fifteen minutes before the party, it was almost as if the little pink book she now held in her hand was determined to not be read that night.
The road became bumpier as they approached a turnpike in the road, transitioning from rough gravel to a very long, clean-looking driveway. Cassandra lifted her head from admiring the fine, golden borders of her book to look outside. The Wilcock Manor was a magnificently large estate and she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by its sheer size alone.
The limo stopped at the end of the driveway and she heard her door open as her escort offered his hand for her to take in getting out. She politely accepted the offer, the other hand holding onto the bottom of her long, lavender colored ball gown. Her father always told her that appearance is everything, so to arrive at a ball with a mere speck of dirt adorning her would be simply unforgivable in her father's eyes. She nodded at her limo driver, signalling that it was okay for him to leave now, and watched the bright white car make its way back down the long, winding driveway.
She trudged awkwardly up the steps, nervousness eating at her like a parasite in her stomach. Never before had she attended such an important event in the place of her father, so to be here alone was deeply nerve-wracking. Clutching her book to her chest, she took a deep breath and started walking up the steps. The door to the house was incredibly intimidating, and she wasn't entirely sure if she was supposed to knock, so she simply opened it and stepped in.
Immediately what most have been twenty different sensations hit her at once. From the tantilizing aromas of food cooking in the kitchen, to the quaint, upbeat music in the background; there was no doubt that a party was being held. All around her people were chipping and chattering on about their livelihoods, each person seeming to want to outdo the other in some pompous game of wealth. However uninteresting and honestly; self-degrading, these topics felt to her,however, she knew that as the daughter to the owner of Welsh Enterprises she wouldn't be able to avoid this particular conversation topic.
She had only attended the Wilcock's Masquerade party once before, and even then her father did most of the talking so she was able to just sit quietly with her book and read the whole night. Now she had to actually talk to people and-- she shuddered at the thought-- socialize. The Wilcock's and Welsh's had known each other for years now and it was important that she made a good impression in her father's absence. Anxiety once again bit into her stomach, discomfort leeching its way into her when she realized that she was just standing in the middle of the entrance hall.
Cassandra quickly collected herself as she noticed that there were a small group of older-looking people staring at her in what must have been obvious distaste for her late arrival. She smiled and bowed her head cordially to them before quickly making her way towards a crowd more her speed. Walking directly past the dance floor, she noticed a boy and girl around her age talking to each other. It appeared as though he was asking her for a dance. She stared on at them for a few moments longer, wondering why they seemed so familiar, when realization struck her. Of course! It was Simon Wilcock, son to the prestigious Wilcock estate and whom she presumed to be host tonight. Embaressment flushing her face as she realized she had been looking at them for well over a minute she quickly pulled her lavender colored mask out of her purse and lifted it to her face. Hopefully that would hide some of the red.
She took a seat near the dance floor, tucking her dress underneath of her as she sat down before pulling out her little pink book and eagerly delving into its pages.
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