Buglet

Reign of Weade's [realistic medieval RP]

So I am assuming that people haven't posted yet because they haven't had time. But is there any other problems as to why there's only been a few people that have posted so far? I want to advance the story.

@Partisan

Sorry, I've been really busy! Some things popped up that needed attention, birthdays, anniversarys, work, etc... You'll have a post from me by the end of today (in the 1x1 too!)

Reign of Weade's [realistic medieval RP]

@Partisan Looking for a way to insert Valeria. If you don't mind I'm going to put her on the Forklands side of the fight?

@Izaka Sazaka

Rufus looks forwards to have her serve his cause

Seeking Friendly Partner to RP With

I'm interested in (and will work/solicit myself for) your apocalyptic/dystopian genre.

Reign of Weade's [realistic medieval RP]

My CS is out, and I hope it fits expectations! I'm anticipating this first IC post!

Reign of Weade's [realistic medieval RP]

Rufus Rossric

Full name: Rufus Tallow Rossric Titles: Lord of Forkland, "Root", Rufus the Resolute Social rank: Nobleman, Upper Class Job or societal position: Possesses inherent reign over the southern demesne Forkland; sits upon the Tallow Throne in the Fordkeep, in the centre of Forkland. Age: 38 Gender: Male Appearance:

Personality: Rufus is a calm, content, and critical man. If engaged in conversation or seen about the keep he would strike you as a particularly peaceful person who assesses his own words with care and commitment. He is thoughtful at all times and, when left alone, often forgets his place and let's his mind wander to all sorts of places. Rufus is deeply religious and lives by the theism that has been exclusive to his family for years. The teachings that come from what he believes are that of peace, prosperity, and fairness. The religion in question has been a part of his family line for centuries, originating from lands far away. He does not force his beliefs on his people, or anyone for that matter, however it is known that many of the Forklandish share in the same deity. To those who know him best - his family and the workers of his household - he is kind and compassionate, always looking out for the troubled, sick, and hungry. This side of him, however, he does not let his subjects see, for he believes that a strong rule is maintained by a little anonymity between the people and the power; moreover, he sees his kindness as a weakness that his enemies should never be given the chance to exploit. To the people of his land, contrary to the people of his household, Rufus is a strong leader, and rules with a firm, but fair, iron fist. His judgement is sound and resolved and all actions, whether it be for his people or against his enemies, is resolute. History: Born Rufus Tallow Rossric he grew up in a family of pure noble blood. As a child and a teen, he studied relentlessly, and trained even more so. His only brother, Louis, is five years his younger and follows Rufus with great loyalty. When Rufus was at the age of ten both of his parents passed away within weeks of each other due to a fever that killed within a month. Their deaths shocked Rufus, but not as much as they devastated Louis. For the remaining six years until he could take the Tallow Throne, his uncle acted as Regent Lord of Forkland - when Rufus was of age, his uncle willingly handed over the thrown to travel across the continent to marry his spouse, and has not been heard of since he left. Twenty-two years has passed since Rufus gained the Tallow Thrown and the land has never known a more peaceful time. To the people, this is good, but to any man educated to the extent of Rufus, it's clear that this is merely the calm before a storm. Skills: Rufus is very proficient in horse riding and spends the majority of his spare time involved in the sport. His keep alone owns just under fifty horses, and hundreds more roam the demesne, both wild and tamed. He also studies regularly on subjects ranging from astrology a,d philosophy, to other languages and history. He has a strong belief that wisdom is the greatest of all predicates. He has trained with a longsword since he could pick one up and has never attempted another weapon. Though it is not often he must use a weapon, he has trained to a standard that is comparable amongst Lords. Dreams and fears: Rufus dreams only of continuing his reign as peacefully as it has been so far - to maintain prosperity amongst his people is a rule he lives by, and to let his country fall into war and fire would be to shame his family. Interestingly enough, his fear is the polar opposite of his dream. Favored equipment: Rufus possesses a number of well-made longswords, as well as finely tailored horse saddles and stirrups. His wears light armour when needed as he prefers to dodge and evade danger as a pose to risking it full on. Extra: Rufus, aside from loving horses, also owns a household dog named Strap, a large greyhound-esque pedigree. Strap is often by Rufus' side.

Surviving the Tide - a 1x1 apocalyptic survival roleplay

Leeam's eyes opened slowly to the sound of a familiar voice nearby. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes and licked the dried saliva from around his lips, trying his best to remind himself of his consciousness - so far his efforts were futile; and he was still very much involved in the dreamworld, plagued by visions of life, blossom, and prosperity. For a good few moments Lutwig may aswell have been talking to a brick wall, as no response was to be had from Leeam other than a faint mumble and an occasional shift of posture on his sleeping mat. The troubled man, irritated faintly by the spikiness of his short beard on his hand, longed to plunge himself back into the realm of unconscious sleep. Just an hour more, please, he begged in silence. The warning whistle, however, dragged him out of comfort and into a state of controlled, rehearsed panic and fear. He jolted himself into a sitting position as if being propelled by an invisible force and quickly rest his eyes on Lutwig, who stood cautiously by the window. "What is it?" he asked, all memories of his pastoral sleep gone in a flash. Without waiting for an answer he joined Lutwig, his eyes creeping over the windowsill. The two souls that Leeam found himself looking at were so apparent that it shocked him. There they stood, a couple of drowned rats as desperate as Lutwig and he. For a brief moment he felt a wave of pity wash over him, but it was gone as quickly as it came. "Stay quiet," he warned, "and keep an eye on them. If they want to get to us they're going to have to swim." With that, he turned away and swiftly packed away his things, preparing himself for another day of travel. He had suspected that they would come across other survivors here, somewhere that used to be so dense with life, and worried little for the danger that may be so imminent. No longer than a couple of minutes had passed when he put the final of his belongings in his bag. He strapped the roll-matt on tightly and buckled the opening of the pack together, swinging a strap over his shoulder as he returned to the window. The two survivors across the flooded road were still very much in view, rummaging through kitchen drawers and cabinets. "They look lost - desperate," he said. "Have they any weapons?"

The Road

I'm interested. Count me in! Anything you want me to do?

Surviving the Tide - a 1x1 apocalyptic survival roleplay

'We weren't designed to live on the water. Soon we'll have to go.' 'You think we were designed?' 'If we were, the designer has long gone. He ain't designing no one no more.' Sea levels have risen. Over the last ten years the ice caps on the poles have been melting, ever since a series of nuclear generators malfunctioned and punched a hole in the O-Zone layer larger than France. Since the disaster, the waves have lapped over thousands of coastal towns and half-swallowed cities in the waves, growing ever colder. What land is left is covered in thick layers of snow and ice. London has sunk, the Burj Khalifa fell without maintenance, and USA's west coast doesn't have a San Fransisco anymore - at last, not one that people can live in. In the ten years that have passed planet Earth has seen the largest drop in life to ever be recorded - not that anyone's recording. The sea took millions as emergency response failed, and suicide became the second most apparent cause of death worldwide, pipped at the post by drowning. The humans who do remain struggle for survival as they scavenge what's left of the world's provisions. There isn't much left. By 2040, six years after the mass nuclear breakdown, the world's population has dropped from 8 billion, to just over 7 million. Lonely scattered souls wander the earth like ants over a tiled patio, basking in the redundancy of their existence. Every day, more die, and more are killed. Somewhere in mainland Europe two men, Leeam and Lutwig, struggle against their surroundings in a futile attempt to make some meaning of their existence. Every day is a chore, every minute an hour, and every mistake a tragedy.

Reign of Weade's [realistic medieval RP]

Hey guys! I'm Buglet! I've spoken to Partisan and I suppose I'll be joining you all. I'm in the process of making a CS as we speak.

1x1 Apocalypse Survival Plot

Hello, reader. My name is Buglet (Harry) and I'm interested in starting a 1x1 post-apocalyptic survival plot with someone. Here are some details: Premise: The earth has turned to a wasteland. Sea levels have risen dramatically and what little land mass remains has been covered in ice and snow - only the vast oceans remain unfrozen. Most humans left with the land. As houses broke apart, as did families, and the roaring burn of the fire of life was quickly hissed into a few embers by the effects of pollution on the destitute planet. What food is left is fought over without humanity. It's not a dog-eat-dog world - humans have become far more savage. Through the mist and the fog two lone souls fight with the absence of life. Soon, they will have to disappear, and perhaps it would be less of a struggle for them to just punch their flames out - but the don't think about it. They just survive. Guidelines: Not too sure right now. Just acknowledge that I'm not interested in any sort of romance, and am unconcerned if the other character is male or female. I would most likely assume a character of the male gender. I am perfectly fine with any sort of taboo content, however. Drugs, death, gore, etc... Please message me if you're interested and we'll see if we can't flesh out some sort of backstory. Thank you :)