Buglet

Elpis: Futuristic Roleplay

Very interested! PM me if I can have a space?

Buglet's Advanced Interest Check

BUMP - added a few plots

Reign of Weade's [realistic medieval RP]

<Snipped quote by Partisan> Wipe me off that list :)

@Zran

Hey Zran! Just wondering if you'd be interested in creating a character associated with Rufus?

Reign of Weade's [realistic medieval RP]

Any idea when the next IC will be?

Buglet's Advanced Interest Check

Buglet's Advanced Interest Check

Hello everyone! My name is Buglet, but you can call me Harry. I love writing fiction of my own and I have been RPing on MMO's since I was young - recently I figured that it would be a good idea to combine these two hobbies of mine and join a role playing forum, and guess which site came up first after a google search? This one! I am already engaged in a couple RP stories right now, however I thought I'd put an interest check out as I am always looking to start new stories with new people.

Foreword

Check this list before reading on. I don't want to disappoint people, so here are my big no-no's so you don't waste your time:

• I don't like anime. I never have liked anime, and I never will. If you're interested in doing anime recreational RP then you'd best look elsewhere.
• The same applies to comic books and most video games. I suppose you could brand me as someone who just doesn't enjoy writing fan fiction unless I love the book/movie - I like to be original.
• I don't like anything romantic unless it's natural - if two characters find love then it is something that will happen over a long period of time very naturally, and not at all forced.
• Anything sexual is a big no no.

If I haven't scared you off yet then we may be on to something! Please, carry on reading!

What I do like...

Here's a list of some general ideas that I enjoy writing/RPing about:

• I love apocalyptic stuff - it tests the human resolve and puts my characters into fantastic moral dilemmas. Please, please, please if you like apocalyptic genre then SEND ME A IM RIGHT NOW.
• Fantasy I enjoy also, however I don't like going over the top. A bit of magic is great, and worlds vastly different to our own are incredibly fun to create and explore. But I think that it's possible to get carried away into fantasy to the point where everything seems fabricated and the story loses touch with reality.
• Sci-fi is much the same. To an extent it's great because it lets us explore the possibility of the future. If any of you go on to MrSuicideSheep on YouTube and look at the sci-fi backgrounds he has behind the music he uploads you'll see what sort of sci-fi I like. Again, anything that goes too far scares me.
  • I'm a little shady, perhaps even uncertain, about my fantasy/sci-fi limits. If you're interested, send me a PM and we'll sort something out. I can't really explain my limits concisely here.
• Horror I adore - have you read House of Leaves? If so have my body.
• I like reality. I like my character to be human, or similar to a human, because I know humans and I can relate. Unless I am allowed to develop a character really, really well, if it's not a human I won't like it.
• Bottom line is this: if it's fun, I'll try it. Even though I have my no-no's, I'll try new stuff. After all, I'm a writer, and writers love to explore.

Plot Ideas - Advanced

These are vague. By no means should you consider my interests are exclusive to these ideas!

• 2001: A Space Odyssey
  - WANTED Now, I know I said that I dislike fanfiction, but this is a rare exception. This movie was a fantastic and mesmerising aspect of my childhood and, perhaps, largely responsible for my love of fiction. This plot revolves around one idea: after Europa has evolved into a primordial host of life, a mission is sent from Earth to investigate. Very open-ended. Pleas PM as I'm not entirely sure what I would want this one to be.
• House of Leaves
  - WANTED This book terrified me and forced me to love it. Bottom line: a man makes a home-made documentary about his house after he discovers that it's bigger on the inside than outside. After not too long, mysterious corridors and huge, dark, shape-shifting rooms appear. He gathers together a team and decides to explore.... House of Leaves is a published book and it ends with
  SPOILERS

  most of the explorers dying or going insane - people who study the home-made documentary also tend to go insane and start killing people, developing schizophrenia, etc...
  The premise of this plot is that it happens to someone else - someone who's never heard of the original occurrence of this phenomena (called The Navidson Record.
• Prison
  - NEEDS DEVELOPMENT TO WORK Just a little idea. People in prison decide to escape. Although I'd prefer to not focus on the escape with this one - instead use it to develop character relationships and see what we can do with the premise of people being in such a place as prison.

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What you can expect from me...

Here's what you can expect from me if we RP together:

• I'm a mature person but I like to think I can be comical when the time allows it!
• I follow a typical GMT schedule, and will rarely post outside of times between 7AM and 11PM on any given day.
• I write a fair bit. Honestly, I never ever say 'you need to write x amount of paragraphs' because sometimes the situation simply doesn't allow it. Even in advanced role play I think that occasionally a 1 paragraph post can be a good thing - keeps the plot going, etc...
• I'm a pretty straight forwards, open guy. If I'm having a bad day IRL you'll probably hear about it, if something hilarious happened I'll want to tell you, we might even end up talking on skype - who knows? I don't like to remain anonymous!
• Lastly, and most importantly, I'm kind and respectful. I'll try my best not to offend you!

What I would expect from you...

If we were to RP together here is what I might expect from you:

• Respect for everyone involved, including their RP limits
• Dedication - or at least honesty. There's nothing worse than starting an RP story only to have the participants disappear without a word... If you don't like and want out then please just tell me!

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And that's about it. I appreciate it was a bit vague - I'll probably edit this as I go along! Please don't hesitate to PM me with any questions, suggestions. I'm literally open to any idea - pitch it!!!! Buglet

Surviving the Tide - a 1x1 apocalyptic survival roleplay

There was nothing to be said once the echo of the gunshot had dissipated across the sunken city. Having repeated itself four times after the initial shot, each bang quieter than the last as the sound waves bounced off of water and glass and brick, the echoes served as reminders to Leeam - with each gunshot, the next is quieter, and quieter, and quieter until eventually, he thought, the last gunshot would be so quiet - so remote and so lonely - that there would be none left to hear it, and so the last gun will have been fired by the last hand, and the last life will leave in the same fashion as the rest. "You don't suppose he saw us, do you?" asked Leeam, glazing his eyes over the tops of buildings that fought through the water's surface. To him it was paradoxical, listening to the waves while looking at towers of office blocks and residential flats - it was something that he'd never become accustomed to, and his nightmares sometimes became as simple as the sound of ripples breaking against what should have been a sandy beach. In the direction they had just came from - west - was the city, stretching out for a mile or two ahead of them. The water here had not risen high enough to bar access around the ruins of civilisation and, when the water was clear enough, the ground could be seen a few metres below the water's surface - cars, street lamps, handbags, buses, bodies, and bones. The water had swallowed that, and it was still after the rest. To the north and south were a few hundred metres of marshes with varying depths of water - unpredictable by any means; in some places the water would be shallow enough to stand a coin in, where as in others it was deep enough to fully submerge a small house. As was the trend, Leeam found, on the outskirts of towns and cities - grass hills where the water was soaked up to form swamp-like areas of wasteland, a no-mans-land between the wilderness and what was left of the city. Leeam regarded Lutwig with a raise of the eyebrows, tucking has hands underneath the straps of his backpack to keep them from getting cold. He briefly toyed with the idea of returning to the flats: "A gun, Lutwig," he argued. "Can you imagine how useful such a thing would be? I can barely kill a rabbit with this thing." by which he meant his air rifle. But, eventually, he realised that it would not be a safe action to make, going up against a man with murderous capabilities. And to the East, away from the city, lay the wilderness - the snow, the plains, the tropics, the forests, the fields empty and desolate, and the roads narrow and overgrown. To travel in that direction is so take a step into the darkness and plunging yourself into the unknown where death was met with gritted teeth and a solitary sigh of sadness. Survival was not possible for longer than a few months in the wilderness for there is a certain predicate of the modern man that requires him to be sheltered abundantly - leaves cannot keep out the cold and a fire cannot keep in the heat. To spend time and effort constructing some sort of living for yourself in the bush is to confine yourself to that area, which can only spell death. With sea levels rising and bloodgangs wandering the best odds for survival is not to shelter for extended periods of time, but instead to travel. In this case, the only direction of travel that seemed possible for Lutwig and his companion was into the heart of the wasteland before them

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Footprints followed as the two apocalyptic pilgrims traveled the plain of a world without rule. Behind them the sunken city lay, a few miles away by now and out of sight. Their surroundings had been replaced by a sloped forest - to their right the ground inclined every so slightly to a peak a hundred or so metres away, and to their left a valley gathered water. Bare trees that thought it was winter stood in packs around them like hungry wolves, watching them. A road, no wider than a man is tall, navigated the slopes and passed them only a little ways down the hill, cutting through the trees in its twisted journey. The road concealed itself behind the hill they were traversing with slow pace. Leeam was going to speak - he had had something on his mind recently that wouldn't stop gnawing in his head - when the faint rumble of a vehicle could be heard on the road ahead. It was moving towards them, and if Leeam and Lutwig did not move the vehicle's occupants would only have to cast their eyes up the slope as they drove past to see two black against white figures staring back. "Do you hear that?" asked Leeam as if necessary.

Reign of Weade's [realistic medieval RP]

@Zran The setting currently employed by Joakim, Partisan's character, is a keep called 'Wintershouse'. A keep is basically a village connected to a castle. Wintershouse is pretty much in the centre of Whitelands

Reign of Weade's [realistic medieval RP]

@Izaka Sazaka I hope that suits your expectations! Should be something that you can go off of.

Reign of Weade's [realistic medieval RP]

A few solitary streams of sunlight crept through the thin east-facing windows of the room Rufus Tallow Rossric was sleeping in. The old castle had a creak about itself that, to those who lived inside its walls permanently, would create a lulling ambience - stone gently knocking against wooden beams, glass trappings against the window frames, and most notably, the amplified pitter-patter of the servants dutifully going about their daily tasks. Rufus has awoken to these sounds every morning of his life and finds it troubling to sleep without the gentle rumble of the Fordkeep. His eyes opened with a slow, meaningful blink of the eyelids, much like how a horse bows and drops it's head against the grassy floor with gentle rhythmic inclinations. The sun had barely peaked the horizon but the Fordkeep's cogs were already turning - servants served, guards guarded, a woman could be heard laughing at the end of the corridor followed by the tip-tap of her feet against the wood-paned floor and the tail of her dress dragging behind. Rufus had spent twenty-two years falling asleep and waking up in this room and he had become acute at predicting whether footsteps were proceeding towards the door of his bedroom, or walking away - after all, the room he was in is he only one on the corridor; and anyone walking in his direction must be coming to see him. He wasn't alarmed - he had heard that woman's laugh time and time again. There was a knock on the door. "Just a moment," he said as he hopped out of bed and replaced his nightwear with something a little more appropriate - a white silk shirt lined with cotton, and a pair of black trousers. "Come in." The large wooden door creaked a quiet song as it swung on its hinges. "My lord," said she, "news has come from our northern neighbours that requires your attention." Outstretched her arm, dressed in the long green sleeve of her golden-lined dress, and in her hand a folded letter possessing the broken wax seal of what he knew to belong to Waldenmark, the northernmost keep of Forkland. "Who has opened this letter?" he asked, stepping forwards and taking the letter into his own hands. "I have, my lord," she replied - it was the custom of those of Forkland to be respectful when news of death arrived, regardless of who the death belonged to. It was because of this that Rufus well understood the nature of the letter, having not yet opened it. Rufus unfolded the letter to find only a few lines of writing, neat and orderly in all respects.

Lord Rufus Tallow Rossric, I regret to inform you of the passing of Leigelord Rikard Weade of the Whitelands. He has been fell in battle at the hands of Lord Perris during the ongoing conflict in the Iron Hills. It has also been said Lord Perris claims the throne upon which Lord Regent Joakim the Young sits. Peace be with you, Ser Cotwell of Waldenmark

Rufus folded the letter again and placed it on his desk amongst other folded letters. "That is indeed dire news," said he. "Have the town crier announce a service in his honour at noon. I'd like to see my brother at the Altar before then." The woman in the green dress nodded dutifully and attended to her directions. Rufus took a moment to appreciate the fondness he has towards the woman, who was indeed his wife.

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Louis Rossric, though five years Rufus' younger, stood an inch taller. His body was as strong, if not stronger, than the mind of his brother and his hand at the sword and shoulder at the lance were unmatched in any of the Forkland tournemants to date. If only, mused Rufus, if only his mind were as strong - alas, he is a simple brother. And it was true, for Louis has never taken to pages of a book - stories had never stolen him away like they had Rufus. "I have heard the news, brother," said Louis bounding up the steps to the alter where Rufus waited as crowds gathered outside the church's doors in anticipation for the service. "Tis' haunting. I pray the conflict does not come to trouble us." "Dear brother, that is in fact why I have asked to meet you here. As Lord of the Banner, it would calm us greatly and give the people assurance if you were to assemble a force capable of defending the banks. You know as well as I, if the Whitelands is taken by store the wind from the Ice Plains will only send the thunderclouds south."

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Doves were dispatched to all corners of Forkland carrying messages of deed. Within a week, all tavern doors and town criers told of one thing: Fordkeep seeks knights loyal to peace and prosperity...

...and all who see themselves fit should travel immediately to the keep on the Ford. Your resolve will be tested before Lord Rufus the Resoloute.

It was to his wife that Rufus later confided after the service: "I fear - I have been fearing - for the stillness of our lands. Something brews in those ghastly hills, something insidious. We cannot let it reach our banks."

Reign of Weade's [realistic medieval RP]

@Izaka Sazaka that can certainly be arranged. I'll sort something out for you :)