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Back Again.... Looking for some 1x1's!

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Back Again.... Looking for some 1x1's!

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Back Again.... Looking for some 1x1's!

I've been away a bit and I'm looking to step back into some roleplay as I miss it. I really am into fantasy / medieval type stuff, sci-fi and post apocalyptic as well. I have a few ideas of settings / basic plots myself but if anyone wants to hit me with an idea they had I'm always down to hear it too! I most post a paragraph or so, I don't have a hard limit on post lengths as long as it's not one liners for the most part.

Gone With The Wind.

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Gone With The Wind.

Anybody can jump right into this if they'd like.

Gone With The Wind.

Don'var was a lanky and pale looking teenager on the verge of his eighteenth birthday. In his tribe, the Vanished, turning eighteen meant he'd be a man, ready to conquer and fight beasts with the rest of his tribe. Don'var woke up as the sun-rays suddenly shined through the small pitched hut in which he was sleeping. He groaned like a demon as he rolled out of bed, rubbing his eyes. "Morning already?" he'd think to himself as reached for his fur clothing on the floor, slowly slipping into his shirt and pants. As he finished he sat still in his bed, staring at the exit to the outside world. He didn't feel quite up to the task of conquering the day ahead of him, infact he had a strong urge to roll right back into bed instead.

"Don'var, get up and outta here, you've got some training to do!" A loud and stern voice would come booming through the hut. Oh great it was his father.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Don'var quipped back, strapping on his sandals as he made his way to the tent's exit, the last thing he wanted to do was make his father angry at him.

Gone With The Wind.

"You are but a tribal in a much, much, larger world."
The land of Eliorial is a mysterious one, mostly uncivilized with tribes roaming throughout it's various landscapes and regions. Many old relics and monuments to an ancient era lay scattered about the rocks and hiding in deep caves are secrets known to none but a long dead race. Plenty of prey is to be found wandering the lands, ripe for easy pickings, yet many a dangerous predator also lurks throughout the areas, some with sharp pointed teeth, others with razor wire claws, or both.

As giving as Eliorial is, it also takes, and that is what the various tribes of the area have known throughout their time here. Time's however seem to be changing faster then ever be it for the better or for worse. Strange men in strange clothing have made their way here and not all are as friendly as they seem, tribes seem ready to turn on each other and chaos seems like it's just right around the corner.

Oh So Many Stars to Behold! (1x1, Salenea&Deso)

It's all good, I've really no requirements on length, especially when the rp gets into a conversation between two characters, I find it hard to write chunks of text.

Oh So Many Stars to Behold! (1x1, Salenea&Deso)

Hey, cool, I responded, nice one!

Oh So Many Stars to Behold! (1x1, Salenea&Deso)

Xavier Cullux looked like an absolute mess, which was the understatement of a century. Sitting at that same bar at the end of the night as he always did, looking shaggy and gruff in appearance he drank what was his fourth drink of the night, and he was probably just getting started. His dark green eyes looked droopy, as if he was tired, his hair was long and uncombed, almost covering his eyes. Getting wasted at the end of the night seemed to be just another routine for Xavier, as it was one of the only things to enjoy on this junk of a planet.

Vexxith was an awful place and he longed for the day when he could get off of it, but that chance didn't seem likely. He was working for scraps at a time, and could hardly stay afloat, let alone afford any ship at all, much less one with a hyperdrive of some sort. To make matter worse even if he somehow managed to snag one, he had little to no flying experience, the only type of vehicle he knew how to drive was but a simple land zoomer. So here he was stuck, getting drunk in a dumpster heap with only starry eyed visions of ever leaving.

He kept to himself in a corner booth in the back of the bar, hoping to be undisturbed by the filth that inherited this place, he couldn't afford to land himself into any trouble and didn't want any for that matter. Not that he could judge any of the inhabitants of this planet for their actions, they were just doing what they had to do here, in order to make it another day. Just like anybody else, the methods may of been very different but yet they were quite the same in ways. Xavier never really noticed Jill as she ordered ale as he was half drunk at this point and unobservant.