eskimolander

Out of the Blue, and Off the Throne(Ebby and Eskie)

Name: Prince Callum Truett
Age: 19
Appearance:

Callum Truett

Circumstance: Callum is the youngest son to King Brandon and Queen Madeleine of Junia. With three older brothers, Callum knew his chances of ever becoming king were slim to none. Which worked out for him, honestly. He was awarded all of the luxuries of a King but suffered few of the hardships. Naturally, Callum grew up spoiled no harm could be done to or by the little Prince in either of his parents eyes. When he was 12 his father had taken not of his slight mean streak and decided to prune him to become Master of Courts when his eldest brother, Aland, stepped in as king. His job would be to oversee all trials, insuring the result that best benefited the realm was met. He would also be in charge of making sure that the proper punishments went to the correct prisoners.

Skyrim roleplay (1x1)

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Survivors RP

Reece stepped out of the limo, bagboy in tow. He quickly straightened his tie before heading into the crowded airport. His nose crinkled up as he entered "Why must these places always smell?" His voice laden with contempt. "Hurry up José," Reece spoke as he briskly made his way through the VIP line. Checking in, José loaded his bags onto a cart. The older man pushed the cart alongside Reece as they made their way to security. Again going through the VIP line, flashing his ID to the guard. His bags went through without a hitch, to be expected. He waved José off and wheeled his bag and sat near the gate. He of course was able to get on first, being in firstclass.

Cozying into his seat, Reece immediately ordered some red wine. Pulling his laptop out he opened it and began typing away. His fingers ran rampant, finishing up some reports that would be sent once they landed. He briefly checked his stocks before the plane asked for communications to be turned off. It always made the uncomfortable plane rides less uncomfortable to know his stocks were on the rise. A 9 hour flight wasn't so bad when you made thousands during it. As the plane took flight he went back to his reports, defecting to play games more than a few times. About 4 hours in he closed his laptop to finally glance about the cabin. No one of interest, at least no on he recognized. There were children crying and men snoring, even in the comfort of first-class one couldn't quite escape the noise. He placed his headset on despite nothing playing on them and drifted off.

About an hour later he woke to a jerk. In front of him a flight attendant was going over the safety precautions. The poor girl was barely able to stay standing with all the rocking. Rolling up to look out the window, Reece saw a lot of smoke and sparks. Immediately slamming it shut he did up his seatbelt and braced himself. He wasn't going to die. He couldn't die, he was too important. Suddenly the plane lurched forward and Reece felt an extreme pressure on his face as they plummeted out of the sky. A scream escaped his lips despite all his fighting. With an abrupt stop the whole of the cabin was flung back as the cockpit hit the ground. Reeces head pounded ferociously, reaching up to touch he felt something wet and warm. Probably blood, he thought. Glance to his side he made out the shape of the elderly woman that sat across the aisle from him. She was gone, a metal rod protruded from the chair she sat in stabbing through her back. All he saw were flames and debris, people shouting in pain all around him. Weakly, he fiddled at the buckle on his seat belt but it was stuck. His hands dropped to his lap and he blacked out.

Skyrim roleplay (1x1)

I've been craving to do a Skyrim roleplay with a specific character I have in mind. I don't have any specific plots in mind, just the character. If you have a plot/storyline in mind, send it my way and we can work something out. I'd like to try and stay as close to the lore as possible, but I'm willing to change things if it suits the roleplay. I'd prefer if our characters started off with basic armor, weapons and spells and slowly built up at a more realistic pace than in the game itself. If you're interested shoot me a PM or post here. Also, I'm willing to double up.

My Character:

Name: Rogdul gro-Largashbur
Race: Orc
Age: Early 30s
Appearance:
Weapons/Spells: Steel Warhammer, Hunters Bow and steel arrows
Armor/Clothes/Robes: Imperial armour, steel imperial gauntlets and imperial boots.
Combat Skills: Heavy Armor, Two-Handed, Archery
Passive Skills: Smithing.
Backstory: Rogdul was born in the stronghold Largashbur and is son to Chief Yamarz. It was in his late teens that things in the stronghold began to go sour. His fathers obvious decline as Chief is what prompted Rogdul to challenge for the position. Rogdul and his father fought in the woods, away from the eyes of stronghold, something Rogdul agreed to only at his Chief Yamarz insist. Several hours into combat, Chief Yamarz yielded to his son, Rogdul welcomed him back to the stronghold in mercy to live out his remaining. Upon arrival back at the stronghold, Chief Yamarz began vehemently denying his sons victory and unfortunately for Rogdul all within believed their 'Chief'. Abhorred at his fathers – and subsequently the strongholds weakness, Rogdul left in the cold of night without a word, and headed to Skyrims capital city to join the Imperial Legion. While his name is technically Rogdul gro-Largashbur, in honour of his homeland; Rogdul tends to seem almost insulted with the association and prefers the latter part of his name not be used. His war-paint is an obvious attempt at hiding the scar his father gave him during their fight.

One on One Interest Check

I'm curious. Please tell me more over PM.

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I'd be down for a Harry Potter or Elder Scrolls roleplay. PM me.

Survivors RP

Name: Reece Davies
Age: 29
Appearance:

Reece Davies

Personality: Reece is a very serious person, focused on little more than success. He doesn't do well around jokers and silly people. He has little to no sense of humour. He's a member of high society and he makes it known to all who meet him.

History: Reece was born to a well-to-do family. His father was a CEO of a transport company and his mother was a stay at home mom. Being their only child, naturally Reece was spoiled. After graduating highschool he decided to follow in his fathers foot steps. Sadly, his father passed away a few days before he finished graduate school, leaving him with the family business. Wanting to create his own fortune, he left the company to his mother and started his own. He specialized in the distribution of commercial goods. If you were to go into a department store, nearly every object had been delivered by his trucks. At the ripe age of 29 he had made quite a name for himself in the business world. But it wasn't enough, he wanted to expand his empire farther then his dad ever could. So he struck up some deals with another company in Europe and got on a plane to go sign the papers in person.

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Why, hello there~ I am Eskimolander, or Eskimo, or Eskie, or whatever. The point is, I'm looking for an RP partner, I'm going to make this as quick and painless as possible.

Rules.

1. I only fade to black. No smut, absolutely none. This non-negotiable.
2. Minimum one decent size paragraph. 6-7 sentences = decent
3. Proper grammar and spelling to the best of your ability. Character speech exempt.
4. FxM or MxM only, please and thank you.

Now, I don't believe in putting down plots or pairings for you to pick from, unless it's something I'm dying to do. I prefer to put down desired settings/worlds and have us talk it out together, sound good? Good.

Settings:

Sci-fi
Medieval
Ancient World
Slice-of-Life
Survival
Street-life

Worlds:
Skyrim
Harry Potter

This list is ever expanding.
Got something you're interested in? Send me a PM. <3