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In Fractured Ego (Psychological thriller RP) → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Interested, can we post cs' in this post or?
In The Stilwood Incident → 10 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Interest Checks
Not sure if you're still accepting interest but you have mine.
In zombie apocalypse survival set on small farm → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Sorry for the late reply, rp guild was down for me yesterday so i didn't bother coming on. It's great to see so much interest. I'm working on the ooc and a character sheet now and it should be up by the end of today. Just a few things about characters I'd like to add; -you're welcome to play up to two characters so long as you feel you're able to play both convincingly and confidently, a small group would make sense in rp since Marley wouldn't allow too many people on the farm to avoid overcrowding, but if you know you can bring two characters to the mix than please do (i myself will be rping both Marley Todd anf her younger sister Julia). -the rp is set in West Yorkshire, so best to think of a reason as to why your character would have been in the area pre-outbreak (they live nearby, were on holiday in the area .etc) or were in the area early on during the outbreak or post (they were trying to get to scotland to find family and got sidetracked on the way .etc) -the latest your character can have joined the farm is two weeks pre-rp. From where the rp starts it will have been about two months post-outbreak, the farm would have been available as a settlement during the early days of the outbreak which lasted for around four weeks. -There tends to be a lot of soldier characters in these sort of things, so I've decided to limit the rp to having only one soldier character, if you're interested in having a soldier character you'll need to reserve.
In zombie apocalypse survival set on small farm → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
This was an idea I threw out a while back (it might have been on the old site) and a lot of people put their interest forward but then some stuff happened in my life so, I'm ashamed to say, I left the ic to die before it could even properly take shape. However, recently I've been going over a few rp ideas in my head and this one is still one of my favourites, so I thought I'd try it out again. So essentially the zombie apocalyspe swept into england and, as is the norm in zombie apocalypses, if you were in a city you were basically handing yourself a death sentence. So, theoretically, if you were in the sprawling english countryside when the calamities were playing out, you had a better chance of survival, which is true, the apocalypse happened, and you're still alive afterall. However, post-outbreak, your location is becoming more of a problem than a salvation, you're miles away from any town or city, and if it wasn't for the odd undead walker wandering into the safe zone you wouldn't even be aware that the apocalypse was still going on. The action would take place on a small farm, Creek Fields, in the middle of West Yorkshire, and the rp would surround a small group of survivors living on the farm, getting by with what they can, largely unwilling to leave the farms borders because of the percieved safety of staying within the farm as well as the Isolationism tactics imposed by the de facto leader of the group, Marley Todd, whose family the farm belongs to. Prior to rp, everything on the farm has been pretty chill, food hasn't been a big problem since the farm has chickens, sheep and two cows as well as a vegetable garden and stocks of preserves. The farm is also well-stocked with weapons, from hunting rifles to pitchforks, though the isolated location of Creek Fields has made sure that there haven't been any bandits attempting a raid, or even too many walkers. However, one day a walker does wander onto the farm and things go wrong, Samson (an npc), a Doctor who had been on the farm since the early days of the outbreak, gets bit and despite the protests of her younger sister, Julia, Marley makes the choice to execute him. The rp would start from this event, and the fallout depends on your characters own sense of morals, relationship to other characters, as well as your characters outlook on the world since the outbreak. I'd like to have an rp that deals with a similar narrative to Lord of the Flies, as in, is it possible to establish a working society when the percieved society you've based your actions and identity around, has fallen? I'd also like to go into this rp with pre-established relationships, after all, by the time the rp starts you would have already been on the farm for around two months, so you'd need to work out and agree on your connections to other characters before you jump into the ic. At some point, towards the rps natural end, there will be an event that threatens the settlement as a whole (maybe a bandit raid or a sudden army of zombies), and it'll be through the strength of relationships established throughout the rp that will determine if the settlement survives or burns. I'll better explain the concept in an ooc, but for now, interest?
In Children of Lord Dracula → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I'm thinking on a intro post within the present day, but I kinda like the structure of the IC so far? It's like in a film, flashbacks opening for exposition and then suddenly pop towards the present day.
In Children of Lord Dracula → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Lookin' good, when can we expect to see the ic go active? Or are we free to jump in now?
In Children of Lord Dracula (4 player high-casual rp) → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Name: Cornelia Harvey-Pavel

Age: 22

Sex: Female



Appearance: Standing at a height of 5'6 and clocking in at 152 pounds, Cornelia retains a pale complexion due largely to her preference of staying indoors. Her hair is a dark-blonde and usually lies loose or in a simple ponytail.


For clothing, Cordelia prefers solid, dark colours and ranges them across a series of simple button-ups, cigarette trousers and various cardigans and jumpers. On her feet she wears sneakers for daily use, and cuban heeled boots for occasions. Her most constant item of clothing is her black duster jacket, the first item of clothing she brought when she moved to Bucharest.


Bio\history:

Born in London, England, Cornelia is the lasting result of a short, but fairly successful marriage between Nicolae Pavel, the previous First Secretary at the Romanian Embassy in London, and Denise Harvey, a celebrated Curator of Prints and Drawings at the British Museum. Due to the divorce of her parents and the subsequent reassignment of her Father back to Romania shortly after Cornelia entered infancy, Cornelia grew up largely centred in her Mothers way of life in London, the majority of communication with her Father being through phonecalls, letters and the occasional weekend visit. Quiet and studious, Cornelia never felt particulary invested in the emotional aspects of her familial background, never recognising her parents separation as difficult or a hindrance to her life. Instead, Cornelia carted herself along through life at a fairly mundane pace, seemingly uncaring of social engagements, and became diagnosed with depression at the age of 13.


Cornelia's first visit to Romania was at the age of 14 when she was invited to attend her Father's second marriage in Bucharest where she found herself enchanted with the city, the trip recieved as a breath of fresh air amid Cornelia's ongoing battle with depression. Due to her interest in Romania, Cornelia found herself carted back and forth between England and Romania over the next four years, distrupting her studies but allowing her a more exciting and invigorating dynamic from which to grow creatively. Through this, Cornelia discovered she had inherited her Mother's passion for the Classics, and decided to settle down again in London, entering the Courtauld Institute and committing to an Art History degree.


Following graduation, Cornelia attempted her previous back-and-forth between England and Romania again, and decided to permanently relocate to Romania, seeking to continue her studies there. Although at first she lived at her Fathers house in Iași, Cornelia opted to move to Bucharest following disagreements with her Stepmother and a resurgence of her depression, deciding to try 'going it alone' in her social and cultural treatment. Though she dabbled in a Masters Programme at the UNArte, Cornelia ultimately dropped out and now instead spends her days at home, wandering around the city or teaching English at a small informal school in Central Bucharest.


Cornelia came to being turned due to her penchant for late night walks around the streets of Bucharest, where one night she happened to come across a charming and exceedingly approachable gentleman over coffee at a 24-hour cafe. Although she wasn't romantically drawn to the man, Cornelia did appreciate his ease at conversation and availability, and was grateful to gain a friend in a city where she didn't really have anyone outside of her students and the occasional neighbour she'd nod to. Over the next few weeks they entertained a friendly and refreshing relationship of museum visits and cafe stops until Cornelia's aquaintance announced that he would be leaving the country for a while, departing with a short kiss to the corner of Cornelia's lips and a set of twin holes in her neck.


Overcome by a sudden fever following her friends departure, Cornelia confined herself to her apartment, unable to escape the brutal waves of illness enough to even venture outside to seek medical assistance or pick up the phone to call for help. Over the course of mere days Cornelia suffered through an agonising and bizarre metamorphosis, where her heartbeat raced up to uncalculatable speeds one minute before dropping to one beat every three seconds the next, and where her fingernails dropped off only to periodically grow back sharper and cleaner. The entire debacle soon cultimated three days into the ordeal where a frail Cornelia passed her last breath hunched over a toliet rim following a grim bout of vomiting. Her turning complete, Cordelia awoke two days later, throat burning and eyes blinking at the new light.

Skills: Researching and reading, Illustration


Specialty Power:

Telepathy - Standing in stark contrast to her lack of interest in most other people, Cornelia finds herself bombarded with the ability to peer into their most guarded and intimate thoughts. Though she can activate this ability through her own will, her mind-reading ability usually acts on it's own, delivering other peoples thoughts to Cornelia against her will at a continuous and sometimes vicious pace, making traversing through crowded spaces difficult and even torturous for Cornelia post-turning. With some keen practise however, she could definitely get her ability under control.


Drifting - Similar to Invisibility, Drifting is a form of traversing under little to no detection, however in place of total concealment under Invisibility, Drifting can have anyone glimpse Cornelia by chance, usually for a second and mostly just out of the corner of their eye. This helps to instill a sense of paranoia in the individual as they question their own perception and whether or not they actually did see Cornelia. This ability can have darker properties of assisting in mental torture, however, Cornelia's prefered use of her ability is to help her escape quickly and seamlessly from crowded places when her Telepathy escapes from her control.


Other: Though not a seasoned cook, Cornelia is skilled with pasta dishes and soups. She likes to listen to either Classical music or Indie Rock, and is a fan of the band Of Verona. Cornelia, whilst not an Atheist, has never been particularly religious. Cornelia is Asexual. She likes pets but doesn't live in a building that allows them, fufilling the need instead by caring for a small collection of cactus.
In Children of Lord Dracula (4 player high-casual rp) → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Very interested, shall be posting a cs today.
In Tales of Leyland → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I'd like to keep going?
In Trespassers || Sci-Fi Survival RP → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
When Molly felt her tablet snatched from her hands, her mouth caught on a spluttered "What the fuc-", distrupted as her attention snapped from the device in the Engineer's metal grasp to where it was flung to the floor. Lips still formed around an unspoken word, Molly lifted her eyes back up to Valdez, her face a picture of incredulous anger. Before she could find it in her to match the mans stance and respond in kind, he announced his departure from their 'conversation' indirectly and crudely, spitting on the ground beside her before marching past her towards the elevator.

Her eyes falling down to where his spittle had hit the ground, Molly breathed in and out slowly through gritted teeth, and resolved to brush off the incident and remain pragmatic. Everyone was...understandably on edge, observations had been made but no answers had been found, and there she was breathing down everyones necks about fucking reports...but at the same time...'fuck him, fuck them, fuck this whole sodding mess...' Molly raved in her head, fists clenching despite herself, 'forgive me for doing my fucking job.'

She breathed in again, and swooped down to collect her tablet off the ground, grasping the slim device in her left hand, Molly again spied the thin, silver band encircling her ring finger, allowed herself to squeeze her eyes shut for a beat of a second, opening them as she released the breath thinnly. Molly hadn't worn her wedding ring since she'd taken this placement, thought it made her look less professional. She'd only started wearing it yesterday, and the invisible, but somehow heavy, weight of home was a comfort to her, even as it ached every second, the unfairness of it, that she couldn't be back on planet happy, and safe.

Molly brought herself up to stand straight again, the tablet gripped in both hands, fighting the urge to fidget with the ring. She noticed Ortega approach, regarding him with a placid expression. As she listened to his line of approach, she gave a quick visual sweep over the tablet in her hands, assessing the damage, before tucking it beneath her arm, weight coming to rest on one foot in a posture that she felt looked more relaxed, more unaffected.

"THAT was Valdez taking offence at me doing my job..." Molly answered, opting to expand upon seeing Ortegas raised eyebrow, "Ever since I got here I've been archiving maintenance reports for anything from a down gravity field to a busted pipe, it's procedure, I guess I usually recieve them from other guys down in Engineering but Valdez has filed them before too so he knows that it's my job."

She shrugged her shoulders a tad, "But obviously the..." she broke off despite herself, a show of gory images flashing through her head, "...incident has him spooked."

Molly felt a frown twitch at the corners of her lips, "Nonetheless, Corporate hasn't sent any orders to cease doing our respective duties, so I'm doing my fucking job-" she motioned towards Ortega with her free hand, "-you're doing your job, the least he could do is retain some semblance of common decency..." she broke off again, lifting her hand to pinch at the bridge of her nose, eyes squeezing shut involuntarily at the sudden slash of pain in her head, the signal of an oncoming migraine.
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