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Roleplay is up.

Enter somewhere relatively close to Tawara if you want to get some interactions going. I'll initiate the plot once everyone is in.

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/60835/posts/ooc?page=1#post-1876652

Beyond the Horizon

There is a place far from any chartered map, beyond the 'scape of any text, and elusive to any history record. Ever evasive to evidence of its existence, this haven thrives strongly, with no remorse, with no regret. With no pride and no envy of any other, being as lost to the world, as the world to it.

Down through the thick firmament that hangs over the island, the sun trickles in. Bright copper pipes and tall structures slice the dawn into beautiful arrays along the cobblestone roads and avenues. As morning moves over the great city of Vue de Mer, life bursts forth. The blossoms of the many wonderful flowers throughout the wide recreational parks open to drink in another day. Soon the whip of parcels zipping through the delivery pipes fill the air with soothing chimes, like hail falling blissfully on a tin roof. The dam of dusk opens and people pour into the streets, bikes and children wandering in and out of the crowds as they move toward their respective fields to pasture in another day of labor.
Labor in this place was of mutual benefit and not for some gain over another. No ambition reached over another, but all reached as one. Only that the success of one fed another and back again.

With noon came the first grand meal of the day. Today was special, and everyone was preparing for the evening like which they prepared for every year since before any could recall. The Bon festival would begin this afternoon, with grand parades and streamers and cracklers whizzing through the air. Great crowds of people would commerce to the main-streets and fill themselves with the prize calves of every herd, the plumpest pick of every crop. They would trade the best of wares and share the greatest of stories. The evening would be ripe for drinking, making love, singing songs and stowing-away another night in their fabulous land.

Among these hungry working-class was Tawara, a young farm hand, though today he was playing delivery boy. The manufacturing and distribution district of the island was Tawara’s home, but he had come to the city in search of variety. Finding work in a pizza shop wasn’t exactly what he had in mind, but it pulled his weight. He was happy here and though everyone misses their home, he had no plans of returning. The warmth of the Vue de Mer was something to be trifled with. The smells were hypnotic. Of the bakeries, the diners, the meat shops and the flower stands; of the hot water parks where children gleefully splashed. The grass of the medians that split the bike trails in veins throughout the metropolis even smelled wonderful.
The air was many thick perfumes of aroma, one after the other, as Tawara sped along on his steamcycle toward his next client. Coming to a stop just outside of a pastry shop, he propped his bike on its stand and drifted inside.

The place was busy. Lunch rush was heavy here. Donuts and funnel cakes and other powder-covered treats were in demand today. People stocking up on sugary energy to power them through the relentless evening to come.
Tawara spoke up over the crowds:

“Pizza”

The customers surrounding him look staggered, albeit amused. A waitress clambered over with a tray held high, her frilly outfit brushing on guests as she shimmied past. The many drinking glasses barely clinking as she made over to him.

“My cooks must have been craving something a little less sweet for their lunch, I’ll take it.”

Pulling out a couple bills she handed them to Tawara as he presented the pies from his bag. Taking them, she lay the tray on top and wandered away.

He’d had his lunch already before starting his deliveries, with that being the last, it was time for a snack. He took a place in line for the counter that served to-go customers and waited.

Beyond the Horizon

Please post character sheets here. Everything is open for discussion and change, though I will try to guide the flow of things towards my overall feel for the story.

Hold nothing back.

I held back on the opening post to allow others' imaginations plenty of room to play. Feel free to do what you feel works.

We all need to be relatively close to each other so that we can meet and let this thing take off. After we have things going I'll introduce the plot and things will get exciting.

I apologize if the wait was a bit much, but if you're still with me, I'm thankful and glad.

A private message will be sent to all in the interest check so that we can all move here.

(I changed my mind. No pms. I'll just post a link there)

Characters

Avis

[ Avis Bierne Cassell | 25 | Female ]

Appearance: Standing at 5'5, Avis prides herself in her modest curves. She's slender, maybe even a little scrawny. Her wavy, jet-black hair is messy, cut short to her shoulders, and ends in wisps. She ties it back with an old, brown bandana, probably in an effort to hide how long she hasn't had a shower. Well-used goggles rest on the bandana just off her forehead. Her eyes are a curious sight, the left one being brown and the other a pale gray.

She wears slim-fitting, dark brown miner's coveralls with a loose, faded tee underneath it. Both articles are covered in a layer of ash and grease. She's left hand-dominant, so her left forearm is bare. But her right is covered in different cloths, braided string, and strange looking beads. Half-fingerless leather gloves line her hands, so worn that there are holes in the palm. Her necklace is important to note as it is the magical object to allow her access to the island. She often tucks the ball behind her shirt.

Along the simple silver chain around her neck is a curious object -- a small metal ball about 1.5 inches in diameter. The metal shines a pearlescent silver, many lines are etched within its features that glow pale blue-white. On its front several little copper cogs slowly tick together, though it doesn't seem to show any indication of time. At its bottom is an intricate indent that almost seems like a keyhole.

Personality: Neither a leader nor a follower, Avis tends to make her own path in life, and prides herself on her independence. Avis is naturally reflective and enjoys sitting down at the end of a long day to ponder the mysteries of her world. She holds onto questions rather than answers as they can always change, but questions remain constant. She regards her starved, dying world with great sadness. But she still holds a sense of wonder, and has clinically detached herself from her surroundings as a coping mechanism. She's adaptable, down-to-earth and laid-back. When she speaks it's with genuine emotion and honesty. Past the well-meaning apathy, down on the soul-level, Avis has a great capacity for emotion -- she's empathic, warm and gentle.

Occasionally Avis is prone to feeling inadequate, especially if she's not met with success soon after she starts something new. Her level-headed trait can be confused with apathy, or a lack of care. She's used to being quite private, and has a bad habit of not disclosing her personal opinions. Avis also dislikes being alone for an extended period of time, and can become crippled if an emotional need is not met.

Background: Avis was essentially sold to her uncle after her previous family could no longer afford their youngest daughter. He worked in a mine, and she was quickly working down in the darkness with him, even at her young age. There was family love between her and her uncle, but it wasn't the same as a mother's embrace and Avis went through a period of grief.

Her uncle had collected many things over the years, old books, odd trinkets and a great assortment of chipped jewels. Being a natural tinkerer, Avis learned how to take apart his clocks and put them back together, better than before. As soon as he taught her how to read Avis found a great love in learning, and read his entire library twice over. His books on legend and lore impressed her the most, and she dreamed of lost islands with bountiful bread and honey.

For her 18th birthday her uncle surprised her with a gift not even he knew the significance of. On a line of freshly polish silver he offered Avis an ornate silver ball that ticked like it had its own heartbeat. He told her it was the key to finding the island she read about in her childhood. But when she asked for further insight, he shook his head. Not even he had all the answers.

A year later her uncle gave her his hot air balloon ship, and after working for months on the steam engine, Avis got the old clunker up and running. That was her ticket out of mining, and with a heartfelt goodbye, she left her uncle and the claustrophobic darkness behind. She never looked back.

High up in the clouds for many months, Avis never tired of the fresh air, being able to peek over the steel railing and seeing a vague, dark land far below. And she never grew bored of watching the sky, in its many sunsets and nights full of twinkling stars.

After years of pursuing the legend of the lost island, Avis came across enough secrets that eventually took her journey into the vast and endless ocean. She knew she'd be searching for a needle in a haystack, but she had to find paradise. After all these years, she was so close -- giving up wasn't an option.

Other:
-- Avis is a tinkerer, and can fix almost anything.
-- She thoroughly enjoys the tick of copper cogs, and has become quite attached to her silver ball.
-- Owns and maintains a moderately large airship.

Ivy

Ivy Kachess | 24 | female

Personality: If you were to liken her to a type of explorer, Ivy would be the one seemingly present in her surroundings, yet constantly stealing glances at the distance. Despite (or perhaps because of) having lived an undifficult life, she finds herself on the lookout for something... more. Vague dissatisfaction is nothing unique in a would-be adventurer, but paired with the sense that things will always turn out for the best, it manifests as surprising recklessness. Ivy doesn't require a plan in order to act, as she simply does what feels right at the time. She is often too self-absorbed for subtlety.

Background: By the grace of her father's work, Ivy grew up as an unwilling beneficiary of the war-making World Government. In the inner sanctum of the capital, being a faraway witness to the imperium's ruthless colonization efforts was the only price to pay for an acceptable standard of living. Orin Kachess was the renaissance man responsible for discovering untapped energy sources for the government to scrape up. Ivy didn't exactly approve of the World Government's shameless exploitation and pollution, but in a country starved of resources, she had little choice in the matter. When her father wasn't there to regale her with stories of his travels, she chased away the boredom by reading about various subjects: the past, mostly. It was a way to withdraw from the endless political machinations all around her. Yet when Orin came home with a mysterious artifact and a tale about an uncharted continent, Ivy couldn't help but to indulge her curiosity and follow this clue to its logical conclusion.

Tawara

Personality: His emotions are mainly sublime, though irritation or indifference seem to peak above all others. This is not to the point of melancholly, however. He does not withhold his expressions, it is only that he sees himself as mature and experienced. Most things are considered mundane and typical to him. He tries to convey the spirit of a guiding hand to those around him but not with a direct, self-appointed mentor, mentality.

Background: If Vue de Mer had slums, Tawara would have been raised in them. The closest thing they have close to the city are the distribution and production districts which tend to get a little greasier, a little grimier, than other areas. He was raised on elbow-grease and confidence. Learned to take things in stride from his parents, who both worked as mill-hands and farmers, depending on the season. Families in these districts were closely tied so work flowed evenly between them, with no one name holding a monopoly on any trade. Having no immediate family around, including siblings or younger cousins, Tawara was adopted by the older youths among the families, and in turn, adopted his share as he grew. Value was more than just currency or benefit, but respect and a sense of understanding happiness for all, overall.

Other:

Name: Tawara Jones (I didn't bother repeating his old name; I didn't even reference it. I just wanted him to have the nick-name "TeeJay". ha)

Age: 29

Gender: male

Appearance: 6', Wide shoulders and full chest. Very athletic. Has short, dark gray hair around his head with lighter gray on top which fades to wide toward the center. Cropped short and shaggy. He sports a thin goatee and a light 5'-o-clock shadow. Typically he wrips the right sleeve from his shirts and ties it tightly above his bicep, just below his shoulder, though no apparent reason for this ritual is known.

Rui-Ling

Name: Rui-Ling Escellar
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Personality: Rui-Ling is, above all else, a figure who is content with his life, one that enjoys routines and relishes in normality. Possessing none of the fiery, masculine traits that his ancestors have been blessed with, this young man could be seen as one that is stagnant and ambition-less. He does not desire to die while in possession of the most wealth, nor does he feel particularly inclined to make his name something that is nationally known. He’s a social person who has dabbled into a wide variety of topics, but thus far, has no particular goal in mind. An aimless academic, perhaps, one that meanders through life at a steady, carefree pace, delighting in fleeting interactions with strangers. He holds his emotions close to his heart, rarely showing anything outside of the socially-accepted poker face that is oh-so essential to the lives of those involved with the aristocrats of Vue De Mers.

Background: The Escellar family is one of many mixed races. An old-money family, their wealth spanning from the days when airships were still a rarity in Vue De Mers, when clockwork muscians were still considered abnormal and taboo. Back then, the family was still full of innovative, creative people, pioneers of a new technological era. Now, the Escellar family are composed of aristocratic businessmen and women, investing in other companies for a slice of the profits. The adage of the family had gone from ‘Work Smarter, Not Harder’ to ‘Pay Others to Work Harder’, and it was in this environment that Rui-Ling, second son of Nysieg Escellar, was born.

Despite the urgings of his tutors and the disapproval of his father, he never whole-heartedly pursued the science of economics and finances, discarding them in favor of the arts. A charming young child to have during social events, his inability to care about ‘professional things’ proved itself stronger than his father’s stubbornness, and soon, Rui-Ling earned himself the title of ‘the Escellar Family’s Canary’. An absolute delight to have during ballroom dances or dinner parties, but pretty much useless for the deeper, more complex discussions about business proposals, long-term strategies, and fluctuations in market prices. As long as he didn’t smirch the family name by getting into some sort of ridiculous scandal, his father gave Rui-Ling free reign over his life. He even got a monthly allowance that was equal to a worker’s salary.

The first thing Rui-Ling did after that was promptly move out of the lavishly-decorated mansion of the Escellar family in favor of a one bedroom apartment suite in the merchant’s district of Vue De Mers.

And there wasn’t really any ‘next’ thing he did, because after that, his days were filled with doing whatever he wanted.

Which really wasn’t anything dramatic at all.

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Alas, I have read that threads cannot be moved. I'll work on it and figure something out later. The forum works differently than it did back in my day...

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Tawara CS

Personality: His emotions are mainly sublime, though irritation or indifference seem to peak above all others. This is not to the point of melancholly, however. He does not withhold his expressions, it is only that he sees himself as mature and experienced. Most things are considered mundane and typical to him. He tries to convey the spirit of a guiding hand to those around him but not with a direct, self-appointed mentor, mentality.

Background: If Vue de Mer had slums, Tawara would have been raised in them. The closest thing they have close to the city are the distribution and production districts which tend to get a little greasier, a little grimier, than other areas. He was raised on elbow-grease and confidence. Learned to take things in stride from his parents, who both worked as mill-hands and farmers, depending on the season. Families in these districts were closely tied so work flowed evenly between them, with no one name holding a monopoly on any trade. Having no immediate family around, including siblings or younger cousins, Tawara was adopted by the older youths among the families, and in turn, adopted his share as he grew. Value was more than just currency or benefit, but respect and a sense of understanding happiness for all, overall.

Other:

Name: Tawara Jones (I didn't bother repeating his old name; I didn't even reference it. I just wanted him to have the nick-name "TeeJay". ha)

Age: 29

Gender: male

Appearance: 6', Wide shoulders and full chest. Very athletic. Has short, dark gray hair around his head with lighter gray on top which fades to wide toward the center. Cropped short and shaggy. He sports a thin goatee and a light 5'-o-clock shadow. Typically he wrips the right sleeve from his shirts and ties it tightly above his bicep, just below his shoulder, though no apparent reason for this ritual is known.

There's my starting character, slightly modified from his original, but maintains the same concept. I just left in the "Other" section in case something comes to mind later, but it's not incredibly important. (I also, kind of, bastardized the two CSes together by accident. I hope this still works, Estylwen. If not, I'll fix it)

Lunaire, thank you! I polished this little gem from a twinkling thought a couple years ago and have only put it into play once before, to little fortune.

The "Island" is actually more of a hidden continent. Not savvy on my georgraphy, so make fun, laugh, patronize, wutever: I'd say it was about the size of Australia. The metropolitan area situated near the ocean, with amazon-ish rainforest dominating the inner-most part of the island. Scattered settlements and tribes throughout. We could say that Vue de Mer would be on the southern end, with colder, mountainous land furthest north. Swamplands to the east and Industrial manufacturing to the far west where the climate is much like central north America.
I know that this description seems really vague, but it’s the best I can do for now. I’ll need help to really flesh out the more intricate details of the environment.

The "veil" that is to be punctured is a seemingly magical firmament that surrounds the island like a dome, letting only the sun through. It keeps all the plantlife and such perfectly saturated. Rain is extremely rare on the island, but they have never experienced severe drought, even in the hottest, drying region of the island.
I will let you guys run free when it comes to wildlife. We can have anything we want, considering anything that has ever lived in this place, has never gone extinct. Inexplicably, the ecosystem never crashes or becomes unbalanced.

Your character could actually arrive on the island simultaneously as the World Government that is investigating. Magic and super-natural elements we still mostly be alien to them(Not so alien to those on the island, but not exactly mainstream or common knowledge), so if your character has some kind of magic item that we could use as an explanation for them being able to access the place, it would be perfect. It could also give you considerable advantage, given your goals.(Hell, I may make you the major plot-device. Perhaps you’re the reason the world-government was finally able to detect this slice of heaven, hmm?)

The island's capital, is Vue de Mer. The body of water surrounding the continent is called Perles Cachees. There are five main areas but no distinct lines draw anywhere, just use your imagination to piece all this together.

Vue de Mer is toward the South, about 50 miles or so from the sandy beaches that line that region. In the center are amazon-like jungles and animals of all types, shapes and kinds. Good visual would be King Kong, with Jack Black. Moving easterly to the coast, you'll find marshlands. Though dank and mucky, this region flourishes with plant and animal life like the others, with -albeit smaller- settlements speckled few and far between. To the west we have dryer, rural lands with small forests and more established settlements and farms. Moving in a south-eastern direction back toward Vue de Mer, one would go from the western lands into the industrial district. It is a smaller than it’s parent city regarding population, but houses nearly the same amount of infastructure and structure in general. Production of frozen goods, secure storage for livestock feed, and general purpose equipment all comes from here.

Noone has ever been recorded leaving the island to come back, neither has anyone ever been recorded coming from anywhere else beyond the island. Vessels and steam-balloons have been lost, sailing for days into the blue hue of that endless horizon, never finding its end or anything beyond it.

Let me get some more feedback before I continue writing the opening post (I haven’t got much so far anyway, but for a lack of time, with some tests this week) so I can incorporate ideas you guys have.

Lunaire, please use one of the CSes Estylwen has provided and submit a character sheet. Estylwen you can do so as well. I look forward to reading them. I wouldn’t require pictures in the profiles, though.

I’m going to go ahead and confirm the three of us, as Dinh seems to have started another roleplay. I’ll also be messaging a Mod to have this thread moved to Advanced OOC. If we fall beneath the standards for that forum, worst case-scenario we get moved to Casual anyway. No worries. Do your best guys. I may not wait the full week before posting the Opening, so don’t hate me if you see a link to it here before a week has passed.

I am eager to see everyone’s characters interact in the story and look forward to a long, healthy experience with you guys.

Cheers for now.

(If I over-looked anything just shoot me a pm or post here. Despite my posting schedule, I keep a pretty regular eye on this thread.)

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With my schedule, this is strictly a hobby. A humble nudge is all you'll ever get from me.

Steamboy was the first reference that came to mind, simply because I don't have a lot to draw from. It's not the foundation of the setting. We might encorporate some similar devices just for fun, though(In the movie, there's a device with virtually limitless capacity for steam pressure, conscequently turning it into the jetpack you'll see the protagonist using in the sneak-peeks and previews). Couple that with supernatural and magical elements that we have agreed will be welcome in the plot, we should have plenty to work with.
I am conflicted on how much of the concept I want to reveal to you and whomever-else may play, because I want things to unfold in a manner that will be satisfactory for all parties, though with some of the ideas I've got, shock-value might be worth a lot. I'm confident they'll be a success, but there's always doubt.

Novel-length character sheets might be a bit much, considering all the starting points will have to be centered around the continent(Vue de Mer - French, for "Ocean city" or something, I forget exactly what. In my post I mentioned "Perles Cachees," also French, "Hidden pearls" or some-whats-it; which is the body of water that surrounds the continent.) because noone has ever traveled very far from the place, thus concealing the place from the world-community and vice-versa.
We can develop characters that come into play later, from the exterior, but we start within.
Character-sheets should be focused on appearances, personality, and a bit of depth--I'll let the city's demeaner kind of, reveal itself through the characters, so feel free to live a mundane utopian life through the past of your characters--regarding their history.
If you want, you can throw up any old template and I'll just follow that and we'll work it to the best of our ability. I'd feel like we'd be collaborating better, with a give-take kind of rhythm. I'm not worried about any red flags popping up during the development of the details, the basic adventure is my main focus.

I'll start writing an opening post as soon as I finish this one, so you should be able to preuse it by the time you finish reading this reply. My first post will be much longer than my typical, so be patient if I end up choking out a few lines. I'm sure I'll end up playing on that "It's a hobby" line you used earlier before we finish this thing.

Regarding Dinh AaronMk: Thank you. I'm not necessarily looking for general diversity(Not re-reading my first post to check myself on that) but my plot does require a versatile writer, without being too cliche` or flashy.

You haven't really made yourself clear. I'm not sure if you're interested in this thread, or are inviting me into your own idea. If it's the former, I'd more than welcome you. Though I am not interested in joining another rp. I hardly have time for this one, let alone others. I would undoubtely lose track of one or the other if I attempted, and have no interest in failing at participating in two, where I could succeed in one. I am sorry if I disappoint you.

I encourage you to post an interest check; this forum has not gained it's steady popularity for nothing. It is a hub for individuals who enjoy all forms of online socializing and creativity. You'll likely find someone with similar tastes should you look in the right board. The IRC is also a great resource. It's located at the top of the forum in the left-hand corner next to "Roleplayer Guild - Users -..." Click and join the room and you'll definitely find someone to point you in a more specific direction.

Estylwen: for now I'll wait for you to post a character-sheet template while I write the opening post. After that point will work on initiating the main plot and start progressing to some sub-plot ideas I've got. If you know a person that may be up for joining, please direct them here.
I don't want more than 4 people total. AaronMk may be our third, so if you bring someone, we'll top-out (You and I could easily recover from the loss of two writers, but more than that and we'll bog down beyond recover).
I'm one male character, so one capatible female would give us our love-interest/romance angle, one more couple would be ideal, though non of the characters can be attached in the beginning. I could create one but it would be more fun to play off another person. You can be whichever you like and we'll deal with it.

After your next post I'll likely have this thread moved to casual or advanced forum for our OOC thread, to save time from creating another thread. You decide which forum you want to play in our next exchange and I'll get it done. If you like I could just summarize and create another, just let me know.

With that, I'm off to my devices: anticipation high.

Generally interested

I'm not opposed to having a third or fourth join us, though keeping it to the two of us would ensure the integrity of the overall experience. I have a pretty solid contact list, so whatever medium you choose, I welcome friendly reminders and such(though I did have a partner on here once that was virtually stalking me. Like, virtually. Stalking. Posting every couple hours was a requirement, and sleep a privilege).

The reason I chose a steam-punk theme--though a lot of my inspiration comes from various anime-- was for the stylistic value. The steam-powered structures in SteamBoy look to me like mechanical rainforests, amazon jungles of copper, tin and iron. I would highly recommend it to anyone, though it’s only a visual reference regarding this roleplay. The stories are nothing alike.

We don’t have to get incredibly in-depth with the Character-sheets, but I do want the characters to be fleshed-out well. With the two of us trying to cover the many roles that are bound to spring up from this plot, I feel like a lot of the character complexity will be lost, but we can make up for that with the over all progression.

I was actually able to find some bits from my posts in the previous version of this rp --thank goodness for GoogleDocs-- so I’ll put them up for you to see. I’ll wait for you to reply before committing to an opening post.

previous first post

The sun was just beginning to break through the clouds onto the bustling people of Vue de mer city, drying the grass from the heavy dew the night before. The clock had just struck noon and many people were already out of their work-places and looking for a place to eat. Side-walks were packed but the roads were relatively clear, most people using bikes to get back and forth meant that traffic-jams were extremely rare, if they ever even occurred. Tawara weaved swiftly between his fellow bikers, his steam engine fizzing and hissing loudly. His stomach growled, despite his lack of actually doing any work this particular day - people weren't for pizza today, and thus there was no need for a pizza delivery man. Even if he did work that day, not like it was that difficult to carry pizzas around.
Into his focus came a small bakery, and the aroma instantly hit his nose. Mixed with the relaxing humidity the smell was intoxicating. He rolled over onto the side-walk and carefully darted between crowds of people until he was inside the parking lot. Putting a foot out to stand while he adjusted a glove, Tawara stared at the people inside through the windows. Looked pleasant enough, why not stop for a bite? He turned his head and a hollow pop erupted from him before he through his head back and shook off his cramps. Riding his bike often left him stove-up, though it was just as relaxing so he'd never give it up.

The door jingled as he stepped inside and poked a cigarette into his mouth. He smiled and walked over to the counter where he looked through the glass and around the bakery at the many treats. Unable to decide he looked up to see if anyone was immediately available, should there be he'd ask for a suggestion.

Life was bustling once again under the bright sun. Vue de Mer City beaming with life as rush-hour past by. The sidewalks were packed, though because ninety percent of the population used motor-bikes, the streets were relatively empty - traffic jams are extremely scarce, also. The air was a tad musky because of the thick dew drying from lastnight. A firmament that hung over Perles Cachees kept all of the continent nourished, and rain-fall was little to nonexistent. It was a beautiful place to live and die - if you also enjoyed riding unicorns and swimming in rainbows. Sometimes it crossed Tawara's mind that it was just a little too perfect, though he'd never really known anything else so he didn't really complain. In his entire life he'd never known anyone that'd gone outside the horizon, there was never really a need to. Everything that humans could love was found therein.

Like food.

Not food like pizza - the kind he had hanging off his back - but real food. Rush hour was barely underway and the sidewalks were already packed with people. Luckily the streets were relatively clear, even for a place like this, where everyone used steam-bikes - making traffic-jams virtually improbable. Tawara had no trouble weaving between his fellow bikers and around the crowds that had decided to wander into the streets. This time of day usually meant that he'd be busy delivering none-stop, as any restaurants would be, though for some reason the pizza hype for this summer was dying out early, so he only had what was on his back left to deliver as far as he knew, then it was time for him to get his own lunch.

Tawara glanced through his goggles down to his pocket where he reached in and gathered a little note with an address scribbled on it. It flapped furiously between his fingers' grip, forcing him to slow down enough that he could read the poorly drawn characters.

"733 Camilla Drive"

Tawara looked back up from his slow-roll and spotted the street sign "Camilla" just ahead. Turning he began counting off the number-markers. Several minutes past and he finally saw the "733" and put a leg out, killing the motor as he rolled over the sidewalk.

"A bakery?" he questioned, looking through the window at the persons inside, and the many treats.

"Suppose donuts get old..."

His skull-bucket popped loose and revealed his gray and white hair, which he shook loose as he placed a cigarette between his lips and strolled over to the door. A chime sounded as he stepped inside and looked around.

"Pizza." He blandly stated, looking for whoever it was that was going to receive it.

face-reference for my character at the time

Now, I don't have any samples from others' posts, so you can't see the contrast in characters, but believe me, it was nice. We'd face the challenge of creating that natural contrast in characters from just our two minds.
Something else you should notice is the laid-back, "slice of life" tone this post takes. I think it will also beautifully contrast later-on with the darker tone the plot will gradually take. We will proceed from happy and bustling, to panicked and scurrying.

Generally interested

I honestly had lost hope in this thread; I'm glad I thought to check-back(which probably had much to do with adding a link to my bookmarks bar in Chrome). I appreciate the reply and apologize that it took me almost a week to see it. This pace is probably what our roleplay will time to. If that's a problem then I guess we're done, and I'll wait for the next individual.

Regarding genre: how about a modern sci-fantasy based in apocalyptic times? I actually once started a roleplay titled "Beyond the Horizon." It took place on a island, with steam-punk-esque technology(think steamboy(?)) and a slice-of-life beginning with a declining apocalyptic tone.

The story opened with characters first meeting and interacting via their routine daily schedules, which happened to land them in a bakery/deli type restaurant -and if the story had progressed despite players losing interest or falling to RL issues we would have explored the origins of a wrought individual, who smelled of degradation as he shuffled into the place.
The truth was, that this continent-sized island was the proverbial center of the world, shrouded in mystery to the nations surrounding it; veiled by the firmament that kept it sealed-off from the pollution and population of the aging civilizations of the rest of the world. Finally, they had punctured the veil and were ready to invade and investigate all of its secrets.
The players would be dropped from their slice-of-life melodramatic adventures into intense fight-for-survival and lesser-evil situations as they got to know each-other and the foreigners that are tearing their lives apart.

Magic and other forms of supernatural influences will be far from barred. I'll probably incorporate monsters in the sea around the island and forces unseen that have kept the outer-world from reaching into the utopia for up until the present.
Character sheets would be general and only include details that would help develop the plot in more than an action-based level. We'll need love-interest, friendship, conflict, karmic retribution and conviction.

Aside from that I've also been trying to get a good roleplay started set in Hell, like,the place. The idea of interacting and adventuring through the darkest of places with the darkest of anti-heroes seems really exciting, but I've yet to come up with a solid plot. Non-linear seems like it would get way out of hand --fast.

Dabble through this and give me your feedback, I'll be waiting eagerly, though my response time will be based on how work and classes go for the rest of the week. I have next Monday off, so perhaps by then I'll be back on.

Generally interested

I've finally acquired a laptop to try, once-again, at this hobby. I haven't any idea what I'd like to participate in as far as Genre, but I'm fairly certain I could go for a casual-level play, with up to two people(three total, including me).

I would direct anyone reading this to reference my previous roleplays to get an idea for my abilities, but since my resume` died with the old guild, you'll have to take my word for it. I assure you, I won't disappoint.

So the pros are: I'm a decent roleplayer who is pretty much a clean slate, willing and able to do any text-based roleplay; What could the cons be? Possibly everything noted as a pro, including that I may go up to a week without posting.
I start school next week, and though I will have pretty consistent access to the internet, my time will be tediously managed. I can promise at least one decent post on an above-casual level(I would say advanced, but we'll see what "above-casual" amounts to in your opinion, first) per week.

If it's allowed--*gasp* he didn't read all the rule stickies-- I'll leave this topic open for discussion with potential partners in this slow-parade of a role-play to be.

Peace