JazzyJuniper

The Fairy Overlord's Wants and Desires! (MxF, FxF, 18+)

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Surviving Sentinel Island

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INTERACTIONS: @Eric Horst
TIME OF DAY: Evening
HEALTH: Burned Arm, risk of infection}
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COLTON BUNN

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The young man was struggling under Colton’s weight. Either he was weak or was injured, at this moment Colton couldn’t tell but he was disappointed in the young man’s show of strength. The man grumbled along with his assistant carrying him over to the sand. Although he was grateful for the help it was in his nature to dislike human contact. He spent many years pushing people away, so he was just looking for an excuse to push away his new assistant. The young man tried to talk to him but received grunts and mumbles in response all the way to the shade.

Finally, the cool sand hit his body. It felt nice on his sore muscles allowing him to finally relax and calm down. Looking back at the young man that helped him, the most he was willing to do was given a friendly nod in thanks. He slowly sat up against a tree allowing him to view the shoreline and watch the man rush over to the fire just out of view. The smoke was visible though, which is probably where his savior got her heat from. Suddenly he became aware of the pain again and winced, verbally grunting as the pain struck again in his arm. At this point, it hurt less when it was just a gash in his arm. He understood this was for his own safety, in the long run, allowing him to keep his arm and avoid infection if they got fresh water.

Colton rested his head back trying to ignore the pain. As he relaxed and focused on breathing he started to listen. He could hear screaming from other passengers, some talking and planning. He could also hear noises from behind him. In the jungle. It wasn’t obvious, but it was clear movement, large animals wandering through the woods slowly cautiously exploring the new visitors. The movement behind Colton made him more hopeful. When there is life on the island that means there are food and water. The noises behind him meant survival.

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_{LOCATION: Beach
INTERACTIONS: @Zoey White
TIME OF DAY: Evening
HEALTH: Leg injury}
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SOPHIA STAURT

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Sophia looked in surprise as the woman stood up and began to comfort her. Watching the woman stand up left her in a stunned silence, she clearly was not in a clear mindset and was acting oddly. Still, she was standing and talking which meant she was better than expected. Sophia looked back at her leg which was looking even more inflamed than it was at initial landing. It was probably time for her to focus on her own injuries and accept the help the woman was offering.

“My name's Sophia.” Reaching out and accepting the helping hand from the once drowning woman. Sophia struggled to stand even with the Veronica's help. Having to fully support her weight on one leg was impossible and the dizzy injured woman was only partially supporting her. The pain was excruciating, it must be a sprain or worse. Hopefully not worse or else getting rescued would be a massive task. But at this moment the only thought was getting to the other people and getting help for herself and the woman that was literally bleeding from her head.

“It’s just a few steps more,” Sophia said encouraging herself and speaking to keep her mind off the pain. “Are you feeling ok? You are acting odd for the situation we are in.” Head injuries were not something Sophia was fluent in, so she was thinking that something got knocked loose in her head and messed her up. It was nerve-racking being helped by someone that cold possible collapse at any minute, but right now Veronica was Sophia’s only hope to get help.

Surviving Sentinel Island

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_{LOCATION: Beach
INTERACTIONS: @Aamaya@Eric Horst
TIME OF DAY: Evening
HEALTH: Burned Arm, risk of infection}
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COLTON BUNN

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The feeling of doom is not often stumbled upon, but for Colton, it had hit him like a freight train. Fighting for one’s life is not an easy experience. Colton was never known for his swimming abilities, yet he was able to swim from a plane crash to shore fighting the waves and impending doom. Then after making it to shore where he finally thought it was over and he was being rescued used his last energy to run to the voices. Discovering that they were in just as much trouble as he had gone through destroyed him. He accepted the fact, he was going to die just like everyone he had ever loved, and no one would miss him.

When the young woman approached him and started addressing his injuries he ignored her the best he could. She was just a nascence getting in the way. If he survived the day then he would deal with his injuries after, but that did not seem likely. He finally looked up at the woman while she was digging through degree and that was the moment that everything changed. The old man felt young again seeing such a beautiful woman running on the beach in her undergarments. Looking around he noticed another young man starting to strip as well, at this point confusion took over, it was still far better than the despair he felt earlier.

He was looking around when the woman came back, running. Not wanting to leer at her he returned his head to look down out of respect. He noticed the heated-up metal and began to panic as she warned him what was coming. Having the cloth shoved in his mouth only muffled his cries of anguish. Colton thrusted his head back in pain as she continued burning him with the heated metal. If he had any energy left he probably would have pushed her away, but he was just too exhausted to even fight back. The pauses were the worst part, allowing the air to touch his new burns causing extreme pain making tears roll down his face. By the time she was done Colton was no longer angry with her or wanting to kill her, instead he felt grateful that this random woman in her underwear went out of her way to save him.

He didn’t have the words to express his gratitude, but her kindness revived something else in Colton giving him the motivation to survive. When another figure approached reaching out his hand towards Colton, another kind of action. Looking up at the kid who coldly asked if he needed help, there was a different feeling to him, unlike the woman before. Colton silently reached out his right arm allowing himself to be helped up by the young man. He placed his arm around the back of the young man's shoulders and allowed him to escort him to the tree line to get out of the sun. As he passed the woman who helped him he paused, “I owe you one.”

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_{LOCATION: Beach
INTERACTIONS: @Zoey White
TIME OF DAY: Evening
HEALTH: Leg injury}
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SOPHIA STAURT

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“Oh no, that’s not good.” Sophia’s eyes widened as she saw the woman pull her hand back revealing blood. CPR was one thing, but a head injury is completely different, and Sophia had no idea how to deal with it. The woman seemed to have stopped drowning which was good news, but the head trauma was very bad news. The woman was conscious and moving but it was unclear how much damage or what would happen if she were to get up, so Sophia did not want to move the woman.

The water hit their feet, the waves washed up splashing the pair as they struggled for life on the shore. The emergency grew, Sophia had no idea if there were tide differences on this shore, or even where they are. The woman was washed up on this shore so likely she could be washed away. Suddenly the need to move away from the water become more prevalent. The problem was that Sophia has too injured to barely move, so moving the injured woman as well was nearly impossible.

Sophia looked down at the woman again, knowing that she couldn’t do anything more to help. The woman looked back at her clearly confused and in pain. “Don’t worry we will be ok.” Sophia started to look around frantically for any other sign of survivors. An echo of a scream could be heard behind the pair. Turning back Sophia could see the flicker of a fire as well. A swell of hope began to rise as Sophia realized other people survived. “Help!” Sophia resorted to her last hope… Screaming. “We need help, please, anyone!” Her voice was a horse after swallowing so much salt water and sitting in the sun. “Help!” Sophia looked back down towards the woman, the woman whose life was in Sophia’s hands. If she failed to get help then she would need to abandon this woman, Sophia would have to let her die. The scream became louder out of desperation of saving this woman from her doom “Help!”

Surviving Sentinel Island

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_{LOCATION: Beach
INTERACTIONS: N/A
TIME OF DAY: Evening
HEALTH: Arm sliced open}
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COLTON BUNN

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Pain. Every motion was pure agony. Pulling and pushing, forcing his way towards the shore. The burning was excruciating, every little movement felt as if needles were being pushed deeper into his arms. Exhaustion set in after escaping the plane, jumping over people to get to the exit then swimming as far away to avoid being sucked down with the others. It was an amazing feat to just escape that. Floating on his back allowed for a brief rest in the middle of the ocean, then he saw the island. That was when the pain started. Colton was not a young man, so even with escaping the plane with only minor injuries he still did not think he would survive floating much longer. So, it was pushing himself to the brink or risk drowning alone. Pushing through the pain all throughout his body, he was making it. Others were floating by clearly unconscious or unable to swim, but that was their problem. Keeping a calm mind in dangerous situations is key, focus on one goal at a time. Make it to the island. The first wave that overtook him was a surprise leaving him gasping for air. The second one was worse, sending him down to the ocean floor smashing against coral cutting his arm open and ripping skin on his hand. Able to reorient after the hit, he was able to use the waves to his advantage.

Sand, at last, he made it. Finally flipping over to his back looking into the sky. The sand felt more like a bed than anything he had ever slept on before. Just a moment to rest, then he could address the situation. Just… one… moment. His eyes slowly closed as his feet stayed in the ocean the sun beating down on the pale Alaskan native. In sleep was the only time he found true peace, he finally drifted to sleep thinking about how proud he was to at least outlasted his father.

A voice? Suddenly Colton’s eyes shot open, he heard someone talking. Rolling over onto his chest he began to get up, suddenly feeling a sharp pain in his left arm. He quickly grabbed onto it realizing it was covered in blood. He mumbled “Fuck.” In exhausted defeat. Then he heard another voice, this one deeper. “Fuck.” He said with a bit of excitement behind it. There were people here to rescue him. He suffered through his pain slowly pushing his way up to his knees. One foot up then the other. Walking was agony, but he needed to find those voices. As he rounded the bend he saw them. Instantly he could tell from their torn clothes and look of distress that they too were from the plane. He did not greet them or acknowledge them. He just slowly sat back down, he was done.

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_{LOCATION: Beach
INTERACTIONS: @Zoey White
TIME OF DAY: Evening
HEALTH: Leg injury}
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SOPHIA STAURT

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Air finally began to fill her lungs, instinctively breathing in as much as she could once she awoke. As all of the air entered her lungs the water she inhaled began to come back up. Vomiting ensued with a coughing fit after. Sophia looked around realizing she was on an island, her confusion only mounted when she noticed she was holding onto a plane seat. It must have saved her life, keeping her afloat as she passed out in the ocean. All at once the confusion and worry went away, replaced by excruciating pain. “Ahhhhgg, shit, shit, shit, shit, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” The young redhead screamed in anguish as she rolled off the seat and onto the sand. Looking down she could see that her right leg was red and inflamed. She groaned loudly before letting her head fall back into the sand allowing her body to try to get used to the pain.

Turning her head she saw something, among the luggage from the plane that floated in. “Hey!” She called out in desperation. “Hey! I hurt my leg real bad! I need help!” Her scream came out hoarse as she desperately tried to get the woman’s attention. “Can you hear me!?” Sophia desperately tried to get the woman’s attention, but it seemed in vain. Sophia stared at the woman, seeing her chest slowly go up and down, but no movement otherwise. “You have to be kidding me,” Sophia grumbled to herself realizing that the woman needed her to help instead of the other way around.

The plan was to place both her legs onto the wet seat and tightening the straps to prevent them from moving around while she made her move. Obviously, it worked better in her mind. Getting her left leg up was easy. When it came to the right leg however that involved a lot more tears, screams and profanity. Finally securing her legs she was able to move across the sand on her belly towards the passed-out woman. It was smart to secure them. Dragging her leg across the warm sand would have been much worse especially with the distance. It took longer but required fewer breaks.

Sophia stared at the woman with foam beginning to bubble out of her lips. She was drowning. Sophia quickly went over what she learned in her lifeguarding class in high school. Shifting her weight again the pain struck her causing her to freeze in mid-motion. Looking back down at the drowning woman, she was her only hope. Fighting through the pain Sophia managed to get balanced on her knees avoiding to much pressure on her right leg. Reaching down to the woman’s head she tilted her chin backward and leaned over to give her five rescue breaths. Sophia kept her eyes closed blowing hard into the unconscious woman’s mouth, trying to get oxygen into her lungs. Pulling away and whipping her lips she tried to remember what came next. “Compressions.” She mumbled to herself while placing her hands on the woman’s chest. Repeatedly pushing on her chest trying to keep the woman alive. Sophia noticed that the woman’s eyes finally opened. Instinctively Sophia tilted the woman to her side knowing that all that water swallowed was now needing to come back up. “You’re ok now. I think…”

Surviving Sentinel Island

Colton Bunn

COLTON BUNN

_______________________________________________ Colton Michel Bunn _______________________________________________ 52 | ♂ | German/American _______________________________________________ Logger | Straight | Married _______________________________________________ Psychological Profile ___________________________________ [+] Likes: • Outdoors • Action Movies • Military • Cigarettes • Order Dislikes: • Outliers • Selfish People • Chaos Fears: • Irrelevance • Being forgotten Resources ___________________________________ [+] Skills: • Hunting • Woodcarving • Woodwork • Leadership Paraphernalia: • Pack of Cigarettes • Pocket book

Appearance Details ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Colton is an old white man worn down from the years of working through the elements. He is in great physical shape although he complains about his back more than he did a few years ago. Once jet black hair is now filled with grey, he gave up shaving and now lets his bear invade his face as well. He stands at 6 feet 2 inches weighing around 200 pounds. Most of the time he is wearing old plaid shirts, jeans, and steel-toed boots. The best word to describe his essence is intimidating. Character Synopsis ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ A military brat if there ever was one, Colton grew around the world. His dad was an officer, so Colton learned quickly how to behave and follow orders. The school was an obstacle for him to overcome, soldiers only need high school educations. From a young age Colton was a fighter, sometimes even getting kicked out of school before his family needed to relocate. Of course, his father always praised him for fighting, shows enthusiasm. Eventually, Colton did graduate high school taking an extra year from missing so many classes. He was able to join the military, but it only lasted less than a year. Kicked out for punching a commanding officer. His father at that point did not want anything to do with him. Colton was abandoned… which was the best thing that ever happened to him. Quickly Colton picked himself up and found work. Jumping from a few different jobs, mostly getting fired from violent outbursts. Eventually, he settled for lumberjacking. It allowed him to be in the woods, his favorite place and allowed him to take his rage out on nature. He smashed trees down nearly twice as fast as any of the more experienced men. Soon he became known for his skills and started being recruited across America for logging projects. Traveling around the world going from forest to forest also allowed him to pick up his favorite hobby, hunting. Colton was a natural, he already knew the layout of the forest so he could easily locate the best spots to hunt. It was something about the thrill of the hunt that got him excited, the killing was just so much fun. He would even take some rich guys out there and help them bag a buck or even shoot a bear for fun. That was when he met his wife. Susan Meredith a rich woman from a rich family. She heard about the lumberjack hunter and needed to experience it for herself. A large man and a tough woman out in the woods trying to kill animals, well one thing led to another and they were married. Her family despised Colton but he did not mind it, in fact, he was used to it. Susan and Colton continued traveling the world cutting trees and hunting animals. It was lung cancer that got her in the end. She died at 50. A slow and painful death. Colton watched as she died in his arms unable to do anything. He was able to afford a nice funeral for her and mourn her appropriately. They never had children. Their legacy will die when he does. So Colton went back to work getting slower now chopping trees. The most recent job was in Alaska, simple, some trees need removal for a new construction site. That was when he got the call. His father passed away in his sleep. They would be holding his memorial at Pearl Harbor. Colton’s father was a survivor of the attack 80 some years ago and now the time had finally taken him. He would want to be buried with his fellow soldier at the bottom of that harbor. Colton agreed. It seemed his luck was turning around when he got a free plane ticket. He sat comfortably in his seat, just waiting to finally see his father again. Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Colton is an asshole. He was raised that way, and he continued to fill his dads shoes every day. He is a sensitive man but not the emotional type more of the physical, you hurt his feelings he hurts your face. Not the smartest guy in the room but the wisest, he knows his way around the street and he won’t be afraid to rub your face in it. He never believes he is in the wrong and diverts the blame to others, but when you are on his side he will carry you to the very end. He can be a dangerous weapon or a very useful tool, it all depends on how you interact with him. Relationships ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ N / A Miscellaneous ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ N / A

Sophia Staurt

SOPHIA STAURT

_______________________________________________ Sophia Danielle Staurt _______________________________________________ 21 | ♀ | Lithuanian/American _______________________________________________ Student studying Physcology | Straight | Dating _______________________________________________ Psychological Profile ___________________________________ [+] Likes: • Alternative Music • Smoking Weed or Cigarettes • Sarcasm • Fishing • Loyalty Dislikes: • Braggarts • Obnoxious People • Being alone Fears: • Flying • Heights Obviously Resources ___________________________________ [+] Skills: • Fishing • Sewing • Observing Individuals • Manipulative Paraphernalia: • Broken Phone • Rape Whistle • Compact Mirror

Appearance Details ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Sophia is a young white girl leaning more towards her Polish side over her Lithuanian. She has bright ginger hair that she tends to keep up to keep it out of her face. Her eyes are a bright blue which is one of the first things people notice about her after her hair. A victim of “Resting Bitch Face” Sophia gives off an impression of disinterest or disdain on first meeting, but as she always explains, it’s just her face. Standing around 5’4” and weighing at 110, her demeanor is small and timid compared to her snarky personality. She likes to wear baggy clothing mostly sweatshirts and jeans. She also has a neckless with a rape whistle on the end given to her by her mother for school. A tattoo on her right wrist of a rope being tugged from both sides causing the knot tied in the center to be under strain, symbolizing her parents’ divorce and the effect it has on her. Character Synopsis ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Born and raised in Alaska, Sophia has always been a small town girl. Thanks to her father’s job at the oil rig they were able to afford every necessity and then some. Her family was sitting very well off. Sophia quickly made friends with her neighbors and had a very privilege of childhood. Because of this Sophia thinks very fondly of how she was raised, being very grateful to her father for all that her supplies to their family and close to her mother who stayed home to raise her. It was a perfect childhood to grow up in leading to a perfect life. The big change was the divorce. Sophia's mother left her father for some guy in Hawaii. Aparently she felt too lonely during the weeks that Sophia’s father was on the rig. Sophia's mother had been seeing this guy for a few months and finally decided to end it with her husband and move in with her lover. The divorce ruined the finance of the family, taking half of what they own and moving across the world really puts the strain on a family. Soon the house was sold, Sophia’s mom was gone, and Sophia’s life was completely flipped upside down. Sophia stayed with her father trying to hold onto her old life, school, and friends. Unfortunately, everything changed. They had to sell the house and move to a more affordable neighborhood, so all her friends were left behind. After just a month of high school, Sophia changed from the bubbly charismatic girl into an anti-social loner. Then her dad had to go back to work meaning she had no supervision for at least two weeks. That was when the traveling started. Sophia was not able to stay home alone for weeks so she was sent to her mother’s while her father was at work, then would return when he would come back from the rig. At 14 Sophia became a frequent flyer, the first flight her father flew her down and dropped her off at her mother’s but after 4 flights back and forth she was alone. She loved visiting her mother, and her mother’s boyfriend was nice to her as well. It was the flying that Sophia hated. Being alone in the sky in a giant metal coffin just waiting to fall to the ground. As Sophia grew up she found ways to deal with her anxiety about the flight, it was just a simple herb to calm her down. Marijuana really impacted Sophia, positively and negatively. Unfortunate she was now known as the druggy at the school causing her to lose even more friends leaving her more isolated. On the other hand, it helped her deal with her anxiety and manage her emotions about the way her life has changed. It also introduced her to her longtime boyfriend, Brent. Brent was her dealer, but he was the only person that seemed to understand her. She knew that he was seeing other girls at the same time while she would spend weeks in Hawaii, but she did not care it was an emotional connection that she was craving. When Sophia turned 17 her father finally took her to the rig. This was the best time of her life. Her father taught her to fish in the ocean and allowed her to learn what he did to earn money to support her. This was also the moment he finally noticed that Sophia was not doing well. He became much more involved in her life when he was around taking her fishing as often as he could and helped her start applying for colleges. Soon Sophia stopped flying down to her mother and was trusted to stay home by herself while her father was at work. Sophia finally was doing well in school even making a few new friends. Her relationship with her father really helped her get her life back together and soon she was accepted into the University of Alaska Anchorage for phycology. She was still dating Brent and smoked a healthy amount of pot every week, the only major difference was she was not visiting her mom nearly as much. Obviously, she felt bad about it, but being split between two different worlds was ruining her life and she could not survive that type of lifestyle. After 2 more years of school, she got a phone call from her mother, asking if she would want to come down and try fishing in warmer waters. Sophia felt confident in her classes that she could take a week off and have some fun with her mom besides she never got to fish down there before it would be a completely different experience. She bought her plane ticket and was dropped off at the airport by her dad. When she arrived at the airport she was so excited that she nearly forgot to smoke a little to calm herself. After trying to light one up in the nearest bathroom and then being detained and having her drug of choice confiscated she ended up missing her flight. Luckily for her, there was a new type of airline offering free tickets. Sophia stood in front of the gate with her ticket and 20 other passengers, her palms began to sweat, and her heart began to quicken. All she could do was tell herself that she had taken tons of flights before and there was nothing to be afraid of… everything will turn out fine. Boy how wrong she was. Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Sophia is an introvert with a big mouth. More of a whisperer than a talker she always has something to say. Not much for group settings she prefers to stay with one or two people and be close to them. Sarcasm and snark are the main ways she communicates with others which most find rude or just annoying. The wall she puts up scares most friendly people away thinking she is mean or cruel, which she easily can be, but underneath all the shell is a kind girl. Growing up in with the split family it takes a lot for someone to gain her trust and once it’s gained she is always waiting for it to be broken. Sophia also seems to gravitate to older men as friends, seemingly because she was so close to her father. This also explains why she is closed off against other women, seeing them as the divide in her family like her mother was. She believes everyone has an evil side to them it is just circumstances that really bring out the true nature to an individual. Relationships ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ N / A Miscellaneous ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ N / A

The Kings Battle of the Bands 1x1

Theme: Seven Nation Army- The White Stripes

Thousands of these fliers appeared all over the world in just one day, no one knew who put them up or where they came from but in just one day everyone knew about The King. The rules were simple, write your bands name on the back of the flier, drop it off in a post box then wait for your confirmation. You will be given an opponent and a location. The survivor will move onto the next round and so on until there is only one band standing. The rewards are greater than anything you could ever imagine, but if you lose, no one will remember your name. It’s a game of risk and reward, put it all out there and you get everything you could dream of.

Now it is up to you, gather your friends, bandmates even find that stranger that drums on the street corner. This is your moment to make your dreams come true.

Thank you for giving this a read. I know its short but I want to keep it a little mysterious. This is not a long lasting roleplay, most of the event will take place within a day and after it will end unless it goes off the rails of what I have planned which happens most of the time. The main theme of this Roleplay is the battle between the bands, we can discuss a type of system that makes it fun for both of us, but I was picturing a type of Scott Pilgrim type of battle of the bands. Obviously, this is more of a supernatural type of battle of the bands, there is also a twist that comes with participating that will be revealed once we begin.

What I am looking for. Really you can be anyone you want to be here. Your character does have to be human and it will be modern. You can be male or female and can play whatever instrument they like. They will need to be a part of a band to compete though and their backstory will be very important since your bandmates will probably have known you prior to this event. We can work together crafting the backstory of your character so that way he or she fits in well with the world. I want this to be campy and fun, it can be as serious or as fun as you want to make it. Also, you get to pick your own songs that your band will be competing with! I am very flexible with my stories and this one has a story for it all of the other details can be tossed and turned any way you would like!

So please send me a message and we can start Rock’n out!

Jazzy's interest check for odd ideas [Open for one more! New Plot!]

UPDATED! One new plot and I am open to one more new roleplay. Still, have one going on from the last interest check and I have a bit more free time nowadays so just tossing the line out there. Please PM me with interest!

Jazzy's interest check for odd ideas [Open for one more! New Plot!]

Rework of some old ideas and added a couple new one! Message me with interest!

Jazzy's interest check for odd ideas [Open for one more! New Plot!]

Hey, I have some more free time so I am opening it up for one more. Feel free to PM me if interested in either of these ideas.

Jazzy's interest check for odd ideas [Open for one more! New Plot!]

Hey everyone! Thank you all for your interest, I am so grateful to have so much interest in my ideas. If I have not contacted you yet I will be sending out messages shortly letting you know what I am thinking. I will be closing this interest check for now and probably opening it back up in the future when my roleplays come to an end. Once again thank you all so much!