Manda

Getting back into it; looking for a partner!

@Dynamo Frokane For sure!! Lay 'em on me! @ineffable Do you wanna see what he has on his mind, or would you like a 1x1?

Henri's Search [M/M | 18+ | OPEN]

Hello~~ I am very interested in your plot "The Game"! I really want to hear more!

Getting back into it; looking for a partner!

Hello, my name is Manda!

I thought that I would try to bring myself back into the roleplayer community, however I returned to find it pretty dead...
There are a few people still active here though, so I was wondering if anyone would like to give it a shot!
I'm pretty open to anything; I can do M-18+, M/M, M/f, F/F, fantasy, modern, etc.
If you have a good idea, I'm usually willing to build on it or roll with what you got!

Please let me know if you're interested or have any ideas that you wish to throw around!

I can also do PM roleplaying and skype if you'd feel more comfortable!

McHaggis - Looking for Partners

Hello!! You seem like a very interesting partner, so I was surprised to see no responses here.. ;;
I'm a college student who has stumbled on some free time, so I thought I'd get back into it.
I'm very comfortable with off-site correspondence, and your plot "Yours Truly" sounds very interesting!
I hope you will respond and we can get to talking <3

The Milton Hillside Library

Henri Ji Hyung
Male
Bisexual
17; Senior
His life at home is by no means horrible. It's pretty normal, actually. They're well off, living in a small home a few miles away from the school. His mother and father split up sometime around the time he entered high school, but that was just officially. They lived apart for many years prior. He has a half sister who is about the same age (That was the catalyst for the split), but she's a bit of a troublesome girl. Henri prefers to spend most of his time in his bedroom to avoid interaction with the family. It really isn't that he doesn't like them, it's just easier to concentrate. He enjoys silence, and being an artist, he utilizes the time to draw and think up what to do next. He's almost too dedicated to his hobby (as his father says). Henri spends all of his time doing this, and thus hardly ever studies. His grades weren't ever the best (earning him stereotypical asian jokes from both his peers and half sister), and his father is always worried, and sometimes a little irrational. But, what can you do? Henri spends most of his time alone, using school as an excuse to leave the house just long enough to get away from the impending stress of his family. Of course they don't mean harm. However, he can't help but wonder. The only other thing aside art that he cares about is baseball. He might look a little skimpy on the muscle side, but he doesn't really play competitively anymore. He gave up his sports in order to pursue his hobby. He would say it's better this way.

Henri is a very soft spoken boy. He prefers to do things his own way, and usually only when he feels up to it. He prefers the company of himself, to stick to drawing and reading. He rarely ever speaks to anybody out of sheer unwillingness, and won't speak during class unless he really has to. Not that it really matters. It seems to others that he's a lazy person, being that he doesn't do well in school, and he hardly remembers anyone's name (no matter how much you talk to him, nothing personal), but Henri is actually quite the opposite. He has a great deal of motivation, but his downfall is that it only extends to things that he actually really cares about. Henri's a very honest person, no matter the situation. He'll tell you what he honestly thinks, only if you ask though.

Ah, I usually don't write these kinds of things. I prefer to leave things up to the course of the rp. I apologize if it seems a bit awful...

The Milton Hillside Library

Ah! I'm so sorry, I got caught up with family business~~ I'll work on my profile and edit it into this post.

The Milton Hillside Library

Yes! Same for me as well? (-:

Manda & Tristan!

Her next question left him thinking… He was sure he knew the guy---or… or did he? He knew that he was killed---or maybe died on the way to the hospital… or did he die at the hospital? Nabris really wasn’t sure anymore… but if he was dead, then how was he alive in this laboratory? The only other rational answer was that he slipped into a coma… He swallowed slowly, dropping his hand back to his side. She wanted to know if he knew the man who was shouting, though...Or---or wait.

He thought for a long moment, hardly noticing when she stood up to look at her cell phone… Perhaps it was a woman? It was definitely a woman, and she was calling out to him… He had to of known her.

“I-I did--! I kne--” He stopped in his tracks, noticing that the door had just closed, and her phone lay face up with the screen still lit. She left so suddenly---it must have been something she read--no. That was an invasion of privacy, he shouldn’t… He stepped over to it quick, before the screen could go black and stared down at it, golden eyes reading the message through carefully…

What was this? A weapon? Did this text message refer to him as a weapon...? Now that he thought of it, why was he in this laboratory anyway? With these strange doctors and---and… He dropped the phone and looked around, a frantic feeling growing in the pit of his stomach.

What the hell was going on?

Manda & Tristan!

Nabris stood nearby and slowly sunk his hands into the pockets of the soft trousers. What was she going to ask...? This was a hospital... wasn't it---well, it looked more like a laboratory. Besides, if that other woman was a doctor, he wanted to file a lawsuit right away! She'd probably ask some run of the mill questions about his pain levels or prescribe him some pills. She was a doctor, wasn't she? However, what she ended up asking was far more ambiguous than he could have asked for... He swallowed slowly and lowered his head... Things weren't quite lining up---and her question was a good one.

Why was he here...? It seemed a bit peculiar that he couldn't remember much at all aside from his name and vague breaks in his awful dream... Think, Nabris. She asked you about what "happened that day". What was she talking about, anyway?

"You're referring to... why I'm here...?" He confirmed to himself, more than to ask her. Slowly, he took a hand out of his pocket and gently ran his thumb nail over his bottom lip... "I don't remember much at all... really... Just a lot of pain, and blood---I remember lying in the snow." Nabris muttered, squeezing his eyes shut and running a hand over his face. "I-It was so cold---I remember hearing shouts, but I can't make out what they're saying---and then everything went dark."

Manda & Tristan!

He watched in relief when the witch (Svetlana, apparently) left the room. Alana was much more pleasant to look at. She had a tired face, but gentle features and a kind voice. He liked Alana much better. She spoke to him about the liquid oxygen; so it wasn’t water that he was submerged in. Nabris nodded quietly before trying to get onto his feet with a grunt of effort.

“Thank you---” He said quietly, turning away from her and gratefully taking the undergarments she laid aside and sliding them over his exposed lower half.

“It’s freezing in here…” Nabris commented, looking over at Alana again when she mentioned Svetlana, and then asked him a question.

“I believe that she’s a wicked one… and uh…” He trailed off, eyes narrowing and then squeezing shut for a split moment. “Ah---it’s… it’s Nabris… right? That’s my name.” His golden eyes were wide when he reached for the clothes, taking them from her hands carefully and picking a shirt from the pile. He slid it on over his head, wincing at the fact that the fabric stuck to the blood on his back.

“Where do I go now?” Nabris asked as he slid on a pair of cotton jogging pants.