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I do also like apocalyptic or post-apocalyptic themes, maybe somehow involving space themes or superheros? I have nothing to go off of, I apologize.
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Howdy friends,
I am in search of a partner to create a one x one, sci-fi/futuristic, possibly philosophical(ish), superhero(ish), something... roleplay with me.
I'm interested in doing a space-themed rp- something like Lost in Space (2018), possibly that Earth One could have been overcome by some alien or disease which left a group of people to be selected into traveling to a New World. Further details will be discussed. Star Trek based, Doctor Who based, Marvel? I'm open to really anything.
As for rating, I would say this would be a mature audience, with mature content being shared including, but not limited to possible sex, violence, gore, blood, swearing, and other mature themes.
I don't have a lot to go off of, but I'm hoping that's where you come in. I look forward to our future rp-baby together.
I am in search of a partner to create a one x one, sci-fi/futuristic, possibly philosophical(ish), superhero(ish), something... roleplay with me.
I'm interested in doing a space-themed rp- something like Lost in Space (2018), possibly that Earth One could have been overcome by some alien or disease which left a group of people to be selected into traveling to a New World. Further details will be discussed. Star Trek based, Doctor Who based, Marvel? I'm open to really anything.
As for rating, I would say this would be a mature audience, with mature content being shared including, but not limited to possible sex, violence, gore, blood, swearing, and other mature themes.
I don't have a lot to go off of, but I'm hoping that's where you come in. I look forward to our future rp-baby together.
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Charlotte wandered her way back up from the courtyard, in order to get back to her quarters she had to pass the Great Hall. Meandering her way upstairs her black robe flew behind her with every step she took. She entered through a set of solid wood doors that had intricate designs carved into them. Stepping into the hall way she saw him sitting with a few other Slytherins.
Rolling her eyes she went and entered a mixed group of first-years, all in different houses. Their chatter quieted as she approached and Charlotte smiled. "Hi guys! Did you guys enjoy the feast? How was the sorting hat?" After she spoke their eyes light up and all began to speak at once, telling the fun things they experienced prior that evening. "My name is Charlotte, some of you may have met me earlier. I'm a Hufflepuff prefect!" A few of other older Hufflepuff's joined their group and they all started talking about their summer. One kid spend the summer taking apart muggle toys and creations. One kid spent the summer working on charms and potions. One spent their summer playing quidditch. Charlotte eased herself against the wall adjacent to them, pulling a muggle book out of her pocket, Shakespeare, she began reading.
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Charlotte sat with her head leaned against the window. As they turned around the bend, the magnificent castle came into the distance. Charlotte was surprised that it looked the same since the Second Wizarding War. Even though it was two years ago, it felt like a lifetime ago. Now, a seventh year the young, freshly turned seventeen year old got off the train. Despite her being a seventh year, she was considered a lot younger compared to her wizard-colleagues, they were at least 6 months older than her. Seeing some first years in distress Charlotte guided them to their appropriate boat.
Arriving at the entrance, the castle was decorated from head to toe in house colors. Awaiting for the doors to open, Charlotte overheard a Slytherin speak slyly under his breath, scaring a few first years. Rolling her eyes she continued to show some of the wee first years to the Great Hall for their ceremony. Charlotte, a Hufflepuff prefect, waiting outside the Great Hall, to direct new Hufflepuffs to the Common Room noticed Tomas, a Slytherin, approaching her.
"Can I help you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. 'You've gotta lot of nerve...'
"Excuse me? I don't know what you remember, but you didn't even take me down... in the first place. So, I don't know what makes you think you can... "again." I'm the head of my class and from what I know, you seem to be the last of yours. It's not my fault that your slimy colleagues did something against house rules." She stated with aggression with piercing eyes.
Since the past two years, Charlotte had matured... body wise and Tomas did as well. His previously round face now structured. Towering over her, Charlotte looked up at him and narrowing her green eyes. Watching him, she noticed he seemed to be examining her figure. "Ugh." she said as she turned on her heel and moved across the entry way.
As soon as the students exited the Great Hall, Charlotte casted lumos to get the first-year Hufflepuff's attention. As they gathered, she began to speak. "Hello everyone, my name is Charlotte and I am one of your prefects this year. Please follow me to our Common Room." With her wand in air as a guide for the large group that followed, she lead them to across the room to a staircase that lead to the dungeons, where the Common Room lay. As she walked across the room she gazed back at Tomas before looking ahead and leading her group down the stairwell.
Once in the common room, Charlotte explained to the first-years a minor break down of what to expect the following weeks and that she is happy to help them with anything they needed. "It's getting late, so everyone should have their assigned quarters. If you follow me, I can lead you to them." Leading the group down the hallway, she led them to their chambers.
At Hogwarts, students were not only separated by house but also by year. After she led the first-years, those merely 11 years old, she walked her way out to the courtyards to relax before going to her quarter.
Well butter my biscuits and call me a butterfly, I'm interested
Death eaters.
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