There was no lack of formality in the long semesters required by Star Fleet command, but as the cadets of this most recent academy were assembled Rami felt that it was somehow...more. The ruffles and flourishes seemed sharper and cleaner, the soaring anthem of their institution somehow more jubilant. Even the uniforms seemed brighter, stiffer at the collars with their new blue epaulets. No longer could he or his classmates truly be considered cadets, or even the more advanced midshipmen. Following the successful completion of their training cruise they would each be commissioned officers of Star Fleet, eligible for assignment on any number of vessels going any number of places.
This was beginning of their careers. And Rami Mezaine had no doubt he would remember it for as long as he served. Would remember it as clearly as his father, who could recall almost every detail both mundane and sublime of his first tour of duty on the USS Gale. The USS Tucker seemed to gleam with that same bright potential-- and he was eager to reach out and take it.
Granted, the reaching out had taken some time. There had been little room for the parties and friend groups that Yacine Mezaine had waxed so poetical about in his stories from the academy. Command track required more academically, both of his time and of his performance, and pushing to finish near the top of his track had left Rami something of a dull boy. His friend group was large enough, but most social outings had tended toward study groups or shorter excursions that did not cut into time allocated for academia. It meant that when the years of study were done and training cruise had loomed close enough to begin looking around at potential shipmates, Rami was somewhat dismayed to realize that few faces were truly familiar.
Of course, until they were shipboard it was impossible to know for sure. Which made getting there a priority.
They had passed out the assignments to helmsman early, pinging to his personal data pad ten minutes before the whistle for general assembly. One of the duties of the bridge crew -and especially the helsman both at port and in motion- was the coordination of shuttles both to and from their bay and others. Knowing where all obstacles rested and the plan to operate around while entering and exiting port would fall to him, though while in flight and while plotting warp jumps such things would fall to the navigator.
Thankfully such duties spared Rami the crowded and slower shuttle drives, and so instead the 25 year old made his way to one of the activated transporter pads allocated for the day. There seemed to be no real ceremony, only a crisp nod from the officer manning the controls as he scanned in Rami's authorization and signalled to a glowing circle in question. He'd transported rarely enough that the warm rushing sensation of energization was almost alarming-- not there had been time to be truly frightened before the shimmering faded and he stood on the sterile pad in the Tucker's transport room.
It was real. He was home, for what would pass for home for as long as they were on assignment. The ship seemed alive under his feet, the Miranda class fairly humming with its FWF-1 and FIE-2 engines. Capable of up to warp 7 for 12 hours and rated for a cruise of Warp 5 the USS Tucker was not a ship designed to be idle-- and with luck soon he'd have the chance to watch her fly.
But there was protocol to be followed, and rules to live by. He'd not spent four years learning everything a helmsman needed to stumble at the starting line, and so his salute was a perfect 90/45 as he turned to the officer at the controls, mind flying through the procedures meant for boarding an assignment the first time.
Appearance Description: Dark of hair and eye, both a rich dark brown, his hair is kept short and swept slightly to one side. He works hard to maintain a fit figure, mostly because his body is prone to carry weight if he is not careful, and has expressive brows that -along with sharp cheekbones and a narrow chin- present an angular face. With a wicked grin that holds an appreciation for a good joke he knows himself to be attractive enough, but is also not so arrogant as to assume that nonhuman tastes would find him thus.
Starfleet Record: Division: Command and Control
Role: Helm/Communications
Academy Major:Command and Control, Navigation
Academy Minor(s): Linguistics
Personal Information: Born on Alpha III, Rami was raised an only child by his fathers who both served the colonization program as federation engineers. He grew up in and around ships -and the people who served on them- and always had a strong head for language and mathematics. He was tapped early in primary school for astrogation skills and attended a Federation command track high school before his acceptance in into the academy where he excelled.
As a student he had a large group of friends, and was cheerful in his acceptance of ‘that guy who is good at math’-- and so found welcome in any number of study groups. Partying was not something he indulged in often, keenly aware that sobriety and command were important partners, but neither was he a complete shut in.
So far his career goals include helmsman and/or communications officer and working his way eventually into his own command. He is an instinctive pilot, scoring very high in his field and receiving high marks across the board. His experience spans the ship field that Star Fleet offers and he is flight tested for orbital, suborbital, warp and subwarp speeds. He is also a talented star charter and electro-cartographer.
Other Details: Rami is a chatty person, in about fifteen languages, and enjoys stories and legends/mythos from across the galaxy. But he is also serious in his career goals, and while not above fun and relaxation at times is focused on his performance.
Hey guys! Just a quick bit about me, then we'll jump to what really matters. I'm a 34 year old call center supervisor who works full time nights and has too much free time because of it. I love to role play, but right now some of mine are not very active, so I wanted to open a few more. I have a plot for almost every idea that I am going to post. I prefer MxM in almost all situations, but that being said I will also usually accept an MxF request depending on the plot. There are some ideas that I will only accept Mxm on, and I will clearly mark those. I do not play female characters well, despite being one myself. Don't know why, just struggle to be interested in writing them.
I can post at least three times a week if not more, though if there is a delay I will tell you if I can't for some reason. I try to write between 2-5 paragraphs a post, and I ask that you fall in that range as well.
Okay, so, now the hard part is over. Idea time! If you like something, please PM me!
Modern Fantasy -Wizard x Client (plot) -Witch/Wizard x Cop (plot) -Cop x Supernatural Being (plot) -Werewolf x Park Ranger (plot)
Modern -Bad Girl x Shy/Good Guy (plot) -Jock x Academic -Unexpected Laird x Steward (Plot) - Pilot x Frequent Flyer or airport staff -Any kind of Hallmark-esque slice of life stories
Please suggest!
Plots
During a slow day, one of our characters walks into an innocuous shop. They must have passed it a thousand times before, but today there is actually time to peruse it, and the signs on the door-"Wizard in residence", "Spells Cast by Appointment Only"- always seemed to point to a sarcastic and interesting owner. It seems like a nice way to kill a few minutes, so they go in.
Turns out? Not so innocuous. And a few minutes with the owner leaves the character shaky and lost. How did this stranger know about their darkest secret, and what did they mean, 'marked for greater things?'....
So Basically, looking at a role play where some one goes into a stand alone magic shop, just for fun. Turns out the owner is a bone fide wizard, and can sense that the person has some kid of power attached to them. It concurs with the weird things the customer as experienced their whole life, and they are suddenly faced with a choice: walk away and try to pretend that everything is okay, or go back and learn who they really are...
The serial killer is the talk of the whole city. He sneaks into secure homes and businesses, somehow overpowers his victims, then rapes and murders them in a grotesque fashion. The police are struggling to find a connection--until a man comes to then with information on the killer, and the fear that they will be next....
Basically, there is a black magic wizard who is raping and killing people to try and perform some big summons. The wizard-y community refuses to involve human authorities in the case, but when something strikes close to home a man decides that enough is enough. They make an 'anonymous' tip to the police, but after only a few hours there is a detective at their door demanding answers, and both suddenly find themselves stuck with unwilling partners.
The werewolf character was bitten years ago while hiking in a national park. His change was rough and time consuming, and by the time he had control of it it was too late to go back to his human life. He'd been declared missing, presumed dead, and there was no good way to explain his absence without arousing suspicion. So he 'goes wild', staying in the vastness of the national park relatively undetected. His changed form is very similar to a wolf, and it's easy enough to blend in when there are people around.
But, after a few years of his chosen exile, he hears shouting. A search party, for a little girl. His human heart won't let him ignore it, and his keen senses find the child in less then a day. The girl will shock her rescuers with the story of the 'nice man who carried me to the ranger station', but refused to come in or even tell her his name. Most rescuers are ready to chalk it up to a childish imagination, and are just happy to have her back. But one ranger listens to her description, and is reminded of the one rescue he was never able to finish. Could that man still be out there?
Basically, a park ranger and a werewolf on national park land both know the other exists. They catch sight of each other occasionally, and for some reason the werewolf always helps with search and rescue missions. But then there is some sort of accident, and the park ranger is stranded and injured. Is it time to break the silence between them, or has it been too long for the werewolf to remember how to love like a human?
The really tall apartment buildings, the ones with very expensive pent house suites, often hire window washers to work overnight, so as not to ruin their tenant's view. One particular tenant is...a bit of a night owl. They begin to see the window washer every night, and a friendly relationship of scrawled notes and hand gestures provides more companionship then the vampire has had in years. But when an enemy of their past returns, and the window washer witnesses the attack, the vampire's enemies will go after him for sure. Which leaves the vampire with a moral dilemma: tell their friend the truth, and possibly risk the presence of actual living human blood too tempting to resist, or live the the knowledge that their friend would have died because of them.
It is a normal morning on a farm in Montana. A young man, in his late teens, has been given the job of running the trap lines for a few weeks while his father is resting from a broken ankle. About three miles from the house, he finds something astonashing: a large Zhuyin-half man, half snake- is caught in one of the steel traps. At first terrified, the boy slowly begins to realize that the creature is probably around his own age, and terrified of the human. He opens the trap and sets the thing free. The other boy thanks him, and over the course of the summer they become friends. But during the winter the two have no contact, and for the rest of his childhood he will never see his friend again.
Transport -set number- of years. The boy is now in college, studying for his masters in Folk Lore and Anthropology. He is still fascinated by these things, and during the research for his papers he comes across an entry for the creature that was once, long ago, his friend. Determined now to prove, even to himself, that the whole thing really happened, he sets off for a backpacking trip of discovery. Bit will he live everything he finds?
When financial circumstances force a model student to move from his home in the suburbs to an apartment in the city, he isn't sure how to cope. It's frightening and isolated, and all his friends don't know how to treat him now. And to make things worse, he thinks one of the guys downstairs is either stalking him or trying to flirt.
Even worse? He sort of wants to flirt back
When a man who was given up for adoption in the US at his birth gets a letter years later informing him that he is inheriting both a massive Scottish estate and the title with it, he has no idea what to do. His adoptive parents urge him to at least look at it, pointing out that it might help with the closure he never got when his birth parents refused contact with him. For an underemployed recent college graduate, the idea of spending the rest of his life in a castle isn't really all that bad.
Until he meets the steward of the estate, the man in charge of running it while he was gone. A man his own age, who resents a stranger coming in and ruining everything. When the two clash about every decision, is there no way the can be friends?
Bean Sidhe/Banshee, who could work with a homicide detective or missing persons detective
Incubus/Vampire, who could also help with homicide or missing persons
A Domovik(slavic house spirit who protects a dwelling or family) who wants to help avenge a murder
A Faerie (one of the old school Irish ones, not a Tinkerbell) whose lands have been destroyed and attaches to a new area
Thanks for reading! Feel free to PM me with any questions.
Appearance Description: Dark of hair and eye, both a rich dark brown, his hair is kept short and swept slightly to one side. He works hard to maintain a fit figure, mostly because his body is prone to carry weight if he is not careful, and has expressive brows that -along with sharp cheekbones and a narrow chin- present an angular face. With a wicked grin that holds an appreciation for a good joke he knows himself to be attractive enough, but is also not so arrogant as to assume that nonhuman tastes would find him thus.
Starfleet Record: Division: Command and Control
Role: Helm/Communications
Academy Major:Command and Control, Navigation
Academy Minor(s): Linguistics
Personal Information: Born on Alpha III, Rami was raised an only child by his fathers who both served the colonization program as federation engineers. He grew up in and around ships -and the people who served on them- and always had a strong head for language and mathematics. He was tapped early in primary school for astrogation skills and attended a Federation command track high school before his acceptance in into the academy where he excelled.
As a student he had a large group of friends, and was cheerful in his acceptance of ‘that guy who is good at math’-- and so found welcome in any number of study groups. Partying was not something he indulged in often, keenly aware that sobriety and command were important partners, but neither was he a complete shut in.
So far his career goals include helmsman and/or communications officer and working his way eventually into his own command. He is an instinctive pilot, scoring very high in his field and receiving high marks across the board. His experience spans the ship field that Star Fleet offers and he is flight tested for orbital, suborbital, warp and subwarp speeds. He is also a talented star charter and electro-cartographer.
Other Details: Rami is a chatty person, in about fifteen languages, and enjoys stories and legends/mythos from across the galaxy. But he is also serious in his career goals, and while not above fun and relaxation at times is focused on his performance.
"Can you call yourself an advanced writer if you don't write nonbinary characters?" "Can you call yourself an advanced writer if you only write fantasy roleplays?"
etc etc.
Writing a specific genre, gender, etc. has no impact on whether or not you're an advanced roleplayer. What makes an advanced roleplayer, at least in regards to RPG, is the quality of your writing, not what you RP.
free/casual/advanced are arbitrary segmentations made to give people a rough shot of what to expect from you, and people often use them as stand-ins for "short/medium/long posts"
Advanced only means what you want it to mean, with the footnote that pretty much everyone will agree that one-liners aren't exactly advanced-level writing.
RPing is also a form of self-expression, so I'm hardly surprised some people would only want to tackle one type of character or theme.
You know what, that's fair on both counts. I really appreciate your insight.