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15 days ago
Current 2025: Time to enter my Villain Era
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16 days ago
New Year, Same Me. Because since when was I the problem?
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28 days ago
Happy Holidays! Because I HAVE to be that person :)
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1 mo ago
Ummm I'm gay so I listen and I DEFINITELY judge
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3 mos ago
Happy Christmas everyone!
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Bio

Well now that I got the customary "post once" requirement out of the way....

HELLO

Welcome to my safe space. Well, about as safe as one space can be, I guess. If you are here looking for something, I am very sorry to disappoint you, but I made fresh cookies! Come sit a spell.

I guess I'll do some more in-depth stuff about myself. My name is Nick and I am 33 years old living in Illinois. I am a therapist and clinical responder (which is a fancy way of saying I go out on police calls to provide mental health assistance). Been doing therapy for a few years now and I absolutely love it!

I am a gay, cisgender man. I came out last year in January (smack dab in the middle of a pandemic. Timing was always my downfall). There is still much I am learning, but I am proud and happy to be who I really am and not have to hide it anymore!

I am an avid gamer, especially roleplaying games (cue surprised and shock noises). I also enjoy writing and reading, especially mysteries. I am not new to roleplay, I promise. I have been doing it for years now in different formats. I am experienced, even if it doesn't seem like it.

I use humor as a coping mechanism for sure, but I also like laughing and enjoying myself. Life can be pretty sad and upsetting for the most part and I don't want to add to it.

Whew! That got deep!

I will be poking my nose around in spaces and hoping to jump headfirst into this. Some interests I have in terms of roleplay settings include superheroes, DnD, science fiction/fantasy, mysteries, thrillers, horror stuffs, apocolypse, and espionage. And I am a fan of most things pop culture. If you have any suggestions or possible roleplays you think I would love, please let me know.

Otherwise, stick around! This is gonna get wild!

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As Jacqueline limped across the beach, ignoring the dead bodies in her wake, she noticed movement. At first, she worried it was local beasts smelling the fresh kills and hoping for a decent meal, but the figures were human-shaped. That didn't mean they weren't dangerous and Jacqueline cursed the Captain for removing her weapons.

As her eyes settled, she noted that they were part of the passengers on board alongside her. She hadn't made conversation with them, but she recognized them nonetheless. She limped her way over, noting everyone looked worse for wear. As she got closer, another figure on the ground moved. She became on guard again, wondering if the dead were coming back to life until she saw it was the Captain.

The options were not great, but it bet sitting on the beach cooking in the sun and waiting for gods knew what. If they were going to make this trek on foot, she would have to gear up. She scoured the beach for something, anything really, to help her. She saw a blade on the ground and almost cried tears of joy until she noted the cutlass was rusty. It would do in a pinch, but she would have to either fix that or find another weapon. She also saw a bottle of rum. She picked it up before any of the greedy others got their mitts on it. She poured a fair amount on the wound, feeling the sting of alcohol hitting the broken flesh. It would do for now. She then took a hearty swig before offering the bottle up. Drink up! Who knows when we will get another chance." It was probably stupid of her to drink rum over water, but if she got drunk enough perhaps she wouldn't notice she died of dehydration.

She gazed at the jungle. "I say we go through the jungle. Grab any weapons we have. You never know what lurks there." She raised her cutlass, letting it glint off the sun. She assumed the others could handle themselves, but one never knew with men.
@Morose

I think I'll apply to this one. I kind of like the idea of the school aspect with young heroes. I should have a sheet up sometime this week.
Been dealing with some tense depressive episodes, but I feel better this week. I should be able to get a post up this week sometime.
This looks interesting too! Dang....I am in a decent amount of RPs and now I don't know if I want to join this, or Blue's. If I had to pick I am leaning more towards this as it is a new one whereas Blue's (though incredible and respectable) seems to be long-standing and, if I am being honest, I am somewhat intimidated in joining an RP that has been going on for a bit.

I am keeping an eye on this, for sure though.
@BlueSky44

Excited!

Will probably get something up either tomorrow after work or Monday when I am off :)
I am also interested in superheroes, if you have room for more, of course
I'm leaning towards making an FBI character, possibly a profiler-type
B L A C K C A N A R Y
B L A C K C A N A R Y


Chapter 1: The Lonely Hearts Club



"Summer has come and passed, the innocent can never last..."


Dinah stood there on the stage of the Iceberg Lounge, getting herself lost in the music. She often did when she sang, especially with a song that hit too close to home. It had been years since she lost Oliver, but that didn't mean the hurt didn't rear its ugly head from time to time. "That's what grief does," her therapist had said to her. "There is no time frame for grief after a loss." What was she paying him for anyway if not to fix her?

But he had a point. She did not know if she would ever get over the hurt.

"Here comes the rain again,
Falling from the stars.
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are."


Dinah glanced over the audience as her words flowed to the corners of the room. She could not make out faces, just faceless silhouettes, enjoying their time together. She felt eyes on her, which on an average night would be welcomed. Appreciated even. But now she felt like her heart was on her chest being jabbed by nails and screws, each person looking at her, expecting her to burst from pain.

Deep breaths.

Don't let them see.

Don't let them in.

"As my memory rests, but never forget what I lost...."


Dinah had an appointment later. Well, it wasn't an appointment per se. That was what she referred to patrols as. She really, desperately needed to hit something and there was no better punching bag than a criminal. She debated on checking in to police dispatch and opted to just drive around and stop when it suited her.

She knew she was not in the proper headspace to do such, but she did not care. So long as she got bad guys off the streets, what did it matter if they had a broken arm or two. Her mind flashed to Batman, knowing he would say something. It was hard to respect the man she vehemently disagreed with. Wouldn't life's problems be solved if they were no longer running on the street or locked up in jail that they broke out of time and time again?

She shook it off. She needed a drink. Or twelve.

"Like my father's come to pass
Twenty years has gone so fast,
Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends."


She allowed the applause to reach her, giving a small bow before she exited the stage. She ignored the well-wishings, the "you were so good", and made her way to the bar. "Bourbon. Double it. Neat."

This was going to be a long night. She may as well be drunk for it.
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