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Lets have an adventure!

Ayo! You like adventure? Cause ya might be in the right place if ya do.

I'm looking for someone who would be down to RP multi-character concepts and aren't afraid of world building and plotting together. I usually hover around casual/advanced, and would like to RP with someone who can at least match me in post size; not looking for a novelist, just someone who knows how to put a lil' meat and detail into their writing. Having a good grasp on english/grammar/spelling is nice too, but I'm pretty chill and only require that you can write clearly enough for me to understand and respond to. I'm pretty flexible on gender/character types, and would prefer a partner who can play an array of characters too. I'm not really looking for anything that is primarily pairing based, but that isn't to say i'm not interested in romance at all; it could and probably will happen, but I don't want the focus of the RP to be just that pairing. As far as mature themes go, I'm okay with gore/violence//badjokes/curses/etc. but have a hard time with anything past kissing, so any of that would have to fade to black.

Now, onto themes/rp concepts~
I'm honestly down for whatever ya can throw at me, but if ideas are what you need, I've got plenty.

Shit I'd like to do:
sailors/pirates/adventurers crew (I'm a big one piece fan. also sky pirates are on the table.)
any sort of modern day fantasy (modern magic/demons/ijustwokeupandcanseeghosts/whatever. I love mixing fantasy with the real world, so i'm open to a lot.)
Historical stuff (I'd love to do something within the venetian republic, or vikings. Idk, throw some ideas at me.)
Zombie apocalypse/post-apocalyptic (I have a lot of strange ideas sitting in this territory.)
prison-break/mutant-prison break (whichever works. If you steer away from fantasy though, ya might not like me much.)
Mafia/gangs/turf wars
Pokemon
super heros/super villians/super vigilantes

I'm not very good at putting together lists, but ya get the idea. I'm pretty open to any other plot ideas though, so don't be afraid to shoot me a request with something original. Should my little thread catch your interest, then feel free to shoot me a PM and we can start chatting see what we come up with together. Otherwise, thanks for reading and have a nice day~

(o v o)/

A City on Fire

@KiwiBaer its all good bro. I've got the patience of a saint. = v =/

Cinis

Name: Spencer L. Black

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Appearance:
Biography/History: Spencer doesn't remember the first sweep of dreams that plagued the world and began this horrible chain of events, because at the time, she was only ten years of age, and a lot of what happened, both in the waking world and that of her dreams, has been obscured by time and flames, and her own stubborn refusal to dig any of it to the surface. The only real solid piece of memory she holds is that of the lingering smell of smoke, like burning tires, thick and smokey, which she often recalled smelling at night before she went to sleep in her childhood home, despite there being no real explanation or source to the smell. Aside from that small detail, the dreams do not affect Spencer while she grows up, only ever coming to the forefront of her thought when she smelt something similar- bonfires, grilling, all of it left a close impression, but nothing as exact as what she remembers. She always supposed that it was because it was just an old memory, probably long faded into obscurity now. Sadly, she was very wrong...

Twelve years later, Spencer is attending college in pursuit of a business degree, but still lives with her parents and younger brother out of convenience. Her bedroom sits on the ground floor, unlike everyone else who's slept somewhere upstairs. She would always claim it was for the best, as she was the most capable of chasing out a burglar, having been a devoted kickboxing but since she was 15. She has grown to become a strong and confident young woman, and is intent on not letting anything keep her down. That night she chambles into bed like she might any night, and slowly drifts to sleep, unaware of the obscure, scarring dream that would occur that night, bringing with it the birth of newfound abilities in the form of a destructive curse. In her unconscious, paralyzed state of horror, watching as the horrific images in her dream unraveled and tortured her mind. In the real world, however, she was actually lashing out, and with unconscious effort, began to light herself and her bed on fire.

The blaze grew quickly, swallowing the first floor of the house in bright orange long before anyone had noticed the fire. By the time that firefighters and first responders were on the scene, the second story was already alight, and no one sat outside. By the end of the night, it was determined that only one person survived the fire with severe burns, while the rest of her family perished in the heat and smoke. The story hit news the next morning, revealing the survivors identity as Spencer Black, a now orphaned college student who was somehow being accused of starting the fire.

Spencer herself woke up in the ICU of the city hospital, feeling dizzy and out of it, and loosely sore and warm. She recalls drifting in and out while nurses and doctors checked on her every once in awhile, or food was given. Mostly, she only remembers the food, and how strangely delicious and energizing it made her feel. She must just have been too tired, she thought then, but recalls feeling much more lively after a couple days of solid meals and rest. The doctors and nurses seemed to note the faster-than-usual pace of her healing as well though, seeming alarmed and confused at first, but didn't push the matter as they were a busy place already, and could always use a free bed sooner rather than later. Spencer ended up checking herself out within the week, receiving ugly green replacement garments from a nurse before leaving, as her previous ones had been burned in the fire, along with her hair, mostly melted, so the had to shave the rest off. As she healed though, it began to feel as though it might grow back, if allowed to.

Without a home or family to really go back too, and with the police asking questions about the cause of the fire, Spencer ended up skipping town after collecting what she could from what few friends she had to rely on. It was enough for clothes and food, at least, so she didn't complain. No, instead she would focus on the dream she had had, the one that had caused all of this carnage to occur, hoping to figure out and decode that it had done to her, and what it had all meant.

Personality: After the dreams and the death of her parents, events that happened so quickly together, Spencer has become quite clammed up and distant towards others, often seeming lost in her own thoughts or irritated with something. The latter moods often lead her to lashing out at others with harsh comments and sometimes even the occasional flash of fire and sparks. She can be very blunt with how she talks, and filters it all through a general, bitter sarcasm that comes with having seen all that she has. She can't exactly say she's lost her mind, but she certainly isn't so sure of how stable she is after everything thus far. Sometimes she has nightmares of dark caves filled with smoke and flames, echoing with the screams of her family. Sometimes she'll wake up in a bed of cinder and smoke, flames climbing up whatever was closer to her while she slept. The fear of harming others or being harmed herself has left her reeling from people, and often drifting through cities at night, and camping whenever she can.

Power: Spencer is able to create, manipulate, and spread fire from thin air, often beginning by sprouting it from somewhere on her body, such as her arms or legs. Her skin is not immune to burning, however, only built to slow the process, so the longer she uses her abilities to create fire, the worse her own burns will be. She has noted that, if she receives treatment quickly enough after fighting and then binges on calorie rich snacks, she ends up healing several times faster than the normal rate of a human, as well as leaving behind no visible scarring or remnants of ever being burned. as if she herself too became a fire that only needed fuel to continue to burn on.

Anything else?: Spencer has spent years before the final dreams occurred learning how to kickbox, which has proven to translate very well with her newer abilities, to the point that she sometimes thinks of it as a sick type of fate. She is currently drifting through cities, like a bum, dumpster diving and hunting small animals to survive, and mostly avoids people like the plague unless it'll serve her some purpose to be interested.

Theme Song(s): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qDtTaoUgZJc
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FoJD-ArBKZ8

A City on Fire

~Pidgeon~

Wanda took the file obediently, not waiting for the man to explain before opening it and scanning its contents carefully; she still listened as Kestrel gave his orders, noting to herself the emphasis on avoiding any conflicts with Familia, understanding easily the importance in not starting any unneeded conflict in an already conflicting situation.

"Understood." she chirped back when Kestrel ended his sentence, her attention already on her new assignment. There was already a heavy stream of planning being folded together in the girls head as she ran the new orders around in her head; researching a civilian would be a breeze, she thought, but dealing with Familia was an entirely different story. Wanda wondered if she should reach out to someone high in the food-chain, or somehow find a way to contact their leader directly. Kestrel did say that she should be very, very polite, and in all her own lessons on what polite was, it meant going to someone directly to ask a favor. That could be dangerous though, given the circumstances, so the blonde was left to chew that dilemma while she mindlessly reached into her purse and pulled out her handheld device, powering it on quickly.

Wanda meant only to glance at it's screen quickly before making her own way out of their leader's office, but paused when her own personal news feed loaded onscreen, the first story to pop up displaying only a single image of a dark, bloody feather in the hands of a young girl, seeming confused as to the importance of such an odd thing. It was enough to send the blonde's stomach sinking though, as she recognized immediately the meaning behind such a thing. Wanda's face remained stoic, despite her inner panic, and wordlessly, she approached Kestrels desk and casually handed him the device, the article still opened and the image on full display. The look in the girl's eyes was grim, despite how off-played the gesture seemed. She didn't know what to do with this information, after all, so it seemed best in her mind not to cause a panic and simply hand it over to the boss.

Cinis

Aye, is there still space for more?

Spencer!

Name: Spencer L. Black

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Appearance:
Biography/History: Spencer doesn't remember the first sweep of dreams that plagued the world and began this horrible chain of events, because at the time, she was only ten years of age, and a lot of what happened, both in the waking world and that of her dreams, has been obscured by time and flames, and her own stubborn refusal to dig any of it to the surface. The only real solid piece of memory she holds is that of the lingering smell of smoke, like burning tires, thick and smokey, which she often recalled smelling at night before she went to sleep in her childhood home, despite there being no real explanation or source to the smell. Aside from that small detail, the dreams do not affect Spencer while she grows up, only ever coming to the forefront of her thought when she smelt something similar- bonfires, grilling, all of it left a close impression, but nothing as exact as what she remembers. She always supposed that it was because it was just an old memory, probably long faded into obscurity now. Sadly, she was very wrong...

Twelve years later, Spencer is attending college in pursuit of a business degree, but still lives with her parents and younger brother out of convenience. Her bedroom sits on the ground floor, unlike everyone else who's slept somewhere upstairs. She would always claim it was for the best, as she was the most capable of chasing out a burglar, having been a devoted kickboxing but since she was 15. She has grown to become a strong and confident young woman, and is intent on not letting anything keep her down. That night she chambles into bed like she might any night, and slowly drifts to sleep, unaware of the obscure, scarring dream that would occur that night, bringing with it the birth of newfound abilities in the form of a destructive curse. In her unconscious, paralyzed state of horror, watching as the horrific images in her dream unraveled and tortured her mind. In the real world, however, she was actually lashing out, and with unconscious effort, began to light herself and her bed on fire.

The blaze grew quickly, swallowing the first floor of the house in bright orange long before anyone had noticed the fire. By the time that firefighters and first responders were on the scene, the second story was already alight, and no one sat outside. By the end of the night, it was determined that only one person survived the fire with severe burns, while the rest of her family perished in the heat and smoke. The story hit news the next morning, revealing the survivors identity as Spencer Black, a now orphaned college student who was somehow being accused of starting the fire.

Spencer herself woke up in the ICU of the city hospital, feeling dizzy and out of it, and loosely sore and warm. She recalls drifting in and out while nurses and doctors checked on her every once in awhile, or food was given. Mostly, she only remembers the food, and how strangely delicious and energizing it made her feel. She must just have been too tired, she thought then, but recalls feeling much more lively after a couple days of solid meals and rest. The doctors and nurses seemed to note the faster-than-usual pace of her healing as well though, seeming alarmed and confused at first, but didn't push the matter as they were a busy place already, and could always use a free bed sooner rather than later. Spencer ended up checking herself out within the week, receiving ugly green replacement garments from a nurse before leaving, as her previous ones had been burned in the fire, along with her hair, mostly melted, so the had to shave the rest off. As she healed though, it began to feel as though it might grow back, if allowed to.

Without a home or family to really go back too, and with the police asking questions about the cause of the fire, Spencer ended up skipping town after collecting what she could from what few friends she had to rely on. It was enough for clothes and food, at least, so she didn't complain. No, instead she would focus on the dream she had had, the one that had caused all of this carnage to occur, hoping to figure out and decode that it had done to her, and what it had all meant.

Personality: After the dreams and the death of her parents, events that happened so quickly together, Spencer has become quite clammed up and distant towards others, often seeming lost in her own thoughts or irritated with something. The latter moods often lead her to lashing out at others with harsh comments and sometimes even the occasional flash of fire and sparks. She can be very blunt with how she talks, and filters it all through a general, bitter sarcasm that comes with having seen all that she has. She can't exactly say she's lost her mind, but she certainly isn't so sure of how stable she is after everything thus far. Sometimes she has nightmares of dark caves filled with smoke and flames, echoing with the screams of her family. Sometimes she'll wake up in a bed of cinder and smoke, flames climbing up whatever was closer to her while she slept. The fear of harming others or being harmed herself has left her reeling from people, and often drifting through cities at night, and camping whenever she can.

Power: Spencer is able to create, manipulate, and spread fire from thin air, often beginning by sprouting it from somewhere on her body, such as her arms or legs. Her skin is not immune to burning, however, only built to slow the process, so the longer she uses her abilities to create fire, the worse her own burns will be. She has noted that, if she receives treatment quickly enough after fighting and then binges on calorie rich snacks, she ends up healing several times faster than the normal rate of a human, as well as leaving behind no visible scarring or remnants of ever being burned. as if she herself too became a fire that only needed fuel to continue to burn on.

Anything else?: Spencer has spent years before the final dreams occurred learning how to kickbox, which has proven to translate very well with her newer abilities, to the point that she sometimes thinks of it as a sick type of fate. She is currently drifting through cities, like a bum, dumpster diving and hunting small animals to survive, and mostly avoids people like the plague unless it'll serve her some purpose to be interested.

Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qDtTaoUgZJc

Fight or Flight

Hey, is this still alive/and or open for new players??

LULU

Name: Lucas "Lu"

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Appearance:

Height: 5'5

Weight: 124lbs

Hair and Eye color: Black hair; dark red eyes.

Wing span: 10ft from tip to tip.

Wing Pattern

Personality: Lucas is a loud and boisterous sort of person, often saying whatever he pleases, whenever and wherever he pleases, and with little regard for what others around him might think. He can be a bit obnoxious at times, but his brutal honesty and independent, driven nature make him a bit of an open book, and not very difficult to understand or get along with at all. If you spend enough time with him, he might even grow fond of your company and actually seek you out as a source of company, as he can be quie chatty and doesn't often like keeping his thoughts inside his own head. If he isn't talking someone's ear off, then he can likely be found somewhere near water, meditating. Although he won't go too indepth about his own thoughts of the world, he will admit that he believes it is a good place, and that despite their tragic pasts at the hands of science, they still deserve to live peacefully within it.

Specialization/Skills: Lu is a smart cookie, good at multitasking at extreme levels, and planning far ahead in situations of intense pressure. He can be very inventive with his abilities, thinking of new uses all the time, such as freezing locks to break them, or boiling water without fires. He is also very good at cooperating with others, and a strong defensive player.

Abilities: He is able to locate and manipulation of water in all physical forms (i.e. solid, liquid, gas, plasma, ect.), and is only limited by his own mental capabilities and the amount of water present.

Strengths: Very agile and flexible; is a very good swimmer and is at a huge advantage when near large amounts of water/moisture. His strong point is tactic, so he will often try to draw out fights so he's able to pace himself.

Weaknesses: He is not the strongest fighter physically, and is quite poor with just basic hand to hand combat. He is much better with handling defensive situations than offensive.

Relationships/Family: He doesn't remember if he ever had siblings, but he likes to consider all of the other kids he grew up with in those labs as a sort of family of circumstance, and is actually pretty fond of them all. When it comes to cooperating with others, Lu likes to try and be as inclusive as possible, and will often go out of his way to include others when he has the chance.

Other: Lu absolutely adores the sea, and wants to see it in person one day. It could honestly be considered one of his only dreams at this point, alongside simply living peacefully with his family.

A City on Fire

~Pidgeon~

Wanda is found milling about at the edge of the crowd of eavesdroppers, leaning lazily against a wall, with a small handheld device in her hands. It's small screen shined brightly, drenching her face in a soft white light that flickers every one in awhile as the game does, though the blonde doesn't seem as invested in the game as much as whats going on around her. She in listening closely, just like all the other flock members milling about in the hallway, to the argument currently unfolding inside of their commanders office. The angry voices rose through the walls a bit muffled, but clearly decipherable to anyone who could listen properly.

Wanda wonders what they'll do if members who went missing wind up dead; this thought makes her frown a bit. She wants to believe that some sort of justice would be sought for them, or a sufficient rescue mission if they were in fact alive still. They were a part of the flock, after all; murderers and scum alike, they all fit together under one name, and for Wanda, that had to mean something. Whatever Kestrel is building here, she wants to believe its for the betterment of others, and that that includes its members.

When Merlin came stomping out, glare already placed on her face, making some members flinch when she turned to them, Wanda matched it with a sneer; the amount of loathe and distrust in her honey-brown eyes was heavy. This woman, in the Wanda's mind, did not care for anyone else here. She was dangerous, and unpredictable, and all around made Wanda more nervous than she liked to be around a person, but she felt far too stubborn to simply let that woman intimidate her like some sheep.

"Fledgling, Owl, Pidgeon. Get in here."

The sudden command made the girl jump a bit, a short shiver running up her spine as she promptly turned off the device in her hand and shoved it in her purse, immediately scrambling towards the door to catch up with the other two, Owl and Fledgling? She wasn't the best with names, because she was still quite new as a member of the group herself, but she tried her best. After-all, she'd likely be spending some time with them all, and it would be bothersome if conflict came about.

She listened to Owl while the three of them shuffled into the office room, trying her best to not laugh outright to some of the elder woman's comments, but then, the final one was said and Wanda suddenly found herself agreeing wholeheartedly.

"I'm ready to go wherever, whenever. Just say the word, sir." she said confidently, hoping now she might get the chance to actually do something useful, and not just minimal grunt work. Honestly, she couldn't stand feeling like she might be being coddled. It felt too foreign, and made her feel genuinely weirded out and irritated. She wasn't a child, after all.

A City on Fire

Aye, hope its not too late then to toss in a second character, is it?

Sloan!

at work

at notwork

Name: Sloan Sokol

Group: the Black Cats

Position in group: assassin

Codename: Nickel

Age: 22

Appearance: Sloan is a slim looking man, standing just evenly at 5'7', but build lean and athletic, with blazing blue eyes and sun-bleached blonde hair which he often leaves short but shaggy; his bangs often begin to cup his cheeks and swoop past his eyebrows when he's not careful. He's not very particular in the way he dresses, often just throwing on whatever pair of jeans and t-shirt he can find before leaving his apartment. He does seem fond of a particular dark, fur lined bomber jacket his sister had sent him. (he's still not quite sure how she knew his address, or even which state he lived in, but was happy to see she cared enough to send him something on their birthday.)

Personality: Sloan is a pretty laid back, and is more or less a true neutral when it comes to his own moral compass; it doesn't matter until it affects me directly. That said, Sloan then often goes through life however he pleases, doing whatever he wants, when he wants, and will involve whoever else he wants to involve.

All around, he's a pretty self centered ass, but sometimes, if you're patient enough, or can just brush off assholes well enough to be around him that long, he might actually start to like you some. This won't make him act like any less of an asshole, but it does mean that he's now your asshole, and would probably follow you into hell if he thought you'd need the help. He's no self-sacrificial fool, but he is loyal, and willing to help an ally.

Despite how self centered he seems, however, when it comes to the topic of his twin, he'll often go on proudly about all of the fancy computer stuff she does, though, it seems that he hasn't actually seen her face to face in years, he receives letters and packages on occasion(none of which he was able to backtrack...). As much as he's willing to share and gush, he can be a little irritated with those who ask too much, or try to pry open doors that he believes should stay shut forever.

Background: There isn't really much of a clear picture of where or how he grew up, and he isn't often very welcoming to those who ask for the story. Besides being loose lipped with praising his twin sister, he doesn't often talk freely about his childhood outside of the fact that it was "shitty". He will mention though that his sister had left when they were 17, after an incident, and that he stayed behind with their father for another 2 years after.

Sloan himself left after turning 19, beginning as a drifter, just like his sister had, and surviving with what savings he himself had collected for in preparation. It wasn't very much, but he was a confident kid, and knew how to live in the streets without getting hurt. Eventually, he found himself in the business of killing people, which, thanks to his unusual upbringing, was a job he was quite skilled at, got paid well for, and he couldn't honestly admit to not enjoying the work either, as the fights, in his own words, were fun and provided good exercise.

Some years later, after finding himself traveling more and more often, Sloan had caught word of Match City, a paradise where assassins flourish, and he made his way there, eventually finding refuge in the Black Cats. Despite the rougher ways of living, the familiar jobs kept him at peace, and he's never felt bothered living in the rougher parts of the city. Simply being able to live freely and work as he pleases appear to be all that he needs.

Leisure activities: Jogging or hiking are a favorite hobby of his, as are binging netflix documentaries and online poker. He may also frequent a bar or two sometimes and hustle pool.

Extra: He's best with a gun, and any would do, but he would honestly run into a fight bare ass naked if you paid the right price for it. Whatever needs to be done, no matter the specifics, he'll do it for a price. He's big on 'customer service'.

For the Glory of The Empire

Aye, sorry for being gone a bit. I've been tied up with classes/work.

For the Glory of The Empire

Circe had barely any time to actually witness half of the chaos that occurred after the carriage's horses suddenly bolted, not just once, but twice, throwing both she and Duke into the carriage benches, which she gripped tightly while they moved, an arm wrapped around the small doge. The smell of something fowl made the brunette scrunch her nose in disgust, and made her peer out of the carriage for the source-- a mother-flipping dragon. Circe watched in both awe and horror as the beast clawed its way out of the ground itself, and began after them. Not even the red-hot wall of flames sent up by own of the partys' mages seemed to deter it from barreling again in their direction. Almost immediately, a new sort of fright seemed to seep into her skin, and adrenaline, which she was already full of, making the girl nearly shake from both fear, and excitement.

"We can't fight something like that.." she murmured, but seemed to grin despite her own fear. Turning to the right side of the carriage now, Circe eyed the tree line and, with a quick intake of breath, whistled sharply and loudly, the sound mimicking a birds call, long and musical. It took a good second for the reply to come, but eventually it did, from a small flock of starling who suddenly appeared from the treetops. Their swarm moved like a dark blanket though the sky, all chirping loudly back to Circe. The girl whistled something again, and suddenly the birds scattered ahead, clumping together again like a wave of dark specs and moving ahead of the carriage.

"Hey, whoever's driving up there, follow those birds!" Circe suddenly jumped closer to the front of the carriage, shouting to the one at the lead. "They said there were canyons ahead! I think we can maybe lose this guy if we pass through them." she said, throwing a thumb back to the skeletal beast. Surely, something that large wouldn't be able to keep up well with a carriage when it was darting through rocks, especially if they could find a passage narrow enough to stop it completely. They could maybe catch their breathe then.