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Blood Drive (Isekai Survival) [Looking for Two New Players]

I'm in arbitrarily. If you end up needing more people, I'm in, but not jumping straight in.

I'm on the bench, Captain!

Blood Drive (Isekai Survival)

*casts cautionary interest*

Don't count me as part of your number, but I am keen and curious to watch how this unfolds. Top notch concept though mate!

The Good Guys - A Hero Academia RP

Christopher 'Webb' Webbins

[NAME]

Christopher Webbins

[GENDER]

Male

[AGE]

19

[PERSONALITY]

Christopher is your quintessential loner. He finds it hard to talk to people, who have often been repulsed by his appearance. As a result, he has a deep distrust of people. Despite this, he wishes for the world to see him as a hero, to prove that just because he looks scary, he is still a good guy. To this end, he is a hard working perfectionist, and looks down on people he feels do not apply themselves 100% to a situation. This often leads to tunnel vision and an inability to multi-task. Prone to going off and doing his own thing, if he feels the directions given are inadequate, bolstered by his distrust of people being close to him.

[BACKSTORY]

Christopher Webbins grew up in outback Australia, where he lived life happily away from most civilisation. The son of two farmers, life was simple until a severe drought killed off their canola farm and their livestock. Unable to properly recuperate the losses, the Webb family moved to Japan, where the parents had been offered a job in the agricultural industry. It was there, in the thriving hub of quirks, surrounded by all sorts of weird and wonderful people, that Christopher began to be shunned and reviled by his peers and classmates at school. Without any friends, he focused on his studies, hoping to become someone people would want to know, so he could help them study. Suffice to say, people still found him gross and unpleasant to look at.

In the present day, having just graduated from school with next to top of the grade marks, he found himself with nothing to do. Getting a job was difficult in the current climate, so he found himself passing time by lurking dark alleys and rooftops, jumping in to terrify criminals and the odd villain, then apprehending them with web and running off after notifying authorities. Because of his want to be helpful, his want to punish the bad, and his want to be seen as a good guy despite appearance, he aspires to be a hero in the limelight, as a beacon for people with physical morphological based quirks.

[QUIRK]

Tarantula - Does whatever a tarantula can do in essence. This includes wall climbing, web spitting, sudden bursts of speed, the ability to flick hairs that paralyse and cause immense itching on contact, as well as a physical strength deceptive to appearance. Scared of fire, and slows down when exposed to extreme cold, to the point of hibernation. Also surprisingly fragile, and tries to avoid up front fights.

[SKILLS]

Keen Observer - Given his propensity to tunnel vision in on the task at hand, he will often notice small or minute details, as long as it is relevant and pertinent.

Survivalist - Able to function on little water and food, provided he gets enough rest.

Claustrophilia - Prefers to filter into as small a location as possible, and is okay with not moving for an extended amount of time, making him good at observation and espionage.

[SAMPLE POST]

Christopher Webbins looked at the offer in his hand incredulously. After a lifetime of rejection based on appearance, and the difficulties that encompassed, why would someone go out of their way to head-hunt him for a position. It was curious, none-the-less. It would no doubt be worth going in, and at least listening to the situation, and making an informed decision when he had all the facts. And if he wanted to be a hero one day (he had often fantasised about being called 'The Spider Hero: Webb') then this could potentially help spring board him in that direction. And besides, it was either this, or another night of instant ramen followed by back alley crusadership. The choice was obvious.

[OTHERS]

[Blood Type] - O +

[Likes] - Orange Juice

The Good Guys - A Hero Academia RP

Christopher 'Webb' Webbins

[NAME]

Christopher Webbins

[GENDER]

Male

[AGE]

19

[PERSONALITY]

Christopher is your quintessential loner. He finds it hard to talk to people, who have often been repulsed by his appearance. As a result, he has a deep distrust of people. Despite this, he wishes for the world to see him as a hero, to prove that just because he looks scary, he is still a good guy. To this end, he is a hard working perfectionist, and looks down on people he feels do not apply themselves 100% to a situation. This often leads to tunnel vision and an inability to multi-task. Prone to going off and doing his own thing, if he feels the directions given are inadequate, bolstered by his distrust of people being close to him.

[BACKSTORY]

Christopher Webbins grew up in outback Australia, where he lived life happily away from most civilisation. The son of two farmers, life was simple until a severe drought killed off their canola farm and their livestock. Unable to properly recuperate the losses, the Webb family moved to Japan, where the parents had been offered a job in the agricultural industry. It was there, in the thriving hub of quirks, surrounded by all sorts of weird and wonderful people, that Christopher began to be shunned and reviled by his peers and classmates at school. Without any friends, he focused on his studies, hoping to become someone people would want to know, so he could help them study. Suffice to say, people still found him gross and unpleasant to look at.

In the present day, having just graduated from school with next to top of the grade marks, he found himself with nothing to do. Getting a job was difficult in the current climate, so he found himself passing time by lurking dark alleys and rooftops, jumping in to terrify criminals and the odd villain, then apprehending them with web and running off after notifying authorities. Because of his want to be helpful, his want to punish the bad, and his want to be seen as a good guy despite appearance, he aspires to be a hero in the limelight, as a beacon for people with physical morphological based quirks.

[QUIRK]

Tarantula - Does whatever a tarantula can do in essence. This includes wall climbing, web spitting, sudden bursts of speed, the ability to flick hairs that paralyse and cause immense itching on contact, as well as a physical strength deceptive to appearance. Scared of fire, and slows down when exposed to extreme cold, to the point of hibernation. Also surprisingly fragile, and tries to avoid up front fights.

[SKILLS]

Keen Observer - Given his propensity to tunnel vision in on the task at hand, he will often notice small or minute details, as long as it is relevant and pertinent.

Survivalist - Able to function on little water and food, provided he gets enough rest.

Claustrophilia - Prefers to filter into as small a location as possible, and is okay with not moving for an extended amount of time, making him good at observation and espionage.

[SAMPLE POST]

Christopher Webbins looked at the offer in his hand incredulously. After a lifetime of rejection based on appearance, and the difficulties that encompassed, why would someone go out of their way to head-hunt him for a position. It was curious, none-the-less. It would no doubt be worth going in, and at least listening to the situation, and making an informed decision when he had all the facts. And if he wanted to be a hero one day (he had often fantasised about being called 'The Spider Hero: Webb') then this could potentially help spring board him in that direction. And besides, it was either this, or another night of instant ramen followed by back alley crusadership. The choice was obvious.

[OTHERS]

[Blood Type] - O +

[Likes] - Orange Juice

The Dastardly Dynamic Duo Destroying Dimensions for Death!

Nox nodded slowly. Not bad. So Grim had not sent him off with a newbie or an incompetent. This was not going to be a hand-holding exercise. Which then begged the question, why two overpowered bad-asses in the same place? In a universe of infinite possibility, there were an equal number of infinite realms/realities/planes. More than enough to go around. But Nox just shrugged such thoughts away. He wasn't there to think or question. He was there to make art. He was there to help paint a masterpiece he had spent a millennia perfecting.

"Not bad, Shades. The little light show was pretty. Bright and flashy, just like you, eh? I'm more a purveyor of meticulous simplicity."
Slamming the revolver into it's holster, he drew his sword from its scabbard. Old and deadly, just like him. He looked to the swarming mass of zombies. 400 yards and closing. Nox took a step forward, sword in one hand. After his fourth step, he swiftly bought the sword to his left, and slashed across in a horizontal slice. A thin black line was left in the air, following the wake of the darkened blade. As if on cue, the front lines of the zombie hoard stopped as their torso flew from their body, flailing arms and screeched groans slapping together into a cacophonous chorus of anguish and destitution. Easily a few hundred bodies removed from their legs.
"Simple, effective. Just like me."
Nox regarded his new companion for a moment.
"The name's Nox. Been at this shite for longer than I care to remember. Got any other tricks under than facepaint of yours, Shades?"

Nox had ignored the skull, but had taken in its last tumbling words.
"Show me how you are going to clean up this...Necromortia"
300 yards, and Nox gave another embellished slash, another group of undead warriors finding themselves severed into two neat pieces. After the disappointment of his last extermination, maybe having a friendly face to bounce off of and drive him was just what he needed. Nox wasn't sure, but it felt like he may have a small smile under his mask.

The Dastardly Dynamic Duo Destroying Dimensions for Death!

Nox seriously hoped this next dimension would pose some form of challenge or excitement. The previous one had the perfect setting. An eternal night, pyroclasmic lava plumes everywhere the only form of illumination on a giant landmass of solid obsidian, and denizens that had been hulking and downright menacing looking. Shame that they had torn as easily as tissue paper before his swift sword strikes and crumpled like ragdolls underneath the thrum of his revolver. The biggest baddest person they had, Krum-something the Unbeatable something-something or other, had survived the initial shot from his gun, which had blown out the brutes knee. But it had not survived the downward strike of his blade. Very little did.

Stepping from the portal, Nox sneered as red sands began to cling to the folds of his cloak, and get into the creases of his boots. Not that anyone would have seen that under his mask. it had been worn for so long, he did not remember what he even looked like without it anymore. Nor did he really care.
"Well, what has old Grim given me this time?"
He took a moment to survey the scene before him. Red sands, burning sun, army of undead prime for a pulping. A far cry from where he had just been. And something out of the ordinary. A partner. Grim had not sent him along with a partner in, well, many ages. Nox cocked his head to the side, tapping the revolver to his shoulder. He was not sure whether to be offended or not.
"Don't get in me way mate, and I won't get in yours. Capiche? I don't know what old Grim is playin' at, but I don't need some dead-ass codger holding me down."

Lifting the revolver from his shoulder, he pointed and squeezed the trigger at the approaching hoard, the head of the poor sucker exploding in a brilliant shower of grey and purple viscera.
"Show me what ya can do buddy, and I may even give ya an apology."

The Good Guys - A Hero Academia RP

I am so in!!!!!!

I just finished rewatching MHA for the third time, and am up to date with the manga.

I am super pumped for this, if you would have me!

a saint sins • roleplay ideas

Hello there Saint Sinner!

I am liking what you are presenting.

I am super >DUPER< keen for your android idea (The Als RP,) especially keen to play the role of the bot.

Failing that, happy to pick up something super vampy with you, provided you would like to have me :)

A hopeful resurgence

What sort of ideas did you have for a pokemon RP? Two trainers? A trainer and their primary pokemon? League challenge?

This is my way of saying 'interested' :P

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You know what, colour me interested!

If you are okay with someone looking to reignite their writing spark after having left it to die off for a long time, then I am keen :)