Rick Sanchez

The Travellers

"Don't read that! It's like, 18+!"

The words barely registered as he flipped through the book. More interesting than the words were the pictures, so he didn't understand what all the fuss over reading it would be about--his ears grew red at a girl in short overalls. Judging by how the "words" were still meaningless black squiggles, Cash was right--he couldn't read.

"Don't worry, Spencer, I can't read, and--" His voice grew quieter and to himself, "And what's SHE modelling?!"

His eyes bugged at a picture of a woman whose outfit was less clothes than skin and sideboob. While Spencer was distracted in his nonsense-episode of rhythm and drivel and being smacked by Ved, Sucker glanced up at Cash and muttered under his breath to the man, "Cash? Can...can I borrow this? F-for reading?"

@Billsomething

There's no Safety in this Unknown World (Crossover RP)

There was a suspicious lack of staff, from what Mortimer could tell, and he cautiously slid up in the seat to look around.

The shuttle was almost full (well, there were at least a good percentage of the people from outside now having boarded, but the shuttle itself was hardly full) and Mortimer relaxed a little bit. He knew this role very well; act like you're supposed to be there, smile--the "nothing's amiss here" kind of act. Heck, he could go to sleep, no one would try to throw a sleeping dude out, hopefully.

A fox, similar to the ones he'd seen earlier--actually familiar, this one--was speaking animatedly to a really scary, bald dude with a laptop, and Mort happened to overhear the last part of what he was saying. The kid was a mechanic? That was...really cool.

"Wait, really?" He grinned and leaned over the seat in front of him, trying to get the fox's attention. "You're a mechanic, bro? What types of aircrafts?"

@Blackmist16@Zerofighter

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@Erklings25 Oh, joys unto all of us, I can't wait.

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@Erklings25 Until, y'know, Spencer crashes the jeep. I think he'd be able to hear that.

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@Erklings25 He won't have any hard feelings. He'll just ask if he can walk and catch up to them instead. :>

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Sucker had approximately zero experience riding in automotive vehicles, so this was something entirely new to him.

New and terrifying.

Feeling vaguely nauseous, he pulled his knees to his chest and quickly put them back on the ground upon discovering that it made the jostling worse. Then their driver (Spencer seemed oddly joy-filled about the abhorrent mode of the ride) starting whooping and the car flew forward--along with Sucker. The ride from hell was over, but he remained on the jeep's floor, shuddering and covered in sweat.

"A--" Cue disgusted sigh. "Are all cars like that?" He asked no one in particular, and then:

"Those women, on that magazine--why are they dressed like that?"

@Billsomething

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Name -- Sucker Punch
Age -- 13
Occupation BT -- Runty Thief
Appearance -- A short, rail-thin boy with coiled, cat-like muscles, he carries himself carefully. His eyes have that cornered, wild animal look about them.
Personality -- He's jumpy kid who doesn't speak unless spoken to, but he seemingly has a fondness for food. Like, he'll eat anything and like it. No joke. Even if it's not edible, like tree bark or something--if he can chew it, he'll try it. It will go in his mouth, no qualms.
When people talk to him first, he's fairly nice and will help them if they ask him to, though his golden rule is to keep himself fed first. He likes telling stories and is a fairly inventive writer (he can't actually write or read).
He's a very resourceful thinker and is hyper-aware of his environments.
Wepons -- Anything he can get his hands on, but his deer skinning knife seems to be the only constant in his life. He's recently acquired brass knuckles, and he likes them.
Short Bio -- His first memories are of being hungry or significantly less hungry (albeit being chased by someone he'd stolen from), and he was nameless until his fellow street dwellers noticed that despite never starting fights, he was very good at ending them with a considered swing. Life was never easy but it's become significantly harder now that there's less people to take from and, vicariously, less food in his stomach.
He more or less just started following our dear "band of idiots" around because he was hungry and didn't want to be by himself, and doesn't see the point in fighting against something that's out of your control...but if they're cool with it, he's not going to voice his opinions. He figured he would die of starvation or disease eventually, so, y'know, heck--at least he's not going out alone this way.
Other -- Speaks in Dark Sea Green. I'll hop on the soundtrack train: I. (Youth) II. (27 Years) III. (Loud Pipes) IV. (Latin Simone) V. (Nine)

Developments: A little log of things mentioned in RP, just to keep track.

• Has been with the group for a little over a year.
• Joined after being caught raiding camp.

your nuclear wepons are stupid they kind of scare me

ants in my eyes johnson

feel welcome to ask anything

_{i'm the most open person in the universe}

I'm any number of nicknames, so you can pick anything feel comfortable with. My Brit. Lit. teacher calls me Bartemius.

17, birthday is 3/16/98. I'm currently in Pennsylvania--so est, but my schedule fluctuates a lot

Typically I roleplay in the free section for comfort, but I think I'm at a casual level. Maybe?

I've been roleplaying off and on for four years.

My average post is around 200-300 words, but I'll give what I get (or a little more for the sake of characterization or plot progression).

My grammar is 'ok' I guess, I tend to write like I talk and I use a lot of contractions when I narrate. It's not, like, atrocious or anything.

I'll roleplay romance, friendship, survival, pretty much anything. I'm not so great at action, but I'm learning (slowly) so you'll have to forgive me. But please tell me your age before we roleplay romance or anything further, I'm not so comfortable with roleplaying nsfw shit with 20-year-olds who I don't know or 13-year-olds in general.

I'll roleplay any gender combination, poly relationships, inter-species¹, literally anything.

If we're playing a crossover 9/10 I will be playing some variation of Marvel's Toad. There has to be a support group for people with emotional attachments to content-lacking minor characters somewhere, right?

My skype is apocalick and I'd love it if you'd add me.

[sub][sup]1[/sup- both must be sentient, pls[/sub]

Fandoms + Canons I'll Play

Disclaimer: ever expanding and shifting, I'll update it every now and then. Also for the comics and anything else that applies, I'll play any universe version/au of the character. If you want me to play a specific character for you, I'll def try, but I can't guarantee I'll nail it.

Bolded are the current favored.

Also I'll play with/as OC's/do crossovers.

• Marvel
  
  • Toad (X-Men)
  • Nightcrawler (X-Men)
  • Quicksilver (X-Men + Avengers)
  • Mystique (X-Men}
  • Domino (X-Men)
  • X-23 (X-Men)
• DC
  
  • Beast Boy (Teen Titans)
  • Catwoman (Batman)
  • Static Shock (Titular Char)
• Harry Potter
  
  • Remus Lupin
  • Sirius Black
  • Harry Potter
  • Hermione Granger
  • Draco Malfoy
• PJO/HoO
  
  • Leo Valdez
  • Nico di Angelo
  • Bianca di Angelo
  • Hazel Levesque
  • Hermes
• Steven Universe
  
  • Amethyst
  • Steven
  • Sadie
  • Lars
  • Greg
• Adventure Time
  
  • Marceline/Marshall Lee
  • Ice King/Queen
  • Cake
  • Breakfast Princess
• KnD
  
  • Numbah 4
  • Numbah 3
• AtlA
  
  • Azula
  • Toph
• Gorillaz
  
  • Murdoc Niccals
  • Animated!Wooble Street!Has a stalker-esque crush on 2D!Andre 3000
  • Noodle
  • 2D
• Metalocalypse
  
  • Pickles
• Warriors
• Hetalia
  
  • America
  • Nyo!America
• Portal
  
  • GLaDOS
  • Wheatley
  • Space Core
  • Adventure Core

Prompts I'm fond of, no real organization to this

• Character A is a hero, character B is a villain who's been caught red-handed by A.
• "What're you looking at, punk?"
• The classic "I bumped into you while you were holding coffee or papers or something I'm really sorry".
• Characters were seated next to each other on a plane, and A falls asleep on B's shoulder.
• Character A was a villain who switched sides, B is the first person to trust that they've changed for good. Interesting friendship ensues.
• Characters wake up on the side of the road in the middle of actual fucking nowhere, lacking all personal possessions asides the clothes on their backs. Getting back at whoever mugged them is going to have to be put on the backburner in favor of survival.
• Crossover: two characters' realities merge, but they're the only ones in the new dimension that only remember how it used to be. They start off think the others' crazy, only to find out that both of their versions of history are true as evidenced by newspaper headlines with recent events from both of their dimensions.
• ("END OUR LONELINESS") Marvel: Character A (oc or canon) has a broken past, character B is their juvenile clone with remedied abilities and pieces of A's memories.

So, interested?

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Heya, howsit going? Room for one more?

---

Name -- Sucker Punch
Age -- 13
Occupation BT -- Runty Thief
Appearance -- A short, rail-thin boy with coiled, cat-like muscles, he carries himself carefully. His eyes have that cornered, wild animal look about them.
Personality -- He's jumpy kid who doesn't speak unless spoken to, but he seemingly has a fondness for food. Like, he'll eat anything and like it. No joke. Even if it's not edible, like tree bark or something--if he can chew it, he'll try it. It will go in his mouth, no qualms.
When people talk to him first, he's fairly nice and will help them if they ask him to, though his golden rule is to keep himself fed first. He likes telling stories and is a fairly inventive writer (he can't actually write or read).
He's a very resourceful thinker and is hyper-aware of his environments.
Wepons -- Anything he can get his hands on, but his deer skinning knife seems to be the only constant in his life. He's recently acquired brass knuckles, and he likes them.
Short Bio -- His first memories are of being hungry or significantly less hungry (albeit being chased by someone he'd stolen from), and he was nameless until his fellow street dwellers noticed that despite never starting fights, he was very good at ending them with a considered swing. Life was never easy but it's become significantly harder now that there's less people to take from and, vicariously, less food in his stomach.
He more or less just started following our dear "band of idiots" around because he was hungry and didn't want to be by himself, and doesn't see the point in fighting against something that's out of your control...but if they're cool with it, he's not going to voice his opinions. He figured he would die of starvation or disease eventually, so, y'know, heck--at least he's not going out alone this way.
Other -- Speaks in Dark Sea Green. I'll hop on the soundtrack train: I. (Youth) II. (27 Years) III. (Loud Pipes) IV. (Latin Simone) V. (Nine)

your nuclear wepons are stupid they kind of scare me

Clash of the Cliques: Class Warfare

When she'd been a really little kid, Mrs. Summers told her that she'd been borne on the back of the Sandman before they had her, that she was made of dreams and drivel, and that the reason why she slept so much was because she still had the urge to return to the place where she'd been born, where nothing made sense--

It was a line of bull, of course, but it had helped her accept her sleepy, cat-like existence as something unique and beautiful, rather than the reason why she didn't have any friends.

Summers was on a vaguely cartoonish pirate ship in the middle of a technicolor sea, the horizon unobstructed by neither land nor vessel, and the dark, cobalt sky filled with star clusters so close that it was hard to tell where heaven met water. The sea itself was teeming with life, squids and fish glowing faintly bright and smiling at her with big, slapstick grins. Also, The Monkees were playing from an unknown source. So if she had to guess--she was either asleep or very, very high.

Now aware that she was dreaming, Summers steered her own course, using the star charts on the belly of a whale who kindly turned for her as a map, and arrived at an island filled with cats and supermodels and--and was that a tiki bar? Oh hell yes. Before she could ditch the Black Pearl, however, someone elbowed her in the side.

---

In the real world, she'd been asleep for all of twenty minutes.

Snrrrrrrkk--kh-....snnrrrrrrrrk--

The snoring was obscenely loud.

She was face-first in an uneaten hamburger bun which had long since over-saturated, and now the drool was overflowing the tray and creeping towards one of her fellow punk's sharpie work. The girl--who looked something like a lizard mixed with a nightjar--could deal with the snoring, but Summers' copious amounts of saliva was smearing the ink and enough was enough.

Summers groaned and turned her head to crack an eye--well, what appeared to be the moon inside an eye socket before blurring to the characteristic crackle of interference--at the offending elbow, half her face still in her mushy bread. She pulled herself from her tray and wiped the dough off her cheek, before sending a dirty look towards the lizjard punk, mutely vowing to do it again in thicker quantities of drool whenever she got the chance. Then she stared at the remaining fishbowel's worth of fluid on her table.

She shrugged off her sweater and tugged the bottom of her wifebeater down before wiping the table half-assedly with the former, and promptly smacked her face back onto the fake wood surface.

In about ten seconds she'd be out like a light.