SammyMcW

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Could I Seek a Name Change, Please?

Hi guys/gals,

Could I please get a name change if possible? I'd prefer OverlyObsessedHockeyNut so it matches the rest of my socials, but I'm happy to take HockeyNut if the other is too long.

Thanks <3

What are some of the most confusing/cringiest OC's you have ever encountered?

Me.

Just, me.

Now,I was roleplaying on *Pokemon Netbattle* of all things. Of course, this was pre Pokemon Diamond and Pearl, so about 2005ish. Making me about 10 or 11 (I only know this as Netbattle never updated for Gen 4 mechanics.)

So, with it being a Pokemon based programme/chat, I of course was roleplaying as a Pokemon trainer. Who was basically a self-insert, but he had *Pokemon*! So of course he was much cooler than me and therefore edgier, so needed an edgy nickname. Sam ShadowSoul.

Fuck.

Anyway, he was apparently the son of Giovanni and Misty because that was an excuse to give myself a shiny shadow Mewtwo and a shiny Sucuine which "I got from my mom b4 she dided and I don't know who my dad is but Mewtwo likes me!" Because of course.

I insisted on getting let into a Roleplay that was way beyond my level at the time, but the mod must have taken me seriously or wanted to humour me because he (bless him) would coach me on how to write and how to battle in the server. I ignored him because I thought I knew best.

By the end of day one, my character had somehow discovered his father, aged 11 years, caught 5 legendaries, got a Shiny Mudkip, made 18 friends and was the champion of all 3 regions and was in "a new region" which was basically me acting like my fucking hometown counted as somewhere to base a region! I even named it after my street and it had 27 badges because what was my house number.

Shuffle your playlist and tell us your first 10 songs

Break My Stride ~ Matthew Wilder
Seven Nation Army ~ The White Stripes
Chelsea Dagger ~ The Fratellis
It Wasn't Me ~ Shaggy
I am A Cider Drinker ~ Wurzels
Sweet Child 'O Mine ~ Guns 'N' Roses
Blitzkrieg Bop ~ Ramones
Jesus of Suburbia ~ Green Day
Norwegian Wood ~ Beatles
Thunderstruck ~ AC/DC

Less an Introduction, then a Reintroduction.

Well, since it's so long since I was last here, I feel I should do this again.

Hi, I'm SammyPanda, or just Sam. I was an active user here constantly until about 2011/2012 when I decided to take a leave of absence. I was back briefly around 2018/2019, but still had spates of being rather inactive when it suited me or when life just decided it wanted to kick me square in the bollocks and leave me reeling around in pain.

Anyway, in terms of Roleplay I'm a slice of life writer with a particular love for drama, fluff, comedy and a speckling of romance when I feel my characters need a bit of love and affection with someone they just... click with. I don't always write romance, however! Only if I feel it suits the situation, plot and/or characters.

Outside of roleplay... Let's see.

I'm Sam. 27 from England, with a deep rooted passion for hockey and hating having to be social.

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Name Change, Please!

No worries.

~~The Three Outcasts~~

~~The Three Outcasts~~

(Or How I Learned To Be Myself And Make Friends.)

So, this plot will be a small group one. Just three of us, and shall focus on all three in equal measures.

Our characters are all outcasts, not fitting into any group. Or, so it seems. Instead, they have a friendship group which is much more tightly knot than any other. For they have each other. There might only be the three of them, but being best friends since Kindergarten, the trio is nearly impossible to separate. If they are apart, this is usually forced upon the trio. (For example, Gym. The two girls are together, with my character unable to be with them.)

They actually live together too, in a camper van which is often parked in the forest. This was a purchase made by the three together, so they could move in and live together on the cheap. It sometimes creates tension, with three people in such a small space. But the arguments never last long, and they are making up in mere minutes.

My character, Robby, is 18 and a nerd. He is quiet and reserved, and a real wallflower. If he didn't hang with his best friends, many speculate that he wouldn't be able to be noticed at all. He doesn't speak much in school, usually whispering the answers to questions to one of his friends so they can talk. He is clumsy too, often tripping over or walking into things. Awkward is the perfect word for him.

It's up to you two why your characters are outcasts. It could simply be that one of them dared to talk to the other two, or the reasons could be darker.

Regardless, this will be friendship at the least and maybe romance later on? If so, I could kinda see the trio being in an open relationship with each other.

Regardless Of Our Religious Beliefs.. I Believe In Our Love. (MxF)

"Get off her!"

Arthur's voice seemed to echo around the corridor with anger, and disgust in his voice and in his eyes. He glared at the three students surrounding the woman cowering on the floor, pushing his way between them and standing in front of her.

He wasn't as tall as them, nor as muscular. He barely reached 5 foot 8 inches, and he was more on the thin or frail side than he was anything else. Yet he stood his ground against the three taller men, even if he knew he risked getting the shit kicked out of him for it. He glanced back at the woman and shot her a gentle smile before turning to the three men.

"She should fuck off back home!" One of them, a real nasty piece of work called Hunter spoke up, his voice a drawl. His friends nodded and began to laugh starting to shout more abuse at the woman on the floor.

"Fuck off now," Arthur spoke with venom in his voice, the usual calm and gentle male not taking this shit at all. The three men did indeed turn to leave, but not before Hunter turned and punched Arthur in the stomach as one last dick move, followed by a swift elbow to the nose.

Arthur fell to his knees coughing, glancing over at the woman he landed next to. He grinned through the pain and the fact he was winded, before speaking up. "I showed them." He coughed, though he knew he hadn't. "You okay?" He coughed again, sitting on his rear as he got his breath back. Blood raced down his face from his busted nose, though he tried to ignore this as he rather disliked blood. His top lip was cut too, the elbowing he'd received not called for at all.

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Okay, so Good Guy x Y/C. I am looking for a female character, and I figured she is Muslim, with her, along with her mother and father having moved to America from Pakistan around a year ago though she was in a different school until recently.

Arthur is the first person to have spoken to her in a kind way in a long time, seeing no reason to judge her based on the fact she dresses in more traditional clothing due to her religion and upbringing. He is agnostic, and though isn't one to share her beliefs, he loves her regardless and is interested in learning more so he can help her when she's accused of.. less than lovely things.

Obviously, this will be a romance. A focus on friendship, prejudice and how they bond will all be covered.

The Year was 1956. (MxF) 18+ for mature themes touched upon.

THIS WILL BE 18 AND OVER ONLY.

This story will take place in 1956, set in a small American town. Your character is a new arrival to the town, aged between 18 and 22 years of age. Her and her family have moved here from another state, and have been living in the town for roughly a week. They're the talk of the town, being the only non-white family to currently live here. (Town population is roughly 500.)

They live across town from Robert and his family, and the two have met prior to this and spoken briefly. He knows her name, but not all that much more about her. However, he's the only guy to actually be nice to her thus far.

This will be romance, and explore the relationship between our characters and how it changes and how others see it.

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~~Mittsville, <Unnamed State>. 1956~~

Robert sighed as he glanced around, the cold winter air biting as he left the book store and pushed his hands into his pocket. Rain was starting to fall as it had been on and off through the day, coating everything in a wet, cold film. Winter was fast approaching, and rumours of an unseasonably early snowstorm along with it. The bitter cold was enough to assure Robert that this was likely, the frost clinging to the few cars parked up another stark sign of what was to come.

His eyes moved around as the teenager moved down the street, the evening dark broken by the glow of streetlights. There was a real unease in the air tonight, which seemed to be linked to a recent tension in this tiny town. A family had moved in from a different state, and they.. well, sadly didn't seem to fit in. They were an African-American family, something a lot of townfolk didn't take kindly too. The family consisted of only three people, two adults and the daughter whom Robert had to guess was his age, or a tad older. He'd just turned 18 that previous day, and now he had no curfew was enjoying a late night stay at the bookstore. This one opened until 9pm to serve students of the local college campus.

Turning down one street, commotion down an alleyway caught his attention. He could see two tall men dressed in leather jackets, jeans and biker boots surrounding someone else. His heart sank when he realised it was the new girl, and before he knew it.. Robert was running to her defence.

"Get off her!" He shouted, pulling on the arm of one thug. Thankfully it distracted the pair, though this wasn't quite what Robert had in mind. A swift punch to Robert's face broke his nose, blood pouring in twin streams which met on his chin and ran down onto the crisp white shirt he'd been wearing beneath his now ripped raincoat. Another to the side of the head sent him sprawling to the floor, where one thug took the chance to kick him in the stomach. Winded and coughing, Robert struggled to his feet.

A deep gash was on his right cheek now, and he swayed a little. Despite this, he remained stood up and refused to back down. One of the thugs grabbed a wooden baseball bat, swinging it hard into Robby's side. A sickening crack sounded out as a rib broke, another as one of the thugs grabbed and pushed his left hand back. Three fingers had been fractured in this, but still the smaller, frailer man didn't back down. In all of this, she had remained physically untouched...

Sirens wailed, and the two thugs ran off down the alley, scaling a chainlink fence and scarpering. The police cars zoomed past the alley though, leaving the bloody and beaten Robert with <Your character>.

"Ha.." Robby wheezed, a small smile on his bloody features. "I.. I won." He hadn't, of course, but she wasn't injured and that was all that mattered to him right now. He was in pain, but didn't let it overwhelm him at all.