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Awesome! This is going to be totally epic. I am so pumped.
Name: Xavier Darling
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Other Stuff: Works with cattle, horses and dogs all his life. Has been a ranch hand since he dropped out of middle school. After breaking his arm when his horse reared up and gave him 'road rash' from his waist line to his shoulders when he was dragged a good distance before he was able to free his foot from the stirrup, he prefered his compound bow and arrows to guns when shooting at coyotes. (That is all that is needed to know right now. I thought I needed to explain the unusual bow/arrow preference.)
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Other Stuff: Works with cattle, horses and dogs all his life. Has been a ranch hand since he dropped out of middle school. After breaking his arm when his horse reared up and gave him 'road rash' from his waist line to his shoulders when he was dragged a good distance before he was able to free his foot from the stirrup, he prefered his compound bow and arrows to guns when shooting at coyotes. (That is all that is needed to know right now. I thought I needed to explain the unusual bow/arrow preference.)
The delivery team would beat, kick and did what was necessary to fling those out of the truck. The bodies were dumped with no ceremony in the middle of the cluster of huts in a pile of changing humanity. These poor souls lost from all they had once known, several moved. Other screamed. Two were fighting. A good sign, they may prove themselves able to survive the first shift. It was excruciating and broke many, mentally and physically.
Rufus stepped out of the jeep before the smaller vehicle followed the truck out. The gates were closed and secured, the towers manned and fully loaded with weapons that would take down any creature trying to climb the electrified fence. The change was like being on powerful narcotics at first, the pain and disorientation silenced anything else from the environment for nearly five minutes. He had seen puppies climbing and were shot to ribbons and fried before they realized they were dying.
Rufus had to fight the sheer terror that snapped through him when the gates closed, the sound was like a bullet through his mind. He looked up at the sky breathing, his terror igniting his rage clawing for freedom. Rufus kept breathing deeply, his exhaustion from the night hunt kept him from reverting to the beast fully. Hunger growled overpowering his other emotional responses, he glanced at the pile of bodies before stepping to the brick fire pit. It had a heavy duty refrigerator that had been bent and abused next to it. Inside were powerful protein shakes to replenish the nutrients the changing body needed. He picked one from the shelf and let the door shut softly. Tearing off the lid he leaned against the rarely used fire pit and chugged the thick purple-gray liquid.
In the sunlight, he didn't look any different than anyone else. Just an average dirty human in a pair of pants drinking a beverage. Only when the light caught his eyes just right would anyone notice the sliver sheen to his pupils. His gaze flipped from person to person waiting for any signs of potential. A male with spiked hair and dark clothing rolled to his side with a groan, his facial features pegged him about twenty at the most. He struggled to his feet and staggered holding his head. "Dude," he said with an irritating laugh. "You weren't kidding. That was an amazing high."
The kid glanced around and rubbed the injection site on his thigh and winced. "Could have been a bit nicer 'bout it though." He moved toward Rufus and stopped short, everything about the man set him on edge. He ignored his gut feelings and went straight for the fridge. "Got any beer?" He opened it and frowned at the unbreakable bottles filled with unlabeled stuff. He took one and yanked out the cork. He turned and took a swallow, his nose wrinkled and he spit it out. "Gross." He walked a few steps toward the gate. "Why is there a fence? What is out there that we need to have a fence."
Rufus stepped out of the jeep before the smaller vehicle followed the truck out. The gates were closed and secured, the towers manned and fully loaded with weapons that would take down any creature trying to climb the electrified fence. The change was like being on powerful narcotics at first, the pain and disorientation silenced anything else from the environment for nearly five minutes. He had seen puppies climbing and were shot to ribbons and fried before they realized they were dying.
Rufus had to fight the sheer terror that snapped through him when the gates closed, the sound was like a bullet through his mind. He looked up at the sky breathing, his terror igniting his rage clawing for freedom. Rufus kept breathing deeply, his exhaustion from the night hunt kept him from reverting to the beast fully. Hunger growled overpowering his other emotional responses, he glanced at the pile of bodies before stepping to the brick fire pit. It had a heavy duty refrigerator that had been bent and abused next to it. Inside were powerful protein shakes to replenish the nutrients the changing body needed. He picked one from the shelf and let the door shut softly. Tearing off the lid he leaned against the rarely used fire pit and chugged the thick purple-gray liquid.
In the sunlight, he didn't look any different than anyone else. Just an average dirty human in a pair of pants drinking a beverage. Only when the light caught his eyes just right would anyone notice the sliver sheen to his pupils. His gaze flipped from person to person waiting for any signs of potential. A male with spiked hair and dark clothing rolled to his side with a groan, his facial features pegged him about twenty at the most. He struggled to his feet and staggered holding his head. "Dude," he said with an irritating laugh. "You weren't kidding. That was an amazing high."
The kid glanced around and rubbed the injection site on his thigh and winced. "Could have been a bit nicer 'bout it though." He moved toward Rufus and stopped short, everything about the man set him on edge. He ignored his gut feelings and went straight for the fridge. "Got any beer?" He opened it and frowned at the unbreakable bottles filled with unlabeled stuff. He took one and yanked out the cork. He turned and took a swallow, his nose wrinkled and he spit it out. "Gross." He walked a few steps toward the gate. "Why is there a fence? What is out there that we need to have a fence."
Rufus crouched in the tiny opening in the forest, rain splattered on his heated dark brown skin mingling in the dirt and gore mixed in his black wavy hair. The pain of the shift still resounding through his human body and joints. His fingernails dug into the damp soil throwing up the deep scent of black soil and last of his prey. His dark pupils were dimly illuminated with a silver tint reflecting the full moon hidden behind the gray clouds. He took a deep breath a hand slipped over his chest smearing the splatters of blood. The male body twisted and torn lay nearby, throat and belly torn open huge chunks removed from the shoulders and back.
The memory of the hunt and thrill of the kill caused bones to shift under his taunt skin. Rufus slammed that desire and let out a breath, he ran his tongue over his teeth relishing the coppery taste of the bite that had torn the other’s throat open. His stomach rumbled with the unending want for food. The changing process took up much energy like running a marathon with a pack of bricks on his back. This time, he had forced the change. He had overcome the sway of the moons power returned to his human form. Each time he forced himself to do it became easier. It was close enough to morning that they wouldn't know the difference. He snorted softly. Fools.
The smell of heated oil, grease and Major Henderson rolled over him before he could hear the jeeps engine or the creak of the suspension. Rufus turned toward the bouncing headlights, the Major was following the GPS embedded in his shoulder. Everyone that came to the camp was equipped with one, the government had to keep an eye on their projects.
The vehicle skidded to a stop, the major stood up holding on the roll cage. Behind him a solider trained an automatic weapon upon him. “The new batch is arriving,” he said with a snort.
Rufus turned in the direction of the camp, a soft growl vibrating out of him. Hopefully, this new group will prove more useful than the last bunch of harebrained idiots who couldn’t sniff their way out of a paper bag. The push for more lycan warriors was getting messy and the shareholders were getting antsy. The perfect mind had to accept the change, they had to find that balance between animal and human. The rich didn't understand the struggle, the endless clawing need to hunt and kill or the rage that continually boiled inside.
A pair of pants was thrown at him tearing him out of his destructive thoughts. Rufus scooped the garment off the ground and pulled them on. Time to play human for a little while. He climbed in the back seat, the driver found the GPS tracker in a chunk of meat laying a few feet away and retrieved the device.
“Poor fool,” the major snorted. “I bet he never knew what hit him. Why can’t we get more like you?”
Rufus blinked his strange eyes he grinned wickedly showing off the slight points of his upper four canine teeth. He had been a man who had lost everything, his job, his home and his lover all in the matter of two weeks. He had been approached after a bar fight he had started. Instead of abducting the test subject, the major offered Rufus a different direction in life.
Rufus had merged, fully embraced what he had become. It made him dangerous. Even more than the project heads knew. After five years, Rufus barely remembered the human world. He scratched the cloth against this thigh, he hated clothing.
The major sat down and the driver ground the gears until he forced the transmission into first. The old army jeep tore toward the camp and the group of infected people that would be waking soon behind very tall fences. The serum would take most of the day to fully incubate.
The night will show if they were mice or wolves.
The memory of the hunt and thrill of the kill caused bones to shift under his taunt skin. Rufus slammed that desire and let out a breath, he ran his tongue over his teeth relishing the coppery taste of the bite that had torn the other’s throat open. His stomach rumbled with the unending want for food. The changing process took up much energy like running a marathon with a pack of bricks on his back. This time, he had forced the change. He had overcome the sway of the moons power returned to his human form. Each time he forced himself to do it became easier. It was close enough to morning that they wouldn't know the difference. He snorted softly. Fools.
The smell of heated oil, grease and Major Henderson rolled over him before he could hear the jeeps engine or the creak of the suspension. Rufus turned toward the bouncing headlights, the Major was following the GPS embedded in his shoulder. Everyone that came to the camp was equipped with one, the government had to keep an eye on their projects.
The vehicle skidded to a stop, the major stood up holding on the roll cage. Behind him a solider trained an automatic weapon upon him. “The new batch is arriving,” he said with a snort.
Rufus turned in the direction of the camp, a soft growl vibrating out of him. Hopefully, this new group will prove more useful than the last bunch of harebrained idiots who couldn’t sniff their way out of a paper bag. The push for more lycan warriors was getting messy and the shareholders were getting antsy. The perfect mind had to accept the change, they had to find that balance between animal and human. The rich didn't understand the struggle, the endless clawing need to hunt and kill or the rage that continually boiled inside.
A pair of pants was thrown at him tearing him out of his destructive thoughts. Rufus scooped the garment off the ground and pulled them on. Time to play human for a little while. He climbed in the back seat, the driver found the GPS tracker in a chunk of meat laying a few feet away and retrieved the device.
“Poor fool,” the major snorted. “I bet he never knew what hit him. Why can’t we get more like you?”
Rufus blinked his strange eyes he grinned wickedly showing off the slight points of his upper four canine teeth. He had been a man who had lost everything, his job, his home and his lover all in the matter of two weeks. He had been approached after a bar fight he had started. Instead of abducting the test subject, the major offered Rufus a different direction in life.
Rufus had merged, fully embraced what he had become. It made him dangerous. Even more than the project heads knew. After five years, Rufus barely remembered the human world. He scratched the cloth against this thigh, he hated clothing.
The major sat down and the driver ground the gears until he forced the transmission into first. The old army jeep tore toward the camp and the group of infected people that would be waking soon behind very tall fences. The serum would take most of the day to fully incubate.
The night will show if they were mice or wolves.
There you go. I hope you can make sense of what I am trying to put down there. Your character can either be living at the camp on the other side of Rufus or one of the new group brought in. I wanted to leave it open for you.
Glad to hear you are not the soft werewolf type. I can work with your schedule as long as the story isn't forgotten. Like you can't post for some reason for days at a time, just drop me a note and let me know. I totally understand finals or school/work load comes and goes.
Sooooo happy you can bring in others as needed. Such a relief. I don't mind cursing/swearing when the story or on occasions. Sometimes a good cursing is needed when nothing else will do. I am alright with one paragraph as long as it is quality and gives me something to work with.
Here are two super basic plots I pitched to another but they were already doing vampire rp's so I thought I would toss them out there to you and see if they catch your fancy or not. If not give me some hints of what you want to do and I will work with that.
An adult night school of sorts where the teacher is a vampire. Student's may or may not disappear. The vampire doesn't drain stupid people, unless forced. You are what you eat after all. It would be a big city where bodies turn up all the time and murders go unsolved continually. There are a lot of possibilities on this one for characters human and vampire alike. Added with coven wars, human/vampire upsets or even vampire hunter on a seek destroy mission and an undercurrent of male/male romance.
For me, my werewolf would be a mix or lycan type. Half human half beast with sever anger control issues. Who both loves and dreads the sway of the full moon. Who is always straddling the fence between instinct and proper human behavior.
For this one, I am thinking that the government is fully aware of the werewolf issue, because they created it? Those who are born/bitten (depending on what is wanted by us the writers) the infected are put into a camp. Either the werewolf can succumb to their primal ways or fight to be human and eventually prove they will not eat their small puppies or chomp off an arm of someone standing beside them on the subway.
Government wants these beasties to have enough sense to be able to be dropped behind enemy lines and start tearing into what they label as bad guys.
If you are still interested. I see you have more interest. Yay, options are always good.
Sooooo happy you can bring in others as needed. Such a relief. I don't mind cursing/swearing when the story or on occasions. Sometimes a good cursing is needed when nothing else will do. I am alright with one paragraph as long as it is quality and gives me something to work with.
Here are two super basic plots I pitched to another but they were already doing vampire rp's so I thought I would toss them out there to you and see if they catch your fancy or not. If not give me some hints of what you want to do and I will work with that.
An adult night school of sorts where the teacher is a vampire. Student's may or may not disappear. The vampire doesn't drain stupid people, unless forced. You are what you eat after all. It would be a big city where bodies turn up all the time and murders go unsolved continually. There are a lot of possibilities on this one for characters human and vampire alike. Added with coven wars, human/vampire upsets or even vampire hunter on a seek destroy mission and an undercurrent of male/male romance.
For me, my werewolf would be a mix or lycan type. Half human half beast with sever anger control issues. Who both loves and dreads the sway of the full moon. Who is always straddling the fence between instinct and proper human behavior.
For this one, I am thinking that the government is fully aware of the werewolf issue, because they created it? Those who are born/bitten (depending on what is wanted by us the writers) the infected are put into a camp. Either the werewolf can succumb to their primal ways or fight to be human and eventually prove they will not eat their small puppies or chomp off an arm of someone standing beside them on the subway.
Government wants these beasties to have enough sense to be able to be dropped behind enemy lines and start tearing into what they label as bad guys.
If you are still interested. I see you have more interest. Yay, options are always good.
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11 yrs ago
Forum: 1x1 Interest Checks
Should I assume you would be taking the male role in any possible RP? I am interested in the whole cyborg x regular person.
Cyborgs had been the answer to so many problems in society from police force, firefighters, emergency crews and even miltary. They were stronger, faster and still had that human side that the programmers couldn't quite capture in a full robot. They still aged and still died.
But behold, a break through happened and the fully automated robot with whatever personality/appearance the owner desire flashed onto the scene. They were the new biggest thing they didn't need to eat and required very little down time.
Those who had gave up their lives and parts for the cyborg program was left in the dust. Forgotten, at least in main stream society with all its glitter and glamour.
There is much that can be done here if a writer has any interest in the plot.
Cyborgs had been the answer to so many problems in society from police force, firefighters, emergency crews and even miltary. They were stronger, faster and still had that human side that the programmers couldn't quite capture in a full robot. They still aged and still died.
But behold, a break through happened and the fully automated robot with whatever personality/appearance the owner desire flashed onto the scene. They were the new biggest thing they didn't need to eat and required very little down time.
Those who had gave up their lives and parts for the cyborg program was left in the dust. Forgotten, at least in main stream society with all its glitter and glamour.
There is much that can be done here if a writer has any interest in the plot.
What sort of werewolf or vampire plots interest you? I like the lycan type of werewolf (half human half wolf) that has a hankering for a juicy chunk of meat and has anger control issues. My vampires are blood sucking beauties that enjoy what they are.
I have a demon that has been sitting in the dark for a long while.
I have always wanted to play a ghost that was hunting a house/cottage/building and some poor fool has to survive the constant badgering of said phantom.
I don't mind any pairing, rather do male/male. But I am flexible. I am not into graphic adult scenes. Oddly enough they bore the heck out of me. I do have my character curse on occasion, I don't like such language every other word. I cannot post every five minutes. Once a day at a least, more on my days off.
Do you just write your main character? I need someone who can write their main and have other NPC's or side characters that will come and go as needed to develop the story. Otherwise it me writing the universe and my partner just writing one character and they give me three lines in a response. Not saying you do/will. I am just trying to avoid that situation is all.
Well, if I have sparked any interest let me know and we can start plotting.
I have a demon that has been sitting in the dark for a long while.
I have always wanted to play a ghost that was hunting a house/cottage/building and some poor fool has to survive the constant badgering of said phantom.
I don't mind any pairing, rather do male/male. But I am flexible. I am not into graphic adult scenes. Oddly enough they bore the heck out of me. I do have my character curse on occasion, I don't like such language every other word. I cannot post every five minutes. Once a day at a least, more on my days off.
Do you just write your main character? I need someone who can write their main and have other NPC's or side characters that will come and go as needed to develop the story. Otherwise it me writing the universe and my partner just writing one character and they give me three lines in a response. Not saying you do/will. I am just trying to avoid that situation is all.
Well, if I have sparked any interest let me know and we can start plotting.
I am interested in the Zombie idea you slapped down. I am in the mood for some serious violence. I do like the idea of zombie dogs/animals that are tearing into the human race like wet tissue paper. Our characters are in a small community where the vets/doctors are nearly solving the riddle. Then the lab/clinic mysteriously burns down taking all the notes and research with it. (Unknown to the general population, the doctor that set the fire was trying to stop the spread of what s/he thought was a cure but was really allowing the virus jump to the human race.) It is up to the plotters to use that option or have it destroyed in the fire.
Now our characters are stuck in the middle of rural USA (or whatever country) and the ammo and food is running out. Now the slimming community has to figure out what to do next.
Perhaps the Dungeon one. I love that sort of thing. I play WoW far too much and enjoy the dungeons and clash of personalities in the group. I am bouncing from one idea to another on this one. I am not sure what which one I like more. Finding treasure that isn't really there or set to rescue a knight that had been toast for days. Yea, I am evil. That is how I roll.
Anyway, the real reason I am interested in writing with you is the fact you are not into romance. All I have written always have revolved around that simple idea. I want to play a hardcore warrior that doesn't have to show his/her soft side. (Unless I feel like it. lol)
Now our characters are stuck in the middle of rural USA (or whatever country) and the ammo and food is running out. Now the slimming community has to figure out what to do next.
Perhaps the Dungeon one. I love that sort of thing. I play WoW far too much and enjoy the dungeons and clash of personalities in the group. I am bouncing from one idea to another on this one. I am not sure what which one I like more. Finding treasure that isn't really there or set to rescue a knight that had been toast for days. Yea, I am evil. That is how I roll.
Anyway, the real reason I am interested in writing with you is the fact you are not into romance. All I have written always have revolved around that simple idea. I want to play a hardcore warrior that doesn't have to show his/her soft side. (Unless I feel like it. lol)
Sweet Cheese! I have never been so conflicted with so many interesting plot ideas. Normally it is just one in a list. I love playing the alien/mutant/creature. To have someone who really wants to play the human against that is a real treat. I love romance, but do not want to write smut. Instant love is not my cup of tea.
-The Hive
Is there a specific alien race in mind? Or do I get to use one of mine?
-Identity
Not totally sure on this one. I can see some fun for a while, then getting old fighting over the same body.
-The Ghost, The Gunman, and the Grim
Unless you are already doing this one of course.
-Mutagen
I am not one hundred percent sure I can do this. I have never written a person madly in love. I think it would be interesting.
Do you need a sample of writing? If so, I will happily supply.
-The Hive
Is there a specific alien race in mind? Or do I get to use one of mine?
-Identity
Not totally sure on this one. I can see some fun for a while, then getting old fighting over the same body.
-The Ghost, The Gunman, and the Grim
Unless you are already doing this one of course.
-Mutagen
I am not one hundred percent sure I can do this. I have never written a person madly in love. I think it would be interesting.
Do you need a sample of writing? If so, I will happily supply.
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