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MARVELS: Streets of New York

H A W K E Y E

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^{_{Clinton Francis "Clint" Barton ♦ Ex-Avenger ♦ Bedford-Stuyvesant, Brooklyn, New York City}}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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^"Okay..."
_{"This looks bad."}

A carnie-turn-vigilante, Clint Barton was a criminal from a broken home before the intervention of Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff. Given a second chance, Hawkeye became perhaps the most peculiar member of the Avengers - one with no superhuman abilities or equipment. Armed chiefly with nothing more than a bow and arrow, Hawkeye made a name for himself as an ordinary human fighting in league with gods and monsters. He's been a member of the core team, a West Coast Avenger, a Secret Avenger, and a Thunderbolt. He's been Hawkeye, Ronin, and Goliath. He's had as many ill-fated love affairs as he's had bloodbound nemeses.
But none of this storied history matters to the decidedly mortal Clint Barton now.

His own mundanity has caught up with him. Profoundly deaf in one ear, and partially deaf in another, he came to a mutual agreement with the Avengers to leave the team. There was arguing - mostly from his teammates - but in his mind, the world has quickly begun to outpace him. Clint is getting older, and mankind's many common enemies seem to be sharper and more powerful by the day. If even the mighty Thor and incredible Hulk can be brought to their knees by these terrible foes, what's a deaf guy with a bow going to do about it?

Henceforth, Hawkeye is now the civilian Clint Barton. He's not a superhero, and he sure as hell isn't an Avenger anymore. The closest he gets to superherodom is taking a look at leaks and faulty TV dishes for the good people in his apartment building.

However tempting that bow and arrow is.

...Well, maybe just one quick draw of the bowstring for old times' sake...

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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My goal is to tell a deeply personal, character-driven story about depression, imposter syndrome, and the power an ordinary person has to change the world around them for the better.

I do not intend to belittle, mock, or make a joke out of the character of Hawkeye. I think, especially in Fraction's run, that Clint is a deeply compelling character, and the fact that he shines in a world flush with wacky superheroes and larger than life, ostentatious personas is a testament to that. He's a human, like any of us: He bleeds like a human, but he fights like a human. He faces a world much bigger than him, filled with danger and wonder and terror, like we all do, and chooses to stand up to it.

Clint will struggle with feelings of inadequacy and self-loathing throughout his time in Streets of New York, and will hit some low lows, but without a doubt I intend for his story to be an optimistic, humanist one. He will learn the value he has as a person, the value of the connections he forms, and the power he has as an individual - even if he isn't swinging Odin's hammer or building suits of sci-fi armour. Even on the days he doesn't even feel like getting out of bed in the morning - and there will be a lot of those days - he'll struggle against the weight of hopelessness to make sure he does at least one good thing. And if that one good thing happens to be knocking together the heads of some Maggia goons, then so be it.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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► Hawkeye's Bow and Arrow Quiver
The signature. Iron Man has his armour, Captain America has his shield, Thor has his hammer. Hawkeye has his bow. A custom-made, heavy-duty compound bow made of reinforced fibreglass. It does exactly what one would expect a bow to do: Insert the business end of an arrow hard and fast into the targeted surface. Where it truly earns a superheroic edge is with Clint's many "trick arrows". For when a regular old arrowhead doesn't do the job, Clint's ingenuity has led to the creation of a variety of specialised arrows for specialised jobs. These include:


_{► Sonic Arrow: A blunt arrow that unleashes a continuous, blaring, high-pitched squeal upon impact.
► Smokebomb Arrow: A blunt arrow that spews a cloud of thick smoke upon impact.
► Bola Arrow: A tool as old as the bow, the bola is a throwing weapon made of three weights and interconnected cords, which quickly wraps around and ensares a target when thrown. This is that in an arrow.
► Net Arrow: Like the bola arrow, but trades speed and precision for area of effect. An arrow that releases a ten foot wide cable net from the end of its blunt arrowhead.
► Electric Arrow: An arrow equipped with a taser on its blunt arrowhead.
► Flare Arrow: A blunt arrow containing a magnesium compound which ignites on impact.
► Stun Arrow: Continuing the trend of blunt arrowheads, the stun arrow is like an airborne punch. When there cannot be any risk of lethality.
► Boomerang Arrow: A variant of the stun arrow which returns to sender.
► Explosive Arrow: The big one. Highly inadvisable for use in crowded or civilian scenarios. An arrow containing plastic explosive in a blunt arrowhead that detonates on impact. Whereas Hakweye usually carries multiple copies of his trick arrows, he only carries a single explosive arrow.
► Arrow: A not-blunt arrowhead. This one just shoots things.}

►Skills and Attributes
Naturally, Clint has unparalleled aim. His reflexes, eyesight and hand-to-eye coordination are like nothing else, to say nothing of his proficiency with his tool of choice. His senses are at the height of human ability - he has, in the past, smelled out enemies based on the faintest whiff of incense on them and managed to aim perfectly in the dark. Clint is a master archer, and practices two hours every day to hone and refine his skills.

Clint's level of physical fitness borders on Olympian, keeping his body at the peak of what is possible for an unenhanced human. Of special note is his agility and flexibility, allowing him to perform a variety of stunning acrobatic manoeuvres. He is also a well-trained martial artist, and can hold his own in fistfights. He is proficient with a variety of other weapons, as well - of note is his swordsmanship, which he receieved tutelage in from the legendary Swordsman. He can also make use of improvised weapons, and is capable of throwing small objects like cards and coins at sufficient speeds to act as projectiles.

Clint's proficiency with his hand-to-eye coordination also makes him an excellent pilot and driver.

Clint is profoundly deaf in one ear and partially deaf in the other. Though he uses hearing aids to compensate to some degree, he has learned ASL to communicate where sound fails.

►Dramatis Personae
Friends
Tony Stark - Billionaire genius behind the Iron Man and founding member of the Avengers. Declined to appear any further when he found out it was street level.
Kate Bishop - Also Hawkeye, at times. Massively fumbled by Marvel Boy.
Lucky the Pizza Dog - He's Lucky the Pizza Dog. Good friends with Jeff the Land Shark.

Foes
Madame Masque - Heiress to Count Nefaria's fortune in Brooklyn. Has an unhealthy fixation with Tony Stark, perhaps because he also at times has a metal face.
Kingpin - The self-described head honcho of crime in New York. Has his meaty fingers in every pie in Manhattan, which is a mental image as disturbing as his ruthless tactics.
Hammerhead - The (literally) hardheaded bigwig of the underworld in Queens.
The Owl - A ruthless crime lord who Clint would contest is not named for his wisdom.
The Circus of Crime - The rather uncreatively named criminal circus who dazzle and embezzle their crowd.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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TANK!

"Clint - New model to send you off. All the best - you know where to find me."
^{- Tony}
Clint slid the business end of the butterknife across the thin strip of tape holding the package shut. It didn't come away easy. There was a bit of yanking involved, maybe some wrenching. It wasn't pretty. But eventually, cardboard gave way to Clint, and out sprang the goods from their tightly sealed tomb. Two matching purple hearing aids, wrapped in clear plastic and nestled in a bed of bubble wrap. He took the plastic in his hand, which mercifully tore open with far less effort required. One had an L on the inside for left - the other an R, for right. They slipped over his ears with ease, given they'd been built with his measurements in mind. Two receivers fit snugly inside.

With them both in place, Clint held his breath. He couldn't immediately hear anything new. Nothing had begun to make a noise since his hearing had started to go downhill, which was a good sign. He didn't wanna have to go forking out for a new fridge, or to fix a rattling pipe.
"Not so bad-"
He caught himself. Wow, that was loud. Was that the volume he always murmured to himself at? That was useless. That wasn't a murmur. That was a proclamation. Geez, that was awkward. All the times he was sure he'd silently muttered something under his breath only to get a wicked death stare suddenly made sense. He'd lost track of the proper volume to speak and whisper at, after all this time.

"All units be advised, 211 in progress on Monroe Street..."

One sound he didn't think he'd hear again. Have to hear again, more like. He thought he'd tossed that police scanner last week.

And another sound, this one more chilling. A quaint midi-recreation of AC/DC's seminal rock hit Back in Black, the ringtone Tony had set for himself when he had set up Clint's phone for him.
That same phone buzzed ominously on the countertop, compelling Clint to pick it up and swipe to accept the call. An action he found himself carrying out despite his overwhelming urge to avoid conversation with everyone in particular today.

"Hey, Clint. Hear me alright?"
"Hey, Tony. Yeah, I can hear you. Uh...Thanks." Clint shuffled over to the kitchen window, leaning against the radiator beneath the sill for some heat in the chilly morning.
"Don't mention it. Medical tech is great press. Listen..."
Clint grimaced, knowing what was coming next. "You just wanted to see how things are going?"
"...More or less. Cap is, uh...Well, legally I'm not allowed to tell you what Cap's doing right now, but either way, he can't come ot the phone. Wanted me to drop you a line."
"Thanks to Cap, then." Deciding he was probably gloomy enough for the rest of the room, Clint tugged at the curtains to let a bit of sunlight in.
"Bad phrasing. I wanted to check in on you too. That was a pretty abrupt exit, even with all the NDAs and paperwork. You're really not coming back, huh?"
"No, Tony. It's...My decision, alright?"
"Your decision, huh?"
Idly, Clint peered out the window at the street below.
"Yeah. We're not all made of metal. Sooner or later we've gotta know when to call time."
"...Alright. Look, if you need someone to...Y'know, talk to, I know a guy who was a big help to Bruce-"
Wait a minute. Was that the goddamn Rhino? Charging down his street with the back of a cash van on his shoulders? Where was Monroe Street, again?
"Uh, yeah. Hold that thought. Um. Could you send that to me in a text?"
"Uh...Yeah, sure. Look, I might be a little hard to reach for a while-"
"Yeah, that's cool. Avengers stuff, right? Classified." Suit, suit, suit. Where was the suit?
"Yeah. So if I can do anything for you, now's the time to let me know-"
Oh, god. No, no, no. No, that needed to be washed, or else set on fire. Jesus.
"A-OK, Tony. Trust me."
Bow. Bow under the bed. Always under the bed. Quiver in the closet. Lucky in the middle of the goddamn floor again.
"Is someone holding you at gunpoint, Clint? I can hear you sweating."
"There's- Uh, I've got...A...Girl. Uh, over." Did his feet somehow get bigger or did these boots somehow shrink?
"Oh. Right. Well, I'll leave you two to it. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"Not really sure what that's excluding me from doing."
"Touché. Hey, take care of yourself, right?"
"Course. That's the point, Tony." The shirt would have to do. Rhino was breaking his ribs whether or not he wore the whole tactical getup anyways.
"See you around, Clint."
Yeah, fat chance.

Fire escape would be quicker. Bursting out the door and onto the grating, he couldn't stop to chat with any of the neighbours watching the carnage unfold.

"Hey, it's-"
"Yeah, I know."
"Hawkguy!"
Clint sighed.

MARVELS: Streets of New York

HAWKGUY

H A W K E Y E

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^{_{Clinton Francis "Clint" Barton ♦ Ex-Avenger ♦ Bedford-Stuyvesant, Brooklyn, New York City}}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

---

^"Okay..."
_{"This looks bad."}

A carnie-turn-vigilante, Clint Barton was a criminal from a broken home before the intervention of Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff. Given a second chance, Hawkeye became perhaps the most peculiar member of the Avengers - one with no superhuman abilities or equipment. Armed chiefly with nothing more than a bow and arrow, Hawkeye made a name for himself as an ordinary human fighting in league with gods and monsters. He's been a member of the core team, a West Coast Avenger, a Secret Avenger, and a Thunderbolt. He's been Hawkeye, Ronin, and Goliath. He's had as many ill-fated love affairs as he's had bloodbound nemeses.
But none of this storied history matters to the decidedly mortal Clint Barton now.

His own mundanity has caught up with him. Profoundly deaf in one ear, and partially deaf in another, he came to a mutual agreement with the Avengers to leave the team. There was arguing - mostly from his teammates - but in his mind, the world has quickly begun to outpace him. Clint is getting older, and mankind's many common enemies seem to be sharper and more powerful by the day. If even the mighty Thor and incredible Hulk can be brought to their knees by these terrible foes, what's a deaf guy with a bow going to do about it?

Henceforth, Hawkeye is now the civilian Clint Barton. He's not a superhero, and he sure as hell isn't an Avenger anymore. The closest he gets to superherodom is taking a look at leaks and faulty TV dishes for the good people in his apartment building.

However tempting that bow and arrow is.

...Well, maybe just one quick draw of the bowstring for old times' sake...

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

---

My goal is to tell a deeply personal, character-driven story about depression, imposter syndrome, and the power an ordinary person has to change the world around them for the better.

I do not intend to belittle, mock, or make a joke out of the character of Hawkeye. I think, especially in Fraction's run, that Clint is a deeply compelling character, and the fact that he shines in a world flush with wacky superheroes and larger than life, ostentatious personas is a testament to that. He's a human, like any of us: He bleeds like a human, but he fights like a human. He faces a world much bigger than him, filled with danger and wonder and terror, like we all do, and chooses to stand up to it.

Clint will struggle with feelings of inadequacy and self-loathing throughout his time in Streets of New York, and will hit some low lows, but without a doubt I intend for his story to be an optimistic, humanist one. He will learn the value he has as a person, the value of the connections he forms, and the power he has as an individual - even if he isn't swinging Odin's hammer or building suits of sci-fi armour. Even on the days he doesn't even feel like getting out of bed in the morning - and there will be a lot of those days - he'll struggle against the weight of hopelessness to make sure he does at least one good thing. And if that one good thing happens to be knocking together the heads of some Maggia goons, then so be it.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

---

► Hawkeye's Bow and Arrow Quiver
The signature. Iron Man has his armour, Captain America has his shield, Thor has his hammer. Hawkeye has his bow. A custom-made, heavy-duty compound bow made of reinforced fibreglass. It does exactly what one would expect a bow to do: Insert the business end of an arrow hard and fast into the targeted surface. Where it truly earns a superheroic edge is with Clint's many "trick arrows". For when a regular old arrowhead doesn't do the job, Clint's ingenuity has led to the creation of a variety of specialised arrows for specialised jobs. These include:

_{► Sonic Arrow: A blunt arrow that unleashes a continuous, blaring, high-pitched squeal upon impact.
► Smokebomb Arrow: A blunt arrow that spews a cloud of thick smoke upon impact.
► Bola Arrow: A tool as old as the bow, the bola is a throwing weapon made of three weights and interconnected cords, which quickly wraps around and ensares a target when thrown. This is that in an arrow.
► Net Arrow: Like the bola arrow, but trades speed and precision for area of effect. An arrow that releases a ten foot wide cable net from the end of its blunt arrowhead.
► Electric Arrow: An arrow equipped with a taser on its blunt arrowhead.
► Flare Arrow: A blunt arrow containing a magnesium compound which ignites on impact.
► Stun Arrow: Continuing the trend of blunt arrowheads, the stun arrow is like an airborne punch. When there cannot be any risk of lethality.
► Boomerang Arrow: A variant of the stun arrow which returns to sender.
► Explosive Arrow: The big one. Highly inadvisable for use in crowded or civilian scenarios. An arrow containing plastic explosive in a blunt arrowhead that detonates on impact. Whereas Hakweye usually carries multiple copies of his trick arrows, he only carries a single explosive arrow.
► Arrow: A not-blunt arrowhead. This one just shoots things.}

►Skills and Attributes
Naturally, Clint has unparalleled aim. His reflexes, eyesight and hand-to-eye coordination are like nothing else, to say nothing of his proficiency with his tool of choice. His senses are at the height of human ability - he has, in the past, smelled out enemies based on the faintest whiff of incense on them and managed to aim perfectly in the dark. Clint is a master archer, and practices two hours every day to hone and refine his skills.

Clint's level of physical fitness borders on Olympian, keeping his body at the peak of what is possible for an unenhanced human. Of special note is his agility and flexibility, allowing him to perform a variety of stunning acrobatic manoeuvres. He is also a well-trained martial artist, and can hold his own in fistfights. He is proficient with a variety of other weapons, as well - of note is his swordsmanship, which he receieved tutelage in from the legendary Swordsman. He can also make use of improvised weapons, and is capable of throwing small objects like cards and coins at sufficient speeds to act as projectiles.

Clint's proficiency with his hand-to-eye coordination also makes him an excellent pilot and driver.

Clint is profoundly deaf in one ear and partially deaf in the other. Though he uses hearing aids to compensate to some degree, he has learned ASL to communicate where sound fails.

►Dramatis Personae
Friends
Tony Stark - Billionaire genius behind the Iron Man and founding member of the Avengers. Declined to appear any further when he found out it was street level.
Kate Bishop - Also Hawkeye, at times. Massively fumbled by Marvel Boy.
Lucky the Pizza Dog - He's Lucky the Pizza Dog. Good friends with Jeff the Land Shark.

Foes
Madame Masque - Heiress to Count Nefaria's fortune in Brooklyn. Has an unhealthy fixation with Tony Stark, perhaps because he also at times has a metal face.
Kingpin - The self-described head honcho of crime in New York. Has his meaty fingers in every pie in Manhattan, which is a mental image as disturbing as his ruthless tactics.
Hammerhead - The (literally) hardheaded bigwig of the underworld in Queens.
The Owl - A ruthless crime lord who Clint would contest is not named for his wisdom.
The Circus of Crime - The rather uncreatively named criminal circus who dazzle and embezzle their crowd.

S A M P L E P O S T:

---

TANK!

"Clint - New model to send you off. All the best - you know where to find me."
^{- Tony}
Clint slid the business end of the butterknife across the thin strip of tape holding the package shut. It didn't come away easy. There was a bit of yanking involved, maybe some wrenching. It wasn't pretty. But eventually, cardboard gave way to Clint, and out sprang the goods from their tightly sealed tomb. Two matching purple hearing aids, wrapped in clear plastic and nestled in a bed of bubble wrap. He took the plastic in his hand, which mercifully tore open with far less effort required. One had an L on the inside for left - the other an R, for right. They slipped over his ears with ease, given they'd been built with his measurements in mind. Two receivers fit snugly inside.

With them both in place, Clint held his breath. He couldn't immediately hear anything new. Nothing had begun to make a noise since his hearing had started to go downhill, which was a good sign. He didn't wanna have to go forking out for a new fridge, or to fix a rattling pipe.
"Not so bad-"
He caught himself. Wow, that was loud. Was that the volume he always murmured to himself at? That was useless. That wasn't a murmur. That was a proclamation. Geez, that was awkward. All the times he was sure he'd silently muttered something under his breath only to get a wicked death stare suddenly made sense. He'd lost track of the proper volume to speak and whisper at, after all this time.

"All units be advised, 211 in progress on Monroe Street..."

One sound he didn't think he'd hear again. Have to hear again, more like. He thought he'd tossed that police scanner last week.

And another sound, this one more chilling. A quaint midi-recreation of AC/DC's seminal rock hit Back in Black, the ringtone Tony had set for himself when he had set up Clint's phone for him.
That same phone buzzed ominously on the countertop, compelling Clint to pick it up and swipe to accept the call. An action he found himself carrying out despite his overwhelming urge to avoid conversation with everyone in particular today.

"Hey, Clint. Hear me alright?"
"Hey, Tony. Yeah, I can hear you. Uh...Thanks." Clint shuffled over to the kitchen window, leaning against the radiator beneath the sill for some heat in the chilly morning.
"Don't mention it. Medical tech is great press. Listen..."
Clint grimaced, knowing what was coming next. "You just wanted to see how things are going?"
"...More or less. Cap is, uh...Well, legally I'm not allowed to tell you what Cap's doing right now, but either way, he can't come ot the phone. Wanted me to drop you a line."
"Thanks to Cap, then." Deciding he was probably gloomy enough for the rest of the room, Clint tugged at the curtains to let a bit of sunlight in.
"Bad phrasing. I wanted to check in on you too. That was a pretty abrupt exit, even with all the NDAs and paperwork. You're really not coming back, huh?"
"No, Tony. It's...My decision, alright?"
"Your decision, huh?"
Idly, Clint peered out the window at the street below.
"Yeah. We're not all made of metal. Sooner or later we've gotta know when to call time."
"...Alright. Look, if you need someone to...Y'know, talk to, I know a guy who was a big help to Bruce-"
Wait a minute. Was that the goddamn Rhino? Charging down his street with the back of a cash van on his shoulders? Where was Monroe Street, again?
"Uh, yeah. Hold that thought. Um. Could you send that to me in a text?"
"Uh...Yeah, sure. Look, I might be a little hard to reach for a while-"
"Yeah, that's cool. Avengers stuff, right? Classified." Suit, suit, suit. Where was the suit?
"Yeah. So if I can do anything for you, now's the time to let me know-"
Oh, god. No, no, no. No, that needed to be washed, or else set on fire. Jesus.
"A-OK, Tony. Trust me."
Bow. Bow under the bed. Always under the bed. Quiver in the closet. Lucky in the middle of the goddamn floor again.
"Is someone holding you at gunpoint, Clint? I can hear you sweating."
"There's- Uh, I've got...A...Girl. Uh, over." Did his feet somehow get bigger or did these boots somehow shrink?
"Oh. Right. Well, I'll leave you two to it. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"Not really sure what that's excluding me from doing."
"Touché. Hey, take care of yourself, right?"
"Course. That's the point, Tony." The shirt would have to do. Rhino was breaking his ribs whether or not he wore the whole tactical getup anyways.
"See you around, Clint."
Yeah, fat chance.

Fire escape would be quicker. Bursting out the door and onto the grating, he couldn't stop to chat with any of the neighbours watching the carnage unfold.

"Hey, it's-"
"Yeah, I know."
"Hawkguy!"
Clint sighed.

MARVELS: Streets of New York

I'd like to stake my interest in apping a Hawkeye pulling primarily from the Fraction run, if that would be kosher?

[18+] Udon's Noodle Bar (MxM)

bumparoonies, still craving sticky floors + added new writing samples

[18+] Udon's Noodle Bar (MxM)

Intro
Hey! You can call me Udon. I'm a twenty-one year old stage actor who writes in their spare time. I've been writing in some capacity for pretty much all my life, and online through various means for at least a decade. There was a point where I was roleplaying with the Playstation 3 browser function, to put my long standing passion for this hobby into perspective. To get a sense for my style, A collection of writing samples can be found here!

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General Info
I'm looking for MxM pairings of a mature, adult nature. Naturally, I'm only interested in roleplaying with people and characters aged eighteen and over.

Unless it's excluded in my "what I won't do" section (or by the site rules, of course), I'm likely to be up for the inclusion of a theme or topic. I generally prefer a healthy balance of drama or "angst" and lightness or "fluff" than to veer too far in either direction, though I do have a preference for the former. My characters are often complicated, morally dubious sorts of people, not (always) irredeemable monsters and criminals but certainly not paragons of heroism or goodness. I write in a literate and detailed, subjective style, from the perspective of my character with a focus on their emotions. I tend to have a strong sense of aesthetics in my writing, with cohesive and poetic visuals to match the plot's "vibe".

NSFW content is totally fine with me, but plot will come first. I tend not to do strict NSFW/plot ratios - I prefer to let things flow naturally in that regard - but I value building a captivating plot foremost. Should it arise, I generally don't go for roles with my characters either: I find real people are usually much more flexible than that. Fade to blacks can be incorporated if you would prefer.

I love to write, but what draws me to roleplay especially is the element of collaboration. Thus, I will greatly appreciate a roleplay partner willing to do so! We have collective ownership of the plot, so absolutely feel free to include other characters, new plot elements, and any other ideas you think could spice up the story. I will always appreciate a RP partner who brainstorms and collaborates over one that either solely takes the reins or sits back and lets the other writer have complete control. I want our characters to feel like real, living people in a rich and captivating world.
Given this, I request that anyone interested please express that - DM me with your ideas, what interests you, and what you'd like to do! I'm much more likely to respond to someone who lets their passion shine as opposed to a standard "hey" or a plain request just to plot. Come with your ideas!

In a similar vein, I think a RP thrives on an active OOC. I love chatting about our characters and the plot, as well as sharing things like character playlists, pinterest boards, headcanons etc..
I don't mandate the use of references - we are writers, after all, and we can create appearances that suit us best from words. I will usually defer to just written descriptions of characters. That being said, if we do decide to use references, I prefer realistic/IRL faceclaims. Please, no anime/cartoon references, and definitely no AI! On the nature of character types and appearances, I absolutely welcome "alternate" characters: People from different subcultures, of less represented ethnicities and identities, of less than conventionally perfect body types and appearances. It should go without saying, but I'm 100% LGBTQ friendly and I will always encourage variety and breaking the usual mould of handsome, perfectly gender conforming, muscly white guys. In terms of age, I generally play characters aged 20-30, but that's a soft rule that's easily bent.

Now for what I won't do. This is a hard set list that isn't up for negotiation - anything that isn't listed I am very much flexible on. If something isn't on here, but you think it may cause an upset, feel free to ask. Generally, though, these are the only hard nos:
-First person roleplay
-Pre-made characters or plots
- NSFW only RP
-Heavy gore and extreme violence (blood is okay, hellraiser-esque gore is where I draw the line)
-MxF or FxF (these relationships can of course feature with NPCs, I just only want the focus between the main characters to be MxM.)

Per site rules, this list excludes detailing anything too explicit. Feel free to contact me in DMs about that.

And now onto what I will definitely do - Plot ideas!

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(Some!) Pairings:

All pairings and plots are intended to have mature content. Exact levels can be discussed in DMs.

Best friends/ex-friends
Enemies to lovers
Roommates
Exchange college student x host
Runaways
Next door neighbours
Bully x bullied
Coworkers
Killer x final boy
High status x low status
Sports teammates/rivals
Brother/sister's (ex?)-boyfriend
Former exes
Artist x muse
Celebrity x fan

Themes:
Manipulation, repairing and healing, long-term bonds, letting go of the past, fighting fate, challenging conventions, the line between love and hate, "I could fix him", "I could make him worse", choosing your family, corruption, prideful downfalls, coincidences and circumstance, two against the world

"Plots (Exact Titles TBD)"

Convalescence
Two young men connect thanks to their shared experience - recovering from a long term illness, or learning to manage a chronic illness. Their unique position in society draws them together in a fast-paced world.
This one is a basic plot idea that can be taken in countless different ways. The characters could meet through an in-person support group - or maybe online, and transition into in-person as they regain their strength? The characters could be eager to recover and get back into the hustle and bustle of work and college. Maybe their recovery could force them apart, as their responsibilities begin to return? Will they fight the rising tide, or be swept apart? Or maybe their relationship isn't perfect and supportive, and the rougher edges of their personalities come to blows?

Sojourn
A prodigial but financially disadvantaged student is offered the chance to study at an illustrious university abroad. He finds himself in the care of a host family, in a bustling town far from home. Struggling to make friends in a foreign land and culture, the student finds himself drawn into a close bond with the host family's son. Dramatic hijinks ensue as the two of them navigate clashing cultures, student life, and their own contrasting personalities and ideas.
Another very flexible plot: Just about everything is decided by the characters. Where is the student from, and where is he going to stay? What's the town like - rural, urban, coastal, forested? How did he end up with the host family: Did they take him in as a stranger, or is there a past connection between them and his own family? And, of course, the varying personalities and backgrounds of the two characters will sway things heavily. The setting being fixed to one location also lets us develop and flesh out the town greatly. This is a plot that will take some forethought, but that I think has the potential for a really engaging and charming story!

The Bones of You
Two characters brought together by circumstance (see pairings for ideas) have spent all their life in a small town. Their shared love for horror and the supernatural spurs them to become amateur ghost hunters, picking apart the many supposedly haunted locales around them. Their investigation into supernatural phenomena - real or fake - brings them closer together and forges an unshakeable bond.
Or maybe very, very shakeable. You know how emo boys are.
This one can be supernatural, but it doesn't have to be! I'm open to it being a more slice of life-esque thing where the duo are less like ghost hunters and more like ghost debunkers. We could also press the horror angle further - maybe there's a reason this town is so haunted? And what do the locals know? How do they feel about these two irresponsible youngsters going and digging up the skeletons in their closets, and what will they do to silence them?

Sticky Floors (craving!)
The early 2000s saw an explosive renaissance for the music industry. Gone were the days of the ivory tower record companies - indie music was more popular than ever, and indie artists saw real success playing into the new millennium. This plot will explore that setting: Whether as bandmates, musical rivals, dedicated fans, or a classic whirlwind romance with a groupie.
Based heavily on the documentary Meet Me in the Bathroom, and very grounded in the aesthetic of early 2000s indie music. Think the Strokes, Interpol, Franz Ferdinand, Arctic Monkeys etc.

The Inhuman Race
Two young men find themselves afflicted with the curse of Lycanthropy. This can be from any sort of method: Maybe it's a disease, or a curse. Maybe they've both been bitten the old fashioned way—or maybe one bit the other, either by accident or intentionally. Maybe it's transmitted through other ways, like a more conventional illness. Whatever the case, they must navigate the world of the supernatural together, encountering all manner of opposition like rival wolves, suspicious townsfolk, hunters, and their own animal instincts.
Again, another very flexible one. We could play fast and loose with the concept of werewolves, so as to dodge the finer details of worldbuilding—or go all the way and create our own interpretation of classic supernatural tropes. The curse can be as restrictive or as free as we choose, with any sort of conditions or liberties taken with it. It can be a low-stakes personal meditation, or an action adventure with all manner of enemies for the two to fight off together. It can also change drastically depending on the setting: Are they lurking in the woods of a rural town, or stalking the streets of a city with a thronging nightlife? This can also be mixed with any of the plots or pairings presented so far—a werewolf slasher flick, werewolf runaways, or werewolf bandmates are all interesting remixes of the ideas I'd love to explore!

And They Were Roommates
Two young men sent to a conservative college far from home find themselves boarding together. Maybe they're old friends, sports teammates, rivals, or complete strangers. Whatever the case, their blooming relationship will be harshly scrutinised if the truth of it ever emerges. Will they keep things quiet to please their families? Or fight against it to live authentically?
Once again, this can go many different ways. What brought either character to the college can vary wildly - family tradition, punishment from their parents, a lucky scholarship? Are they aware of their sexuality from the beginning, or is college the start of an awakening and discovery for them? A very character-driven plot that's swayed heavily by personality and backstories, and also an environment rife for the inclusion of extra "NPC" characters.

Vampire the Masquerade
A story set in the World of Darkness Fifth Edition's TTRPG setting, Vampire the Masquerade (without the "game"). That's all, really! I'd prefer to play a Kindred, but I'm open to Kindred x Kindred, Kindred x Mortal or Kindred x Ghoul. We can make alterations to lore and rules if necessary. If you're familiar with the setting and you're interested, let me know!

Your Plot Idea Here!
Anything you might think we could share a mutual interest in, I'd love to hear! I'm always open to suggestions and ideas.

BONUS: I love exploring unconventional settings - I'll rarely go for the usual standard of "modern day America". As such, I greatly welcome any potential plots set in the past or in countries outside of the American norm. We can play it period and politically accurate in terms of attitudes to gay people, or alter it if that's something that we'd prefer to avoid.

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If you're interested, feel free to shoot me a DM! I won't be responding to reactions, only DMs. Partially so I know you've actually read this, and partially because I can't exactly gauge interest from a like or love.

As of now, I'm currently open and accepting new RPs.

Small Town Slice of Life RP

interested, as a player of the original incarnation!

Summer Break, Slice of Life Concept

@udonoodles Gonna give you a nudge to let you know the OOC is finally up.

@Kuro

i'm still interested, but i'd prefer to wait until i know more people are onboard before i commit to planning and writing a new character for the rp.

Summer Break, Slice of Life Concept

it's up to you, but a new thread would show up in the latest checks tab, which would be an added boost.

Summer Break, Slice of Life Concept

just droppin a line to say im still here and still interested, but it seems like the majority of people who expressed interest havent been online in a while. maybe a repost of the check is in order?

(NOW CLOSED:) Marvel RE: Imagine - A Marvel Comics Roleplay

L O K I
L O K I

^{"Can't keep a good god down."}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Loki | Loki Laufeyson _________________________________________________________ Asgardian | Frost Giant | God of Mischief, Professional Agitator _________________________________________________________ Salem | Oregon | USA C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► As Loki is a) genderfluid and b) a shapeshifter, their appearance and pronouns are subject to change. By default, they will use they/them. ►Loki's powers are primarily based in illusions. Innately, however, they possess a superhuman status due to their Frost Giant genetics. They are still notably physically weaker than the likes of Thor. ► Beyond illusions, Loki's magic also affords them cryokinesis, telekinesis, teleportation, touch-based telepathy, and energy blasts. Anything beyond illusions is generally weak without use of the scepter, however. ►Loki's scepter does NOT contain the Mind Stone. It has no unique abilities by itself, instead serving to amplify and concentrate Loki's innate magic. - K E Y E V E N T S K E Y E V E N T S _________________________________________________________ [+] - K E Y E V E N T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Loki is born to the Frost Giant Laufey. A scrawny and premature baby, they are considered an embarrassment and left to die. The warring Asgardians discover the baby, and the king Odin later adopts them. Their Frost Giant physiology is concealed with an enchantment and they are raised as an Asgardian. (701) ◼ On an adventure with their brother, Thor, Loki learns the truth of their heritage from Laufey. Angered by the lies, this mixed with Loki's jealousy for their older brother to create a disdain for the Asgardians. (1063) ◼ Loki stages a coup with the help of the Frost Giants and attempts to seize control of Asgard. It fails, and Loki is defeated by their brother, Thor. They are imprisoned for their crimes. (1066) ◼ Loki escapes prison. The Asgardians fail to locate them, assuming them to having fled to another realm. (1070) ◼ Loki causes problems across the Nine Realms, occasionally clashing with their brother as a result. They undertake a variety of aliases for their meddling purposes: Some of these include Giacomo Casanova, Diogenes of Sinope, Grigori Rasputin, D.B. Cooper, and Count St. Germain. Their exploits throughout history are numerous and dubiously documented. At some point, Loki attracts the attention of a cult devoted to them. Their membership has shifted throughout the years, but historically sheltered the marginalised and disillusioned. (1070-1980) ◼ Loki begins a campaign of agitation against the Storm Giants and Frost Giants. (1980s) ◼ Loki is caught by a coalition of Frost and Storm Giants, their trickery revealed. They are summarily executed for their crimes. Fortunately, Loki came prepared, and tricked Hel out of their soul. In exchange, they would be banished to Midgard. (1990) ◼ Loki spends a year battling their way out of Helheim, as Hel refused them safe passage out of the realm in her indignation. (1991) ◼ Loki's new body is cared for by their cult while they age and adjust. (1991-2015) ◼ After regaining full control of their magic and body, Loki sets off to explore the modern world. (2015-2023) -

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ A principal agitator in the annals of human history, Loki has always stirred the pot and heralded chaos. With their powers of sorcery and illusion, they change their shape and distort reality to confuse and disguise the truth. Across the Nine Realms, Loki was a name that roused fear and spite in the hearts of the mightiest. The god's legacy of deceit came with an inevitable comeuppance, however, as after attempting to spark a civil war, they were executed by the Storm Giants for their incessant meddling. Not content to die like any normal person, however, Loki tricked Hel into letting their soul go free—with the necessary caveat that they would be banished from Asgard forever. Should they step foot again in their homeland, their body would immediately wither, and their soul would be taken into the underworld. Now reincarnated trapped on Earth, Loki is forced to face their actions through a human lens of morality. Having been on the side of chaos for so long, Loki is forced to ponder if mischief is truly inseparable from evil. To experiment, they have elected to, as they see it, join the side of "good": Protecting humanity from the forces they once gleefully catalysed. After all, if this planet is destroyed, where are they going to live? Despite being known primarily as a villain, this incarnation draws from their appearances in Young Avengers and Agent of Asgard, in which they're considerably more heroically inclined. Loki's presence in the story will hopefully serve as a catalyst for introspection, both on their end and the end of other characters. I want them to be a sort of devil's advocate, second-guessing motives and actions. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ Loki appeals to me primarily because of their distinctly non-human element: I've always found a character "on the outside looking in", so to speak, interesting. I think one of those outsider characters—someone who's only interaction with the human world has been like an ant farm, staring at it through a thick pane of glass and occasionally giving it a shake—would be a fascinating perspective to introduce into the world. They're learning its conventions and rules in real time, and thus can call into question the objectionable aspects most people have grown numb to. Their propensity for shapeshifting and trickery also allows them to take on a variety of identities and aliases through which they can further inhabit the world, in their own crafty way. On a personal level, the character is also forced to confront themselves within this frighteningly mortal framework. Loki is no longer above this world: They have to learn how they fit into it, what their purpose is now, if human morality is truly worth upholding. In the words of Loki comic writer Kieron Gillen, "Can people change? Can bad people get better?" They need others not just for the sake of connections and relationships, but also to inform their own view of this new society and to illuminate the parts of the world often unseen. They have a proactive, overruling drive to explore the world and to meet new people, which I think is a boon to have in any living world, especially one with so much to see. Ultimately, Loki's arc is one of learning and discovery, catalysing self-reflection in others and in themselves. Despite being a godly being, I hope to introduce a distinctly human element into the world with them. OOC, they will hopefully encourage collaboration and multi-player stories. S A M P L E P O S T S A M P L E P O S T ________________________________________________________________________________________ “Darren?” “Yes, my lord?” “What did I—” Loki swung their sceptre through the air, the trail of blue it left behind catching Darren’s attention before the cold metal against his chest. Darren grimaced, nervously slicking back his combover and pushing up his bifocals. “What did I tell you about “my lord”?” “It’s…Stuffy and overzealous?” “Yes!” The Sceptre swung back, Loki catching the end in their other palm. “Do I look old enough to be a lord to you?" Loki turned the staff over in their hands, peering at their warped reflection in its crowning jewel. "I’d like to think I have a few centuries left.” Darren, in his defence, was trying his best. He had always tried his best. He was an excellent dad—allegedly. I don’t know, I wasn’t there. His only proof is a “World’s Best Dad” mug, and the rim is chipped, so obviously the title doesn’t mean very much to him. But all it took was the beguiling of one Ms Sandra, 27, local single in your area, and suddenly his wife was serving him a petition for divorce, and his kids start beggingg to go to Wendy’s every Friday after school, since mom always lets them do what they want. Don’t ask me who Wendy is. He’s never elaborated. In any case, human lives are frightfully short, and Darren had already lived half of it. All that he had amassed in that half had disappeared in a few years. Really, you’d forgive him for just curling into a ball and staying there. But, instead, he managed to find glorious purpose serving me, or the made up version of me these people have in their heads, as leader of my cult. He’s not very good at it. Ordinarily, I’d atomise him, but I’m trying to do better. “Well, regardless. I want you to gather the others. There’s something I would like to tell them.” Loki shuffled up to their altar, kicking up into the air. They swung their sceptre around, leaning back on it and stopping midair. “Chop chop, now. It’s urgent.” With a hasty nod, Darren scurried away, towards the nearby log cabin. They looked quite pleased with themselves, lazily reclining back on thin air. And they were quite pleased with themselves. Today was the beginning of a new chapter of Loki’s reign of chaos and terror, sans the chaos and terror. It wasn’t long before their cult had gathered around the altar in a circle—all nine of them. “Hang on,” Loki mused, doing a quick headcount. “Where’s Mairead?” “She has to pick her kids up from softball,” a shrill voiced, portly man in brown khakis and a red polo shirt explained. “Ah, right. Well…Someone fill her in. Text her, or whatever it is you people do.” The portly man nodded, already taking out his phone in preparation to transcribe. “People of the cult of Loki!” Loki called out, arms raised. “Aren’t you just the greatest? Your service over these past years has not gone unappreciated. I truly will never forget the sacrifices, metaphorical and literal, you have made for me while I’ve recovered my strength.” “I LOVE YOU, LOKI!” a woman with frizzy orange hair and thick framed black glasses shrieked from the back. “And I love you…!” Loki bit their lip, casting a glance towards Darren. He mouthed a name, silently, and Loki’s eyes darted back up. “Rachel! Which is why I am filled with remorse to announce to you that the cult of Loki…” Dramatic pause. Ever the showperson. “...Is officially disbanding.” Shock, gasps. Someone fainting. That was what Loki was expecting. Mostly, though, it was just a collection of sighs and shrugs. A groan of disappointment from Rachel. “...You seem remarkably well composed.” This was definitely not the reaction they were hoping for. Darren rolled his shoulders. “I dunno. Was something fun to do on the weekends, I guess.” “Don’t you want an explanation?” “I mean, I don’t really mind. You gotta do what you gotta do, y’know?” Loki furrowed their brow, casting a glance throughout the crowd. “...Really? No one is going to throw themselves at my feet, or…?” Pursing their lips, Loki clambered down from the sceptre, heels touching off the altar. “Gods, alright,” They muttered, lazily hopping down onto the dirt below. They had said this as a joke before, several centuries ago, and the head shaman died from a shock-induced heart attack. Esoteric cults had really lost their oomph. In retrospect, it was only fair. This was probably how they would have reacted if the cult had disbanded of its own accord. Some of them were definitely just here to kill time. “Well, you can go, I suppose,” Loki halfheartedly waved the group off with their sceptre. Several of them, save for Darren, were gripped by a shimmering blue light, responding to a pulsating glow from the sceptre’s gem. They were dragged backwards, leaving behind a starlight trail as each cult member flew backwards through the air and over towards the edge of the woods. “I need the cabin, though. The lease is still under your name, isn’t it?” Darren nodded, hastily. “Excellent. The landlady is still enchanted, but if you get anything about overdue rent, just let me know, and I’ll…” Loki poked the side of their head, hissing with their tongue. “...You know.” Loki waved their sceptre, and that blue light overtook Darren. They paused, jaw clenched. “...Goodbye, Darren. Good luck out there. Thank you.” “No sweat, boss. Hey, can I put you down on my resume? Just as a reference, cuz y’know…” Loki smiled, sadly. “But of course. Just give me a good alias.” Darren nodded, more carefully this time. “Max Power.” "That will do, Darren. That will do.” And with a wave of Loki’s sceptre, Darren was gone. Now began the next chapter. With a whirl of their cape, Loki was enveloped in a pulsating, feathery blackness. There was a dismal cawing, and out from the mass flew a mighty raven, the wind on its wings and mischief on its mind. Maybe they would stop a bank robbery. Maybe they would uncover a political conspiracy to take control of the world. Maybe they would peck at a housecat’s window and irritate the living daylights out of it. The possibilities were endless for the new God of Mischief.

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