VampireOracle

Gift of Light

Alina made it back to her apartment without any more unusual occurrences or delays, though she was obviously quite nervous as she kept looking around her. At last though, she unlocked the door and entered her apartment. Her small, cramped, mildly messy apartment. Unwashed dishes from that morning when she had rushed out of the house. A pile of laundry in the corner, folded but not yet put away.

With a sigh, she set her bag down on the counter before rubbing her hands over her face. She almost let herself sink down into a chair, but stopped herself in time. She needed to change, shower and clean out that bite, then get to work. No resting yet.

Oh, and there was something called dinner too.

Plus that phone number she could call.

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Half an hour, Alina was sitting at the table with a mug of coffee in front of her along with many papers, clad in yoga pants and a loose top. She tried to correct the latest papers written by her students, cringing slightly at the mixed up use of grammar and spelling.

Unfortunately, focus was not on her side this evening. Her phone was getting sidelong looks every few minutes, and she found herself reading paragraphs over and over again as she struggled to keep her mind off the vampire. After a little more, she gave up, grabbing the phone off the table. It revealed a few missed messages each demanding her attention, but she ignored them for now and went to her contacts page.

This is crazy. Why do I need to call him? Because it wasn't normal.

She clicked on the number. Pressed call.

"Hello?"

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@Dracorex

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Music Chat

Chris | Sophia

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𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟚𝟠, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝔹𝕒𝕝𝕕 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕀𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕 / / ℤ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘'𝕤 𝔼𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖 / / 𝟙𝟙𝟘𝟘

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Sophia was out of practice. Though she had been trying to practice once in a while, with everything that had happened since becoming a subnatural she hadn't really felt like it. Now, however, she had returned to the piano with hopes that it would help her relax and keep her from thinking too much.

Without notes to look at, Sophia's playing was riddled with mistakes as she stumbled through different pieces, slowly recalling what she had learned. She tried to think just of the music, nothing else. Not of the conversations she had had the past weekend. Not of Wisford, not of D.C. Not of her newly found advances to her power. Not of death, and blood, and death.

Slowly, she did manage to relax, focusing on which note came next, recalling each movement from the back of her mind. After feeling sufficiently warmed up, she at last switched to a piece that she had finished learning just that August. Though she stumbled a few times, Sophia kept playing, swaying slightly on the bench as she kept her gaze fixed on the keys.

The white haired arbiter Chris entered the music room with the intentions of distraction through music. He had expected to play in privacy but to his dismay another fellow mage had already started on the grand instrument. He hadn't talked to her before, but that didn't dismay him.

"A bit sloppy there." Chris commented with his usual scowl as he observed the fingers that had been playing away on the ivory keys with their occassional stumble. "I suppose thats why you're practicing then." He had muttered to himself before standing away to the side, more so to wait his turn then to continue a conversation.

The last thing Sophia had been expecting was for someone to march in unannounced while she was playing and make some comment. The girl jolted on the bench, head snapping towards the door to see... uh, was it Chris? She hadn't talked to him, but names tended to get thrown around enough for a bystander to pick them up. The dragon, right? A flush rose quickly to her cheeks when she processed what he had said, turning a bit to face him. "Obviously." Stupid remark.

It's the first time you've spoken to him, and that's what you say? That's the first word you say to him? Her self consciousness came flooding in now that the shock had worn off, along with the dread. Another person. She had been seeing too many people. And he wasn't leaving. Which wasn't good. What had happened to being alone? But she needed to be polite. Couldn't leave a bad impression. "I'm sorry," she began quietly, cringing internally as the words left her mouth. She hated apologies, even if right now it wasn't a real apology. "You're waiting for the piano?" Impressive. That was how many words?

"Don't worry about it." He shook his head. "I'll take over whenever you feel like your ready to stop." He didn't show much malice but he certainly had to struggle a bit with being polite.

Right... so he was just going to stand there waiting until she was done? That was... uh, she didn't like it. Her jaw clenched slightly, a barely noticable action. There was no way that Sophia was going to be able to practice anything with him standing around there. She could ask him to leave, but that was rude, wasn't it? And this was a public space, after all. "Al--alright."

Sophia turned back to the piano, too aware of his precense to focus properly. Judging every note she was going to play. Still, she began the first few measures of the song again, but stopped just as the faster part was beginning. She couldn't play with him there. Facing Chris again, she frowned, hands gripping the bench. Nervous. "I..." What had she wanted to say? "How long... would you..."

He rolled his eyes. "Well if you are going to be a while I'll just go do something else." Standoffish as usual, the arbiter lowered his crossed arms into his pockets. Though he had really been in the mood to play the piano, with someone else occupying it there wasn't much else he could do. He wasn't going to force her off it.

Wait wait wait. No, she did want to be alone. She did. It was... nice of him to offer to go do something else. She should let him go. But one more sentence, because she couldn't mess up yet another encounter. Even if it was just a small little thing. Couldn't let yet another person walk away without any input from her. "Wait but... you are Chris, right?" The words were drawn out longer than they needed to be, as if she wasn't sure how to form each syllable.

A pause. He really wasn't in the mood for socializing, but the last thing he needed was to make enemies. "Yeah...and you are?" His hands retreated from his pockets to allow his arms to return into a cross. He wasn't sure if she was shy or just wasn't familiar with the language, but regardless he tried to keep his patience.

Of course he didn't know her name, did he? Hah. As if. She should have included her name with her last remark. But at least he had asked. That was a good thing, right? "Sophia." It was so awkward, him standing there with arms crossed and straight face, as if silently evaluating her every move. Swallowing hard, her fingers tightened even more as she forced out the next words with an equally forced grin. "You probably haven't-- haven't seen me around much, huh?" Brilliant remark. Point out how antisocial she was. Calm down.

"I don't exactly get around much, i guess." Chris stated as he slowly loosened up his posture. "I only know a handful of my classmates anyway....But I guess its a pleasure knowing another one." Having decided to make himself comfortable, Chris took a chair to sit on, but made sure to keep some distance.

Same here. Still, she guessed he went out and about more than she did. His next remark caused her eyebrows to shoot upwards, unable to disguise her surprise. Suddenly, she felt like laughing. Don't laugh don't laugh. She didn't laugh, but... her grin grew a bit wider and she turned her face away for a moment before she could drag it down. Perhaps it wasn't really that funny, but seriously? A pleasure? Knowing her? Knowing another person? Time to return the phrase.

"Glad we finally get to aquaint ourselves properly." A slight, flat smile to replace the grin that had been there earlier. Was it just her, or had that sentence sounded strange? Time to say something else. Because he now looked like he was planning to spend some time to talk, meaning that she had to say something. Something, something, what? "Uh..."

He shrugged. "Is this your first time playing or have you had some experience in the past?" He proceeded to make some small talk. While not his biggest hobby talking to a stranger wasn't the worse thing to waste his time with.

If she could more or less play that song correctly, she obviously had been playing for some time. But at least now Chris was helping to add to the conversation, so she didn't let herself be annoyed. How long had she been playing? Mind flew back to think about all those years past, settling on a number. "I've actually been playing for... five-- five years, I think?" A pause. "You?"

He nodded once to acknowledge her experience. "I started when I was little but I never got much chance to play until recently." He said, avoiding as much details as he could. "You're not bad at it, but I noticed there were some mistakes in your playing...." A pause. "A word of advice, when I stumble over what keys to press I found that stressing over perfection made me play worse then letting myself flow with the music." He was terrible at giving advice, much less helping others. Still he tried to give his best support he could.

Chris's answer wasn't very clear, but Sophia nodded as well anyway. Did that mean he was less advanced, or more? Depending on how much effort he had put in... she now wanted to hear him play. Especially since his criticism still had her feeling somewhat defensive. He's trying to be nice. He's trying to give advice. What Chris was saying was sort of true, but it was hard to let yourself 'flow' when you could barely remember all the notes. "Yeah. It's just... a newer piece? So..." So you don't have to defend yourself. "What do you like to play?" Sophia shifted on the bench, looking like she wanted to get up but not quite sure if she should. Show me.

Was that challenge, or did she want to see someone with possibly better talents play? He wasn't sure, but he took her offer after some hesitation. The best song he knew how to play was piano man, the same music he played in the hotel. WIth no better ideas Chris began to play the melody, the somber tone of the notes synced with his growing meloncholy expression. Like spreading butter over bread Chris recited every note in perfect rythmn and sync as he had done times before.

Sophia listened closely to Chris play, standing with a slight frown on her face. His playing wasn't bad, he was pretty good at playing the piece. Less mistakes than I made, huh? But... perhaps the song he played wasn't as complicated. She didn't think it was. When he was done, she stood silent for a moment before speaking. "Nice." So that was the kind of music he liked, she assumed. It was quite different from what she had been trying to play, wasn't it? "Thanks for... agreeing to play."

He nodded once. "Right well I won't hog the seat, you may continue." He excused himself from the piano and returned to his chair, though he didn't bother to sit this time. "Take that practice to heart and you'll be better at it soon enough." He ensured as he made his exit. "Thanks for the chat."

"Mhmm. You too." For once Sophia responded quickly, before Chris could get out of hearing. He left so suddenly she was surprised. Had she said something wrong? But he didn't seem upset, not that she could tell, so he was just being... she didn't know. Giving her space, like she had wanted. Like she had wanted. Drawing in a deep breath, she let it out slowly. At least that hadn't been too bad, though the way he phrased his comments wasn't her favorite.

Shaking her head slightly, she got back on the bench and began to practice some more.

Gift of Light

At least Alina was feeling cooler by the time the bus reached her stop, the air conditioning of the vehicle having done wonders for her mood. Without her black skirt and plain cream blouse sticking to her skin, she felt more ready to go home... and continue the endless grading of papers and planning of lessons. She had only been teaching for a few months, a newbie compared to some other teachers, but she was definitely sure of one thing. It wasn't easy. And she wasn't sure it ever would be.

But then, what had she been expecting? She hadn't signed up for the job so it could be easy, she had signed up because she had wanted to make a difference. Was she making a difference? With a sigh, Alina made her way to the front of the bus. Made sure to smile at the bus driver. Swiped her card and got off.

As she stepped out, the humidity hit her once more. At least it wasn't as bad as before, now that the sun was about to set. About to set. With a sinking feeling, Alina realized she had spent too long over at the school. She still had to make dinner, prepare for tomorrow, wash and iron her clothes, make sure she actually had food to last her through the week, and a whole lot more. Lately, she felt like she wasn't in control for enough of the time.

Beginning to walk the well known route back to her apartment, Alina allowed her smile to drop and her shoulders to slump, tired eyes becoming more vacant as she allowed her mind to wander. She was alone now. This section rarely had more than one or two people walking it at a time, and now it was just her.

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@Dracorex

Gift of Light

Alina Stenet

Alina Stenet

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Nickname(s): None yet

Age: 28 (March 14)

Height: 5' 4"

Weight: 120 lbs.

Gender: Female

Birth Place: Phoenix, Arizona

═APPEARANCE═

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Alina is on the shorter side, with stocky legs and broad shoulders. She doesn't appear to be super muscular, but she definitely has a good amount of muscle in those thighs, arms, and flat abs. Her face is more or less oval shaped, but she has a well pronounced chin and jaw bone. Light brown hair the color of cracked dirt is cropped off at an inch past her chin, and her eyes are a hazel that sometimes shifts to green or brown.

She has pale skin that shows that she doesn't go outside enough, spending her days cooped up with artificial light. Though a touch of makeup often helps to conceal this, Alina also has reddish purple "bruises" around each eye, from lack of sleep. Her lips are also often very red, not from lipstick but because she chews them often, peeling off whatever dried top layer of skin she can grasp with her teeth.

Stocky, firmly muscled, short haired, pale, and deprived of sleep. Perhaps some would think that the combination doesn't make the prettiest lady, but she certainly makes an effort to stand proper like a queen. Shoulders back, head high, a smile on her face... though she does have a habit of shifting her weight to one leg and leaning against the nearest wall at times. When alone though, she seems to shrink into herself and become so, so, much more tired. If you ever catch her off guard, you'll see shoulders slumped, a hand on her temple to try and ward off one of her frequent headaches, and in general just a melancholy face.

Alina's work wardrobe and "weekend" clothes are quite similar, both modest and nothing outgoing. During the weekdays when she has to work, she tends to wear long neutral colored clothing regardless of the season, for it's too easy to get cold while indoors. She prefers to wear high waisted long skirts that reach her mid calf, either cut straight or loose and flowy. Occasionally, she will wear slacks too. For her top she chooses to wear plain button down blouses.

On the weekends, she continues to wear simple clothing, something that doesn't stand out. Her work clothing, simple as it already is, is more fancy than what she wears at other times. All she seems to like is a pair of long loose cloth pants and a 3/4 sleeved shirt or T-shirt, in plain colors such as dark blues, greens, and reds, as well as brown, gray, and black.

═PERSONALITY═

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Introverted? Extroverted? Probably extroverted? Alina can confuse people at times when they try to define her personality as either introverted or extroverted. Most of the time when people see her she laughs and smiles plenty. She's enthused, can't wait to get started. But she doesn't share her ideas in the stereotypical extrovert style, talking out loud and working things out and sharing as she goes. It seems that Alina thinks her ideas through thoroughly and tests them for flaws and mistakes before sharing, which points to... introvert.

There are also times when she doesn't say much at all, though she will still smile, sitting somewhere nearby in a chair and gazing at the other people in the room in a way that shows she is looking at something more than just what they're wearing. Alina drinks in whatever small pieces of information that she can grasp, analyzing other's behaviors. She likes to know what motivates them, what sets them off, and what makes them uncomfortable.

Why? Why does she bother learning so much about others? Because she yearns to help everyone. In any way she can. If she can find the right words to cheer them up, or find a way to suggest something else that works better in a way that doesn't put their confidence down, she's happy. One could say that she thrives on seeing other people happy. There's a reason she decided to become a teacher. She tries her best to help people in whatever way she can, often in a rather quiet, deep way, pointing to her being an introvert.

So she has these ideals, these goals in life, but is it working? Is she helping kids? Helping to make the world happier? She feels like she's failing. Alina is in her first year of teaching, and she feels like she can't get through enough. Some of them have grown to like her and look up to her, but she's noticed that many others don't feel the same way. Alina is wavering, unsure of whether she chose the right job. Unsure of whether she should have gone and done programming instead, or architecture. Simple numbers and codes, where, in her opinion, you don't have to deal as much with people.

She is very careful not to let this depressive state show, though. If she wants to make people feel better, she can't look like she herself is sad. So she smiles, laughs, and inside wishes that there was someone who could see through. If there is someone who she thinks has a chance of becoming a good friend, she can become clingy. Sending text messages even when the person isn't online, getting scared when it takes more than an hour or two for a response. As a result, she doesn't seem to have many friends. Not true friends.

═HISTORY═

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Alina was the oldest and only child of her family for six years before her brother Alistair came along. Really, she had a rather uneventful childhood. Full of the normal childhood scrapes and hurts, as well as the happy moments. But when Alistair came into the world, that was when she began to develop part of her personality that would stick with her through her life. Alistair was her younger brother, but with their large age gap and no one in between to fill it, Alina felt rather like a mother as well.

He came to her for reassurance after school when both their parents were out working till late, and she cared so, so, much for him. As she grew older, she decided that she wanted to do more of "this". Connecting with younger children and getting them to like her, giving advice. That wasn't the only thing she was good at, but she chose to focus on that ambition and become a teacher.

She began college.

When she was around halfway through the estimated time it would take her to become qualified for teaching, something happened that, perhaps, changed her for the worse. Her brother graduated high school, and decided to take a year off before college just as Alina had done. He went traveling for months, and when he finally came back he was... different. Alina tried to find out what had happened, but made no progress. Something had happened, but he wasn't saying anything. He avoided her and her texts, and a three months later he left.

Left. Just left. Fell out of touch, didn't say where he was going or if he would be going to college.

Alina was devastated. Her younger brother, closest kin, motivation for the very thing she was struggling through now, was gone. Wouldn't speak to her. She still forced herself to finish college, get a good, steady job. But she hasn't been the same since.

═OTHER═

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-Has a fear of driving and a slight fear of being in cars due to the mild car accident in her childhood.
-Wears contacts due to bad eyesight.

Gift of Light

Roleplay between @Dracorex and VampireOracle.

A vampire x human rp, set in Singapore.

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Sophia Lemane

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𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟚𝟘, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝔹𝕒𝕝𝕕 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕀𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕 / / ℤ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘'𝕤 𝔼𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖 / / ~𝟚𝟙𝟛𝟘

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She had drifted in and out of sleep throughout the whole ride in the APC, the events of the day having taken their toll on her. Even after sleeping a good few hours, she still felt tired. Was it really sleepiness, or just an unwillingness to wake up enough to face and sort through those past hours? Perhaps both.

Now back in her assigned and labeled room after taking a long shower to wash off the fine dust and debris that had clung to part of her body, she sank down onto the bed. Though mostly it was still exhaustion that clouded everything, there was the faint pang of hunger lying underneath. She knew she should go eat something, get some nourishment. Drink some water to alleviate the pounding in her head that came from not drinking for so many hours.

But she didn't want to walk out there again to navigate the hallways. Neither did she want to meet anyone. Or have to change out of the pajamas she had already put on and back into proper clothes. Sleep. More sleep would come first. And she didn't want to dream either.

For there was so much she could dream about. The mounds of crushed and broken buildings. The dead people. The people that had been killed by her classmates. The wounded. The monsters. The appearance of what must have been Cat's Cradle. She didn't want any of it. She wanted to go back and back until she was nothing but a little child in Arizona, too small to fully comprehend the existence of the monsters yet old enough to laugh and play. Or if that wasn't possible, back so that she would still be living with her family in New York.

But none of it was possible.

Sleep should come first. With a long exhale, she lay down, arms stretched above her.

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Then she wasn't in bed anymore. She was back, back at that strange ocean that stretched out farther than she could see. Again, she was floating above it.

She still didn't understand what it meant that she was here again. Couldn't pin point why.

Everything in this scene seemed the same as last time, so far as she could tell. Except this time, she didn't feel as much awe. More of it, instead, was confusion as she observed those strong waves, realizing that yet again she wasn't allowed to come closer.

When the droplet came, she grasped it tightly, holding it until every bit had sunk into her. Would it help?

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If she wouldn't have had that... vision before, Sophia might have thought that she had fallen asleep and dreamed it all. Curious, she sought for the magic that dwelled inside her, realizing that something had indeed changed. Last time she hadn't been sure if it had been a coincidence or not... but now... it was harder to say that the vision was not doing something to her power.

That something it was doing... was it good? Yes, if it could make her more useful. More helpful? Maybe even... stronger?

Yes. It had to help.

A Vampire's Search [Closed for now]

Greetings.

I am so glad that you decided to drop by. Please don't run away yet, I promise I don't bite... often.

Alright, so to the point. I'm looking for a roleplay partner that will hopefully stick around with me for the long term-- though of course, shorter roleplays are fine with me too! I just really want to find someone who I can get along with, someone who won't ditch after a few weeks without warning, someone who matches my ideals for roleplaying. I try not to be too picky...

Also, quick note. No smut. Please.

Romance? Sure. Smut? No.

What you can expect from me

I put the casual and advanced tag on here, though I confess I debated taking out the advanced one. I do write more than a paragraph, typically 5+ paragraphs if I have enough to respond to. I think that deserves an advanced tag according to the definition, but I was afraid I might disappoint. -_-

I tend to post anywhere from every 3 to 7 days depending on how excited I am about what is currently happening. Of course, there's also school now that that's starting up again. (Which is why I'm crazy for putting up a check right at the start of school.) However, there are times when I need to take a break (typically ranging from a few days to a week, rarely more) when everything going around me becomes overwhelming, and I need to take a break to get back up again. I try not to do this too often, but I'm warning you. It happens. Recently I've found myself putting my health and real life before rping, whereas I used to sit at the computer and let work pile just so I could type out an extra post. If you too, have periods when you need to take a break, I understand. If I like the story we're writing, I'm willing to wait too.

Roleplaying both in threads and in PM is fine with me. Of course posting in threads gets your post count up nicely, but there are benefits for PM as well. Actually, I recently have come up with a different way of doing 1x1s that I might find interesting to try, if you're willing to try it along with me.

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So, probably most of you are familiar with collaborating a post when two or more characters start a longer, more involved conversation or are doing something that requires a lot of reactions from the other character(s). I was thinking that it might be interesting to do a 1x1 kind of like a giant collab, so that contributions to the 1x1 turn out to be in the form of often shorter bits of writing.

This is to prevent writing past a point when the other character might have wanted to interrupt of refuse to go along with something. By writing shorter parts that don't move as far, the two characters can interact in a way that becomes easier, and is more true to their character. In posting form, it is possible to edit a post so the other character can get in there to do their thing, but it can become annoying after a while. It's also faster than typing out a full post each time, if some people find it hard to get an entire post together of a nice length every few days.

This would still sort of be done in a thread/PM. You could put the link for the place you are doing this collab (a etherpad, piratepad, word document, etc. Can be discussed.) in the thread, and then every time you have a good length of collab, take turns posting it in the thread. Again, it's just something I came up that I thought might be interesting to try. I haven't tried it before, so it might turn out to be a horrible idea. But if you find it as interesting as I do, perhaps we can swing at it together.

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I usually play female characters, and that is often my preference. However, I have played one or two males in my time, so depending on the circumstance I might play a male character instead. MxF pairings are the most common with me, though I am willing to try a FxF. No MxM, please.

I could go on forever about my preferences, what I normally do when rping, pet peeves, etc. But I will leave this section alone for now. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to pester me. In fact, I won't even think of it as pestering.

What I expect from you

Oh yay, here we go. I'll try not to sound too much like some cranky overbearing person.

First thing, posting. I'd love it if you could more or less keep to the same posting regularity that I do. Faster is great too! Slower? Talk to me about it, and if we decide we like each other enough, I'll wait. And wait. As long as you keep me posted, I'll wait. I would love a bit of a faster response if we go with my idea, but... if not that's okay.

About keeping me posted. As very briefly mentioned above, please please please don't run off for weeks and months without telling me. K? I know that sometimes there can be absolute emergencies, but even a few words saying you don't have time to continue for around [insert time frame here] works. You don't have to tell me all the details if you don't want to.

Casual or Advanced posting to match. That's pretty explanatory. Make an effort to use proper grammar, don't text speak, don't do one-liners, etc. I may look for posts you have done in the past (or ask you for some) before we begin, just to make sure I think we can work together. If you want to see mine, ask or stalk my page! I don't have pages containing posts with one number from the count up/down till 1000 game anymore, so don't worry.

Seriously? I can't think of anything else to add. I might add on later if I think of something, but that's all. As long as you're fine with what I have written about myself, I think that is it. Next part.

Plots and pairings
Note: I don't do fandoms.

Here are some pairings that don't have any particular plot to go with them, so we can hash that part out together. In bold is the role I would prefer to play. That doesn't mean I absolutely won't switch, but still... preferred. If nothing is bolded, I'm fine with both! I couldn't come up with a lot, so feel free to suggest some. _{It's really bothering me that I can't center this hider while keeping the contents aligned to the left, please don't mention it.}

Pairings

• Vampire x Human
• Supernatural x Hunter
• Supernatural x Human
• Test subject x Test subject
• Test subject x Human
• Human x Human in a setting that is hopefully a bit more interesting than a slice of life school rp?
• Rich child x Poor child
• Lost outsider to a place x Native (Like in a strange city?)

Next, the plots I have thought out.

Some of these, as you will notice, seem more like a group kind of rp, except there is a sort of "special" character in each. For these, I would play most or all of the excess characters, while you would play the odd special character (and a "group" character too, if you'd like). Your character would then meet with the rest and form relations and views on the rest. I view these plots as being a sort of "writing exercise"... except not. These would help me learn to adapt multiple characters (like if writing a book) to a situation I can't control, because the "main" or "special" character isn't being controlled by me. While still having fun. And keeping me motivated because I'm writing with another person.

Personal opinion? I think those plots (the ones mentioned above) might work better with my collab esque idea since it would involve more characters that will often be in the same place, each trying to do their own thing and possibly blocking out your character. But again, optional. We can make it work in thread/PM.

Now finally, after I've blabbed on and on, to the plots!

Wrong Summer Camp

Multiple characters

I'm having a weird preference for this character being a girl, but that's up to you. Age would be anywhere from 13-18.

A teenage girl/boy is browsing online for summer camps that aren't above what their parents are willing to pay, and something that isn't too far away. They come across one that looks suitable. The form, when they begin to fill it out, has the normal questions that a usual summer camp would need to know the answers to... but also a weird section. The questions in this section lead them to believe that this camp has a supernatural theme, as it mentions vampires, werewolves, and the like. (I can give an example of the form she saw if you would like.)

Perhaps they think it's just fun, perhaps they have an obsession with the supernatural, perhaps they aren't crazy about it but decide to go for it anyway. Whatever the reason, they fill out the form, get their parents to sign, and submit it. Acception comes a week or two later.

Once they arrive at camp though, they realize that something isn't right. This place... it... actually does have faeries, vampires, werewolves, etc. They are totally out of place in a strange place, and have no idea what will happen if it is found out that they are not supernatural. What do they do?

No entering. No leaving.

After much controversy, fights, battles, a war... the magic people of this world are forced to live separately, inside walls that leech their magic should they exit. These magic people are allowed to govern themselves, but are still considered part of the main world. As a part of the compromise that was made, every weekday the walls are opened to allow mixing of magic and non magic people, though it is easier for the non magic to enter the walls than it is for the magic to leave. But every night the walls close, and every weekend they stay shut until Monday comes again.

Your character enters these walls, but gets lost/looses track of the time. As a result, they get shut inside... on a Friday night. The walls open for no one once they have been shut, and so your character is trapped inside for the weekend. They will probably discover him lurking inside their walls soon, and no one knows what these strange magic people do once the walls are closed... because no one has been allowed inside during such a time before.

Your character will meet the magic people inside the walls and we will rp out what they do/what happens to them.. We can either do this as one of those group-ish rps, or I'll play one main character that they interacts with more. Either way, I probably will have a sort of main character. I also have many more ideas regarding this plot, so I would be happy to discuss those ideas with you.

The Untouchables

Multiple charactersI'll explain this one in more detail if anyone is interested. But for now, a very brief summary since I have a ton of ideas for this. Some people have been getting magic powers, how they don't exactly know (though they may have ideas). But my behind the scenes idea is that they get these powers when in some dire situation. They get a burst of their power then, and then it goes away for a while. Then their power starts flashing on and off, uncontrollably. Finally, it stabilizes and they can use it whenever they want... except sometimes a curse comes with it. Nothing much, though.

So basically, there is a group of these people, who try and find more just turned magic people. Setting is kind of medieval-ish, by the way. Your character would be a newly turned magic person. I had an idea that something different in this world would be that it is undergoing "purification", so people with diseases, those that are sick, have disabilities, etc, are being hunted down. This part doesn't have to happen, I just think it makes things more interesting.

Wow, that was vague. Anyway, ask me for more information if you'd like!

More than just a food source

So. There's a vampire on the loose. Perhaps there are a few rumors here and there, but mostly it's being covered up by those who are hunting it. One day, the vampire is chased to an area that your character is in. Weaker than usual and low on blood, the vampire grabs your character as "hostage", threatening to kill your character if they come closer.

Maybe because your character is the child of a high ranking person, or simply because the hunters are wary of causing the death of a child, but the hunters hesitate. While holding the hunters at bay, the vampy feeds on your character (I know, it sounds bad.) until they are strong enough to escape. I'm thinking this is before guns and high power weapons. But when the vampire escapes, they take your character along as a food source. Before, the vampire didn't want to capture one person to constantly feed on because it was a hassle, and because they couldn't find someone who tasted right. (That also sounds bad.)

So the vamp picked out a person every once in a while, fed, and then left. But of course, it was easier to be tracked this way. So then we get back to the story, where the vampire has decided to just keep your character with them because your character tastes so good! From there, they are stuck together. This strikes me as an idea that has a good possibility for romance, if you're interested in that.

Apocalyptic

This is the standard "end of the world" survival thing. Last few people on the earth, meet, join together eventually, etc. Still, it's something I wouldn't mind doing. We can have one character each, or I can do that group thingy where there is an entire group of survivors. I was also thinking that to make things more interesting, these people actually got the sickness/whatever caused this apocalypse, and got quite sick, but in the end managed to pull out. Instead of getting it, but never feeling the effects. When they recover, they realize that there is now something wrong with them. Maybe they have some disability, have been lamed, convulse every once in a while, fall sick every month, are able to do _____, are unable to do _____ etc.

Now, I do have to say I'm eager to see if anyone is going to approach me for any of these. So though I may add more lately, I'm posting this now! Suggesting additional plots is always welcome. If you're interested, PM me or post in this thread!

Not If You Were the Last (MxF)

I'm still not quite sure how a PhD for Physics or Chemistry can only take a year, as the information I'm getting pretty much everywhere tells me somewhere from 8 to 10 years. Even specifically for a Chemisty PhD, I got the average number of 10 years. But I won't dwell on that, since you did agree to change it. Maybe I got the wrong information. But I am not unfamiliar with GED and CLEP testing and how to graduate early. My sister did graduate high school a few years early, and passed CLEP for Pre-calculus after studying for one or two months, years before she turned 18 in order to be allowed to take Calculus based Physics that fall.

I don't have a problem with smart people. I just didn't find getting two PhDs in two years realistic, and that didn't sit well with me. Neither did I mention that I wanted to quit when I posted earlier, I simply wanted to see if you would be willing to change some things. Thank you for being understanding.

The football stuff was fine, I made no mention of it or any critique regarding that. I don't quite understand why you would bring up how long it takes to recover from a gunshot wound, but nevermind. I also didn't say that he fought the gang all 12 at a time. My point was that I should have thought that he might have gotten a wound or two that needed to be taken care of, perhaps transferring over to a foster family would have taken some time, perhaps going to all those counseling sessions you mentioned would have taken some time.

Again, thank you for agreeing to work with me to change a few things. I did not intend to drop initially, but after thinking it over last night I have, regrettably, decided that I will not continue. Don't think that it's because of this recent post exchange we're having discussing this. I have been thinking about this for a while, and I feel that the way we rp and write is quite different, and therefore I think this rp turned out to be different from what I expected.

I'm sorry for leaving this rp a month in, but I wish you luck on your other rps.

Not If You Were the Last (MxF)

Hey, Mitheral? Sorry about raising this so suddenly out of nowhere, but I'm starting to find that Duncan's level and achievements are getting a bit too high for my comfort.

I do understand that I did say that it was fine for Duncan to be a prodigy, but I did not expect him to have completed a PhD by the time he was fifteen. One PhD would have already been quite something, and completing more than one is even more unbelievable, in my opinion. Even as a prodigy, I should think that completing one PhD would have taken at least two to three years? Or much longer, in fact. That would mean that he would have started working for his PhDs at age twelve or thirteen, at an astounding young age.

What also makes these achievements too high in my view is how you wrote about his constant abuse from a young age. I should think that this would have meant he might have had to miss school to recover, on top of the fact that you said in his bio that he was often bored-- meaning that he must not have been allowed to skip grades, at least not until later.

I should also think that recovering from killing several gang members must have taken a while, and all that counseling afterward must have taken time away from his studies.

I'm not sure when he changed hands to a foster family. But if Duncan would have changed to his kind family that allowed him to study as much as he liked at a younger age, it probably would have not been possible for him to defeat those gang members.

I would like to ask if you are willing to tone down what Duncan has done. Some intellect is great and I think that it makes things more interesting for Darlene to be around someone who knows so much, but all these PhDs and degrees are making me uncomfortable.