Hello, all. If you're looking for an RP partner and you can adhere to the following requests, I am more than willing to participate in an rp with you. Not to brag, but I've been told I'm extremely good at making RP plots.
- No homo ships please. MxF only. No trans characters. Sorry. No exceptions.
- No strong language. Keep PG-13 or lower. No exceptions.
- No sexual content. Romance is welcomed, but no sex or inappropriate content.
- No demons or magic. Powered characters will be accepted, but not demonic or "supernatural" (i.e., gods) backgrounds.
- I would like to do a sci-fi or dystopia adventure where we can ship the two main characters. I would like to have the male character please.
- Feel free to offer ideas, but if you don't have any, I'll come up with some.
- Ask questions if needed.
- Please try to post at least twice a week.
Thank you.
-M
Ah, wonderful! Hello there. ^-^ Do you have any specific preferences or ideas in mind? Like, do you want to do a sci-fi RP? A dystopia? Neither? Both? Do you prefer doing powered characters or non-powered characters? Apologies for bombarding you with questions. I'm just a tad insane.
I think dystopia could definitely be fun! Mixed with sci fi could be cool as well ^^ depending on what the plot is, we can decide on whether or not powers would fit well or if they could just be left out. Are there any kind of relationship dynamics you prefer?
Perfect! Do you have any plots in mind? Even if you don't have anything specific, do you have any elements you like to include, or any suggestions? If not, I will whip some up for us to choose from. ^-^
As far as relationship dynamics go, I find myself loving a wide variety of relationship dynamics, so there's not really a specific one. I can do about any and can do most character personalities, as long as it's alright that I have the male half of this relationship. It is possible for me to do the female if necessary, it's just difficult for me to function one as my main character for some strange reason. Hm.
I'm fine with being the female ^^. As far as plots, I'm not sure. A lot of romance roleplays I'm in end up going very fast, but I think it would be more interesting to have a sort of slow burn? I have one female character, but I'll probably end up making a new character for this roleplay, so I'm open to just about anything :) I tend to like playing as characters who are a bit fiery and sensitive, but still capable and willing to do things on their own. Most of my characters are tentative to accept help from other people at first just because they'd rather do it themself. Maybe my character could have a crashed spaceship and you help her? Or we could be on the same one. That's just for sci fi, though. Do you have any ideas?
This works out great, because I generally prefer the slow burn– bonus points if the characters aren't big fans of each other at first and then slowly but surely realize that they are desperately in love with the other and don't want to continue life without the other.
ahem.
Ah, yes. I have many characters like that, too. (I have 113 characters, so… uh… I have a lot. 0.0) I will probably make a new character for this RP as well, because I love making new characters. ^-^ I literally have a very vast range of characters– everything from smol to sweet to angry to huge to emo to angry to emotionally distant to clingy to geniuses to dumb… and everything in between, as well a mixture of all. Eheh. I can play just about any of them.
Oh, that would be an interesting idea. What if there is a colony on some other planet (whether it be Mars, the moon, or one more distant) where humans have established civilizations, but some sort of war or uprising led to some disaster or eradication of the peoples on said planet, and your character narrowly escaped with her life? Maybe she was an important individual back in the colony? Maybe she will have enemies that pursue her? Who knows. This gives a lot of possibility for backstory.
That could be fun! Would she still be a human character, or just humanoid? I'll let you decide what kind of character you want to use, but I think I'm probably going to make mine rather short (I'm a sucker for smol characters lol) and feisty. If you want to have a tall/small thing going, I'm totally down
I love tol/smols, so this is a must
Personally, I'd vote for her to be a human, but she is your character and it's completely up to you. My character will definitely be a human. Depending on her personality, my dude might be tol and chill, so we can have tol and chill plus smol and feisty, and that would be cute. ^-^ Of course, there's no guarantee on his level of chill-ness yet, but my mind is already brainstorming ideas for him, so we'll see if they stick.
My vote is for full human as well, and everything else you said sounds great ^^ any other ideas, or should we get started? I think we should always feel free to add ideas in parentheses or something, though, considering we kinda only have a loose idea of what we're doing XD templates or no?
Oh, yes! We can definitely throw ideas in as we go. So, let's see what we have established…
- Dystopian/sci-fi Earth
- Something causes Smol Feisty to crash on Earth in her space ship
- Tol Chill somehow finds her
- And we go from there
I love doing templates, but if you don't want to, that's also fine with me. I think that my tall boi will like technology a lot and like making/working with cool gadgets, since this is the future and sci-fi. :3
I think maybe a simple template to get basics down since we're both making new characters, and then developing them in the roleplay would be good ^^
Alright then!
I'll slap this together really quick. Feel free to add or take away anything, this was just a quickie.
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Personality:
Brief Appearance Description:
Preferred Outfit:
Brief Backstory:
Skills:
Weaknesses:
Items/Weapons/Etc.:
Other:
Name: Celeste (Cece)
Gender: Female
Age: 20(?)
Personality: Sassy and kinda pissy. ("I can do it myself! It's just a broken arm, for god's sake. I can walk.") Despite her cold exterior, she's actually pretty sensitive and bad at hiding it if you really upset her. Secretly likes cuddles
Brief Appearance Description: 4'10, medium length platinum blonde hair, thin but soft/slightly hippy, freckles, blue/green eyes
Preferred Outfit: Anything comfortable and/or stylish, preferably in darker tones. Will probably be wearing slim fitting black pants and a black stylish jacket over a light gray shirt
Brief Backstory: Born on (planet name), which is very similar to earth. A large asteroid hit the planet and she narrowly escaped with her life. Her engine failed while flying and she crashed on (current planet)
Skills: Flying, fixing things, resolve, arguing, ranged combat
Weaknesses: Physical strength to a degree, close combat, f e e l i n g s
Items/Weapons/Etc.: Laser gun of some sort??, toolbox
Other: ehhhhh idk
Okay, let me just say…
I love her.
She is perfect. Absolutely perfect. I love it. Everything about her, from the appearance description, the personality, the skills–
Ahem.
Let me get tol boi ready, and then we can begin! ^-^
Aww, I'm glad you like her <33
Aaa I love him. Do you want me to start since I'm crashing and stuff?
Celeste swore, trying frantically to get her engine to start up again. "I do not need this today!" She could tell it wasn't going to work, so she just tried her best to steer her ship to land somewhere that wouldn't kill her upon impact. She crashed into a forest on the planet she'd stumbled across and lost consciousness. Her ship was shredded; a large, sharp piece of metal pinned her to the dashboard(?), and she was bleeding and broken in several places. Nonetheless, she was noticeably breathing, however labored it was. She was alive.
A young inventor, who had been standing outside of his underground house when the crash happened, had a clear view of the ship as it plummeted from the sky, nosediving into the dense forest near his home. He wasted no time in investigating the scene, hurriedly climbing into his all-terrain vehicle and zooming over the rocky, forest floor, the tires bouncing against protruding tree roots. Upon arriving, his eyes widened at the sight of the totaled ship.
Smoke rolled from the engine, rising into the trees and sky. He stifled a cough, batting the smoke away from his face as he ventured towards the destroyed spacecraft. No one could've survived a crash like this– but that didn't stop him from fighting to pry the door open (which was fairly easy, as the door had nearly been ripped off its hinges during the impact).
He pulled his scarf up over his face and his goggles down over his eyes as he stepped inside, an attempt to protect himself from the thick smoke. He could hardly see anything, but he crept further into the darkness, holding his breath as his eyes scanned for any form of life.
There. The single passenger, a young woman, lay unconscious, pinned against the dashboard.
"Oh, crap." She was dead. She had to be.
He rushed over to her, hurrying to get the piece of metal that had pinned her down off– and, despite her bloodied and broken state, a flood of relief washed over him when he saw her breathing.
She was alive!
But she didn't look like she would be for long if he didn't get her any medical attention.
Making a point to be as gentle as possible, he scooped her limp body up into his arms, coughing against the smoke that burned his lungs, and rushed back outside. He sucked in a breath of fresh air, thanking heaven for it.
Now he just had to figure out how to save this stranger's life.
Celeste coughed weakly, laying limp in Sebastian's arms. She weighed very little, though that was no surprise considering how small she was. Her dark clothes were singed, exposing patches of her pale skin. Blood seeped from several wounds on her body, some more concerning than others, and stained Sebastian's front with red. She was unstable and it still wasn't clear whether or not she'd survive. One of her arms was clearly broken, but beyond that, though Sebastian didn't know it yet, she had several broken ribs, a cracked skull, and a fracture in her ankle.
"Oh man, oh man," Sebastian muttered under his breath as he gently laid her in the passenger seat of his vehicle, his expression twisting into one of concerned sympathy as he looked over her injuries. That arm would be hard to fix– and God only knew the level of internal damage she had sustained. His level of medical knowledge was limited. Yes, he had some, but– he was no doctor. But, what choice did he have? Going into the city to find an actual hospital would be a big risk– one that he would only take if it proved absolutely necessary. So, for now, he would acknowledge her injuries himself.
He threw himself into the driver's seat and floored the vehicle– immediately realizing that he needed to be careful not to sling his injured passenger out of her seat, so he placed one arm in front of her to prevent that. The vehicle's big tires spun, slinging dirt as he zoomed back through the forest, out into the clearing where his underground house protruded from the earth. Thank God no one was judging him based on his ability to drive well, or else he would've failed– but, the good news was, he was fast, and that was what he deemed important right now.
He brought the unconscious stranger into his home, depositing her gently on his couch and venturing off to scavenge for a first aid kit. He knew he had one around here somewhere…
Celeste stirred a little on the couch, fighting unconsciousness, but losing the battle for now. Her body needed rest, and it would force her brain to rest if it was the last thing it did. Her breathing was ragged and uneven, which likely came from the quantity of smoke she'd taken in. She fit easily on the couch because of her size, though she didn't look particularly comfortable. Her wounds were starting to clot by now.
Sebastian found the first aid kit in his closet, lying on one of the top shelves. He yanked it down, ignoring the dust particles that exploded in every direction, intruding his breathing space and irritating his eyes. He hurried back into the living room, where his concern for the stranger only skyrocketed at the sight of her. Her condition was definitely severe, and he was overwhelmed– because he only had a little bit of an idea of what to do.
"Please don't die," he begged under his breath, kneeling beside the couch as he flipped open the first aid kit. "Do not die." He took one look at the first aid's contents and bit his lip. This woman's life was in his hands. His hands. He drew in a quick breath and started trying to do what he could for her wounds, his first goal to slow the blood-loss. He at least knew how to do that much. He'd done it before for himself plenty times.
