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Disclaimer (a.k.a. Rules & Preferences) |
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First of all, I only do one-on-one RPs, and I only roleplay over PMs. Sorry if you were hoping otherwise. I just can't keep up with group RPs (though a threesome might work).
Writing Level
I'm Literate and somewhat Advanced; 1-6 paragraphs is a good length. Check my samples for examples.
I'd like you to be able to write in understandable English and complete sentences. A few typos are fine - they slip past me, too - but you should at least be able to write with correct capitalization and punctuation most of the time. Again, anywhere from 1-6 paragraphs is a good post length, as long as it moves the plot along. Also, please only write in third-person when in-character. And no god-moding, though that goes without saying.
Language
I can live with swearing and that kind of language, but please try to minimize it. If you can't, it's no biggie. I hardly swear at all, though, so don't expect anything from me in this department.
Violence
I have no such qualms about blood, gore, and violence, though. However much you want is fine by me.
Romance
I only do Het. None of this yaoi or yuri stuff if you please. Also, no incest.
A Note About Female characters
I don't want to roleplay with someone who plays an innocent, naive, helpless little girl (or woman, for that matter). Innocence is fine, but I'd like it if your character can hold their own and help move the rp along. Don't be too submissive. Dominant characters are more interesting, but your character doesn't have to be dominant.
Multiple Characters
Multiple characters are fine, too. We can have them from the beginning, introduce them later on, or just not have any more than 1 character a piece. It's your choice.
A Few Last Words
Expect a long-term roleplay.
I make no guarantee that I will be able to reply in a timely fashion, or as soon as you want me to. My internet time fluctuates a bit; sometimes I will be on every day of the week, other times I might not get any time on the internet for a week or so. I will do my best to be consistent, but no guarantees.
If I haven't replied in a while, it doesn't mean I've forgotten you or that I don't want to do the roleplay anymore. I will try to let you know if I lose interest in the roleplay. If you get bored or don't like something in the roleplay, I expect you to tell me so we can change something. I will do you the same courtesy.
And finally, originality and creativity will be loved, though I can't guarantee how creative I'll be. Don't worry about it too much, but try your best and I will too. smile
 Kax Sparkson · Thu Aug 30, 2007 @ 02:42pm · 0 Comments |
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Genres
These can be mixed and matched to taste, or even combined with elements from books or video games. Sci-fi dragonriders, or alchemist and abhorsen pirates - just about anything is fair game. If I've left out your favorite genre, it doesn't mean I won't roleplay it; just let me know and we can discuss it.
Genres I'm interested in:Medieval
Medieval/Fantasy
Sci-Fi
Pirates
Court politics
Dragonriders
Sky Pirates
Steampunk
Cyberpunk
Dystopian
Tribal
Arranged Marriage* Genres I don't really like:Most Modern
Most Vampires (requires convincing)
Slave * Only if mixed with something else to make it more interesting.
Fan Roleplays
For roleplays based on a book, game, movie, anime, etc., I never roleplay canon characters - only original ones. I won't want to roleplay with you unless your character is an original one, too. Canon characters can be in the roleplay, but only as background characters. I want our characters to be in the limelight.
Here are some things I'm willing to do fan roleplays for. Feel free to suggest something else and see if I know it - if I don't, you can tell me about it or give me a link to somewhere I can learn about it. Still, I'd rather do ones I'm familiar with.
BooksLord of the Rings
Dune
Abhorsen
Narnia
Harry Potter
DragonRiders of Pern
Hyperion MoviesStar Wars
The Island
X-men
Hancock
Avatar (James Cameron's, not the airbender) Video GamesJak & Daxter
Nox
Warcraft
Final Fantasy X
Legend of Zelda
Morrowind
Mass Effect TV Shows/AnimeFull Metal Alchemist
Battlestar Galactica
Firefly Other Settings
Plots
These are purposely vague and are intended to be used as a starting point to spring off from and be fleshed out as we play. Feel free to send me your own plot ideas!
Two assassins are hired to kill someone and are forced to work together.
An outcast Orc falls in love with a human (see sample #1 for a possible starting post).
A slave galley is attacked and two slaves manage to escape in the resulting confusion.
A plane (or setting equivalent) crashes, forcing the passengers to hang together.
Our characters are in jail (or are being put on a remote prison island or planet).
A ship captain picks up crew and passengers before setting out.
A spaceship crashes on a remote/unknown planet and the passengers (most are strangers to each other) are abruptly awakened from cryo-sleep.
A pair of masters/apprentices (Jedi or otherwise) are on a mission together when the masters are killed/captured.
Sci-fi alien races in a medieval fantasy setting.
Fantasy races like elves or orcs in a sci-fi setting
Kax Sparkson · Thu Aug 30, 2007 @ 02:37pm · 0 Comments |
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Sample #1:
Wrapped in animal skins as they were, the feet barely made a sound as they fell on the fringe of grass lining the forest floor. The one the feet belonged to could make himself unheard when he needed to, despite his large size. The deer that were his prey moved just as silently, however, if not more so. Following the tracks left by their split hooves, the green-skinned figure picked his way carefully through the trees, uncertain how far ahead they still were. He just needed to get close enough get a shot on one of the deer; any closer and they'd bolt away like startled squirrels.
The orcish hunter's long, thick hair, as dark brown as the bark of the trees that surrounded him, hung loose in a wild mane down his back. Bearskins lay draped around his neck and over his torso, and other animal skins fixed about his waist hung down between his legs like a loincloth. His dark green arms and legs were bare, however. Tall and broad of shoulder, the slight bulges of his muscles flexed as he moved through the forest. The orc wasn't a hulk by any stretch of the word, but he did possess something of the strong build so common to his race. The axe in his hand had seen sharper days, but looked like it could still slice easily through the haunches of his prey. Scanning the foliage for signs of the deer, his reddish-brown eyes swept back and forth, spotting a dropping or two here, alighting on a hoofprint there. A dark red tattoo, almost the color of blood, adorned his left cheek with a mix of swirls and jagged lines.
The orc's name was Kharn gar'Kazul, and he called these wooded slopes home. He had arrived at the Thorskill Mountains several years ago, decided he had finally traveled far enough, and started dwelling in one of the caves that littered the area. He'd had to convince the bear who lived in it to let him stay – Kharn still wore the creature's furry hide – but he'd quickly come to like the area, and it wasn't any more inhospitable than anywhere else he'd seen. No other sentient beings lived anywhere nearby, to his knowledge, but that was the way he liked it. They'd given him too much trouble in the past. Here he wouldn't bother anyone, and they wouldn't bother him.
It was the time of year when winter and spring fought over who had control of the weather. The time of year when the snow would thaw and it would get warmer, only for another week of snow to follow on its heels. This particular morning was one of the warmer ones, which was perfect for Kharn for it meant that the animals he hunted would be out looking for food. The air was still cool enough for him to wear his bearskins, though. Winter hadn't relinquished its hold entirely yet.
But the orc wasn't thinking about the weather at the moment, for his searching gaze had just found his prey. Four good-sized deer, three of them does and one a fawn. He doubted he could hit one of them from this distance, however, so he crept as quietly as he could towards them, freezing whenever their heads jerked up suspiciously. Then, just when Kharn decided he'd gotten close enough and raised his axe behind his head for the throw, he thought he heard a sound. Apparently the deer did too, because their little white tails jerked upright and they bounded away with fierce kicks of their legs. He threw his axe a split-second later, but it missed the fleeing creatures completely, hitting the side of a tree several yards away and falling harmlessly to the ground beside it. Annoyance starting to simmer beneath his skin, Kharn spun towards where he thought the sound had come from, his hands clenching into fists.
Sample #2:
As the girl's voice trailed off, it was as if she were the only one in the room. No sound of breathing, no glimmer of light, managed to penetrate her senses. The only sound, quite lonesome in the quiet room, was the pitter-patter of the rain-drops on the metal roof of the warehouse. Then her captor spoke, breaking the brief silence.
"Do you honestly think you've never done anything bad?" the low voice asked. Without waiting for a reply, it said, "How ignorant. Well, at least you know something. You seem to know a slice of your past. Still, you don't know the full story, do you?" All of these comments, and the question that ended the monologue, seemed to be more personal musings than actually directed at Allie.
Suddenly the room filled with a bright light, almost blinding after the utter darkness of just moments before, and the room's interior was revealed. They were in a small, rectangular room with two doors. The girl was standing in front of the one they had entered through, and the other stood on the left wall, closed. The other walls were solid, bare concrete. The floor was made of wooden planks, hidden somewhere beneath all the dust, dirt, and sawdust that coated the floor and obscured a few rusty old pipes laying about. There were no furnishings other than a small three-legged stool standing in front of the girl, and against one wall, a simple wooden chair, upon which sat her captor.
This figure, who had up until now remained as inscrutible as the sky on a cloudy day, now sat on the chair, situated beneath a lightswitch. A middle-aged oriental woman, she had dark eyes and hair, which was put up in a ponytail. She wore a simple, comfortable black one-piece suit with a dark red trim, and black leather shoes. Her face made her look knowledgeable about the world, and yet slightly curious at the same time, as if perhaps she was in a situation she had never been in before. Her legs crossed, her hands folded in her lap, she looked like a principal examining a naughty student before pronouncing judgement.
"Well, now that you can see me," she said softly, "sit down," Leaning forwards, she motioned towards the stool. "Get used to my appearance, for you'll be seeing a lot of me in the upcoming months. Well, weeks at least. So tell me, what are your foster parents like? Will they be quite worried about you? Will they go running all over town to try and find you? Would they pay any amount of money to get you back?" She let this last sentence hang in the air menacingly before sitting back into her chair.
Sample #3:
BOOM! Suddenly the rafters over Kax's head came crashing down, splinters flying everywhere and dust blowing up into his face and getting onto his white and blue garments. Blue fire arched along the wooden beams and walls from the point of contact, destroying everything in its path. Kax and the other apprentices ran out of the shop, followed closely by their master, who yelled all the way for them to get out. "By the Garstick, I'll tan your hides if you don't get moving!" he threatened loudly. Annoyed, Kax and the other young men rolled their eyes as they hurried out.
Out in the street, chaos reigned as great, hulking balls of blue fire flew down out of the air and landed on buildings and people. In their wake, everything burned, whether it was made out of wood, stone, metal, or anything else. Everything burned. Women and children screamed as they fled, while men cried out in terror. Destruction of this magnitude had not been seen for a millenium.
The ice blue hair on Kax's scalp prickled, and he dove out of the way just in time to avoid one of the burning blue balls. His master and several of his fellow apprentices weren't so lucky, however. Tears filmed his dark blue eyes as he turned away from the scene and ran away. Somehow he had to avoid the meteors of blue flame, but it didn't seem like anywhere was safe; even the ground where some of the fireballs had landed was scorched. Meanwhile, the other surviving apprentices, the boys he had grown up and trained with, all ran in different directions. That was probably the last they would ever see of each other.
Sample #4:
It was a perfect night for the job he had to do. The moon, a mere sliver of silvery luminance, did not give off enough light to betray him and hardly lit up the ground around him as he ran. He measured his steps carefully so that, even though he moved quickly, his footfalls made almost no sound.
The high stone walls of the castle loomed before him, and the man slowed to a stop. Grasping the stones a ways above his head, he started climbing, moving silently from foothold to foothold, a mere shadow creeping up the wall. He stopped as he neared the top, listening carefully for any sound of approaching guards. After ascertaining that the coast was clear, he leaped over the battlements, the black cloth that hid the bottom half of his face whispering in the wind, and crouched on the walkway at the top of the wall. An open door beckoned at each end, but he had been briefed on the layout of the castle, and knew his plan inside out. Still crouching, he moved quickly over to the far door and slipped inside.
Hearing footsteps, he darted up the wall and wedged himself against the ceiling. If they didn't look up, he would stay undetected. A guard carrying a poleaxe climbed the stairs beneath him and exited the tower, and the man wearing completely black, form-fitting clothes dropped quietly to the floor again. He descended the winding stone staircase and wound his way through several corridors to the heart of the castle, stopping once or twice to hide from a passing guard.
Their correspondent had told them of a secret passage leading directly into the throne room, and he entered it now. He crept along to its end, and lifted a corner of the tapestry that covered the opening. The back of the king's large, ornate throne met his eyes. Glancing around, he spotted the king on the other side of the room, pacing about beside a table, apparently lost in thought.
The man behind the curtain sneaked out of the secret passageway and hid behind the throne. Silently slipping one of his knives from a sheath strapped to his leg, he peered around the edge of the large chair. He was just about to throw the knife when he noticed a hint of movement. Could it be? No, surely not....
Sample #5:
In the frenzy of the attack, he had loosed almost all the knives he had about him into the fray. A few struck home, incapacitating their intended targets, but the others flew wide, embedding themselves harmlessly into the wall and floor. Jale possessed a love for knives and other small blades, for their smooth, sharp edges and the clean cuts he could make with them. Guns were all well and good, and he did carry one with him in all missions, but he believed they required less skill to use and put too much distance between assassin and victim. He preferred to get close enough to savor the kill and take pride in it. There was no pride in a sniper shot from across the street.
As the flash bomb hurtled towards the guard, the assassin only had one knife left. It was in his hand almost as soon as the flash bomb left it. A fat lot of good it was going to do against the swarm of guards bearing down on them, though. But there was nothing for it; he had to get out of here now, somehow or other.
"Only one way to find out," he answered Roxanna in a low voice. He didn't catch the message hidden in the nuances of her voice, or perhaps he would have acted differently. Probably not, however; he hated failure, and getting captured was definitely not one of the successful outcomes he'd been hoping for in this situation. At least Mr. Orrenson was dead. It irked him that she'd beaten him to it, though. 'No, now's not the time to dwell on that - got to get out of here NOW!'
His thoughts burst into action even as the bomb burst and flooded the room in its blinding light. Opening his eyes, he lunged for one of the guards who was standing next to the window, raising a hand to his eyes as he tried to regain his sight. With a punch in the man's chest, Jale sent the man lurching into the window behind him. He fired his gun instinctively as he fell, bullets raking the ceiling and shattering the window with a loud crash. The windowsill was the only thing that kept the guard from falling three stories to his death.
Moving towards the window and his escape, the black-garbed assassin turned for one last look at the other agent. This suspicious woman seemed to possess dark secrets as shady as his own, and he still couldn't fathom how in the world this coincidence could have occurred. He wondered if she would be able to escape the way he was about to, and a tiny pang of guilt nipped his conscience. He was probably abandoning her to her death, wasn't he? Somehow it seemed like a worse crime than killing someone in cold blood; at least he had selfless reasons for those kills. Her death would be brought about only by his selfish abandonment of her. But he needed to leave immediately, or he would lose his chance. He silently wished her the best of luck before turning back to the window.
All these thoughts flew through his head in a single instant, but that brief moment was all it took for the guards to regain enough of their sight to be dangerous once more. Several of them rushed him just as he was about to get away. Grabbing his arms, they knocked his last knife from his grasp and sent it tumbling to the floor before pinning his arms behind his back. He gasped and writhed in their tight hold for a few frantic seconds before one of them hit his head forcefully with the butt of his gun. Everything went black, even as he heard the rest of the guards making their way to the other assassin.
Hours later - though of course he had no way to know just how much time had passed - Jale's eyelids fluttered and slid open slowly. 'How did this happen?' he wondered as he stared bleakly up at a blank, nondescript ceiling. 'I'm supposed to be better than this!' Then he remembered her. The one who'd gotten in the way and brought all the guards down on their backs. He was going to have a few choice words to say to her when he found her.
He tried to rub his eyes but found his hands were tied. Indeed, as he lowered his head and looked down, he found he was bound hand and foot to the chair he sat on. The walls, floor, and ceiling of the plain room were painted a nondescript grey, and the room hardly contained more than his chair and a table over in one corner. Where was this? Closing his eyes again, he let his chin fall to his chest. Things looked pretty bad.
Kax Sparkson · Thu Aug 30, 2007 @ 02:19pm · 0 Comments |
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I'm twenty-one.
I am male in real life.
I have never had a girlfriend and don't want one.
I find odd, remarkable, and almost creepy similarities between RP partner relationships and boyfriend/girlfriend relationships. You agree to do it, and you do it for a while, but then eventually one of you loses interest and just up and leaves.
I can't keep up with group roleplays.
I think scars and tattoos make characters much more interesting.
I like quote stacks; I like being able to see what's gone before.
I started roleplaying somewhere around my 13th birthday. So I've been roleplaying off and on for 8 years.
I'm open to critique and/or suggestions on how I could RP better.
Kax Sparkson · Thu Aug 30, 2007 @ 01:50pm · 0 Comments |
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