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I am Looking For: Both
Roleplay Resume? For the most part, yes.
I am most interested in... Fine with anything. Desiring fantasy, vampires, odd creatures, school, romance, horror and/or adventure RP
Contact Me Through: PMs mostly
 
I am Looking For: 1x1, or small group.
Roleplay Resume? Mhmm.
I am most interested in... Action, Fantasy, Gore. Though I'm open to most concepts.
Contact Me Through: PM. Or the little wall post thing. o.O
 
I am Looking For: Group RPs, One on One RPs or BOTH.
Roleplay Resume? Yes
I am most interested in... Training RP's, Teaching students RP, Social RP's, Spar RP's and Creative RP's
Contact Me Through: PMs
 
I am Looking For: Group RPs, maybe a 1x1.
Roleplay Resume? Yeppers.
I am most interested in... Original plots and settings, sci-fi and fantasy. I'm up for almost anything though.
Contact Me Through: PMs
 
I am Looking For: BOTH.
Roleplay Resume? Did you fill out your roleplay resume? Yes I am most interested in fantasy but I don't mind most other stuff either. Contact Me Through However you can!

I REALLY REALLY want to Rp but things generally fill up before I get to them or people dont post. So if you're good with keeping up and have cool ideas PLEASE let me know! [end pathetic plea]
 
I am Looking For:BOTH.
Roleplay Resume? Yes
I am most interested in... Fantasy, Modern, Mature, Fandom (Original Chars), Horror, Dark, Romance, Action
Contact Me Through: PMs, IMs
 
I am Looking For: Group Roleplays as well as One on One! I don't mind :]
Roleplay Resume? Yes, I have both my roleplay and mature resumes filled out! Take a gander.
I am most interested in... I want a yaoi or hetero roleplay; I want a fantasy-romance-drama roleplay with lots of plot twists and challenges.
Contact Me Through: Pm's or Visitor Messages are fine! :]
 
I am Looking For: Both, but I prefer one x one.
Roleplay Resume? Did you fill out your roleplay resume? Yes, I did.
I am most interested in... Fantasy, medieval, renaissance, high school (Have been wanting to do one for a good while now), romance
Contact Me Through: PMs, IMs <---- (Skype)

Thanks ^ ^
 
Hey I'm new to the site but an expirenced rper.
I am looking for: One x One
Roleplay resume: yes
Most interested: Romance (MxF), action, modern, fantasy, apoclypse (wasteland or zombies.)
Contact me" Pm's i think... im new so bear with me
 
I am Looking For: One on One RPs.
Roleplay Resume? Yes. As well as the mature resume.
I am most interested in... Modern, slice of life, supernatural, romance (especially forbidden), yaoi, drama.
Contact Me Through: PMs, visitor messages work well too.
 
Right then. Come at me! o/ I hope this works.

I am Looking For: Either one on one or group RPGs, either well planned and organized or with the settings and characters blown from the wind - I don't mind. What you should be aware of, though, is, even though I have some background in RPG'S, I am not a native English speaker - so if occasional grammatical mistakes is what you can tolerate, all should be good.
Roleplay Resume? There it is! Go 'n' get it.
I am most interested in... As for genres, I am open to almost everything. Soft and hard sci-fi, apocalyptic, post-apocalyptic and modern fantasy (shape shifters eeee!) are what I'm most inspired in at this time, but an engaging setting is what surpasses all genre preferences. What I'm not too much inclined for are genres including angelic or demonic elements, porn without plot or romance only, angst and furries.
Contact Me Through: Visitor messages or private messages.
 
I am Looking For: Both
Roleplay Resume? Yes
I am most interested in... Fantasy I suppose, but I am open to a lot of thing and generally I am very intrigued by something creative or unique or with an interesting plot.
Contact Me Through: PM
 
Psychedelic's Invite Request

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I AM LOOKING FOR...
Group Roleplays, One on One Roleplays, Mature Roleplays


GENRES I AM INTERESTED IN...
Fantasy, Modern, Scifi, Romance, Paranormal, Horror, Historical, Anthro, Steampunk, Medieval, Space Sagas, Fanbased, DnD, Fairy Tale, Grimdark, Realistic, High School, Apocalyptic, Aliens, Mutants, Super Hero, Military, Socializing, Questing


OTHER GENRES AND THEMES I LIKE...
I'm game for pretty much anything


THINGS I -DON'T- LIKE IN ROLEPLAYS...
Just overly cliche characters. Of course, sometimes it's fun to do the whole weak little girl thing, just not too much of it.


CONTACT ME THROUGH...
Visitor Message, Private Message


MY USUAL ROLEPLAY POSTS WILL LOOK LIKE...
Peace was a noble ideal, perhaps the most noble of any goal, and yet it had been almost forgotten by the majority of beings in the world. Bloodshed had been rife for so long that the thought of it ending was not only absurd, it was terrifying to those who contemplated it. Any change now would undoubtedly shake any kingdom to its core, as no doubt those once employed to eviscerate the enemy would turn on eachother. And of course, there was the practical element - who would buy the surplus weaponry if no great army was needed? It was a sad truth that many merchants and craftsmen had been borne to higher places by this hell of a war.

One of the few with a gentle enough soul to still wish for an end to the violence, was one Peter Brigonna. Although he was undoubtedly an accomplished warrior, having been ruthlessly trained since he was old enough to waddle along with a wooden stick clutched in podgy fingers, Peter was not overly keen to stain his heart with the blood of those killed for the heinous crime of being a little different. It was a progressive standpoint, perhaps born out of weakness, or else compassion. It was difficult to say which, particularly when any of these vague feelings were always kept hidden. There was also the issue of the strong fear the teenage prince felt. Although he doubted all this people were completely evil, he was still petrified of them, having had this emotion indoctrinated into him since birth. It was this fear that allowed him to fell other men on the battlefield, adrenaline keeping him from too much self doubt - at least until later on.

At only just seventeen, Peter was barely a man, though he did his level best to please his father - a man not known for his tolerance. It was as a result of the kings ruthless attitude towards the war -as well as his son - that Peter had been hurled into battle (even if it was under the protection of a guard, and well towards the rear of the field) from the day of his thirteenth birthday. So far he had escaped death, although he did bear a few significant scars, most notably a deep welt that spanned from shoulder to opposite hip, the tight knot of tissue often causing significant discomfort when the young man was required to duck and dive in the full flow of battle.

With the stalemate of the war showing no signs of breaking any time soon, the prince was once again out to battle the unnatural foes that were the Larigoths. The days death toll was high, as usual, and the fighting had been going on for some hours now. It was now a case of picking through the dead bodies, charging at the spell casters in a rage, rather than holding to any particular formation. Some generals still signalled orders, but few were heeded. The battalion to which the young prince belonged were following orders, lurking in the woodland in wait of deserters. Whether they belonged to the Acaedian army, or the Larigoths - there were to be no survivors.

This assignment did not fit well with the honest hearted prince, who believed that anything as grisly as war should at least be fought on open terms. That was why Peter situated himself on the end of the line, hoping that no one would pass him this far out. Despite his doubt over this, equally green eyes surveyed the forest, while he also listened out for any telltale noises. Had it not been for the vibrant red of his tunic - which happened to be decorated with a noble eagle splayed over the chest - the slightly mucky individual might have been well camouflaged in his surroundings. Olive toned skin was covered with fine (but grubby) chainmail armour, though he was not wearing a helmet today - he needed his peripheral vision in these surroundings.

Peter was beginning to wonder if he would get away with spilling no blood today, when a ghost of a noise reached him. It was faint, perhaps just a lost animal, but it still warranted investigation. With a sigh, the muscled fellow readied his weapon - a finely crafted claymore fitted with a jeweled pommel. It was unnecessarily flashy, of course, but a father would always dote on his son. At the moment Peter was of an average height and build, though it was likely that within the next year or so he would have another growth spurt, and become a lithely built man, not exactly slender, but certainly escaping the bulk which would prevent him displaying the agile prowess that he now enjoyed.

The prince walked slowly, attempting to be stealthy, and not doing too badly at it. As he advanced, the familiar noise of laboured breathing was confirmed, and he nervously wrung his hands around the swords grip, knowing what he had to do. His scruffy hair fell into his eyes, which was hardly ideal in this situation, but cutting it properly was just too much of a hassle. The jagged locks were actually a dark brown, though in this light the difference between that and black was pretty much non existent.

Now, after a time, the source of the sounds became visible. Definitely a Larigoth, certainly not an innocent little deer. What a shame. As Peter approached from behind, his steps as quiet as was humanly possible, his heart beat faster, nerves rising. He had never killed a man out of the heat of battle, and didn't really want to start now. However, this didn't stop him attempting to make his father proud. Given the difficult terrain, Peter decided on abandoning the claymore, in favour of a pair of cruelly formed jagged daggers. They were designed much like a barbed arrow, removal would only cause more damage. The young prince hurled one of these weapons at the exposed arm of this potentially unaware adversary. It wasn't a very well calculated throw, and Peter knew it, he couldn't really stomach this dirty fighting malarky.
 
Eira's Invite Request

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I AM LOOKING FOR...
Group Roleplays, One on One Roleplays, Mature Roleplays


GENRES I AM INTERESTED IN...
Fantasy, Modern, Scifi, Romance, Paranormal, Historical, Medieval, Fairy Tale, Realistic, High School, Socializing


OTHER GENRES AND THEMES I LIKE...
Anime, Yaoi, Shape-Shifting, Drama


THINGS I -DON'T- LIKE IN ROLEPLAYS...
Slave, Yuri, Furry


CONTACT ME THROUGH...
Visitor Message, Private Message
 
shadw-saber's Invite Request

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MATURE RESUME: Click to view shadw-saber's Mature Resume

I AM LOOKING FOR...
Group Roleplays, One on One Roleplays


GENRES I AM INTERESTED IN...
Fantasy, Modern, Scifi, Paranormal, Horror, Anthro, Medieval, Fanbased, Fairy Tale, High School, Apocalyptic, Aliens, Military, Questing


OTHER GENRES AND THEMES I LIKE...



THINGS I -DON'T- LIKE IN ROLEPLAYS...



CONTACT ME THROUGH...
Visitor Message, Private Message, Instant Messenger, Email


MY USUAL ROLEPLAY POSTS WILL LOOK LIKE...
-the experiment lunges forward from his right foot thrusting his right fist forward causing a dent in the metal crate he was captured in-
 
Ozzie Chanter's Invite Request

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I AM LOOKING FOR...
Group Roleplays, Chat Roleplays


GENRES I AM INTERESTED IN...
Fantasy, Modern, Scifi, Romance, Paranormal, Horror, Historical, Steampunk, Medieval, Space Sagas, DnD, Fairy Tale, Grimdark, Apocalyptic, Mutants, Super Hero, Questing


OTHER GENRES AND THEMES I LIKE...
Modern Fantasy
Urban Fantasy
Noir
Intrigue
Parody/Slapstick
Psychological
Cyberpunk
Magical Realism
Splatterpunk
Mystery
Wuxia
Pirates
Dystopia
Werewolves
Mythology/Folklore
Dieselpunk/Atompunk
Clockpunk
Weird West
WoD
Character-Driven Stories



THINGS I -DON'T- LIKE IN ROLEPLAYS...
High School Drama, unless it's got a good twist. I have trouble keeping up with fast-paced games (I can't promise more than one or two posts a week), and being badgered for posts kills my Muse.

I very rarely do Fanbased RPs.


CONTACT ME THROUGH...
Visitor Message, Private Message, Instant Messenger


MY USUAL ROLEPLAY POSTS WILL LOOK LIKE...
There once was a time, Wulfric's father told him, that the Peverils had been kings of this land.

"In those days," began the Baron Peveril, "there were no churches, no titles, no tithes owed to men too fragile to set foot outside their gilded chambers. In those days, we had the land, our swords, and the Old Gods. Look, see?"

Catching his son's eye, the baron pointed to the shield that hung on the wall above the dinner table in their ancestral hall. It was burnished bronze, old but well-polished, and etched with a curious engraving which seemed almost alive in the flicker of torchlight. A badger with a serpentine tail stood on its hind paws, claws at the ready as if poised to strike an invisible foe. Wulfric peered up at it from his father's knee, enthralled.

"This is the Peveril crest. The crest is new, but the Wanderer is not. The Peverils will never be lost, Wulfric, so long as we honor the old ways. Remember that."



Wulfric was lost.

That's what he wanted them to think, anyway. He was thirteen years old now, practically a man; he had long outgrown nursemaids and tutors. And really, if they had wanted him to stay put, then they should have let him go with his father's hunting party instead of asking him to stay in a boring old room and read stuffy books. What good were books, anyhow? You couldn't fight your enemies with a book... Then again, given the weight of some of the tomes he was expected to read, perhaps he could pack someone a good wallop with a particularly thick one.

It had taken ages to convince the tutor that he learned much better out in the sunshine and the green of the woods. Wulfric didn't like the man; he was from the city, and he worshiped in a church. He didn't understand, not like the people of Peveril's Holding. The woods were home, not a thing to be feared or complained about... but in this case, it turned out to be a blessing in disguise.

"Snakes? No sir," he'd answered the tutor's mutterings, in his most innocent voice- the one that he used on the cook when it was baking day and he knew he could earn a few pastries all his own. "You have nothing to fear from snakes. The Wanderer watches these woods, didn't you know? He doesn't let anything bad happen."

"The Wanderer?" The man looked down his beaky nose at Wulfric. "What is this, now? A watchman?"

"Oh no, sir, not a man. A god."

"There is only One God," the tutor had snapped at him, turning a few shades paler.

"Sir, you shouldn't say that here. These are his woods, aren't they, and maybe he'll get angry and we'll see those snakes after all..."

"Stop saying that pagan nonsense!"

"I'm sorry sir. Would you like me to walk ahead and check the trail? I'll make sure it's clear of serpents." Wulfric shuffled his feet against the mossy ground, twisting bashfully.

"...Perhaps you'd better. But stay in sight-"

It had taken two shakes of a lamb's tail for Wulfric to disappear off of the path. He wasn't worried about snakes, or about getting really lost, not when he knew his family's land like the back of his hand. His small hunting knife was tucked in his belt, too, so he was hardly defenseless. And the woods called out to him, compelling him deeper into the brambles and hidden pathways, urging him towards destinies yet undiscovered.

Today, something amazing was going to happen. He just knew it.
 
Sophia's Invite Request

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I AM LOOKING FOR...
Group Roleplays, One on One Roleplays


GENRES I AM INTERESTED IN...
Fantasy, Modern, Horror, Steampunk, Fairy Tale, Realistic, Apocalyptic, Mutants, Socializing


OTHER GENRES AND THEMES I LIKE...
All are listed above though I'm sure there are others I can't think of at the moment.


THINGS I -DON'T- LIKE IN ROLEPLAYS...
The only thing I have a problem with, a bit of a pet peeve, is when someone tries to control everything, even my character, during the rp.


CONTACT ME THROUGH...
Private Message, Email


MY USUAL ROLEPLAY POSTS WILL LOOK LIKE...
-Leah was new of the city, it was crowded, something she wasn't used to. She took her time walking down the busy sidewalk with her hands tucked deep into jean pockets. The woman had a slender form, she was always small being only 5'2 and a chest she wish would grow, her clothes seemed a bit baggy for her body. Her dark wash jeans hanging from her hips while her light cotton blue shirt hung loose from her torso. Sneakered feet shuffled along the cement, kicking up dirt and small piecing of trash as she went. Blonde strands of hair brushing against her cheek as a cool breeze came by, she tilts her head away from the breeze as she raises a hand to tuck the blonde locks behind her ear. Then something feel onto her head, with a soft noise of surprise she looks up as raindrop falls onto her forehead, then another and another. Quickly she made her way to under an apartment's stoop, leaning back against the door a soft sigh left her soft pink lips as she watched the rain pouring down- This rain better end soon... -she muttered to herself as her arms crossed over her chest, green eyes watched strangers hurrying to put umbrellas up and scurrying to get under something dry. A small smirk pulled at the corner of her lips, the site was almost funny as more than one person tried to fit under a small umbrella. After a moment she pulled a pack of cigarettes from her back pocket with her favorite purple lighter, pulling the cigarette from the pack she placed the filter between her puckered lips and lit the end. Taking in a slow drag she put the pack and lighter into her back pocket, wrapping two fingers around cigarette she pulled it from her lips to blow out a grey cloud of smoke into the cool air and smiled softly- I guess I can wait a bit longer...
 
Celtic Noctuam Lunar's Invite Request

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I AM LOOKING FOR...
Group Roleplays, One on One Roleplays, Mature Roleplays


GENRES I AM INTERESTED IN...
Fantasy, Modern, Romance, Paranormal, Historical, Medieval, Fanbased, Fairy Tale, Realistic, High School, Apocalyptic, Questing


OTHER GENRES AND THEMES I LIKE...
Renaissance, yuri & some yaoi (dependent on the plot), animes


THINGS I -DON'T- LIKE IN ROLEPLAYS...
I am fine with most anything


CONTACT ME THROUGH...
Visitor Message, Private Message, Instant Messenger


MY USUAL ROLEPLAY POSTS WILL LOOK LIKE...
I raised my blistered hand onto the iron bars, ignoring the searing heat that caused my pale skin to fester, and boil even further. The goblin-like things knew my weakness: ... iron. Of course they did. They called themselves Gnoll, and that is as much as I know. I am most of the time passed out in my iron cage being slowly burned... to unaware of my surroundings to learn much else.

I'm sure I look horrid, what man would want to marry me now? Hah! Listen to me, thinking about men at a time like this. But what else am I to do with only my mind as company? And a sore company I am, at that.

***

"Water," I creak. I have no idea how much time has passed since my last blackout. "Oy, woss'at you say?" I strain my weakening neck to look over at another prisoner and smack my cracked lips in an effort to tell him what my voice will not allow. "Water, you want, is it?" The human male looks at me incredulously, and I narrow my pale, winter-blue eyes at him with an almost hatred. Why would I not want water? Is it so wrong to want to survive? I think all this bitterly and turn my back at the male, resting my scarred back against the singing metal. I just cannot find a reason to care anymore. Being a high-born elf of royalty apparently means nothing to my clan. They did nothing to try and save me. "You know they won't give you water. They like to watch you suffer. They relish in your pain." Spittle flies from the poor males mouth.
Whatever I could have done to make the gods give me a punishment such as this... I cannot figure out. I only hope that I live to see another morning.


Ehehehehehh.. sorry that was long, I just really liked that post. ^-^