Re: Xin's Resume
Kidnappable?: You can call me Princess Peach! Seriously, I have a hard time deciding on what to try by myself, so knowing I'm wanted really helps. Pathetic, I know.
Playing Habits: I'd say one post twice to four times a week.
Gender You Prefer Playing: Either is fine.<o:p></o:p>
Favorite Genres: General testosterone poisoning (Heroic fantasy, giant robots, martial arts, tokusatsu, military, yaoi, etc. ), dramedy, the over the top soap operay type stuff (but not necessarily romance), dada, comedy, slice of life, action thriller, space opera. And did I mention yaoi?!
Genre You DON'T Like: You really have to encourage me to play plain highschool drama stuff (unless I could play as an adult like a janitor, parent, or teacher), along with postapoctolyptic (especially zombies) stuff, politics, mysteries.
Playing Style: Both, I guess, I'm passive in actually deciding on a game, but I really love sharing ideas on where me and my partners could possibely take things. Usually do three hundred to1,000 words per post.
Plot Candies: Easy to spot possible character dynamics while only in the planning stage (characters just go together), characters who have known each other for most of their lives (thus bring about dynamic planning), the ability to make a little psychological analyses in a character, throwing science in the crapper, meme potential, explosions, hot yaoi action, generic cuteness, general over the top ness, the feeling the GM knows what he or she is doing.
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Character Stereotypes:
Normal guy without powers who is just caught in a supernatural war , energetic chick with no sense of reality, perverts who get punished for being perverts as a gag, sometimes with actual ADHD, sarcastic commentator, hotblooded brute, party girl, teachers, conwoman, muscle men, someone with a psychological disorder, Yandere/Ishtar type boyfriend/girlfriend, Tsudnere, parents, teachers, people who start out in lowly profession/social status but eventually that do badass things, Kuudere, someone who tries to be a Maniac Pixe Dream Girl/Boy but generally comes of as stalker, crouching moron hidden badass, wusses, people who crave attention, someone who tries to be a pillar of his/her community at the expense of being controlling/a jackass, bureacrats, closet case (any LGBT), loser who tries to relieve his glory day, badass old guy.
Character No-Gos: Someone with Asperger's Syndrome ( I have it and like to escape from my life), cannon characters, the sick or crippled, social recluses, chicks with enormous boobs that would cause bad back problems in real life, camp gay guys, psycho lesbians, strong and silent types, anything artistic (painter, musician, ect), anything that involves knowledge of actual science to play properly, completely good or evil characters (some kind of moral fault or form of possible redemption), monsters, animals, priest or anything who is devoutly religious (I'm not as knowledgeable on religions as I'd like to be), robots.<o:p></o:p>
Random Notes: Can't think of anything right now…<o:p></o:p>
Scene Sample:
Wendy Hayes had an eerie feeling as she walked into Central City's used book store for the first time in over twenty years, but on the other hand, some might have found her a tad scary. Even after all those years, the mom and pop joint still wasn't heated well enough, so that snowy Sunday afternoon meant that the long coat and scarf were appropriate. But such things had a habit adding intimidation to any woman who was 6'1". Her narrow glasses and hair in a bun only added an air of seriousness to the forty something year old.
She didn't doubt she'd stick out, but how she did was the question. She'd come to this place almost every week of her life of when she was a teenager, and it almost seemed like she never left. The chubby man at the counter may had gained liver spots, but he was still minding the store, spilling his coffee and cursing like he had done every afternoon. She wondered if word had spread, if the old man would recognize her, if she was being paranoid about it all, and if she seriously thought she'd be able to keep what had become of her a secret from those who helped. Sure, she had grown up, but there was far more to it than that. Now, she had a completely different name, voice, face, and so much more. This transformation was mostly thanks of the wonders of cash, the only reason she kept her job in advertising, well, that and how easily things went back to usual after The Incident. But then again, it was all because of a merger that she moved back to Central City two weeks ago.
But a glance at a single spine took away all of those thoughts: a compilation of Nietzsche's works. Even if the German philosopher's works contradicted each other, they did so with style. Wendy's stride to the shelf was clam, but once there, she jerked out the book, swinging it through the surrounding webs and crushing their spinner against the wood. Her grip of the newly dirtier book loosened as she her eyes franticly darted all across the aisle. Her situations, her job, her schedules: they all were thrown in the back of her mind. She combed through the shelves with a solemn grin on her face.
"Just one more," she told herself as she had been for the past twenty minutes. She'd be busy for quite a while after the purchase; she had eventually found herself with a tower. A Nancy Kress tome lay above an Isaac Asimov, a sci fi foundation paired one of names of the modern space opera. But, sandwiched in between were more than a few of the classic Hercule mystery novels. She could hardly see anything through the stack anymore, but the "one more" book had finally revealed itself out of the corner of her glimmering eye. It was Etidortha, the master work of pharmacist and occultist John Uri Lloyd and a heavy influence on H.P. Lovecraft. She could feel the wobbling of the stack as she did the about face. Carefully, she tried to lean the stack against the shelves, making a free hand to reach for Etidortha. She could feel it in her hand when she heard the most annoying sound emanate from her purse.
Whoopsy daisy.
She was flat on her tuckus, but went straight for her cellphone, having a good guess as to who'd be calling her. The screen read "Roger". The books could wait for just a second; they weren't the only reason she'd be busy. She wondered how she could have possibly forgotten to pick him up from the youth group, then glanced back to the spilled books. She let out a sigh and performed a facepalm before finally picking herself and answering it.
"Kiddo…", she almost whispered.
"Mom, I've been waiting outside the church for ten minutes."
"You know, sometimes I really think Sam was a better parent that I could-"
"Don't. You. Ever. Say. That."
The kid was serious. After five years, the divorce was still a harsh topic, but after all the stuff Wendy had dragged her into, she had begun to seriously wonder. But the mood had to be broken; she briefly giggled.
"Alright, squirt. I'll be there ten minutes tops. Love you."
Putting the cellphone up, she went down on her knees. And with another sigh, began to scoop her books back together.
Iwaku Roleplays I'm In: None yet, but just you wait!