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Looking for: ASOIAF/GoT/HotD
- One on One
- Off-site
Hello everyone! I am looking for anyone interested in a Batman Beyond RP! The story I have in mind would blend Cyberpunk 2077 concepts with Neo Gotham we saw in the show, and feature space time hopping as part of the plot with the “main” universe being Batman Beyond and the Timmverse. The “main” universe also includes the Endless. Without spoiling too much, my main character is an OC with reality and space-time warping powers similar to Ace. I primarily play OCs and women, but we can discuss if you want me to write certain canon characters. I do double on principle because of the story-rich, deep lore plots I tend to weave. I prefer to RP on Discord.
Anyone who is familiar with Worm and Exalted gets extra brownie points, because my OC’s backstory and origins are a not-quite crossover with those.
For the curious, I’ve included a snippet below to introduce the OC: Branwen Blake.
“You work in a brothel?” The question was incredulous, with eyebrows raised and an expression on his face that almost begged Branwen to deny it.
But Branwen did not. “It’s a braindance club, but yes. There are prostitutes. And before you ask, I’m a technician, not a hooker.” They replied evenly, chin nestled in the palm of their hand as they continued to stare at the computer screens. In the reflection of their green eyes, he thought he could see the reds, blues and greens of the braindance they were editing dancing across their irises and sclerae.
“So, you edit porn?” He winced and muttered an apology at how blunt and rude it came across, but Branwen didn’t seem to mind.
“Yeah, and it’s boring.” Branwen shifted briefly on their chair to type something on their keyboard. He was fascinated briefly with how easily their long, dexterous fingers flew across the keys without Branwen glancing down once. “You already know I’m autistic. It’s the sensory stimulation that got me into it. The highs and lows. Over-stim and stim-deprivation. This job lets me touch some really world-altering good stuff every so often while I finish my degree. It’s worth it, trust me.” They finished whatever they were working on and stood slowly. They stretched, popped their stiff joints and sighed softly.
It never ceased to amaze him how tall Branwen truly was when they straightened up, easily the same height as him. The redhead spent too much time drowning in over-sized hoodies, their shoulders slumped in defeat, head down, and their back hunched over in the hopes of not being noticed on the rough streets of Gotham. But, oh, when they stood straight, with their broad shoulders back, they looked truly alive and brimming with energy. On the rare occasions they smiled, their eyes shone bright like freshly polished jade jewelry.
“The world is a canvas.” Branwen said in that soft, breathless voice they first used at the observatory where they met. “And brandances are my chosen medium as an artist.”
Of course, he had to ruin the moment. “Says the wannabe therapist.”
Branwen slapped his shoulder. “What? A shrink can’t have a hobby?”
Thanks for reading! Please DM if interested!
Anyone who is familiar with Worm and Exalted gets extra brownie points, because my OC’s backstory and origins are a not-quite crossover with those.
For the curious, I’ve included a snippet below to introduce the OC: Branwen Blake.
“You work in a brothel?” The question was incredulous, with eyebrows raised and an expression on his face that almost begged Branwen to deny it.
But Branwen did not. “It’s a braindance club, but yes. There are prostitutes. And before you ask, I’m a technician, not a hooker.” They replied evenly, chin nestled in the palm of their hand as they continued to stare at the computer screens. In the reflection of their green eyes, he thought he could see the reds, blues and greens of the braindance they were editing dancing across their irises and sclerae.
“So, you edit porn?” He winced and muttered an apology at how blunt and rude it came across, but Branwen didn’t seem to mind.
“Yeah, and it’s boring.” Branwen shifted briefly on their chair to type something on their keyboard. He was fascinated briefly with how easily their long, dexterous fingers flew across the keys without Branwen glancing down once. “You already know I’m autistic. It’s the sensory stimulation that got me into it. The highs and lows. Over-stim and stim-deprivation. This job lets me touch some really world-altering good stuff every so often while I finish my degree. It’s worth it, trust me.” They finished whatever they were working on and stood slowly. They stretched, popped their stiff joints and sighed softly.
It never ceased to amaze him how tall Branwen truly was when they straightened up, easily the same height as him. The redhead spent too much time drowning in over-sized hoodies, their shoulders slumped in defeat, head down, and their back hunched over in the hopes of not being noticed on the rough streets of Gotham. But, oh, when they stood straight, with their broad shoulders back, they looked truly alive and brimming with energy. On the rare occasions they smiled, their eyes shone bright like freshly polished jade jewelry.
“The world is a canvas.” Branwen said in that soft, breathless voice they first used at the observatory where they met. “And brandances are my chosen medium as an artist.”
Of course, he had to ruin the moment. “Says the wannabe therapist.”
Branwen slapped his shoulder. “What? A shrink can’t have a hobby?”
Thanks for reading! Please DM if interested!
