CanaryCry
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Hello! I’m on the search for more partners again! Please don’t expect too many fancy things from me, as this is the extent of my BBCode ability and it took forever haha But anyway, here’s some info about me~
I'm a 28 y/o female living on the west coast of the US, so Pacific time. I'm open to communication, prefer to Rp in threads but can do PMs if that’s your preference, and am only looking for M/F pairings (but I can play either gender or double, if that's what you like to do).
Most of my ideas involve superpowers or magic of some sort, as that's what I like to use to spice things up, but it doesn’t have to be the main focus of the rp, and I prefer romance to be a more natural, slow burn rather than instantaneous soulmates.
Send me a PM if you’re interested in any of these characters, or propose your own ideas if you like my style but are craving something else! These characters are presented as I’ve imagined them, but I’m open to discussing most details about them and their worlds and can adapt them to fit scenarios you have in mind as well. Many of my characters come in pairs, but you don’t have to feel pressured to make more than one yourself. If you’ve got a group rp going that you think a character might be good for, let me know that, too! I could be convinced to join if I like it.
What you can expect from me~
-I still can’t keep track of what the difference is between literate and semi-literate, but I write in full sentences of varied lengths, with proper paragraph breaks and punctuation
-2-8 paragraphs per post
-3rd person, past tense
-One post a day, most days, with warning for any long gaps between posts
-Will be upfront and honest if I’ve lost interest or don’t think we’ll make good partners
What I'm looking for in a partner~
-Over the age of 18
-A firm grasp of spelling and grammar, though mistakes here and there are normal
-Willing to help plot and discuss ideas
-3rd person, past tense
-2+ paragraphs per post
-2 posts a week at minimum, unfortunately any less and I lose interest pretty quick
-If you’re not into the rp anymore, please just tell me. I've been ghosted with no warning so many times I’ve lost track
These are all examples, but I’m always down to make something new if you’ve got different cravings!
I'm a 28 y/o female living on the west coast of the US, so Pacific time. I'm open to communication, prefer to Rp in threads but can do PMs if that’s your preference, and am only looking for M/F pairings (but I can play either gender or double, if that's what you like to do).
Most of my ideas involve superpowers or magic of some sort, as that's what I like to use to spice things up, but it doesn’t have to be the main focus of the rp, and I prefer romance to be a more natural, slow burn rather than instantaneous soulmates.
Send me a PM if you’re interested in any of these characters, or propose your own ideas if you like my style but are craving something else! These characters are presented as I’ve imagined them, but I’m open to discussing most details about them and their worlds and can adapt them to fit scenarios you have in mind as well. Many of my characters come in pairs, but you don’t have to feel pressured to make more than one yourself. If you’ve got a group rp going that you think a character might be good for, let me know that, too! I could be convinced to join if I like it.
What you can expect from me~
-I still can’t keep track of what the difference is between literate and semi-literate, but I write in full sentences of varied lengths, with proper paragraph breaks and punctuation
-2-8 paragraphs per post
-3rd person, past tense
-One post a day, most days, with warning for any long gaps between posts
-Will be upfront and honest if I’ve lost interest or don’t think we’ll make good partners
What I'm looking for in a partner~
-Over the age of 18
-A firm grasp of spelling and grammar, though mistakes here and there are normal
-Willing to help plot and discuss ideas
-3rd person, past tense
-2+ paragraphs per post
-2 posts a week at minimum, unfortunately any less and I lose interest pretty quick
-If you’re not into the rp anymore, please just tell me. I've been ghosted with no warning so many times I’ve lost track
These are all examples, but I’m always down to make something new if you’ve got different cravings!
Name: Korin
Age: 25
Personality: Korin is independent, as he's felt he always needed to be. He's confident enough in his own strength but would always prefer to avoid causing other creatures, of any sorts, pain or injury. Beyond that, despite his willingness to be friends and give someone the benefit of the doubt, he's inexperienced and not very good at associating with others.
History: As far as he knows, he's lived with a pod of mers whose colors don't match his all his life. His memories only go as far back as the age of 9 or 10, when a mermaid talented in magics named Minamet found him and took him to be cared for amongst the pod. When he was old enough for it he started to wander further and further away from the safety of the pod, curious about humans and the rest of the world. Though he doesn't know it, he was born human, and Minamet herself had changed him into a merman to save his life when she found him drowning in the ocean as a child.
Korin had always been a bit of a loner, though not always of his own choice. His colors had always been different from the others; he stood out, drew attention, made traveling dangerous for them. Minamet, the mer that had raised him for as long as his memory went back, had always told him he would find his place some day, but he had yet to meet a pod that had colors like his. So when he was old enough for it he started to wander further and further away from her and her pod, and the safety of numbers. He used everything she'd ever taught him to survive by himself in the open ocean, with a cave as a home base but with much of his time spent exploring outside of it.
The human ships were his favorite oddity. She had always told him to be careful, that they could be dangerous, but he had learned much about them over the years. He liked to follow them around from beneath where no one could see, sometimes doing small things like removing unnoticed plants or sea life from their steering mechanisms, sometimes simply hitching a ride by hanging on to the bottom. Humans were really not suited for the ocean, he realized very quickly. They weren't very good at catching fish, and their boats crashed violently through waves during storms but sometimes without success. He took it upon himself to add a few things to their nets here and there, when he watched them struggle to catch enough to feed all the mouths on board, and had more than once over the years dragged a barely conscious figure back towards their vessel when the currents tossed them overboard, or used some of the magic tricks Minamet had showed him to support them with the water until they were dragged back up by their fellows. Once, when one had been stuck treading water with some sort of injury, he had even spent nearly an hour just swimming circles beneath them, deterring sharks from coming too close until they were finally able to be picked up again.
It had been easy enough avoiding the humans' collective gaze, and he was sure that if anyone had noticed that his stretch of ocean had fewer deaths and better fishing they would never know why. If any had ever seen him at all, it could only have been in faint glimpses, in the middle of storms. His scales were many of the same colors as the ocean itself, so he was sure they must think he was just a particularly benevolent fish, if they ever saw the flash of his tail disappearing into the depths from underneath the surface. But Minamet had warned him, and like everything else in his life she had been right.
He had thought, foolishly, that when Thoris and Astrit had come upon him one day and asked to come with him on his trip out to look for boats they were merely curious, or even wanted to help. It was one of those things that Minamet had told him were 'too good to be true', that the two mers suddenly wanted his company, but he was so used to being alone he'd forgotten how to look for it.
"It's easiest to toss them in when they're starting to rise up," Korin explained, a couple of squirming fish in his hands as he led them to where a boat had a decent sized net in the water. "So they don't just fall right out again, but you have to be careful since some of the lines can tangle you up."
Thoris, the younger of the two males, made a soft, interested sound, staring up at the boat as they went. "You sure know a lot about these creatures, Kor. Have you ever been snagged in one?"
Korin shook his head, focused on the way the net moved so as to dart along beside it and push the fish in his hands into its path so they would be scooped up. "I watched them for a long time before I got close, so I know how they move." And he had his whale bone knife, attached to his waist on a braided belt of undersea vines. If he ever got caught, he could just cut himself free. "They'll pull up now, so we should move back."
"What do you mean?" Astrit said, and Korin should have known something was strange about his tone even as he turned to look at him. "Don't you want to say hello?"
"What -?"
Astrit wasn't much bigger than him, but he was strong. The shoulder in his chest caught him by surprise and slammed him backwards, and smaller, quicker Thoris was right there, a rope in hand that wound twice around Korin's wrist and the net before he could recover from the blow.
"Hey- Astrit, stop! That isn't-!"
Funny. The words caught in his throat as the net suddenly yanked upwards, pressed his free arm into his chest and gathered his tail in so tight he couldn't push himself free. His knife was on the opposite side as his free hand, the angle just slightly too wrong for him to reach it in time, and even if he could've gotten to it he was already free of the water seconds later.
It all happened so fast. He remembered wincing as the net bounced against the side of the boat on its way up, and then, suddenly, he was hitting the surface of it with a heavy thud, squinting in the undiluted sunlight as his eyes struggled to adjust. The switch from gills to lungs was automatic, and nothing he hadn't done before, but the panic had him by the throat, the sudden onslaught of voices all around and so loud in the open air he felt like he was suffocating. He had to get back in the water. He was still close to the edge - if he could quickly cut himself free of the net he could toss himself back over.
At least, that was his intention. The first fearful hesitation was enough for one human to react, and something hard cracked against his skull before he could even reach for his knife.
These two started out in a world sort of like X-men, where people with powers are looked down on and sometimes hunted. In their original storyline, they moved to a city for outcasts like themselves to live among other people with gifts like theirs, but it was a group rp and died before they could do much So they've been revamped! Sonia has become 'Soarin' Sonny', a sort of pop-up street performer and social media star who uses her flight ability to bounce around performing to or singing songs, with Reed's fire for help with special effects! Can be used in a crime fighting sort of rp, a celebrity/fan rp, or even just a slice of life + superpowers.
Name: Sonia "Sonny" Lockhart
Age: 24
Height: 5'3"
Powers: Flight. Sonia can make herself weightless in order to achieve liftoff, and afterwards controls her body's movements by the manipulation of bright blue rings of energy which appear around her wrists, ankles, and waist. For greater precision she can manifest more of the rings around her legs, arms, and torso, but doesn't generally need them and they sap her of energy much quicker. She can make others weightless as well, by forming one of her rings around their waist, but as its much more difficult to control and most people don't like being moved around like a puppet, she generally only uses it to lower people in need safely to the ground.
Personality: Sonia likes to make people smile and always tries to remain positive. She's quick to tell a joke about anything at all, and isnt easy to offend so she doesn't mind when friends make jokes about her as well, but isn't a pushover. When she needs to she'll stand up for herself, and will defend her friends or those in need even more vehemently.
History: Sonia grew up in a wealthy family, going to private schools and never worrying about money, living a mostly well-adjusted life until her powers manifested in her late teens. Her friends didn't abandon her immediately, but didn't leap to her aid or defense either, when it became known she had powers. She let them drift away and started over when she graduated, and around that time had a chance encounter with Reed. Thinking he was interesting (and lonely), she imposed her company upon him until he accepted her as his friend.
Name: Antony Reed Macias (Goes by Reed)
Age: 22
Height: 5'9"
Powers: Pyrokinesis. Reed has the ability to create and control his own fire, which will only burn what he tells it to (I.e. It could sit on his hand or arm and not burn his skin or clothes). Any fire not originally created by him is very difficult for him to control. He can't tell it what it should or should not burn, and it takes a lot of concentration and energy to tell it where to move, or to put it out entirely.
Personality: Reed is very quiet. He has a hard time trusting people and tends to just sit back and let himself be underestimated, letting anything other than physical assault slide right off of him as if he hadn't heard it at all. He prefers to spend his time outside in nature rather than around large groups of people, and relies on the few friends he's managed to earn himself to do any of the more extroverted interactions for him. If someone needs rescuing, or a task needs doing, he'll do it himself if no one else will, but tends to wait and see if there are any other volunteers first.
History: Reed grew up in the foster system after being taken from neglectful parents at such a young age he doesn't really remember them. He mostly stuck to himself, with just a few friends for most of his life. His powers manifested when he was 16, after he ran into a house that was on fire to be sure the old lady that lived there wasn't inside since no one else volunteered and no one knew where she was. She was away from home and safe, but when he opened a door and was knocked down by blowback, he was found surrounded by an open ring of fire, none of it reaching his body as if being held at bay. It was only afterwards that he realized he had done it himself, and found himself being looked down on for more than just his poor, orphaned status, now labeled a freak and a criminal as some accused him of starting the fire himself. His life and friend group only improved after meeting Sonia. He had gotten into the hobby of bouldering and free climbing, often alone, and gotten himself stuck in a place he was trying to figure out how to get down from when she floated up to help him, and summarily refused to leave his life. It took a while to wear him down, but he did finally accept her friendship (and sometimes charity), and is trying to find a way to live with his powers.
'Soarin' Sonny' had been growing in popularity for a year or so now, ever since Sonia had tried out the persona doing little hovering tricks and flips on YouTube and TikTok at the beginning. Her usual cheery, friendly nature had attracted people to her quickly, and the moments that she was 'real' with her fans about not always feeling peppy and honest about what things were easy or hard had only endeared her to them more fully. Performances, livestreams, dance tutorials, and even Get Ready With Me videos had kept her fans going, even though it was a lot of work. Lately she and Reed had been stepping it up, adding in more pyrotechnics and more tricks, having Sonia float over the audience dropping 'fairy dust' in the form of biodegradable confetti as she went, and had even hinted at beginning to pluck people from the audience to fly up in the air with her. Now, though, they were trying their hand at night shows, where the glow from Sonia's powers would let onlookers spot her in the dark as the show began.
"Almost ready? It's cold up here!"
Reed twitched at Sonia's voice, almost having forgotten he was wearing an earpiece with her on the phone since she'd been silent for the past few minutes while he helped organize the setup. It was always a quick thing, her pop-up shows, something blasted on social media just a few hours before it was supposed to happen, and sometimes not even that long. Occasionally she had scheduled performances so more could show up and see her, but she always told him that having everything happen fast and unexpected kept people wanting more, her more dedicated fans constantly refreshing feeds to make sure they didn't miss anything. Taking advantage of people wasn't something Sonia liked, but keeping attention on social media was a fickle thing.
"On schedule," he murmured back as he checked on the speakers again, and glanced around to be sure the lighting around them would work well enough, even though they'd decided it would weeks ago. "Remember not to go too high or we'll lose sight of you."
"You worry too much!" She teased, with a smile he could hear. "If I drift too far, it'll just be a glowstick show, that's all."
He rolled his eyes and just did a final sound check with Chase, someone they hired to handle technical problems like large speakers for an outdoor space rather often. Besides him, it was just Reed, Sonia, and Claire, a neighbor and friend that often came to help hand Sonia props or direct fans when they got to be involved. Everything was set, so when they were sure it was time, he did a final check on said props to be sure each had a tiny flame ready and waiting, hovering at the back of his attention, and got the phone and gimble they used for livestreams ready.
"All right," he said finally, careful to wait until he was done speaking to start the live feed, "When you're ready."
"Coming in!"
There was already a small crowd milling about in the open courtyard, the lights of an average metropolis and all the nearby buildings adequate enough for them to see by, and a round of eager cheers went up when the bright blue rings of Sonia's powers appeared in the sky atop one of the nearest buildings, ten stories up. Reed watched as she walked out, mostly a silhouette without enough light to illuminate much detail, her arms held out at her sides and wobbling along as if she were walking a tightrope that wasn't actually there. The wobble turned into a flail, and then a sudden drop that had the crowds gasping, and Reed counted seconds in his head as he trailed the camera slowly down after her. It was all a part of the act, Sonia slowing as she got near to the ground, just close enough to snag two batons out of Claire's outstretched hands, then shooting back up still upside down like she was attached to a bungee cord. Right as she started to rise, perfectly on queue, Chase started the music, and Reed ignited the small embers on the ends of the batons into full on flames that trailed behind her on her twisting ascent.
The cheering after that would've made Reed flinch if he hadn't gotten so used to it.
"Helllooo, lovelies!" Sonia's bright and cheery laugh came through the speakers over the music as she rose higher and higher, twirling a baton in each hand with no fear of the flames. So long as they belonged to Reed, she never had to worry about getting burned. "Who's ready to fly with me tonight!"
The screaming was not something Reed had ever enjoyed, but at least it meant her fans were still hooked. So long as Sonia was paying their rent, he supposed he couldn't complain. He just had to man the camera, and pay attention for the moment she would swoop down for the hoops Claire would hold up so he could ignite them as well. In the meantime, Sonia would be doing the much harder work of flying, singing, and interacting with fans.
Conan is an OC from waaay back that I’ve just been thinking about recently. He started out in a high school era Spy School rp where the spies had kemonomimi animal traits - namely wolf ears, tail, and fangs for him, with a nekomimi enemy-to-lover. Later he resurfaced in an rp of lab experiments that also had animal traits, and again had his wolf fangs and angry growl. Things like that aren’t necessary but I’m totally open for them, or any other scenarios you think it might be fun to use him in
Name: Conan Caldwell
Age: varies with setting
Personality: Conan has the anger issues of a person with a lot of feelings and no idea what to do with them. He's quick to get into a fight if riled, and even quicker if it's to defend someone else, always seen as gruff and unfriendly despite being very soft and vulnerable beneath it if one were to take the time and find those parts of him. Despite all his pent up rage, he would never hit someone innocent or undeserving, and believes wholeheartedly in protecting the weak and stopping bullies.
History: Growing up in a rich household gave Conan everything he could have ever asked for, and nothing he wanted. His parents were always away working, and had no idea how to deal constructively with his anger, only hiring new nannies each time one left and moving him to different schools each time he gained too many infractions. As he got older, knowing his parents saw him more as a scandal than a son, Conan's focus quickly switched from getting his parent's attention to caring for his younger brother, Noah, and making sure he didn’t grow up unloved, even going so far as to try and curb his own behavior at home so they could keep the same nanny, and being quiet so as not to take away the love his perfect angel brother received from their parents.
Other: He carries a small stuffed frog keychain around with him, a good luck charm his brother won at an arcade once, and has a deep love for animals big and small.
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Arthur lives in a world where vampires (and other creatures, if it suits us) are known to humans but not popular, for obvious reasons. Vampires tend to live in small communities wherein life is necessarily night-centric, catering to their specific needs but otherwise mostly normal living - and if a human is willing to be hired out for live feeding rather than vampires feeding from predrawn, preserved blood bags, they get highly discounted room and board.
Arthur is one of these humans, once a promising young violin prodigy, but the pressure got to him and he disappeared off the music scene years ago. Now he lives inside one of these vampire communities as one of their most popular meals, as he‘ll cater to the whims of his clients far more willingly than others, chasing the drug-like high of the feed. Most feeders only stay temporarily, for financial reasons, and leave the second they can, but Arthur seems to be sticking around. The problem is that he’s noticed he’s been losing little chunks of memory at a time and the empty gaps are only getting longer as time goes on and he continues to sell his body as a meal to monsters.
YC might find him interesting, or simply want to help, but otherwise with some tweaking he can fit into other vampire plots you might have in mind yourself. To make it easier to use vampires in roleplays, some former rp partners and I kind of tweaked them a bit, adding in things like the ability to heal the bite by licking it or putting their own blood on it, so their feeder doesnt die, and having a sort of venom/toxin that basically feels like getting high so prey wont fight. But if you’d prefer more violent and dangerous vampires, and less integrated into human society, I could possibly be convinced ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Here's a short sort of starter I’ve used for him before:
The rain was the first thing Arthur noticed as he came to, soaking through his clothes to his underwear, through his shoes to his socks. It wasn't the worst sensation he'd ever felt, nor the worst way he'd ever woken up from a night of drinking, but he was sitting on a bench, outside, in the rain, and he had no idea how he'd gotten there. How much had he lost this time, he wondered, anxiety crawling through the mud that appeared to be filling his brain. Everything was slow, muted. All he could hear was rain and all he could think of was trying to puzzle out how he'd gotten to the bench.
When it finally hit him, Arthur managed a faint, exhausted sort of smile at the memory of where he'd been and what had happened. One of his regular clients had hired him out for a niece to feed from him, because the girl wasn't very experienced with live food, and because Arthur would do whatever they wanted. They'd given him the smoothest whiskey he'd ever drank in his life - and kept giving it to him until he could hardly stand up on his own, until it did its job and changed the very taste of his blood.
He'd told her he would need water after. He hadn't thought he would need to explain that the water was for drinking.
It was almost funny, Arthur thought as he used the arm of the bench to get to his feet and start making his way back to his apartment - and perhaps he would've continued thinking it was funny if the earth didn't immediately start to rotate under his feet the second he let go. He made it three or four dizzy, wobbling steps before finally drifting so far to the side his foot slipped off the concrete into the grass and he suddenly found himself lying in the mud. Maybe he would just sleep there, he thought as black crept quickly in at the edges of his vision, and started to close his eyes. It wasn't as if he had much choice.
Medieval/Fantasy setting-
Nel/19-ish: Very soft, shy, fae-touched boy, spends his time talking to animals, working hard, and walking barefoot through grass.
Malia/35-ish: Strong, motherly faerie, works as healer/matriarch at a Dragonry, corralling and healing unruly adult dragons and guiding new hatchlings to health.
Any setting-
Nameless: Kitsune character I only have general vibes for. Could be played younger or older, sheltered and clueless about what he is, or fully aware of his gifts. Could be a witch's familiar, saved from captivity, a known trickster, or just make friends with someone lost in a forest.
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