A Sparkling Zombie
Once bitten, twice sparkling!
Introduction
Oh hi! I'm Sparkles. I think I might be a figment of the imagination. Although I'm relatively new to this online community, I have had fun with play-by-post roleplaying for over a decade. Sometimes I game. Mainly I listen to music like a junkie.
I am a slice-of-life-er seeking to indulge in a renewed interest of fantasy or to experiment with other genres like sci-fi or maybe steampunk. Ideas will be below, but first, let's talk expectations and chemistry.
What I give:
What I'm seeking:
Samples
My post history can give better context to how I respond to others, but below are samples from roleplays off site.
Small note: I sometimes copy and paste dialogue from another player's response to make my own flow better. That'll appear in one of these samples.
Ideas
The fleshed-out ideas will be isekai/litRPG 'cause apparently that's where my brain went, but I'm open to others! Also, all ideas are flexible and await a partner's input. Some elements can be changed. Just talk to me!
Lost in Escapism
The real world sucks, or at least that's what your character believes. He has a dead-end job. He has a love that's gone unrequited or a marriage that's become unsatisfactory. Living an alternate reality or being the all-powerful hero is simply so much better. They found another VR game on sale. They download it and plug in.
In-game, a whole day might equate to only a second or a minute in the real world, so your character has plenty of time to waste, but something is amiss. The longer they play, the harder it becomes to recollect memories and connections from their real life, and who they are as a person, and the easier it is to forget about that strange portal that exits them from the game.
In the end, which life will they choose?
Notes: The genre and premise of the game is open to partner preference. It could be a game like Harvest Moon or Rune Factory, or something adventure-based with an established follower.
Addicted
Your character is content with their life. They have a job they are satisfied with if not their dream career. They have a network of people who care about them. They are also a gamer, and the gaming world is abuzz over a new VR title. Your character doesn't want to miss out.
It's fun and addicting - not just in the play-for-hours way, but in the heroin way. Each time your character exits the game, it becomes harder to stay away.
Notes: The roleplay will be split between your character's in-game and out-of-game lives as he contends with his new addiction. I'll play your character's IRL connections and the in-game flame they're developing.
The game's premise might be a mega dungeon or an adventurer's guild or intergalactic operatives or something else based on partner's preference.
Bunnies
Character A is left for dead and nursed to health by Character B. A partnership begins in which Character A seeks vengeance or to resolve the threat that killed them and the people they cared for.
MC is the bodyguard of YC, a prince. When war erupts and the castle falls under siege, they are tasked with seeking aid from an ally.
Character A is a bounty hunter escorting a wanted prisoner to the city where they will stand trial for their crimes. Things go awry and they must work together.
Our characters sign up for an expedition to find lost artifacts or treasure.
Friends and folk heroes who save their hometown from tyranny.
Character A is a superior in a military or mercenary company or hero's guild, and they are taking Character B, a new recruit, on their first mission.
Half-Orcs Seeking Play
These are some character concepts I'd love to indulge in, if someone would like to play with them!
Age: 24-28
Carl is a flippant man who's prone to making the wrong decisions even when he knows they're bad ideas. His adventuring lifestyle is just as much out of a desire to experience life as it is to flee the various troubles he leaves behind.
Purtty Faces
All of the below are illustrated images, but I'm open to using real-life images.
Oh hi! I'm Sparkles. I think I might be a figment of the imagination. Although I'm relatively new to this online community, I have had fun with play-by-post roleplaying for over a decade. Sometimes I game. Mainly I listen to music like a junkie.
I am a slice-of-life-er seeking to indulge in a renewed interest of fantasy or to experiment with other genres like sci-fi or maybe steampunk. Ideas will be below, but first, let's talk expectations and chemistry.
What I give:
- Friendliness. I'm a bit shy, but I'm down to chat.
- Patience. I may check in if there's been silence for a couple of weeks, but I won't pester or expect a post simply because we're chatting.
- Adaptability. We're two people trying to enjoy a story together without being super familiar with each other's styles. If it turns out something isn't working, I'm happy to see if there are ways to remedy that. Worst case, we scrap the story and try something else, or we decide we're not compatible and move on our merry ways. Similarly, I'm content to make edits if I make a mistake or something.
- Collaboration. I'll pull my weight by pitching ideas and moving each scene further along.
- Multi-paragraph responses based on what I deem is the fulfilling amount for the situation.
- Characters. I enjoy creating a breathing world. I'm happy to throw in additional characters as needed or to play multiple main characters.
- At least one response every 1-3 weeks, ideally on the more frequent side, but I have other obligations outside of online roleplay, so I might be busy or, honestly, depressed at times.
What I'm seeking:
- Maturity & decency.
- A partner of any identity.
- A partner who can spell and use grammar well, be descriptive, and give each post some kinda hook for me to work with.
- A partner with the ability to respond at least once every 1-3 weeks, notwithstanding life's shenanigans.
- Roleplaying in a thread or via PMs. Once we've started posting, I'm open to using Discord for OOC.
- An M/M roleplay. Intimacy between the characters doesn't necessarily have to happen.
- A partner who is at least 18. As a 30-year-old, I'm prefer not writing with minors in a 1x1, especially if there will be romantic content.
- Descriptions, illustrations, or celebrities/models are all okay for character appearances. If using art, I would prefer that anime is avoided.
- If we are aiming for a romantic M/M pairing, then please know that I...
- Will play only against men that at least lean masculine. I have nothing against them IRL, but bishis/effeminate men and twinks aren't my type. Sorry!
- Prefer to play against men who have short hair.
- Collaboration. Bring your own ideas! Help me shape the world and the story!
- Flawed characters. A character can be well-adjusted. They can even be super talented or otherwise a stellar example of an individual, but they need flaws that may influence the story. It's the imperfection that makes them beautiful and more fun to play with.
Samples
My post history can give better context to how I respond to others, but below are samples from roleplays off site.
Small note: I sometimes copy and paste dialogue from another player's response to make my own flow better. That'll appear in one of these samples.
Their goal was in reach. It loomed over the docks. An illithid ship wasn't the most ideal transportation, but with no others remaining after the bastards blasted them to pieces, it would have to do.
Kurth stepped out of the range of the githzerai's sword. Its wind was a haunting touch against his throat, a warning of what could have been if he had been but a second slower. He reclosed the distance, thrusting his own blade with ferocious precision. It sparked against the armor. He growled at the futility of his strike and followed with a kick at the knee. The moment the githzerai collapsed under his own weight, Kurth's sword finally fulfilled its purpose. Blood sprayed from the headless neck. That which got on Kurth hardly registered.
Only the other bodies, the living ones, did. He tried not to mind the illithid dragon any more than he had to, for the sake of his mettle. Their group agreed to focus on getting to the ship, and Kurth intended to stick to the plan. He wouldn't charge the fearsome dragon. He wasn't that foolish. But it was hard not to be aware of the way the dock trembled with every mighty step the dragon took. It was nearing them, attempting to join the fray. They couldn't risk it, not with so many other enemies among them.
A new squad of orcs charged towards them all. The one who took the lead closed in on Kurth. It raised its greataxe above its head. The powerful swing was too slow, and Kurth lopped off an arm just above the elbow. The cry of agony lasted but a second, right before Iado cleared the squad with a well-placed fireball.
"An opening is clear! Get to the ship!" Kurth shouted.
The group jumped on the opportunity. Skaaldor spearheaded the advance. Kurth decided to entrust it to him. Someone had to protect their rear and ensure that the others could slip through. He slashed at the back of a githzerai who tried to pursue the retreat. A kick thunked against his shield before he downed another.
They were almost through. Soon he could follow.
But they were too slow. An explosive pain swallowed Kurth's mind. He cried out. His arms fell limp at his sides. Barely did his fingers remain curled around his shield and sword. The damned dragon! It had gotten within range. His heart clenched with fear. He didn't yet notice whether any of the others had been hit by its psionic blast.
Kurth stepped out of the range of the githzerai's sword. Its wind was a haunting touch against his throat, a warning of what could have been if he had been but a second slower. He reclosed the distance, thrusting his own blade with ferocious precision. It sparked against the armor. He growled at the futility of his strike and followed with a kick at the knee. The moment the githzerai collapsed under his own weight, Kurth's sword finally fulfilled its purpose. Blood sprayed from the headless neck. That which got on Kurth hardly registered.
Only the other bodies, the living ones, did. He tried not to mind the illithid dragon any more than he had to, for the sake of his mettle. Their group agreed to focus on getting to the ship, and Kurth intended to stick to the plan. He wouldn't charge the fearsome dragon. He wasn't that foolish. But it was hard not to be aware of the way the dock trembled with every mighty step the dragon took. It was nearing them, attempting to join the fray. They couldn't risk it, not with so many other enemies among them.
A new squad of orcs charged towards them all. The one who took the lead closed in on Kurth. It raised its greataxe above its head. The powerful swing was too slow, and Kurth lopped off an arm just above the elbow. The cry of agony lasted but a second, right before Iado cleared the squad with a well-placed fireball.
"An opening is clear! Get to the ship!" Kurth shouted.
The group jumped on the opportunity. Skaaldor spearheaded the advance. Kurth decided to entrust it to him. Someone had to protect their rear and ensure that the others could slip through. He slashed at the back of a githzerai who tried to pursue the retreat. A kick thunked against his shield before he downed another.
They were almost through. Soon he could follow.
But they were too slow. An explosive pain swallowed Kurth's mind. He cried out. His arms fell limp at his sides. Barely did his fingers remain curled around his shield and sword. The damned dragon! It had gotten within range. His heart clenched with fear. He didn't yet notice whether any of the others had been hit by its psionic blast.
Blanketed by night and crouched behind a bush, Clint believed himself safe in his spying. So he watched. There were the two men who appeared to be...lovers? Clint's brow furrowed in discernment. No, the dwarf appeared confused and injured; the other man, feathered and alarmed--the one he followed? Whom he heard shout for help? That made sense. A third man stared at them, appearing to be coming out of a stupor. Clint squinted and leaned closer. Did he...have horns? The moonlight could be playing tricks, but he wanted to say yes. And was that a bear among them?
He didn't think to look up.
Meanwhile, the earth spoke to him. He only had to listen. With his palms against the ground, vibrations alerted him to another being. Bipedal. A hawk burst through the trees and into the free space in front of the watchtower. Someone followed after it.
"Show yourself, stranger! Friend or foe?"
Clint tensed. He had half the mind to believe the voice targeted the new arrival. Until he located its source. With bow drawn and a stare as piercing as the arrow notched upon it, the man regarded no one else but him. Clint's flesh pricked and foretold of a cold sweat. His jaw clenched. He tried to gauge the distance between them. Earth didn't exactly favor being moved. Experience made throwing up a wall easy, but he'd probably fair better trying to dive out of the arrow's path, if it came down to it.
He didn't want it to. Gods, he didn't want it to.
Believing the man could see him, Clint relinquished his spear and raised his hands, fingers splayed. "Friend," he announced, his voice as sturdy as rock and as rough as an oak's bark. Strong legs lifted him from the shadows of the bushes. Calmly, despite his racing heart, he stepped into the clearing, and also the moonlight, deciding to reveal himself to the group as a whole. There at the fringes he stood, cheeks streaked with dirt and black tattoos decorating his thick neck, exposed above the leather armor he wore. The ink maybe could have denoted a tribal background to those astute in those matters. Some might say "barbarians". To Clint, they had been friends, almost family, lost to various misfortunes over time, until a band of mercenaries had wiped out the remaining numbers and left him alone. That had been a few years ago.
He stared squarely at the one with the bow drawn on him. "Clint Bentham. I saw the feathered one in the sky. I was curious and followed. I mean no harm." He felt naked without his spear. He had his own bow and arrows, both shouldered, but they wouldn't serve him well with these odds. Still, he hoped the group was as, well, non-threatening as half of them appeared.
He didn't think to look up.
Meanwhile, the earth spoke to him. He only had to listen. With his palms against the ground, vibrations alerted him to another being. Bipedal. A hawk burst through the trees and into the free space in front of the watchtower. Someone followed after it.
"Show yourself, stranger! Friend or foe?"
Clint tensed. He had half the mind to believe the voice targeted the new arrival. Until he located its source. With bow drawn and a stare as piercing as the arrow notched upon it, the man regarded no one else but him. Clint's flesh pricked and foretold of a cold sweat. His jaw clenched. He tried to gauge the distance between them. Earth didn't exactly favor being moved. Experience made throwing up a wall easy, but he'd probably fair better trying to dive out of the arrow's path, if it came down to it.
He didn't want it to. Gods, he didn't want it to.
Believing the man could see him, Clint relinquished his spear and raised his hands, fingers splayed. "Friend," he announced, his voice as sturdy as rock and as rough as an oak's bark. Strong legs lifted him from the shadows of the bushes. Calmly, despite his racing heart, he stepped into the clearing, and also the moonlight, deciding to reveal himself to the group as a whole. There at the fringes he stood, cheeks streaked with dirt and black tattoos decorating his thick neck, exposed above the leather armor he wore. The ink maybe could have denoted a tribal background to those astute in those matters. Some might say "barbarians". To Clint, they had been friends, almost family, lost to various misfortunes over time, until a band of mercenaries had wiped out the remaining numbers and left him alone. That had been a few years ago.
He stared squarely at the one with the bow drawn on him. "Clint Bentham. I saw the feathered one in the sky. I was curious and followed. I mean no harm." He felt naked without his spear. He had his own bow and arrows, both shouldered, but they wouldn't serve him well with these odds. Still, he hoped the group was as, well, non-threatening as half of them appeared.
Ideas
The fleshed-out ideas will be isekai/litRPG 'cause apparently that's where my brain went, but I'm open to others! Also, all ideas are flexible and await a partner's input. Some elements can be changed. Just talk to me!
Lost in Escapism
The real world sucks, or at least that's what your character believes. He has a dead-end job. He has a love that's gone unrequited or a marriage that's become unsatisfactory. Living an alternate reality or being the all-powerful hero is simply so much better. They found another VR game on sale. They download it and plug in.
In-game, a whole day might equate to only a second or a minute in the real world, so your character has plenty of time to waste, but something is amiss. The longer they play, the harder it becomes to recollect memories and connections from their real life, and who they are as a person, and the easier it is to forget about that strange portal that exits them from the game.
In the end, which life will they choose?
Notes: The genre and premise of the game is open to partner preference. It could be a game like Harvest Moon or Rune Factory, or something adventure-based with an established follower.
Addicted
Your character is content with their life. They have a job they are satisfied with if not their dream career. They have a network of people who care about them. They are also a gamer, and the gaming world is abuzz over a new VR title. Your character doesn't want to miss out.
It's fun and addicting - not just in the play-for-hours way, but in the heroin way. Each time your character exits the game, it becomes harder to stay away.
Notes: The roleplay will be split between your character's in-game and out-of-game lives as he contends with his new addiction. I'll play your character's IRL connections and the in-game flame they're developing.
The game's premise might be a mega dungeon or an adventurer's guild or intergalactic operatives or something else based on partner's preference.
Bunnies
Character A is left for dead and nursed to health by Character B. A partnership begins in which Character A seeks vengeance or to resolve the threat that killed them and the people they cared for.
MC is the bodyguard of YC, a prince. When war erupts and the castle falls under siege, they are tasked with seeking aid from an ally.
Character A is a bounty hunter escorting a wanted prisoner to the city where they will stand trial for their crimes. Things go awry and they must work together.
Our characters sign up for an expedition to find lost artifacts or treasure.
Friends and folk heroes who save their hometown from tyranny.
Character A is a superior in a military or mercenary company or hero's guild, and they are taking Character B, a new recruit, on their first mission.
Half-Orcs Seeking Play
These are some character concepts I'd love to indulge in, if someone would like to play with them!
Age: 24-28
Carl is a flippant man who's prone to making the wrong decisions even when he knows they're bad ideas. His adventuring lifestyle is just as much out of a desire to experience life as it is to flee the various troubles he leaves behind.
Purtty Faces
All of the below are illustrated images, but I'm open to using real-life images.
I have more, but RPN won't display them properly for a reason I can't figure out. What's here gives an idea of my type, at least!
