TenderlyLiz
Liz/Elli
Hello all, I am once again coming to you in my time of need !!!!
I'm looking for a onexone roleplay with any of the canon cast of dinosaurs from Land Before Time, or if not that, any dinosaur oc that may be available! The settings would be pretty simple- LBT esque setting of an unnamed time period (I'm not wanting to be very specific with the time period in order to broaden the scope for what dinosaurs you'd like to rp as.) I'm looking for any and all fans of the show. I love adding extra tidbits of real life dino facts, incorporating it with the 80s aesthetic.
That being said, I'm not looking for one specific storyline, more so someone to collaborate with, bounce ideas off of, ect.
Hit me up or comment below if you're interested!
- Please keep it PG-13 (no nsfw especially with the dinos.) Minor blood is fine.
- I will not ship or roleplay with anyone under 18, I prefer that you're 21 or older.
- I am fine with a Warrior Cats styled economic system/religion/society if that's what you prefer, but I do not mind just sticking with the way LBT portrayed them.
- No god-modding
- No metagaming
I am a 26 year old with a complicated and busy life, so it does take me some time to work on roleplaying, especially if the roleplay is a larger/longer one. I have 0 preference for where we rp, whether it be in dms, in a thread or on discord. I will make art of our roleplay, its inevitable. I enjoy multi-paragraph rp and I tend to highlight emotional situations rather than action filled ones, but I do not mind them here or there.
I am willing to roleplay as any of the main cast! below is an oc I will be using as the basic antagonist. We *will* have a villain too!!!
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Name: Ruse
Pronunciation: (R-ooz)
Gender: Cis Male
Age: Adult
Species: Thalassodromeus Sethi, Pterosaur
Detailed DescriptionAppearance: From the first curl of his generous crest, to his relatively feeble little tail, Ruse is clad in a brilliant carrousel of colors. Yellows, reds and oranges clash on his delicate beak, proudly proclaiming his presence far before any noise leaves his maw- for those with relatively good eyesight, of course. He stands at a total of 5'4, rather small for a fowl of his maturity, his wingspan barely reaching 12ft. If he wasn't careful, someone might mistake him for a delicious little snack! He sports no scars or blemishes to his wonderful hide, his feathers properly preened whenever he gets the chance.
Personality: Ruse is extremely self important and arrogant, often injecting himself into conversations or situations that do not involve him, only to be shooed away like an obnoxious little fly. Incredibly selfish and self-sustaining, he travels alone...though only due to his own misconduct. He enjoys finding packs and following them, picking off their food when they're not paying attention. He's a horrible hunter, one of the worst, and relies solely on the work of others to sustain himself- often spotted floundering in bodies of water in feeble attempts to fish, or pecking at hatchlings along beaches until their mothers take issue and chase him off. Regardless of how self-important he felt, Ruse finds himself longing for companionship when the day is over, and the games have finished. He will circle his nest, coo gently to the night air, and wait for a flock.
...if one would ever take him...
He struggles with a desire to belong, and will try to bribe respect and attention via gifts of pretty shells or rocks- often landing squarely on his receivers heads.
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Backstory/History
He hatched in the depths of the night, waking beneath the graces of a small, dead tree. There was no welcome, no nuzzle of a warm beak against his own, no gentle whispers to encourage his clumsy dance from his eggy hiding spot. A trill, faint, sweet, to the stars above his crest, but no one to answer it- say for the Sarcosuchus slowly slithering their way through the swamp he had been given life on. He had been such a small egg, and while slumbering within his little warm bed, his siblings made their way to the new world and took flight, slipping away into the night sky without a trace.
He was alone... and he had never felt it more than in that moment of stillness.
For days he sat idle...waiting. He didn't know for who, or for how long, but all he knew was that he needed someone. He would spend his time circling his tiny hump of earth, dipping his beak into the water's edge and fishing out what worms and pond scum he could survive on. It all tasted so foul, and Ruse was growing weary. He swore he could hear a voice beckoning from the tree lining, eerily a fond, familiar one- one he had heard within the confines of his egg many moons ago. If he had been any smarter, he might've followed, but instead he opted to stay in his tiny nest and watch the stars twinkle in the night sky.
By chance one day, Ruse spotted a flock of pterosaurs flying above the marshy pit he had been stuck in. Tucking himself into the small, hollowed out tree he had been born beneath, he watched them seek refuge on any of the dry land provided. He was intrigued by the way they had swooped down from the heavens so gracefully, his wide red eyes glued to them for some time, until they eventually slipped off again.
By watching them, the tiny bird enthusiastically attempted to mimic their movements. It took time, attempt after attempt of panicked flapping and squawks of annoyance at failing to take off the ground. He'd find himself unceremoniously plummeting into the ponds on several occasions, but with a tiny tail wiggle, and some extra help from a boulder, he was able to take off and flitter up past the canopy.
The sun struck him, bright, brilliant, its rays warm to the touch- and then- the air. Fresh, sweet, salty all the same- Ruse would never return to that murky bog of a nest, unless fate would allow.
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Voice claim: Cicero: Skyrim TES
Theme song(s):
Storylines! There are a few I'm wanting to do, but here are two that stuck with me lately.
Zombie AU:
The cold of winter was slowly creeping its way across the Great Valley once more, its bitter sting nipping at the tail end of autumn. Though few enjoy the cold, many appreciate the sensation of being guarded from it, including the many herds slowly dripping into the Great Valley. From all walks of lives, they mesh into the mixing pot easily, but something curious crops up., something the adults are far too busy arguing over food rations and space to notice.
A single infected Big Mouth stumbled along with the herds, seeking nothing more than to plunge himself into the waterhole in desperation.
Slowly, Littlefoot realizes something is off, an eerie sensation creeping through the herds, a stillness that unsettled the young buck. One by one, like flies they began to fall victim to the parasite, and Littlefoot recognized the feverish look in their eyes as he passed by the healers dens. The way they tracked him, the searing glint- the emptiness.
They looked like Sharpteeth...
When things begin to grow dire and push comes to shove, Littlefoot and his friends are forced to face the dangers of the outside world in order to escape their own demise. Who will join him, and what dangers lay ahead of him?
Regular AU:
A less serious storyline, Littlefoot and the gang are faced with a strange flyer they have never met before, attempting to lure them back out into the mysterious beyond in promise of adventure. He has a way with words, and Cera does not trust him, but he doesn't seem dangerous. In fact, he seems...scared! Little do they realize, the flyer is leading them right to the mouth of the beast! Will they realize in time?
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