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[christy]

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[Rusty Kerman]

Name: Rusty
Pronouns: He, Him, His
Sample

Spoiler: Anomaly

Doc slowly drifted towards the anomaly. "This is Doctor Lumen to Houston, Im approaching the anomaly now."
As he approached closer he could see it up close, It seemed to be some kind of gem.
"Houston, Do I have permission to interact with the anomaly?"
"Houston: Permission Granted."
"Affirmative, Thank you ground control"
He grabbed the crystal in front of him.
Once in the palm of his hand it began to glow.
"Houston! The anomaly seems to be active its glowing... Houston?... Houston?!"
The light engulfed him and then faded. But he was no longer in a low orbit of the moon, Now he was falling down towards some, grassy green hills. Then he was knocked out by the impact with the ground.

Original
Triggers. None

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[Woohoooo]

YOUR NAME: Woo
YOUR PRONOUNS: she/her
A WRITING SAMPLE:

Spoiler: salazar

It was nearly three-thirty in the morning when Acacia was awoken by suspicious creaking, whispers and noises that sounded dangerously similar to what she assumed burglars or murderers sounded like. Sleeping alone wasn't something she was adjusting to well after splitting ways from her long term boyfriend. She used to make him sleep on the left side of the bed. The side closest to the window. That way if anyone ever climbed through the window he could protect her. She's a little bit of a worry wart...to say the least.

Although every scary movie she's ever seen had taught her not to investigate strange noises, she slipped out of the sheets of her bed and approached her door anyway. With one hand she gently and quietly pushed the door open while her other hand grasped at a candle jar just in case she was being robbed. But as soon as her pale blue eyes caught view of the drunken mess in the living room she let out a groan and let go of the candle jar. "Riley! You can't keep doing this. You're gonna give me a heart attack!" She spat as she flicked the lights on and rubbed at her eyes gently. She had turned the lights on simply as revenge for waking her up. But now that the room was bright she could see what all the noise was about. "My sofa..." She whined walking closer to the scene of the crime where she could practically smell the alcohol secreting from his pores. "Oh good, it's the same cushion you got ashes on last week so we can't even just flip it over." She said with clear sarcasm in her voice as she inspected the damage and then glared sleepily and angrily in his direction.

After a moment of grieving for her sofa she walked into the kitchen and dropped her tea kettle onto the stove to make herself a cup of tea. She was never able to fall back asleep after being woken up.

ORIGINAL OR FANDOM?: Original and hoping to double
WHICH ONE(S)?: Literally loved all of them but the ones that sparked my fancy the most are three years later, a change of heart, unteachable and it’s just casual. But I’m open for any of the ones you posted.
TRIGGERS/LIMITS: None
ANYTHING ELSE?: Just that I would be interested in doubling up if possible (:

 

[nomuseneeded]

YOUR NAME: Ren
YOUR PRONOUNS: She/Her
A WRITING SAMPLE:

Spoiler: Writing sample

Henry had had delivery after delivery. The world of Amazon Prime promised a long day. He was thankful really; the more hours the better. He didn’t mind spending the whole day walking from house to house. It was a nice day out, and the air was fresh and clean. Nothing like the city he grew up in. There were less cars, and the cars that existed were greener. He had every hope that his asthma would get better here, since he was still new to the area.

He walked through the downtown and checked the number before moving quickly towards the building. Sometimes, by the way the package felt, he could tell what was in it. This wasn’t one of those times, which made him curious. But it would be rude of him to ask. It wasn’t really his place.

He ruffled up his dark hair as he went up to the door. Never knew who one might meet. Henry didn’t consider himself attractive, he was too lanky for his own taste, but he believed that someone would look past it someday. It was only a matter of time. Delivering packages was a silly place to meet someone, but not impossible.

Henry would be happy to meet almost anyone. He wasn’t desperate exactly, but it had been a while, and he was very pansexual. He just wanted someone to share life with. He was almost constantly happy, and he wanted to make a partner happy too. Was that too much to ask?

He came back out of the door only a few moments later, not watching where he was going. At the very least, he was doing a service to society. Getting things delivered was important in the current day and age. He only hoped the universe would reward him with someone to spend the rest of his life with. He was so caught up in this line of thought he barely noticed John before he walked right into him from the open door.

ORIGINAL OR FANDOM?: Original
WHICH ONE(S)?: A Parent Trap
TRIGGERS/LIMITS: Just site rules
ANYTHING ELSE?: Thanks for reading!

 

[christy]

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[christy]

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[christy]

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[grymi]

YOUR NAME: chuck

YOUR PRONOUNS: he/him

A WRITING SAMPLE:

Spoiler

It had been some of the longest days of his life. The idea of his departure came to him in a dream, though it didn’t feel like a dream whatsoever. It was the Prophecy. He’d read about it in the obnoxiously dense “Slayer Handbook”— as Mac called it— that had been given to him by the member of the Council that notified him of his “destiny.” He hated how much the old man had tried to glorify it. It sure was easy to speak highly of the position when you weren’t the one doing it, he supposed.



Despite his bitterness, McKenzie had known it was time. He could literally feel something pulling him in a direction he hadn’t known and split. He couldn’t tell anyone; it was a quest that had to be taken alone and in privacy. He hadn’t been aware how long it took. Everything seemed so surreal and as if time didn’t exist. Maybe that was due to the heat exhaustion that came from wandering out into the desert in the middle of the summer. Perhaps that was also the reason as to why he didn’t remember waking up on the ground to a man made fire raging before him.



The exchange wasn’t long... and it wasn’t what he had hoped it’d be. A woman lingered on the other side of the flame, crouched over as if in attack mode. The boy worried for a moment that this might be some sort of test: beat the spirit First Slayer or be found unfit and left to rot in the desert. Instead, she had only four words for him. Four words that had shaken him to his core, four words that instilled a disturbance that left the desert with him:



“Death is your gift.”



On his journey home, he’d noticed the time. And the date. Months. Months had passed by and, as soon as he got it on the car charger, his phone had blown up and it seemed everyone had assumed him dead. With his lifestyle, he couldn’t blame them. That’s why his reunion with Lydia was more than an emotional one and it distracted him briefly from the cold words of his descendant. After they’d composed themselves enough, and Mac hid the truth of what he learned, Lydia seemed to turn a little solemn once more. “I think you need to go see Derek,” she tested, not daring to meet his eyes as she knew how he got when it came to talking about the wolf.



Truthfully, and only would he admit this to himself, that incessantly broody asshole of a wolf was at the forefront of his mind the whole journey home. Derek didn’t trust easily he’d noticed and, just as they’d began to open up, he left. Without a word. For three fucking months. Only to be told death was his gift. How did that take three fucking months? He decided he could ponder that later and took her advice as he headed to the loft he’d begun to grow accustomed to.



As the slayer ascended the stairs, his heart began to race in his chest and he wondered if showing up would even be a good idea. Derek had a temper, one that he might have been to exhausted to endure. He didn’t turn away though; there was something in Lydia’s voice that told him it was important that he see him. The old habit of letting himself in hadn’t seemed to die as he slid the heavy door open and then shut behind him. It was quiet... and something seemed off.



As Mac glanced around the front room, he would spot little things that he knew didn’t belong to Derek. And there were a lot of them. Almost as if someone had moved in with him. The boy’s breath hitched in his throat as the thought of the sour wolf having found someone else only seemed to add to the anxiety of his recent discovery. Since there it appeared there was a new resident in the loft, he lingered at the front door and looked around anxiously... and finally found the courage to muster his voice, “Derek?”

ORIGINAL OR FANDOM?: fandom

WHICH ONE(S)?: supernatural, looking for a dean against my male oc in return for a sam or cas.

TRIGGERS/LIMITS: i am pretty relaxed when it comes to mature content. if i am bothered by something, i will respectfully and polite tell you so.

ANYTHING ELSE?: hope to hear from you soon, salazar.

 

[christy]

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[Rusty Kerman]

YOUR NAME: Rusty
YOUR PRONOUNS: Him, He, His
A WRITING SAMPLE:
SPOILER: ANOMALY
ORIGINAL OR FANDOM?: Original
WHICH ONE(S)?: Human X AI.
TRIGGERS/LIMITS: None
ANYTHING ELSE?: Nope

 

[boundless]

SALAZAR
YOUR NAME: my username is fine, Endless for short is good too!
YOUR PRONOUNS: She/Her
A WRITING SAMPLE:

Spoiler

On a rainy, April night, in Forks, a minuscule town situated on Washington's Olympic Peninsula, a navy Plymouth Satellite was cruising down a lonesome, county road, at a steady speed of fifty miles per hour. Perhaps the driver should have been driving slower, given the weather and the unfamiliarity of her surroundings, but Lennon Swan was deep in thought, mulling over a realization that had been perturbing her for the past half hour.

Lennon always figured she was a bad liar. However, that particular generalization of her character was not based on experience, but rather, lack thereof. Lennon had never really needed to fib. Sure, simple, white lies would spill past her lips at times, but they were harmless, as they were supposed to be. For example, when she consistently pretended to like the birthday gifts she received from her mother's wife. Penelope was the type to bestow gifts that reflected more on the giver, rather than the recipient. Still, Lennon acted appreciative every time, widening her eyes almost comically and taking a large intake of breath like a true lover of the present would. But besides the insignificant instances, she was never caught somewhere she wasn't supposed to be, or doing something she wasn't supposed to be doing, or hanging out with someone who she wasn't supposed to be hanging out with. So in actuality, Lennon was not a bad liar, but rather, an inexperienced one. It wasn't until she was driving back from Forks's single 24 hour mini mart, having to pick up a gallon of milk for the house that she now shared with her father, that Lennon came to a both sudden and stunning conclusion: she was a good liar after all.

After leaving her father, Lennon's mother, Rachel, took her to Florida. She spent her childhood years in Jacksonville, only visiting her father in Washington for a week every summer, and had planned to spend the rest of her teenage years there too. But Lennon's expectations were quickly dashed when Penelope's band signed a deal with a record label in Phoenix, Arizona. In a matter of a two weeks, Lennon had to pack her life away in cardboard boxes, ship them off, and board a plane headed west. She figured the move would not be so difficult, given the similar climates, but Lennon was quickly proved wrong. Phoenix was a totally different beast than Jacksonville. Yes, Florida was hot, but the warm air and humidity was familiar, and when she did grow sick of it, it was easily escapable. In Arizona, the heat was dry and unrelenting, along with the sun, and it made Lennon feel like a literal fish out of water, flopping pathetically against the scalding ground. She not only detested the temperature of the The Copper State, but the xeriscaping, the endless deserts, and the city's status as the sixth largest city in the United States, with a whopping population of one-point-four million Arizonans. And this is where the crux of her realization lay. For a whole two years, Lennon was able to convince everyone around her that she liked Arizona. She only grumbled about the insanely high temperatures when others initiated it, she endured multiple dust storms without complaint, and even played volleyball with her friends regularly on the weekend, despite how much she sweated during it. It wasn't until after a maddening long, two years that Lennon finally called it quits and explained to Rachel how she would like to move in with her father, Connor, in order to get to know him better, which was true. She purposely left out her abhorrence for Phoenix, because yes, she was at the end of her rope, but Lennon could not tell the truth, lest she risk hurting Rachel, and especially Penelope's, feelings.

The rain was coming down a little harder now. Lennon sunk her teeth into the flesh of her lower lip, leaning forward a bit in the driver's seat, and squinting her eyes in an attempt to see better. In hindsight, everything about this quick outing had been a bad idea. Her stomach fluttered nervously at the fact that she had never driven in the rain before, and how she had underestimated its affect. Lennon also hadn't bothered to wake a sleeping Connor to let him know she had left. It had been clear skies when she departed, and she figured she would be out and back in no time, milk in hand for breakfast the next morning. She had made multitude of mistakes, and Lennon hoped she would not have to pay for them.

The deer did not appear until Lennon was within ten feet of it. She meant to scream, but the sound became lodged in her throat as she jerked the wheel to the left, narrowly missing the animal. The slippery road sent her careening off to the side, submerging her car into wet foliage. The nose of the vehicle slammed into the massive trunk of a tree, metal crunching and bending around the intrusion. Lennon's body jerked forward, and the rough material of her seatbelt cut into the soft and delicate skin of her throat like a knife, choking her. Her body returned to its original position, but with consequence, her back slamming into the seat with a force that seemed to rattle all two hundred and six of her bones. As rain continued to pour down defiantly, and steam began to billow from under the hood of the car, Lennon was starting to lose consciousness, and a small part of her wondered if maybe she should have kept up the ruse in Arizona.

ORIGINAL OR FANDOM?: At the moment, fandom.
WHICH ONE(S)?: Twilight
TRIGGERS/LIMITS: None.
ANYTHING ELSE?: My writing sample is a starter post I wrote for a Twilight RP that never took off. My OC was a revamped (no pun intended) version of Bella, but since you prefer the Edward x OC pairing, I can totally create new one if it interferes with what you have in mind. And I prefer to double.

 

[christy]

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[Zaxs]

YOUR NAME: Zaxs
YOUR PRONOUNS: He/Him
A WRITING SAMPLE: Really old sample, but only one I have that I think is good enough to link. Mines of Oor

Below will be an example of plots I like to create and have roleplayed before.

Spoiler: Plot Examples

What a world

The World as we know it

This story takes place in a dimension parallel to our own, in which there are many similarities. One key difference is the presence of magic and magic beings. Simple magic is used as commonly as simple sciences are in our world. You can find it providing light, warmth, in tools or personal items, as entertainment, in medicines, and as aid of communication and transportation. Though it is present and common place for the most part, there are only a few born with the natural ability to wield it, these are listed below.

M.E.C.

Monster Eradication Conglomerate

An organization called M.E.C. ( Monster Eradication Conglomerate ) has appeared due to the rapid growth of demonic creatures of unknown origin, popping up from who knows where. These Creatures come in all shapes and sizes and some have even evolved and can become almost human like in appearance. So the Monster Eradication Conglomerate has recruited the best of the best to combat these foes. These soldiers have been modified to be able to not only survive against these Demons and Monster, but to slay them. This constant battle between the humans and these creatures have went on for almost several decades, and some towns and cities have been completely taken over by these monsters. It's your job to stop any further corruption of these creatures, and to save humanity from going extinct.

Becoming a Knight

Lamb to the Slaughter

Every year a group of knights leave their castle hidden somewhere where no man may find it. The leave to find a new person willing to join their ranks as a knight, many people train to hone their skills as a knight. Because on that one day a year a group of willing people are selected and brought to a castle where only the most powerful knights may live. These knights are hired for many expensive jobs and are famous for being able to handle any job with ease and as quick as possible. They live wealthy and famous lives in their castle and any man or woman would be lucky enough to become one. But what is not know, is that to become a knight you must go against an intense set of trials testing your strength, wisdom, fortitude, and more. If you were to fail any of these trials, you are met with a swift death, and by the end of the trials, those that are alive must face each other until a champion or champions are decided upon by the council.

Endless Adventure

Endless Dungeon

A dungeon has sprung up from out of nowhere, after being discovered by a few kids playing around a cave in the forest. This Dungeon has mystical creatures roaming around inside of it. From dragons, lizards, centaurs, and even demons. These monsters drop loot ranging in rarity depending on how far down you are in the Dungeon. The people near the cave now use most of the items and loot dropped from the monsters inside as currency. Though once you enter, there is no chance for you to change your mind and escape, not until the Dungeon decides when you leave. People have been gone for weeks even months inside the cave, coming back randomly and with no signs of aging. The mysterious Dungeon seems to keep whoever is in it young. The Dungeon provides food and water at certain level points, but it is not easy to come by, and most adventures have to prepare ahead of time less they run out. But who knows how far it goes, and what lies at the end. Will you be the first to find out?

My Crush is a Demon?

My crush is Red?

Demons roam around normal people everyday, though no one seems to see them except you. All of a sudden you can see these creatures, and grow suspicious of what they could be doing trying to blend into the normal human world. You even go as far as to interrogate one of them only to find out that they aren't so different from people, and they just want to live a normal life. Well as normal as can be when you are a demon.

Heroes and Witches

Wandering Heroes and Witches

In this world people with magic abilities are considered witches, now just because you get the titled of a Witch, doesn't mean you are hated. No, witches are actually the foundation of most of the countries, they create elixirs to heal sick. They used their magic to build and shape the world with normal humans, even creating power through a large magical crystal held in every city. This power can keep a city powered by lights, transportation, even as far as creating and gases. It can do this for centuries before running out of power. Witches are the founders of this land. Yet out of nowhere four witches have taken over four countries, leaving one for normal humans to survive, at least until one of them decides to take it over. Now it is up to wandering heroes to try and defeat these foul witches and create a world of peace again.

ORIGINAL: Original, please.
WHICH ONE(S)?: The example I listed has a few plots I have in mind. But I had another one I have been itching to write about. It has to do with a plot similar to the Mines of Oor.
TRIGGERS/LIMITS: N/A
ANYTHING ELSE?: Salazar

 

[christy]

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[christy]

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[christy]

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[christy]

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[christy]

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[astrid]

NAME: astrid
PRONOUNS: she/her
WRITING SAMPLE:

Spoiler: spoiler

Elijah's face contorted into a look of annoyance as he circled around his motorcycle, eyeing it tentatively. His late night Rendezvous down a particularly bad side of town had left his vehicle in a faulty state, he had barely been able to drive back to his warehouse without the fear of his engine shutting down. But the damage that it sustained was well worth it to him, knowing he had prevented another death by a second-rate killer who'd been on the run for months now. There was a gnawing thought in the back of his mind while he was on his way back though. Nighthawk had contacted him earlier that day, an act that took Elijah by surprise. They had crossed paths a few times before, but never had any direct communication. He knew that upon receiving that message, it had to be a dire situation that he couldn’t deal with by himself. The contents of said message also threw him off, the idea of forming a team was incredulous to him especially because he was more than comfortable working alone. It meant less people to worry about and less people getting in the way. But still, the idea didn't seem too far-fetched either especially for the target that they were up against.


He sighed, picking up the quarter-filled glass of whiskey that was sitting on the table and brought it up to his lips. He tilted the glass slightly, downing the drink in one go. Elijah grimaced as the sharp bitter taste lingered among his taste-buds, the acidic substance leaving its presence as it slid down his throat. He set the glass down, and walked over to the other side of the room, his eye catching the glare a picture frame that sat on his chestnut colored bookshelf that stood in the corner. The woman in the picture frame was smiling, evident happiness flooding her features. You'll be great someday, Elijah, I know you will. It was the last time Elijah had heard his mother speak, and the first time he'd ever sworn to end someone’s life in the name of revenge. He clenched his fists and pursed his lips into a thin line, moving away from the bookcase.


Elijah contemplated for a few moments if he was really up for this. The idea of a team was foreign to him and he wasn't sure how this would turn out in terms of the functionality of the different personalities who were so accustomed to working alone. But Wraith's chaotic tactics were getting worse and just one person alone could take him down without landing in critical condition, not even the valiant Nighthawk.


Before he could register what he was doing, Elijah had already put on his suit and grabbed his pistol. Although he didn't think he'd necessarily use it, he brought it with him for safety measures, just in case. The only thing that was stopping him now was a mode of transportation. Glancing at his rugged motorcycle a frown


He exhaled, chewing on his bottom lip as he paced back and forth. He made a mental note to invest in another mod of transportation after fixing the motorcycle, the thought itself being long overdue. Elijah walked over to excessively occupied desk that was overflowing with papers, cheap gas station coffee cups, and an empty box of pizza. His warehouse was a place that he didn't feel he needed to keep tidy, since it was somewhere only he knew about never had guests over who could criticize his untidy habits that he has. Elijah bent his knees in order to get access to under the table, where he carelessly shoved all his tool box and other hardware under. He felt around the area a bit until his hand came in contact with a long slab of wood. He brought it out and sized it up, chuckling at his idea. It was something that he had tried when he had found out about his abilities, although it ended in a few cuts and bruises, the exhilaration was well worth it. Tucking the wood under his arm he strode over to the large garage door entrance and used the handle to yank it up.

(keep in mind that I wrote the about 1-2 years ago which was around the time where I stopped roleplaying on my other account and it's honestly not the best but this was the only one I found that was decent enough)

ORIGINAL OR FANDOM?: original
WHICH ONE(S)?: I'M WITH THE BAND, THREE YEARS LATER, A CHANGE OF HEART
TRIGGERS/LIMITS: no, not really. If I do come across something that makes me uncomfortable though I'll make sure to inform you and hope you can do the same with me!
ANYTHING ELSE?: salazar

 

[christy]

ミ☆ PMed you astrid ! ​