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[UncoordinatedPisces]

✧ My name is Amy and I'm looking for some partners! ✧

I'm a British roleplayer with around 6-7 years of experience, across multiple genres and fandoms, playing both female and male characters with relative ease. I am prone to disappearing from the site, but working on making that happen less frequently. I'm almost always busy with real life stuff, but summer is coming up, which means I'll generally have more free time. This relatively free time won't be starting until June, but I'm still able to plan and roleplay at the moment, just not at the frequency I'll be able to in June. With this short announcement out of the way, I hope you enjoy reading through the information within the next few posts, instructions on how to approach me will be found below. Thanks all!

✧ What are my requirements? ✧
Age

I'm looking for people that are 16+ preferably, just because I want to be able to explore darker themes. If you're around my age (20), that's even better!

OOC

This is something I've never really considered before, but realise it plays more of a role than ever with me. I'm the sort to get very excited about a roleplay, and I need a partner who can share the excitement with me. I want us both to be enthusiastic. A part of this is developing good OOC relations. I'm almost always around to talk OOC, and that's where the real connection is found. There's nothing nicer than finding out you share things in common, and for me, when I meet a genuinely lovely person through roleplay, that is always a huge win. I'm over on Discord to chat in an IM setting too, which is much preferred - I like to keep chit-chat and RP separate when I can.

Activity

When it comes to activity, this will be very varied. Right now, I'm not actually that free. However, in the mean time, I am more than welcome to plan and get the ball rolling in plotting! I am able to start writing posts, but please be aware that you won't get frequent IC posts. When June rolls around though, I can probably guarantee most of my partners a post every other day. I'd ask you to match this as best you can.

Post Length

My responses are at least two-three detailed paragraphs per character I am playing, it all depends what is required of me within a post. Some of my starters have amassed to near 2,000 words, so I'm capable of long, long replies. My grammar, spelling and general use of varied vocab are normally always good, though slips up do happen! With this is mind, I do expect you to produce a minimum of 2-3 paragraphs per character - a few typos are completely fine, I do it all the time, but make sure your post is readable!

Pairings/Genders

I am comfortable playing both male and female characters, and I really hope you feel the same. Its not that I dislike people who only play female (because that is the most common denominator on this site), because honestly, I prefer playing female, definitely if I'm not doubling. However, I like my options to be as open as possible, and will play a male character for the right partner. I have the most experience with MxF and FxF, so that's what I would prefer to do. However, I'm open to suggestions on MxM and will consider it if it seems like a good option. I do not play transgender characters or non-conforming characters as I have no experience. However, I don't mind playing against them in a non-romantic way, I just don't feel educated enough to depict a relationship.

Doubling/Multiple Characters

I love to double, and I love to play multiple characters. I crave for my partners to feel similarly, but its not an absolute requirement. Playing background/NPCs character is a requirement for both of us, and don't require that much effort really. They are important for keeping the story going and for it to feel natural. A note on doubling: if we do double, unless it makes sense in the universe or we do some kind of original story, I'd rather it be two separate roleplays.

Plotting/Character Sheets

I need us both to be actively plotting and working things out as we go along. This wasn't always important to me, but I realise that it maintains my excitement! I will not be pulling all the weight with plotting, so we both have to take part. My opinions are mixed on character sheets. I do want them, but how detailed they need to be is another question. For now, I'm going to suggest detailed character sheets before a roleplay begins. No anime pictures, just face-claims or realistic artwork.

A note on disappearing

I am notorious for disappearing when things get hectic in my real life, which happens more often than I expect. However, I really aim to work on keeping everyone in the loop - even if it just means posting to my profile. In terms of ending a roleplay that I'm no longer interested in, I find it really really hard. However, I would hope that my partners would let me know why it isn't working and say a polite goodbye, so I will wholeheartedly aim to do the same.

✧ Writing Samples ✧

Historical Example

Rhian pressed her head against the cold, cracked glass of her bedroom window. She stared outwards towards the streets below her, cocking her head to one side to focus in on the occasional passerby. She would often spend time at her little window, people watching was a relaxing pass time - and it allowed for some time alone before her long night's work. She looked up at the cloudy sky, it had darkened considerably since she had emerged to go to the market, having coming back to her room to lie down. With a sigh, she leaned backwards away from the window and pulled the cotton rag which she supposed was meant to act as a curtain across.

Next to a rickety bed stood a small cabinet which held her few belongings. She pulled out her corset, having discarded it in favour of a comfortable bed, and put it on - pulling her dress over her had. It was a deep crimson colour, obviously nothing fancy as it had patches filled in along the hem and underneath when the seamstress had run out of fabric, but it had the slightest air of elegance. Her boss often gave the girls new garments out of his own pocket, wanting them to look presentable. While the pub didn't attract well-dressed guests, for the most part, it did benefit from having girls who looked as though they changed their clothes every few weeks. Besides, the seamstress owed him a favour. Favours were often the currency of London town when money was tight.

The young woman emerged from her room into the narrow, off-centre corridor which housed a small antique clock. 7, she read. She had learnt the roman numerals on the clock recently, her neighbour, a slightly older girl named Betty had taught her how. She knocked on the door adjacent to her own. "Bett!" she called, hearing a grunt in response. "It's 7, Charlie will be expecting us downstairs" her Welsh accent rang out. The door swung open, and to her surprise, one of the bar men appeared at the doorway. "Alrigh' daffodil?" he said with a smirk, using the nickname they had crafted for her as he pushed his way past her and down the staircase at the end of the corridor. Rhian watched him walk away with confusion as she entered the room, watching as Betty pulled on her own corset.

"Why was Bertie in your room?" she asked, leaning against the door frame. The other women sighed and waved her hands in the air. "Why do you think?" she snapped, taking Rhian by surprise. The adolescent obviously knew why, three months of being out of her farming household had taught her a bit more about how life worked. It was more of the question of why him. "I didn't mean ta be rude my luv" she said apologetically when Rhian looked hurt. "Things just 'appen, you should know that by now" she added, pulling her younger friend from the room when she had finished getting ready.

When they were on the staircase, Betty turned her head to look at her again. "Just don't mention it to Charlie or anythin', he don't like us fooling around" she warned, continuing down the stairs when she responded with a nod. Rhian valued Betty's friendship, and wasn't about to snitch on her, Bertie on the other hand...out of all the workers she just found him intolerable. Perhaps the constant taunting of her Welsh heritage, or the lewd comments as the night went on, he was just a prick. The pair emerged downstairs, where a trip down another corridor brought them out into the wide space of the pub. It was fairly busy, though it was open near enough 24 hours. Between 6 and 11 in the morning it was quiet, but other than that there were always tables full.

The other two girls, Vera and Barbara offered the two women a smile as they tiredly headed down the corridor they just came from. Following them were Ron and Stan, the two other men who helped out. The staff of eight split the working day into two, so each person was working roughly ten hours a day. This week, it was Rhian, Betty, Bertie and Charlie's turn for the night job. "Bertie, nip down to the market and get a few loaves to go with that stew for tonight - the punters will kick off if we ain't got any" he said, shoving coins in the man's hand and watching him as he went out the forever open door. "You two, the place needs sprucin' up before the evening crowd arrives" he motioned the cleaning supplies in the corner.

Begrudgingly, the two began to clean. It didn't take long, just mopping up the remnants of spilled drink and vomit that the others had missed. They had nothing to make the place smell better, but then who could complain about bad smells in the big city. Before they knew it, people started to arrive. Rhian started to recognise all the familiar faces, and they started to recognise her. "Oi, taffy, a gin and tonic if you will!" an older man called out to her from one end of the bar. She had gotten used to the slurs for the Welsh, and often embraced them if they weren't from people whom she disliked. Her hands often ached from being overworked, so she relished for the moments when Charlie gave her a pat on the shoulder. It meant he wanted her to sing. There was often a few men with harmonicas, or even occasional brass instrument who would accompany her. She longed for a piano to put put in the pub, but Charlie wouldn't fork out for that. To her misfortune, Charlie hadn't tapped her shoulder yet, so the onslaught of drink orders went on.

The atmosphere excitable and lively as arguments would break out and both men and women would shout drunken slurs and chants. From the outside, it looked like the place to be, warm and inviting in the October night and the offer of a free hot meal to those who bought enough drink. It was certainly the place to meet all sorts of people for all sorts of reasons.

Fantasy Example

The coffee burn on Naveen Baqri's arm from the ships sudden descent into madness didn't take long to cool, having been plunged deep into the sea. To think he had simply been on the deck enjoying a nice, hot cup of Joe after tinkering with the steamships endless amount of machinery. This horrendous tempest came upon the ship as if it had been summoned out of thin air. Everything moved so quickly. He had reached the surface of the water, gasping for breath and trying to tread. He looked around frantically, everything was so dark. He could hear crew-mates shouting out for help but waves kept engulfing his head, each time it was harder to hear their shouts.

His toolkit was weighing him down, even though it was lightly packed. Panicking, he searched for the fasten to undo it, but had a moment of hesitation. Would he need it if he managed to wash up somehwere? Taking the risk, he let go of the fasten and decided he had to power through, he couldn't keep treading. He was going to sucked down into the depths if he did. Naveen started to swim, eyes stinging from the water. It took him great amounts of effort to move forwards, and was unsure if he was even moving. Perhaps if he used his arms more it would give his legs a break?

Before he could try to think any more about his survival plan, a huge wave engulfed him once more, this time making him thrash about. Loosing the capability to think, he just tried to reach the surface with everything he had, eyes unable to stay shut below the water. Growing tired, his arms felt as though the were giving out, and slowly his eyes closed...

Naveen felt a jab at his chest all of sudden, and a voice breaking through the silence. His eyes opened again, this time staring up into those of a man that seemed twice his size, acknowledging him for a moment. He jolted up to a sitting position, swinging his head round to see others on the beach he had apparently washed up to, though he couldn't recognise any of them. How did I...who is he? Naveen's attentions focused on the man once again. "Where do I come from?" he repeated quietly. He had to take a moment to think, what was the ships name? "HMS Redeemer, I'm there trainee mechanic" he finally answered, rubbing his head and pushing back his hair. "Were you on there too?" he asked. "I don't remember seeing you, or any of these lot" he added.

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Cassandra Lyons had never been one for exercise, but swimming was perhaps her strongest sport. The weightlessness of the body in water coupled with the ease of movement for limbs did wonders for her. Still, being thrown off the passengers deck ferry to France was unexpected and therefore rendered whatever swimming abilities she had almost useless. The ferry had already been rocky, but things went rapidly downhill when a wave swept over the deck, the cold English Channel water hitting her like brick. Her friends screamed and tried to cling on to what they could as the second wave came and washed them over the edge.

Perhaps it was the panic of hitting the water, but one of the fellow passengers, an older man, started to grab at her. She felt herself being pushed below the surface as he clambered on top of her, and she started to scream when she surfaced. It was his own survival instincts kicking in, and Cassie knew she had to do something. With an almighty push, she managed to get away from the man, pseudo-swimming against the force of the waves. There were people screaming all around her, and she couldn't help but continue to cry out too. Something hit her face suddenly with the next wave. She had to look at it closely to recognise the item. Her backpack. It had been on the floor next to her, and now it was floating. It hadn't become water-logged just yet. Maybe it would be useful to float with for just a few moments before it did?

It started to move away from her and she started to swim after it. A jolt of pain went up the length of her right leg right to her lower back which made her yell, swallowing a mouthful of water. Stupid leg, STUPID LEG. It was locked with cramp. With a last ditch effort, Cassie used her arms to pull her forward, grasping the top handle of the backpack, as she turned her head, another wave took her under the surface. The pain in her leg grew in severity until suddenly, in what felt like a flash, she felt the ground beneath her. She had her eyes closed, and the pain in her leg had ebbed to a dull ache. Opening her eyes, she slowly sat up, wincing as she did so. She was on a long beach, but how? She hadn't been that close to France, surely. She noticed others were dotted next to her.

A woman appeared beside her, crouching to her level. Cassie felt a wash of relief at someone approaching her, but gave her an odd look after studying the woman for a moment. She was dressed oddly, though she wasn't one to judge, maybe it was an outfit? She focused her eyes, were those guns strapped to her side? What on earth. When she spoke, she was taken aback by the bluntness of her tone. "Um, France?" Cassie wandered aloud, though her voice was sore from shouting. Though as she looked around she couldn't be quite sure about that. "I, I actually don't know" she mumbled, unsure of how to react.

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The intense feeling of hitting a body of water at such velocity Rhian Fletcher's body seize up as soon as it hit the water. The intense feeling of fear that followed prevented her from reacting straight away. This was every nightmare surfacing at once. Getting on this boat had taken every ounce of courage she had left, so being cast off into the depths was simply traumatising. She started to scream even below the surface, her mouth filling with the freezing water and some inevitably going further. She resurfaced naturally, coughing and spluttering to expel the cruel liquid from her lungs. There had been several dozens of people packed onto that small boat, and she could hear them crying out for help. Her cries rose above the others.

She started to tread water to stay afloat, eyes screwing shut at every wave, and panic ensuing every time she went below the surface. The idea of the cold dark abyss below her made her feel ill. She didn't want to drown. She couldn't drown. A cruel twist of fate, to finally decide to take control of her life to have it taken so harshly away from her. Maybe this meant she wasn't meant to have gotten away. Maybe this is what the higher powers of this Earth wanted for her. A large piece of wood, no doubt from the boat that was now in pieces around her, dug at her side. Through instinct alone she reached out and grabbed at it. Her shaky hands, partly from fear and partly from the cold, hauled her onto the floating plank, realising that her belongings were still attached to her. She shivered, slowly succumbing to the cold. Dying from cold would be better than dying in the water.

She thought of her brothers as the waves washed over her body, her hands struggling to hold onto the wood. She wondered what they looked like now, how grown up they'd be. Her eyes fell shut with the next large wave. Rhian started stir again shortly after. Her hands reached out to her sides, they were still shaking violently from the trauma that had ensued. They became sandy immediately. She opened her tired eyes, thoroughly confused as she stared up at the sky. Had she died? Still lying down, she turned her head to one side to be greeted by the face of another. Maybe she hadn't died then.

An older man, tall and dark with greyed hair. He took her by surprise, and she shuffled backwards suddenly. He had his eyes closed, as she had. Rhian sat up and looked over his looming body, able to see others, which made her somewhat relieved. It appeared she was on a beach, a place where she had hardly ever got the chance to see. She refocused on the man beside her, putting her shaking hands in her lap. "Hello?" she called out softly, unsure if he was alive, and if he was, she didn't want to startle him.

✧ Fandoms ✧

Doctor Who

I can play: 10th Doctor, Captain Jack Harkness, OC Doctor, OC Companion
What I'm craving: A roleplay where the 10th Doctor has three strangers as companions. One of them has already been travelling with him for a couple of months, the two others somehow manage to involve themselves in an adventure occurring on Earth. Plot then becomes a series of episodes. Maybe Captain Jack turns up to join them at some point.
What I'm also craving: A roleplay where the 11th Doctor is actually a woman, and she goes off to find her own new companion. Plot then becomes a series of episodes, and because why not, Captain Jack might turn up too.
Stipulations: All OC companions must live in Britain, but they do not have to be British.

Torchwood

I can play: any of the canon characters excluding Series 4, OCs
What I'm craving: A roleplay where Captain Jack returns to Cardiff to set up a brand new team, made up of our OCs. Or, the original team plus an OC each.
Stipulations: None that I can think of.

Harry Potter

I can play: not looking for canon currently, but I can play Remus, Sirius or any of the Weasley brothers (ask me nicely about canon and we can try and work something out)
What I'm craving: A roleplay where it has been ten years since Hogwarts reopened, and our two main characters have been recruited as new teachers
Stipulations: We can either double for this (perhaps set in a different era?) or play a small friendship group of first years on the side

Star Wars

I can play: not looking for canon currently, but I can play Luke, Han, Poe and Obi-Wan (ask me nicely about canon and we can try and work something out)
What I'm craving: A roleplay set during the seventh/eight episodes which would focus on a band of friends within a small faction of the Resistance movement, probably a million miles away from the Resistance leaders, feeling very cut off. Our two main characters would be actively involved in this little group, and through shared experiences, would bond.
What I'm also craving: A roleplay set during the prequels where my character would be a Padawan whose Master has been killed on a mission. Your character is Jedi Knight (or Master) who has been asked to resume her learning. The two would go on missions, and eventually start to feel for each other. Maybe a trip into grey Jedi territory.
Stipulations: For the first idea, I'm expecting to play about three-four characters each. For the second, I'm not looking to double.

✧ Historical ✧
Both plots were written in mind of me playing X, but all are available for doubling. We can double up across two different plots too. Both of these are MxF!

Victorian

[X] is a naive country girl who has come to the city of London to make a living, perhaps the only thing a young poor person could strive to do. [Y] is a thug with a ruthless attitude who works for a larger network of frauds, thieves and murderers who roam the city and do their dodgy dealings. [Y]'s name is known to many - he always gets what he wants. The same rule applies when he stumbles upon [X], who has managed to snag a job cleaning and serving in a rough backstreet pub. [Y]immediately lusts after [X], and manages to seduce her during their frequent meetings at the bar. [X] knows little of the danger that surrounds [Y] both externally and internally, and falls for his charm. The two share a night together and [Y] feels unusually attached to [X]. Will the two grow a romance between them? Will [X]get dragged into a life of crime? Will [Y] show his true colours and snap? Will she put up with [Y]?

Early 1900s

[X] is a young woman has just been employed as a housemaid in a grand house in the English countryside, the property of a family of aristocrats. She is part of an expansive set of staff. [Y] is the second son of the Lord of the house, often ignored by his parents who are devoted to their eldest son, he has become the rebel. [X] accidentally stumbles across him and the daughter of another family together in [Y]'s bed chamber after entering to clean, thinking she had left. [Y] asks [X] to keep the secret, and she does. It was then when [Y] really noticed [X], and when they crossed paths in the house, despite the awkwardness, they had the occasional conversation. [X] stupidly starts to fall for [Y], and unbeknown to her, he's starting to do the same. What happens when they begin a secret romance? Will [X]'s tough background be revealed? Will the guest who slept with [Y] come back to haunt him? What would happen if something happened to the oldest son, the heir - would [Y] be thrown into the spotlight, will [X] be revealed?

✧ Modern ✧

Key

bold role preferred
✓ already have an idea/plot, just enquire to hear it!
⚤ just male x female
⚯ will consider other gender pairings

all pairings are available for doubling, preferably you will pick two pairings you want to do so we can do two separate roleplays - sometimes the same pairing will work

Pairings

Professor x Student ✓⚤
Teacher x Teaching Assistant ✓ ⚯
Substance Abuser x Clean ✓⚯
Teacher x Single Parent ✓⚤
Politician x Intern ✓⚤

✧ Fantasy ✧

Key

bold role preferred
✓ already have an idea/plot, just enquire to hear it!
⚤ just male x female
⚯ will consider other gender pairings

all pairings are available for doubling, preferably you will pick two pairings you want to do so we can do two separate roleplays - sometimes the same pairing will work

Pairings

Dragon Rider x Dragon Rider ⚯
Rogue Knight x Farmer's Daughter ✓⚤
Sorcerer x Apprentice ⚯

✧ Sci-Fi✧

Key

bold role preferred
✓ already have an idea/plot, just enquire to hear it!
⚤ just male x female
⚯ will consider other gender pairings

all pairings are available for doubling, preferably you will pick two pairings you want to do so we can do two separate roleplays - sometimes the same pairing will work...note: all these RPs take place in a Star Wars style universe, but exact canon would not exist

Pairings

Space Pirate x Captured/Imprisoned ⚯
Criminal Gang Member x Politician ✓⚯
Captain/Pilot x Mechanic ⚯

✧ Interested? Please fill this out and PM me! Try not to reply to the thread! ✧​

- Do you have Discord?
- How old are you?
- How often can you post?
- What ideas/pairings are you interested in?
- What gender do you play/what gender pairings do you play?
- What is your stance on doubling/multiple characters generally?
- Are you comfortable with darker themes?
- Can I see a writing sample please?

 

[UncoordinatedPisces]

✧ bumping for Doctor Who, Torchwood, Harry Potter and modern ✧

 

[UncoordinatedPisces]

✧ bumping for the above listings, anyone who hasn't received a PM/message back yet will get one later in the week because I'm super busy, just bumping to keep this up there! ✧

 

[Daemonium]

If you're still interested, I'd like to do one of the Star Wars ones. I have multiple OCs so I can do either of your cravings.

 

[UncoordinatedPisces]

✧bumping for Doctor Who, Torchwood, Harry Potter and modern, anyone who hasn't received a PM/message back yet will get one starting tomorrow evening and over the weekend, just bumping to keep interest! ✧

 

[UncoordinatedPisces]

✧ bumping for Doctor Who, Torchwood, Harry Potter, modern and historical! ✧

 

[UncoordinatedPisces]

✧ bumping for Doctor Who, Torchwood, Harry Potter, modern and historical! ✧

 

[UncoordinatedPisces]

✧ bumping for Doctor Who, Torchwood, Harry Potter (will accept canonxoc pairings), modern and historical! ✧

 

[UncoordinatedPisces]

✧ bumping for Doctor Who, Torchwood, Harry Potter (will accept canonxoc pairings), modern and historical! I've also adding fantasy and sci-fi pairings! ✧