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- 0102030405about mehello there! i'm noel, a twenty year old who uses they/them pronouns. i've been away from RPN for quite a while and finally have some time to get back into rping, so here i am! please be aware that i am a full-time post secondary student, and i also work fulltime. replies will most likely be done in the evenings and on weekends. i do my best to reply at least once per day. i consider myself to be a novella-style writer, and average around 2,000-2,500 words per reply. my style of writing tends to be more story-like rather than dialogue based, as you'll see in the sample that i've posted. i typically roleplay oc x canon (doubling), but can be persuaded to write oc x oc in certain circumstances.
you'll notice that most of my original characters already have fledged out backstories, especially on their relationships with partners. this can, and most likely will be, changed for our rps! i've got timbits of lore bumping around in my head and like to get it out. fun to read, but backstories can be changed.
- 0102030405rulesi don't tend to be extremely picky or anything when it comes to writing. as long as you're putting in effort and your writing is legible, i've got no problems. all i ask is that you don't send me one liners: it's quite discouraging when i work hard on a reply, only to receive the bare minimum in return.
of course, all the typical unspoken rules of rp apply (no godmodding, etc etc). i'm pretty relaxed: respect me & i'll respect you. if you aren't feeling the rp, that's fine, just let me know and we'll either go our separate ways or figure something out. this is supposed to be fun and enjoyable for both parties, not a chore. on that note, please let me know if there are things you aren't comfortable with exploring in an rp-setting. everything will follow rpn's guidelines, but i know that there are things that i would rather not write about and i'd prefer you respect that, as will i.
i can't believe that i have to put this, but please respect my character's pronouns. some of my characters use neoprouns, and almost all of them are LGBTQ+; if you aren't comfortable with that, please don't contact me in regards to rping. i've had this issue happen multiple times and i'm not going to entertain the idea anymore. if you aren't sure how to use my character's pronouns, ask.
- 0102030405plots
this page includes; fandoms, prompts, word bank.
if you don't see anything you like here, feel free to dm me / comment your idea(s). there's some fandoms i'm forgetting for sure, so things will be added here as i remember.
fandoms.
avatar the last airbender ; looking for zuko, will play anyone.
cafe enchante ; looking for rindo, will play anyone.
fire emblem (awakening, fates, three houses); looking for chrom, xander, dimitri, will play almost anyone*.
genshin impact ; looking for venti, will play almost anyone*.
ikemen sengoku ; looking for hideyoshi, will play almost anyone*
jujutsu kaisen ; looking for gojo, will play anyone.
obey me! (not totally caught up on this) ; looking for diavolo, will play anyone.
percy jackson ; tba, will play about anyone*.
redacted asmr <-- very much craving ; looking for william, gavin, or avior will play almost anyone*
SCP foundation / universe ; non-romantic setting, ocxoc
a tale of crowns ; looking for Rêzan, will play anyone.
transformers ; non-romantic
*please ask beforehand; there are some characters that i don't feel comfortable playing.
prompts / word bank.
soulmates
apocalypse
royalty
winter
goodbye
red string of fate
curse
last battle
fire
- 0102030405writing sample
From my original character, Heaven's, backstory.
Quinn had returned to Dahlia.
That was the last text message heaven strang received from Darlin, timestamped 6:02pm. Heaven had just finished their shift at the Dahlia Emergency Veterinary Hospital when they’d seen the message. Their heartbeat picked up, thumping loud enough they swore anyone around them could hear it. There was only one option; go after their best friend and see what mess they’d gotten themselves into now. Heaven didn’t know much about quinn; hadn’t needed to. They’d taken one glance at the scars that littered the shifter’s neck and knew. They’d had their fair share of shitty relationships. It seemed like the universe was looking out for them, as Darlin’s phone was still getting blips on their find my friends. The stupidest fucking app, something the shaw alpha had made them all install after the inversion (“for safety reasons”). So Heaven threw their Nissian in drive, pulled up their maps app, and broke half a dozen speed limits racing towards rural Dahlia.
Their mind, normally going a million miles a minute, was silent. They’d had half a thought to call Will, but shoved it aside. Darlin had been hell bent for leather on not letting anyone else know what was going on, and getting it out of them originally was akin to finding a needle in a haystack. The drive led them into the woods, sun slowly fading on the horizon. Heaven quietly cursed Darlin; they had to choose the worst time to go after the vampire, when he’d be at his strongest. Not that heaven expected anything else. Sarlin was stubborn and straight minded, but would rather die than have someone they loved hurt because of their actions. Heaven understood the reasoning, but still would’ve wanted someone else involved. While Darlin could hold their own, it wouldn’t exactly be a walk in the park for an unempowered human to go up against an old blood vampire. Suicide, practically, but Heaven tried to not think about that. Once they reached Darlin’s last known location, they parked their car off the side of the road. This part of town wasn’t exactly busy, but it wasn’t anyone’s territory, which made it all the more dangerous. Solaire soil was about half a mile east; a fourty minute’s walk from their current location.
Heaven grabbed the knapsack out of the back of their car, slinging it over their shoulder. They always brought the pack with them. While they weren’t exactly a human nurse, they were first aide certified and could do somewhat of a decent job of patching someone up. At least, enough until they could get an actual healer. They also grabbed the baseball bat out of their trunk. Not that it would do much good, but Heaven felt safer with it on them anyways. Locking the car and shoving the keys into their scrub pocket, Heaven started looking around to decide on where to go. The tracking had ended here, in the middle of nowhere. Heaven quickly heard sounds of a struggle, and quietly made their way over; only to be shocked at what they heard.
“You’re mine, and I’ll turn you myself if that’s what it takes to keep you with me. Do you really think they’d keep you in your pack once you were one of us?” A masculine voice, sarcastic, was speaking. That had to be Quinn. Quinn, who had just threatened to turn a shaw wolf. In Dahlia. a half mile from Solaire land. Holy shit, this guy really was fucking crazy! Heaven didn’t know too much about pack dynamics, but they knew even the threat of turning was enough to warrant one’s life to be in the balance. They crept closer, ready to commit the guy’s face to memory, when
snap
Heaven felt their heart drop to their stomach as everything went silent. They didn’t have enough time to think before they were being dragged out by their hair, screeching. Darlin’s face, well, heaven hoped that they’d never see that look again. Pure, unadulterated dread filtered across their features. one of Quinn's friends (they assumed, who fucking knows) grabbed their arms, forcing them to their knees and leaving bruises with their grip.
- 0102030405extra
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