FloatingAroundSpace
Three Thousand Club
Hello everyone, my name is Space and I have been RPing for about four years on and off now. This past year has been the longest time I have been off RPing, having taken time to focus more on my school work. As such, I dropped a lot of wonderful RPs that I had been a part of. If I did drop you, I am deeply sorry. I really enjoyed out time together and would have loved to see how our stories turned out, however IRL just became too much to handle. If any one of you would like to try RPing with me again, feel free to let me know!
I am currently looking for new people to RP with, given that it is summer and I have time off now to focus on things I enjoy. Below is more information about me and what I look for in a partner. Please read through them carefully!
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About Me
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I am a college student, but as I stated above, I am on summer break so I should have more time than usual to respond.
I tend to consider myself literate in terms of grammar and spelling. However, when it comes to post length, I don't tend to write a lot if there isn't anything of substance to contribute. I try not to give people one-liners at all and I'm working on describing what my characters are thinking more to help flesh them out through posts, but I don't like writing three paragraphs of fluff just to have three paragraphs of fluff.
I'm ok with RPing just about anything within the ToS here. Nothing really squicks me. I actually do have a preference for darker RPs that delve into things like the aftereffects of war, mental illness, and abuse.
I love OOC talking and planning. RPing to me is mutual storytelling and I want to get to know you and where our characters are going. It's must more fun that way.
I prefer RPing on threads for organization and coding's sake.
I RP characters of all genders fairly evenly.
I use faceclaims, which means that I use photographs of real people to base my character's appearance on. I credit the individual I use in the FC and I do my best to keep it to people who are already in the public eye and have photos that are already easily searchable and in the public domain.
I live on the East Coast.
I like every furry four-legged companion that humans have decided to domesticate. And their feathered two-legged counterparts.
I'm cold literally all the time. -
What I Expect
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Someone who is also literate in terms of spelling and grammar. I would like to be able to smoothly read your posts, instead of struggle to decipher them. That said, I'm not an English major so dangling modifiers don't bother me.
Someone accepting of LGBTQ+ characters. The majority of my characters fall on the spectrum somewhere and I myself am asexual. If you feel uncomfortable RPing with characters that are LGBTQ+, please look elsewhere.
Communication is a big thing for me. If something is uncomfortable for you, if something crosses the line, if you want to discuss something further, tell me. I want you to feel comfortable and I want you to have fun, but I can't read your mind. I would much rather you tell me that you don't want to do "X" than have me do "X", at which point you drop off because it makes you uncomfortable. I will do my best to extend the same courtesy to you.
Third-person perspective is highly preferred.
Please don't just be a yes-man. Like I said, I see RPing as exchanging ideas and writing a story together, not just by myself.
While I understand shorter paragraphs or a few lines in response, especially in high-action scenes or dialog heavy exchanges, please give me something to respond to in every post.
Feel free to poke me if I haven't responded in a while, as I may just be procrastinating and a jab will probably make me hop to it. I try to respond as soon as possible, but sometimes the muse is just dead. That said, please don't constantly nag me for a response, either, as that takes the fun out of RPing. I'll try to give a response every day and let you know if I won't be responding for more than four days, though this is not a guarantee.
Obligatory stay within the ToS of this site, please avoid God-modding, please avoid OP characters. -
Genres I Enjoy
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High-fantasy coupled with world building.
Modern supernatural, for example hunters in an urban cityKinda dead on this genre for some reason. : (
Historical supernatural, though I've never done something like this before
Murder mysteries in the modern era
The occasional romance RP, though I'd prefer some other genre alongside it to avoid boredom.
Pretty much anything. The only thing I'm not a fan of is fandom RPing. Sorry, it just doesn't appeal to me unless we're using just the setting and none of the canon characters. -
Writing Sample
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It has been a strange week. That much, she can attest to.
Not even strange because some great monster had erupted from the forest or that Ming Xia suddenly spoke with the wisdom of a thousand white cloaked or that Irene suddenly declared herself a princess in her own right. No, it was strange because for the first time in nearly five years, Kydoimos was not there.
It was strange because for the first time in nearly five years, she was allowed her own thoughts.
It was strange because for the first time in nearly five years, in five years of having a collar around her neck, of having a weight that she refused to acknowledge on her shoulders, she was in some way, free.
Not totally; Hardeep had not allowed that. But no one could truly command her anymore, the one who had technically owned her missing with no reason or explanation given to those behind. No one told her to do this or do that, though she was always required to return back to the hut at the end of the day. There was no one to tell her to clean this or clean that, that she had to do this in order to get that, et cetra.
For the first time in nearly five years, she was the closest thing to free.
Orien let her know that she was neither jealous nor pleased with this. He explained to her that she now hovered somewhere in between. Technically, only the Makhais could truly free her but since there was not one around, if she was to (hypothetically) cut off the collar and (hypothetically) leave the mountain on the next dragon back, no one would be the wiser. After all, no Makhai could be around to stop her. No one knew the face of one of the thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, of slaves that wandered the city.
But the comments that the other slave had made about Kydoimos, about the silence walls that still existed between slave and master made Galene wait. She wanted to see Kydoimos once more, to ask why they had scrambled away without looking back even once.
The mountain itself was full of surprises, besides the half-freedom she had.
She was now covered in bruises and scratches because of Irene and her stupid "teachings", as she liked to call them even though they weren't teachings because teachings implied that there was something to learn. What Galene had learned was how to fall on her face, her ass, her side, her knees, et cetra. She had not learned to fight, not really learned how to balance. She had learned where the ends of her wits were, where the irritation ran into anger and venom.
She had learned (moreso noticed) that Irene disappeared from them for a few hours at a time, as did Orien. Hardeep didn't seem wholly interested in keeping them on a short leash, perhaps embarrassed by his drunken stupor, or perhaps realizing that the culture on the mountain was different. So long as the two returned with food for him, he didn't seem to care anymore or any less.
(Galene kept the knowledge of silk pouches in bright red colors and the weapons she thought she saw Irene carving to herself. Hardeep didn't need to know, just like he didn't need to know about the stories that Irene told her, the rabbits and birds that were cooked and eaten before he could see them, the stew that they sipped quietly around the fire in the late of night to warm up without a dragon rider nearby.)
(There were a lot of secrets Galene kept from Hardeep now. Minor ones, she promised.)
One day, however, as she sat across from Irene, chewing on a piece of weasel that she had managed to kill, she glanced up between the tree tops as Irene hit a lull in her story telling, hoping to stave off the lessons that would only make her more sore.
And saw a flash of red.
She was on her feet in a second, peering deeper into the leaves and seeing it once more; glinting red and a human on its -- her-- back.
"Cordath," she breathed and scrambled to get her pieces together, to seize the bow that she still dutifully got from Ming Xia every day.
"Hurry," she said without more explanation to Irene and peeled off from the other woman. Her freedom or half-freedom more like was fading away, but knowledge awaited her and that was more thrilling than anything else.
From The Impending Storm
Feel free to post here or PM me with any ideas you may have! I only ask for a writing sample to be included.
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I've been having writer's block in terms of plot ideas. BUT! I'd love to give it a chance! Here's a writing sample of mine!
