persimmon
social justice cleric
my name's persimmon, i'm 21, and i have no time for roleplays anymore.
this might put you off but if you're like me, and you want to do something creative without the commitment of daily posts or keeping up with a group roleplay, then i think we'd get along! i'm looking for a steady conversation (about anything and everything) and posts every other day without stress on post length. i think the quality of my writing is rather good, but like i said, i don't have time to sit and write out 6 paragraph replies.
i like irradiated, post-apocalyptic scenarios. i like zombies, deathclaws, deserts, and bombed-out cities. i like freak storms and freakier superpowers, corrupt governments and the valiant resistance. spaceships amongst the stars and voyages made across millenia. human struggles and monsters at night. from vampires and werewolves to angels and demons to witches and warlocks to androids and engineers. my characters eat concrete, they shapeshift, they drink blood, they brawl and conquer and live and breathe in a thousand different worlds. they're not monochrome, they're not restricted by gender or by sexuality, they demand to be heard.
i'm open to everything from hearing that idea you've always wanted to roleplay, to getting a random intro and going from there, but if that was just a bit too flowery for you, then here are some examples that i'll update as i go;
more shit;
> rival wizards
> bodyguard/charge
> a mythical creature is turned into a human and is captured/finds a plucky human companion
this might put you off but if you're like me, and you want to do something creative without the commitment of daily posts or keeping up with a group roleplay, then i think we'd get along! i'm looking for a steady conversation (about anything and everything) and posts every other day without stress on post length. i think the quality of my writing is rather good, but like i said, i don't have time to sit and write out 6 paragraph replies.
i like irradiated, post-apocalyptic scenarios. i like zombies, deathclaws, deserts, and bombed-out cities. i like freak storms and freakier superpowers, corrupt governments and the valiant resistance. spaceships amongst the stars and voyages made across millenia. human struggles and monsters at night. from vampires and werewolves to angels and demons to witches and warlocks to androids and engineers. my characters eat concrete, they shapeshift, they drink blood, they brawl and conquer and live and breathe in a thousand different worlds. they're not monochrome, they're not restricted by gender or by sexuality, they demand to be heard.
i'm open to everything from hearing that idea you've always wanted to roleplay, to getting a random intro and going from there, but if that was just a bit too flowery for you, then here are some examples that i'll update as i go;
In a fictional present, vast swathes of the United States have been ravaged by the extreme effects of accelerated global warming – tornados, brush fires, hurricanes and tsunamis have driven people from their homes leaving huge areas of America abandoned. Now these dangerous areas have created the perfect playground for a new breed of adrenaline junkies who set out to conquer each other, and Mother Nature, in closely fought races. All types of vehicles have come to burn post-apocalyptic rubber, from bikes to trucks.
Whether friendly competition or savage rivalry, these races can get brutal - the cracking roads are littered with wrecks, most often gutted by scavengers and traders. Some profiteers have taken to setting traps for unwitting racers in order to take their vehicles for salvage. Even more brazenly, rumours of rigged motors and busted brake pads have everyone at Cauldron City on-edge and suspicious, constantly looking out for traitors. The snooty, privileged racers of the White Flats are watching like vultures, waiting for Cauldron City to fall apart so they can expand their territory even further. Many are riding out to other prominent settlements to get away from the tense atmosphere, but a different type of adrenaline junkie hides in the wastes, raiders with a taste for blood and suffering - and the roads between the settlements have never been this dangerous.
Whether friendly competition or savage rivalry, these races can get brutal - the cracking roads are littered with wrecks, most often gutted by scavengers and traders. Some profiteers have taken to setting traps for unwitting racers in order to take their vehicles for salvage. Even more brazenly, rumours of rigged motors and busted brake pads have everyone at Cauldron City on-edge and suspicious, constantly looking out for traitors. The snooty, privileged racers of the White Flats are watching like vultures, waiting for Cauldron City to fall apart so they can expand their territory even further. Many are riding out to other prominent settlements to get away from the tense atmosphere, but a different type of adrenaline junkie hides in the wastes, raiders with a taste for blood and suffering - and the roads between the settlements have never been this dangerous.
You have been living a lie. Every choice and mistake and accomplishment has been a simulation, and when an electrical surge rips away the veil and you wake in a mechanical coffin on a spaceship hurtling towards a mysterious destination, waiting for someone to take the wheel... what do you do? The other you, the capable one, the one you've forgotten, has been replaced by someone entirely unprepared to steer the craft safely. Can you unearth that vital knowledge in time?
The centerpiece of a big religious ceremony, the head priestess, is MIA. The queen hires an actress to fill her shoes but soon, difficulties arise..
the forest is dying. though it has been aware of its illness for centuries, felt it everywhere from its grand oaks to its smallest trickling streams, it was complacent (or foolish) enough to carry on ignoring it. the sickly corruption spread slowly, after all, and the forest had survived many like it in the past. but all the while, the illness was steadily traveling inwards towards the tree of life, the forest's heart. with the heart in its grasp, the corruption forces the spirit of the forest out. cut off from immortality and stuck in a fragile human shell, it must find someone with knowledge of its illness and find the cure, before the darkness claims it entirely.
...i never got my fix lol
anyway in case you don't scroll down here it is again;
additional idea (#1) zombie apocalypse; the outbreak has just started; setting - busiest nightclub in town; characters - total party animal, neon-wearing 'degenerate' & straight edge club worker; the pair are the last surviors and we go from there, as these things always do hahah
anyway in case you don't scroll down here it is again;
additional idea (#1) zombie apocalypse; the outbreak has just started; setting - busiest nightclub in town; characters - total party animal, neon-wearing 'degenerate' & straight edge club worker; the pair are the last surviors and we go from there, as these things always do hahah
yeahhhh i never got over this one either. basically sword art online, mmorpg setting, with or without the death element?? but our characters are stuck in there anyway, with some goal that they have to achieve to get out. mxm onlyyyy
> rival wizards
> bodyguard/charge
> a mythical creature is turned into a human and is captured/finds a plucky human companion
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