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Multiple Settings We Are Made Out Of Stars... You And I --| OCxOC, Star Wars, Fallout, and more! Romance Friendly, advanced to novella.

xXCShepardXx

xXCShepardXx

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  • Welcome & About Me
    Screen Name
    Shep
    Age
    30+
    Status
    Married
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    Full-time | Schedule here
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    MST GMT-7
    Introduction​


    Hello there, fellow Writers. As you may have guessed, I'm looking for some new friends to write with. Let me say a little about myself, to hopefully draw you in, and win you over. If you want to RP with me, please send me a PM. Do not reply here, thanks! ♥

    Hi! I'm Shep and I'm a huge nerd who loves anything and everything involving video games, or sci-fi-related stuff. I am also an avid literate role-player, who has been roleplaying since 2007! My posts usually consist of between 3-6 paragraphs varying from 600-1000+ words, depending on how much I have to go from. If you're curious to how I write, please scroll down to the next post and give it a read! I'm also SUPER friendly, and easy to get along with, so please don't be shy! I LOVE making new friends! I am also kind of an idiot, and I send memes and stupid sad cat emojis over Discord a lot. I will probably also send you tiktoks that relate to our RP or situations we find ourselves in. If you like making Pinterest boards and Spotify playlists, I'm about that too!

    I'm a 31-year-old female from the United States. I am MARRIED and have a very demanding toddler, so on top of my full-time job, I can be a little slow to reply. Please respect that, and if you're looking for someone who can reply more than once or twice a day, I may not be the partner you're looking for. I can typically get one post in depending on my RP load. I'm also not interested in anything beyond platonic friendship with another person as I am committed to my husband and love him very much. Please respect that, thanks!!

    I have VERY FEW limits. I will write just about anything and nothing ‘triggers’ me. I love romance, and occasionally will write smut but it should not be the main plot of the story (straight to h0rny jail for you). I don’t shy away from violent topics, suicidal mentions, or sexual assault. However, I will not write any sort of play involving bodily fluids. Additionally eye-gore gives me the heebies, so if we could avoid that please. If you’re unsure, just ask!
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Here is a writing sample from an RP that didn't quite make it off the ground! It's a little outdated, but not by much. We could use this as a starter for anyone interested in playing a Space Outlaw X Space Commander, where I would play a female Space Commander and you would play as a male Space Outlaw. 🥰

The stars glimmered from their places in the expanse around them -- glinting in various hues depending on what the star consumed as fuel and the temperature at which it burned. Rena watched them thoughtfully from her position at the helm, fingers dancing across the armrest of the pilot's seat. The coordinates had been located as per the UCS request, and all she could think about was where they actually led.

The Captain sighed dreamily, her head rolling to the side to watch her pilot briefly. Verena wondered if he would have issues with her requesting they check out the coordinates first. Curiosity begged her lips to part and ask since the UCS never specifically mentioned not going there. It couldn't hurt, right? What if it were a trap and she caught it before some higher-ranked UCS member ended up dead? That could spell promotion, but the opposing end of things would definitely be a demotion. Rena would never let that happen, no matter how curious she was. The coordinates would remain a mystery for now, leaving her to sigh again as she charted the path that would lead them back home.

The pilot received the coordinates he already knew were coming, and plotted the course that would take them back to the United Colony Systems. This deployment had been long and hard on each and every one of the crew members, and the exciting jitters of finally being able to go home and have some shore leave left a smile on every face. Not to mention that this last mission was something that was groundbreaking, or so the scientists claimed. They were not very revealing in their request, only asking that the item bearing the coordinates be brought back to them as quickly as possible so that more teams could set to work investigating it.

"I'm going to get some rest before we arrive." She offered softly to the pilot, who only nodded in her direction in reply. Despite having accomplished faster-than-light travel, it would take time to arrive. The timer ticked backward from 5 hours estimated arrival, plenty of time to rest up before seeing her parents for the first time in months.

Magnetized boots keep her firm to the floor, only breaking free for her to take a step before clamping back down to the metal flooring. Another technology that assisted with space travel, something that was always necessary until they could finish mastering artificial gravity. The hall to her quarters seemed to stretch forever, but before too long she was reaching for the door and tapping a code into the pin pad. The door slid open with a soft hiss of hydraulics, and a refreshing breath of comfort left her as she stepped inside. The door waited about ten seconds before closing behind her to give her the privacy she needed. Before too long, she was curled up in her bed and already drifting away to a dreamless sleep.

--

Several hours later, the ship jolted with such ferocity that Rena damn near fell off her bed and onto the floor. She only managed to stay off the ground by gripping onto the bar at the edge of the bed for dear life. Baby blue eyes snapped open, wide with fear as emergency equipment fell from a small overhead storage slot near her head. Quickly, fingers pulled the breather over her face and secured the straps behind her head with shaking hands. Once she was sure she wouldn't suffocate, her hand tapped into the coms on a small bracelet-like attachment on her left wrist. --
"What's going on!?" The ship shook again. Metal groaned beneath the weight of... something.

"Asteroid storm. It caught us in FTL and damaged the engines." Came back crackled and a little distorted. "The drive failed and spit us out right in the middle of it. I'm trying to divert power to the shields, but it's just ripping through us. I can't-..."

"Keegan?" The coms went dead, and the power throughout the ship died with a wailing siren, shrouding her in darkness as she scrambled from her bed. With no visibility for the few seconds it would take for emergency lighting to come on, Rena landed on her face with a grunt. Struggling with the door after finding her footing was next, her hand jabbing a knife into the pin-pad and splicing into the controls to wire some of the emergency lighting power into the door. It hissed open with a whine.

"Shit, shit, shit." Panicked breaths left her as the door opened to reveal a blue shield. Beyond here, there was no oxygen which was likely the result of a hull breach. "Damn it all. Hang in there Xaviar." Pushing past the shield, Rena quickly stomped her way up to the cockpit once more. Once within earshot of Keegan and any remaining crew, Rena started delegating tasks to help hold out until the storm ceased.

The USC Xaviar took a beating for the better half of an hour and left her crippled. The crew managed to get the emergency generator back online to power the cockpit with oxygen and start up a distress broadcast. They were still three FTL hours from USC territory, but all they could hope for was that someone would hear their SOS and render aid.
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Here is an example of my current writing style!​

IN A GALAXY
Mara Voss
Word count: 911

Farm life had never been part of Mara's grand plan. In fact, she would have been the first to scoff at the notion that she could find joy and fulfillment tending to the land and animals. Yet after the cataclysmic execution of Order 66, which had shattered the galaxy and sent those like her into hiding, Mara was left grappling with a lost purpose, driving her to reevaluate what truly mattered and where she could fit into this chaotic new reality. With her background in caring for others, it seemed only natural that she would take to nurturing the animals on the small farm that had become her refuge. There was a unique synergy in her relationship with them, and she often found that the Force aided her in these endeavors. However, she was acutely aware of the risks involved; any nearby beings with a sensitivity to the Force might detect her presence, potentially leading to complications she desperately wished to avoid.

The dawn of a new day broke like every other had before it—familiar, comforting, and yet filled with the impending tasks that lay ahead. The curtains in her small, makeshift bedroom were harshly drawn back, flooding the space with the soft glow of the rising sun. The sound of Wren's claws clicking against the wooden floorboards permeated the air, his bushy tail flailing against her bed as if to demonstrate his impatience for the day to begin. With a soft, reluctant grunt, Mara rolled to her side, embracing the last tendrils of sleep clinging to her. Finally, the call of responsibility pulled her from her warm cocoon of blankets, and she sat up, yawning profoundly.

"I'm up, I'm up," she grumbled, half-heartedly patting Wren’s snout as it nudged into her lap, rumbling in hunger. Laughter bubbled up within her. "You gotta let me get up if you want to eat, Wren."

Mara’s feet hit the cold floor, invigorating her senses and short-circuiting her lingering drowsiness. She navigated through her small farm home, a humble structure that took care of her needs as her wage for laboring on the land. A roof over her head and a modest allowance for food seemed simple, yet it was everything she required to remain unnoticed by the ever-watchful Empire. The fewer people who knew about her past and presence, the safer she would be.

Once the pair had finished breakfast, Mara dedicated the next half-hour to preparing for her workday. After hastily pulling on a pair of well-worn coveralls, she felt a sense of urgency wash over her—if she delayed any longer, Kallian would undoubtedly be irritated. Today’s primary goal was halter training the Ronto calves, who were due to leave for their new homes soon. This task had fallen to her after the original trainer could no longer handle the stress of the job. As the sun climbed higher into the sky, she would deftly utilize her connection to the Force, allowing her to soothe the nervous little creatures. The men around the farm could not fathom why the calves accepted her so readily; their explanations ranged from ‘some animal whisperer’ to sheer luck. By the time midday passed, she was confident the calves would be halter-trained well enough that even the other farmhands would find it easy.

“Damn good work, Mariah,” Kallian would say cheerily, patting her shoulder with a rare show of appreciation at her daily success. His praise was hard-earned, and it filled her with quiet pride. “Finish up with the stables and call it a day.”

“Thanks, Kallian,” she would reply, a faint smile creeping onto her lips as she watched him head toward the main farmhouse with a surprisingly light step, as if the satisfaction he took in her work relieved some of his burdens.

Mara entered the stables, breathing in the familiar, earthy scents of hay and livestock, when suddenly the distinctive sound of a sand speeder reverberated off the canyon walls, echoing through the rugged terrain. A feeling of apprehension wormed its way into her stomach as she furrowed her brows—she hadn’t seen anyone visit in quite some time. The mere thought of a new crew of outlaws prowling nearby stirred her anxieties, but thus far, they had left Kallian’s farm undisturbed.

When the sleek vehicle and its rider rounded the bend and came to a halt, Mara instinctively took a step back, Wren pressing close behind her, his own instincts kicking in. Ever the embodiment of warmth and friendliness, she greeted the stranger with a smile that belied her underlying concern. Wren wagged his lanky tail cautiously, mirroring her approach as he attempted to gauge the newcomer’s intentions.

“Hello,” she said lightly, keeping her smile afloat despite an edge of concern creeping into her tone. “If you’re looking for Cayorte City, it’s about twenty minutes that way.” She gestured vaguely down the canyon. “Just follow this road for about five miles until it forks to the left—you can’t miss it. Just a heads up, though—there’s a new gang lurking around here that seems to enjoy laying traps for unsuspecting travelers. Keep your wits about you.”

Her lips thinned as she voiced the warning; even without knowing the person’s name or intentions, she felt instinctively protective of those who ventured into the territory she now considered her own. The galaxy had turned dark, and Mara was determined to ensure that the dangers lurking in the shadows did not claim any more lives on her watch.
FAR FAR AWAY
 
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Current ACTIVE Roleplays
Private Prison RP 1x1 with DC via Discord
Private Star Wars RP 1x1 with A via Discord
Private Star Wars RP 1x1 with S via Discord

Inactive or On Hold RPS
Private Star Wars RP 1x1 with V via Discord (on Hold)
Private Destiny RP 1x1 with R via Discord (on Hold)
Private Destiny Star Wars Crossover RP 1x1 with C via DM (on Hold)
Private Apocalyptic RP 1x1 with M via Discord (on Hold)

Roleplays in the Plotting/Planning Stage
Plotting a Star Wars RP with D via Discord


All names are only the first initial of their username for privacy reasons. If I missed our RP, please nudge me! I'm so forgetful.​
 
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Bump!
Still looking. Looking for a long term partner who is willing to stick around for a while. Sadly a lot of mine are dying off and I have so much muse! Still dying for Star Wars based RP but willing to do anything in my interests section!
Thanks!
 
A few more of my RP’s went dark.. so I’m still open for new partners! Someone please, for the love of God, plan something long term with me? I’m getting disappointed left and right when I spend all this time creating a character tailored to our plot and then it goes no where. 😩

Seeking something Star Wars related, but open to anything!
 
Still tentatively searching for one or two more partners. Please make sure you read the first post. There are tabs on the left to click and navigate that have more information, such as my cravings and ideas.
 
Hello!
Still looking for one or two more partners! Please be sure to read my interest check and look at my writing sample to see how I roleplay/write.
Open to most of my interests.
 
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