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10 years ago
Ello and welcome to the wonderful world of role play! So apparently you are curious, hmmm~? Well let me lay some stuff out for you when it comes to role playing with me.
Plots and Genres
*I'm pretty open but I do have limitations! I'm not too keen on medieval, sorry but not my flavor. I like modern, post-apoc, sci-fi futuristic... You know things like that.
*Plots are something that is needed and I don't mind creating a general plot but you must have your own as I will have my own and they must be able to mingle into a good story because it's not role play if your posting only with yourself and NPCs.
*Discussing a plot and genre before engaging is my thing, it helps me prepare and figure out how I have to alter my characters to fit what we both agree on.
Warnings
*I tend to only role play when I'm at work, so that's over nights EST or when I have some down time during the day.
*I don't do role plays that are nothing but bumping uglies. I like stories, not smut.
*My characters are pretty much mission impossible for romance. They have all had some sort of trauma that makes avoid such things, so again... if you're just wanting a spring symphony, you wont find it here.
*I bite and I scratch. Some of my sonas are rather brutal when provoked and have a mouth that would make a sailor blush.
*If you are squeamish about violence, zombies, explosions... you'll have to tell me before hand so I don't offend you.
*I do not do, nor will accept posts that contain puppetting, auto-hitting, or godmodding/power playing. Everything will be seen as an attempt.
*I do often make posts on my cellphone. So please excuse misspellings, autocorrects, or short posts.
Characters
*I have a lot of characters and I'm more than happy to tell you about them. Most of them are posted on my front profile and have snippets about them.
*Please have an idea of who you want to role play, makes it easier on me. I'm not the best leader but I'm also not a lemming.
Role Play Mediums
*I do have a forum that anyone is free to join, it contains areas for PG role play as well as mature role play. We don't accept drama and respect everyone's choices and flavors. You are free to create your own world with only the limitations you put on it. You can find the forum Here. Most of it is hidden until you join. You will have to read the simple rules before posting else where.
*1x1 I am fine with one on one role plays either through notes, google hangouts, skype... Since most of the time I'm on my cell due to crap net, I am a bit limited.
Terms and Explanations so everyone is on the same page
• RP (Role Play): to assume the attitudes, actions, and discourse of (another), esp. in a make-believe situation in an effort to understand a differing point of view or social interaction.
• ERP: Erotic Role Play, this is an intense role play that has explicit scenes. Not to be confused with cyber, since ERP has plots and an on going story.
• Cyber: To have textual/sexual intercourse via text without any sort of plot or story.
• RPC (Role Play Character) : A fictional character in which the writer assumes the role of.
• OOC (Out of Context) : Speaking as yourself, not as a fictional character, inside of a role play. This is usually in some sort of bracket or symbol at the top or bottom of a post. (()) [[ ]] {{ }} /9ooc
• IC (In Character) : Speaking as your RPC, completely fictional.
• RL (Real Life) : Self explanatory and has no real reason to come into any role play.
• Typist: This is -you- the person at the keyboard and one behind the rpc.
• Puppetting/Bunnying: Taking control of another's RPC. This is usually frowned upon without IM'd consent prior to posting.
• FTB: Fade to black. This is a fast forwarding through an undesirable scene yet you always play the after effects.
• Godmodding: Having god like tendencies, able to duck/dodge, live, survive anything thrown at. Yet another thing frowned upon.
• Power Player: An RPC that has nothing but strengths and no weaknesses, unbeatable. This is frowned upon.
• Metagaming: Taking information from profiles or what was said OOC and use it IC without said information being provided in the role play, very frowned upon.
• Autohitting: When posting a battle scene, it's throwing an attack and assuming that another has taken the hit without waiting for their reply post. This is frowned upon unless it was discussed OOC prior to posting.
• Literate: Writing in novel style, where spoken words are in quotations, thoughts in italics, and nothing around actions. Proper spelling, punctuation, and grammar are used with this.
• Semi-Literate: This is pretty popular with shorter posts. Some sort of symbol is placed around actions, nothing around spoken words, and usually grammar is not an issue.
• Illiterate: Plain and simple, very hard to understand, nothing discerning actions, thoughts, and spoken words from one another. Rarely is any sort of grammar/punctuation used, and spelling can be non-existing.
• Grammar Nazi: Those that complain, nit pick, and constantly bring up any spelling/grammar errors.
Role Play Example
This is an exert from a role play I'm currently involved in. Granted not all my posts are this long, sometimes longer! Usually the range varies depending on what I'm given to work with.
The woman's eyes of lilac and clover focused on her fingers and she turned her vision to see her aura. It was pitch black, thick, oily, filmy. It was disgusting... it was the smut of using the black magic she was born with. Her aura never looked like that before, it used to be bright fuchsia and silver but when her husband was killed and children put in danger, she snapped. That demonic taint that was in her blood turned the sweet, world renown violinist into one of the more feared demon hunters. Her persona as "The Harbinger" has been retired and well forgotten but it was forged in the pits of pain and torture she had to endure for five years before finally getting free. Rowan emerged looking nothing like the sweet, pale ginger that she was. Her skin was darkened by fire, hair tainted by demonic magics, body riddled with scars. For another five years after her escape, she destroyed any demon that crossed her path and gave her any lip. Magic and holy sanctioned swords were her weapons. The images of her blood lust frightened her and she'd managed to forget her own horrors over the past eight years of trying to rebuild a family with her two daughters. Now it was back.
Finally calming her thoughts as Christoff joined her, she slept for a few hours. Her mind finally went silent long enough to sleep but then her phone's alarm started to go off. "Work...." She mumbled and managed to crawl out from the grip of the vampire. Killing the alarm, Row stretched and padded around the place until she found the shower. Scrubbing and washing away the night, she rested her forehead against the tiles. Oh how she was sore but had things to do. Her world was turning black but Row had to push on and still live or she'd become that monster that was mirrored in Christoff's shared vision of his past. They were not much different outside of she tried to avoid what she was, where as he it seemed he embraced it. Knowing time was running thin, the shower was killed and the neko went to collect her clothing. Her pants and sneakers were still intact but the shirt had seen better days. The buttons were gone or at least the ones that mattered. Not really in the mood to go through her sex partners things, she tied it to keep it closed.
So the feline finally slipped out and straddled her ancient Harley. It rawred to life and the vibrations damn near made her double over. "Ung.... this is going to suck..." Row muttered, the pain between her legs both blissful and a curse, made the ride home an utter horror. "Car next time..." She hissed behind the safety of her helmet. Back home, Row changed into a pair of black slacks and a white button down blouse that was probably unbuttoned too low to be professional but it brought in tips. A thick belt was added, her hair tossed up into a sloppy bun and her contacts were swapped out for thick glasses. She rolled her sleeves up, added some chunky bangles and bracelets, and the woman was ready to go. Opening up her shop that was magical crafts and candles up stairs (attended by Una, her witch in training) and the coffee section down stairs that was ran by the neko herself, the morning started out in a bustle.
Things slowed down a bit around lunch time but that's when "Where are they now" crew burst into the Black Magic Cafe. Row was just wiping down the counter and put a hand on her hip and looked over the rim of her glasses at the camera men.
"Mrs Vale!" Mused the guy with the microphone.
"Miss... I'm widowed," the woman croaked and pushed the black thing out of her face. "Can I get you guys anything? Espresso? A croissant? A healthy kick in the ass?" She offered so sweetly.
"Miss Vale, I'm Tom McDushe from Where are they now and I'd like to ask you a few things."
"You have two minutes before I get my apprentice down here to hex you with chicken pox."
"Um uh... Why was it that you left the life of music? You were famous, loved, and devoted to your music," he stuttered as the camera was pushed into the woman's face.
"My husband was killed by demons and I had two girls to raise. Next topic!" She growled.
"Daughters, yes! So is it true your youngest is an Oracle?"
Row just blinked and if she wasn't pro at keeping a cool look, her face would have turned red in rage. "Oracles don't exist or there would have been more outside of the fabled Oracle of Delphi. So, if you please, I think your time is up. I have a business to run, nosy people to hex, and coffee to brew so unless you ALL buy something, go..." She hissed and pointed to the door. Her eyes must of flashed red because they all looked like the devil himself just slapped it's dick across their faces. They turned and left, leaving Row to sigh and go back to work.
Plots and Genres
*I'm pretty open but I do have limitations! I'm not too keen on medieval, sorry but not my flavor. I like modern, post-apoc, sci-fi futuristic... You know things like that.
*Plots are something that is needed and I don't mind creating a general plot but you must have your own as I will have my own and they must be able to mingle into a good story because it's not role play if your posting only with yourself and NPCs.
*Discussing a plot and genre before engaging is my thing, it helps me prepare and figure out how I have to alter my characters to fit what we both agree on.
Warnings
*I tend to only role play when I'm at work, so that's over nights EST or when I have some down time during the day.
*I don't do role plays that are nothing but bumping uglies. I like stories, not smut.
*My characters are pretty much mission impossible for romance. They have all had some sort of trauma that makes avoid such things, so again... if you're just wanting a spring symphony, you wont find it here.
*I bite and I scratch. Some of my sonas are rather brutal when provoked and have a mouth that would make a sailor blush.
*If you are squeamish about violence, zombies, explosions... you'll have to tell me before hand so I don't offend you.
*I do not do, nor will accept posts that contain puppetting, auto-hitting, or godmodding/power playing. Everything will be seen as an attempt.
*I do often make posts on my cellphone. So please excuse misspellings, autocorrects, or short posts.
Characters
*I have a lot of characters and I'm more than happy to tell you about them. Most of them are posted on my front profile and have snippets about them.
*Please have an idea of who you want to role play, makes it easier on me. I'm not the best leader but I'm also not a lemming.
Role Play Mediums
*I do have a forum that anyone is free to join, it contains areas for PG role play as well as mature role play. We don't accept drama and respect everyone's choices and flavors. You are free to create your own world with only the limitations you put on it. You can find the forum Here. Most of it is hidden until you join. You will have to read the simple rules before posting else where.
*1x1 I am fine with one on one role plays either through notes, google hangouts, skype... Since most of the time I'm on my cell due to crap net, I am a bit limited.
Terms and Explanations so everyone is on the same page
• RP (Role Play): to assume the attitudes, actions, and discourse of (another), esp. in a make-believe situation in an effort to understand a differing point of view or social interaction.
• ERP: Erotic Role Play, this is an intense role play that has explicit scenes. Not to be confused with cyber, since ERP has plots and an on going story.
• Cyber: To have textual/sexual intercourse via text without any sort of plot or story.
• RPC (Role Play Character) : A fictional character in which the writer assumes the role of.
• OOC (Out of Context) : Speaking as yourself, not as a fictional character, inside of a role play. This is usually in some sort of bracket or symbol at the top or bottom of a post. (()) [[ ]] {{ }} /9ooc
• IC (In Character) : Speaking as your RPC, completely fictional.
• RL (Real Life) : Self explanatory and has no real reason to come into any role play.
• Typist: This is -you- the person at the keyboard and one behind the rpc.
• Puppetting/Bunnying: Taking control of another's RPC. This is usually frowned upon without IM'd consent prior to posting.
• FTB: Fade to black. This is a fast forwarding through an undesirable scene yet you always play the after effects.
• Godmodding: Having god like tendencies, able to duck/dodge, live, survive anything thrown at. Yet another thing frowned upon.
• Power Player: An RPC that has nothing but strengths and no weaknesses, unbeatable. This is frowned upon.
• Metagaming: Taking information from profiles or what was said OOC and use it IC without said information being provided in the role play, very frowned upon.
• Autohitting: When posting a battle scene, it's throwing an attack and assuming that another has taken the hit without waiting for their reply post. This is frowned upon unless it was discussed OOC prior to posting.
• Literate: Writing in novel style, where spoken words are in quotations, thoughts in italics, and nothing around actions. Proper spelling, punctuation, and grammar are used with this.
• Semi-Literate: This is pretty popular with shorter posts. Some sort of symbol is placed around actions, nothing around spoken words, and usually grammar is not an issue.
• Illiterate: Plain and simple, very hard to understand, nothing discerning actions, thoughts, and spoken words from one another. Rarely is any sort of grammar/punctuation used, and spelling can be non-existing.
• Grammar Nazi: Those that complain, nit pick, and constantly bring up any spelling/grammar errors.
Role Play Example
This is an exert from a role play I'm currently involved in. Granted not all my posts are this long, sometimes longer! Usually the range varies depending on what I'm given to work with.
The woman's eyes of lilac and clover focused on her fingers and she turned her vision to see her aura. It was pitch black, thick, oily, filmy. It was disgusting... it was the smut of using the black magic she was born with. Her aura never looked like that before, it used to be bright fuchsia and silver but when her husband was killed and children put in danger, she snapped. That demonic taint that was in her blood turned the sweet, world renown violinist into one of the more feared demon hunters. Her persona as "The Harbinger" has been retired and well forgotten but it was forged in the pits of pain and torture she had to endure for five years before finally getting free. Rowan emerged looking nothing like the sweet, pale ginger that she was. Her skin was darkened by fire, hair tainted by demonic magics, body riddled with scars. For another five years after her escape, she destroyed any demon that crossed her path and gave her any lip. Magic and holy sanctioned swords were her weapons. The images of her blood lust frightened her and she'd managed to forget her own horrors over the past eight years of trying to rebuild a family with her two daughters. Now it was back.
Finally calming her thoughts as Christoff joined her, she slept for a few hours. Her mind finally went silent long enough to sleep but then her phone's alarm started to go off. "Work...." She mumbled and managed to crawl out from the grip of the vampire. Killing the alarm, Row stretched and padded around the place until she found the shower. Scrubbing and washing away the night, she rested her forehead against the tiles. Oh how she was sore but had things to do. Her world was turning black but Row had to push on and still live or she'd become that monster that was mirrored in Christoff's shared vision of his past. They were not much different outside of she tried to avoid what she was, where as he it seemed he embraced it. Knowing time was running thin, the shower was killed and the neko went to collect her clothing. Her pants and sneakers were still intact but the shirt had seen better days. The buttons were gone or at least the ones that mattered. Not really in the mood to go through her sex partners things, she tied it to keep it closed.
So the feline finally slipped out and straddled her ancient Harley. It rawred to life and the vibrations damn near made her double over. "Ung.... this is going to suck..." Row muttered, the pain between her legs both blissful and a curse, made the ride home an utter horror. "Car next time..." She hissed behind the safety of her helmet. Back home, Row changed into a pair of black slacks and a white button down blouse that was probably unbuttoned too low to be professional but it brought in tips. A thick belt was added, her hair tossed up into a sloppy bun and her contacts were swapped out for thick glasses. She rolled her sleeves up, added some chunky bangles and bracelets, and the woman was ready to go. Opening up her shop that was magical crafts and candles up stairs (attended by Una, her witch in training) and the coffee section down stairs that was ran by the neko herself, the morning started out in a bustle.
Things slowed down a bit around lunch time but that's when "Where are they now" crew burst into the Black Magic Cafe. Row was just wiping down the counter and put a hand on her hip and looked over the rim of her glasses at the camera men.
"Mrs Vale!" Mused the guy with the microphone.
"Miss... I'm widowed," the woman croaked and pushed the black thing out of her face. "Can I get you guys anything? Espresso? A croissant? A healthy kick in the ass?" She offered so sweetly.
"Miss Vale, I'm Tom McDushe from Where are they now and I'd like to ask you a few things."
"You have two minutes before I get my apprentice down here to hex you with chicken pox."
"Um uh... Why was it that you left the life of music? You were famous, loved, and devoted to your music," he stuttered as the camera was pushed into the woman's face.
"My husband was killed by demons and I had two girls to raise. Next topic!" She growled.
"Daughters, yes! So is it true your youngest is an Oracle?"
Row just blinked and if she wasn't pro at keeping a cool look, her face would have turned red in rage. "Oracles don't exist or there would have been more outside of the fabled Oracle of Delphi. So, if you please, I think your time is up. I have a business to run, nosy people to hex, and coffee to brew so unless you ALL buy something, go..." She hissed and pointed to the door. Her eyes must of flashed red because they all looked like the devil himself just slapped it's dick across their faces. They turned and left, leaving Row to sigh and go back to work.
