Medieval, Modern, Science Fiction, sandbox (is that a genre?). Bonus points for dragons being included.
Unwanted Genres: School & College
Specific Unwanted Genres:
I tend to avoid fandoms, simply because I really need to be in the mood for one or really feel sold on a plot to keep my interest for long. I'm also not looking for any sites that are purely animal based (though if the premise interests me enough I will have a look)
I tend to be one of those people who writes a lot in posts (usually around 300 or even 500 words depending, though I often tend to go nuts and break 1000 words at times). I work a full time job and usually am only available in the evening. I game a lot so that factors in as well.
I'm sometimes lazy. I'm also a perfectionist and tend to be hard on myself. That said, if you drag me into a plot and I have not said anything it could be one of those things factoring into my lack of response.
I like sandbox rps, where it isn't confined to a space (say, Las Angeles for example), and like a lot of freedom to do what I want in terms of characters. Yes, a lot of my characters are premade, I've had them for a long time, and have a hard time finding the right home because of that. I also have a hard time with a lot of sites that have established lore, but I am willing to branch out and give anything that looks interesting a try and seeing how it goes.
Lastly, please for the love of god, no mandatory face claims. I hate looking for pictures. The only time I use an image for a character, is if that image really stands out and speaks to me.
As far as posting speed goes, as mentioned, I do have a full time job so my availability varies. I'm not always going to be around for rapid fire posts. At best, I try to shoot for a few posts a week.
I don't really like god moding or powerplay, but I include a fair number of NPCs when I roleplay.
I do not rp:
-Any fetish things
I also will not rp romance, or plots that center around characters falling in love.
Plots I'd Like
Honestly, I'm willing to listen to whatever my partner wants to do and try to work with it; I'll try almost anything once.
Just don't throw any school or college, master & slave plots, or stories that depend on a romantic relationship between characters my way. Those are my only no nos for the most part.
That being said, I am picky. Very picky. I am 100% willing to hear my partner out, but it may take awhile before we agree depending on the plot. I can understand that being a turn off. That said, I really don't want to change an idea too much, or tear it down, to where my partner would not enjoy it, if something is not working out in anybody's favor. So apologies ahead of time if I turn something down.
An old piece of writing, but hopefully it gives potential partners an idea:
It was a damned good thing his visor had built-in night vision. When it got dark in these parts, a person could barely see their nose in front of their face. Vigilance was a soldier’s best friend, and this visor was truly a blessing in that regard. Nothing was going to take him by surprise. He knew that they were out there, and that it was only a matter of time before they decided to strike.
When that time came, he was more than ready for it. Both of his plasma pistols, a nice little gift that has advanced over the past several hundred years, were firm in his grasp, ready for action, though his eagerness might make him jumpy. He was going to need to keep that in check. A twitchy trigger finger was a dangerous thing to have.
He had learned that the hard way last mission, when he nearly lost his leg.
The streets were deserted, but he could feel their eyes on him. He was sure that it was because of his imagination overreacting, however. The dilapidated buildings, caused by the uneven terrain, as a result of earthquakes, made it difficult to move about quickly. Sadly, out of all the cities he has encountered on planet Juran, thus city had to be in the worst shape. He hoped that he would be able to reach the survivors before they did, if there were any survivors left at all. The distress signal he received, though faint, gave him a small bit of hope to cling to. Perhaps they were waiting to see what he’d do. And then, when he fell into their trap, they’d ambush him. Maybe the distress signal was a trap..?
That was a possibility as well.
His heart was pounding. He wasn’t really sure what to expect at this point, but he shouldn’t dwell on the thought for too long. Naturally, any signs of anxiousness would draw the attention of the enemy a lot quicker.
A voice reached out to him. It was broken, and he was only able to make out some of what was being said to him:
Patrick…. Five minutes until… hurry up… get yo…ead out…
The entire time, there was this ringing in his ear. It got louder and louder and then finally faded. The message may have been fragmented but he had gotten the message loud and clear. He was running out of time.
He decided to pick up the pace, which, as he should have expected, seemed to cause a huge series of events to happen. Something moved out of the corner of his eye, and he turned his attention toward it. Something was in the shadows… and there was more than one. There were a whole lot of somethings, as a matter of fact, and they were coming right for him.
Quickly turning on his heel, he aimed his pistols behind him and blasted one of the creatures. The thing flew back a few feet and then was engulfed in blue fire, thrashed about while letting out horrible, pained screams, and then finally turned to dust. They were even uglier up close. Ugly, but not terrifying, he told himself. He was not someone who scared easily. There were two more in front of him; he aimed for one, picking it off quickly. Just as he moved to hit the third one, however, he was grabbed. The damned thing bit into his arm, hot pain shot through it instantly. It took every ounce of willpower he had not to cry out. He was a high ranking soldier, with a lot of kills under his belt, and was not going to let some things get to him.
The creature tried to drag him to the ground. He immediately used his free arm and bashed it over the head with the butt of his pistol. His attempt did absolutely nothing. He did it again, and again, each time the pain in his arm becoming greater. Finally, after the tenth time, the creature finally let go and dropped to the ground. Dead.
When he saw the numerous pairs of eyes peering at him from the shadows, he knew he was not out of the woods yet. He began to run again, shooting everything in his path, just so he got to the survivor on time. He was dead set on getting to his destination. Damn it, he was going to get there. He had to. If there was still life left in this place, it would be an amazing find. They could start over, after the creatures were purged from this city, and mankind would be saved.
He would be a hero; that was something he had dreamed about since he became a soldier.
His arm was starting to feel numb. Being only down to one gun hurt him greatly, but at least he had some medical supplies with him. It was working on the injury already. It wouldn’t be long before he’d be able to use his arm again. As soon as he could, he was going to blast these fuckers…
Meanwhile, in present day Earth…
When the man exited his coworker’s office he let out a sigh. There was a man in a tan suit waiting for him, looking somewhat hopeful. Unfortunately the man had no good news to bring. “I don’t think Patrick’s coming. He’s too preoccupied with that damned virtual reality simulator thing he’s been testing all week.: He poked his thumb towards the door.
A loud sound could be heard through the door just then. Patrick must either be really having a good time and was into it, or was angry. Probably both; that man really did love his games. Some days it really was such a nuisance.
The man in the tan suit frowned, “Again?”
“Looks that way.”
The man in the tan suit ran a hand over his face and let out an exasperated sigh. He then shook his head and waved his hand dismissively. “No, you know what, fuck him. Just fuck him. If he’s going to act like a kid, instead of taking responsibility and prove himself, then he doesn’t deserve that promotion.”
The two walked down the hallway silently. Today was a particularly busy day in the office, everyone was hard at work. There was little time to play games. Yet Patrick had somehow managed to do it, the miracle man that he was. Number one slacker was the title he should receive instead of being promoted. That man always managed to find time to play his games instead of working.
Did I mention I like dragons?
Also, please don't point me towards anywhere posting templates are required. I just don't like 'em.