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Looking for a 1 on 1, pm, role play partner. I always role play in third person, past tense and I'd prefer my partner does the same. Male is prefered
Basically, I want this to take place in the far future, and if anyone's read any type of dystopian future novel then you probably know of the corrupt world that is usually involved..
What I want is to kinda do a mash up of a bunch of different novels that ive read.
Imagine.. A world where any type of love or affection is thought of as a weakness and is punishable, your parents never were allowed to care for you, and you aren't allowed to care for anyone else.
Your constantly under survailance, where anything you do or say is sent to the government. If you do something illegal... It's almost impossible to be caught.
Humans have evolved to have powers, but not everyone gets them. Usually, you develope them by the age of 16. Only people who have powers are allowed to get married, because the government doesn't want to breed people who don't have them, they are thought of as weak.
Your job depends on what power you have, therfor if you have no power you will be stuck with a pretty crummy job.
These are just the basic elements of what I'm wanting to do with this rp. I am looking for a male partner, though I am okay with female too. It will be long term, and I will only participate in literate rps. There will also be slight bit of romance.
Pm me for more details or questions
Excerpt from journal entry:
I wasn't born alive. Breathing, eating, and moving. It was everything I was suppose to do and everything that kept me alive. But as my legs grew and my brain had a mind of its own, I knew I wasn't living, not really. It’s the year 2503 and we are in the midst of war.
We live on block 234. As a small child I underestimated how big that number actually was, and what it actually meant. Each block housed at least 300 families. All of the houses on each block looked exactly the same. Ours has little to no dimension, tall but skinny, a box was what it really is, consisting of 3 floors. The first floor has the kitchen, the dining room and one bathroom. The second floor is where we sleep, a room for our parents and then a room for me and my three siblings. The third floor is the attic, we don't do anything with it, but some families, the ones who could find the time, used it as an entertainment space.
"Elaine, go wake the others." Ordered my mother, who's features still resembled her youth. I always find myself comparing myself to her, her short blonde hair always seemed to outshine my mud colored hair and her hazel eyes outshined my brown in the dust.
My response remained short, "Yes mam." Was all that escapes my lips as I stand up, pushing my chair in behind me.
Once upstairs, my eyes dart to the beds that still contained the seemingly lifeless bodies. "Tara, Danny, Marc. Get up its time for breakfast." I order, walking into the room to trigger the lights.
Danny gasped at the light and rolled over, "I like it when mother wakes us up better." She whines, but stands up despite her complaining.
I laugh and shake my head, leaving the room. "Don't forget to make your beds!" I add, going down the stairs.
Finally when everyone was downstairs, dressed and hair done, we sat around the table. My mother sat at one end while my father sat on the other and two children sat on each side. Today, i'm sitting next to Tara, who was the youngest of the girls. Her hair was braided into two braids, one on each side of her head and she wore the same white shirt and blue skirt that all girls were required to wear.
Usually conversations at the breakfast table are kept short, small talk was all it was really. But today was an exception. "I have my power qualification test today." Began Danny, the second oldest of us children. This sentence got my parents attention.
"Now, Dalenie, there is no reason to nervous." Responded my father, who glanced at her for a second before glancing back at his food and taking another bite.
I realize that I've been staring and force myself to look at my plate of food, one scoop of egg, one piece of toast and one piece of bacon. It was the portion that every 15 year old girl got on Monday mornings. It was never enough for me, but I would not dare ask my mother for more. She isn't allowed to give it to me, and if she broke the law for me it would be a sign of affection, which also isn't allowed.
And they are always watching. Cameras are everywhere, in every room of every house, and their is a person assigned to each house making sure that we follow our everyday routine. If I knew where the cameras where it would drive me insane. One time, I figured out where one was, and someone had to come in and change the location because I kept glancing up at it. They didn't like that.
Danny doesn't take long to continue talking, “Oh I'm not nervous,I just have to show the Radar what I can do and it'll be in the permanent records forever.” She took a breath, “and besides, as soon as I get this test over with I can go to powerschool instead of the boring pin school.”
My sister was lucky, and she knew how lucky she was too. The powers that she refers to is her key to a happy and successful life. It wasn't something she worked for, it just comes naturally to people.Danny can heal people and will soon be a nurse or a doctor in training, just like my mother. She couldn’t bring someone back to live, no human powers are strong enough for that, but when it comes to pain, she can practically take it all away.
My father is strong, inhumanly strong. His job involves manual labor, which isn’t hard since he can lift 300 pounds with ease. Tara and Marc are too young to tell if they have powers, but they are already showing signs. I have no power, I can’t blast water out of my hands or lift things up with my mind. I’m just an average fifteen year old girl. The government believes that if you don’t have your powers by your 16th birthday, a person will never get them.
A large beep is announced throughout the house. Morning bells, letting us know that there are 10 minutes before the Trains leave. Everyone stands up, almost mechanically, and my mother starts cleaning up our plates. “Okay kids, you know the drill. Time for school.” She ordered, not even looking up at any of us.
Marc looks up at me with big eyes, he hated school. I look at him and try to give him a smile, picking him up. “Come on buddy, let’s get your stuff together.” He shakes his head, pointing to my mom. “Momma!” He yells.
She looks up, meets my eyes for only a second. “No Marc it's time for school.” Was what she demanded then began cleaning again.
Affection is not allowed.
I put Marc down, put on his coat, then zip it up. My sisters already have their jackets on, and small bags hand on their shoulder. They are talking amongst themselves, quietly, and Marc goes to join them by the door while I get my jacket and backpack on. “Let's go.” I uttered, grabbing Marc's hand and waiting for the next bell to ring so that we can exit. At exactly six thirty, it goes off and I open the door, my siblings following behind me.
The neighborhood was just a long strip, all the houses exactly the same. There is a left side, and a right side, the houses facing each other on each side. In the middle, are the carts. The train goes straight through the middle, all the way down and up our neighborhood. Our house is on the left side. I stand in front of my house, staring straight ahead at another family who lines up exactly the same. [i/]
Basically, I want this to take place in the far future, and if anyone's read any type of dystopian future novel then you probably know of the corrupt world that is usually involved..
What I want is to kinda do a mash up of a bunch of different novels that ive read.
Imagine.. A world where any type of love or affection is thought of as a weakness and is punishable, your parents never were allowed to care for you, and you aren't allowed to care for anyone else.
Your constantly under survailance, where anything you do or say is sent to the government. If you do something illegal... It's almost impossible to be caught.
Humans have evolved to have powers, but not everyone gets them. Usually, you develope them by the age of 16. Only people who have powers are allowed to get married, because the government doesn't want to breed people who don't have them, they are thought of as weak.
Your job depends on what power you have, therfor if you have no power you will be stuck with a pretty crummy job.
These are just the basic elements of what I'm wanting to do with this rp. I am looking for a male partner, though I am okay with female too. It will be long term, and I will only participate in literate rps. There will also be slight bit of romance.
Pm me for more details or questions
Excerpt from journal entry:
I wasn't born alive. Breathing, eating, and moving. It was everything I was suppose to do and everything that kept me alive. But as my legs grew and my brain had a mind of its own, I knew I wasn't living, not really. It’s the year 2503 and we are in the midst of war.
We live on block 234. As a small child I underestimated how big that number actually was, and what it actually meant. Each block housed at least 300 families. All of the houses on each block looked exactly the same. Ours has little to no dimension, tall but skinny, a box was what it really is, consisting of 3 floors. The first floor has the kitchen, the dining room and one bathroom. The second floor is where we sleep, a room for our parents and then a room for me and my three siblings. The third floor is the attic, we don't do anything with it, but some families, the ones who could find the time, used it as an entertainment space.
"Elaine, go wake the others." Ordered my mother, who's features still resembled her youth. I always find myself comparing myself to her, her short blonde hair always seemed to outshine my mud colored hair and her hazel eyes outshined my brown in the dust.
My response remained short, "Yes mam." Was all that escapes my lips as I stand up, pushing my chair in behind me.
Once upstairs, my eyes dart to the beds that still contained the seemingly lifeless bodies. "Tara, Danny, Marc. Get up its time for breakfast." I order, walking into the room to trigger the lights.
Danny gasped at the light and rolled over, "I like it when mother wakes us up better." She whines, but stands up despite her complaining.
I laugh and shake my head, leaving the room. "Don't forget to make your beds!" I add, going down the stairs.
Finally when everyone was downstairs, dressed and hair done, we sat around the table. My mother sat at one end while my father sat on the other and two children sat on each side. Today, i'm sitting next to Tara, who was the youngest of the girls. Her hair was braided into two braids, one on each side of her head and she wore the same white shirt and blue skirt that all girls were required to wear.
Usually conversations at the breakfast table are kept short, small talk was all it was really. But today was an exception. "I have my power qualification test today." Began Danny, the second oldest of us children. This sentence got my parents attention.
"Now, Dalenie, there is no reason to nervous." Responded my father, who glanced at her for a second before glancing back at his food and taking another bite.
I realize that I've been staring and force myself to look at my plate of food, one scoop of egg, one piece of toast and one piece of bacon. It was the portion that every 15 year old girl got on Monday mornings. It was never enough for me, but I would not dare ask my mother for more. She isn't allowed to give it to me, and if she broke the law for me it would be a sign of affection, which also isn't allowed.
And they are always watching. Cameras are everywhere, in every room of every house, and their is a person assigned to each house making sure that we follow our everyday routine. If I knew where the cameras where it would drive me insane. One time, I figured out where one was, and someone had to come in and change the location because I kept glancing up at it. They didn't like that.
Danny doesn't take long to continue talking, “Oh I'm not nervous,I just have to show the Radar what I can do and it'll be in the permanent records forever.” She took a breath, “and besides, as soon as I get this test over with I can go to powerschool instead of the boring pin school.”
My sister was lucky, and she knew how lucky she was too. The powers that she refers to is her key to a happy and successful life. It wasn't something she worked for, it just comes naturally to people.Danny can heal people and will soon be a nurse or a doctor in training, just like my mother. She couldn’t bring someone back to live, no human powers are strong enough for that, but when it comes to pain, she can practically take it all away.
My father is strong, inhumanly strong. His job involves manual labor, which isn’t hard since he can lift 300 pounds with ease. Tara and Marc are too young to tell if they have powers, but they are already showing signs. I have no power, I can’t blast water out of my hands or lift things up with my mind. I’m just an average fifteen year old girl. The government believes that if you don’t have your powers by your 16th birthday, a person will never get them.
A large beep is announced throughout the house. Morning bells, letting us know that there are 10 minutes before the Trains leave. Everyone stands up, almost mechanically, and my mother starts cleaning up our plates. “Okay kids, you know the drill. Time for school.” She ordered, not even looking up at any of us.
Marc looks up at me with big eyes, he hated school. I look at him and try to give him a smile, picking him up. “Come on buddy, let’s get your stuff together.” He shakes his head, pointing to my mom. “Momma!” He yells.
She looks up, meets my eyes for only a second. “No Marc it's time for school.” Was what she demanded then began cleaning again.
Affection is not allowed.
I put Marc down, put on his coat, then zip it up. My sisters already have their jackets on, and small bags hand on their shoulder. They are talking amongst themselves, quietly, and Marc goes to join them by the door while I get my jacket and backpack on. “Let's go.” I uttered, grabbing Marc's hand and waiting for the next bell to ring so that we can exit. At exactly six thirty, it goes off and I open the door, my siblings following behind me.
The neighborhood was just a long strip, all the houses exactly the same. There is a left side, and a right side, the houses facing each other on each side. In the middle, are the carts. The train goes straight through the middle, all the way down and up our neighborhood. Our house is on the left side. I stand in front of my house, staring straight ahead at another family who lines up exactly the same. [i/]
Magic is rare, but not unheard of. Mundane characters may or may not believe in it. Magical characters may form small and exclusive pockets for study, protection, etc.
Modern
Combat is expected as part of the storyline but it won't dominate the plot.
Details: Freeform, adjustable length posts, long-term RP partner preferred.
Bumping this up
I'm certainly interested. But unfortunately, I only really have female characters. So, I cannot offer you a male to RP with. If you would be okay with a girl character, then I would offer up Serah or Marina. Serah might be the better fit since she is already made for sci-fi and futuristic RPs.
I love this, and your detail is to my liking.
I'm in the middle of working a shutdown on a plant in RL so my time... two hours out of the day? Lol, but I would love to play this.
To your story setting I think it would be something like this
Name: Typhus Eklight
Age: 15
Height: 5" 7'
Power: werewolf
Power description: A hard to control power along the transformation line with a set change. The boy changes from an ordinary, everyday human into a beast described in legends of old. It is uncontrolled, though small bits of the person can remain over as a means to point their new beastly mindset in a direction or target. While in this form, self healing factor skyrockets and strength exceeds capabilities of lifting an average truck. Due to the form of the legs,running speed and lunging speed has increased, but jumping power has been sacrificed along with the ability to stand on two legs for longer then a few minutes. Brought on through excesses of negative emotions or pain to start, can later be activated at will and reason returns enough to at least make proper judgements. Deemed useless due to having to rely on emotion and unable to be properly controlled. Considered only slightly above someone without powers.
I'm in the middle of working a shutdown on a plant in RL so my time... two hours out of the day? Lol, but I would love to play this.
To your story setting I think it would be something like this
Name: Typhus Eklight
Age: 15
Height: 5" 7'
Power: werewolf
Power description: A hard to control power along the transformation line with a set change. The boy changes from an ordinary, everyday human into a beast described in legends of old. It is uncontrolled, though small bits of the person can remain over as a means to point their new beastly mindset in a direction or target. While in this form, self healing factor skyrockets and strength exceeds capabilities of lifting an average truck. Due to the form of the legs,running speed and lunging speed has increased, but jumping power has been sacrificed along with the ability to stand on two legs for longer then a few minutes. Brought on through excesses of negative emotions or pain to start, can later be activated at will and reason returns enough to at least make proper judgements. Deemed useless due to having to rely on emotion and unable to be properly controlled. Considered only slightly above someone without powers.
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