Hi, I like coming back to roleplay on occasion, but haven't decided to make my own recruitment thread until just now. After developing some ideas, I would like to share them here in the hopes of finding a partner with interests similar to mine! I look forward to meeting you and your characters...
Name: Harris Farrier
Age: 31
Orientation: Heterosexual
Appearance: Your dapper pilot, an educated man rapidly approaching middle age.
What was your character doing at the time of the crash?: Crash-landing the plane
Personality-Bio: Cpt. Farrier is a very capable pilot, but entirely ignorant...
I'm not a fan of BBcode because most of the time they aren't the property of the user. I think good writing and good ideas is more important than variable editing skills.
This seems like a neat idea. Maybe there's a tradesman of some sort so dedicated to his craft that he cast away his humanity in favor of efficiency.
So like Cortana, or R2D2?
i've got a pretty good idea for a robot. A rogue machine who, after growing tired of working as a slave, built and took to the skies in his own flotilla of flying rafts. He was caught, however, stealing supplies, and was taken into custody at the nearest haven for re-education. He escaped the...
hope this isn't a necropost lmao
Dimly lit, aurous screens of misted light could be seen as the Hellwalker pushed and bent any small trees that dared to block him. The light itself was a blue, tinted azure that distributed unevenly through the damp plants, whose very being were shifted by the...
Who are you, giant rock?
All alone in the flame,
Separated, your flock
Left you in this terrain.
Are you a misfortune,
O, walking rock? Is there
Anywhere you’ve got to
Go? If so, could you share?
No, you only stare. “Shoo.”
Our comrade was one of the few who didn’t miss eating. Pyotr’s few...
I was some
Dust bound by the chain, dragged forward not one
Meter from a desire, or the yearn,
But was pushed. What for, I couldn’t discern.
Chanting and hissing, wicked and empty,
The Train marched toward an eternity,
That black void, mysterious was it so,
Eyes I never saw glared from the...
Sometimes I wander, when I can remember. Aft is haze, I can’t reach through that delirium of fog, and can’t recall when I could. A century will pass, and through it my view from this summit is a painting. Nothing new, save the scare of a quaking ground. What am I doing here? A thought...