Steely
Stressed College Student
Steely's Partner Search (Periodically Updated!)
Hello everyone! Welcome to my new and updated partner search thread. Here you'll find not only information about me as a roleplayer, but also a number of ideas, plots, genres and fandoms for you to choose from! This thread will be more or less open at all times, though I do hold the right to turn people down if I'm a bit swamped with partners and ongoing roleplays.
Now, onto my content:
Hello everyone! Welcome to my new and updated partner search thread. Here you'll find not only information about me as a roleplayer, but also a number of ideas, plots, genres and fandoms for you to choose from! This thread will be more or less open at all times, though I do hold the right to turn people down if I'm a bit swamped with partners and ongoing roleplays.
Now, onto my content:
- -I am currently 18 years old, turning 19 just this month. Usually, I'm not picky with age, but if we're to include more mature themes (sexual content being obviously forbidden), I'd prefer someone my age or older.
- -My time zone is GMT -03.
- -Be aware that my mood is really, really fickle, specially now as I have a very tough semester ahead of me in college, combined with a possible research project I've just enrolled in. This means that sometimes I might log away from the site for a couple of days to a week; albeit I will try to give you a heads-up beforehand, as I've ghosted good people in the past and I'm aiming to avoid repeating that.
- -Following what was said on the previous point, I will always strive to be honest and fair with my partners. That said, I too value honesty and criticism. Is there anything you don't like about our roleplay, or perhaps you feel we don't click? Don't be shy and tell me! Communication is key. I'll always work towards being straightforward and transparent with you.
- -Don't fret if I don't immediately reply to you! I usually leave RPNation open on my browser as I'm doing my college stuff, playing games, doing chores, etc. So if I'm online but not replying, that doesn't mean I'm avoiding you. Of course, if I've read your message and haven't answered in a while, do send a little reminder. Sometimes I forget to properly check my inbox.
- -I'm very friendly and open to conversation! If you'd like to just chat with me, exchanging ideas and concepts before starting a roleplay, I'm all for that.
- -I've been roleplaying for about 7 years now.
- -My preference lies in long-term, detailed stories, where characters have room to grow and change the world around them.
- -Worldbuilding is a blast for me! I love concocting new ideas, creating worlds, cultures, magic, factions, and all that comes with it.
- -I usually play a 'cast' of characters, having a 'main/protagonist' and a group of 'side characters' with varying levels of importance.
- -Grammar isn't a huge bummer for me, as long as it's not going downhill into Typoville. After all, I am a non-native English speaker, and that can sometimes lead to awkward wording and weird sentence structure.
- -I love partners who can nudge the story towards other grounds, and are capable of setting up twists of their own. Be active in the story, and be creative with its course!
- -Character sheets are appreciated, but not a must. There's always an element of mystery when it comes to introducing a character via the starting post!
- -Romance is adored, but not a necessity. I love slow-burn relationships, and not every story will lead to a couple, after all. Chemistry is important so that a couple doesn't feel forced, after all! Still on that matter, I'm very much LGBT+ friendly, so all pairings and identities are a-ok with me!
- -I'm not good with canon characters, sadly, neither do I enjoy playing them. I might make an exception for extremely interesting ideas, however!
Here's a list of stuff I usually like to work with. Items in Italics represent themes and genres I'm always interested in; items in Bold and Italics represent genres and themes I'm craving currently.
- -Sword and Sandal Fantasy (I.e Conan the Barbarian).
- -Medieval Fantasy.
- -Modern Fantasy.
- -Horror.
- -Mystery/Suspense.
- -'Punk' Sci-Fi (Cyberpunk, Steampunk, Dieselpunk, etc.).
- -Sci-Fi.
- -Historical (Includes many time periods; ask me about it!).
- -Post-Apocalyptic (In the style of Mad Max and Fallout, mostly).
- -Survival.
Here is a list of all the fandoms I'm in, and subsequently interested in roleplaying with. As said previously, however, I'm not good with canon characters, so this is mostly reserved for plots involving Original Characters.
- -Fallout.
- -The Elder Scrolls.
- -The Fallen London Universe (Includes Sunless Sea and Sunless Skies).
- -A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones.
- -Star Wars.
- -Boku no Hero.
- -Dead Space.
- -Avatar: The Last Airbender/The Legend of Korra.
- -Harry Potter.
- -Nier Automata.
- -Dark Souls.
- -The Hunger Games.
- -Shingeki no Kyojin/Attack on Titan.
- -Warhammer 40k/Fantasy.
Here's a collection of ideas I'd very much like to try out! This doesn't mean, however, that they are set in stone, or that you are absolutely required to choose from those when approaching me. By all means, bring ideas of your own as well! I just ask of you to read through a few, see if they pique your interest.
Note: I tend to leave a lot of those ideas open-ended as not to limit who your character can be. That way, you can have more creative freedom, and can also fill roles I hadn't previously thought of. Above all, these ideas are very much intended to inspire worldbuilding!
You have lived countless adventures in your neighborhood, accompanied by your trusty group of friends. You've been chased by disgruntled neighbors, played pranks that'd incur their wrath even more, picked fights with the bullies who captured your favorite park for themselves. You've gotten bruises and scratches, explored countless games, watched numerous movies, worried your parents enough to drive them crazy, and then got put on timeout for it.
But now, times have changed. You've reached the dreaded - or much awaited - adolescence. Suddenly, what you used to do on a daily basis seems childish. Girls - and boys - aren't that icky anymore. School just got a whole lot more complicated and it always seems like your parents don't get what you're feeling. The bullies are meaner and use words rather than fists to try and put you down. Your heart becomes enraptured by a strange, intense feeling whenever a certain someone comes close, and as good as it may feel, you have a pang of suspicion that it could hurt you someday.
Welcome to your teenage years.
An idea I've had for a while, which would try to go beyond the generic 'teenage romance story' and would instead focus on exploring the process of growing up, dealing with changes, understanding the world around you - and of course, understanding yourself. I'd love to properly include themes such as mental illness, LGBT+ and the overall experience that is to be a teenager in either a big city, or some countryside town.
You are a common worker in a nation beset by crisis. While the economical and political situation worsens with each passing day, you grumble, complain and sigh in disapproval of the decisions of the ruling castes, exchanging unhappy words with your peers. One day, however, things change. The ruling forces decide that the only way to save this dying country is via a brutal dictatorship! Cruel shock troops flood the streets, beating down whoever dares to speak against the new directives. Rights are torn to shreds left and right. You swear that the walls have ears, and that the rooms have eyes. Within a few days, what was once mild unrest bursts into a raging desire for change. You won't stand idle while your country is driven into the mud, your peers repressed and slaughtered. You decide to take action.
With caution, of course.
Before you know it, you have a group of dissidents gathered in secrecy around you, waiting to dent the iron fist crushing you all down. You'll have to start small, but a spark of revolution is all that is needed to send the masses into upheaval. Now, you must steer this young movement into the right direction. What will you do with this power? Be warned, however, as the dictatorship is nothing short of paranoid, and all may not be as it seems...
A small twist to the usual 'uprising against dictatorial regime' theme. This is meant to explore the many facets of a rebellious movement, such as perversions from the main ideal, extremism, betrayals, dealing with those loyal to the powerful, and much more.
The 'Dark Ages' are gone, making way for a time of prosperity, enlightenment and progress. Your country is a pioneer of these new times, having consolidated its territories and turned its eyes to the seas beyond your old continent. Legends speak of rich lands beyond such waters, filled with jewels, gold, fertile land and wonders one couldn't imagine even in their wildest dreams. The colonizing fever gets to you, and without wasting another day, you enroll on a mission to find such mysterious lands. After months at sea, you finally arrive at a massive stretch of land, shrouded in thick jungles and sweating under an infernal blanket of heat. There, you find old empires, isolated tribes and ruins filled with booty to be plundered. Yet, this is not a peaceful land. The peoples of these new territories are fierce and protective of their possessions, and the magics of this place are far beyond your comprehension.
These are not the only dangers, however. From back home, the ambitions of rival nations swell up as they unleash their ships onto this new world. Pirates seek the rare foods, minerals and the wealth coming from the new world. War is on the horizon, yet something much, much worse lies in wait...
I've always wanted to do a fantasy world set in a Discovery Era world, as it's very rare in media. We can have pirates, prophecies, sea monsters, adventures of plenty, and of course, the unveiling of the mysteries of this new world!
After achieving relative financial stability, you move out of your parents' house into a suburban neighborhood. Everything is great so far! Your new job pays well, the house is comfy and well-located, the neighbors are friendly and receptive... you couldn't begin to dream of something better than this. All is well and all manner of thing shall be well!
Well, not for long.
A few weeks into your new home and some bizarre occurrences start to take place. At first, you delegate them to products of your tired mind, such as the wind howling far too loud in the night, your name being called when you have earphones on, the odd crack of wood despite it being rather cool the last couple of days. Then, it starts to get worse. You swear you see your neighbor staring out their window, directly at you, at least once a day. When they invite you for dinner, they smile so much you bet their faces will split at any given moment. You notice that the local cats and birds avoid their houses like the plague, with some even taking refuge. One of your neighbors insistently asks you to hand some of them over, 'for adoption'.
The days crawl on, and you start to feel paranoid. The nicest of your neighbors, the one seemingly untainted by whatever horrible secret lies in this place has disappeared. The rest of the residents assure you he's fine. Still, there is hope. A new arrival, right at the vacant house by the left of yours. In this person, you seek solace, reason, comfort, and a guarantee that you aren't going mad. Yet, the neighbors wave you off as stressed, tired and a little out of your own element. The events grow worse, and the line between reality and terror grows ever so blurry.
But in the end, all is well and all manner of thing shall be well.
Right?
A horror idea I'd very much like to expand upon! It can draw from classic horror, to Eldritch/Lovecraftian influences; what matters is the mystery behind these mysterious events, and what will become of you in the journey to unveil them.
A small section dedicated to a few examples of my writing, in case anyone wants examples of how it goes!
Dead Space RP Starter Post
A horror setting I tried not long ago. Might be a good example of how long my starters can usually get, depending on the agreed-upon starting situation.
The air in the room was heavy with the stench of rot and fresh blood, the carnage before her made bearable only thanks to the shroud of darkness in which she was covered in. The purple glow of her helmet cast enough light to guide her on her way forward, dodging the bloody carcasses that littered the metallic floor. Each gored corpse she stepped over protested with wet cracks, the viscous crimson staining her boots and sending her stomach into a spiral of nausea. Still, she had to move on. She had to leave this place, no matter what. Nothing mattered anymore but her escape, and from the distant echoes of madness rumbling through the metal, she knew she'd have to make it quick.
Finally, she made it across the room, splaying her gloved palm against the bio-scanner. The door slid open, though not without a deafening 'thunk' that made her jump. Way too loud. Her heart practically stopped as she was locked in place, a drop of sweat running down her pale face. Way too loud. These words rung inside her skull, bouncing off its walls and searing fear through her essence. Way too fucking loud. Behind her, flesh started to tear. She didn't dare to face it. Maybe, if she stayed still, it'd go away. The tension was such that she didn't realize the bright, almost blinding light flooding into the room from the doorway, a lit service hallway awaiting just a few steps from where she stood. Bones cracked and claws sunk into the metal floor, the sounds growing in intensity. Then, a roar. A blood-curling cry, bestial and mindless.
Her thoughts shut off. Nothing mattered but the strength on her legs. Cold sweat covered her body under her suit, the heavy footsteps drumming in her ears. The cries grew wilder, angrier, hungrier. She didn't spare a glance back, her hand gripping her revolver tight enough to make its handle creak. It's following me. There was no ignoring that fact as the creature gave pursuit, clawing against the walls, tearing the metal and shattering the lights above it. It didn't matter. She couldn't stop now. Her legs carried her, fueled by adrenaline, through this never-ending hallway.
Only that it did have an end. A dead end, filled with crates and ladders and all sorts of engineering equipment. Her heart fell. "No, no, no, no!" Her voice cackled, eyes wide and hands trembling. She could feel her skull burning with pure fear, her mouth dry with the sour taste of adrenaline. Her heart would burst at any moment, there was no doubt about it. Glances were thrown from side to side, trying to find something, anything, a way out of this horrid nightmare. It was enough time for the creature to catch up to her, and heavens above, it shook her to the marrow of her bones. Standing on its two ruined legs, its arms were reduced to bloody, oozing stumps, replaced by two sharp blade-like protrusions emanating from its muscle-red shoulders. The head twitched erratically, lacking a jaw, the bloodshot eyes burning with a dead, empty gaze.
Time slowed down, and her revolver roared. The first bullet etched itself in the monster's chest, blowing a gangrenous hole. It simply stumbled back, gurgling, and resumed its advance. Another shot, this one striking the skull, What remained of the jaw was blown away, though she didn't wait. A final bullet shattered the deformed skull, leaving the neck to spew blood forward. She breathed out, in relief, allowing her aim to drop, shoulders relaxing from the tension built in her joints.
Yet, it didn't stop. The living corpse's arm-blades swung wildly now, thirsty for blood. Its deformed legs resumed its approach once again, the stream of blood from its neck leaving a crimson trail in its wake. "It can't... it can't be..." She spoke, tone trembling. She couldn't lift her arm to aim again: the revolver weighed a whole planet in her arm. The creature didn't stop, its claws digging into the ceiling, shattering the lights. She'd be cut to pieces if it reached her, armor or no armor. So she panicked. Her eyes ran around the room again, finally landing on a small maintenance duct entrance nestled between a pile of crates. That was it. That was her way out. Without sparing another glance, she strode towards it, her free hand practically slamming on the biometry scanner. The holographic read scanning, slowly, a percentage going up sluggishly. "Go, dammit! Read it!"
"Biometry scan: fifty percent."
"Fuck, fuck, read it already!" The creature was mere feet from her now, the whistle of the claws ringing in her ears. Her outstretched palm slammed desperately against the scanner. "Do it!"
"Biometry scan complete. Welcome, Sarah Campbell, Vermillion Station Riot Polic--"
The tunnel revealed itself, and without skipping a beat, Sarah dived into its cramped, claustrophobic entrance. The creature finally reached her position, its blade tearing through the plating on her leg. She screamed wildly, banging her head against the top of the passage, legs kicking wildly to no avail. It crawled inside, right after her, gurgling as its claws plunged dangerously close to her torso... only to be crushed by the closing hatch, its claws and upper torso separated from the rest of its body. There was a twitch, a fleeting sign of life before the gored limbs collapsed, kicked away by her swift retreat deeper into the vents.
And then, all she could hear was her labored breath and the metallic thuds of her elbows and feet against the metallic walls. The wound on her leg burned, oozing crimson, though it didn't look critical. She took a moment to recompose herself, almost choking on her own saliva, whimpering under her breath. She was alive. For now, she still drew breath. And that was all that mattered. After a few moments of respite, she began to crawl through the passage, vision swimming as the adrenaline died down. Her leg stung with pain with each movement, yet she didn't dare to stop. The tunnel took curves left and right, her only guidance being the glow from her visor. Sarah crawled and crawled, through this suffocating passage, her limbs almost spent from her previous encounter.
Until she finally reached another hatch. Her hand was splayed against the reader, and it swiftly opened. Groggily, she dragged herself out of the vent, crashing down on the floor of whatever room she had reached. Delirium besieged her conscience, her arms struggling to pull her up against the wall, the bright lights burning her retinas. The woman blinked, and before her, a sign on the wall, followed by an arrow pointing left. Its inscription read: 'Colony hangars'. There was no restraint as she shared a little laugh with no one but herself, her limping gait reinvigorated by the prospect of escape.
Maybe she would leave this metallic hell alive, after all.
More will be added with time!
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