Fandom The Umbrella Academy

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I have chronic, autoimmune, diseases and this may sometimes modify my posting schedule!

Of course, I'll play ANY character from the fandom listed below for your own original character!

For your romantic element of the RP, I'll write M/M and F/F for you!

I only write through the site's PM system!

Eighteen or older, please!

Minimium two paragraphs per main character role!

I'm currently searching for someone to play Number Five or Klaus, Number Four.
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This is an example of my standard post.

Three paragraphs per main character role.

If you're unable to match this writing style, I'm sorry, we can't be partners.



"It's very sweet of you to volunteer your time here." Not many people would willingly endanger themselves to assist addicts in seeking rehabilitation from their substance abuse. However, for someone that has a sympathetic heart, this particular young woman is devoted to caring for the afflicted. Lakeshore Hills, the establishment she has chosen to dedicate herself to during the weekends, is a temporary home to those striving to achieve their own sobriety.

"I'm happy to help," she answered to the older staff member. "Is the orientation starting soon?" These are essential meetings to newcomers of Mercy House. She followed the staff member to the private locker areas, changed into the Lakeshore Hills uniform and was escorted to the vacant room where the upcoming meeting was going to be held. The uniform consists of a scrub but she was allowed to keep her black, ripped, jeans. She also received a name tag to wear. "Actually, can you use my nickname instead?" She wanted to maintain a sense of privacy for her own protection. The staff member agreed, quickly editing the badge to read TJinstead of Taylor Jayne. TJ was thankful, pinning the badge above her right breast.

TJ was left alone to wait inside the room with absolutely nothing to do, not even browsing the internet on her phone because phones aren't permitted while working. She had to surrender her phone upon entering the building. The same rule for patients too, no electronic devices. Understandable, though definitely not enjoyable. TJ used a black hair-tie to style her long, blonde, hair into a messy bun atop her head. A few of the shorter strands escaped, framing her face. Just as she finished, the doors opened and patients started to arrive.

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Leaving the Hargreeves house was a significant decision for Vanya to make, although the choice was painful and her father protested vehemently. She was given a substantial amount of money, through Pogo -her father's frustration with the situation made him even more isolated- so that she could establish a comfortable living arrangement for herself. She moved into an apartment that was perfect for her lifestyle. She returned the money that remained, her father was confused by the gesture but accepted the money back anyway. Vanya's decorations are minimal, practical and affordable.

Her most prized possession, her violin, was also a source of income for her now. She strived for her own independence. She has auditioned for several orchestras, nothing came of those. In desperation of money, Vanya began teaching violin lessons. She's a remarkably gifted musician, despite her own humbleness and parents are gladly sending her children to teach. Currently, she has two students but she's received news that they will be relocating to a different town. That's concerning. She was only able to pay her bills because of those students and now she has nothing. She's refusing to contact her father until absolutely necessary, though.

Admitting defeat to herself is embarrassing but for her father to become aware, she'd be appalled. She's a determined young woman, though. Knowing that she needs an income source, Vanya has now taken to the streets of downtown with posters that she's attaching anywhere and everywhere. Hoping that someone might be interested. Even one student would be enough with her incredibly frugal lifestyle. She just needs one student. Vanya's posters are almost gone by the time she nears a local rehabilitation center. She tapes one poster to the wall of another building nearby because she feels awkward putting her advertisement on a rehabilitation center. She's just about to leave when someone rudely collides into her, her posters escaping from her arms and scattering across the ground. Vanya hurries to her knees, desperately trying to catch them all before the wind picks up. ​

 

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Looking for one partner, hopefully, someone to write Five.

I have a few ideas for them. ​