Searching for a Rp Partner, Maybe Two

[Guest cheshireArtist]

Hey there friends, I'm Chesh and I'm looking for a rp partner. (Or two, I haven't really done a three person rp before, it might be interesting.) No, this isn't cause I'm unsatisfied with my current rp partners, nah, I'm just a bit curious about the other people of YO. I'm pretty sure I can handle having more than one.

 

Now I'm looking for someone to that takes things seriously, likes angst (and lots of it), and will rp a serious plot with me. As in, one that doesn't revolve souly around sex (Though it will be included if appropriate, I have absolutely nothing against sex) (EDIT: I just remembered this! Though i do have one, one plot that kinda does revolve around sex, so that one plot is an exception to that, but you have to like homestuck and have a fantroll cause that's where it takes place ;; v ;; and not mind hypnosis type shit ). Sorry, as you can tell I'm quite blunt sometimes, don't mean to be rude.

 

As for plots, well I have plenty and it would depend on whatever setting we would pick out. I, in all honestly, like Si-Fi and aliens, Superhero type things, Corrupt governments, Dystopian societies, The Supernatural etc, etc. I actually have several alien species of my own creation, and several fleshed out settings. I'm pretty open to suggestions though. I can also play in AU settings of already established universes, such as Avengers (Movie Verse), Homestuck(I have a lot of fantrolls ;; v ;;...who need Quads), Supernatural, Walking Dead, Steven Universe, Divergent, Hunger Games, Bleach, Pokemon, Digimon, Harry Potter, Persona and Kingdom Hearts (As ones that I'm heavily familiar with). Though, I would rather play my own characters in these universes, I think I can play a half decent Gamzee, Jake, John (Homestuck), Kouichi (from Digimon Frontier), Demyx, Isa, Saix or Sora (Kingdom Hearts). I could try Loki or Harry, but I am not sure how good I would be at them. The others are just concepts and settings I'm rather familiar with. But again I would really rather play my own characters as my mains. (I also have a plot involving mixing more Norse mythology with Avengers, and it would involve Loki's children as the main characters, so I would be willing to play the man as a side character. (I really like this plot so if anyone's interested I would be really willing to play ;; v ;; ))

 

I usually play bottoms to be very honest, but I can play tops. I can also play characters who top from the bottom if you know what I mean, and those who top but are more submissive in the relationship, and of course, switches.

 

Sometimes my replies can be a little slow, since I have both school and a job, but my replies are usually somewhere between 2 and 8 paragraphs, and I try to include at least two paragraphs per character I play. Sometimes I can only reply once per day, sadly, due to reasons above. I can and have played multiple different characters at once before.

 

Sorry if I come off as a little rude ;; v ;; just...I'm trying to be as straight forward as possible.

 

If you all need proof of my skill I will be posting a sample in the spoiler below.

 

 

 

It was early evening and the twin moons of Alternia were just on the horizon. In a few short hours the majority of the ten sweep old trolls would be collected from the planet, and whisked off into space, now considered adults and banned from touching the surface ever again. It was still a strange, and foreign thought to Remnus, who had grown up on a planet where he saw adults everyday, and, while there was a sign up to be assigned to space, it was not mandatory. He never imagined himself being drafted into the military at this age either, but life was funny like that when you’ve been dead for more sweeps than you have been alive.

 

Oh, that’s a little confusing, allow him to explain. In reality, around one hundred sweeps ago you and your friends, though you use that term loosely for some, had played a game called Sgrub. Sgrub, itself, was the usher of the apocalypse that overtook your former planet of Beforus, that, with even its faults, was a better planet to live in than Alternia anyday. The twelve of you were thrust into a reality altering game that soon took it’s toll on everyone. To be poetic and short, the Bard of Life had hatched a scheme against your moirail, the Knight of Mind, Morien, that resulted in the systematic death and failure of the session, as well as Remnus’ own darkening. In such a state, Remnus had seeked revenge for the deaths of his quadrants and teammates, and the result of that was the Scratch, which was a hard reset of the game, resulting in the planet he sat on now.

 

Now, around 3 or so sweeps ago the game was played again, but won by their predecessors, and, much to their surprise, the formerly dead were brought back to life, and woke up alongside their post scratch dancestors on the reborn Alternia. It had taken a while to get used to living on a much more militaristic and strict planet, and Remnus had taken up meticulously studying the rule of said planet. Needless to say he wasn’t much of a fan, especially the conscription, and the entire concept of it. Conscription, the compulsory enrollment into a state of service, typically the armed forces. Add in if you didn’t fit in guidelines, disabilities, mutations, sickness, etcetera, you were mercilessly, and systematically culled...which was a much different definition here than on Beforus, and meant something much worse than being coddled. It made him feel a mixture of raw anger and stick to his stomach.

 

So, here he was now, sitting at the nutrition block’s table, nursing a coffee, and staring out the window with his dancestor, Astrus, sitting across from you doing much the same, though he saw him add something to his coffee earlier. He wasn’t quite sure what, but regardless, it was obvious to see the other was a bit of a wreck. Remnus was too, but he was a bit better at keeping it on the inside, while Astrus was a bit of an open book. There he was, hunched over the mug, and staring at the table, messy mop of hair nearly free of all it’s teal, and beard looking a bit more scruffy than usual. There was a small talk a few months back, and it was agreed that he stop dying his hair as to stand out less to the drones. Though, Remnus was pretty sure Astrus was would be conscribed, he was tall, and muscled, and definitely could be of use in a manual way. Appearance wise, he reminded the Seer of the cover boy for Enforcers Recruitment, especially with his new affinity for sunglasses, much to Annwir’s annoyance Remnus was sure. Though he was also sure that said sunglasses were to cover a common mutation in their line, which was the early coloring of the iris before the second puplation. It was a minor mutation, but better safe than sorry. Remnus himself on had a few specks of teal in gray, while Astrus had an entire eye teal, and the other half way there, so he didn’t bother with sunglasses. The would get in the way of his spectacles anyways.

 

He did know exactly why Astrus was worried though, or at least he had a rather well educated guess. Both of their respective matesprits were not going to the conscription due to their own mutations. Color blindness was not very acceptable, trust him, Remnus checked, and double checked, and triple checked...it was under the list of cullible mutations, no way around it. Along with some other very cullible friends of theirs, they were going into hiding, which was extremely risky considering the drones stab first and ask questions later. He could understand perfectly why Astrus was very near pulling his hair out, he, himself, was as well, especially knowing Herque and his shenanigans.

 

Remnus took a long sip of his coffee, “I know you want to let them sleep in as long as possible, Astrus, but the sooner they’re ready, the sooner they can get somewhere safer than our hive.”

 

“I know…,” Astrus sighed heavily, looking down into the mug resting in his hand, frowning a bit at the taste when he took his own sip, “I...I just want them to be rested enough…” He really did want that...he wanted Annwir to be rested enough...and, well, it was hard to wake someone up when they looked so peaceful. He also knew that they had to get them up soon, so that they could say their goodbyes, and meet the Salomes, and go to the spot they all decided on meeting the other in. The others being the Larkers, Aeisha, Eudice and Naissa. The other four were not talked to, much less informed of their plans. Honestly though...Astrus didn’t want to say goodbye to Annwir ever, even if they swore that they were going to find a way back to each other, he didn’t want to leave his matesprit for a second.

 

“I’ll go get Herque...we need to get this over with.”

 

Astrus would never understand Remnus. The man was such a closed book to him...he wondered how he could even begin to keep his composure in this situation. They were marching to their potential deaths, no matter how unlikely, their loved ones were also either on a death march, or on the run, and they would be separated from their respective hearts, with no idea if they were alright, or even alive!

 

He frowned and took one last swig of his coffee...maybe adding that was a bad idea...it just made the brew taste weird, and wasn’t working like he thought it would. Liquid courage his ass...or maybe it was because he used the one he kept for cooking? Or didn’t add enough, he was kind of afraid of adding too much to be honest so it was only a splash, and then back in the high cabinets. Or that he just plain didn’t like the stuff so he only took a few sips before that swig? He shook his head, he wouldn’t linger on that as he pushed himself up, and proceeded to dump the contents of the mug. That was a really dumb idea anyways, brought on by nerves probably.

 

Like Remnus said though...they needed to get this over with...but yet Astrus lingered in the doorway of his and Annwir’s shared respiteblock, shifting from foot to foot, and couldn’t bring himself to move.

 

Opheus had woken up first as per usual, but today was anything but normal. Nope, it was far from it...today was the hellish Alternian day called Conscription, a day of death and separation. Decidingly, Opheus let Morien sleep some more, and had somehow struggled his way out from his matesprit’s hold at some ungodly hour before moonrise to wait on the couch in the livingblock. And, well, he’s been there ever since. He didn’t eat anything yet. He wasn’t hungry...though he knew that he should eat something, but he thought that if he even tried that it would come right back out again. He did take a long shower though, knowing it would probably be his last one for a while, which that mere thought disgusted him.

 

He had ended up dozing slightly for a while, only to be shocked back into full awareness when the cushion next to him dipped in. His head snapped up from where he had been leaning on his palm, and turned quickly to look to his right, eyes wide. In the dim light of the livingblock he could make out Nyokaa of all people, holding out a cup of coffee to him...when did he even brew that? Was he really not paying that much attention? He stared at his dancestor for a moment...something was different...no..wait…

 

“What the ever loving fuck did you do to your hair?” Opheus blurted out, though taking the cup, and muttering a small thanks following that. Nyokaa was known for quite a few things, from his disgustingly chipper attitude, to his long hair...hair that was now choppily cut up to his ears.

 

“Cut it,” Was the simple answer as Nyokaa leaned more back into the couch, sipping from his own mug, pulling a bit of a face that told Opheus that his fellow lime blood was drinking coffee, something that he knew the other found really gross tasting.

 

“Why?”

 

Nyokaa shrugged slightly, glancing over at the other, “It’s gonna get caught in the brush, and be just annoying out there, so might as well.” Couldn’t argue with the logic in that...but still, it was weird to see after living with him for so long, and seeing him with that long mess everyday. How he ever got it into that bun he’ll never know.

 

The two of them sat in silence with each other for a while...waiting for one of their respective matesprits to wake up, and sipping on their beverages. Opheus glanced over at him occasionally...well, Nyokaa looked exhausted. He wondered if he even slept last night...well, that would explain why he was drinking something he hated. Coffee kept people awake. He watched him fiddle with the faded scarf around his neck, and glancing towards the direction of his and Vincen’s respiteblock.

 

“Hey Opheus...are you...er...scared?”

 

Opheus blinked and turned his head fully to look at Nyokaa. “Um...yeah...going on the run is--”

 

“No, no...I mean for Morien...are you scared for Morien?”

“Sort of,” Opheus began a bit awkwardly...he wasn’t really as scared of Morien getting culled. That man was as fit as a fiddle, and would probably pass with flying colors, “I mean...naturally, yeah...but Morien’s, well, is, by what I read, what they would be looking for in a young troll...So, I’m not as worried as I should be. I’m more scared about...well, who he’s going to be boarding the ship with…and well...this may sound fucking idiotic, being forgotten about, or never hearing from him again.” He muttered the last bit, staring down at his mug. It was a really dumb fear, since he knew Morien, and knew that Morien loved him, and he loved Morien, but Opheus really couldn't help it. If they passed the conscription his matesprit might be stuck on the same ship as Brigta and Scylla, and that thought right there made his stomach churn again.

 

There was a moment of silence then before Nyokaa started back up again, lowering his voice a bit to a near whisper, “I’m scared for Vincen...he’s just low enough for a Highblood that they would cull him if they don’t reach what they want...and, if they both make it...well...Aeisha would be at the brooding caverns...so, while she would be easier to contact than us, Vincen would be down someone he needs there, whether he wants to admit it or not.”

 

“Wouldn’t he have his kismesis?” Opheus questioned, frowning slightly.

 

“Yeah...but he would need a warmer quadrant considering who else could be there. Kismesises aren’t exactly known for their warm and loving support.” Fair enough reasoning right there. And Opheus could figure the the ‘who else’ was from the horror stories of his dancestor’s session he’s been told. Well, every session had their bitch. Opheus nodded and sighed...he couldn’t blame Nyokaa for being worried like that...not at all. Unlike Opheus, Nyokaa didn’t have to worry about how to survive in the wild, since, according to Tamamo during some conversation a few months ago, Nyokaa literally grew up migrating and hiveless with his lusus, so if anyone knew the wild it was him, so it made sense that he would be more worried about his matesprit than himself at this point.