Active Roleplayers Index
[b]Roleplays:[/b] Abandoned
[b]Preferred Genres/Themes:[/b] High fantasy, sci-fi, basically anything with player interactions and the supernatural to spice it up
[b]Preferred Post-Lengths:[/b] One to three sentences. Will occasionally go for a few paragraphs when describing, which is also fun.
[b]Preferred Activity Levels:[/b] Varies, but one roleplay that posts hourly to daily is usually good. I don't post all that much, but I like to check for updates a lot.
[b]Roleplays:[/b] ...
[b]Preferred Genres/Themes:[/b] I don't really care about what a roleplay is about, as much as I care about how well it's run, how active it is, and how unique or interesting the plot/concept is. I am, though, generally more interested in sci-fi and fantasy roleplays, and I don't think I'd ever join a majorly romance-based roleplay.
[b]Preferred Post-Lengths:[/b] I don't care how long others' posts are, as long as I have something to reply to. As for my posts, I think I usually have about two to five sentences in my average post.
[b]Preferred Activity Levels:[/b] For roleplays that I join, I appreciate if at least one person posts at least every other day (otherwise I tend to lose interest very quickly)
[b]Interests:[/b] Writing, Vidya games, DnD, Vicky II, HOI series
[b]Roleplays:[/b] Abandoned
[b]Preferred Genres/Themes:[/b] Fantasy is no.1, nation strategy and Sci-fi are also very high up there
[b]Preferred Post-Lengths:[/b] No particular preference, as long as people roleplay properly and don't godmod or be [b]that guy[/b]
[b]Preferred Activity Levels:[/b] also no particular preference, as long as people are dedicated and post, it's enough for me.
[b]Roleplays:[/b] Abandoned, to which I'm also the GM
[b]Preferred Genres/Themes:[/b] Mainly Fantasy (As long as it has magic I tend to like it)
[b]Preferred Post-Lengths:[/b] Varies. Sometimes very short ones, other times longer ones.
[b]Preferred Activity Levels:[/b] As long as it doesn't go too slow I'm okay with almost any speed.
[b]Roleplays:[/b]
- Eidikos Academy
[b]Preferred Genres/Themes:[/b] Fantasy, Academy & Supernatural, but i'm willing to give any interesting Rp a try.
[b]Preferred Post-Lengths:[/b] Usually a paragraph or so, but it also depend on that specific Rp.
[b]Preferred Activity Levels:[/b] Medium, I don't really prefer slow pace ones since it will eventually leads to many inactive players then death of the Rp, however I've also been a part of a fast Rp where it's usually almost a page per day which is just too much so i'll go with a medium activity level.
[b]Roleplays:[/b] Abandoned (participating in)
[b]Preferred Genres/Themes:[/b] Any, but mainly sci-fi
[b]Preferred Post-Lengths:[/b] Variable. Really variable.
[b]Preferred Activity Levels:[/b] 3-6 PM US EST, Monday-Thursday
[b]Interests:[/b] Science Fiction and Fantasy, as well as Dinosaurs and prehistory, generally. Social observations. Science and politics both interest me, as does the art of fiction (film, literature, etc.)
[b]Roleplays:[/b] N/A 
[b]Preferred Genres/Themes:[/b] Open-world, character-focused roleplays. I really want to try a Western, and I haven't been part of a good science fiction for a while. High Fantasy is also good, but it must be of a very particular vein. Mostly open-world.
[b]Preferred Post-Lengths:[/b] For others, enough that I have something to respond to. For myself, about two-four paragraphs, except in dialogue situations. Then, maybe a few sentences.
[b]Preferred Activity Levels:[/b] Everyone posting about once a day.
[b]Roleplays:[/b] None. I recently left Eidikos Academy because of high writing levels and post lengths.
[b]Preferred Genres/Themes:[/b] I like nation themed ones thought I failed last time by making myself too op. I also enjoy fantasy.
[b]Preferred Post-Lengths:[/b] I like small post lengths since it gets very boring to read 10 pages of walls and walls of text.
[b]Preferred Activity Levels:[/b] I like medium since slow is really boring and fast is well too much to read.
[b]Roleplays:[/b] The Unbreakable Box, Eidikos Academy, Abandoned
[b]Preferred Genres/Themes: [/b]Basically, anything that seems to have good plot and potential, though I'm mostly towards adventure, Sci-fi or Fantasy.
[b]Preferred Post-Lengths:[/b] Depending on what the situation in the roleplay is, basically at least one paragraph.
[b]Preferred Activity Levels:[/b] It would be preferred if people would be active enough to participate in player-to-player conversations regularly.
Roleplays:[/b] Abandoned
Preferred Genres/Themes:[/b] Fantasy with magic for seasoning, High Fantasy, Historical Fantasy, Dark Fantasy, Pretty much any fantasy, Nation Strategy, Sci-Fi Nation Strategy, Nation Strategy like thing.
Preferred Post-Lengths: [/b]Above a sentence, but below 5 paragraphs
Preferred Activity Levels: [/b]Once or Twice daily
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Flirt with it and compliment the glass' smooth texture.
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With a groan, Edgar helps himself up from the floor. He holds his head as he attempts to ascertain what exactly had happened to him. Nothing came of this-- his memories were too hazy. He had been on autopilot for the past few weeks, passing towns and lazing around at inns, trying out various foods... and then what next? This was the first time he had actually thought clearly in weeks; unfortunately, it was all too hazy, and he could not think of what had happened before he ended up in this room.
Edgar sighs and turns his attention to the situation before him. He glances around the room, before eventually stopping at the clock, something which seemed to be of interest.
"Right, then-- what have we here?" he mutters to himself in a decidedly British-sounding accent as he inspects the strange clock before him. He reaches for the clock and grabs it, checking its inner workings for anything suspicious that had been causing the clock to reverse.
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Renard neared closer and closer to the hooded figure, though nowhere near them yet. His eyes were still fixated on the sword the figure was resting their hands on. The more he looked at it, the more he got confused by its design. It was silver-coloured, mostly mechanical, but Renard could make out a few moving parts inside the sword itself. He also realises oddly that the sword was not as unusually tall as he thought it was, and instead that it looked that way since the mysterious figure was almost child-like in appearance because of their height, though he would have to get closer to make any conclusions. Eventually, Renard stops thinking about this and gets distracted by the voices presumably coming from the exorbitant amount of swords lying planted in the ground around him, due to the fact that they were starting to get louder and therefore clearer.
His engineering skills will be of great use to our organisation.
Brags to be 'the greatest engineer in all the lands', but his skills as a runewright...!
This little runt? He's the chosen one? You gonna just pick some runaway?
Your sister was a sacrifice for the greater good.
This was all predestined.
I'll protect them, even if it kills me! If you can't even understand that, I'll do the job myself!
He's running off to face an army by himself. You shouldn't have angered him.
Let the boy go. Everything is falling into place. Faux will fulfil his role.
Those words were not directed at Renard, though it almost sounded like it was, nor were they spoken from the same person. Renard ascertains that each line had been said at a different point of time in the past, by a different person. He briefly racks his brain-- the name Faux was extremely familiar to him, though his almost-8-year memory gap made it impossible to remember.
His mind begins to wander off to another topic, and he begins to wonder what was happening currently in the mansion. He hopes to himself that he hadn't somehow been stabbed in his sleep and that this wasn't some sort of afterlife. Renard thinks about that for a second-- maybe it was best if that had happened. No one would miss him, or so he thought. His mind wanders off again and his gaze once again focuses on the figure in the distance with the golden coat, still seemingly flickering in and out of existence with no explanation. Their attire and sword were all too familiar; if only he could remember.
Renard's body's in danger... but the restoration process can't be interrupted. I have to take over, for his sake.
"What a nap," says 'Renard', yawning serenely as he awakens almost waist-deep in water, no thanks to being considerably shorter. His voice sounds much higher than normal, like that of a child. "Huh...? What's with all this water..."
His sentence trails off as he slowly glances up at a large spider flying past him, and he recoils backwards into the wall behind him.
"F-f-f-f--"
It doesn't take long for a high-pitched scream to resound throughout the room.
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Renard breathed a deep sigh as he watched Ariel's back move away from him. He clenched his fist, causing a few grains of black powder to mysteriously fall out of his hand. The signs were unmistakable. Everything strange that had happened since they started travelling; it had all seemed to be centered around Ariel. Someone was out for him. Renard knew he had to protect him. Throughout his life-- even through dark days in memories he had forgotten, he always had to protect what he cared about. A plan begun to hatch.
"Hey, Ariel... catch!" says Renard, tossing his pistol at Ariel. "You can look at it if you like-- it's my magnum opus, least I think so."
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Renard looks at Ariel carefully for a few seconds, and then grins, leaning in closer to Maras.
"Must be the menopause," he whispers. "Poor guy... he's even starting to exhibit the mannerisms of a lady."
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Renard watches Betty walk out the door, dismissing Ariel's little rant with a chuckle.
"Sorry, man," sighs Renard to Ariel. "I've changed my mind-- the women in this place are damn crazy."
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Renard gives Ariel a strange look.
"How 'bout you sober up before you start causing any more trouble? Somebody get this guy some water," he says.
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"Fine, fine fine," replies Renard, "I'm sorry and I'll not provoke people in the future."
His words did not ring true.
"What the-- hey, run it over at the sink before you start hanging it in front of my nose! The hell did you do to it!? Help, the torture device is being used for its intended purpose!"
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Renard immediately crumples to the floor. He wipes the blood off his mouth and, incredibly, still has time to talk more trash before the wolves appear.
"Oh, man, you're a feisty girl, aren't you? Well, we can put it this way-- do you wanna learn what the difference is between a pretty face and a pretty stain?"
It wasn't the first time Renard had started a fight. It always happened with people who didn't know how to loosen up. The three wolves appearing out of nowhere broke up his thoughts.
"Jesus! This party's gettin' crazy! Let's rock!"
Renard, still lying on the ground, fires off all three shots from his flintlock at the wolves, and then slides under the table, kicking it with enough force to turn it upright. From behind the table, he looks pleadingly at Lyudmila for help. She wouldn't want the place any more ruined, would she?
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Renard rolled his eyes, apparently thinking Betty was a lost case. The girl had managed to have a bigger mouth than Renard of all people; something he wasn't particularly fond of.
At first Renard is shocked by Chisille having talked, but he covers it up with more of his sarcastic remarking.
"Wow, I've never seen a talking mutt before. Now you'd definitely take first place. I'm just a little disappointed your name isn't Fido after all," shrugs Renard.