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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Aug 17, 2019 4:11:52 GMT -5
. . . . . . //airplane noise//
ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟ ⋆ ᴡɪᴛʜ ⋆ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs | ᴀ sᴍᴀʟʟ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ ʀᴘ
hello and welcome this new rendition of an old rp i had made. Please take the time to read everything, thank you! - this is a 3 person group, however if you are really interested, i will consider letting another person join with two more characters -
travel ⋆ with ⋆ friends . a small group role-play . Henlo! I don't know how long it's been since I've actually made a roleplay or something in the off topic roleplay section. I used to have an old roleplay that I did about a group of friends travelling to new york together, and getting lost and into trouble of the sorts. Now I've generally been dying to get out another roleplay, however i want the characters to be more out there, and for the plot to be open for more opportunity. So, the travelling is going to happen constantly, with the group staying in some places longer than others. SO without further ado, lets get onto the credentials of this roleplay shall we?
. . . B a s i c s . . . ⋆ This will be a small group roleplay. I will be allowing three more people to join this roleplay with a maximum of two characters per person, one male and one female (unless you decide to make one or both gender-neutral or agender). ⋆ Relationships will develop, whether it be with randoms/side characters, or within the group itself. Please do not throw a fit if a ship doesn't work out, please let everything play out like it would in real life, unless you guys really want a relationship. ⋆ Do not rush anyone for replies. Think of this as a side roleplay, where you reply when you grow bored. Don't constantly like someones post just because you want them to reply to you. ⋆ Please try not to post over and over again, flooding the thread with just your character. ⋆ Please be semi-advanced and literate. A majority of us aren't in middle school, no reason to write like we are. There is autocorrect for a reason. Please also try to write 3+ sentences per post at the very minimum. If you are low on muse, just tell us. ⋆ Most importantly do not post a claim, and then never roleplay. Because thats just annoying in general. You will be removed and you spot will be opened back up if you post, and two weeks go by without a single rolplay starter from you. ⋆ I, -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 , will decide how long and where the characters will be going. I am more than open to suggestions of places, and if more than one person suggests a specific place, the group will most likely stay longer. However, the group will most likely not stay in places longer than a month. Eventually/every now and then, the group will return to their home town (stated in the plot)
. . . P l o t s . . . ⋆ travelling with friends - a simple plot involving all the characters (main characters) where they travel from their home town of Sun City, Arizona and go across the country and the world in general. The group of friends love to travel, and after taking a break from college, the group put forth the money they made through work, and from their parents (some paying for others) they all decide to travel all around the world together.
. . . C h a r a c t e r s . . . characters will be listed in order as you join. Everyone get two characters, any gender your prefer (preferably one male and on female, but its up to you in the end.) Males . . . Females . . . Other (as in, nonbinary)
⋆ Hunter "Hunt" Bay ⋆ 23 ⋆ Male ⋆ Thomas Brodie-Sangster hunter is a college student, attending the Northern Arizona University, getting his masters degree in nursing. He enjoys drawing and writing occasionally. wip.
⋆ Akaai "Kaai" Smalls ⋆ 22 ⋆ Female ⋆ Faceclaim 1 + Faceclaim 2 Kaai is a gentle soul that attends the University of Phoenix. She is currently studying to become a Lawyer and attorney. She enjoys singing and animals. wip.
⋆ Name ⋆ Age ⋆ Gender ⋆ Faceclaim short information thingy about the character
⋆ Name ⋆ Age ⋆ Gender ⋆ Faceclaim short information thingy about the character
⋆ Name ⋆ Age ⋆ Gender ⋆ Faceclaim short information thingy about the character
⋆ Name ⋆ Age ⋆ Gender ⋆ Faceclaim short information thingy about the character
. . . R e l a t i o n s . . . ⋆ Name & Name are best friends ⋆ Name & Name are best friends ⋆ Name & Name are best friends ⋆ Name & Name are Brothers ⋆ Name & Name are Dating ⋆ Name & Name are crushing ⋆ Name Likes Name
. . . M e m b e r s . . . ⋆ -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 ; hunter bay & akaai smalls
uh yeah thats about it so pls join
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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Aug 17, 2019 4:12:20 GMT -5
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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Aug 17, 2019 4:12:36 GMT -5
character layouts here for akaai and hunter Akaai "Kaai" Smalls "Love, flowers, water, all the things you need!"
walk. "talk." think. Hunter "Hunt" Bay "Are you talking to me? Are you sure? Oh, okay."
walk. "talk." think.
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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Aug 17, 2019 22:59:25 GMT -5
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-M- / Ginger
"Whether feast or famine, I am eating myself alive."
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Post by -M- / Ginger on Aug 18, 2019 5:39:37 GMT -5
owo hello- My interest has been peaked for many a reasons, but one major one is that, man, you actually acknowledged us Arizonans. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I'm willing to join, plus the plot really interests me to be honest!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2019 21:13:11 GMT -5
Hi! I would love to join this roleplay. It seems fun and an interesting concept.)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2019 21:22:56 GMT -5
Hi can I claim a spot?
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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Aug 18, 2019 23:04:46 GMT -5
owo hello- My interest has been peaked for many a reasons, but one major one is that, man, you actually acknowledged us Arizonans. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I'm willing to join, plus the plot really interests me to be honest! AHH YES I lived in arizona for 5 years and i loved it there! Id be glad to have you if you're okay providing a roleplay sample? sorry if that seems rude or anything, it's just i prefer having people who don't post one liners, yknow?
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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Aug 18, 2019 23:05:46 GMT -5
Hi! I would love to join this roleplay. It seems fun and an interesting concept.) Hihi! If you wouldn't mind posting a roleplay sample i'll thatd be very nice! So all of us know how you rp.
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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Aug 18, 2019 23:07:25 GMT -5
I mean, two people posted before you which would have claimed up all the spots. However, if they both stay in the rp, im sure we could squeeze in one more person and make the group 8 instead of 6! If you could also post an rp sample too thatd be nice!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2019 23:09:18 GMT -5
I mean, two people posted before you which would have claimed up all the spots. However, if they both stay in the rp, im sure we could squeeze in one more person and make the group 8 instead of 6! If you could also post an rp sample too thatd be nice! Oh my bad it's alright really
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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2019 0:32:16 GMT -5
Yeah, I'll work on one right now! )
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-M- / Ginger
"Whether feast or famine, I am eating myself alive."
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Post by -M- / Ginger on Aug 19, 2019 1:03:05 GMT -5
I would have to find one of my older ones, if that's alright? I don't have the time at this exact moment to write one up from scratch. But yeah! I've lived here my entire life, so it's always nice to find someone else who knows of our existence.
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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Aug 19, 2019 1:44:59 GMT -5
A past roleplay sample will do just fine guys!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2019 2:16:27 GMT -5
Ceferinae Whelan
Madam Whelan had always been a delicate woman, but in recent years her illness had taken a turn for the worse. Bags weighed down her amber eyes until they were nothing more than a splotch of cocoa against a canvas of bruise. The fit of her dresses proved how much weight she had lost; her bones jutted out at unhealthy angles. The doctors, for all their knowledge and resources, were dumbfounded by her mother's case and declared months ago that there was nothing more they could do.
Madam Whelan had always been delicate, but now she was simply dying.
Ceferinae had known for years that her mother was beyond saving, that all the money in the world wouldn't be able to heal her broken and ill ridden body. Yet, it had never stopped her from hoping for a miracle or praying that one of the Divine's would have mercy on the poor woman. Her mother didn't deserve her lot in life; she was the kindest, most generous person Cefe had ever met. The woman knew no strangers. Everyone, even riffraffs and ruffians, were welcome in her home. Many times Cefe would wake to having three or four new guests that Madam Whelan had pulled off the streets for the night, washed them, given them clothes and food. Her hands were never closed, but always open to the less fortunate. And on the first day of the week, she went to the orphanage with homemade clothes and sweets.
So why did the fates let her fall victim to illness? It was the question Cefe had asked herself for years, had fallen to her knees in anguish over. Why her mother? The only descent and kind person in the world. Why would the fates destroy a ray of sunshine in an endlessly dark and dreary world? It made no sense. No sense at all. Maybe the answer was that the Divine's were cruel beings, content to watch the humans suffer. After all, humans had invaded their lands and killed their subjects once. At least that was what the Legend of Old had said...
Ceferinae groaned with dismay and put her palms against her eyelids, pressing inward and to the sides to sooth her pounding headache. There was no point to go over her own self destructing thoughts again. It was a vicious cycle of hurt and anger and confusion that, at least for the moment, she had no interest in entertaining. There was work to be done around the manor since her mother was completely unfit. She rose from her seat in the library and took a deep calming breath before heading to the set of double doors. She threw them open easily and to her utmost and complete surprise, the maids had lined up side by side, faces taunt with patience and dusters at the ready. Cefe sighed, "How many times must I tell you lot to quit lining up at the library door? Surely you have something better to do than wait around on me." She rolled her eyes then walked through the two lines, her blue dress swooshing around her feet.
Some of the maids nodded their heads while others puckered their lips in silent mirth. Still others giggled openly as she passed. Cefe was beginning to think it was a game to them. To her chagrin, she cracked a small smile. Her mother must of put them up to it every morning. The thought of her mother shot an arrow of pain through her heart. And as if her pain called to more pain, a servant flew around the hallway corner screeching, "Miss Ceferinae! Miss Ceferinae!"
The woman stood stock still, her heart already dropping in her chest. The world went quiet; she didn't even hear the servant say that her mother was about to die.
Breathe.
The word thundered in her mind with a horrible amount of force. Cefe loosed a shuddering breath and brought her shaking hands up to her tight chest, not quite sure if she would find a pulse. Maybe she was the one dying and not her mother. Maybe it was her that all the servants would weep over. Her heart beat strong however and strangely, the feeling of life grounded her. She shoved past the servant and flew down hallways and corners as quick as a mighty bird. In what seemed like a heartbeat, she entered her mother's room.
It was still and quiet except for the irregular sounds of labored breathing. Madam Whelan lay with her cocoa eyes closed and her thin black hair spread across the sheets like a halo. Her once tanned skin had faded into a sickly white, almost the color of the sheets themselves. Cefe despaired at the sight of her shoulder bones so clearly pronounced; she looked like a skeleton. Nothing was left of her former glory. Nothing.
Ceferinae approached her mother's bedside, tears slipping down her cheeks at the sound of her mother's wheezing. One of the servants brought a chair to the side, but she refused it with a wave. Instead, she climbed into her mother's bed that used to be her parents bed and lay down beside the dying woman, "Mama.... I'm here." Her voice was gentle and broken, but her mother smiled softly.
Madam Whelan didn't open her eyes as she rotated her head slightly to plant a labored kiss on Cefe's cheek, "Oh my love... Do not be sad for me." She swallowed heavily, "I love you, dear one."
Her child buried her face into her mother's neck, weeping softly, "I love you too, Mama."
Then, the woman's body relaxed and she breathed her last. Cefe cried out when she realized what had happened, "Mama! No! Mama..." She wrapped her arms around her mother and wept bitterly, allowing the soothing voice in her mind to be her only comfort.
(So this was my intro for an advanced role play. I figured it would give you enough of how I typically roleplay. Just know that this wasn’t a response but just a sample of my writing. )
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-M- / Ginger
"Whether feast or famine, I am eating myself alive."
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Post by -M- / Ginger on Aug 19, 2019 2:50:42 GMT -5
I can't actually find one of my past roleplay replies, it's been so long since I've properly roleplayed. Is there any chance I can offer you something I wrote recently? Granted, it is prose, but regardless, it's one of the things I'm most proud of.
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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Aug 20, 2019 1:30:18 GMT -5
@shootforthestars ;; that looks great!! All you gotta do now is give me your characters in the same format they are on the main post c: you can make a male and female, or a female/male and a non-binary id just like to keep genders even tbh
-M- / Ginger ;; yeah thats totally okay!
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-M- / Ginger
"Whether feast or famine, I am eating myself alive."
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Post by -M- / Ginger on Aug 20, 2019 3:53:02 GMT -5
I hope this works!
There was no color. No green grass. All you could tell was that it was fresh. No blue sky. Only a proper grey one. No blue ocean. Only the smell of the water permeated with salt. It was all shades of grey. Sometimes, the shades were darker than others. That's when the roar came about. It wasn't your normal roar, no, not that. It was the roar of a tidal wave crashing through a metropolis like an apocalypse. It deafened everything. All the happy meds. All the happy people. All the friends. All the kind words. None of that was able to be heard. It was just that roar. But then, all of a sudden, it'd go away. It would recede as if it had never even been there to begin with. Slowly, the world was still gray, but it wasn't as gray. Colors were bleeding through into it. You could hear your friends, their kind words, the people around you who make you happy, and it'd be as if the meds were working again! It could stay that way for a day, a week, a month, but then it also could stay that way for an hour, a minute, or even only a second. Sometimes you would break free, sure. But it'd always yank but on the leash it held in its blackened fist, pulling you back in and under. Back to that dark, inky abyss.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2019 19:37:01 GMT -5
Ok, I will work on that tonight! I’ve been pretty busy so I’ll try to get something up tonight. )
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2019 22:47:35 GMT -5
⋆ Evie Durmond ⋆ 23 ⋆ Female ⋆ Face claim After attending the University of Phoenix for Biochemical Sciences, Evie graduated with the plans to go to med school at University of Arizona-Tucson. However, when the opportunity to travel the world with her friends presented itself, she decided to take a gap year instead. Mulish and flamboyant, she speaks her mind and is a very open person in general. She spends most of her free time with her three person band in which she plays the electric guitar. Evie would go to battle for her friends and considers them her family.
⋆ Johnny Cabolle⋆ 22 ⋆ Male ⋆ Face claim Johnny just graduated with a major in Secondary Education from the Northern Arizona University. He is a free spirit and plans to take his time in traveling the world with his friends before going for an internship or a job at a high school. Sweet and tenderhearted, Johnny makes friends easily, but has a hard time letting go of those close to him. He is a great shoulder to cry on, but also someone to go for late night rides with. He loves handy work and is usually working on building a project of some sorts.
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