"No"s
Triggers/Do No Use At All
•Extreme Animal Gore
•Permanent Main Character Death
•Active Self Harm
•Active Suicide
•Starting Rp As Soon As Dming
•Railroading: Controlling my character
•Rp Partner Roleplaying My Characters
•Constant 1-2 Liners
•No Excessive OwO/UwU/etc.
•Spamming
•Legitimate Transphobia, Homophobia, Racism, etc.
(these mean that I am okay with plots containing the topic for drama but will not tolerate the actual talk of it)
•Starting a chat with "Hello" and nothing else
•Starting a chat with just "Want to rp?" "Do you want to rp with me?"
•Pressuring/Guilt Tripping out of the roleplay to try to get me to do something
•Asking extremely personal questions when we have just started talking (ex: Where do you live? What's your name?)
•I'll only rp with adults, 18+
•Using AI art/pictures for your characters
"Yes"s
•Long Term Roleplays
•Ship Roleplays
•Romance Rps with a mix of Angst, Fluff, and Plot
•Surprise plot twists!
•Literate - Novella writing style
•Using //,]],)),||, etc. when communicating out of the roleplay
•Communicating ideas! (Unless you want it to be a surprise)
•Playing a character the same gender as you
•Playing a character the opposite gender as you
Ships
Depends on the character's pairing/sexual orientation
•BxB
•BxG
•GxG
Extra
Questions I Will Probably Ask You Before A Roleplay
•What plot would you like to do?
•What, if anything, would you like to change about the plot?
•What're your triggers?
•What're your boundaries?
•Who will start first?
•Is there anything else we need to discuss before we start?
Writing Examples
Taylen - Mafia
"A deal with simple and quick work. Demands made back and forth, a bit of negotiating, and perhaps it could rarely grow into something rougher. The sing and dance of it all had become a routine Taylen was all too familiar of. She had seen it working her way to the top, and had gained a rather good script now that she was doing the deals herself.
Taylen had started her life off easy, a younger sister to a jock older brother with a gorgeous mother and father in a suburban neighborhood at a decent public school. That wasn't enough for her standards. She had tried it all, being the best in art class or PE, studying endlessly to win distinctions for her school in academic bowls, working her body to the bone for gold metals in sports. None of it matter because she realized none of it would get her anywhere. Sure smarts could get her a good technical job, but that only mattered if you created a social platform or got someone to space. Physical strength only mattered cosmetically or for the entertainment of others. It was power, but not the kind her heart was seeking out. Political power was another avenue, one she found herself enjoying more, but it dealt with people who loved to talk and lie and gossip and uhg- not for her. The public was too picky and gossiped way too much. High school had been its own little ground of growing these ideals like bacteria in a petri dish, the only thing was it was functioning in the hands of idiotic teenagers. Not Taylen, Taylen recognized what she had to do to get the power she really wanted. So she left.
Home was a dot in the distance, family was an unrecognizable word, and criminal had began to grow a new meaning in her brain.
She sat in a black SUV, no license plate, windows tinted dark, but the exterior of the car not exactly spotless- easier to blend in with the already suspicious tint. A driver sat in the front seat while a few other guards checked the area: a collection of storage houses off along the border of the city. Cracked concrete ground, wired fence with curling barbed at the top, cameras turned away if not dead from cut wires. A routine set up.
A figure approached the car, catching the corner of her vision and assuring her it was just one of her men. His hair covered by a baseball cap coupled by a rather casual but dark outfit. He stood with his side to her window as he stared ahead at the view behind the SUV, hands in his pockets. Taylen's nail caught the switch at the door and slid the window down half way.
"Everything looks up to date. No workers. No cops." He said, voice gravely but hushed.
"Is he here." Taylen asked, the question missing from her tone.
The man's head bobbed, "He's here. Waiting for you." Taylen nodded in return before she shifted in her seat. The man stepped back from the door, pulling it open as he did. The woman slid out of the seats and stepped out, shoes clicking against the concrete: heels. A long, clean, black trench coat sat over her shoulders, blending in with the darkness. Between it sat black dress pants, accented by a silver belt, and a black turtleneck.
Not to mention the black glasses nestled against her nose, useless to the night but Taylen never did something without reason.
Wordlessly, the man closed the car door as Taylen began walking straight ahead to an open path between the rows of storage houses. While the casual looking man split off, another one stepped up to walk at Taylen's side. Well dressed now, suited in a uniform that was clearly formal and tailored but also padded to a degree for protection. They walked along the path without a word with a clear place set in mind."
Zia'tali - Avatar
"She held strong, straightened back and fingertips slowly curling further around the hilt of her knife. Yet none of them seemed to care. None of them appeared particularly threatened by her or the way she stood between them and Miles. Were their egos inflated like every sky person she had heard of? Or did they truly believe she was no harm here. Perhaps she wasn't, with their sky people weapons compared to her blade. She'd show them that Eywa was on her side and that she didn't need their cursed metal to win.
A hand against her forearm broke her silent stare down. Her head turned quickly to look to her side, wooden beads clinking in her hair. Then came his voice. Easy. Easy? His thumb pressed against her skin, furthering his point like some sign of emphasizing or reassurance. Her stare eased when it met him, muscles turning into confusion rather than threat. They were with him. He knew them. Her gaze lingered for a moment, studying his face for more details. Was it a good or bad thing that he knew them? They weren't attacking, however his face was so neutral- so stone-like that it was hard to read him at all minus the soft touch of his rough hand and the lowered steady cadence of his voice.
As Miles turned his attention, Zia'tali followed. Her hand slowly fell from her knife, resting against the side of her thigh instead. She trusted Miles, but she didn't trust these people enough to fully let down her guard. They could turn his opinion in seconds possibly, turn him to attack and go back home. They were too close.
Then a odd word, Wainfleet. What was a Wainfleet? Either way, the way Miles spoke had her listening closely. He spoke with a confidence she wasn't surprised he had but one she had never quite heard. She could only compare it to when they had first met. His need for control of the situation carrying self-reassurance and confidence of his own strength.
Her eyes flicked to Miles, following where his eyes looked at a bald headed blue warrior. Looked na'vi despite the uncanny face. Then he was smiling at Miles so widely, like there was no threat here. Like him and Miles were friends...
Her head tilted slightly, eyes squinting just a tad as her interest settled on the man Miles spoke to. Her eyes only darted away when the girl spotted the other warriors spreading out in a way she didn't like. Too close for comfort. She could get away faster on her pali, but with so many of them they were also more likely to land a hit if they were to attack. Her back straightened just a bit more before her head snapped back to the bald warrior.
He spoke of leaders and checking on them... did Miles lead them? Zia'tali couldn't help the way her eyes floated back to him at her side, watching for his reaction, a slip of something to gauge the situation. However he was stone. His eyes shifted slightly but not enough for her to feel reassured. Making sure he hadn't gone native... Was that a bad thing? Had they known he was here all along? Did he tell them where he was? Did all of the sky people know where her home was-
Miles was too calm. She shifted her hips, anxious and impatient of having to sit there and watch with no details of what was really happening here. They used words she didn't entirely recognize, some she had learned from Miles, but it was still like trying to speak to a pali without being connected.
Her name. The girl turned her head quickly again, expecting to meet Miles's gaze yet his focus was still on the array of warriors before them. He sounded honest... reassuring in a way that didn't call her out. He had faith in these people then, faith that they would listen and work with him. But then he was telling her to stay there. Splitting up didn't sound good, staying alone surrounded by these people sounded worse.
Nonetheless, the woman didn't argue. Instead, she watched him dismount and turned back to the stretch of blue amongst the green of the forest.
Her ears perked, attempting to listen as Miles's voice lowered. She could at least hear him as he approached the group, could catch the all too familiar word "hell" from his lips. It seemed like a check up, brief, friendly, until the bald warrior was talking about her. She could feel it in the way his eyes flickered to her. It wasn't acknowledgment, unless he wanted to keep her in his sights but he had no need to truly worry about that with so many warriors with him.
Zia'tali didn't have a chance to listen in further as Miles stepped in closer and lowered his tone far enough that she couldn't make out any of the words. Her curiosity was of course itching to listen, but so was her need for safety. Miles had said they were with him and they wouldn't hurt them.
She sighed, posture easing just a bit. At least now she could let her eyes and mind roam over the strangers. Were they dreamwalkers? Or nondreamers like Miles? They clearly weren't na'vi from their wider faces and short hairstyles. Their clothes matched that of Miles's, forest colors in solid greens or splotches like mud puddles along the mossy floor. They all had hair on their faces above their eyes, eyebrows if she remembered correctly. A lot of men too, only enough women to count on her hand. One woman did look almost na'vi with a thin face and large pointed ears, but the colors along her arms pulled away from that. What were those colors from? Paint? Miles had one in black along his arm, but the paint never came off. Her head tilted to the side once more, like a curious cat studying her environment.
So na'vi looking but not quite enough. Their hands fully broke the illusion and where they rested along black metal. The same black metal she had pulled off of Miles when they met, the same metal he packed away every morning. A weapon, a gun? They held so many different shapes and sizes of them though... did the sky people really have so many weapons?
They all listened so closely to Miles. Maybe he really was a leader. Why hadn't he told her? Maybe the Olo'eyktan wouldn't have liked that.
Before long the entire squad was letting out a cloud of huffs. Her head straightened and turned to watch Miles again. What had he said to catch their attention like so? What was he talking to them about?
He seemed friendly with the bald warrior at least, enough so that he directed most of his attention to him and was the only one to fully respond to Miles. He did look friendly... Even with his face relaxed now the warrior looked like his eyes held endless smiles, smiles that promised adventure. Maybe they wanted to stay like Miles had...
She caught Miles's glance this time, a look she wasn't able to understand as her eyes brushed over his own. Zia blinked and shifted atop her pali once more, prepared for whatever his plan may be. Yet there was no plan, he only continued to talk. Maybe that was all sky people did, talk talk talk. Her lips pursed into a suppressed smile at her own joke, as if she wasn't a talker herself.
Finally, Miles turned just enough to welcome her presence back into the conversation. Yellow eyes trailed him as he began to make his way back to her, only darting to check his back every once and a while. Then for once out of the entire time she had known Miles, he paused on his words before dismissing the meeting all together.
Did he not know her? He had to know the questions boiling through her. She had only met one nondreamer and now there were many, apparently friendly, ones here infront of them. Before excitement could get through, there was concern. Her tongue shifted, eyes glancing at the small crowd once more.
"Ayfo're nìhawng tstu si, Miles."
They're too close, Miles. She hoped he had held on to enough to know what she was saying. He had came to the clan with a brief knowledge of the language, but expanding on it took time along with their other lessons.
"Zun the olo' sees them... tsatseng will lu trouble. Zun ayfo peng the sky people peseng the olo' lu-"
If the clan sees them... there will be trouble. If they tell the sky people where the clan is-
Zia'tali took a deep breath, interest flickering in her gaze as she looked back at the bald warrior.
"Lumpe lu ayfo fìtseng? tsenga lu ayfo going? kem si... ayfo new ne nume na nga?"
Why are they here? Where are they going? Do... they want to learn like you?
She had enough faith in Miles to move on like he suggested, but this was new- they were new, and truly *too* close to her home. They were a danger she couldn't let pass as easily as she wished."