Posts by jollyjoey

Hi! My name is Joey. I am fairly new to this website, but I am most definitely not new to roleplaying. I figured the easiest way to find some roleplay partners would be to create and post a list of my interests. Without further ado, here is the list:

• Any plot ideas for OCs, specifically including gay or lesbian relationships
• Marvel, specifically the Avengers or Captain America, Iron Man, Spider-Man, Black Widow, Daredevil and Deadpool (of any pairing)
• Percy Jackson, using canon or OC characters (of any pairing)
• Detroit: Become Human, using canon or OC characters (of any pairing)
• Musicals, specifically Les Miserables, Newsies and Spring Awakening (of any pairing)

Please contact me if you are interested in roleplaying any of these or have any plot ideas you would like to flesh out with me!

Hi! First of all, Merry Christmas! Secondly, I would love to. Do you have any plot ideas in mind? Also, I apologise for the late reply. I'm from Australia, so the time difference is pretty crazy.

You should definitely visit sometime! I've lived here all my life and I wouldn't trade it for anything.

And honestly, I like everything! I'm open to every genre except "horror", though I love roleplays with dark, mysterious/supernatural atmospheres (just not really blood and guts, you know?). Fantasy-type roleplays are always fun. I also love the classic 'meet-cute romance with a twist'. Anything is cool, as long as there's a bit of angst and drama.

Hi! I would love to roleplay some sort of superhero/angsty romance plot with you! I'm not the best at fleshing out plots, but I'd be willing to go with whatever you have planned or are interested in trying out (I tend to throw in more ideas once the plot progresses). I'm open to bxg, but as I'm queer I tend to lean towards bxb and gxg, though I can do whatever you are most comfortable with. I will not do anything that includes explicit sexual content or sexual assault. I am okay with referencing self harm/abuse if it is relevant to the story, but I will not write any of it in detail.

Ahh they all sound so interesting!! I would honestly love to try all of them. Maybe 1, 3 or 4? You can choose which you prefer, I really don't mind haha. And whichever character you would like to use, I can adapt mine to fit better :). Sorry for being so indecisive, I just like it when both people are actually interested in the situation/characters!

Hi! I would love to roleplay with you! I have a plot in mind that sort of combines fantasy and cop/criminal, if you are interested? I haven't really fleshed it out yet but I think it could be pretty fun.

{aasdfghj Ruby is so adorable}

Kara Noble had one job, and one job only. Whether she liked it or not, whether it was right or wrong - that didn't matter. It was her job and she intended to do it to the best of her ability. Whatever her father needed (whoever her father needed), she provided. And she knew the consequences of disobeying were not pretty. So, she obeyed. It's not like she had any connection to her targets (those poor, innocent strangers). They were just targets. She didn't need to protect them.

That was the job of the superheroes of Millenium City, after all.

And so we are brought to her next task. In an attempt to look more normal, more socially adept (more human), her curly, waist-length hair was tied in a low ponytail, the different shades of browns glinting in the harsh light of the bank. She was in simple clothes; a grey shirt tucked into light jeans, along with a pair of white converse. She looked like every other girl in the bank, dressed casual but prettily, in the hopes a superhero would come sweep them off their feet. Kara knew there was no chance of that ever happening.

And yet, maybe she was wrong, she thought, as a group of criminals burst into the bank, shouting orders and thrusting guns into people's faces. Strangely enough, most civilians were accustomed to this. They simply raised their hands in resignation and followed the instructions to kneel. Kara was conflicted; she only had a set amount of time to be out and about. She knew that if she didn't escape now, she wouldn't find someone to be her father's next experiment in time. But if she used her powers, it would be too obvious. So, she copied the actions of others, and kneeled for what felt like hours until the criminals had left the bank.

Most of the civilians carefully returned to their daily routines, but Kara couldn't wait any longer. She discreetly slipped out of the bank, using her enhanced senses to watch the criminals out front like a hawk, just in case they decided to turn back for more and noticed her. But something caused her to halt in her tracks. They were talking to someone... a hero? Interested, she took several steps forward to get a better view until she was within a close proximity to the criminals, in danger of being noticed. She couldn't help herself, though. This hero could be just what her father needed. As a crowd began to gather around the uneasy situation, Kara kept her dark eyes trained on the stranger.

{sorry I took so long to reply!}

Hi! I would love to do a bxb roleplay with you. Maybe some sort of superhero or supernatural plot could be fun, but honestly I'm up for anything!

"Hey, man," a distant voice murmured softly, gently drawing David from the peaceful depths of sleep. "Dude," the voice added, slightly louder this time. David made a small noise, turning his head as thoughts began to move through it, slow at first, but growing more frantic the closer he came to consciousness. "David!" The voice was harsh and frantic now, and David's eyes snapped open.

"This is the third time, man," the student whispered lowly, and as David's vision began to focus, he realised it was his best friend, Adam. "What are you doing all night that's got you so exhausted?" David waited to reply, as they were in the middle of a lecture and the people around them were beginning to send them cold, annoyed glares. Glancing at his watch, he gritted his teeth when he saw that there was only two minutes left until the lecture was over. So much for passing law school.

"It's nothing, man," the blonde sighed, tapping his pen against his notebook; it was too late to take notes, after all. "Just personal stuff, you know?" Adam raised an eyebrow, but didn't argue. Soon enough, everyone began to file out of the theatre, hurrying off to their next classes or slowly making their way back to their dorm. David, however, farewelled Adam ("I promised my mom I would visit her today.") and quickly made his way off campus, backpack slung over one shoulder. All he could think about was the mask hidden inside, always at the ready in case of an emergency. The thought of his alter ego made him tighten his grip on the bag, and he tried not to feel uneasy as he passed through the busy streets. Ever since his disappearance (or, 'The Incident', as he preferred to call it), he constantly felt as though he was being watched, no matter where he was.

Finally, he arrived at a fairly secluded park doused in sunlight. No doubt, it would become more crowded later as more students finished their classes, but it was a nice place that he regularly visited when he needed to clear his head. Sighing softly, he felt his muscles relax, though he still remained aware of his surroundings, just in case someone appeared to need help. He prayed to God that they didn't. Despite his enhancement, he still felt exhausted from all of the work he had been doing lately.

Of course, God never listened to his prayers.

A shrill scream, that of a little girl, sounded from nearby, and David immediately sprung into action. Glancing around to ensure no one was watching, he tugged his hood down over his face and quickly reached into his backpack, shoving the mask onto his face. Within seconds he had located the situation: a young girl, being dragged down a path by a middle-aged man. Without considering anything else, he raced forwards, sending the man reeling with a punch to the head. The man attempted to push himself off the ground while holding a hand to his temple, but a kick to his stomach knocked him back down for good.

The girl took one look at David's dark mask and hoodie and took a step back, obviously rattled and fearful. However, something present in his kind, light eyes made her pause and send him a small smile before she ran back towards the playground, where a couple soon tightly embraced her.

David smiled softly, the action hidden by his mask, before he froze, his attention moving towards the crowd that had gathered at the entrance of the park, those that had taken a moment from their busy lives to watch the entire scene. He frowned. His skin prickled like someone was watching him. Something wasn't right.

David Tennant

Kara was captivated with the hero before her, and almost didn't catch the strange words that came from the woman's mouth. She was so distracted by her thoughts (I need to find someone, she could be the one, she could join us, father needs her, father would be proud) that the gunshot made her flinch. Her hands slammed over her ears and her eyes watered; she wasn't used to the loud bustle of the city, especially when crime was involved. She spent most of her time alone, in a dark and cold room, with all her senses blocked off until she didn't know whether she was awake or asleep.

Her attention was drawn from her sensory overload to the sudden outcry from the criminals and surrounding crowd when the woman lunged forward, attacking them. Kara could barely keep up with the fighting as a black bag was tossed in her direction, skidding a couple of feet past her. She frowned, glancing around as her father's words echoed through her head. Don't get involved with society, don't help people, stick to your job. She fully planned to follow those orders and turned, ready to slip away without anyone noticing. Before she could, however, one of the criminals rushed past her, pushing her out of his way in the process of reaching the bag. She froze, the thoughts running through her mind pausing for a moment. Her fingers twitched and she clenched her fists, eyes focused on the bag.

Suddenly, the bag slid along the pavement towards her, coming to rest at her slightly dirtied shoes. The man looked up, a snarl on his lips, and they eyed each other for a moment before slipping into action. Kara snatched up the bag, though she was unsure of what to do with it. Keep it for her father? Throw it back towards the bank? Father needs money to fund his experiments. Before she could move, the man in dark clothes tackled her, wrestling her to the ground. She kneed him in the stomach and rolled over while he was preoccupied with the pain. She struggled to stand for a moment, ready to make her escape, before a burst of flames in the corner of her vision distracted her.

Fire?

Within the few seconds of her distraction, the man had managed to recover, and quickly slammed into her. The bag was knocked from her grip and soon she could feel rough, calloused hands stretching around her throat. She choked, searching the surroundings for anything that could possibly aid her in the fight, but nothing useful was close by and her vision was already fading. She wasn't used to this. She couldn't fight.

God, Father will be so disappointed...

✧Aaron Velmont✧

Gender;; Male

Age;; 23

Sexuality;; Homosexual

Role;; Prince

Personality;; In public, Aaron is very professional and charming. He is a trained ladies' man and socialite, despite the fact that he absolutely despises both the women that adore him and the social events he must attend. Still, his desire to be crowned king in the future prevents him from openly expressing his discontent. In the company of people he is genuinely comfortable with, he can be quite sweet, witty, playful and occasionally flirty.

History;;(Opt.) Aaron was trained in combat from a very young age, and often spent time with the knights before he was forced to focus on his duties. Throughout his life, Aaron has heavily struggled with the idea of homosexuality. Combined with the pressure he feels from everyone to be the perfect successor to his father, he has also struggled with alcoholism.

Other;; Loves to mess around with the people who attend his family's social events.

(is this okay?)

jumpsuit. Hi! thank you for blessing me with that gif. I haven't seen it in a while and it made me unexplainably happy. (And it's okay, I'm terrible at introducing myself as well. hi. I'm joey)

I would love to do a DBH roleplay with you! Connor is great. Would you like it to be bxb or bxg? I personally lean towards bxb but I can do whichever you are most comfortable with :). And is it ok for me to use an oc or would you rather it be a canon character?

jumpsuit.  

@L E X A that sounds good to me! Which muse would you like to be? I'll create the thread as soon as I have a chance :).

David felt his suspicion and unease rise with every passing second. He kept his eyes trained on the crowd that was slowly beginning to dwindle as everyone returned to their daily routines, but he couldn't find anything out of the ordinary. He was about to give up and leave when suddenly his senses prickled. Fast, light footsteps quickly thudded behind him, almost muted by the grass. Before he could turn around, a searing pain ripped through his knees as was knocked down, flying a couple of feet forward. Gasps rippled rough the crowd as he instantly moved to recompose himself.

When he finally turned around, the sight shocked him slightly. A man, dressed in similar attire to David, standing tall and confident, staring him down. He hung back, reluctant to engage in combat when he had no idea what the man's intentions were or what he was capable of, but he was caught off guard when he noticed the man's eyes. Under normal circumstances, they may have been beautiful, shining in the weak afternoon light. But now, they seemed to hold no emotion, as if the man before him wasn't even alive.

David wanted to ask the man who he was, what he was doing. It was too dangerous though, with so many people watching and recording the whole thing. He couldn't risk his identity like that. However, meeting the man's empty eyes, he had a feeling that he wouldn't get away from this without a fight. His fists clenched and his shoulders squared, but he hesitated. He didn't want to hurt the man, even if he knew the man wanted to hurt him. He couldn't have that on his conscience. So he waited, ready to react in any way possible.

(no that's okay! it can be difficult to get roleplays going. sorry this is a bit short, I just woke up haha)

@L E X A sure :). Like I said, thread will be up soon (once I'm fully awake haha)

(no it's great! i really like the way you write connor! reading it, i can almost visualise it like it's actually in the game lol. and i get really insecure about my starters too, haha)

"Shit!"

David's eyes snapped open as he was pulled from the dark depths of sleep by a harsh whisper. He wearily rubbed his tired eyes, praying that he could soon return to the peacefulness of rest, before lifting his vision to the small group standing outside his cell. He missed part of the conversation as his senses adjusted, not used to hearing someone talk in this part of the warehouse.

"...can't let him see anything. He'll blow our cover and we'll get arrested," the low, frustrated voice he recognised from before continued. "Fucking shit!"

David scrambled from his position - curled up in the corner of his cell - and slowly inched closer to the door for a better look. What he saw shocked him. A man dressed neatly in a clean suit and dark coat, hissing away to two androids. This wasn't any ordinary man, though. This was the man, otherwise known as 'H.E.'. The one that controlled this whole thing. David had figured that much out within his first few days stuck in the warehouse. This man wasn't to be messed with.

"Sir, if I may assist?" H.E. fell quiet, and David held his breath. "This particular android could prove useful to your investigation, sir." The silence continued, and David's stomach plummeted at H.E.'s next words.

"Very well. Get him."

The two androids obeyed, moving quickly and quietly to the main entrance. David felt a surge of panic rush through him, and he let out a yell, hoping to alert the android outside to the nearing danger.

Within seconds, his shouts dissipated when an electric shock ran through his body from the chains that every prisoner was forced to wear. He writhed in agony for a few more seconds, before finally the pain diminished. Lifting his head, he met the gaze of H.E., vision blurry. The man smirked before disappearing. David felt sick inside, and only hoped that whoever was in danger escaped safely.

A cold chill ran down David's spine, and he shivered at the man's monotone voice. What scared him more, however, were the words that he spoke in a low tone. How could this man, whom David had never seen in his life, know who he was and what happened to him when he went missing? Had he been stalking David? Even worse, had he been involved with the case? Was he the one who had taken David and given him these strange abilities?

David's frantic thoughts were cut off when the man lunged at him, knocking him down once more and keeping him there with a tight grip on his hoodie. David ignored the man's words. He knew they were only an attempt to intimidate him. He needed to remain focused. He kept his eyes trained on the man, examining him, and as soon as he noticed a moment of hesitation, he acted. Hooking one ankle around the man's, he quickly lifted a knee and sharply rolled them over so that he was now on top of the stranger.

"Who are you?" He murmured lowly, so that none of the people recording could hear him. Faintly, in the distance, police sirens were beginning to wail, and he knew he had to act fast. "Why are you doing this?" He insisted, pressing his arm against the man's throat. He knew, in the back of his mind, that it would be safer to let him go and escape now, with no one harmed. But if he did that, he wouldn't find any of the answers he had been searching for, for months on end. He would be stuck once more. "Who are you?" He repeated, frustrated but alert to any possible movement the man would make.

David felt confusion and panic begin to rush through him when the man began to struggle, his dull green eyes darting around. It strongly unnerved him, but he hesitated before acting. What if it was all fake? A ploy? He flinched at the grunt that escaped the man's mouth, and decided to let up his arm a bit so he could breathe easier. However, his arm was soon completely pushed away and he leaned back to avoid getting hit by the suddenly agitated stranger.

Well, former stranger. Alexander? He only knew a few Alexander's, and none of them looked like this man. However, he was drawn from his thoughts when the man - Alexander - began to plead, his eyes brimming with tears. What? This man just attacked him and threatened him, and now he was suddenly innocent and afraid? This wasn't real. This couldn't possibly be happening.

It didn't matter what David thought, because the man was shoving at him desperately. And he seemed to be genuinely terrified and bewildered. Glancing around at the crowd, he knew this would look extremely strange. He shivered, feeling exposed since his hood was close to falling off. So, he let up and scrambled off of Alexander. Still, he didn't leave yet. He needed to find answers.

"Why did you attack me?" He growled lowly, yanking his hood back on to safety while watching the male before him carefully. "And how the hell do you know who I am?" It took a few moments, but the fearful look in the eyes of Alexander made him soften. Goddamn his stupid empathy. He softened, gently raising his hands in surrender. "Look, I won't hurt you. Just tell me everything."

@L E X A