This is a sample taken from a roleplay on this site called ◄Head Shot► of my character, Faustino. It shows my posting style and obsession with formatting/HTML.

|| Faustino Kanze || 30 || Rural Area || Open to approach ||

The huge man hunkered close to the floor, gripping his furred companion by the dark bandana at her neck, he had to fight to maintain his balance whilst making his gargantuan frame as small as possible – he could hear his breathing, it sounded so loud in his mind; and he was sure those walkers would pounce. He ran a hand down her back to keep her calm and from growling – he could see her hackles raised from the corner of his whiskey-coloured eyes, and he prayed she wouldn’t let out any sound. He waited for the corpse to pass before straightening up his immense six and a half foot frame. He stretched and scratched Amora between her ears, her mismatched eyes – blue and brown – reminding him of his only goal; Micaela. He rolled his huge shoulders and patted his thigh so that the canine would follow before he went to check the snares; sometimes she trotted in front of him, other times she would venture into the undergrowth. He began checking all his traps; most of the small snares were empty – but one of his larger ones had caught a deer. It was small, but it would feed him and his companion well enough. It must’ve only been a juvenile but he’d take whatever he could get.

Faustino cut the wire after asserting the deer had died, cutting its neck for good measure before binding its legs and letting it alone a moment. He sat on a nearby log and checked the sharpness of his hunting blade, running a stone across it a few times to sharpen it before sheathing it once more. He scratched Amora’s shoulder as she came to rest beside him, reaching into his bag for his almost-empty water bottle – he took a swig before pouring some into his hand for the female beside him; which she eagerly lapped with her broad tongue. He wiped his hand on his trousers before standing and tossing the deer over his shoulder, letting it hang down his back as he gripped the loop of thread he’d tied around the back legs. He scolded Amora a couple of times in a gruff, masculine Spanish accent to keep her away from it and she obeyed; returning to trotting about the huge man.

He was lucky in a way the prey hadn’t been got to by the biters first, and that it was still suitable for eating; he just wished it’d been smaller prey he’d obtained, this deer would be good for a fair group – but he was on his own, except for the dog, and he couldn’t keep it for it’d spoil and smell; something not good when you live in a world of predators trying to eat your own flesh, he’d already found out they preferred the taste of fresh meat over the dead when he’d tried to pacify some with an offering of his prey to escape. It was a hard life, learning how to deal with all this – learning all the rules through trial and error. You get bit, game over. You get scratched, game over. Lil’ bit of blood on you? You’re good. He’d also had to learn about how the rules had changed – something hard for him to comprehend as a police officer – there weren’t any rules anymore, no social hierarchy and most definitely no one to protect and serve anymore. That had been the hardest part for Faustino; finding that everything he’d spend the past couple of years believing in and justifying was all gone.

They finally came to where he was calling home; hunkered in an abandoned barn. He pushed the great red door closed, not caring if anything was inside – he was perfectly sure he could take care of that, and hopefully without killing anyone. He let his prey slump to the floor, and he once more scolded Amora for trying to eat it; he was just as hungry as her, if not moreso. He settled on one of the old saddle-racks, using it as a seat, he threw together some of the old straw and wood into the centre – away from the rest of the stalls. He wouldn’t be staying here long, he needed to find the little blonde that had dragged him here in the first place – his goals were at the moment to prepare the deer for cooking, start a fire whilst it was still light and cook enough to get him through the next couple of days. He was intending on leaving in the morning, he couldn’t stay here – his activity in the area would be obvious to any human that came through, and the sounds of him would surely draw the attention of walkers.

He took his blade and began to skin the deer – knowing the fur could come in handy when the nights drew in. He hung it up to dry; making a mental note to wash it when he next ventured outside to the well. He then began to prepare bits for cooking – placing them out on a blanket after ushering Amora into one of the vacant stalls. He waited a little while before starting a fire with his last match from the box he’d found in the office of the barn, once it was burning he began to cook the meats; some in the flames and others in the embers. The smell might attract people or walkers, but at this point he didn’t care; his revolver was on hand, and he had plenty of ammunition, not to mention the walls of the barn on all sides – the only threat was the barn door which he hadn’t yet barricaded with the great slab of wood just yet. Was he hoping for company? Maybe.

"talks like this"

word count || 956
ooc note || i apologise for the actions of faust in regards to the deer, i tried to keep details to a minimum, also there are plots for faust in play - so please pm me if you'd like to interact with him

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I will be taking a maximum of five roleplayers as partners so I do not get overly swamped.

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:3 I maaaaay add some more slots if there is enough interest/really good plots made.

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I'd be interested! I love apocalyptic stuff as well as teen stuff. Only thing is, I'm a student and with it being near exam time for me I may not be able to have a post a day schedule,

I'm not quite at the 6 paragraph level, but I average two to three. I can push for more if you'd like. :)

If you wanna pm me we could discuss options/plots/ compatibility?

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I'm interested! There seems to be a short supply of good roleplays and I've been looking for for a decent 1x1 roleplay.
I'm currently an English Lit A-level student who enjoys creative writing. (I wish I could've picked it but classes clashed!)

I am more than capable of managing more than 2-3 paragraphs of roleplay. I'm ok with almost anything. Send me a pm if you feel like roleplaying! :)

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I'd be more than interested in doing an RP with you. I also have a RP search thread up if you'd like to look at it for my examples (P.S. I'm also in Head Shot as Theodore Weaver.) Examples Link

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I like Roleplaying...


But I can only do 1-2 Paragraphs at a time. 4 if you're lucky. In open to all types of roleplays, But I'm afraid my lack of detail or too many typos (I type really fast) would ward you off.

Looks interesting though. Just wanted to peek my head over :3

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@ClockKey - private message me? :3 i think i would rather like a fast paced roleplay too x3

I dont bite! :3

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I would definitely be interested! I have been roleplaying for years, but I'm currently hoping to really get back into the swing of things and find committed rp partners that have some interesting ideas :) GoogleDocs would work much better for me, as I would check that far, far more often than Lioden forums!

Human roleplays would definitely interest me more, but I do have lots of experience with feline, and some limited experience with canine. I love anything post-apocalyptic, and I definitely agree that the drama of older teenagers can always be fun. I'm always a sucker for well thought out romances, whatever the genders, and I am comfortable roleplaying smut, if it suits the situation.

As for my post length, it varies, but I'd say that between 3-4 descriptive, in-depth paragraphs is an average post for me. Of course, this also depends on how excited I am, and how well I know my character - sometimes I start to ramble, I'm sure you know how it is...

Here is an example of a usual post: (from an incredibly sappy roleplay. Background is that they were together as young teenagers, family events happened, six years later they run into each other again)



He pressed her forehead against hers, tears still freely flowing from his closed eyes, and he cradled the back of her neck in his hand, memories of them doing this in high school hallways, in her bedroom, in the tent in his backyard, in the bathroom when he'd gotten too nervous during a class and needed her. Silver let out a shaky sigh and couldn't help the huge grin he had on his face, though his throat hurt too much to be able to express all of what he was feeling.

Before he knew it, she was talking, and he listened to her voice with an ache in his heart. Fuck, he missed her more than he ever knew. As she kissed him again and called him /hers/, his legs finally shook one too many times, and he was on his knees, cords quickly soaking, but he made sure not to drop her. Arms quaking, bottom lip trembling, he pressed his face against her chest from where he was now kneeling, and began to cry. He cried with happiness because she was finally here and he wouldn't wake up this time. He cried with relief because out of everyone, it was her standing there. He cried with pain, reliving those many, many nights of heartbreak, having to learn to sleep alone, having to figure out what to do when she wasn't there. He cried with love, because his heart finally fluttered the way it used to, and he couldn't help but try and press every inch of himself against her. And finally, he cried with grief - the six years that they had been apart had been rougher than he ever could have imagined, and being back here only served to remind him of why everything had gone down hill, and what made him have to leave Maybelle behind in the first place.

His sobs were quiet, but they were raw, and his hands fisted her jacket, stretching out the material, too strong for his own good. Silver couldn't believe it was really her, that she was really here - and yet, she was. His Bella was here and in his arms and calling him her love and he could barely wrap his clouded head around it.



Please message me if you have any questions, or if you'd like to know more about anything!

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BABE. IM INTERESTED.

Sorry I hadn't seen that earlier. I would definitely like to write with you though if you wanna PM me we can make plans.

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Not entirely sure if you'd accept me, now that I look over the entire list of what you RP, and who gets priority over someone else. Out of all you posted, I do MxM, but I don't have many male OCs. And it is hard to create a totally new OC who has no ties with whatever I'm RPing at the moment. I could try, but it is difficult.

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@Everett - I am so highly interested in playing with you! You're style, it captured me within the first few words x3
PM me?

@Crystal - YES BABE. I WILL PM YOU ASAP.

@Mots - I like MxM :3 I only really like to RP with OCs if I can though.

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I think you and me are a lot alike. I go by West here, but I'm also really used to being called Friday, so that's cool too.

I'm open to pretty much anything in roleplay, and since I've always been interested in writing myself, I love to do it. It helps bring out my more creative side and is much funner and less stressful than trying to write actual stories on your own. I'm open to multiple characters, and pretty much any pairing between them (MxM and MxF being my most preferred, though I can play FxF). I have a high comfort zone with roleplaying- violence, smut, and the like are just parts of the game- and I try to keep up a high level in both words and quality whenever posting; my examples below do get much longer when I'm really into an RP :3

I'd be open to:
• Canine
• Human / Humanoid (Elves, centaurs, etc.)
• Anthropomorphic
• Dragons

• Post-apocalyptic - Zombies, other diseases, world-wide natural disasters. Whatever it takes to put the world in a bad enough place to be considered "apocalyptic". I haven't watched the Walking Dead, but I have watched Warm Bodies and the Maze Runner movies. I'm familiar with the terms and how to play it, I guess you could say.
• Other large-scale wars/disasters - Maybe it's not quite apocalyptic but our characters are still going through hell for some reason?
• Fantasy Worlds of any sort - this can be discussed at length (aka I don't really know what to say about it right now)

Normally I'm much better than this, but it's Monday and I've been busy since I got home from school, and before that, I'd been up since 5:30. Still pushing on. Anyhow, I guess I'll leave you with a few of my samples from my most recent/active RPs. You can respond here or in PMs, I don't mind; oh! and I'd be pretty open to trying an RP in google docs. Never done it before, but I love the heck out of docs.

Here you go:

[Pound Hounds--Created by Potato Lord]
(I'm showing both of my characters in that RP to kind of show how I can differ in character dynamics and the like... I kind of try to impress when given the chance, y'know?)
Sherlock | Male | 4 yrs. 7 m. | Belgian Malinois
Location: Bothering innocent canines | Mentions: Azura, Nadia, Pollux
Sherlock's amber gaze continued to flick between the trio, and he wasn't the least bit surprised when he heard the low warning growl from the brute behind them. His words had offended many over the course of his life, even if he wasn't always trying to be offensive. He raised his head and watched as his words had an unintended effect, all three of the dogs' expressions souring. What is it with other dogs? He thought as the young female's lips curled and she raised her chin, showing Sherlock that she did have a little spunk in her after all. They always take what I say and twist it to fit their own minds. He heard what she said of course, and only changed his expression once his legs had stopped shaking and she'd turned to leave, raising a single brow.

"Well, so much for a natural response to fear after a traumatic event. Going to have to cut back on those again," he muttered snidely to himself. At the large hound's introduction, he felt a small smirk return to his muzzle. And they're so easily offended. Just because I irritated her? Which had been an accident, in truth. Perhaps Azura had thought he'd meant she was of no use. Well, that's not what he'd meant at all; just that any help he could have needed after the earth shake couldn't have been provided by any dog, really.

At least he'd gotten their names. And... at least he'd been civil. After all, he'd hardly spoken to any canine since the loss of his partner on the job. Glancing around and not spotting any more canines of interest, the Malinois heaved a low sigh and took a few steps to check his legs, watching the three walk off. Deciding he was fine, and more than a little intrigued with the odd group, he followed after them at a slightly slower pace, making sure to stay a safe distance behind them for when they finally noticed and turned on him. They might just tell him to get lost, but if any one of them decided they wanted a piece of his flesh, he'd need plenty of time to react. He probably shouldn't have been following them on a mere whim of curiosity, but... what else was he to do, after having been set free from the pound without any friends himself?

Misha | Female | 1 yr. 9 m. | Mudi Dog
Location: Main Group | Mentions: Fringe, Junko, Bones, Ace, Helios, Jack, Jinx
After the dogs introduced themselves, Misha glanced between the two, thumping her tail against the ground twice to show her contentment. Until Junko asked her to turn away, and moved as if to aid her own recovery. "Oh, well, I..." she frowned, watched as the other female turned and suddenly snapped her leg back into place. Misha winced at the sharp cracking sound, her ears lying flat as Junko collapsed onto the ground, faint. Then the young female was on her paws, taking a few steps closer and observing the unconscious dog. She could see her heart beat and breathing against her chest and decided there was nothing they could really do for the fallen female until she woke up herself. Frowning, she stepped back towards her original place within the group, only to see they'd been joined by another three dogs. Misha's previous savior, the white and merle brute, was greeting a new-comer while the female he'd greeted earlier had joined the side of their small gathering.

The new additions had Misha taking a few more steps back, wanting to be far enough away if any confrontation happened. Normally, she wouldn't mind stepping into an argument- or even a fight-, but she was injured and all of the dogs around her were larger than her. For a minute, the Mudi seemed to hesitate and rethink her idea of joining them. But then her survival instincts kicked in and made her really think. If she befriended these dogs and proved her worth, they'd have her back in the future as well. Satisfied that she had a solid plan now, she counted the dogs around her. There were seven; eight including her. Already, they were a force to be reckoned with, even with injured members. Misha glanced towards the unconscious female near the center of the group, glancing her over with concern once more.

Hearing a dog introduce himself as Ace, Misha's ears perked and she glanced at him. "Hello, Ace. Welcome to our group, I guess," she smiled a small smile, ears twitching as she caught a few words from another new dog- Jack- and then blinked and wagged her tail towards the newest female as she nodded her own head in greeting. Feeling a sudden sensory overload with so many strangers, Misha inched back a little, ears trying to fold back again. That was when another dog approached the group, coming right up to the small grey and black dog's side. He sat down a few feet away. Not knowing what to expect from the larger brute, Misha immediately shrank a few inches, lowering her head and eyeing him wearily. "Er, no, I don't. I do know that Fringe is in charge though. He knows the plan," the female motioned with her nose towards the taller husky-mix that was still conversing with Jack. Then, sat up and turned a little, trying to keep her face towards the whole of the group, oddly calm still... but oddly paranoid, and without a viable reason in her mind.
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(And this is my beginning post to a Harry Potter RP, to show how I roleplay humans rather than dogs.)
Katherine Luvika// Feminine// 16// Gryffindor Sixth Year
The girl just couldn't calm down; her stomach was doing odd circles, and she swore it was up in her throat, above her fast thundering heart. She'd said goodbye to her parents with her brother not a half-hour ago, and here they were, on Platform 9 and 3/4, loading the train to Hogwarts. Despite all that had happened in the past two years, she was very eager to be back in the familiar hallways, practicing her magic. Despite the fact that she was carrying two large bags full of her things, she hardly felt it, even with her pale, golden owl perched on her shoulder. Without their parents there to help them, the siblings were making do. Since Katherine couldn't possibly have carried a cage with her hands full, it was tucked under her older brother's arm. And since the bird definitely wouldn't have been comfortable in said cage at this time... well, he was perched comfortably on her shoulder. But she knew he wouldn't move or really do anything that would get them in trouble; he was a fine bird.

"Harry, we're going to sit together, aren't we?" Katherine suddenly questioned, turning to glance at her brother, who was walking beside her. His feline companion, a male Savannah Cat, was collared and leashed, attached to Harry's waist. The boy's thick curls were a mess over the top of his head. The Slytherin cut her a glance and rolled his eyes. As they made their way towards the train, they scanned the surrounding area. There weren't many people here yet- a few kids were already hanging from the windows of the train, and some were mingling with friends, or saying goodbye to their families. Seeing no one of immediate interest, Katherine found an open door about halfway down the train and started towards it. Her brother, heaving his bag off of where he'd rested it against his leg, followed after her with a nearly blank expression.

"Wha-" It only took a slight misstep to send Katherine falling over her large bag, which had fallen from her hand. Castiel, her barn owl, alighted with a small, startled screech. She ended up sprawled on the floor, Castiel only landing beside her when he'd ascertained he was fine and nobody was attacking them. Harry had to set down his bags, he'd started to laugh so hard. He clutched his stomach and bent over, trying to stop, while Katherine sat up and turned to glare at him. "Oh yes, your little sister has tripped and fallen. How funny. Harry, I could have died," she continued to glare at him, but it fast became laughter as she untangled herself and got to her feet. The girl took a moment to brush the dirt from her pale green blouse; the one that "flattered her pretty green eyes" as her mother had said.

"Come on, prick," she grumbled as she tugged at the hem of her almost-knee-length black skirt, sending her brother an affectionate glance from the corner of her eyes as she righted her owl on her shoulder and took up her bags again. This time, they made it on the train together and found an empty compartment, quickly claiming it for themselves. However, they opened the window and made sure to arrange their things so that others could join them, if they pleased.

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SHERLOCK AND MISHA. I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE WEST. YOU CANT ESCAPE MY FANGIRL GAZE.


AND OMG HOGWARTS

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Heh. Sherlock Holmes and Misha Collins. Yeah, I tend to let my fangirl run loose when I'm RPing alternate universes that have never heard of these amazing people :3 I mean... why not?

If you're interested in my stuff, perhaps we should work out an RP sometime too?
I'm almost always open for one, even when I'm telling myself I should probably slow down and enjoy the nearly 5-7 that I have going right now xD

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