forum Bored as all hell borther (RP)(Closed)

Started July 15, 2019 by Deleted user

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Someone save me, please

Hi

I too am always bored and generally very active unless I have work

Dope, my frienderino. Any ideas at this moment?

I'm open for just about anything. Gay shit is good, straight shit is good, no shipping at all is good, fluff is a hell yes, and angst is good too lol

In the year 2077, Jack Harper (My character) works as a security repairman on an Earth left empty and devastated after a war with aliens. Jack has two weeks left before his mission ends and he joins his fellow survivors on a faraway colony. However, Jack's concept of reality comes crashing down after he rescues a beautiful stranger (hopefully yours imao) from a downed spacecraft. The woman's arrival triggers a chain of events that culminates in Jack's nearly single-handed battle to save mankind.

Ooo noice I'll have to come up with a good female character (I mostly have male characters despite being female myself lol. I could possibly genderbend or create an entirely new character)

I'll snag the template and my character

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Appearance:
Style:
Personality:
Fears:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Other:

Name: Jack Harper
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: He's around 6'0, but is probably on the shorter side of it. He has tanned skin from over a year on the devastated Earth, and a long scar that goes from the back of his head to the middle of his back, noticeable from the fact that his hair would never grow over it. His eyes were a sharp hazel color that would stare right through people at certain times, and his hair was a sun-bleached dirty blonde.
Style: A standard issue white military jumpsuit with a hood and cloaking device installed into it.
Personality: He is the stoic, grew-up-too-fast time of guy. He doesn't say much, so when he speaks he often commands attention. Anytime he's told to do something from someone he respects, he follows it to a T from his years as a front-line soldier.
Fears: Quiet places
Likes: Honest people and safe places
Dislikes: Aliens (duh)
Other: Both of his arms were replaced with cybernetic implants.

Alright, do you have a preference for a new character or a genderbent version of one I already have? I could describe some of my bois for you

Someone with a smartass attitude

Nathaniel is perfect. He's a tiny little 5'4 boi who wants to fite everybody to prove he's not weak basically. Sassy boi, could change his name to Natalie and make him even shorter XD

It would work, for sure

Alrighty, I'll fill out the temp

Dope

Also, Nathaniel is usually an angel with crippled wings. Is that an aspect I should keep? Not necessarily an angel, but wings (I'm fine either way)

I'd rather her just be a human

Alright, cool

Name: Natalie Toriel Windsor
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: Soft, copper colored hair that falls around the middle of her back. She's 4'9, and very light. Her eyes are hazel and seem large in comparison to her face. She has a nice, thin pear shaped figure and she has freckles and dimples, both of which she hates.
Style: Natalie likes to wear things that are form fitting and comfortable; usually a slim jacket with black yoga pants or something. When she's doing actual things like flying a spaceship, she wears a high collared leather jacket with a white, form fitting shirt underneath, paired with black skinny jeans and black boots. (Lots of black oof)
Personality: Natalie is a fighter, and she won't take shit from anyone; especially about her height. She knows how to knock you out by hitting a certain point on your jaw, so don't test her. She usually hates being carried, but sometimes makes exceptions… Since she hates her dimples, she tries her best to not smile much. Despite her tough exterior, she has very strong morals and opinions, and she tries to do what she thinks is right.
Fears: Being trapped or confined, Not having control, Being too physically weak to do something
Likes: Being independent, Flying (spaceship), Space, Exploring freely
Dislikes: Attention being drawn to her height, Generally being underestimated or undermined, Being picked up/Carried
Other: Flusters easy and is incredibly sensitive to touch

Sorry that took so long oof

(Wonderful! I already have a starter typed up)
"What a fucking mess," Jack Harper mumbled to himself.
The only reason why he did this was to try and fill up the emptiness he seemed to have walked into. The town/village thing had been raided. Hard. Like, only one or two buildings still recognizable as buildings hard. The only sound he could hear was the flaming wreckage of the hovercar that he may or may not have just wrecked into a lightpole, the rubble crunching against his boots, and the eerie wind that picked up the dust and blew it into his eyes obscenely.
"What a fucking mess," he repeated, resting a hand on his plasma pistol from a force of habit.
One of the buildings sagged under the weight of itself and fell. Well, you can't really call it falling. It was so slow it almost seemed like an apology, like a "Oh, my bad for this, but it's gotta happen." It was so slow that Jack barely blinked at it. He just continued to walk through, trying to find whatever was left of the security system and salvage the usable parts. If there were any, of course, which he highly doubted.

"Oh, shit!"
He watched as the ship came hurtling into the atmosphere, coated by a thin layer of flames as it headed straight to the ground. He felt dumbfounded, thinking for a moment, They've came back for more, shit! but soon realizing it was a human ship.
"Oh, shit!" he repeated as he realized that this downward spiral wasn't on purpose. Oh, fuck, who can survive that?
BOOM! It hit the ground so damn hard that the other building seemed to hop into the air for a moment before pitching onto its side and slapping onto the ground. He didn't even notice as he was too busy hauling ass towards the wreck, which was easily a mile or so away. If I don't get there, the Jiorg will, and that will not be good.
He was there in 15 minutes flat, huffing and heaving as he poked a head through the huge hole in the side of the spacecraft.
"Uh….hello?" Yeah, bad-ass ex-military big guy opening up with "Uh…hello?"

(Alright cool)
There seemed to be a single injured woman inside. She seemed younger than Jack, and she definitely would be attractive if it weren't for the blood seeping from the side of her head. The blood soaked into her copper hair, but despite her inconclusive injuries, her chest was rising slowly. She was breathing, however shallowly, and was somehow alive. One of her legs seemed to be trapped within the wreckage, and her arm looked like it was at least dislocated, if not fractured as well. She had several broken ribs in addition to everything else.
She'd gotten here because, simply enough, she'd lost control of her ship. Her brakes broke, and her engine faltered for only a minute, sending her plummeting towards this place. With the brakes out of commission, there was nothing she could do to prevent herself from crashing.

He took a small step inside, his foot crushing a piece of what he believed to be the navigation system but was now better suited to be a paper weight. His keen hazel eyes scanned the interior for potential threats, his hand gripping the pistol at his hip even tighter. After a few minutes of worried searching, he finally decided that there was no one hiding in the corner with a knife about to shank him in the kidney and let go of the gun, focusing in the girl crushed under what was left of the roof.
"Damn…." he said, stepping close enough to touch what had crushed the poor girl.
"I'm sorry 'bout this," Jack mumbled, crouching down and gripping the bottom of the pile of rubble, "But we gotta get you out."
With a heave and a grunt, he put his cybernetic arms to work, the veins on his neck popping with the force as he tipped most of it off of her.

Natalie luckily remained unconscious during the process, the removal of the rubble revealing just how tiny she really was. She looked like she could be in her early teen years, honestly, but her overall figure suggested she was older than that. She was only about seventy to seventy five pounds, so picking her up would be very easy. Upon closer inspection, she definitely seemed to have a few broken ribs and a rather large laceration on the side of her head. Stray strands of her rubble ridden hair fell over her face, and her jacket was torn. There was a large wound on one of her thighs that was actively bleeding as well. Without medical attention, these injuries could definitely kill her. It was clear that she needed help.