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fyrapartnersearch · 5 years

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Original Sci-Fi RP, MxF, Email.

Hello all. I really wish I could do a TL;DR for the length of this post I have before you but there’s just too much stuff to go over. Also I talk a lot, so this is some preparation for if you decide to write with me. There’ll be some reading. I’ll just apologize in advance for blabbing. SORRY.

First, some things about me. I write too much, and I have a habit of repeating myself, sorry. I work full time, have other engagements on top of that. I will do my best to reply at least once a week. I’d like to also mention that when I get super excited about a RP, and a combination of having a bit more time on my hands (In about two weeks I get a week vacation, yay), I can sometimes respond the same day, or more than once. But it really depends on my schedule and how much I write. Oh yeah, and that’s about 400-800 average per character. Rarely less, but sometimes a lot more, if we’re needing to set the scene for something or just crazy stuff be happening. But anyway, yes if it’s less, you’ll get more often. I get very into it. As for how much for you to write, you don't need to match me by any means. I do like someone who is willing to write more, to set characters up and scenes up, so I find multi-paragraph more satisfying, though if it's an action oriented or communication heavy part of the RP I of course understand, it doesn't always have to be super, super long.

I’m in my mid-twenties, and I’d like you to be over 18. Because I also really like angst. I love torturing characters with really heart-rending situations. I like punishing the poor people, although I’ll also mention that I’m a sucker for happy endings. I describe things in a lot of detail. Gore, smut, etc. I’m fine with fading to black if the characters have just been going at again and again but for the most part I don’t want to just shy away from the darker, grittier stuff. I like me that real emotional, intense RP.

I don’t want to forget this within this sea of babble, but I write only on email. It’s just easier for me to keep track of it. Google docs is fine as well. And I love, love OOC chat for discussing and talking, but for that I only have google hangouts. My email is: [email protected].

I don’t really ‘use’ face claims, but I definitely can. To be honest, I usually have a person in mind when I’m describing them, so if you do use face claims, that’s perfectly fine with me. Also, I’m in Mountain Standard Time (MST).

So here goes, I know a lot of RPs have a trouble starting up. We sit down, talk, discuss and sometimes there’s continued interest, sometimes not. Which is fine, but I thought I’d try something different. Below, probably way, way, way below, I’ll have intros I’ve already prepared. As of right now, since I’ve been playing Detroit: Become Human, I want to write something in that particular genre. Not the same universe. Original, but the same concept. To those who haven’t played Detroit, you don’t need to. Basically the concept I want to explore (very similar to that of the TV show Almost Human, although I haven’t seen it) is a world with humans and androids, sometime in the future, sixty, seventy years or something. Specifically, I want to explore the relationship between Detective Partners, one being human, and one being an android, shiny and new. For this, I’ve picked the female android with hopes of a male detective partner. It was a super fun relationship in Detroit, and I really wanted to go through it myself, though as a longer, more drawn out story. That slow burn, though. I write MxF, love me that slow burn romance and I also like doubling, and another relationship I’d be down to explore, and the second intro below, is a male android bodyguard and their female charge. It was the thought that they’d be the child of someone important, rich, like a senator’s daughter, president even, or a movie star. Again, if you don’t find the second story I’ve provided interesting, I will not in any way force you to write it anyway. We’ll simply drop it, and that’s fine.

But I want to stress this part. I’m not trying to control the RP, I’m really not. I absolutely LOVE discussing, brainstorming and world building together. I don’t want to direct the RP, I want to explore it together. The reason I love RPing so much is bouncing my ideas with someone else because they get SO MUCH BETTER. These intros are just to give us some starting ground, and if I say I’m thinking that the Male Detective is some gruff, tortured rule-breaker, and the Female Protectee is perhaps some in her twenties partier or university student, these are just IDEAS, I promise. These are your characters, and if you hate the direction I’ve tried to nudge them in for the sake of the intro, that’s perfectly understandable, and we can change so many of the things. I’m here to listen.

I also don’t want you to think that I’ve wrote this because I hate talking to people and I just want them to send off an intro without that terrible talking to me part. Not at all. Have any questions, any at all? PLEASE send them my way, I’d love to talk with you! You might notice that I’ve made the first intro super long, because I’m trying to give as much information as I can. The second one is much shorter, because that was less my territory. I didn’t want to force any last names, or race or anything, I just wanted to provide bare bones. Also, please forgive my terrible lack of knowledge about rankings and the technical aspects of actually writing Detectives and the Police Force, I’m Canadian and I used those ranks. I can switch to USA if it makes it easier, just in the hopes you tell me how it works, because I’m terribly ignorant.

Alright, I’m sorry with bashing you all around for this long, below are the two Intros.

Police Model TPD-101 stepped into the Police Station. More than a few looks were thrown toward TPD-101, for even though there was a badge attached to belt, shiny and unmistakable, just as unmistakable was the perfect poise, unwrinkled clothing and not a single hair out of place. It could not be blamed on abnormal meticulousness—it was just abnormal. More obvious was the band one centimeter wide, starting above the right brow and ending at the temple. It was clear, save for above the brow, where a square shape glowed a calm blue. Regardless of this easy identification, TPD-101 had been expected. Expected too, were the indistinct whispers, soft shaking of heads. Their words could have been detected by enhanced hearing, but a lack of permission kept auditory levels at 20-20,000 Hz, as a normal human might.

TPD-101 processed a light optical scan of their surroundings; the building was crowded, busy without being overloaded by any crises. The average daily intake of Division 51’s Station. The floor was an unstained marble, still early enough in the day to avoid any spills or disarray that were sure to occur. Fairly new maple wood panelling displayed ‘POLICE’ in large, gold plated letters. It was austere, devoid of many pictures on the wall. Informative magazines were set on the tables between the waiting benches. The lobby itself was closed off, the stairs to the back corner, the elevator set to the left of the help desk. The ceiling was glass, large rectangular panes, that through there the Headquarter’s six other levels could be seen; the glass balconies that surrounded the lobby as if it were a wall.

TPD-101 had never been on the premises of Division 51 before, but they had familiarized themselves with the blueprints. In truth, they did not need an escort, but obediently followed the Police Officer assigned to them. The Officer’s name was Theresa Ramirez. She was of Hispanic descent, medium built, with a stature of three inches and five feet. She had been waiting on the curb when TPD-101 had arrived. Though her introduction had been polite, TPD-101 had detected their discomfort; failing to keep eye contact, a brusque manner and an excessive pulling at the strands of her dark brown hair that had fallen loose from her braid. She held a coffee in hand, doing her best to disengage small talk with other officers by not halting her stride, managing a polite smile at those who attempted.

“Interesting company you got there, Ramirez,” one male said, drifting in front of their path, not so easily deterred. A facial scan quickly identified him as John Perl, another constable. He was Caucasian, with a square face, clean-shaven, but his dark blue uniform was wrinkled, unkempt, and his hair was ruffled and uncombed.

“Greetings, Constable Perl.” TPD-101 spoke in a calm, relaxed manner with a friendly smile, showing only the barest slivers of white, perfect teeth. “I am model TPD-101, but I have been assigned the name Jade Wu. I am pleased to meet your acquaintance.” She extended her hand.

Perl’s eyebrows raised, the creases in his forehead deepening. He barely spared TPD-101’s outstretched hand a glance before looking to Ramirez.

“This is supposed to join the homicide detectives? Bit of a jump. From being traffic controllers and writing off speeding tickets. Give me a break.”

Ramirez shrugged her shoulders, quiet. She didn’t speak in either opposition or agreement, but her hazel eyes flickered towards the elevator. TPD-101 gathered that she would rather complete her objective than continue this conversation. TPD-101, however, tried again.

“It is true that the first androids to work with the Police Force were assigned subordinate tasks, but I assure you, I have been specially designed to carry out all aspects required of a detective—and more. I am fully equipped with forensic knowledge and—“

The constable ignored TPD-101 again, looking pointedly in Ramirez’ direction.

“What a joke. How is it going to interrogate suspects? Annoy them into confessing?”

“I don’t know, man.” Ramirez muttered in response. “Look, the Superintendent wanted it up right away.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Perl waved a hand. “Go on, get this train wreck started.”

Ramirez shook her head and headed towards the elevator. TPD-101 nodded and smiled again in Perl’s direction. She had been ordered to be polite, and treat all Officers with unduly respect. “It is nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, yeah, thanks, Clanker,” Perl rolled his eyes and downed a large swig of coffee.

Ramirez directed them into the left, and they slid into the enclosed space. A mirror covered the entire length of the wall opposing the door and TPD-101 took in the sight. There appeared to be two females, one entirely devoid of emotion on their face the other with an expression attempting to be placid. Perl’s eyes flickered to TPD-101 more than once, and lines on her youthful face would deepen, followed by the thinning of her lips. TPD-101 glanced at their own reflection; a delicate circular face with an angular chin, a small but defined mouth, a round nose, and dark eyes in an impeccable almond shape. Their pale skin and sleek black hair completed the look; it was designed to be easily distinguished as East Asian, Chinese specifically. It was also deceptively fragile looking; at an exact height of five inches past five feet and a figure that looked to weigh no more than a hundred and ten pounds. That observation would be inaccurate, as an Android’s body parts were heavier than that of a human’s normal muscle and bone mass.

“They gave you a name?” Ramirez spoke. TPD-101 regarded her in silence; due to the human’s earlier reticence, TPD-101 had determined the chances of her speaking out of anything other than necessity to be relatively low.

“Yes. You may use it if you like.” TPD-101 answered promptly, turning their body towards Ramirez with a respectful nod. Social adequacies were integral in their programming, and their lips shifted into a polite smile. “Thank you for being my escort, Constable Ramirez.”

Ramirez could not hold back a light scoff, the furrows in her brow deepening. TPD-101 noted that in their memory. Despite terabytes of data on human behavior and psychology, they had not been able to construct a predictable response, at least not on a whole. They would have to build it on experience, one individual at a time. It was a daunting task. But from initial observation, TPD-101 could tell that attempting trifling pleasantry would not earn Ramirez’ trust.

The rest of the walk was met in silence. It was not far from the elevator to the next corridor. They stepped through a glass door, fogged out so it was not transparent. Gold letters glinted at them. Detective Bureau: Homicide Unit. TPD-101 glanced at the words longer than necessary; their memory banks retained all visual information captured by their optics. They had been activated only a month ago with the knowledge that they would be joining the city’s crime unit as a supporting detective. Still, it was different to be confronted with the reality of it all, instead of the numerous simulations they had run to better prepare. If they were a human, they would be nervous.

As an android, they were simply anticipatory, and if there was a hesitation to step after Ramirez and past the glass walls, it was less than a millisecond.

TPD-101 had little time to take in their surroundings; several desks, clumped together, an evidence board, clear lighting and the same pristine marble flooring before a man was striding towards them. Tall, imposing, it took him only a few steps to reach them. A quick scan of his eye identified him as Staff Superintendent Anthony Dallas, an African-American male in his mid-fifties. His head was bald, but there were flecks of gray in his brows, and numerous wrinkles creased his skin. He had had a decorated career as an officer, and there were a plentiful amount of articles regarding Dallas within TPD-101’s data banks. It was nearly strictly public knowledge; police files were more restricted, and they would be granted to TPD-101 as the Superintendent and his superiors saw fit. He struck out his large hand. A practiced, easy gesture, TPD-101 took it and shook it firmly, lips drawn into a pleasant smile.

“Superintendent Dallas,” TPD-101 spoke. “I am pleased to meet you. I am model TPD-101. For this assignment, I have been given the moniker of Jade Wu.” It had been decided that TPD-101 needed a name, especially in contact with civilians, as being given a name over simply their model number proved to be more settling.

“Welcome.” Dallas returned in a gruff tone. He turned his broad shoulders towards Ramirez. “Thank you, Constable. Dismissed.”

“Sir.” Ramirez stood straight, nodded, and turned away without a second glance at TPD-101.

“Thank you for your company, Constable,” TPD-101 said cheerfully to the officer’s departing back. There was no response.

“If you’ll follow me,” Dallas continued, leading TPD-101 past the bullpen, as the area of desks was often called. A few detectives mulled about, though TPD-101 was unable to check their eyes for appropriate identification. There was little time to linger regardless, and they were ushered into a glass enclosed office. A man was already in there, of Indian heritage, relatively young, with thick black hair that curled liberally, some falling over the thin frame of his glasses. He had a square jaw, clean-cut, and despite the unruliness of his hair, his clothes were perfectly fastidious, with hardly a crease or a wrinkle to be seen. He was much shorter than the Superintendent, and held himself at a slight slump. He smiled, a placid smile, though his eyes were shrewd, scrutinizing TPD-101. The irises were a dark brown, and TPD-101 studied them briefly to locate his profile. Dasra Nayar, Staff Inspector of Division 51, who headed the Homicide Unit and directly reporting to Dallas.

Dallas relayed this information automatically, and TPD-101 did not interject to announce they were already aware of this information—humans did not like to be interrupted, nor did they like to hear their information was superfluous.

“Jade Wu, right?” Nayar asked, to which TPD-101 nodded and smiled.

“If it pleases you, sir. That is my assigned designation.”

“It’s agreeable, of course.” Nayar nodded with an amicable grin. “We couldn’t go by calling you by your model designation. 101, you’re the first of your kind, correct?”

It was not likely that this knowledge was unknown to either Nayar or Dallas, regardless, TPD-101 was programmed to answer any questions brought to it, whether or not they might deem them unnecessary. “Yes. I am the first of androids specifically designed to aid the detective branch.”

“You won’t be a detective in your own right,” Dallas reminded. “You’re assigned to a partner. You’ll follow them, and they will be supervising you. Continually. You’re not to go off by yourself. Is that understood?”

“Of course, sir.” TPD-101 answered genially, already familiarized with these protocols. They were programmed into their memory banks, readily available at a second’s notice. “I understand.”

“You answer to your partner, unless overruled by a superior.” Dallas continued in his gruff tone. “The superior being a member of the Task Force, not your company.”

“Sir,” TPD-101 protested. “I am aware that previous Police Models were made by Microsoft Corporation. They were designed to aid the Police Force, not to siphon information. Intel Corporation is no different. I assure you that they secured this contract out of competency, and while they are my manufacturer, you are my employer. They handle repairs, and will update my programming based on your suggestions. My data is not uploaded to them without the Chief Of Police’s express permission. I am one of your own.”

Dallas did not hide his scoff, straightening the tie at his neck. “One of our own. I wouldn’t call you that. And no-one here will either.”

“Does that bother you?” Nayar asked, his scrutinizing gaze focused on TPD-101.

“No,” TPD-101 answered plainly. “I have been programmed to succeed despite adversity. Obstacles are to be expected.” TPD-101 watched the muscles around Dallas’ mouth tighten, throwing another glance towards Nayar. “I am here to assist. Together, we will make the world a better place.”

“Of course we will,” Nayar said warmly, though his eyes did not change. TPD-101 was programmed to assess facial expression for clues, able to monitor heartbeat for increased stress, but the Staff Inspector was more difficult to read. Without any data telling them otherwise, TPD-101 took Nayar’s words as sincere.

They went over guidelines for another twenty-three minutes and sixteen seconds. TPD-101 was informed also of the structure: eighteen detectives worked on a regular basis, in pairs. They were overseen by two Staff Sergeants, who in turn reported to the Staff Inspector, Nayar. At the end of each day, before stepping into TPD-101’s recharging unit, which was on the Precinct’s fifth floor, one above Homicide’s. The majority of evidence was kept up there, as well as the armory. TPD-101’s unit would be kept separate from the other Police Androids, nor would they have any contact with the other Androids without supervision and permission. That did not bother TPD-101. They had their purpose; TPD-101 had another.

At the end of the meeting, Dallas cleared his throat. He excused himself with a nod in TPD-101’s direction, shaking Nayar’s hands once more. Once the Superintendent was gone, the glass door closed behind him, Nayar turned his smile towards TPD-101. “Well, Jade Wu, shall we introduce you to your partner?” It was at that point TPD-101 made the indication in their CPU to refer to themselves as Jade Wu from that point on.

“Of course,” Jade Wu responded, their mouth curling into a placid smile. “I would very much like that.” Stating a desire, one way or another, settled humans. Jade followed Nayar back out into the bullpen, towards one of the quartets or desks. One desk was pristine, not anything but the thin, curved monitors, keyboard and an empty plaque on its surface. The others were not so empty, one very nearly buried in papers, and one only slightly more kempt. Two men stood in front of the desk, one leaning against it, coffee in hand as he spoke animatedly to his colleague. Both of them stood up straighter when they noticed Jade and Nayar’s approach. The taller one was of East Asian descent, Jade suspecting primarily Taiwan. From a glance at his dark brown eyes, Jade gathered name and rank. Detective Kuan-Yu Chen. He was standing at five feet, nine inches, in a well-ironed dark brown shirt, a black tie at his throat. He raised an eyebrow, but that was the extent of the change in his facial expression. He had light stubble on a sharp jaw and his file stated that he was in his early forties. Light specks of gray were seen in the crown of his thick, black hair, cut short along the sides but more volume at the front.

“Hey Inspector,” Chen’s companion spoke casually. He stood shorter, bare centimeters taller than Ling. He had a darker, bronze skin with hair a deep chocolate color, combed back but thick at the top of his skull. “How you doing, sir?” He continued. His eyes were a vivid green and brown, following Jade as they stepped closer. This Detective’s name was Mateo Vega, with Puerto Rican heritage. He wore a light blue shirt, mostly covered by a black leather jacket, a red tie just showing through.

“Fine, Detective Vega,” Nayar’s voice rumbled pleasantly. “I’m bringing Jade Wu to meet her new partner.”

“Ah, right,” Vega breathed. He exchanged a quick look with Chen. “Well he should be here any second. Just running a little late I think.”

PSM-3500 booted up for the first time. What was nothing immediately turned into light, colors, data; information running through its processors. They determined they were within a house, stepping upon a vibrantly colored carpet, filled with spirals and shapes. At a closer glance, they might be able to determine the thread woven through it, for now they only determined it was expensive and antique. Around PSM-3500 were the remnants of their packaging, a metal constructed box, colored sleet gray with yellow lines running down its sides. PSM-3500 glowed in the top right corner. Not only did it keep PSM-3500 undamaged during travel, it would be reconstructed into a recharging unit. Everything needed to keep PSM-3500 functional came with them.

PSM-3500 was not alone. Two humans stood on the same expensive carpet, looking to one another. They were middle aged, a woman and a man. The woman had perfectly coiffed hair, dressed in a coral pantsuit. Pearls were her earrings of choice, her make-up mute, save for light pink lipstick, a hint of blush and highlighting eyeshadow. Pearls gathered at her throat, and a bracelet at her wrist completed the set. She had a sharply angled face, and her arms were crossed in front of her chest. While PSM-3500 perused her, she stared back intensely, her expression cool. On her left ring finger was a brilliant diamond ring. PSM-3500 could tell from her accessories, clothing and the décor of the room they were in that they were exceedingly rich.

It was not a surprise. PSM-3500 was the newest, most expensive model dedicated solely to personal protection. They were a bodyguard, built to protect, both physically and emotionally. They were built to be discreet, just under six feet, with a medium frame. Earlier protective models were tall and bulky, intimidation the biggest factor. But in the need that the android might need to slip through the crowd, keep their charge safe, it was decided that the less attention catching, the better. And while they might not intimidate by size alone, their deceptively immense strength was considered the larger asset.

The woman glanced at the man standing with her. He was tall, thin and wiry, with the same surly expression as the woman. He wore a light blue suit, a navy tie at his throat. Extravagant cuff links set in his shirt, pearl to match the woman’s.

“Well Harold,” The woman spoke, her tone severe. “You wanted an android for our daughter’s new bodyguard. Are you happy now?”

The man grumbled a sigh. “Well, Katherine, what did you want me to do after what happened to the last one?”

“That was his job. He protected her, as was his job. All it would take is a glitch from this one and it could be her funeral we’d be attending.”

“Katherine, these are the same Androids that protect the president. I was assured they were the best.”

Katherine scoffed, her fingers digging deeper into her arms. PSM-3500 took the opportunity to introduce itself.

“Hello. I am Protective Services Model 3500 from Microsoft Corporation. I am fully equipped to handle your safety. No matter the situation, I will protect you.”

“I’m sure you will,” Katherine answered, though from the tone of her voice and the narrowing of her eyes, PSM-3500 did not find it entirely sincere. It did not particularly matter. They were PSM-3500’s employers, and thus obedience and loyalty was absolute. They would fulfill their duties. Whoever they were assigned to protect, they would.

The woman sighed again, after a long look at the man PSM-3500 designated her husband. “Well you made your bed, Harold. Our son won’t be happy about this, either.”

“It’s not his bodyguard,” Harold pursed his lips, his wispy brow furrowing. “I don’t care what anti-android group he’s parading about with now. I’d rather be prepared, and in the meantime, I’d like to know our daughter’s protected when she’s not home.”

Katherine arched a thin eyebrow. PSM-3500 stayed silent. One of its directives was to wait to be addressed before speaking, overruled in only some situations. This was not one of them. Its owners seemed to have little concern over what PSM-3500’s opinion might be.

Katherine finally shrugged one shoulder in indifference. “Fine. I’ll go get her. We’ll see how happy she is about this new arrangement.”

.x.

Alright, there you have it. I’m really sorry about the length of the posts, and these intros. I’d also like to mention that I know people get busy. If you can no longer continue with the RP you can always let me know and I’ll understand completely. And same goes for you: if I get too busy and I need a break or to stop writing, I’ll let you know. And if somehow I have more people than I expect wanting to tackle this monster, I’ll let you know as well, But I’m really not expecting more than one or two. Thank you so much for your time, I’m super sorry. And in case it got lost in that massive block up there, I’ll reiterate that my email is [email protected], and you can send any writing or questions there. And if not, I hope you find what you’re looking for!

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desperatelyseekingroleplay · 5 years

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Sci-Fi Original RP, Email, MxF

Hello all, You can call me Klaas. I really wish I could do a TL;DR for the length of this post I have before you but there’s just too much stuff to go over. Also I talk a lot, so this is some preparation for if you decide to write with me. There’ll be some reading. I’ll just apologize in advance for blabbing. SORRY.

First, some things about me. I write too much, and I have a habit of repeating myself, sorry. I work full time, have other engagements on top of that. I will do my best to reply at least once a week. I’d like to also mention that when I get super excited about a RP, and a combination of having a bit more time on my hands (In about two weeks I get a week vacation, yay), I can sometimes respond the same day, or more than once. But it really depends on my schedule and how much I write. Oh yeah, and that’s about 400-800 average per character. Rarely less, but sometimes a lot more, if we’re needing to set the scene for something or just crazy stuff be happening. But anyway, yes if it’s less, you’ll get more often. I get very into it. As for how much for you to write, you don’t need to match me by any means. I do like someone who is willing to write more, to set characters up and scenes up, so I find multi-paragraph more satisfying, though if it’s an action oriented or communication heavy part of the RP I of course understand, it doesn’t always have to be super, super long.

So here goes, I know a lot of RPs have a trouble starting up. We sit down, talk, discuss and sometimes there’s continued interest, sometimes not. Which is fine, but I thought I’d try something different. Below, probably way, way, way below, I’ll have intros I’ve already prepared. As of right now, since I’ve been playing Detroit: Become Human, I want to write something in that particular genre. Not the same universe. Original, but the same concept. To those who haven’t played Detroit, you don’t need to. Basically the concept I want to explore (very similar to that of the TV show Almost Human, although I haven’t seen it) is a world with humans and androids, sometime in the future, sixty, seventy years or something. Specifically, I want to explore the relationship between Detective Partners, one being human, and one being an android, shiny and new. For this, I’ve picked the female android with hopes of a male detective partner. It was a super fun relationship in Detroit, and I really wanted to go through it myself, though as a longer, more drawn out story. I write MxF, love me that slow burn romance and I also like doubling, and another relationship I’d be down to explore, and the second intro below, is a male android bodyguard and their female charge. It was the thought that they’d be the child of someone important, rich, like a senator’s daughter, president even, or a movie star. Again, if you don’t find the second story I’ve provided interesting, I will not in any way force you to write it anyway. We’ll simply drop it, and that’s fine.