These are any and all starters for the rp's that I like. As I think of more and feel like it, I will add more. if you like one, just send me a response. If you don't like any, send me one of your starters (I'm open to try anything once). If you don' have any starters, send me a pm anyway and we can brain storm ideas.
Lost World (I was hoping he discovers some kind of lost society, fantasy is always suggested)
James Larson awoke with a start to a blaring alarm clock inches from his head. He groaned as he rolled out of his cramped little bed aboard the little charter ship off the coast of Brazil. He took a quick shower before dressing in a light tank top and a pair of cargo shorts. Once he laced on his hiking boots he head up onto the deck of the ship. They were now moving up an unnamed river hidden at the bottom of two cliffs, the ocean had been left far behind them during the night. Excitement started to fill him as he knew that he was heading into some of the last uncharted territory in the world. A discovery now could launch his career into the scientific community.
He spent the remaining hours of his trip preparing his pack and made sure he had everything he could possibly need to survive in the wilderness. He had a satellite radio that he could use to summon the ship back at anytime and a hunting rifle with enough ammo to hunt for months and provisions to prevent the need for about a week. He hoisted his pack and said goodbye to the crew before disembarking on a small gravel beach. From there he started the steep climb to the cliff above. Once he reached the top he saw he was at the beginning of a large rain forest. Deciding to follow the river her set off into the jungle.
Hunter
Kiba stopped slightly as he walked through the forest. He looked up in time to see a colorful bird flying towards him. Like all elves his blood was rich with magic, but he always had an affinity for birds. He used them to track game as he hunted for his village. The bird alighted on his arm and warned him that he was entering the territory of a fierce creature. A smile spread across his face he sent the bird on his way. He readied his bow and notched an arrow. Along with the need for food he hunted for the glory of killing a fierce beast.
Boy next door (I would prefer you play both the mother and daughter, but either or is fine as well.)
Jack Larson sighed as the alarm clock blared a few inches from his ear. With a grunt he turned it off and climbed out of bed. He was a college student, having just turned 21, he was living on his own in an apartment complex. He normally wouldn't have set an alarm today because he didn't have class, but his neighbor had asked him to help her fix one of her appliances, and since he was an engineering student, he normally had no problems with that. The only thing that struck him was strange was that everything seemed to be braking over in her apartment and he had been spending an unusual amount of time there. He didn't mind because both the mother and her daughter were extremely hot and very kind to him. After a quick shower he got dressed in a pair of beat up jeans and a white t-shirt before he left his home and knocked on his neighbors door.
Zombie Apocalypse
It had been nearly three month's since the out break. A government facility in the Midwest had been developing a virus, one that would cause the enemy to turn on their comrades. Their test worked too well, not only killing the subjects but turning them into blood thirsty savages that only searched for more food. The worlds first Zombies had been created. As expected everything went wrong and the test subjects escaped into the general public. Each day more and more became infected until the living were outnumbered several thousands to one.
Jack Larson sighed as he pushed himself from underneath his pride and joy. He brushed the lank locks of jet black hair away from his icy blue eyes. He was around 21, having been an engineering student at NYU before the outbreak. He had always been an engineering prodigy and he thought it was for that reason that he was still alive. He had made his base camp in a hotel overlooking Times Square. He had reinforced up to the third story so that the only way in was through the under ground parking deck, which only entrance was heavily protected and reinforced. That's where he was now, in his own private garage in the corner of the parking deck. He had outfitted the 2011 ford mustang he stole from a dealership and had outfitted it with thick plating and a number of weapons. On the inside the only seat that remained was his own, the rest being open in order to maximize space for others. He had rescued about fifty people so far, all of them living in the hotel above and all of them older than him. There weren't even any children, as they were so rare due to their inability to outrun a sprinting zombie.. Jack ran over all his cars defensive systems one more time before he pulled out onto the street.
*CRAVING*
Time Travel (He was attacked by a weeping angel and wakes up in the past, you can choose which time period. Although, the farther back the better.)
Jack Larson was a college student in the year 2010. He had just finished high school and was half way through his first semester to become an engineer. Not that he needed a degree, he could make just about anything from just about anything. Like most college students he dressed radically, covered in chains along with a piercing through his right eyebrow. School was good, he had an active social life and he was living in a well furnished dorm room with his rich cousin. Life was perfect in the year 2010. Little did he know his life was going to change forever.
The day his life changed it had started as a normal day. He had woken up early, gone to classes all day, hung out with his friends, and went out partying that night. At around two in the morning he had staggered home, taking a short cut through a back alley. He thought he was alone until he saw a young woman standing in the shadows covering her face. He crept closer and not until he was about a foot away that he realized that it was a statue of a woman. He sighed and turned his back on the statue, "I got to stop drinking so much, I'm losing touch with reality..." At that moment he felt a cold hand on the back of his neck and everything went black.
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Mistress/Slave
Kiba kurusaki was a wolf demon, young for demons he looked as if he was 19, when in reality he had lived in the forests for the past two centuries. He was currently hunting, his body bare. He leap from branch to branch, his jet black tail trailing behind him. His white tipped ears, sprouting from his messy fly away hair. He landed on a branch over a herd of deer and received a surprising shock. He fell the thirty feet and hit it hard, thankfully the tranquilizer knocked him out as he fell.
He awoke what seemed like days later trapped in a steel cage. he look to around to see himself in what seemed to be a giant warehouse. "ah crap..." he said brushing his hair out of his shockingly blue eyes. "I've been put on sale." He hit his head on the bar behind him, vaguely noticing that he was now clad in a pair of plain black boxers and a leather collar strapped around his neck
Bounty hunter/hunted
(Knowing the maximum ride series would help, but is not necessary)
Blade froze as he picked up the sounds of animals running through the forest. He normally didn't take it that serious, but he had been hunted for the past week by a ruthless bounty hunter. He was a genetic experiment, created by the school in Sacramento California. He had escaped a year ago and ever since had tried to kill him. They had now resorted to putting a price on his head, thus the reason he was being chased. He ran through the forest, jumping over underbrush. He now only heard the bound of his heart beating and his ragged breathing. He looked over his shoulder to see the forest moving behind him. He hit a small clearing on the edge of a cliff. He skidded to a stop and looked back over his shoulder.
Ninja rp
Kiba Kurusaki leaned against the trunk of a tree along the main road to Konoha. He was a Jonin in the village and like every Jonin he was placed on guard duty along the perimeter of the village. He was bored out of his mind as his crimson eyes looked out over the horizon. He brushed his fire red hair out of his eyes. As part of the Kurusaki clan he possessed the unique attribute that turned his chakra into fire whenever it is in the pressence of oxygen. Besides his chakra he was a weapon specialist. Across his back were two long katana's, along his legs and arms were pouches filled with his special brand of shuriken, kunei knifes, and bukai needles. Across his chest were several scrolls in poaches filled with summoning scrolls. The glint of his shinobi headband glinted off the sunlight from where it was tied around his left bicep.
Pokemon
Jack sighed and relaxed in the middle of a clearing deep in the forest. He lounged in the shade of an oak tree. He had spent all morning training in that field and was taking a well earned brake. He leaned against the side of his Arcanine, his Absol laying along side him. He looked out into the distance where his Hitmonlee and Scizor were sparring, having not gotten enough from the days training. His Alakazam was hover six feet of the ground in a meditative state not to far away and his beautiful Dragonite soared through the couds enjoying this amazing day. He closed his icy blue eyes and started to drift off for a quick nap, loving everything about this perfect day.
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