barbermonger: a one on one roleplay search forum


BARBERMONGER is a site designed to help roleplayers find other roleplayers, specifically one-on-one roleplayers, as opposed to larger roleplay games. Functioning like a pinboard, BARBERMONGER allows users to create advertisements, bump advertisements, and respond to other advertisements, without requiring them to register an account. However, registering an account will allow you to edit your posts, find your own topics, and use the private messaging system.



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Sep 6 2014, 11:38 PM
In the far future, humanity has achieved a long sought dream: ships capable of simulating Earth's gravity and atmosphere well enough to live on, even allowing people to be born aboard them while they were in space. Luxury cruise ships were the first implementation of these for the public, all previous iterations being military ships.

Celebration over this huge leap forward in technology were short lived, however. From an unknown point in space, a huge, badly damaged ship--seemingly of alien design--suddenly jumped through what looked like a wormhole, dangerously close to the sun. The ship had barely started to exit into space before the sun itself started to get "eaten" by the hole next to it, and by the time the huge vessel was clear Earth's star had been completely swallowed.

Many military ships, as well as a few civilian cruisers, were in space at the time, well within visual range of the sun (they rarely strayed too far). By the time they knew what was happening Earth had already been sent on a trajectory out into empty space, and all the ships could do was follow it. Two smaller military vessels stayed behind to investigate the alien ship. There has yet to be any word of their fate, or what they found.

The ships followed Earth for its entire journey. Few vessels were equipped to land on it to pick up civilians stuck on the stray planet; fewer still could do so as it froze. Of the population left, most managed to make it underground. Until Earth eventually thaws there would be no way of knowing if they survived. It took thousands of years before things changed. Many human generations were born and grew up without ever setting foot on their home planet.

Eventually it was discovered that Earth's path would be intercepted by a star, orbited by only four other planets. One was in the "Goldilocks zone," the region of a star within which a planet could support liquid water, given the right atmosphere. Earth fell into a safe orbit around the star--a wonderful development for humanity, even if it would be quite some time yet before it thawed out and there was no telling if it would regain a habitable atmosphere.


She'd spent her entire life on a ship.

Earlier in humanity's history, such a thing would have been impossible. Being born in space would have come with no small number of complications, and who knew what a person living entirely in zero gravity would have been like. These questions never got an answer; instead, humanity built ships that could simulate Earth's gravity, and protect people from the dangers of space. These ships were luxuries, and while Siomae had been born in such a place, it was the military ships--the sterile, almost lonely environment--where she'd grown up and been trained. She was one of the many who had never set foot on Earth, and more than likely never would.

She came from a military family that took quite a bit of pride in the medals they'd earned and the feats they'd achieved. It was difficult for her to keep from wanting something else for herself, but would have been that much harder to deny the future her parents had already planned for her. Especially when it was impossible to run away. So instead of trying to argue, she did what she was told--this turned out to be an invaluable trait during her service, at least.

Her ship was the smallest of the fleet, and even so they hadn't given her a full crew. Only the essentials, they'd said, and people can do double duty if it came down to it. Even out in space, long generations after the sun's untimely demise, bureaucrats were still assholes. It was something all soldiers learned to deal with--or, at the very least, not complain openly about. Not in the presence of the people that paid them, anyway. She ran a tight ship and her crew second-guessed her orders or authority at their own risk. She was a tall, broad-shouldered woman, built like one would expect a soldier to be, despite not having seen real combat throughout her military career. Intimidation was easy for her even among other military personnel.

Her ship was the closest to Earth, being faster than the bigger, heavier varieties also in pursuit of the planet. It meant little, considering the sheer speed at which it was traveling, but for her and her crew it meant they were the first to detect the star in Earth's path. Well before it was in visual range, it was picked up by their equipment. Before they ever got a glimpse of its four planets, their navigator noted the slight deviation in Earth's course as it gradually fell into orbit.

The planet was safe, orbiting in a fairly optimal zone without being on a collision course with the other planets. It was remarkable, but not a guaranteed win for humanity. It would still be a long time before Earth thawed, and there would be no telling how long it would take to become habitable once more. While it was difficult to admit, even after these small victories, they weren't home free just yet.

So it was that Siomae received orders, instructing her to take as many soldiers as she had available to the surface of the planet most likely to sustain life. They'd dubbed it “Goldilocks,” after the colloquial name for the zone its orbit inhabited, the one area around a star that was the best for sustaining life as humans knew it. There were no guarantees; she knew as much, as did her crew, and she suspected so did everyone else. That didn't take away the fact there was still hope. Besides her soldiers, she'd be the first to set foot on this alien planet. That was both exhilarating and terribly daunting.

She let out a quiet breath, almost a sigh, as one of the soldiers approached her. The short, stocky man was a pain in her ass, and had been since he'd joined her crew. Someone somewhere had wanted to get rid of him. They'd burdened her with this layabout who didn't know how to take orders like a soldier should. She'd come so close to cutting off his damn stupid rat-tail hair so many times she'd lost count.

"So what's the deal with this mission, Cap'n?" Siomae didn't look at him, only narrowed her eye slightly and clasped her hands together behind her back more tightly.

"I've told you all I'm allowed to, soldier."

"Yeah, yeah, need t' know basis, I getcha." Abigaile King was a middle-aged man from an Australian family who, despite his years of training, managed to stay slightly portly. "But what do we even know 'bout this planet?"

"Shut your insufferable trap and get the rest of your suit on." Her patience was too low for this today. She moved past Abigaile briskly, going to her locker to get suited up herself. This was the first real mission her crew had had in years, there was no way she wouldn't be there to make sure things ran smoothly. "Double time, everyone! I want you good-for-nothing lumps ready in ten minutes or less!"
Sep 6 2014, 11:23 PM
Jean could never quite get used to the cheap-ass beer in this place. It almost wasn't beer, really, and sometimes she genuinely wondered if it was just that the employees here had found a clever way to re-seal bottles after pissing in them. She wouldn't put it past them; they were about as smart and mature as the drunks they served.

She'd been coming to this bar in the shady part of town for about as long as she'd been living here. It wasn't so much a matter of choice as a lack thereof. She couldn't afford to drink herself stupid anywhere but the one place where they sold pints for about a buck apiece. The only thing worse than the alcohol in this place was that she genuinely couldn't afford better.

Compared to most of the people in the bar, Jean stuck out quite distinctly. The shocking shade of orange that was her hair was part of it, but the other was her stature. Short and wiry, with a slight stockiness but the build of a boxer who didn't ever get enough to eat to build better muscles. She was more slight than a lot of the beer-gutted assholes in the bar, but that only meant that people underestimated how hard she could hit.

The most arduous thing about being around people wasn't that they thought they could beat her up (though that was pretty high on her list of grievances about social interaction). It was that she really didn't have what it took to pass effectively. Despite her more slender build, her jaw was too square and her chest was too flat and she didn't have the right curves in the right places. She'd gotten used to people identifying her incorrectly; what really got under her skin was people who thought they knew better than she did what she was.

That was the crux of why she was sitting all the way at the back of the bar, in a corner alone where only the people drunk enough to pass out ended up. She was huddled on a corner bench with her feet propped on its edge, knees up near her chest, beer bottle resting between her palms. It wasn't quieter here because the entire bar was loud, but it was darker and she felt that much more secure for how isolated it seemed--in much the same way that she felt slightly less insecure wearing her baggy clothes.

The bar was a bit quieter than usual tonight. Maybe because it was the first of the month and most people were trying to scrounge up the cash to pay their landlord instead of the bartender. As for Jean, well, she was late a payment anyway, so it wasn't as though she could scrounge up what she needed for even the one sum of rent anyway.

She'd wasted her "spending cash" (also known as food money) on beer this time, and she was sure she'd only regret it once the hangover kicked in.
Sep 3 2014, 09:29 AM
heyo barbermonger... ers? eh, whatever you prefer to be called.

i'm in need of some rp, and while i'd really like to do a long-term group thing, one-on-ones are fine too.

i am super flaky about one-on-one rps, through no fault of the other person. i just have a hard time keeping interest in my own characters sometimes. if you wanna rp with me you're going to have to be okay with retcons, dropped characters and even dropped rps. it is likely, however, that despite dropping an rp i'll still want to work something out with you, especially if i really like your character(s)!

i have a really bad habit of not replying without warning when i stop caring about an rp. it's not something i'm proud of and i know it's shitty for the other person. i want to try and be better about calling off rps without vanishing but i'm really socially awkward even on the internet so please try not to take it too personal if i do vanish on you. i'm working on it, but i can't be pushed into suddenly changing. sorry. ):

if this is all okay to you, then read on for what i rp!

  • modern/contemporary (20's - present)
  • fantasy (modern or not-so-modern)
  • sci-fi
(these are the genres i have the most characters for, but feel free to ask about others/suggest something! i have a ton of characters)

  • mass effect
  • elder scrolls
  • fallout (3 or new vegas)
I WILL NOT RP CANON CHARACTERS unless they're needed for plot/as side characters
this is non-negotiable. i've listed these only because i have characters within these universes.

romance is fine if it happens naturally, but please don't make it the goal of character interactions. i really can't stand that sort of thing. you need to be okay with our characters not getting along at all if that's how things go.

WHERE TO FIND ME/MY CHARACTERSi think that should about cover it! any questions, feel free to ask. please pm me if you're interested, and if things go well i'll give you another way to contact me (i don't want random people messaging me on aim or what have you).

i'm cool with role playing over email, aim, skype, or on here~
Sep 2 2014, 04:47 PM
UUUHHH yeah so i've been wanting to rp lately but don't really have the time for something that isn't long term/continued over the course of days (thanks to school).

i used to have an account here (that's why i've returned) but i've completely forgotten what my username was--felt like starting fresh anyway.

i've gone by a few names that i'll list here in case anyone knows me: shirt, saluraropicrusa, and most recently, mun. i've been role playing since i was 10-11 years old (on neopets hhhhahaha) but for some time haven't had the opportunity to do so.

sssooooo, hello! i don't have a whole lot of experience with this place but i will learn!
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