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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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Location: Denton, TX
Born: 6 January 1999
Dressage and other equestrian focuses, the Elder Scrolls, writing, long walks by the beach and cats. TV show interests include but are not limited to: South Park, It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia, The Office, Bojack Horseman and Brooklyn Nine-Nine. Super big fan of airplanes and history. A wannabe actress just dying to star in a Moulin Rouge! production someday.
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Yesterday at 05:48 am
it drives me up the wall how it can feel like pulling teeth trying to get somebody to tell me what they're looking for when they contact me on discord......... it's like, ok yeah, it's a messenger app, but that doesn't mean that we can just chat uselessly and you can dodge the question "what are you looking for/what are you preferences and writing style? five hundred times. most of the time when someone does that it ends up being something completely not on my list/against my post and i really don't want to be rude or short with everyone who does it for that reason but i hate it when my time is wasted and when i get initially excited about a contact request over what turns out to be nothing!
May 25 2018, 01:56 AM
In the cold lands of Skyrim, specifically in the northwest corner above Solitude, Cirion was very deeply despised by a large number of people, and it was the first time in his life that he had been significant enough to experience such a thing. As a Thalmor officer being fondled for the promise of a promotion to Justiciar, he was very constantly tossed from supervisor to supervisor, being plucked out of the crowds of his more enthusiastic peers to do the juicy tasks. Torturing a rebel worshipper until blood pooled on the dirt floor and his body slacked into the binds, going on a manhunt along the iced shores of the Sea of Ghosts and not feeling his toes for a week after his return, attending hushed, tense meetings with General Tullius and his Imperial devotees in Castle Dour discussing battle strategies and the ever-suffering limitations, at least at the Empire's expense, of the White-Gold Concordat. A treaty which was beginning to blur in his memory. He had never been one for memorizing texts, but the contents of the pact were sealed only into his memory by a chorus of harsh, quiet retorts by merchants and innkeepers, by the blood-gurgling cries of men, trembling within iron binds and staring hatefully at him through bloodshot eyes.

It wasn't as if he didn't feel dutiful to the Dominion, to his origins on the Isles. He was blessed to be gifted into the mer race of golden skin and tall bodies, the superior ones –– closest to the Aedra, supposedly superior in intellect and all other aspects too. He was, perhaps, just not a man of passion. He had never been. Life was dull, and no amount of slashing throats or drinking spiced wine with rulers or shooting fire from his fingertips would change it.

There was something about his assignment, however, something strange and absorbing about the land of Skyrim that he had never paid attention to until he arrived six months earlier. It was during his solo trek back to his station at the Embassy that he first became aware of this inconvenient interest of his. He was new, a young and gangly thing compared to the tight lips and smooth crow-feet eye creases of his betters. Bright eyed and perhaps still naive in the more important aspects of his life –– was that what it all was? Was that the cause of his fascination with the peaceful farmers quietly leading cows to their disadvantageous death at the hands of giants? Was his youth and inexperience the reason his hands trembled as dragons tore through the skies above while quiet, growing whispers sung of something called 'Dragonborn'? "He's going to save us from the World-Eater!" The farmer would declare to Cirion, temporarily blind to his race due to his inane joy of some old Nordic myth, slapping a bottle of Honningbrew into his hand and giving him a startling pat on his back. "Talos guide you!"

Something that was becoming most glaringly obvious was that, despite the snickering of his peers, the Dragonborn was not some stupid sort of Stormcloak spook tale. It was a real thing –– he was a real thing –– and the rumors became facts while Cirion grew even more restless. He figured that it was his disinterested demeanor that had lead him to his position in the first place. Somehow he seemed a more worthy candidate than the myriads of die-hards trembling with excitement and bloodthirst. Nobody wanted a bootlicker.

What would he do? How could he explore this new exciting realm of culture and people without betraying the very cause he had been born to defend? He figured he had been born into the wrong race, into the wrong era. The wrong something. The wrong family, perhaps, as blasphemous as it was to even entertain such a thing in the privacy of his own mind. These new, sinful improprieties of his did little to change his performance in ways that would arouse suspicion. Yet, still, his anxiety had begun to grow. It was only a matter of time before he screwed something up. The only solution was to ignore his growing fondness altogether. To whip it as harshly as he had been taught to whip the insurgent beasts who dared believe differently than his ruler.

Elenwyn's party –– that party –– was the third of its kind which Cirion had attended so far and, in its beginning, nothing particularly interesting or special. He stood amongst jarls and nobles, most of whom were either quietly avoiding him as well as his associates or smiling at him in a way that caused him to quietly avoid them, forcing small talk with the Jarl of Falkreath and matron of Riften about insignificant, dull things such as the taste of the bland Arenthian red wine or the 'lovely' weather that had accompanied either individual on their carriage ride up to the Embassy. He was sure that it would become comfortably crowded before too long, always with the same faces.

Except for one face. He didn't notice the man when he walked in. He was sure that he had been there for at least a few minutes before Cirion even grew aware of his presence, but when he finally glimpsed at him the interest was like a bug, itching at him at some indiscernible location at the edge of his pointed ears, pestering him quietly to look again, talk to him –– to do nothing in particular, to just think about the odd way he filtered through the guests, or the look he shared with the bosmer who was tending the bar. It was strictly none of Cirion's business, and it shouldn't be his interest either. His instincts were on alert nonetheless, and he wasn't sure if it was because he just knew there was something about the stranger that didn't quite fit or because he piqued the elf's interest in an embarrassing, childlike manner. After a while of forcing a blasé outlook on the whole thing, Cirion allowed himself to peak at him subtly, down his nose, just one more time because to be quite frank he was not that terribly hard to look at –– and to his absolute horror it was at that very exact moment that fate decided their eyes must meet.
May 24 2018, 01:10 PM
i. introduction && writing style

i could go on and on here but nobody needs that, right? my name's emmalee, i'm in my early twenties. i'm from rural north texas, i work thirty hours a week at panda express and go to school full time. i also have multiple little hobbies and social commitments so i'm not going to be attached by the hip to my laptop but i'm online enough to make a few posts a day.

my writing style is as follows: literate, third-person, and past/present tense. sometimes i subconsciously switch between the two. i have a growing preference for present tense but that doesn't really mean anything to me and you definitely don't have to pay any mind to it if you're more comfortable with the former.

my interest is almost exclusively m//. do not contact me for m/f unless you are very enthusiastically willing to actually write a rounded character.
  i'm tired of the theme of getting contacted by people who "only write as female" just for them to have the most terribly uninteresting, flat self-insert characters. i know this sounds a little harsh but i'm growing more than a little impatient with it. it needs to be an rp we both enjoy. to those who are looking for that sort of thing –– good luck with your search, we are looking for two very different things.

ii. what i'm looking for in a partner

➺ somebody who is not younger than 18. sorry, don't wanna feel like a creep.
➺ somebody who is acceptably literate and writes in third-person and more than like, two paragraphs. i just like description, what can i say? if you're giving me the bare minimum in your responses my interest just tends to diminish.
➺ somebody who does NOT only play one gender or 'bedroom role'. sorry.
➺ somebody with enough availability to make one post every 2-3 days at the least, while remaining reasonable enough to not spam me with 20+ messages in three hours if i suddenly get up from my desk for whatever reason. (not to sound like a bitch, i've just been having a lot of problems with it recently?)
➺ somebody who is fine with my limits, which are as follows — adultery/cheating themes, heavy drug glorification or use themes, religion/culture bashing themes (things with demons or those sacrilegious plots. sorry, it just makes me uncomfortable.), animal abuse, eye gore, and all of those usual squicks in terms of smut. (pedophilia, scat, the like.)

now onto the good stuff.

iii. fandoms

tons of pairings for this. this has been and will continue to be my top craving out of anything, and style will remain in its rightful place as my most desired pairing. bolded are the characters i am comfortable with writing.
stan && kyle
stan && craig
stan && butters
stan && kenny
kyle && craig
craig && clyde
craig && bebe
bebe && wendy
please note i am only comfortable writing these characters at the age of eighteen or older and therefore am restricted to high school / college aus or others. i have tons of aus and ideas including things within the realms of tes:v (skyrim) and would be happy to share them!

honestly i'm most comfortable in this verse just sticking to the fourth era (skyrim timeline) and i'm most familiar with either skyrim or cyrodiil as the setting. very interested in exploring the summerset isles for a focus on the aldmeri dominion as well. VERY interested in crossing this with characters from south park.

i am interested in original characters only here. ask about my ideas for this verse.

illya/napoleon. can write as either.

give me some good ole lucy x flynn! most interested in penning flynn.

wade wilson/peter parker
very very limited here. i literally know absolutely nothing about this but i am very very infatuated with wade wilson right now. the pairing listed above is the only pairing i know of enough to write. please be patient with me as i am very unknowledgeable here. i guess i'd prefer to write wade out of the two since i've seen both of his movies and only two of the spiderman ones.

iv. originals

  look, i'll be honest. i'm pretty restricted here. please don't contact me if you're hoping for supernatural things or space settings or some super fantastical medieval setting based on the game of thrones or something because my interests in that realm are restricted TIGHTLY to the elder scrolls. i've been contacted multiple times with things like this and i'd really like to prevent it so please acknowledge this.

cravings, in no particular order:
➺ something that has to do with a professor/student pairing
➺ equestrians! rivaled olympic riders, trainers, cowboys and racing tycoons! contact me about this.
➺ soldiers coming back from the war, themes of ptsd and healing
➺ aristocrats, the rich and lonely, themes of class differences and unnecessary luxury.
➺ the world wars, the cold war, the fifties.
➺ something based on the movie 'moulin rouge'!
➺ alcoholic, depressed celebrities running from hollywood and fighting to keep out of the tabloids.
➺ open to trying out omegaverse?

v. contact

i am open to trying out all sorts of writing methods but my most tried and true are email and discord. contact me on those two before anything else, please. i am most active on discord and would love to use it for ooc/plotting at the very least.

discord: emma <3#7110*

*Please DO NOT add me on Discord only for me to accept your request and you say absolutely nothing to me. I've had to end so many potential partnerships because of this. It's just a pet peeve, sorry. It's the same etiquette as email dude, just because it's an IM platform does not mean you shouldn't provide me the vital information that determines our compatibility/what you're looking for.

thanks! ♥
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