Hi there, I'm soups. I don't bite. I often prefer to play women who are proficient with firearms, and I like guns & old JDM cars a lot so expect quite a bit of detail in that front.
I am looking to do a long term RP - something with action and drama! I am a picky adder, but I'm very open minded when it comes to story. Please be literate and can write at least three sentences. I'll have some OCs up on my blog here soon - but for now I will leave you with a sample of my writing!
((also, I do not do sm*t only rps, please don't hit me up for that!))
/// writing ///
Right in the middle of chaos; the deafening booms of gunfire and shattering glass echoed throughout the dark factory. The young PMC operative darted between steel pillars - holding onto the hope the steel was thick enough to stop their various .30 caliber rounds being sent their way. Both, .300 AAC BLK and 7.62x51 NATO rounds seek their target in the dark, whizzing past the girl and ricocheting off the old soviet factory's concrete walls. She knew staying in place was a death sentence; she had to keep moving. Her boots skidded on the dust-covered floor as she sprinted, firing back whenever she could.
Despite the near pitch-black surroundings, illuminated only by sporadic muzzle flashes, she managed to take down a few of her attackers. But none of that mattered now. She spotted an exit door, hope flickering to life as she made a beeline for it—until a sharp, searing pain tore through her side just feet from freedom. Her body came crashing down to the floor despite her efforts to keep moving. Panic and desperation flooded her as she felt her warm blood pool around her. "...sh*t,"