Fx Male Seeking Gorillaz-based RPs! [Murdoc Niccals wanted.]

[Murdoc Is God]

Hello, world! I'm Miranda and I am so happy to be able to post this here! Here is my F-List profile (my only one)!

About me, as a writer:
I have been roleplaying for about 17 years. I also write solo, but I have found the platonic intimacy (is that even the right term?) of roleplaying and collaborative writing are much more of my vibe. I write professionally, believe it or not. Music is my number one love in life, so if we roleplay, I might be making playlists for everything. Our characters, our story, etc. One of my favorite writing exercises is picking one lyric from one song and turning it into a story above 3k words.

What, exactly, I am looking for:
Have you heard of Gorillaz? Do you know the lore? A fraction of the lore? Good, you should be able to follow along here easily! But, as always, I am an open book and welcome questions!

I would like to do a roleplay starting before Gorillaz was properly formed, and 'ending' in the current Cracker Island phase. I have always believed Murdoc Niccals to be a character with ample depth. I have created an OC to pair up with him. She is the type of woman to stick by him through everything. Through all of his stints in jail, through his anger issues, through his trauma, all of that and whatever else we decide to sprinkle in.

I would prefer to brainstorm an idea. Brainstorm how they met, where it goes from there, and bend the canon to our own desires in order to make a good story. We'd still follow the phases of the band, but we'd bend and break and mend and recreate as much as we wanted. You would even bend Murdoc into whatever you want of him.

Mimie Rusalkayevna is the name of the OC I made for him. She, like him, is a demonic being. The specific type of demon she is, is called a Rusalka. A Russian water demon, basically. She's short, she's also a bassist, and she's one of the sweetest creatures anyone could ever meet. Everything that is canonically bad about Murdoc, she is the opposite. And what is good about him, well, is bad about her. She's not without her own battles and flaws. For me, I like the opposites attract dynamic when it comes to these two.

She's also hot as hell. Just sayin'.

I have a backstory and stat list for her I will share during the brainstorming phase! As well as commissioned art.

For the most part, I am looking for a romantic, dramatic roleplay. Dynamic, and something we both really enjoy. A story we're both excited to come back and continue. And some good love makin' between them is a plus...

Writing Sample:
An attempt to get the RP I have been searching for off the ground. The backstory we came up with was that this was to take place/start in between Phase 1 & Phase 2. During the time when Murdoc dragged everyone to LA to get a movie off of the ground. We added in squatting because Murdoc could not secure a residence, constant partying, and a rocky relationship between the two. We planned a one night stand with her and 2D after a horrible argument, and an eventual chance for her to get out of Los Angeles and back home... never decided if she'd take it or not.
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A young woman, no older than 25, sits in a cafe in downtown Los Angeles. Her skin is a light shade of blue, darker than it was when she arrived. Prior to the last month, it had been an almost alluring shade of cyan. But the California sun exposure caused it to darken up significantly, another sign she should have fought harder to be able to stay in Essex.

Some sort of drink sits in front of her and to the left. A venti... mocha... caramel... some BS she can't even remember now. Nor has she actually touched it. No, she just wanted to order something. To be a paying customer so the manager wouldn't kick her out for sitting there for so long.

The woman's long black hair is pulled up into a bun, with a hairstick jammed into the mess. Blue and black crystals hang from it, along with a black upside down cross. Not her stylistic choice, mind you. It just works well enough for her. And doubles as a weapon...

Between a hand tapping a pen against the table and the obnoxious drink sits a letter, a letter she keeps re-reading.

Darling Morte,
I don't like Los Angeles. I don't like California as a whole, nor do I enjoy being in the United States. I've come into contact with more firearms than you would imagine, and it never gets easier. Seeing men and women and in one frightening scenario, children, with guns is not something I can ever come to terms with. Luckily most of those situations are outside of California, this place is much more grounded.
But it's unrelenting in the heat. It's hot, it's sweaty, sticky, musty even. I've tanned, tanned! I haven't decided if it looks good on me or not, but I'm pretty sure I don't like it just like I don't like being here.
Murdoc is running everyone ragged to try and get this stupid movie off the ground. Their first album sold well and now I'm afraid my boyfriend thinks he's Peter Frampton. Or Keith Richards. I haven't figured out which, just yet. Not sure I want to dig any deeper into his head right now.
But things between us are alright. Which is surprising since I'm so miserable I've wanted to lash out like crazy. Somehow I haven't. I find little things to keep me happy.
Not this coffee shop, though. This place is pretentious and smells like coffee. I still don't like coffee.
I'm getting off topic. Eleven months until I can come back to Essex. Don't replace me. I love you.
Mimie Rusalkayevna

It's good enough. It gets the point across that, despite what her band back home might think, Mimie is not having the time of her life here. In fact, she all but hates it. Murdoc is the silver lining. He's the whole reason she came here. There's nothing, or no one, else for her in this lawless land of the free and home of the graves.

Folding up the letter, she slots it into a blue envelope. Standing up, and not forgetting to grab her obnoxious drink, Mimie makes her way out of the cafe quietly. There's a postbox out front, which she drops the envelope into and drops the drink into the trash can beside of it. It was gross. Coffee was disgusting.

She has a date, after all, and she isn't sure coffee breath should be on the menu for it. The black skirt ends just between her thighs, a fair few inches from her knee. The black tank top, plain and simple, held tightly in place by a dark blue corset. Completing the look for her date is a pair of knee high boots, heels giving her an extra few inches.

This is not how she likes to dress. She likes long sleeves, she likes leggings, she likes jumpers. But it's just too hot.

Reaching into the messenger bag at her side, she pulls out a small MP3 player and a pair of headphones. Long before the days of smartphones and subtleties.

Mimie places the headphones over her ears and takes a few seconds to find a song. Something that could distract her from the conversations American that she has little to no interest in overhearing anymore. Maybe it would be different if her exposure to this country was more than coffee shops, a trashed up duplex Murdoc rented for the band, and movie studio board rooms.

Murdoc seems to keep her on a rather short leash, but it's less abusive than the outside world thinks. It's because he misses her, he can't be without her. Not because he's jealous or anything, why would he be jealous when it's so clear she only has eyes for him? Plus... he's nice to her. Most of the time.

Finding the song she desires, she sets it to replay. Friday I'm In Love. The Cure has been the soundtrack to her and Murdoc's entire relationship, and though she's never said it out loud to him, she considers this right here to be there song. It guides her along the sidewalks now, through crosswalks. Past people begging for money (she's broke after that coffee fiasco now, anyway), away from people who look like they belong to a gang and might use her as a sex slave.

It takes just twenty minutes and seven repetitions of the song before she finds her destination. Mimie has been looking forward to this all week, it's a piece of home away from home. Her red-amber eyes light up at the sign. 'Babushka's Kitchen', it reads. There's something inside of her that has been craving the food she ate growing up in Essex, with her father cooking the food of his Russian homeland.

Piroshkiy, kompot, okroshka, Russian style apple juice... it's all on the tip of her tongue as she takes a seat outside of the little eatery, a small bench. All she has to do...

... is wait. Murdoc's not gonna screw this up, he's a Slav too, he's likely had these same cravings. Maybe for much longer, Mimie can't imagine there's a lot of Russian food in Stoke-on-Trent, after all.

But the song repeats another time. Then another. One more. And then again. Before she realizes it, two hours have passed. Two hours?!

Two hours... he forgot, didn't he?

Texts get sent. Over and over on her tiny little Blackberry. Hell she even tries to call him but her heart shatters as she realizes it goes right to voicemail. Murdoc's turned his phone off. A last ditch effort, she calls Noodle, who... she can't understand, why does she call Noodle?

Russel next, who says he isn't with Mudz but he's gonna go ham on him if he sees him.

Finally, Mimie calls Stuart, 2D, but that nickname feels so mean to her. He's Stuart to her. Sometimes Stu, but, not often since it could be interpreted as 'Stu-pid.' Mimie tries not to be mean, just as hard as she tries not to let people know when she's messed up emotionally. Or hurt.

In one ear, Robert Smith is still singing to her, but the other is happy to hear Stuart answering her with a cheery voice. It almost makes the situation better.

"Hey, Stuart? Yeah uh, are you... with Mudz right now? We had a date, it's stupid, just... I found a Russian eatery and he promised he'd take me today but I've been waiting two hours and he's turned his phone off and... I haven't got any money to eat by myself... i-is he with you?" Her voice cracks a little as, for the first time in a while, she's got her fingers crossed Stuart has some sort of way to get Murdoc in touch with her...

But he doesn't.

Murdoc isn't with him, and Mimie can feel all hope fading from her body. It's going to be a long walk back to Compton.​

Potential Pitches:
Potential plots for us to pick, choose, mix, match, and brainstorm off of.​

• Murdoc meets a girl in a pub. It goes as usual, until he finds he has so much in common with her. He learns about her, about her passions in life, her flaws, everything that makes her who she is and is shocked to find how in love with her he truly is. But, a relationship built off of spending one night together... is hardly stable. Fucking her until she sees stars takes on a different meaning when he finds that he cares about how he makes her feel. And fears exploiting her.​
• What happens in the toilets at Kong Studios, doesn't stay in the toilets at Kong Studios. Thinking it's safe to love again, 2-D meets a lovely girl who he thinks is just as crazy about him as he is her. History has a way of repeating itself. But this time when the affair is uncovered, Mimie and Murdoc decide to try to become a couple. The epitome of instability.​
• Mimie's been a fan of Gorillaz for as long as they've been putting out music. Murdoc Niccals is her ultimate inspiration, yet she has trouble getting her life in order long enough to find the same level of fame he has. A pact with Satan leads her to the right path, and right into Murdoc's arms... but she only has a year to spend with him before Satan comes to collect her, for she's offered her soul in exchange for everything she gained. Just like Murdoc did.​
• A bassist in an up and coming band reminds Murdoc of himself. In fact, a little too much of himself. It takes some cunning, come intellect, and a few bribes to find out she is indeed his biological daughter. But he's attracted to her like crazy. It isn't like he raised her, right? He didn't change her nappies and feed her, didn't beat down the first boy to break her heart. What's the trouble in... having fun with her? They're both adults, surely they can make bad choices for themselves!​

 

[Murdoc Is God]

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