Get a comfy chair and possible some snacks, oh you peoples of BRPS. I bring you a two-for-one. Half rants, half observations.
Rantish Observation the First:
I have come to determine that generally, there are two mindsets when it comes to those who RP. I call them the RPers, and the Fic Writers. Now, this isn't to say that rpers can't be fic writers, or that fic writers can't be rpers. The two do blend, and as I've often seen, they can blend extremely well. But sometimes old habits die hard, and the ficcers get in over their heads.
There are some key differences, you see. The rpers know that the game, the roleplay, is an overall story of all the characters, all the interactions, all the plots... it is everybody's world, no character any more important than the next. They are in it for the story, the ride, the long haul, the whatever you want to call it. And then sometimes you get a stubborn ficcer (a motherficcer, if you will) who is completely out of their element. They are there for their character's story, and in that, they are the narrator, the story-teller, the Jesus, Buddha, and Zeus. Their character is the main character, because they're writing it, and everyone else's characters, plots, and needs are of a lesser priority.
One of the worst traits I have found in motherficcers are the needs to control everything. Those who play scenes out in their head, before they are written, without taking silly little things into account like, oh, say, how the other characters might react. And then it comes time to play the scene out, and, omgosh! People just don't react right! They RUINED your scene! THEY PLAYED IT WRONG!
Or worse, the rampant wangstbeast motherficcers who have decided not to sit idly by and let other characters ruin their vision. These beastly motherficcers who decide the best way to not let other players fuck up a good story is to try and tell them how it should be played properly. And then when these other players, these peons in your perfect world, dare to refuse β well, naturally there's only one sensible option. Through an epic shitfit, whine in every possible public forum, wangst about how mean everyone is to you, and occasionally flounce entirely.
Listen, you thundercunt motherficcers. If you can't handle the stresses of things like 'other people' and 'free will', why in the seven bloody hells are you even here? Go back to your fic, and your perfect little world that you control. We don't want you in ours. If you require an audience and must come play in our sandbox, do it with a shred of dignity and etiquette, and STFU and STFD.
Rantish Observation the Second:
In this respect, and the observation of countless motherficcers over the years, I have come to think it is generally a bad idea for a writer to play their novel/fiction characters in a roleplay setting β particularly those they've been writing for years. You may love them, and you may love writing them, and you may be terribly attached to them β but really, isn't that all the more reason to keep them in an environment that can't fuck everything up for you?
Think about it. Your novel character has always been in your environment, with your rules. Some times these characters don't translate and transplant well into other sandboxes. And you must take into account that, like it or not, not everyone is going to like your precious shnookums. Both IC and OOC. Before you transplant, ask yourself: can you handle that? If there's even the slightest chance you can't, if a single hair stands up on the back of your neck or the slightest uncomfortable flip of your stomach, don't do it. It will probably end badly.
If you have built up a character so grandly in your head, idolized them, babied them, loved them more fiercely than any character you have ever written in your own fiction, you may not be prepared for other peoples opinions on him/her.
For instance, your precious novel character, who you describe as 'intense', 'tragic', and 'heroic' may be perceived by other characters as more along the lines of 'annoying', 'a crybaby', and 'functionally retarded'. Ask yourself: are you ready for that? Can you handle such a thing without going home to your own tear-stained diary and wangsting about how everybody is always picking on you, and someday you'll publish your story, and THEN THEY'LL ALL BE SORRY MWUHAHAHAHA, like a sad-assed Batman character reject with a shitty origins story?
No? You can't.
Then you may also: STFU, and STFD.