R
Raven Yung
Guest
Original poster
Hey! My name's Raven.
No really; that's my name.
Let's keep it short, sweet, and to-the-point. First, a little BG on me: I'm a 16 year-old girl living in metropolitan Detroit, Michigan. I'm home-schooled, so as you can imagine, I have TONS of spare time on my hands - meaning I'll be able to reply at least a few times a day. I will RP fandoms, but I also have a few original plots of my own. I'm looking for a M or F, it really doesn't matter to me! Alright, now onto the painful REQUIREMENTS!
RULES
No really; that's my name.
Let's keep it short, sweet, and to-the-point. First, a little BG on me: I'm a 16 year-old girl living in metropolitan Detroit, Michigan. I'm home-schooled, so as you can imagine, I have TONS of spare time on my hands - meaning I'll be able to reply at least a few times a day. I will RP fandoms, but I also have a few original plots of my own. I'm looking for a M or F, it really doesn't matter to me! Alright, now onto the painful REQUIREMENTS!
RULES
Article: 1. Plot Cooperation. This one's a biggie. I prefer 50/50 effort as far as the plot goes - meaning you can literally take the plot and setting ANYWHERE you want - as long as its appropriate for the situation! Don't be afraid to take the reigns, because I certainly do not want to be steering the horse the entire time. (10/10 for that analogy)
2. Paragraphs, please! Seriously. I can't work with one-liners. I'm giving quality writing, so I expect quality writing in return. (Remember: It doesn't matter, just as long as you put forth effort!)
3. FUCKIGN NO SMUT JESUS. Okay, I lied. I'm not opposed to it, but I'm not exactly searching for it either.
4. Grammar, spelling. I understand if English isn't your first language. ✿
5. 16+ only. This one's self-explanatory.
FANDOMS
Article: Disclaimer! Although I DO RP in fandom universes, I prefer to use my OC still.
♡ The Walking Dead
♡ The Last of Us
♡ Game of Thrones
♡ Destiny
Steven Universe
Sherlock
Assassin's Creed
ORIGINAL PLOT
In a world ruled by humans, chaos and turmoil are inevitable. It's just like waiting for a rubber band to snap in half. This finally happened in 2030, when just as humankind was reaching a peak in societal advances, the entire world was besieged by a unified monarchy - the Sentinels. They were rebellions, rebelling against the entire human race.
The Sentinels didn't have the numbers to wage war, but they did have science - nuclear science. They built dozens of nuclear bombs and planned to destroy the entire Earth, cleansing it of it's "impurities" - the countries and their governments. They dropped six.
Entire civilizations collapsed, until eventually the world followed suit and mutated into a nuclear wasteland - except for one city. A city where the Sentinels ruled. An ivory skyscraper where the Sentinels dwell in its luxurious walls stands tall, and surrounding it for miles is the unchaste city made of pre-war ruins. Here is where the majority of Paramount Heights' residents live - in poverty. Because the lower-class, or the 'defectors' as the Sentinels have labeled them, live in such severe conditions, they often fall into the roles of criminals or mercenaries. They simply do not take back their city from the Sentinels because they remember what the Sentinels did and who they are - the destroyers of the Earth.
Excerpt from "We Won't Forget", Page 2
Article: This address was given exactly ten years ago by Elizabeth Ann Rowe, the Chief of Authority, in Paramount Heights' city hall, despite the population decreasing, and the amount of theft, rape, murder, and corruption sky-rocketing. Thousands of people have fled the city, only to die off in the wastelands, and thousands more have been killed by the Sentinels. All while the Sentinels are dining on caviar and sipping their Château d'Yquem from diamond-encrusted goblets while listening to French records, making love on silk bed-sheets without a worry in the world, kept safe in this ivory skyscraper. Among these rich assholes is me, Raven Yung Floraine - the councilwoman's daughter.
I've put up with these ignorant bastards my entire life, watching as we arrive on the brink of war with the "defectors". The Sentinels have been holed up in this tower since the war, and its only because they're too scared to venture into this city that they helped destroy, and much too prideful to witness the lives that they've ruined as a result. They're going to get what's coming to them.
I'm risking a lot, but I've decided I want to help. Defectors are not the savages the Sentinels make them out to be, and we both know it. They're stronger, and have higher numbers than the Sentinels do. All statistics say the lower-class could win this war - but then there's that problem. The Defectors are poor, and the Sentinels are rich. I know these people, and they will not give up their city and wealth and power without an unfair fight. They showed this during the Attempted Reclaim a few weeks ago. My records say you were identified among the Reclaimers - somehow you were the only one who escaped that massacre that followed suite.
I don't necessarily have a plan, but you have connections, and I have vast knowledge of Sentinel infrastructure. I know you may hate me, but don't do this for me - do it for your people and the city. If you're interested, I'm going to be in town square tonight, at midnight. It will probably be packed, but you can't miss me - I'll be wearing something costly. Soon enough, you will be too - if you decide to show.
-R.
P.S.
The Elite guard have been known for their brutality recently, as I'm sure you've heard. It is because they're likely getting very aggravated that they haven't found the sole-escapee of the Reclaim massacre. So, keep it on the down-low, huh? [A little happy face is doodled here]. Burn this letter.
❀ ❀ ❀ if you have any questions about my plot, don't be afraid to comment here or PM me! ❀ ❀ ❀
Last edited by a moderator:
