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Hi there, names Sin, Greg, or Sinny or anything else you'd like :D
Samples of my writing
So here's a quick run down of me!
I'm military so I am somewhat prone to vanishing, but I always return!
I am very active and enjoy role playing a lot :D
Uhm I've been rping for a while now, I've done many different types and have always enjoyed fantasy/medieval stuff, modern fantasy stuff and some other doodads here and there.
I'm literate and do my best in my replies.
I'm fine with all things adult and all things funny :P
My prompts thought a bit sketchy I promise I have put some time and effort into etching out, I'll share some of what I've got if you'd like (BUT I LIKE SECRETS!) I'm more than happy to storm brains if you've got an idea or improvement to the story!
Oh I am very scatterbrained so excuse some miss types and grammatical errors(Mostly run on sentences ((which I'm working on fixing))
Below here are my rp ideas male played by none other than myself and female yourself :D
TY FOR READING C:
Mysterious Letter (Modern Fantasy)
Dear, (fill in name)
Hello (name) my name is Artemis. I am your ally, yes your ally, and I'd like for you to read this
in full before you make an assumption, before you decide that this is a
prank and toss the letter away without a second thought.
I'll start here. Your mother, father, brother, school,
teachers, friends, all of those people within the City you reside. All of
them are fake. No not unreal, not literally but in the roles they have
taken. The total population of your city is five-hundred and ten. Each of
them of the government and each of them have been trained and instructed on
how to behave around you. You are their prisoner. No I'm not lying! Don't
inform anyone of this letter. This letter is the first that's made it to
your eyes and because of that it is very important. So rather have you
continue reading I'd like to draw your attention to the other contents of
this envelop. Please look through each thoroughly before continuing.
Within the envelop resided three profile sheets. Each with
detailed and exact information, from location of certain marks to skills
and jobs they'd been assigned. One for the mother, father, and brother and
on the opposite side lay their true identities, their true appearances.
Their true and unfathomable skills, the mother a master at political
assassinations, the father a genius at weaponry handling and customization,
then the brother something of a child protégée in the use of corporate
manipulation. Those were simply the highlighted skills, the important
pieces. Some of the information mentioned specific characteristics and
capabilities others noted their original hair colors, eye colors, heights,
everything about them down to scars they undoubtedly used makeup to
conceal.
So then, I guess you've decided to keep reading huh?
Started thinking about the connections huh? So let's continue. They say
you have ADHD right? Wrong. Those pills they've got you on, remember what
it was like before those pills? Remember how you didn't use to wear
glasses? How you used to be able to see things further than most could,
used to be able to smell, hear, feel and even taste things at levels others
older and even younger than you couldn't? Those pills are a cocktail of
suppressants. They hold back your brain's immense waves. They hold back your
muscles unparalleled capability and worse of all they hold back that
memory they've worked so vigorously to halt. Think, think hard, your
birthday was just a few months ago. Do you remember it? Do you remember
what kind of cake it was? … I didn't think so.
Now, I'm assuming you're wondering. Where am I going with
this? It's simple though, isn't it? Three am, bus stop 462, come alone,
come in secret and most importantly... Come alone.
Sincerely Artemis
PS. Don't be late.
alrighty in this rp I've got an oultine sketch up revolving around the relationship of the letter sender and the recipiant. They'll be mostly attempting to hide/escape. Their pasts will have been connected and that can be fleshed out through interaction. This rp is primarily romance/fantasy/modern. I'm up for any ideas regarding the overall plot and how it proceeds. Thank you.
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Power Imprisoned (Modern Fantasy)
Rumor spreads and it spreads fast. Some rumor becomes legend and some becomes myth. This particular wonder is a little of both. Around the 90's stories of missing children began to spread, until the stories became mysteries and the mysteries became case files. All around the U.S. children between the ages of 10 and 11 had gone missing.
Some speculated these children were neither missing nor abducted but had run away.
Some had speculated that each of these children had been killed in a vicious
string of murderers. Though nothing of the sort was proven, in fact the only
common factor between these missing children was peculiar. Simple in an eerie
way. None of these missing children could be found, not a trace of them could
be seen, not a trace of them nor their abductors/murderers.
After a year had passed another rumor surfaced a rumor derived from the deepest of
interwebs. A rumor stating in an odd wording that yes, the children were alive,
yes, they had been abducted and yes, they were being held captive. This of
course like many rumors that came before and after was neglected, ignored. What
point was there in searching out every single theory, especially those that
made little to no sense to any authority figure?
Still, out of every rumor this one was perhaps the most intelligent, perhaps even
leaked by a single individual who had assisted in the overall abduction. This
same source was soon lost but it had made several minor entries before
vanishing. Things most found comical. Things along the lines of why these
children were taken and locked away, tales of how these children possessed
god-like abilities, some capable of moving objects with their mind and some
capable of taking and granting life. It continued to speak of both
experimentation and strict security implementations. The place they were held
was supposedly an unmarked island, and on it was a facility far ahead of its
times. A facility which was built underground, a facility which had
specifically created cells to house each and every single power it contained.
It stated that the deeper the level the more terrible the child's power.
Since
then it's been another thirteen years. Since then the children have grown, some
into teenagers and others into adults. Some have died and others have resisted.
But one commonality was held by them all. The simple desire to break free, to
end the miserable existence they were forced to maintain.
Power imprisoned is pretty self explanatory. There's a prision, and one day it fails. Allowing the escape of several of its dangerous inhabitants. They're goal? Survival and freedom. This ones pretty fun I think if we can get the ball rolling.
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Plumme't Coffey (Modern City Setting)
The entrance, a rather steep set stairway falling into a deep quickly darkening
descent, as it fell beneath the unmarked building above. At the bottom the
darkness was only broken by a glowing neon red OPEN. Behind the door a
tavern like coffee shop reside. Dimly lit and near empty with fifteen tables,
four booths and a maximum of three customers, all indulged in their own
devices. Each of the customers had a book and each of them wore dark clothing.
Two women and a man, the women sat nearer each-other and remained fixed on
their books. The man on the other hand seemed to shift between book and
something shimmering in his left hand... Beside the last booth another
staircase, this one led to a small balcony like area, furnished with four
cushioned chairs and a small coffee table set between them.
A single man behind the bar ran the business. The man was perhaps the strangest oddity
of all. His head bald and well waxed from the look of it, a scar, likely cuased
from a blade ran the full length front to back, ears torn to shreds from what
one could assume to be a continuous life of brawling, a beard full and wide
with its mostly kept cleanliness. His body seemingly out of shape held large
powerful muscles shown only in his hands and forearms, hands which regardless
of their calloused rough exterior worked with a gentle ease as he handled
anything business related.
This Cafe' is known for one simplistic thing, the three seated were comprised of the
three most fearsome individuals in the country, and the man behind the bar had
created a home for them... From time to time, a misguided individual finds this
place, requesting what one would assume they could fulfill.
So, plumme't coffee is pretty open ended. I'd like to have your character be someone who find this place. Out of what desire? You can decide. This is one of the more partner reliant rps I have. I've got the characters for the tavern crafted, among other things. I'm down to work with whatever floats your boat here.
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Guardian (Fantasy Medieval Setting)
Basis of the story, female around the age of 18-28 awakens to find herself within the midst of a rather grandiose battle.Her placement is anything but opportune, just beside her another of the thousands warring has been cut down, drenching her in blood. This concealed her if momentarily in the dead beneath the countless legions of soldiers.
As she is frozen another several soldiers fall around and ultimately atop her, burying her beneath a pile of death. This, would be her first memory before an exhaust she can neither contain nor control eclipses her vision and send her into another deep seated slumber.
In this slumber she would be plunged into what one could describe as a never ending plateau. Covered in beauty, from flowers in bloom to grass greener than any she may have seen before. Within this scenery she is seated, her eyes forced to look upon a singular man, a man whose every feature is covered by a darkened shadow. A man who towers over her, a man covered in dark decayed robes. At first she is stunned, and then instantly her body recoils, granting her distance. Distance and questioning eyes as the figure remained still.
" M…Nam….s.. Tem....br...is" His voice was distorted as if something were interfering with it as if something within her dream was ensuring he was difficult to understand. Still it was evident that his voice was calm. "You" He paused, his head shaking slightly. Followed by a vigorous clearing of his throat, its hoarse rattling loud enough to startle what littler wildlife had been surrounding them.
"My name, call it, call it loudly when you awaken or you'll d…" His voice cut off and his body began to fade.Quickly he became transparent, vanishing and with his vanishing she was forced to awaken.
She was still beneath the first of the soldiers which had fallen, blood had dried and crusted on her features, above the sound of soldiers could be heard. They spoke with relaxed voices, voices followed by the unfamiliar sounds of sharpened blades digging through skin, blades ending what life may have remained within their now slain foes. Their blades only drew closer as they spoke, their path evident, the blades they were plunging quickly growing closer to her.
Would she call his name…or die?
Guardian, think of Hellsing, the guardian is similar to the creature known as Alucard. No, not a vampire. The idea here is half about the Guardian themself and half about the one calling for them. The Guardian is now what they seem, and their past is heavily influnced by the ancestors of the one they're forced to protect.
Samples of my writing
SHADOW SAMPLE
Shadows, eternal, inescapable, and most importantly despite the brightest of lights they were ever present. A particular denizen had not only been fascinated by such things but had without a doubt gone through a transformation to emulate one. A shadow without the necessities of humanity, a shadow without the features of humanity and most importantly a shadow capable of changing itself at any desired interval.
Now of course this shadow had found purpose, some years ago it had taken to a side. A side set upon overthrowing the ruler of this perplexingly enjoyable maze. Well at least that's how he perceived it. For all he knew the leader wished to simply free the denizens. It was all too irrelevant. His purpose was simply being as they had wished. A form of resistance, why they had wished for him to join was unimportant. Whether the self-designated captain could control him all unimportant, the only thing he found interesting was the gathering of information. Then on the off chance his information was on one creature of exceptional interest he would do anything within power to persuade their affiliation.
As of late Griffith found there to be nothing other than Denizens of age moving about once more. Their profiles open within his mind and every piece of history he had regarding them flashing through a selective process. A process which would decipher which of the Denizens he would be off to attempt to recruit.
Though during this process he was in no way stagnant, no rather he was mobile. His body changed and a countless number of him separated from its usual self. One of Griffiths favored forms in these instances came as a countless array of ravens, in total there were twenty of him within the maze at a time. Each of the could be retracted given the correct command and none of them gave off an aura the other Denizens would find distinguishable. This gave the shadow of a man further capability to keep both tabs and eyes ever present.
Now while his nineteen separate selves flew past several different creature's a mere four had found and begun to watch the others. Perched and shifting their forms, matching the area and becoming one with the scenery around the others. From Lauber and Jesters farce to Dalla and Alyssas curious interactions. All of them were potential interests. The Jester an uncontrolled force, one no matter how untouchable Griffith wished to obtain. If only to prevent an engagement of fists. Of the Denizens he considered threatening the list could never truly be measured. Though it could, and was written, in order of age, a method he decided upon considering the differences in knowledge the elders may be aware of. Of them though, Maldrek was most interesting, and impossible to approach. His castle was truly magnificent and unfortunately inaccessible. This made the bastards decisions near absolute if they ended with his victims ensnarement.
Rather dwell upon such intricacies Griffith remained current upon what could be examined. As such he would often keep his primary location within the base of the Resistance. A solitary place he found at times to be quite unappeasing for his interests. Still the company available within was as interesting as the company outside.
Where his list had been made upon age the deciding factor for such a thing was simply the same individual who'd he'd decided to side with.
Kareena, their first run in had been by his desire. Though he noted that no matter how he moved towards the woman she was expectant. In a way none could truly fathom. Whether he approached through trick or trap she seemed unperturbed, but that the same time interested. This eventually after a few years play became a piece of the reason he joined her force. It took him three years to understand her, versus the average half year he spent on others. Her profile was polished, any piece of information she gave or leaked without realizing he would soak up and store. He wanted all of her life to be within his mind, so what better way than to join her?
As always it was that time of day. The time he chose to relay his current viewings, or at least relay what he believed she should be aware of. At these times he was uncertain of whether she believed every word he spoke or even had some information he was unaware of. His title was that of a shadow, and ironically hers was the Seer of all things.
Her place wasn't difficult to find, he found she enjoyed the porch of all places, her chair he cared little for but the way she sat in it often told him a thing or two.
Carefully he approached, not attempting to hid himself but simply keeping from distracting her of any task she may be performing. His form was of course one of the ravens he'd set out as. Its size that of the average raven, though as he came closer his limbs retracted, body reformed and by the time he'd touched the ground a blob of darkness had begun to reform. Its mass changing as more of him seemed to gather there, though the trick was simply that he was hollow at the moment. A hollow full sized shadow in a way of speaking. His exterior near perfect in every line, curve, and definition it made up.
"Nicole! Its that time o'the day!" His excitement was entirely real. That mixed with his enjoyment in always deciding to call her by her first, middle, last, or even the supposedly clever nicknames he would create. By now he'd been through tens of thousands of them yet his wit was constantly crafting more. Still it was nice to call her by one of her supposedly given names.
"ALRIGHT! here goes the report!" His body moved, straightening his legs and standing at attention, right arm bending at the elbow and reaching his now fisted hand to where a mouth should have been. The sound of a clearing through evident, yet technically absent. "Several newbies have entered. Rowan, Alyssa, Priscilla, Darius, aaaaaaand Jason! They have been quite active with the current Denizens. As it stands, Priscilla has been taken by Maldrek, the cause came through the Jesters game. The Guardian Lauber attempted to assist the girl as my eyes see it. This has resulted in Guardian and Jesters current ensuing fray. It appears as though Dalamar is interacting with Alyssa which is going on as we speak. Girard seems set upon Nova, while Lucifer's interest in Cole has caused contact between the two. It also seems as though Aurelia has taken to a game of sorts. Anything of detail figure it out for yourself!" He was quick as he spoke, blunt in his ability to ensure more was certainly available but none of it would be given.
After he spoke, his arm went flat against his side, his heels clicked and his posture became slumped.
"Now, if our report is done, I'd like to get Dalamar, and Alyssa… Either them or go and ruin little Aurelias uninteresting and rather boooring ploy." He was partially asking and partially informing her of his plans. Though at the same time if she wished him to perform some other task he would certainly take time into his play to assist her.
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Lauber Sample
Had Jester not chosen the turn, had he simply left the girl, had either of them been absent his day may have been as he wished.
For years now a routine of sorts had been developed. A routine derived of nothing more than broken sanity.
In the mornings he would cease the endless dreams of night. Dreams which whether he realized or not were nothing of the sort. Rather his mind would be fooled into an unmoving state. A state which once within the delusions would begin. Delusions of darkness, delusions of love, delusions of beings without reason both appeared and disappeared. For hours on end these culminations of sounds, feelings and most importantly sights would allow others the unknown comfort of his absence. A comfort they would never understand.
In the early morning's light his eyes would not open, no they never closed, his eye-lids were certainly a thing of the past. Rather they would brighten, from a dull murky blue to a radiant turquoise made all the more vibrant by its thin sea blue outlines. Once these orbs were lit any creature in his presence seemed to take note. Every creature's instinct beckoned to be free of this presence, and they did. Like wildfire the movement away from his location would spread until a perimeter he was unaware of formed. A perimeter which protected the younger Denizens from coming face to face with something so terrifying as him.
In all truth his stature was what one would consider terrifying. He stood at a tall nine-foot nine. The tendril like hair spawning from his open cranial rose nearly a foot further giving the appearance of hair. Beneath those tendrils an orb similar to his eyes resided. It unlike his eyes never ceased to glow. It gave those who gazed upon him yet another factor to find themselves drawn to. Beyond this came the facial features, a nose or rather two openings with a minor ridge sat between powerful cheek bones, Beneath a mouth wicked in its permanent shape, lips nonexistent replaced by the seemingly sharp fangs. All made to guard a perfect sea of light. Whether he was capable of ingesting nutrients or not was a mystery. Whether his inner body was nothing more than energy was a mystery. To end the adventure came his body, a body which was both defined and powerful in its every muscle, bare on its torso and covered below by a cloth pair of trousers.
The full of him would give any an understandable fear. So his aura was well worthy of his body. This of course gave his mornings, afternoons, and ultimately nights a peaceful solitude. A peaceful solitude often disrupted by none other than himself.
Throughout the day he was plagued by whispers and flashes of others. Some kind, some wicked, and most taunting. Being aware of his sickness was the worst of it. For at times he knew if he were unaware these delusions would very well be his comfort. But rather he did as he regular hand, he moved. Slowly at times and with purpose otherwise. Always trying to focus on the structures he'd passed. Always memorizing what small details he noticed had not changed. Familiarizing himself with the constantly twisting tribulations of which surrounded him.
Now of the creatures who had the strength to shrug away Laubers aura, Jester was most certainly one of worthy strength, his captive on the other hand would find her mind shaken with fear, she may have been strong of will, may have been a warrior, but everything about Laubers appearance only assisted the aura he unknowingly released.
At first Lauber had not noticed the sound, but the closer it came and the louder it came the more he began to treat it with interest. Until the sound produced an image, one which came with speed he noted. One which as it drew closer grew larger. Until it came within earshot, and only then had his mind seemed to turn its switch. From a deaf, blind, uncaring and dull seeming creature to one with quickly focusing eyes.
His movement from there came as a bit of an oddity. Rather pose himself as a wall between Jester and his captive Lauber chose to turn his body. Showing the two who advanced his left shoulder. From there he stepped back, though to Pricilla this movement may have be difficult to see. For the moment he stepped back he also stepped forward. Arm extended, fingers spread and palm ever so carefully tapping Jesters right shoulder. An action which if done by any other may only cause a slight hindrance was far more than that. In the years of solitude Lauber had experimented with his strength. A strength which came with difficult control, a strength which if unchecked came with a jarring power. Power which in the moment connected with jester released.
At the same time he made contact with jester his free left hand moved, rounding Priscilla's center frame, large forearm wrapping past her body. Middle finger carefully held by his thumb in a resistance before releasing and giving Jesters wrist a jarring strike. Quickly from there Laubers arm seemed to wrap just a hair more. His body twisting, arm released and legs kicking him from beside her. Leaving her a good meters space. His back turned to the girl as Laubers eyes focused on The Jesters.
"I thought we'd agreed upon avoiding one and other?" He spoke for the first time in perhaps a month. His voice commanding without meaning to be, powerful for its resonance came within his chest. The vibrations of which forced it to echo within the area. The depth of it riddled with rough rumbling. This silence was a recurrence. After one or two Denizens met or had the distinct displeasure of finding Lauber they often spread word to any other to avoid his particular presence.
For longer than Lauber cared to remember The Jester had been a testing creature. Whether he was looking for followers or toys was difficult to comprehend. His mere presence bred chaos and the poor souls he'd goaded into his games often turned up broken and abandoned. Upon their first meeting The Jester had tempted Lauber with his playful nature. Unlike the others Lauber was not so easily broken. His transformation unlike other Denizens had taken place within the first years of his entrance and as such those within the Labyrinth new only his monstrous form.
Suffice it to say since their first meeting Lauber had taken note of this clowns desire to test the limits of his chosen toys. Any weakness the clown noted was grounds for assault and for Lauber whose mind suffered under its own strain this sort of an opponent was truly cumbersome. The Jester was sharp but Lauber was unlike his usual victims. Suffering day in and day out from self crafted illusions one would find the illusions of another were less believable by far. Still if his illness was caught Lauber new this genius of a being would most certainly find a way to exploit it.
"That and you've brought another Hatchling." His head tilted as he spoke of Priscilla. She was not the first and the both of them knew she would not be the last. Though the difference now was simply that the both of them had been unlucky in running into each-other. Lauber could not ignore jester and he could not allow Priscilla to become his toy.
"Give the Hatchling to me and go. If we …argue here the Hatchling will die, the warden will take note and most importantly you'll lose something. " Lauber was not capable of negotiating, primarily due to his lack of conversation, it stunted his ability to retort, to upstage and most importantly to outwit others. So the direct approach was far more viable for him. An approach he knew The Jester before him would likely detest. Still they were both intelligent. They both knew a fray of any sort between them was likely to end in severe consequence.
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Beast SAMPLE
He was neither hidden nor attempting to be hidden. His clothing as well as the demeanor he held was one of which welcomed others interest. From the old fashioned blouse and pants, to the fresh out of the box headphones he wore. Despite being earbuds the cord which connected them was rather bright in its neon orange coloration. Then of course the device it connected to was perfectly noticeable in its neon yellow accompaniment. The screen to this device never seemed to dim, for every time a song played Lauber would either raise the volume or switch the track. Others would often be less inclined to notice him if not for the way he seemed to gaze at them. Never had he hid his interest and never would he at this point. So many an individual in the city would at one point find a perfectly pale yellow set of orbs fixated upon them. Orbs which floated ever so perfectly in their sockets.
Today like any other Lauber had begun in the earliest of hours. Waking and beginning his routine of checking upon all those whom had followed him to this realm. His presence often well-hidden considering he cared little to disturb whatever peace they may very well be having. This also made his checks simple. No one person would take moments more time than he gave. No individual would cause him hindrance in his movement and none could think themselves significant beyond their role.
By the time he'd finished his rounds he switched interests all together. Taking to the streets and ultimately to the same coffee shop he'd visited day in and day out for the last year. Initially he had wished to visit the same he found upon arriving to this place but as he found business here seemed to be a temporary thing, less it was franchised. Unfortunately, this made habit near impossible for an individual he viewed the passing of a year as equivalent as the passing of a half year, maybe even less at times. Once he chose to take to a routine he was either perfect in preforming it or impossible in how easily side tracked he could become.
By breakfasts end the commuters would become scarce, leaving those he considered frequenters of this hour. Hours he spent in the deepest parts of the city. Examining the same faces which passed day in and day out. Taking note of those who either strayed or became absent after time. At times he would interact with one of interest, though it would be short considering how few wished to interact with him. For even when he had come close, he neither spoke nor took off the headphones which fed him an endless continuation of constantly updated music. Still with these on he could hear near perfectly the world around him. A side effect or so he considered it at times.
By lunch and even later towards dinner the only things which changed were his vantage points, locations and overall interest. For by a months' time those present would grow less and less interesting. Nothing really could hold his interest, at least nothing of the life daylight gave. Now night, night was another beast in and of its self.
In the absence of the sun he found an array of different characters, many he noted were hiding what they could from the day. Different outfits, personalities, and people would congregate at the slew of bars down one of the primary streets. Here he had his fill of others. Always mixing in with the crowds, earning interested hollers, catching the gaze of both male and female alike. Some even approached him, mostly women, every now and again males. Each interested, each a bit touchier than he preferred. None capable of catching him when he wished to escape.
Now and again he found those of his home realm, they would either hide amongst the ranks of average humans, or would do their dandiest to stick out. To Lauber these were hindrances. They would often be far too self-indulged to notice him, yet those that could would attempt to make their knowledge shared. These individuals would often awake minutes later, confused and leaned against the nearest building.
Then of course, the place Lauber had been invited to, the place Lauber couldn't decide if he enjoyed. Absinthe, the most recent of Ghouls Shepherds had opened this location. Zsadist he was as any Ghoul leader should be. Lauber could neither like nor dislike the creature. He understood what it took to lead, understood the Ghouls needed to feed as they did and most importantly, had no desire to correct or bother them. The leader was young in his eyes, this simply meant he would either grow to a wise age, or be mauled by the next master of the group.
The Absinth, Lauber had gotten an invitation before. He had been a couple times. The place was a gathering ground for foolish human and creature alike. Within some would dance, some would fight, some would die, and many would indulge. The time Lauber had spent in this place had been short lived in most occurrences. This time he had entered as he had before. Never removing his headphones, simply raising the volume and focusing in on the music he chose. His access was that of a VIP and he preferred to venture upward. The crowds may have held the most interest, but they could be better seen from above.
Laubers place was not behind the railing, but rather seated atop it. Legs swinging and eyes carefully changing from here to there. Where's the big guy? A single thought as he sought out the master of the Absinthe.
Shadows, eternal, inescapable, and most importantly despite the brightest of lights they were ever present. A particular denizen had not only been fascinated by such things but had without a doubt gone through a transformation to emulate one. A shadow without the necessities of humanity, a shadow without the features of humanity and most importantly a shadow capable of changing itself at any desired interval.
Now of course this shadow had found purpose, some years ago it had taken to a side. A side set upon overthrowing the ruler of this perplexingly enjoyable maze. Well at least that's how he perceived it. For all he knew the leader wished to simply free the denizens. It was all too irrelevant. His purpose was simply being as they had wished. A form of resistance, why they had wished for him to join was unimportant. Whether the self-designated captain could control him all unimportant, the only thing he found interesting was the gathering of information. Then on the off chance his information was on one creature of exceptional interest he would do anything within power to persuade their affiliation.
As of late Griffith found there to be nothing other than Denizens of age moving about once more. Their profiles open within his mind and every piece of history he had regarding them flashing through a selective process. A process which would decipher which of the Denizens he would be off to attempt to recruit.
Though during this process he was in no way stagnant, no rather he was mobile. His body changed and a countless number of him separated from its usual self. One of Griffiths favored forms in these instances came as a countless array of ravens, in total there were twenty of him within the maze at a time. Each of the could be retracted given the correct command and none of them gave off an aura the other Denizens would find distinguishable. This gave the shadow of a man further capability to keep both tabs and eyes ever present.
Now while his nineteen separate selves flew past several different creature's a mere four had found and begun to watch the others. Perched and shifting their forms, matching the area and becoming one with the scenery around the others. From Lauber and Jesters farce to Dalla and Alyssas curious interactions. All of them were potential interests. The Jester an uncontrolled force, one no matter how untouchable Griffith wished to obtain. If only to prevent an engagement of fists. Of the Denizens he considered threatening the list could never truly be measured. Though it could, and was written, in order of age, a method he decided upon considering the differences in knowledge the elders may be aware of. Of them though, Maldrek was most interesting, and impossible to approach. His castle was truly magnificent and unfortunately inaccessible. This made the bastards decisions near absolute if they ended with his victims ensnarement.
Rather dwell upon such intricacies Griffith remained current upon what could be examined. As such he would often keep his primary location within the base of the Resistance. A solitary place he found at times to be quite unappeasing for his interests. Still the company available within was as interesting as the company outside.
Where his list had been made upon age the deciding factor for such a thing was simply the same individual who'd he'd decided to side with.
Kareena, their first run in had been by his desire. Though he noted that no matter how he moved towards the woman she was expectant. In a way none could truly fathom. Whether he approached through trick or trap she seemed unperturbed, but that the same time interested. This eventually after a few years play became a piece of the reason he joined her force. It took him three years to understand her, versus the average half year he spent on others. Her profile was polished, any piece of information she gave or leaked without realizing he would soak up and store. He wanted all of her life to be within his mind, so what better way than to join her?
As always it was that time of day. The time he chose to relay his current viewings, or at least relay what he believed she should be aware of. At these times he was uncertain of whether she believed every word he spoke or even had some information he was unaware of. His title was that of a shadow, and ironically hers was the Seer of all things.
Her place wasn't difficult to find, he found she enjoyed the porch of all places, her chair he cared little for but the way she sat in it often told him a thing or two.
Carefully he approached, not attempting to hid himself but simply keeping from distracting her of any task she may be performing. His form was of course one of the ravens he'd set out as. Its size that of the average raven, though as he came closer his limbs retracted, body reformed and by the time he'd touched the ground a blob of darkness had begun to reform. Its mass changing as more of him seemed to gather there, though the trick was simply that he was hollow at the moment. A hollow full sized shadow in a way of speaking. His exterior near perfect in every line, curve, and definition it made up.
"Nicole! Its that time o'the day!" His excitement was entirely real. That mixed with his enjoyment in always deciding to call her by her first, middle, last, or even the supposedly clever nicknames he would create. By now he'd been through tens of thousands of them yet his wit was constantly crafting more. Still it was nice to call her by one of her supposedly given names.
"ALRIGHT! here goes the report!" His body moved, straightening his legs and standing at attention, right arm bending at the elbow and reaching his now fisted hand to where a mouth should have been. The sound of a clearing through evident, yet technically absent. "Several newbies have entered. Rowan, Alyssa, Priscilla, Darius, aaaaaaand Jason! They have been quite active with the current Denizens. As it stands, Priscilla has been taken by Maldrek, the cause came through the Jesters game. The Guardian Lauber attempted to assist the girl as my eyes see it. This has resulted in Guardian and Jesters current ensuing fray. It appears as though Dalamar is interacting with Alyssa which is going on as we speak. Girard seems set upon Nova, while Lucifer's interest in Cole has caused contact between the two. It also seems as though Aurelia has taken to a game of sorts. Anything of detail figure it out for yourself!" He was quick as he spoke, blunt in his ability to ensure more was certainly available but none of it would be given.
After he spoke, his arm went flat against his side, his heels clicked and his posture became slumped.
"Now, if our report is done, I'd like to get Dalamar, and Alyssa… Either them or go and ruin little Aurelias uninteresting and rather boooring ploy." He was partially asking and partially informing her of his plans. Though at the same time if she wished him to perform some other task he would certainly take time into his play to assist her.
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Lauber Sample
Had Jester not chosen the turn, had he simply left the girl, had either of them been absent his day may have been as he wished.
For years now a routine of sorts had been developed. A routine derived of nothing more than broken sanity.
In the mornings he would cease the endless dreams of night. Dreams which whether he realized or not were nothing of the sort. Rather his mind would be fooled into an unmoving state. A state which once within the delusions would begin. Delusions of darkness, delusions of love, delusions of beings without reason both appeared and disappeared. For hours on end these culminations of sounds, feelings and most importantly sights would allow others the unknown comfort of his absence. A comfort they would never understand.
In the early morning's light his eyes would not open, no they never closed, his eye-lids were certainly a thing of the past. Rather they would brighten, from a dull murky blue to a radiant turquoise made all the more vibrant by its thin sea blue outlines. Once these orbs were lit any creature in his presence seemed to take note. Every creature's instinct beckoned to be free of this presence, and they did. Like wildfire the movement away from his location would spread until a perimeter he was unaware of formed. A perimeter which protected the younger Denizens from coming face to face with something so terrifying as him.
In all truth his stature was what one would consider terrifying. He stood at a tall nine-foot nine. The tendril like hair spawning from his open cranial rose nearly a foot further giving the appearance of hair. Beneath those tendrils an orb similar to his eyes resided. It unlike his eyes never ceased to glow. It gave those who gazed upon him yet another factor to find themselves drawn to. Beyond this came the facial features, a nose or rather two openings with a minor ridge sat between powerful cheek bones, Beneath a mouth wicked in its permanent shape, lips nonexistent replaced by the seemingly sharp fangs. All made to guard a perfect sea of light. Whether he was capable of ingesting nutrients or not was a mystery. Whether his inner body was nothing more than energy was a mystery. To end the adventure came his body, a body which was both defined and powerful in its every muscle, bare on its torso and covered below by a cloth pair of trousers.
The full of him would give any an understandable fear. So his aura was well worthy of his body. This of course gave his mornings, afternoons, and ultimately nights a peaceful solitude. A peaceful solitude often disrupted by none other than himself.
Throughout the day he was plagued by whispers and flashes of others. Some kind, some wicked, and most taunting. Being aware of his sickness was the worst of it. For at times he knew if he were unaware these delusions would very well be his comfort. But rather he did as he regular hand, he moved. Slowly at times and with purpose otherwise. Always trying to focus on the structures he'd passed. Always memorizing what small details he noticed had not changed. Familiarizing himself with the constantly twisting tribulations of which surrounded him.
Now of the creatures who had the strength to shrug away Laubers aura, Jester was most certainly one of worthy strength, his captive on the other hand would find her mind shaken with fear, she may have been strong of will, may have been a warrior, but everything about Laubers appearance only assisted the aura he unknowingly released.
At first Lauber had not noticed the sound, but the closer it came and the louder it came the more he began to treat it with interest. Until the sound produced an image, one which came with speed he noted. One which as it drew closer grew larger. Until it came within earshot, and only then had his mind seemed to turn its switch. From a deaf, blind, uncaring and dull seeming creature to one with quickly focusing eyes.
His movement from there came as a bit of an oddity. Rather pose himself as a wall between Jester and his captive Lauber chose to turn his body. Showing the two who advanced his left shoulder. From there he stepped back, though to Pricilla this movement may have be difficult to see. For the moment he stepped back he also stepped forward. Arm extended, fingers spread and palm ever so carefully tapping Jesters right shoulder. An action which if done by any other may only cause a slight hindrance was far more than that. In the years of solitude Lauber had experimented with his strength. A strength which came with difficult control, a strength which if unchecked came with a jarring power. Power which in the moment connected with jester released.
At the same time he made contact with jester his free left hand moved, rounding Priscilla's center frame, large forearm wrapping past her body. Middle finger carefully held by his thumb in a resistance before releasing and giving Jesters wrist a jarring strike. Quickly from there Laubers arm seemed to wrap just a hair more. His body twisting, arm released and legs kicking him from beside her. Leaving her a good meters space. His back turned to the girl as Laubers eyes focused on The Jesters.
"I thought we'd agreed upon avoiding one and other?" He spoke for the first time in perhaps a month. His voice commanding without meaning to be, powerful for its resonance came within his chest. The vibrations of which forced it to echo within the area. The depth of it riddled with rough rumbling. This silence was a recurrence. After one or two Denizens met or had the distinct displeasure of finding Lauber they often spread word to any other to avoid his particular presence.
For longer than Lauber cared to remember The Jester had been a testing creature. Whether he was looking for followers or toys was difficult to comprehend. His mere presence bred chaos and the poor souls he'd goaded into his games often turned up broken and abandoned. Upon their first meeting The Jester had tempted Lauber with his playful nature. Unlike the others Lauber was not so easily broken. His transformation unlike other Denizens had taken place within the first years of his entrance and as such those within the Labyrinth new only his monstrous form.
Suffice it to say since their first meeting Lauber had taken note of this clowns desire to test the limits of his chosen toys. Any weakness the clown noted was grounds for assault and for Lauber whose mind suffered under its own strain this sort of an opponent was truly cumbersome. The Jester was sharp but Lauber was unlike his usual victims. Suffering day in and day out from self crafted illusions one would find the illusions of another were less believable by far. Still if his illness was caught Lauber new this genius of a being would most certainly find a way to exploit it.
"That and you've brought another Hatchling." His head tilted as he spoke of Priscilla. She was not the first and the both of them knew she would not be the last. Though the difference now was simply that the both of them had been unlucky in running into each-other. Lauber could not ignore jester and he could not allow Priscilla to become his toy.
"Give the Hatchling to me and go. If we …argue here the Hatchling will die, the warden will take note and most importantly you'll lose something. " Lauber was not capable of negotiating, primarily due to his lack of conversation, it stunted his ability to retort, to upstage and most importantly to outwit others. So the direct approach was far more viable for him. An approach he knew The Jester before him would likely detest. Still they were both intelligent. They both knew a fray of any sort between them was likely to end in severe consequence.
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Beast SAMPLE
He was neither hidden nor attempting to be hidden. His clothing as well as the demeanor he held was one of which welcomed others interest. From the old fashioned blouse and pants, to the fresh out of the box headphones he wore. Despite being earbuds the cord which connected them was rather bright in its neon orange coloration. Then of course the device it connected to was perfectly noticeable in its neon yellow accompaniment. The screen to this device never seemed to dim, for every time a song played Lauber would either raise the volume or switch the track. Others would often be less inclined to notice him if not for the way he seemed to gaze at them. Never had he hid his interest and never would he at this point. So many an individual in the city would at one point find a perfectly pale yellow set of orbs fixated upon them. Orbs which floated ever so perfectly in their sockets.
Today like any other Lauber had begun in the earliest of hours. Waking and beginning his routine of checking upon all those whom had followed him to this realm. His presence often well-hidden considering he cared little to disturb whatever peace they may very well be having. This also made his checks simple. No one person would take moments more time than he gave. No individual would cause him hindrance in his movement and none could think themselves significant beyond their role.
By the time he'd finished his rounds he switched interests all together. Taking to the streets and ultimately to the same coffee shop he'd visited day in and day out for the last year. Initially he had wished to visit the same he found upon arriving to this place but as he found business here seemed to be a temporary thing, less it was franchised. Unfortunately, this made habit near impossible for an individual he viewed the passing of a year as equivalent as the passing of a half year, maybe even less at times. Once he chose to take to a routine he was either perfect in preforming it or impossible in how easily side tracked he could become.
By breakfasts end the commuters would become scarce, leaving those he considered frequenters of this hour. Hours he spent in the deepest parts of the city. Examining the same faces which passed day in and day out. Taking note of those who either strayed or became absent after time. At times he would interact with one of interest, though it would be short considering how few wished to interact with him. For even when he had come close, he neither spoke nor took off the headphones which fed him an endless continuation of constantly updated music. Still with these on he could hear near perfectly the world around him. A side effect or so he considered it at times.
By lunch and even later towards dinner the only things which changed were his vantage points, locations and overall interest. For by a months' time those present would grow less and less interesting. Nothing really could hold his interest, at least nothing of the life daylight gave. Now night, night was another beast in and of its self.
In the absence of the sun he found an array of different characters, many he noted were hiding what they could from the day. Different outfits, personalities, and people would congregate at the slew of bars down one of the primary streets. Here he had his fill of others. Always mixing in with the crowds, earning interested hollers, catching the gaze of both male and female alike. Some even approached him, mostly women, every now and again males. Each interested, each a bit touchier than he preferred. None capable of catching him when he wished to escape.
Now and again he found those of his home realm, they would either hide amongst the ranks of average humans, or would do their dandiest to stick out. To Lauber these were hindrances. They would often be far too self-indulged to notice him, yet those that could would attempt to make their knowledge shared. These individuals would often awake minutes later, confused and leaned against the nearest building.
Then of course, the place Lauber had been invited to, the place Lauber couldn't decide if he enjoyed. Absinthe, the most recent of Ghouls Shepherds had opened this location. Zsadist he was as any Ghoul leader should be. Lauber could neither like nor dislike the creature. He understood what it took to lead, understood the Ghouls needed to feed as they did and most importantly, had no desire to correct or bother them. The leader was young in his eyes, this simply meant he would either grow to a wise age, or be mauled by the next master of the group.
The Absinth, Lauber had gotten an invitation before. He had been a couple times. The place was a gathering ground for foolish human and creature alike. Within some would dance, some would fight, some would die, and many would indulge. The time Lauber had spent in this place had been short lived in most occurrences. This time he had entered as he had before. Never removing his headphones, simply raising the volume and focusing in on the music he chose. His access was that of a VIP and he preferred to venture upward. The crowds may have held the most interest, but they could be better seen from above.
Laubers place was not behind the railing, but rather seated atop it. Legs swinging and eyes carefully changing from here to there. Where's the big guy? A single thought as he sought out the master of the Absinthe.
So here's a quick run down of me!
I'm military so I am somewhat prone to vanishing, but I always return!
I am very active and enjoy role playing a lot :D
Uhm I've been rping for a while now, I've done many different types and have always enjoyed fantasy/medieval stuff, modern fantasy stuff and some other doodads here and there.
I'm literate and do my best in my replies.
I'm fine with all things adult and all things funny :P
My prompts thought a bit sketchy I promise I have put some time and effort into etching out, I'll share some of what I've got if you'd like (BUT I LIKE SECRETS!) I'm more than happy to storm brains if you've got an idea or improvement to the story!
Oh I am very scatterbrained so excuse some miss types and grammatical errors(Mostly run on sentences ((which I'm working on fixing))
Below here are my rp ideas male played by none other than myself and female yourself :D
TY FOR READING C:
Mysterious Letter (Modern Fantasy)
Dear, (fill in name)
Hello (name) my name is Artemis. I am your ally, yes your ally, and I'd like for you to read this
in full before you make an assumption, before you decide that this is a
prank and toss the letter away without a second thought.
I'll start here. Your mother, father, brother, school,
teachers, friends, all of those people within the City you reside. All of
them are fake. No not unreal, not literally but in the roles they have
taken. The total population of your city is five-hundred and ten. Each of
them of the government and each of them have been trained and instructed on
how to behave around you. You are their prisoner. No I'm not lying! Don't
inform anyone of this letter. This letter is the first that's made it to
your eyes and because of that it is very important. So rather have you
continue reading I'd like to draw your attention to the other contents of
this envelop. Please look through each thoroughly before continuing.
Within the envelop resided three profile sheets. Each with
detailed and exact information, from location of certain marks to skills
and jobs they'd been assigned. One for the mother, father, and brother and
on the opposite side lay their true identities, their true appearances.
Their true and unfathomable skills, the mother a master at political
assassinations, the father a genius at weaponry handling and customization,
then the brother something of a child protégée in the use of corporate
manipulation. Those were simply the highlighted skills, the important
pieces. Some of the information mentioned specific characteristics and
capabilities others noted their original hair colors, eye colors, heights,
everything about them down to scars they undoubtedly used makeup to
conceal.
So then, I guess you've decided to keep reading huh?
Started thinking about the connections huh? So let's continue. They say
you have ADHD right? Wrong. Those pills they've got you on, remember what
it was like before those pills? Remember how you didn't use to wear
glasses? How you used to be able to see things further than most could,
used to be able to smell, hear, feel and even taste things at levels others
older and even younger than you couldn't? Those pills are a cocktail of
suppressants. They hold back your brain's immense waves. They hold back your
muscles unparalleled capability and worse of all they hold back that
memory they've worked so vigorously to halt. Think, think hard, your
birthday was just a few months ago. Do you remember it? Do you remember
what kind of cake it was? … I didn't think so.
Now, I'm assuming you're wondering. Where am I going with
this? It's simple though, isn't it? Three am, bus stop 462, come alone,
come in secret and most importantly... Come alone.
Sincerely Artemis
PS. Don't be late.
alrighty in this rp I've got an oultine sketch up revolving around the relationship of the letter sender and the recipiant. They'll be mostly attempting to hide/escape. Their pasts will have been connected and that can be fleshed out through interaction. This rp is primarily romance/fantasy/modern. I'm up for any ideas regarding the overall plot and how it proceeds. Thank you.
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Power Imprisoned (Modern Fantasy)
Rumor spreads and it spreads fast. Some rumor becomes legend and some becomes myth. This particular wonder is a little of both. Around the 90's stories of missing children began to spread, until the stories became mysteries and the mysteries became case files. All around the U.S. children between the ages of 10 and 11 had gone missing.
Some speculated these children were neither missing nor abducted but had run away.
Some had speculated that each of these children had been killed in a vicious
string of murderers. Though nothing of the sort was proven, in fact the only
common factor between these missing children was peculiar. Simple in an eerie
way. None of these missing children could be found, not a trace of them could
be seen, not a trace of them nor their abductors/murderers.
After a year had passed another rumor surfaced a rumor derived from the deepest of
interwebs. A rumor stating in an odd wording that yes, the children were alive,
yes, they had been abducted and yes, they were being held captive. This of
course like many rumors that came before and after was neglected, ignored. What
point was there in searching out every single theory, especially those that
made little to no sense to any authority figure?
Still, out of every rumor this one was perhaps the most intelligent, perhaps even
leaked by a single individual who had assisted in the overall abduction. This
same source was soon lost but it had made several minor entries before
vanishing. Things most found comical. Things along the lines of why these
children were taken and locked away, tales of how these children possessed
god-like abilities, some capable of moving objects with their mind and some
capable of taking and granting life. It continued to speak of both
experimentation and strict security implementations. The place they were held
was supposedly an unmarked island, and on it was a facility far ahead of its
times. A facility which was built underground, a facility which had
specifically created cells to house each and every single power it contained.
It stated that the deeper the level the more terrible the child's power.
Since
then it's been another thirteen years. Since then the children have grown, some
into teenagers and others into adults. Some have died and others have resisted.
But one commonality was held by them all. The simple desire to break free, to
end the miserable existence they were forced to maintain.
Power imprisoned is pretty self explanatory. There's a prision, and one day it fails. Allowing the escape of several of its dangerous inhabitants. They're goal? Survival and freedom. This ones pretty fun I think if we can get the ball rolling.
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Plumme't Coffey (Modern City Setting)
The entrance, a rather steep set stairway falling into a deep quickly darkening
descent, as it fell beneath the unmarked building above. At the bottom the
darkness was only broken by a glowing neon red OPEN. Behind the door a
tavern like coffee shop reside. Dimly lit and near empty with fifteen tables,
four booths and a maximum of three customers, all indulged in their own
devices. Each of the customers had a book and each of them wore dark clothing.
Two women and a man, the women sat nearer each-other and remained fixed on
their books. The man on the other hand seemed to shift between book and
something shimmering in his left hand... Beside the last booth another
staircase, this one led to a small balcony like area, furnished with four
cushioned chairs and a small coffee table set between them.
A single man behind the bar ran the business. The man was perhaps the strangest oddity
of all. His head bald and well waxed from the look of it, a scar, likely cuased
from a blade ran the full length front to back, ears torn to shreds from what
one could assume to be a continuous life of brawling, a beard full and wide
with its mostly kept cleanliness. His body seemingly out of shape held large
powerful muscles shown only in his hands and forearms, hands which regardless
of their calloused rough exterior worked with a gentle ease as he handled
anything business related.
This Cafe' is known for one simplistic thing, the three seated were comprised of the
three most fearsome individuals in the country, and the man behind the bar had
created a home for them... From time to time, a misguided individual finds this
place, requesting what one would assume they could fulfill.
So, plumme't coffee is pretty open ended. I'd like to have your character be someone who find this place. Out of what desire? You can decide. This is one of the more partner reliant rps I have. I've got the characters for the tavern crafted, among other things. I'm down to work with whatever floats your boat here.
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Guardian (Fantasy Medieval Setting)
Basis of the story, female around the age of 18-28 awakens to find herself within the midst of a rather grandiose battle.Her placement is anything but opportune, just beside her another of the thousands warring has been cut down, drenching her in blood. This concealed her if momentarily in the dead beneath the countless legions of soldiers.
As she is frozen another several soldiers fall around and ultimately atop her, burying her beneath a pile of death. This, would be her first memory before an exhaust she can neither contain nor control eclipses her vision and send her into another deep seated slumber.
In this slumber she would be plunged into what one could describe as a never ending plateau. Covered in beauty, from flowers in bloom to grass greener than any she may have seen before. Within this scenery she is seated, her eyes forced to look upon a singular man, a man whose every feature is covered by a darkened shadow. A man who towers over her, a man covered in dark decayed robes. At first she is stunned, and then instantly her body recoils, granting her distance. Distance and questioning eyes as the figure remained still.
" M…Nam….s.. Tem....br...is" His voice was distorted as if something were interfering with it as if something within her dream was ensuring he was difficult to understand. Still it was evident that his voice was calm. "You" He paused, his head shaking slightly. Followed by a vigorous clearing of his throat, its hoarse rattling loud enough to startle what littler wildlife had been surrounding them.
"My name, call it, call it loudly when you awaken or you'll d…" His voice cut off and his body began to fade.Quickly he became transparent, vanishing and with his vanishing she was forced to awaken.
She was still beneath the first of the soldiers which had fallen, blood had dried and crusted on her features, above the sound of soldiers could be heard. They spoke with relaxed voices, voices followed by the unfamiliar sounds of sharpened blades digging through skin, blades ending what life may have remained within their now slain foes. Their blades only drew closer as they spoke, their path evident, the blades they were plunging quickly growing closer to her.
Would she call his name…or die?
Guardian, think of Hellsing, the guardian is similar to the creature known as Alucard. No, not a vampire. The idea here is half about the Guardian themself and half about the one calling for them. The Guardian is now what they seem, and their past is heavily influnced by the ancestors of the one they're forced to protect.
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