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- Joined
- Jan 10, 2022
- Location
- Crucible of Defiance
If what you see here doesn't strum your vibe, and/or is too tame for you, you'd want a peek at my unrestrained request thread. That's where I put my more ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ข๐ฏ๐ฆ machinations.
Ahem! Hello there and welcome to my general request thread! (Or the skeleton of what I hope it'll become in future at least). Now I know this thread might appear a little picky (don't get me wrong, I'll be the first to admit that I'm a little picky due to the effort and passion I put into my writing) but I really don't bite! At least not as hard as this thread may portray. Here's a a short description of my roleplay style and preferences.
ABOUT ME
I consider myself to be an advanced, literate writer. I use multiple paragraphs and write in third person. When you think of my writing style, think of a novel.
I tend to drop replies frequently. If I can manage and am really into the story, otherwise, you can expect a post from me once to twice every week. I'll always give you a heads up if I'll be unavailable for a prolonged period of time, so I'll expect you to do the same.
I also don't mind ooc chatter. Infact I recommend it. I'm not hell-bent on getting it though, but it'll work a lot better for us if we communicate well.
Now that we've got the intro out of the way, let's get down to profiling the type of writer I'm looking for. -Quick note: I'm gonna add a couple of stars (*) behind each plot to show how much I'm currently interested in them with each bump and or update. The more stars you see, the more I'll be happy to jump into a story based on that plot.-
LITERACY IS A MUST: my partner must be able to actually communicate with me. I get that we can't stop those occasional and annoying typos from popping up randomly, but I honestly won't be able to enjoy role-playing with someone if I have to spend three solid minutes mulling over a paragraph and wondering what it portrays (risking a migraine in the process). I know English isn't everyone's first language, it isn't mine either, but I'll require someone that can communicate properly with me.
PUT SOME WORK INTO IT: I put a lot of work into my roleplays, so I'll naturally expect my partner to rival that enthusiasm and effort. I get that the story goes through some flat periods atimes, but I won't subscribe to singlehandedly driving the plot and introducing new challenges... I could have written a book solo if I wanted to.
THE RESPECT AND MATURITY THING: okay, this one may sound odd in a role-play site meant for adults, but I'll put it up here anyways. We are all adults and we should act like one, we all have responsibilities and lives outside this site, but we shouldn't let it affect our story. Sometimes real-life becomes hectic, and it drains our mood and zeal, that's perfectly okay and normal, but you know what isn't? Hopping off completely and leaving me hanging without a clue, this is something that I strongly object. Please lemme know if you need a break, no matter how long it is, I'll gladly archive our chat if I know you're on a break tackling real-life issues, but I won't be smiling when I run through our texts after you ghost me. Be rest assured that I'll tell you if I need a break as well. Also, let's be honest and open about what we really want, if you're not enjoying our story or your muse has shifted into something else you'd like to try, inform me and I'll be happy to give it a go if it's my cup of tea.
THE SMUT TO PLOT BALANCE RATIO: to keep this part simple, I'll just say that I prioritize a good plot above smut all the time. I won't roleplay for smut only, if we're being honest with ourselves it gets old pretty quick. There's only so many ways you could describe a heated make out session or a primal indulgence in animal passion, oh and I'm someone that's very good at writing smut scenes... but then again, a good build up leads to good sex right? Don't get me wrong tho, I'm absolutely open to writing erotica, it's honestly one of the primary reasons why I'm on this site - not just as the sole purpose for a story.
Last but not the least, have fun!
Phew! Now that we got the lengthy intros outta the way, let's get into the kind of stories I'm into. My limits on themes is pretty much non existent...so long as you don't hit me with incest or homosexuality. I don't have anything against gay people, but I'm flat out uncomfortable playing homosexual characters. One very important thing to note also is that I love action! When action fills a story, it'll get me hooked right away.
Ugh! The one's I have here are so outdated, it literally hurts for me to read now. The first two plots on this thread though, should suffice as samples.
I have some plot ideas in mind at the moment, with more to come hopefully, so instead of dropping pairings, I'll drop a short intro including snippets of my characters' back stories. Here they are:
** (While I'm not very interested in this plot right now, I might be convinced to give it a go if someone comes up with a very good twist based on it).
**** (I'll say I'm pretty lukewarm on this one).
***** (Plenty requests for this baby in the past. If only that translated into many satisfying stories. I know this one packs some strong appeal, but my interest in it has waned a bit.)
******* (Yeah, I know, must be that new toy feel but I'm pretty amped for this baby.)
******* (This one could scratch that medievalish itch that I've been having for....ever really, so I'm really up for it.)
Hey! Not every idea I have can be as fleshed out as those ones, but they deserve to be aired out as well. It's for that reason that I'll add another section to this thread so.
Like I said earlier, the ideas here won't necessarily be as fleshed out as the ones above. This means that these ones will need to be discussed further in PM. Hell, I enjoy bouncing ideas off my partners' heads anyways.
***** (It's still pretty strong with this one; my muse. My interest in it hasn't dipped as much as I expected)
********(This one's for the baddest, darkest and most crooked lady muses out there. Figured it's time I did something nasty in the horror and thriller genre.
Don't be shy! It doesn't matter if your muse is sadistic, masochistic or both with a hint of that twisted craving for the darker aspect of things. Step up and get ready to get down and dirty with this baby cos I sure am!)
Stay tuned, more to come eventually.
So there they are, those are the ideas I have currently, I'm open to other ideas as well, so if you have any, flash them at me.
I'll probably add more plot ideas with time as well. So feel free to send me a pm.
Note: all ideas are open to modifications, I want my partners to be as into the story as I am.
Ahem! Hello there and welcome to my general request thread! (Or the skeleton of what I hope it'll become in future at least). Now I know this thread might appear a little picky (don't get me wrong, I'll be the first to admit that I'm a little picky due to the effort and passion I put into my writing) but I really don't bite! At least not as hard as this thread may portray. Here's a a short description of my roleplay style and preferences.
ABOUT ME
I consider myself to be an advanced, literate writer. I use multiple paragraphs and write in third person. When you think of my writing style, think of a novel.
I tend to drop replies frequently. If I can manage and am really into the story, otherwise, you can expect a post from me once to twice every week. I'll always give you a heads up if I'll be unavailable for a prolonged period of time, so I'll expect you to do the same.
I also don't mind ooc chatter. Infact I recommend it. I'm not hell-bent on getting it though, but it'll work a lot better for us if we communicate well.
Now that we've got the intro out of the way, let's get down to profiling the type of writer I'm looking for. -Quick note: I'm gonna add a couple of stars (*) behind each plot to show how much I'm currently interested in them with each bump and or update. The more stars you see, the more I'll be happy to jump into a story based on that plot.-
MY PARTNER
LITERACY IS A MUST: my partner must be able to actually communicate with me. I get that we can't stop those occasional and annoying typos from popping up randomly, but I honestly won't be able to enjoy role-playing with someone if I have to spend three solid minutes mulling over a paragraph and wondering what it portrays (risking a migraine in the process). I know English isn't everyone's first language, it isn't mine either, but I'll require someone that can communicate properly with me.
PUT SOME WORK INTO IT: I put a lot of work into my roleplays, so I'll naturally expect my partner to rival that enthusiasm and effort. I get that the story goes through some flat periods atimes, but I won't subscribe to singlehandedly driving the plot and introducing new challenges... I could have written a book solo if I wanted to.
THE RESPECT AND MATURITY THING: okay, this one may sound odd in a role-play site meant for adults, but I'll put it up here anyways. We are all adults and we should act like one, we all have responsibilities and lives outside this site, but we shouldn't let it affect our story. Sometimes real-life becomes hectic, and it drains our mood and zeal, that's perfectly okay and normal, but you know what isn't? Hopping off completely and leaving me hanging without a clue, this is something that I strongly object. Please lemme know if you need a break, no matter how long it is, I'll gladly archive our chat if I know you're on a break tackling real-life issues, but I won't be smiling when I run through our texts after you ghost me. Be rest assured that I'll tell you if I need a break as well. Also, let's be honest and open about what we really want, if you're not enjoying our story or your muse has shifted into something else you'd like to try, inform me and I'll be happy to give it a go if it's my cup of tea.
THE SMUT TO PLOT BALANCE RATIO: to keep this part simple, I'll just say that I prioritize a good plot above smut all the time. I won't roleplay for smut only, if we're being honest with ourselves it gets old pretty quick. There's only so many ways you could describe a heated make out session or a primal indulgence in animal passion, oh and I'm someone that's very good at writing smut scenes... but then again, a good build up leads to good sex right? Don't get me wrong tho, I'm absolutely open to writing erotica, it's honestly one of the primary reasons why I'm on this site - not just as the sole purpose for a story.
Last but not the least, have fun!
Phew! Now that we got the lengthy intros outta the way, let's get into the kind of stories I'm into. My limits on themes is pretty much non existent...so long as you don't hit me with incest or homosexuality. I don't have anything against gay people, but I'm flat out uncomfortable playing homosexual characters. One very important thing to note also is that I love action! When action fills a story, it'll get me hooked right away.
SAMPLES
Ugh! The one's I have here are so outdated, it literally hurts for me to read now. The first two plots on this thread though, should suffice as samples.
I have some plot ideas in mind at the moment, with more to come hopefully, so instead of dropping pairings, I'll drop a short intro including snippets of my characters' back stories. Here they are:
PLOTS
Continuous waves of heat spread all around a lone figure, the figure was lying on it's back, motionless. To a casual observer, the humanoid figure would definitely appear dead, but taking a closer look, the continuous streams of sweat that leaked out of it's pores would indicate otherwise.
The figure's mind came on, it came on slowly, like an imago prodding it's way out of a chrysalis. Yet, after a minute or two of lying motionless still, the figure's mind still failed to give a fleeting insight into its owner's personality. All it could come up with, was the owner's sex and nothing more.
Yes, the figure lying forlorn and sweating like a pig in what appeared to be no man's land was infact, male.
A male... that's all.
Age, name, even the recollection of his own voice all proved to be as elusive as vapor. His eyes remained shut, his brows knitting in frustration as he tried to cull up those memories, but the burning sensation that was all around him was proving to be too much of a distraction. His fuzzy mind that was vaguely aware of the ambient heat he was in, has begun to grasp the full reality of his predicament.
His body began to scream, but his dry lips stayed shut, not that he could even vocalize his pain anyways, his throat felt so dry and parched that he was sure that his screams would only sound like scratched parchment.
Since his memory failed him, and the burning questions about who he was were unanswerable at the moment, he decided to concentrate all of his energy into the way more profitable venture of asking the ones that he could answer. First and foremost, where on earth was he? How on earth did he even get there? Those and many more questions swarmed around his feverish and boiling mind with increasing urgency, further upseting the already shaky balance of his confused mind. Gritting his teeth however, he knew that he had to try to answer them one at a time. Thus, began a few more seconds of unpleasant deliberation, culminating in his shut eyes finally springing open; bloodshot, riddled with pulding veins and lit in a hue of wildness.
He could feel the multiple beads of sweat roll down his nose and cheeks, but somehow, the profuse amount of sweat that he was producing, evaporated before they could even spend two seconds on his skin. The first images that his alarmed brown eyes noticed, were of the steam of the evaporating sweat from his own body. It was a positively horrifying sight to say the least, and now, as he felt hisheart begin to thud violently in his heaving chest, he really began to panic.
Maybe he was in hell; slowly roasting away for all his sins. What sins though?! He couldn't even remember his own name! Aren't the roasting sinners in hell supposed to remember their multiple sins? Shouldn't the multiple images of their transgressions be an added degree of torture to their damned minds?! Besides, he felt alive... or at least, he felt like he was still on earth. It didn't make much sense to him actually, but it was just... there, the feeling of being earthbound and very much alive.
It was a very weird feeling that he couldn't explain, but his gut told him that he still had a long way to go before his expiration was imminent. As his introspection continued,he began to wonder why he was not roasting, or getting a scald from all the madly hot steam oozing angrily from his own evaporating sweat. Why was he even still alive? All that and more questions, coupled with the deep searing pain that engulfed his very consciousness soon drove him madly insane.
His body soon began to jerk violently; wherever he was, it was barely illuminated, and from the solid and rigid pressure that he felt all over his back, he knew that it's most likely made of metal. In panic, he sat up like a puppet that had its string jerked violently, but the moment he rose halfway, he felt a searing hot bump on his forehead. A very loud and piercing hiss followed, as more steam oozed out of the forehead like smoke from a cigarette butt. He heard a savage, guttural, and scratchy sound... it took him a few seconds to realize that the primal vocalization came from him. His throat, parched or not, had given in to the primal urge to yell his heart out when he got a fantastic burn from whatever metallic object it was, that smacked his head right back to the ground, where it got boiled over some more.
Could it be? His end at last? Was he to die in some metallic, roasting coffin, with no recollection of his name, who he was, or what he had done to deserve such exquisite torture?
He felt hismind going, his body thrashing violently, and the scratchy screams becoming more constant as pain raged through his very heart with no end in sight. His world spun and blurred, but was quick to come back into focus before his mind became completely lost.
It was then that he heard laughter... actually, a group of laughs. They all sounded triumphant and cruel, almost like the cherry on top his miserable plight. He began to wonder once more, what terrible acts he had done to deserve such a horrible fate. By now he was desperately wishing for death, but his skin seemed to suffer absolutely no harm from the devastating heat; he was trapped.... trapped in the coffin, trapped in it's generous haze of torture... trapped in the agony stewing in his own mind. The realization brought bitter tears to his eyes; to suffer for kniwn sins was one thing, it becomes another thing entirely to suffer, when you can't even remember your own name.
Meanwhile, outside the metallic coffin-like structure, a group of people listened with glee as the bitter cries rang out from the steaming coffin. Mugs clanked, people talked excitedly, and everyone seemed to be happy about the mindless torture that beset the man inside it.
It was to happen though, that things changed in a hurry.
It began with a piercing scream that deepened into what sounded like a terrifying roar. The once happy people were struck dumb with shock as the ground began to tremble violently; people scampered to safety, leaving the coffin to vibrate for a few seconds, before bursting wide open, as if it was fashioned from wood. Eyes widened in shock and stared at the beast that emerged; not the typical depiction of a horror fable character; no horns or wings, not even fangs. Only a skin that had become completely red, with dark veins bulging and pulsing in a powerful intimidating rhythm. Eyes that could best be described as a pair of glowing red orbs, as hot as embers, completed the grotesque appearance of the rising apparition.
The figure stared maliciously at the shocked and crestfallen faces that amassed before him. He inhaled the seemingly endless supply of steam that wafted from all over his body, znd relished the sickening warmth in his lungs. His usually short and spiky dark hair, had gained a wild and long appearance, causing it to cascade in messy waves, all over his sweaty back and heaving chest.
The memories suddenly came back; who he was, the things he did and has done, and why he wound up in the callous coffin. Despite recalling many terrible things that he had done, his eyes remained hardened with the flames of revenge burning brightly in them. He still found it a little difficult to reconcile with the fact that he was treated with such callous disdain... such deadly scorn and hate, that made it feel like the wrath of a thousand souls staining his own.
Then, to everyone's shock, he slowly reduced in size, his skin reverting to the usual golden brown, and his appearance becoming that of a troubled and quite striking young man. He jumped off the ruins of the ruined coffin, and simply walked away with his head bowed, and sweat still streaming down his shirtless back. People shook in fear, others had their mouths agape in shock aa whispers and several thoughts, filled the minds of those who were present. Could he have forgiven them? Without retaliation, even in the face of their provocation?
Those guilty thoughts wracked whom they pleased, not the lone man though; for he had one thought and one thought only.
Find the Mirror of Fate, and separate the evil entity that plagued his very soul from his being.
The figure's mind came on, it came on slowly, like an imago prodding it's way out of a chrysalis. Yet, after a minute or two of lying motionless still, the figure's mind still failed to give a fleeting insight into its owner's personality. All it could come up with, was the owner's sex and nothing more.
Yes, the figure lying forlorn and sweating like a pig in what appeared to be no man's land was infact, male.
A male... that's all.
Age, name, even the recollection of his own voice all proved to be as elusive as vapor. His eyes remained shut, his brows knitting in frustration as he tried to cull up those memories, but the burning sensation that was all around him was proving to be too much of a distraction. His fuzzy mind that was vaguely aware of the ambient heat he was in, has begun to grasp the full reality of his predicament.
His body began to scream, but his dry lips stayed shut, not that he could even vocalize his pain anyways, his throat felt so dry and parched that he was sure that his screams would only sound like scratched parchment.
Since his memory failed him, and the burning questions about who he was were unanswerable at the moment, he decided to concentrate all of his energy into the way more profitable venture of asking the ones that he could answer. First and foremost, where on earth was he? How on earth did he even get there? Those and many more questions swarmed around his feverish and boiling mind with increasing urgency, further upseting the already shaky balance of his confused mind. Gritting his teeth however, he knew that he had to try to answer them one at a time. Thus, began a few more seconds of unpleasant deliberation, culminating in his shut eyes finally springing open; bloodshot, riddled with pulding veins and lit in a hue of wildness.
He could feel the multiple beads of sweat roll down his nose and cheeks, but somehow, the profuse amount of sweat that he was producing, evaporated before they could even spend two seconds on his skin. The first images that his alarmed brown eyes noticed, were of the steam of the evaporating sweat from his own body. It was a positively horrifying sight to say the least, and now, as he felt hisheart begin to thud violently in his heaving chest, he really began to panic.
Maybe he was in hell; slowly roasting away for all his sins. What sins though?! He couldn't even remember his own name! Aren't the roasting sinners in hell supposed to remember their multiple sins? Shouldn't the multiple images of their transgressions be an added degree of torture to their damned minds?! Besides, he felt alive... or at least, he felt like he was still on earth. It didn't make much sense to him actually, but it was just... there, the feeling of being earthbound and very much alive.
It was a very weird feeling that he couldn't explain, but his gut told him that he still had a long way to go before his expiration was imminent. As his introspection continued,he began to wonder why he was not roasting, or getting a scald from all the madly hot steam oozing angrily from his own evaporating sweat. Why was he even still alive? All that and more questions, coupled with the deep searing pain that engulfed his very consciousness soon drove him madly insane.
His body soon began to jerk violently; wherever he was, it was barely illuminated, and from the solid and rigid pressure that he felt all over his back, he knew that it's most likely made of metal. In panic, he sat up like a puppet that had its string jerked violently, but the moment he rose halfway, he felt a searing hot bump on his forehead. A very loud and piercing hiss followed, as more steam oozed out of the forehead like smoke from a cigarette butt. He heard a savage, guttural, and scratchy sound... it took him a few seconds to realize that the primal vocalization came from him. His throat, parched or not, had given in to the primal urge to yell his heart out when he got a fantastic burn from whatever metallic object it was, that smacked his head right back to the ground, where it got boiled over some more.
Could it be? His end at last? Was he to die in some metallic, roasting coffin, with no recollection of his name, who he was, or what he had done to deserve such exquisite torture?
He felt hismind going, his body thrashing violently, and the scratchy screams becoming more constant as pain raged through his very heart with no end in sight. His world spun and blurred, but was quick to come back into focus before his mind became completely lost.
It was then that he heard laughter... actually, a group of laughs. They all sounded triumphant and cruel, almost like the cherry on top his miserable plight. He began to wonder once more, what terrible acts he had done to deserve such a horrible fate. By now he was desperately wishing for death, but his skin seemed to suffer absolutely no harm from the devastating heat; he was trapped.... trapped in the coffin, trapped in it's generous haze of torture... trapped in the agony stewing in his own mind. The realization brought bitter tears to his eyes; to suffer for kniwn sins was one thing, it becomes another thing entirely to suffer, when you can't even remember your own name.
Meanwhile, outside the metallic coffin-like structure, a group of people listened with glee as the bitter cries rang out from the steaming coffin. Mugs clanked, people talked excitedly, and everyone seemed to be happy about the mindless torture that beset the man inside it.
It was to happen though, that things changed in a hurry.
It began with a piercing scream that deepened into what sounded like a terrifying roar. The once happy people were struck dumb with shock as the ground began to tremble violently; people scampered to safety, leaving the coffin to vibrate for a few seconds, before bursting wide open, as if it was fashioned from wood. Eyes widened in shock and stared at the beast that emerged; not the typical depiction of a horror fable character; no horns or wings, not even fangs. Only a skin that had become completely red, with dark veins bulging and pulsing in a powerful intimidating rhythm. Eyes that could best be described as a pair of glowing red orbs, as hot as embers, completed the grotesque appearance of the rising apparition.
The figure stared maliciously at the shocked and crestfallen faces that amassed before him. He inhaled the seemingly endless supply of steam that wafted from all over his body, znd relished the sickening warmth in his lungs. His usually short and spiky dark hair, had gained a wild and long appearance, causing it to cascade in messy waves, all over his sweaty back and heaving chest.
The memories suddenly came back; who he was, the things he did and has done, and why he wound up in the callous coffin. Despite recalling many terrible things that he had done, his eyes remained hardened with the flames of revenge burning brightly in them. He still found it a little difficult to reconcile with the fact that he was treated with such callous disdain... such deadly scorn and hate, that made it feel like the wrath of a thousand souls staining his own.
Then, to everyone's shock, he slowly reduced in size, his skin reverting to the usual golden brown, and his appearance becoming that of a troubled and quite striking young man. He jumped off the ruins of the ruined coffin, and simply walked away with his head bowed, and sweat still streaming down his shirtless back. People shook in fear, others had their mouths agape in shock aa whispers and several thoughts, filled the minds of those who were present. Could he have forgiven them? Without retaliation, even in the face of their provocation?
Those guilty thoughts wracked whom they pleased, not the lone man though; for he had one thought and one thought only.
Find the Mirror of Fate, and separate the evil entity that plagued his very soul from his being.
A pair of stealthy, bare feet, padded gently and noiselessly as they helped a silhoutte glide in theshadows. Their owner, literally shrouded in darkness, moved with the grace and agility of a feline. The feet continued to pad towards a tiny slit of dim light, forcing a wry smile to creep onto a silhouette of a face. The fact that the stealthy figure was fully clad in dark, tight-fitting clothing, did not help it's visibility in the least. That didn't bother the figure at all though, it was rather by the shroud of darkness; so much so that, it infact, crept closer to what was now unmistakably a door, a partly open one. It would appear that the piece of shit behind that door, felt safe and secure with keeping his front door and windows alone, locked; a bitter fallacy that had served the figure well. The figure had expected more actually; say... special locks, booby traps, whatever shit like that that comes to mind.
Nothing of that sort however, had welcomed it when it picked the lock efficiently, and pried it's way in. The time of reckoning had arrived, the sins and the consequences for them spread out in a sheet of clarity. One fully gloved hand pushed the door open softly, there was no telling what would happen if the door were to creak, so the steady hand made sure to expertly manage the push. Slowly, the dim slit of light grew wider, until it became a small triangle; a triangle of light big enough for the silhouette to slip into.
When it did slip in, the mystery behind the identity of the silhouette came to an end. The padding feet crept lightly towards the bed, and a dark grin appeared on a now visible face. The owner was female, with burning brown eyes, and dark brown skin coated in a warm tan to match; her shiny black hair was swept back into a single, middle-length ponytail. Her slim but well built frame was very obvious, with regards to every curve of her anatomy, and the muscles on her limbs, thanks to the tight-fitting dark bodysuit she had on.
A burning flicker of emotion suddenly killed the wicked grin on her lips, in it's place a small but serious frown replaced it. Her eyes narrowed to the man lying on the bed: .the jackass, he'll get what he deserves! With that burning thought clouding her mind, she smoothly pulled out a small knife with a wicked and widely curved edge. Even in the pale light, the knife glinted ominously to attest to its sharpness and efficiency, but she won't just kill him now, she'd make him suffer, and realize why exactly he was dying in a slow and painful manner. She would relish every second, and revel in his agony and despair; a fitting reward for his indiscretions.
She crept up on him, he was on his belly, and that was quite an inconvenience to her and her motives. She needed her trusty knife to be at his throat the moment he woke up. She was not nearly stupid enough to make the mistake of underestimating the pig, hell, she lost her best friend because of his goddamn skill and combative efficiency! All that didn't matter now though, all that mattered was waking him up to his creeping fate of doom. Her hands may be half the size of his own, but the strength they possessed was nothing to sneeze at; especially wuth the addition of genetic enhancements to the equation. She grabbed one of his arms, and flipped him over in one fluid and lightening quick motion. Of course his alarmed blue eyes shot open at once, but she already had the point of her knife on the thin skin of his throat.
"Scream now, and I'll slit it earlier than I planned."
Her cool voice seemed to breeze out from her lips. Her brown eyes were all over him, staring so piercingly that the man had to blink... not because he was just pulled out of a sleep that he had struggled to get by the way, it had more to do with the sinking point of the knife that had managed to break the skin on his throat. Many would be in shock in his place, but for him, other than the pounding motion of his excited heart, he seemed to have regained his wits altogether. Despite the light trickle of blood that trailed down his neck, he maintained a relatively cool air about him, and met her burning gaze with a sedate one to match.
"You... you're... Anna, yes, Anna... I did some research on you and your team... I heard that you're the fiesty one."
Despite the fact that it hurt to do it, the man still chuckled anyway, causing more blood to slug down his neck.
"Don't try to get cute with me you piece of shit, you killed Tracy."
Anna's piercing eyes along with her now slightly emotional voice, all but fired at him. The man met her burning gaze unflinchingly as he prepared his response to her sharp accusation.
"I didn't."
His flat and matter-of-fact tone droned, and that did it, Anna had enough. The way he denied it so flippantly broke her nerve, she felt a licking flame fan out from the base of her chest and light up her world in an instant as it spread outward.
"Don't you start with me you fuck! I saw you! It WAS you, my vision was fading from that stupid gas you sprayed, but I saw you go after her and knock her silly!"
"You'd better shut it if you wanna last long enough to offer any sort of prayer..."
Tears stung the corner of her eyes as her grief choked her near the point of strangulation, but she refused to let them out. Instead, she channeled her frustrations to the knife in her hand. She withdrew it rapidly, then plunged it fairly deeply, into one of the man's biceps. It was a clean thrust that hit home, it elicited a pained groan from the man, as the sharp fang of pain seared through his nerves. His groans and squirms soothed the biting edge of the pain that stung her entire being. She pinned him down with her full weight now, as she straddled him and leaned most of her weight on the one hand of hers, that rested firmly on his chest.
"I didn't come here to listen to your cheap lies! I'm here to avenge Tracy!"
She announced in a strangled voice, ignoring the man's pained efforts to try and stop the blood that streamed out of his fairly deep stab wound. The man grinded his teeth in suppressed rage and pain, doing the best he could to ignore the remorseless daggers of agony that threatened to make him shiver.
"I'm telling you, I didn't kill your friend. Yes, she put up more of a fight and was harder to knock down, but I'm telling you once more."
"I DIDN'T KILL YOUR FRIEND!"
He groaned and threw his head back as another fresh wave of pain shot from his wounded arm, and circulated through his entire body. Anna wasn't buying it though, she brought her heated face smotheringly close to his, and hissed out the question.
"If you didn't kill her... who did?"
Her knife teasingly scraped his thighs as her angry face beamed down on him. He on the other hand, was getting really sick of the whole game he woke up to. Unadulterated anger began to rise in him too, giving him a burst of adrenaline that numbed the pain in his bleeding arm.
"Do you think I'm afraid of you? I'd be proud to have been the one to bring down a member of your harmful group. The Sisters of Steel, are nothing but a group of blood thirsty bitches that do what they want, when they want."
"You guys have a lot of enemies, and I'm sure that a mutual enemy of ours set me up. Or maybe, the person is only after you or your group, cos if I wind up dead tonight, my fellow Halo members will have you and your four remaining cronies dead in the next three days at least... that's a damn guarantee!"
His voice was rising now as his passion found him, he's had enough of her bossing him over, but he'll have to do something quick. Just when he thought he was gaining traction, it became ckear to him that Anna had other plans of her own. Her eyes went blank for a second, then they came back on with ten times more fire than before.
"Then we'll be glad to join Tracy in hell, and I'll be happy to describe how I gutted your pathetic hunks of flesh!"
She raised her knife to stab him again, but his good arm came from nowhere, it struck her wrist like a cudgel, and her arm momentarily went limp, causing her to drop the knife.
"Fuck!"
She cursed as she reached for the gun behind her. He was proving to be too much trouble, better to end it quickly. Gun in hand, her arms flashed straight at him as she prepared to fill his skull with all the bullets that the damn pistol could hold, but once more, his arm intercepted hers, and forced the gun upwards.
Breathing heavily now, both of them wrestled to gain possession of the gun. It was an annoying proposition for the man who had only one good arm, he was literally operating at half his strength, otherwise, he fancied that he could've won the struggle pretty easily. They fell off the bed and rolled over eachother in their attempts to gain control, each one literally hanging on for dear life, hanging on with all they had too.
Three missed shots later, Anna found herself on top, she thanked her stars that she had stabbed his arm earlier. His wounded arm really came into play. She hurriedly pointed the gun at his forehead and...
BANG!
A shot rang out, but it wasn't the man that fell to the floor, Anna did. She clutched her left arm with a sharp gasp, as she writhed in pain. During the struggle, a third player had entered the fray, unnoticed of course, by the charged combatants. He pointed his gun at her to finish her off, but he didn't get the chance to. She rolled away from his aim, then dropped a smoke pellet; filling the room with a thick, choking, and irritating cloud of smoke. The sound of smashing glass filled the room shortly after, and when the smoke cleared, she was nowhere to be found.
The window behind them had been smashed through though, leaving jagged edges of bloody glass. The newcomer rushed to his partner's aid, had he been a little later at arriving in the scene, his friend would definitely have had a lot more than a bleeding arm to worry about.
"Damn bitch! You alright, Alex?"
He asked as he quickly tore a piece of his sleeve to tie his bleeding arm.
"Yeah...I guess, thanks Tom... I really owe you one. How did you know she was here anyways?"
Tom heaved his friend to his feet and patted his back.
"Live through this shit, and I'll tell you."
Both men broke into a laugh as Tom helped Alex walk out of the room, which was now a mess of blood, glass, and bullet casings.
Nothing of that sort however, had welcomed it when it picked the lock efficiently, and pried it's way in. The time of reckoning had arrived, the sins and the consequences for them spread out in a sheet of clarity. One fully gloved hand pushed the door open softly, there was no telling what would happen if the door were to creak, so the steady hand made sure to expertly manage the push. Slowly, the dim slit of light grew wider, until it became a small triangle; a triangle of light big enough for the silhouette to slip into.
When it did slip in, the mystery behind the identity of the silhouette came to an end. The padding feet crept lightly towards the bed, and a dark grin appeared on a now visible face. The owner was female, with burning brown eyes, and dark brown skin coated in a warm tan to match; her shiny black hair was swept back into a single, middle-length ponytail. Her slim but well built frame was very obvious, with regards to every curve of her anatomy, and the muscles on her limbs, thanks to the tight-fitting dark bodysuit she had on.
A burning flicker of emotion suddenly killed the wicked grin on her lips, in it's place a small but serious frown replaced it. Her eyes narrowed to the man lying on the bed: .the jackass, he'll get what he deserves! With that burning thought clouding her mind, she smoothly pulled out a small knife with a wicked and widely curved edge. Even in the pale light, the knife glinted ominously to attest to its sharpness and efficiency, but she won't just kill him now, she'd make him suffer, and realize why exactly he was dying in a slow and painful manner. She would relish every second, and revel in his agony and despair; a fitting reward for his indiscretions.
She crept up on him, he was on his belly, and that was quite an inconvenience to her and her motives. She needed her trusty knife to be at his throat the moment he woke up. She was not nearly stupid enough to make the mistake of underestimating the pig, hell, she lost her best friend because of his goddamn skill and combative efficiency! All that didn't matter now though, all that mattered was waking him up to his creeping fate of doom. Her hands may be half the size of his own, but the strength they possessed was nothing to sneeze at; especially wuth the addition of genetic enhancements to the equation. She grabbed one of his arms, and flipped him over in one fluid and lightening quick motion. Of course his alarmed blue eyes shot open at once, but she already had the point of her knife on the thin skin of his throat.
"Scream now, and I'll slit it earlier than I planned."
Her cool voice seemed to breeze out from her lips. Her brown eyes were all over him, staring so piercingly that the man had to blink... not because he was just pulled out of a sleep that he had struggled to get by the way, it had more to do with the sinking point of the knife that had managed to break the skin on his throat. Many would be in shock in his place, but for him, other than the pounding motion of his excited heart, he seemed to have regained his wits altogether. Despite the light trickle of blood that trailed down his neck, he maintained a relatively cool air about him, and met her burning gaze with a sedate one to match.
"You... you're... Anna, yes, Anna... I did some research on you and your team... I heard that you're the fiesty one."
Despite the fact that it hurt to do it, the man still chuckled anyway, causing more blood to slug down his neck.
"Don't try to get cute with me you piece of shit, you killed Tracy."
Anna's piercing eyes along with her now slightly emotional voice, all but fired at him. The man met her burning gaze unflinchingly as he prepared his response to her sharp accusation.
"I didn't."
His flat and matter-of-fact tone droned, and that did it, Anna had enough. The way he denied it so flippantly broke her nerve, she felt a licking flame fan out from the base of her chest and light up her world in an instant as it spread outward.
"Don't you start with me you fuck! I saw you! It WAS you, my vision was fading from that stupid gas you sprayed, but I saw you go after her and knock her silly!"
"You'd better shut it if you wanna last long enough to offer any sort of prayer..."
Tears stung the corner of her eyes as her grief choked her near the point of strangulation, but she refused to let them out. Instead, she channeled her frustrations to the knife in her hand. She withdrew it rapidly, then plunged it fairly deeply, into one of the man's biceps. It was a clean thrust that hit home, it elicited a pained groan from the man, as the sharp fang of pain seared through his nerves. His groans and squirms soothed the biting edge of the pain that stung her entire being. She pinned him down with her full weight now, as she straddled him and leaned most of her weight on the one hand of hers, that rested firmly on his chest.
"I didn't come here to listen to your cheap lies! I'm here to avenge Tracy!"
She announced in a strangled voice, ignoring the man's pained efforts to try and stop the blood that streamed out of his fairly deep stab wound. The man grinded his teeth in suppressed rage and pain, doing the best he could to ignore the remorseless daggers of agony that threatened to make him shiver.
"I'm telling you, I didn't kill your friend. Yes, she put up more of a fight and was harder to knock down, but I'm telling you once more."
"I DIDN'T KILL YOUR FRIEND!"
He groaned and threw his head back as another fresh wave of pain shot from his wounded arm, and circulated through his entire body. Anna wasn't buying it though, she brought her heated face smotheringly close to his, and hissed out the question.
"If you didn't kill her... who did?"
Her knife teasingly scraped his thighs as her angry face beamed down on him. He on the other hand, was getting really sick of the whole game he woke up to. Unadulterated anger began to rise in him too, giving him a burst of adrenaline that numbed the pain in his bleeding arm.
"Do you think I'm afraid of you? I'd be proud to have been the one to bring down a member of your harmful group. The Sisters of Steel, are nothing but a group of blood thirsty bitches that do what they want, when they want."
"You guys have a lot of enemies, and I'm sure that a mutual enemy of ours set me up. Or maybe, the person is only after you or your group, cos if I wind up dead tonight, my fellow Halo members will have you and your four remaining cronies dead in the next three days at least... that's a damn guarantee!"
His voice was rising now as his passion found him, he's had enough of her bossing him over, but he'll have to do something quick. Just when he thought he was gaining traction, it became ckear to him that Anna had other plans of her own. Her eyes went blank for a second, then they came back on with ten times more fire than before.
"Then we'll be glad to join Tracy in hell, and I'll be happy to describe how I gutted your pathetic hunks of flesh!"
She raised her knife to stab him again, but his good arm came from nowhere, it struck her wrist like a cudgel, and her arm momentarily went limp, causing her to drop the knife.
"Fuck!"
She cursed as she reached for the gun behind her. He was proving to be too much trouble, better to end it quickly. Gun in hand, her arms flashed straight at him as she prepared to fill his skull with all the bullets that the damn pistol could hold, but once more, his arm intercepted hers, and forced the gun upwards.
Breathing heavily now, both of them wrestled to gain possession of the gun. It was an annoying proposition for the man who had only one good arm, he was literally operating at half his strength, otherwise, he fancied that he could've won the struggle pretty easily. They fell off the bed and rolled over eachother in their attempts to gain control, each one literally hanging on for dear life, hanging on with all they had too.
Three missed shots later, Anna found herself on top, she thanked her stars that she had stabbed his arm earlier. His wounded arm really came into play. She hurriedly pointed the gun at his forehead and...
BANG!
A shot rang out, but it wasn't the man that fell to the floor, Anna did. She clutched her left arm with a sharp gasp, as she writhed in pain. During the struggle, a third player had entered the fray, unnoticed of course, by the charged combatants. He pointed his gun at her to finish her off, but he didn't get the chance to. She rolled away from his aim, then dropped a smoke pellet; filling the room with a thick, choking, and irritating cloud of smoke. The sound of smashing glass filled the room shortly after, and when the smoke cleared, she was nowhere to be found.
The window behind them had been smashed through though, leaving jagged edges of bloody glass. The newcomer rushed to his partner's aid, had he been a little later at arriving in the scene, his friend would definitely have had a lot more than a bleeding arm to worry about.
"Damn bitch! You alright, Alex?"
He asked as he quickly tore a piece of his sleeve to tie his bleeding arm.
"Yeah...I guess, thanks Tom... I really owe you one. How did you know she was here anyways?"
Tom heaved his friend to his feet and patted his back.
"Live through this shit, and I'll tell you."
Both men broke into a laugh as Tom helped Alex walk out of the room, which was now a mess of blood, glass, and bullet casings.
This one's gonna be one of my more fleshed out ideas. I normally don't subscribe to overcooking things up front, but I'll be doing a little bit of that here due to the complexity of the plot.
Well, enough yapping, here ya go.
The idea basically revolves round my main character an assassin, who is tasked with eliminating your main character. I despise taking away creative freedom from my partners, so I'd leave her occupation to you. However, for this plot, it'll be better and more realistic if she's a tough girl, preferably one who has no qualms or is at least capable of getting her hands dirty and soiled with blood. She can be a criminal element or what not, that part is up to you.
My character is actually one of the most infamous and effective assassins in the game. His true identity is unknown, and he's infamously dubbed as "Wraith" because of this. Why call a renowned hitman to kill someone? Because the contractor doesn't want any hitches with the hit, and certainly no failure. Because they are aware that your character is far from being a slouch...and missing while coming for her will have very dark consequences.
So my character approaches yours and is about to do his job when the unthinkable happens.... he becomes fascinated by YC. Her efficiency in handling her rivals and her overall independent, confident and tough nature made him decide to toy with his prey a little first. So he approaches her, and shows her the charming face that no one that's still breathing has seen.
So essentially he turns on the charm, with Yc being Yc...not easily impressed. So in order to afford himself some more time to toy with his prey, he decides to help her out with her crimimal activities (or whatever occupation you chose for her).
It isn't long before the duo start making some big hits, and adding more names to an already bloated list of enemies.
Now at this time, both characters develop romantic and mostly lustful tension. (Love is something people like this tend to avoid or deny till it overwhelms them completely).
But here's where things get really interesting, and where the fantasy springs into life. During their daring escapades, their brazen and often chaotic acts have attracted the presence of a supernatural entity. A dark being that was trapped in a seal ages ago for it's spread of carnage and chaos. This being has stewed over in rage for ages...waiting for the right opportunity to breach it's seal.
His wish would seem to come within touching distance now. With the seal weakening over the years, it could finally seep the more latent aspects of it's powers through the faults in the seal. However, the seal is far from flimsy, and with the greater parts of it's powers still trapped in the seal, escape is only that close but quite impossible.
This presence however, is armed with the ability to feast on the lust, perversion, greed and other negativities of man. In it's current weak state tho, it can't feast on a mass of people. Neither can it extend it's influence very far. So it sat and waited, targetting one or two suitable individuals that fall into its range with time....feeding on their negativities and influencing them to improve on them. It slowly built up the power it needs. Now tho, it just needs that little bit to act as the activation energy....that's where our characters come in.
Considering our characters as the perfect pair that'll give it the last burst of energy it needs to escape from its prison, it progressivesly ensnares them under its evil influence. They, unaware of its presence in their minds got even bolder....adding even more enemies to their unreal lists. It isn't long before they both are topping every list of both the authorities, and the jealous gangs who can't comprehend their unreal success and brazen nature.
However all good things must come to am end and actions have consequences. Their rollercoaster of a tumultuous life came to an abrupt but very pronounced end. However it happened, either their growing list of enemies finally swallowed them, or the presence who is now free decides to repay them with evil is up to us.
So they die and get sent where all sinners go....hell. Their fates were about to be sealed by eternal consignment when a deal too good to resist lands on their faces. They will be given their lives back with supernatural improvements...all they have to do is ensure that they take down the menance they had unknowingly unleashed upon the world and restore its balance.
They took it, and find themselves back in the land of the living. As promised, with supernatural improvements. The question is, will they mend their ways after they take down the now insanely powerful presence? Or will their drive to avenge their deaths at the hands of their numerous enemies and their former greed take control to make them an even worse menance with their new powers?....now the story truly begins.
Well, enough yapping, here ya go.
The idea basically revolves round my main character an assassin, who is tasked with eliminating your main character. I despise taking away creative freedom from my partners, so I'd leave her occupation to you. However, for this plot, it'll be better and more realistic if she's a tough girl, preferably one who has no qualms or is at least capable of getting her hands dirty and soiled with blood. She can be a criminal element or what not, that part is up to you.
My character is actually one of the most infamous and effective assassins in the game. His true identity is unknown, and he's infamously dubbed as "Wraith" because of this. Why call a renowned hitman to kill someone? Because the contractor doesn't want any hitches with the hit, and certainly no failure. Because they are aware that your character is far from being a slouch...and missing while coming for her will have very dark consequences.
So my character approaches yours and is about to do his job when the unthinkable happens.... he becomes fascinated by YC. Her efficiency in handling her rivals and her overall independent, confident and tough nature made him decide to toy with his prey a little first. So he approaches her, and shows her the charming face that no one that's still breathing has seen.
So essentially he turns on the charm, with Yc being Yc...not easily impressed. So in order to afford himself some more time to toy with his prey, he decides to help her out with her crimimal activities (or whatever occupation you chose for her).
It isn't long before the duo start making some big hits, and adding more names to an already bloated list of enemies.
Now at this time, both characters develop romantic and mostly lustful tension. (Love is something people like this tend to avoid or deny till it overwhelms them completely).
But here's where things get really interesting, and where the fantasy springs into life. During their daring escapades, their brazen and often chaotic acts have attracted the presence of a supernatural entity. A dark being that was trapped in a seal ages ago for it's spread of carnage and chaos. This being has stewed over in rage for ages...waiting for the right opportunity to breach it's seal.
His wish would seem to come within touching distance now. With the seal weakening over the years, it could finally seep the more latent aspects of it's powers through the faults in the seal. However, the seal is far from flimsy, and with the greater parts of it's powers still trapped in the seal, escape is only that close but quite impossible.
This presence however, is armed with the ability to feast on the lust, perversion, greed and other negativities of man. In it's current weak state tho, it can't feast on a mass of people. Neither can it extend it's influence very far. So it sat and waited, targetting one or two suitable individuals that fall into its range with time....feeding on their negativities and influencing them to improve on them. It slowly built up the power it needs. Now tho, it just needs that little bit to act as the activation energy....that's where our characters come in.
Considering our characters as the perfect pair that'll give it the last burst of energy it needs to escape from its prison, it progressivesly ensnares them under its evil influence. They, unaware of its presence in their minds got even bolder....adding even more enemies to their unreal lists. It isn't long before they both are topping every list of both the authorities, and the jealous gangs who can't comprehend their unreal success and brazen nature.
However all good things must come to am end and actions have consequences. Their rollercoaster of a tumultuous life came to an abrupt but very pronounced end. However it happened, either their growing list of enemies finally swallowed them, or the presence who is now free decides to repay them with evil is up to us.
So they die and get sent where all sinners go....hell. Their fates were about to be sealed by eternal consignment when a deal too good to resist lands on their faces. They will be given their lives back with supernatural improvements...all they have to do is ensure that they take down the menance they had unknowingly unleashed upon the world and restore its balance.
They took it, and find themselves back in the land of the living. As promised, with supernatural improvements. The question is, will they mend their ways after they take down the now insanely powerful presence? Or will their drive to avenge their deaths at the hands of their numerous enemies and their former greed take control to make them an even worse menance with their new powers?....now the story truly begins.
"What's worse than a world with a lot of rogues? A planet populated with them"
Advancement, development.... growth. Call it whatever you will. The growing thirst for efficiency and improvement that has driven the human race like any other sentient one; to push towards the boundaries of their capacity, and smash them in hopes of getting "better" has been a very potent one. One that has brought about many positive developments. However, with an onslaught of positives, the universe often tends to balance it out with a legion of negatives. In other words, the bad tends to outweigh the good in such matters
Since the dawn of civilization, mankind has found itself in a crazy dance with the vices if society. Greed, lust... ๐๐๐๐๐. Throughout history, tasteful labels and punishment have been cast upon the individuals among us who have chosen the crooked paths of moral and societal deviance. In an age of exploration however (Celestial exploration that is) the big minds of the earth have found a very practical use for the condemned among us.....
This, is the story behind it....
Advancement tends to come with heavy price tags, most often than not, the very planet that nurtures us tends to be the one who pay. However, as time wore on, and her wounds became grave, mother earth got sick and tired of being poisoned by her errant children. She decided to retaliate in like manner.... fast, and it won't be long before she becomes an uninhabitable hellscape for the children she once pampered to a nasty rot. It's a race against time. One that the resilient humans are up for.
Excitement had spread like wildfire amongst the populace of the earth when news of a GSCA (Global Space Command Agency) probe named "Seeker", sent reports and footages of a virtually perfect planet that the humans can move into; once thier unrenewable rent on their native earth finally expired, hit the airwaves.
Sure, word was that the eggheads still had a lot of tests to run, and research to do before arrangements to colonize the planet can finally be put in place. What the general public don't know of course, is that their prospective Eden may not be as charming as it seems, and that it may be a storehouse of abiotic hurdles and organic competitors lying in wait if Earthlings do take the plunge.
The eggheads however, are very aware of this fact... and what's their solution? Send the worst of us ahead, let's see how well they fare..... perhaps, arm them even, let them weed for us... Everybody wins! It's not like they have much choice anyways.... do they?
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PS: I'm not much of a group play guy, but I've gotta admit that this idea has some group potential.
Anyway, I'm obviously looking for someone (or some people) who are willing to explore the dangers of a strange new world with moi.
Ahem! Again, the candidates for this voyage are supposed to be hardened dirtbags. I mean, they're literally ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ it'll be sad (and funny as hell), if a sweet, innocent girl winds up in this plot. Seriously!
Advancement, development.... growth. Call it whatever you will. The growing thirst for efficiency and improvement that has driven the human race like any other sentient one; to push towards the boundaries of their capacity, and smash them in hopes of getting "better" has been a very potent one. One that has brought about many positive developments. However, with an onslaught of positives, the universe often tends to balance it out with a legion of negatives. In other words, the bad tends to outweigh the good in such matters
Since the dawn of civilization, mankind has found itself in a crazy dance with the vices if society. Greed, lust... ๐๐๐๐๐. Throughout history, tasteful labels and punishment have been cast upon the individuals among us who have chosen the crooked paths of moral and societal deviance. In an age of exploration however (Celestial exploration that is) the big minds of the earth have found a very practical use for the condemned among us.....
This, is the story behind it....
Advancement tends to come with heavy price tags, most often than not, the very planet that nurtures us tends to be the one who pay. However, as time wore on, and her wounds became grave, mother earth got sick and tired of being poisoned by her errant children. She decided to retaliate in like manner.... fast, and it won't be long before she becomes an uninhabitable hellscape for the children she once pampered to a nasty rot. It's a race against time. One that the resilient humans are up for.
Excitement had spread like wildfire amongst the populace of the earth when news of a GSCA (Global Space Command Agency) probe named "Seeker", sent reports and footages of a virtually perfect planet that the humans can move into; once thier unrenewable rent on their native earth finally expired, hit the airwaves.
Sure, word was that the eggheads still had a lot of tests to run, and research to do before arrangements to colonize the planet can finally be put in place. What the general public don't know of course, is that their prospective Eden may not be as charming as it seems, and that it may be a storehouse of abiotic hurdles and organic competitors lying in wait if Earthlings do take the plunge.
The eggheads however, are very aware of this fact... and what's their solution? Send the worst of us ahead, let's see how well they fare..... perhaps, arm them even, let them weed for us... Everybody wins! It's not like they have much choice anyways.... do they?
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PS: I'm not much of a group play guy, but I've gotta admit that this idea has some group potential.
Anyway, I'm obviously looking for someone (or some people) who are willing to explore the dangers of a strange new world with moi.
Ahem! Again, the candidates for this voyage are supposed to be hardened dirtbags. I mean, they're literally ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ it'll be sad (and funny as hell), if a sweet, innocent girl winds up in this plot. Seriously!
We never appreciate the little things we have, till they're whisked away from our grasp."
Faith has always been a big part of humanity. Belief in gods, the need to feel accountable to higher beings, or a higher presence that can make light work of every man's insurmountable obstacles in return for acts if worship or allegiance on the part of man: It has been a catalyst for many of mankind's steps towards complexity and self-sufficiency. At the crossroads between self-sufficiency and the convenient reliance on the gods however... there are prices to pay, prices tied to choice; the one true power of man.
Some call them gods, others choose to refer to them as mystics. The one thing that both groups of people have in common though, is the awareness of the power possessed by these beings in question.
When mankind found itself at a crossroads regarding it's philosophy about life, it wasn't too much of a shock that this time, not everyone was on the same page.
The "Sovereigns": pioneering and excelling in the rudimentary new passion of man that is technology, advocate self-sufficiency and lash out against the folly of worship, and the persistent dependence on fickle gods for things they already possess.
The "Believers" on the other hand: guardians of the arcane mysteries of the elements and mana, chose to retain their affiliations with the gods of old.
For a few frantic years, both forces seemed to be in a never ending tug-of-war for the philosophical future of mankind. The phrase "live and let live" seemed to them, an impracticable one. That was until THEY descended upon the Earth.....Mystics? Gods? Whatever you choose to call them, they came in all their fury, and struck without prejudice. That's when the war began..... When mankind learned to swallow it's differences even if only momentarily to achieve a common goal.....๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐!
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PS: First things first, I envision a pretty medieval setting for this plot with a strong touch of steampunk.
Basically, the Believers live IN thier time with regards to thier architecture, literary knowledge and technology. It's the Sovereigns on the other hand that live ahead if their time in respect to those areas highlighted.
Now it's quite obvious that although both surviving members of both parties have come to terms with the fact cooperation is essential for survival, there's still gonna be a lot of tension between them.
Let's see; the Believers rely on a clever mixture of their medieval weaponry and magic to fight. While their counterparts rely on a mixture of their steampunk technology and "refined" or "pseudo-magic" to do battle.
Here's where things get interesting.
The alliance between the groups didn't come easy, it was born of necessity however, when after observing the results of several Ill fated battles, both groups noticed that certain elements of their attacks only affect the mystic forces partially. In order words, their best chance is to fuse their attacks together if they hope to pack any real, sustainable punch.
(I'll be happy to explain this part better and even entertain ideas on fine-tuning it from prospective partners in PM!)
Anyways, both parties decided to fuse their attacks..... literally!
How you ask? Well, they decided to form individual units of two individuals, one Sovereign "Striker" and one Believer "War-Mage".
In order to ensure maximum efficiency and also to bypass potential splitting of units due to the obvious and overwhelming differences between both parties (that stubbornly continues to linger despite the war) a consensus was reached to perform a "Shackling" ritual. Once performed, members of a unit become spiritually bound to one another, so that when one suffers physically or mentally, an empathetic response is triggered in the other.
There's a good side to Shackling as well....or at least a beneficial side of it for the war. Shackled units literally have the mana of the Believers merged with the spirit of the Sovereigns. This consequently increases the depth of their energy reserves, while also granting the extra perk of granting the attacks of both members of a unit, attributes from their partners.
Whew! I hope I explained all that shit well enough. I'm always open to questions and requests for further clarification, alongside any ideas or modifications that can spice this thing up even more.
-Fuck! I almost forgot to add that I'll be playing a Sovereign Striker-.....
Faith has always been a big part of humanity. Belief in gods, the need to feel accountable to higher beings, or a higher presence that can make light work of every man's insurmountable obstacles in return for acts if worship or allegiance on the part of man: It has been a catalyst for many of mankind's steps towards complexity and self-sufficiency. At the crossroads between self-sufficiency and the convenient reliance on the gods however... there are prices to pay, prices tied to choice; the one true power of man.
Some call them gods, others choose to refer to them as mystics. The one thing that both groups of people have in common though, is the awareness of the power possessed by these beings in question.
When mankind found itself at a crossroads regarding it's philosophy about life, it wasn't too much of a shock that this time, not everyone was on the same page.
The "Sovereigns": pioneering and excelling in the rudimentary new passion of man that is technology, advocate self-sufficiency and lash out against the folly of worship, and the persistent dependence on fickle gods for things they already possess.
The "Believers" on the other hand: guardians of the arcane mysteries of the elements and mana, chose to retain their affiliations with the gods of old.
For a few frantic years, both forces seemed to be in a never ending tug-of-war for the philosophical future of mankind. The phrase "live and let live" seemed to them, an impracticable one. That was until THEY descended upon the Earth.....Mystics? Gods? Whatever you choose to call them, they came in all their fury, and struck without prejudice. That's when the war began..... When mankind learned to swallow it's differences even if only momentarily to achieve a common goal.....๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐!
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PS: First things first, I envision a pretty medieval setting for this plot with a strong touch of steampunk.
Basically, the Believers live IN thier time with regards to thier architecture, literary knowledge and technology. It's the Sovereigns on the other hand that live ahead if their time in respect to those areas highlighted.
Now it's quite obvious that although both surviving members of both parties have come to terms with the fact cooperation is essential for survival, there's still gonna be a lot of tension between them.
Let's see; the Believers rely on a clever mixture of their medieval weaponry and magic to fight. While their counterparts rely on a mixture of their steampunk technology and "refined" or "pseudo-magic" to do battle.
Here's where things get interesting.
The alliance between the groups didn't come easy, it was born of necessity however, when after observing the results of several Ill fated battles, both groups noticed that certain elements of their attacks only affect the mystic forces partially. In order words, their best chance is to fuse their attacks together if they hope to pack any real, sustainable punch.
(I'll be happy to explain this part better and even entertain ideas on fine-tuning it from prospective partners in PM!)
Anyways, both parties decided to fuse their attacks..... literally!
How you ask? Well, they decided to form individual units of two individuals, one Sovereign "Striker" and one Believer "War-Mage".
In order to ensure maximum efficiency and also to bypass potential splitting of units due to the obvious and overwhelming differences between both parties (that stubbornly continues to linger despite the war) a consensus was reached to perform a "Shackling" ritual. Once performed, members of a unit become spiritually bound to one another, so that when one suffers physically or mentally, an empathetic response is triggered in the other.
There's a good side to Shackling as well....or at least a beneficial side of it for the war. Shackled units literally have the mana of the Believers merged with the spirit of the Sovereigns. This consequently increases the depth of their energy reserves, while also granting the extra perk of granting the attacks of both members of a unit, attributes from their partners.
Whew! I hope I explained all that shit well enough. I'm always open to questions and requests for further clarification, alongside any ideas or modifications that can spice this thing up even more.
-Fuck! I almost forgot to add that I'll be playing a Sovereign Striker-.....
Hey! Not every idea I have can be as fleshed out as those ones, but they deserve to be aired out as well. It's for that reason that I'll add another section to this thread so.
PLOT NUGGETS
Like I said earlier, the ideas here won't necessarily be as fleshed out as the ones above. This means that these ones will need to be discussed further in PM. Hell, I enjoy bouncing ideas off my partners' heads anyways.
So I'm currently picturing a world where one nonchalant action leads to some not so pleasant consequences. And as I was typing that, I realized that I ought to back up and start at the beginning. Well, here goes nothing.
So, the basic idea is that my main character; a human male, discovers a weak inter-dimensional rift that leads to...well, another realm of course.
Curiosity gets the better of him, and in his attempts to investigate the weird shimmering space he encountered, he unwittingly stretches the already thin barrier seperating the earth from another realm. (The realm, it's inhabitants and any other detail about it should definitely be discussed in Pm.)
Lost, alarmed and stunned, MC is left to cycle through a range of emotions from awe to dread. That is of course, until the locals notice him. All his awe melts away and the overwhelming force of self-preservation kicks in. He turns and flees, realizing at once that he's made a very big mistake. What he didn't realize however, is how big and costly that mistake will actually be.
Well, here's a rundown of certain things I expect in this plot. The inhabitants of the realm behind the rift are definitely not human. They have to be sentient tho. They can be aliens, gods, shifters....whatever your mind can come up with. My only limit on this is that they at least be humanoid, or have a humanoid form they appear in most of the time.
Details are still sketchy from here, but a few ideas I have are:
MC runs into yours in his haste: YC's agenda and how she will respond is a broad spectrum of possibilities that I'll happily leave to you to decide. She could decide to be a hero for her people by capturing the stranger, she could decide to help him out....it goes on and on.
Did I forget to mention that the inhabitants behind the rift have an ancient grudge with humans that they nursed through the ages? My bad lol. For this reason alone, there'll be no flash friendships, even if your character does decides to help.
Passing through that rift will trigger some gradual changes in my character. It's not something that'll be noticeable from the start, but overtime, he'll gain certain abilities that he can't explain.
So...the rift was breached, by the humans first! This breaks the bond between humans and the inhabitants behind the rift made GENERATIONS ago. While the inhabitants behind the rift nursed their anger towards humans and ensured that new generations knew of this bond and what it meant if either race breaks it, humans have been....well doing what humans do best lol. I'm thinking, the inhabitants behind the rift were severly exploited and mistreated by humans in a distant past when they lived together. So, sick of the mistreatment, the other race decides to move behind the rift and into a harsh and untamed world. That should explain the bond and the hatred.
I'm sure I don't need to add this one but....WARFARE! The humans breached the rift first, no explanation needed, they deserve to be invaded and to suffer generations worth of pent up anger. Only, it'll be far from a piece of cake as humans have been making huge technoligical advancements through the ages.
So, that's all my brain can come up with for now! Hopefully it's good and not jumbled enough to catch someone's attention.
So, the basic idea is that my main character; a human male, discovers a weak inter-dimensional rift that leads to...well, another realm of course.
Curiosity gets the better of him, and in his attempts to investigate the weird shimmering space he encountered, he unwittingly stretches the already thin barrier seperating the earth from another realm. (The realm, it's inhabitants and any other detail about it should definitely be discussed in Pm.)
Lost, alarmed and stunned, MC is left to cycle through a range of emotions from awe to dread. That is of course, until the locals notice him. All his awe melts away and the overwhelming force of self-preservation kicks in. He turns and flees, realizing at once that he's made a very big mistake. What he didn't realize however, is how big and costly that mistake will actually be.
Well, here's a rundown of certain things I expect in this plot. The inhabitants of the realm behind the rift are definitely not human. They have to be sentient tho. They can be aliens, gods, shifters....whatever your mind can come up with. My only limit on this is that they at least be humanoid, or have a humanoid form they appear in most of the time.
Details are still sketchy from here, but a few ideas I have are:
MC runs into yours in his haste: YC's agenda and how she will respond is a broad spectrum of possibilities that I'll happily leave to you to decide. She could decide to be a hero for her people by capturing the stranger, she could decide to help him out....it goes on and on.
Did I forget to mention that the inhabitants behind the rift have an ancient grudge with humans that they nursed through the ages? My bad lol. For this reason alone, there'll be no flash friendships, even if your character does decides to help.
Passing through that rift will trigger some gradual changes in my character. It's not something that'll be noticeable from the start, but overtime, he'll gain certain abilities that he can't explain.
So...the rift was breached, by the humans first! This breaks the bond between humans and the inhabitants behind the rift made GENERATIONS ago. While the inhabitants behind the rift nursed their anger towards humans and ensured that new generations knew of this bond and what it meant if either race breaks it, humans have been....well doing what humans do best lol. I'm thinking, the inhabitants behind the rift were severly exploited and mistreated by humans in a distant past when they lived together. So, sick of the mistreatment, the other race decides to move behind the rift and into a harsh and untamed world. That should explain the bond and the hatred.
I'm sure I don't need to add this one but....WARFARE! The humans breached the rift first, no explanation needed, they deserve to be invaded and to suffer generations worth of pent up anger. Only, it'll be far from a piece of cake as humans have been making huge technoligical advancements through the ages.
So, that's all my brain can come up with for now! Hopefully it's good and not jumbled enough to catch someone's attention.
"There was a time when I was almost always sickly......... Doc's gave me all the medication I could take. But they didn't work, never did. In time I learned that I had a better hold over my "illness" than the men and women in white coats. I stumbled upon the one elixir for my many troubles that I later came to realize were as mental as they were physical.
Wanna know what that elixir is?....... it's pain. Torture, agony, strife.....I relish them. I live for them all." (The sermon of agony as delivered to victims of ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐บ BY ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐บ)
What could possibly go wrong? A groundbreaking experiment that's just as dangerous as it is potentially rewarding if it's successful. What could possibly go wrong with performing that very experiment on one of society's biggest and infamous cancerous outgrowths? A man - no! Creature, that has managed to rival the endeavors and infamy of the Spanish Inquisition before his twenty third birthday?
What if one picks up this unapologetic human waste with a self-proclaimed; "incurable enjoyment and thirst for the unbridled agony of others" from his maximum security cell where he's serving three consecutive life sentences without the possibility of parole for the unspeakable horrors he has wrought on a few men and several women that's public knowledge, and designate him as the test subject for an experiment with a seventy percent chance of fatality, and a hundred percent chance of unimaginable pain to be endured by the subject?
Well, nothing would be the answer in hindsight, and that's the conclusion reached by the team of scientists backed by the government when they finally got the consent of the blight on humanity in question.
Apparently, his enjoyment of agony had no exclusions whatsoever, even if that agony was his own.
To put it in his twisted words; "Why thank you! I'll be going out just the way I would've preferred it."
The motherfucker was such a sucker for pain that he said "yes!" When a legion of others howled a resounding "NO!"........and so it began.
The experiment in itself was pretty complex, as was the procedures involved in it. The aim of it though, not so much.
The aim was to create a procedure that would grant the cells of the subject the ability to regenerate at amazing rates. Practical application for such a procedure once perfected are as diverse and as beneficial as hell!
The team were not very optimistic about getting a homerun on their very first swing of the bat though (that's why they opted to experiment on people that won't be missed). Honestly they were expecting the subject to expire shortly after the procedure.....IF he made it that far. However, after running simulations and pseudo-tests for a few years, they were very eager to cop a feel of the real deal.
The experiment in itself was pretty much everything they expected; lots of pain for the subject, and lots of information for the experimenting team to digest in a short period.
That was until all hell broke loose.
Somehow, the apparatus went haywire, the whole experiment spiralled out of control, and most notably, the subject simply vanished into thin air! (Eggheads would tell you that his molecules simply disintegrated)
And, that was that for the first attempt at getting the real deal done.....
๐๐ณ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ช๐ต?
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PS: So obviously, the subject who happens to be my main character in this plot survives. Not only did he survive though, but he did so with massive upgrades.
Unknown to the disappointed experimenting team, their experiment was a success. However, the complications to the process had its own effects.
The subject now not only possesses the ability to heal and even regenerate lost limbs, he now also has the ability to become invisible, and although unknown to him at the time, manipulate the density of his molecules!
I promised some depraved shit right? Well here it comes!
When The subject who has now reinvented himself as "Agony" says that pain is the only drug that works for him, he really wasn't kidding. Now that he's managed to slip out of prison with new abilities to boot and further aid his attempts to date hid unquenchable thirst, he really goes to town with it.
Agony will "hunt and hurt" any breathing person, but has a very strong preference for women.
This is where ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ come in.
Whatever kind of gal you play is completely up to you, but as with all ideas in this section, I'll fire a few pointers.
๐๐ฏ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ถ๐ฏ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ท๐ช๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ฎ: Feel like playing that average chick who wound up in the wrong place at the wrong time and also managed to catch the eye of the wrong man? Go for it!
๐๐ธ๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ค๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ช๐ค๐ฆ: Feel like playing that badass bitch with sadistic and masochistic tastes to make her the vixen for Agony? Perhaps one who'll even help him lure in victims and participate in his ritual of pain and abuse....also go for it!
๐๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ: Wanna be the noble chick who makes it her purpose to hunt down and rid the world of this overblown cancer that's now three times worse than it used to be? Hell yeah! Give it a shot! Just prepare to have a literally gruelling time too
๐๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ: All flavors above could be spiced up even further by balancing the equation so to speak. Agony is literally a supervillain, So it'll not be out of place for him to be hunted down by a superheroine, make one his prized target, or even have a supervillain Bonnie to his twisted Clyde if you catch my drift
Wanna know what that elixir is?....... it's pain. Torture, agony, strife.....I relish them. I live for them all." (The sermon of agony as delivered to victims of ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐บ BY ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐บ)
What could possibly go wrong? A groundbreaking experiment that's just as dangerous as it is potentially rewarding if it's successful. What could possibly go wrong with performing that very experiment on one of society's biggest and infamous cancerous outgrowths? A man - no! Creature, that has managed to rival the endeavors and infamy of the Spanish Inquisition before his twenty third birthday?
What if one picks up this unapologetic human waste with a self-proclaimed; "incurable enjoyment and thirst for the unbridled agony of others" from his maximum security cell where he's serving three consecutive life sentences without the possibility of parole for the unspeakable horrors he has wrought on a few men and several women that's public knowledge, and designate him as the test subject for an experiment with a seventy percent chance of fatality, and a hundred percent chance of unimaginable pain to be endured by the subject?
Well, nothing would be the answer in hindsight, and that's the conclusion reached by the team of scientists backed by the government when they finally got the consent of the blight on humanity in question.
Apparently, his enjoyment of agony had no exclusions whatsoever, even if that agony was his own.
To put it in his twisted words; "Why thank you! I'll be going out just the way I would've preferred it."
The motherfucker was such a sucker for pain that he said "yes!" When a legion of others howled a resounding "NO!"........and so it began.
The experiment in itself was pretty complex, as was the procedures involved in it. The aim of it though, not so much.
The aim was to create a procedure that would grant the cells of the subject the ability to regenerate at amazing rates. Practical application for such a procedure once perfected are as diverse and as beneficial as hell!
The team were not very optimistic about getting a homerun on their very first swing of the bat though (that's why they opted to experiment on people that won't be missed). Honestly they were expecting the subject to expire shortly after the procedure.....IF he made it that far. However, after running simulations and pseudo-tests for a few years, they were very eager to cop a feel of the real deal.
The experiment in itself was pretty much everything they expected; lots of pain for the subject, and lots of information for the experimenting team to digest in a short period.
That was until all hell broke loose.
Somehow, the apparatus went haywire, the whole experiment spiralled out of control, and most notably, the subject simply vanished into thin air! (Eggheads would tell you that his molecules simply disintegrated)
And, that was that for the first attempt at getting the real deal done.....
๐๐ณ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ช๐ต?
______________________________
PS: So obviously, the subject who happens to be my main character in this plot survives. Not only did he survive though, but he did so with massive upgrades.
Unknown to the disappointed experimenting team, their experiment was a success. However, the complications to the process had its own effects.
The subject now not only possesses the ability to heal and even regenerate lost limbs, he now also has the ability to become invisible, and although unknown to him at the time, manipulate the density of his molecules!
I promised some depraved shit right? Well here it comes!
When The subject who has now reinvented himself as "Agony" says that pain is the only drug that works for him, he really wasn't kidding. Now that he's managed to slip out of prison with new abilities to boot and further aid his attempts to date hid unquenchable thirst, he really goes to town with it.
Agony will "hunt and hurt" any breathing person, but has a very strong preference for women.
This is where ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ come in.
Whatever kind of gal you play is completely up to you, but as with all ideas in this section, I'll fire a few pointers.
๐๐ฏ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ถ๐ฏ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ท๐ช๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ฎ: Feel like playing that average chick who wound up in the wrong place at the wrong time and also managed to catch the eye of the wrong man? Go for it!
๐๐ธ๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ค๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ช๐ค๐ฆ: Feel like playing that badass bitch with sadistic and masochistic tastes to make her the vixen for Agony? Perhaps one who'll even help him lure in victims and participate in his ritual of pain and abuse....also go for it!
๐๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ: Wanna be the noble chick who makes it her purpose to hunt down and rid the world of this overblown cancer that's now three times worse than it used to be? Hell yeah! Give it a shot! Just prepare to have a literally gruelling time too
๐๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ: All flavors above could be spiced up even further by balancing the equation so to speak. Agony is literally a supervillain, So it'll not be out of place for him to be hunted down by a superheroine, make one his prized target, or even have a supervillain Bonnie to his twisted Clyde if you catch my drift
Don't be shy! It doesn't matter if your muse is sadistic, masochistic or both with a hint of that twisted craving for the darker aspect of things. Step up and get ready to get down and dirty with this baby cos I sure am!)
Stay tuned, more to come eventually.
So there they are, those are the ideas I have currently, I'm open to other ideas as well, so if you have any, flash them at me.
I'll probably add more plot ideas with time as well. So feel free to send me a pm.
Note: all ideas are open to modifications, I want my partners to be as into the story as I am.
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