LittleMissLexi
Lovely Little Dead Girl
- Joined
- Jun 24, 2022
- Location
- USA
Hello everyone! My name is Lexi (F twenty-something) and I have a lineup of mostly Sci-Fi based roles and characters that I'd love to flesh out with some new partners. See below for some descriptions and message me if it sounds like your thing!
Favorite tropes...
I really enjoy playing against the reluctant hero rather than someone with a heart of gold. The same goes for the underdog. I always find it interesting to play a dynamic with someone who is mediocre, lower class, or otherwise just your average Joe, especially considering the crazy situations we'll inevitably get into. I typically get bored when my partner is endlessly rich and can buy their way out of any situation rather than subvert the law to make things work. Finally, while I like someone who doesn't want to fight, I prefer a fighter to a lover. Get angry, get vicious, you can't always talk your way out of Armageddon.
Bonus round. I love love love characters with opposing views or life styles. Brawler to my pacifist. Warrior to my meekness. Reckless to my cautious. Righteous to my wicked. Regimented to my chaotic.
What i'm looking for...
Now then, onto the fun part! See all my latest plots, roles, and interests below!
A listing of some non-specific pairings and match ups that I enjoy or would be interested in. My preferred role is on the left.
Outlaw - Bounty Hunter
Distressing Damsel - Unlikely Hero
Slave - Unwilling Owner
Demon - Human
Demon - Angel/Nephalem(Nephilim?)
Android - Owner/Creator
SlimeGirl - Human
A.I. - Ship Captain/Mercenary/Explorer
Thief - Victim
Psycho/Raider - Survivor
Engineer - Supersoldier
Engineer - Mech pilot
Engineer - Android/Machine
Medic - Knight
I'm sure this list will grow, but that's all I can think of for now. If anything piques your curiosity here or on my specific plots below, please give me a shout!
Below is a listing of prompts for you to reply to directly. No openers, no pre-roleplay discussion, no plotting, just hit the ground running. As such, a lot of these depend on your character awakening, losing their memory, or otherwise being in the dark to start. I'll provide a few paragraphs to give context to the opening, and you can reply to it with a message directly to me
some are based on my specific roles below, and others I'm making up off the top of my head! If any of them catch your eye, please include the title in your message to me 
Preferred roles in purple, but I might be willing to mix things up for the right partner.
You'll notice a "Freeform to Linear" scale. This marks the structure of that specific plot. Ranging from Freeform where I might just have characters and a general setting picked out, to Linear where I have a very specific idea of how I want this roleplay to play out. Sometimes I just have a story to tell, and I want you to be along for the ride, other times I have a character I want to explore and I need you to help facilitate that.
Finally, I've added a quick idea of what type of characters I'm looking to play against for each plot. This isn't a hard rule, but just so you have an idea of what I'm looking for.
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Succubus x Human
Vylleth Profile
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"SlimeGirl" x Human
Abigale/Lex Profile
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Android x Human
September Profile
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Psycho Outlaw x Bounty Hunter
Nikita/Eden Profile
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Alien x Human
Xyless Profile
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Human x Super Soldier
Allison Profile
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Neko X Human
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Demi-God X Human
Smut normally takes a back seat for me, but every once in a while I get a craving to play some especially depraved scenes. A lot of these are rather taboo, pretty kinky, and will more than likely be no more than a scene or two. Generally, I don't have much interest in long term smut-centric roles.
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The Abusive Boyfriend Saga
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I've got a lot of one off scenes I rather enjoy for this situation. Mostly involving heavy themes of low self-worth and dub-con. If you don't want to play an abusive asshole, I recommend avoiding this content.
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Demi-Humans
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Something about a girl with cat ears just screams "use my body like a cheap sex doll" and honestly I'm here for it.
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Android Girl
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Dark Elf
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Succubus
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I'm always open to new ideas! So feel free to message me if I sound interesting to you! I'd love to hear what you have in mind.
Favorite tropes...
I really enjoy playing against the reluctant hero rather than someone with a heart of gold. The same goes for the underdog. I always find it interesting to play a dynamic with someone who is mediocre, lower class, or otherwise just your average Joe, especially considering the crazy situations we'll inevitably get into. I typically get bored when my partner is endlessly rich and can buy their way out of any situation rather than subvert the law to make things work. Finally, while I like someone who doesn't want to fight, I prefer a fighter to a lover. Get angry, get vicious, you can't always talk your way out of Armageddon.
Bonus round. I love love love characters with opposing views or life styles. Brawler to my pacifist. Warrior to my meekness. Reckless to my cautious. Righteous to my wicked. Regimented to my chaotic.
What i'm looking for...
- Long term partners
- Semi-literate
- 200+ word responses minimum
- Fandoms
- Ridiculous plots to justify a kink
- Strictly or predominantly smut
- Usually I respond at least weekly, but up to daily if you've really got my interest.
- Ghost friendly, but I prefer a heads up.
- Responses are usually at least 300 to 500 words
- Third person, past tense
Smut, Turn-ons, and Turn-offs...
Sexual themes are always optional. Most of my roles can include them but none of them have to, and if needed I'm perfectly comfortable fading to black when the time comes. As far as when that time should be, let's just read the situation and keep in touch OOC to make sure we're both on the same page. Slow burns are always desirable, but sometimes the heat of the moment can overtake us.
Please don't come at me if you're only looking for smut. I prefer story driven smut as opposed to a smut driven story. I don't mind playing through a sex scene but if it drags on for multiple *ahem* events I'm going to lose interest rather quick. Sometimes I prefer a fade to black, especially if we're in the beginning of our roleplay and haven't built up to it. Slow burn is a must for me!
Turn-ons
** If you've got something to explain anthropomorphic animals, for example some kind of genetic modification that plays an over arching theme, I could potentially play along. But otherwise I'm not interested.
*** Light bleeding or beatings are fine and sometimes desired. For example: a bloody nose or black eye doesn't bother me. But let's not make that the entire focus of the scene.
Sexual themes are always optional. Most of my roles can include them but none of them have to, and if needed I'm perfectly comfortable fading to black when the time comes. As far as when that time should be, let's just read the situation and keep in touch OOC to make sure we're both on the same page. Slow burns are always desirable, but sometimes the heat of the moment can overtake us.
Please don't come at me if you're only looking for smut. I prefer story driven smut as opposed to a smut driven story. I don't mind playing through a sex scene but if it drags on for multiple *ahem* events I'm going to lose interest rather quick. Sometimes I prefer a fade to black, especially if we're in the beginning of our roleplay and haven't built up to it. Slow burn is a must for me!
Turn-ons
- A dominant partner
- Giving oral (big oral fixation)
- Receiving anal (I love it in the ass and I won't apologize for it)
- Non-con, CNC, and dub-con*
- 'Sexual' fluids / cum play
- Choking, light abuse, light knife-play
- Furries**
- Vore
- Gore***
- Submissive partners
- "Futa" themes
- Ridiculous plots to serve a specific fetish
- Psychological / "mind break"
** If you've got something to explain anthropomorphic animals, for example some kind of genetic modification that plays an over arching theme, I could potentially play along. But otherwise I'm not interested.
*** Light bleeding or beatings are fine and sometimes desired. For example: a bloody nose or black eye doesn't bother me. But let's not make that the entire focus of the scene.
Now then, onto the fun part! See all my latest plots, roles, and interests below!
Generic Pairing
A listing of some non-specific pairings and match ups that I enjoy or would be interested in. My preferred role is on the left.
Outlaw - Bounty Hunter
Distressing Damsel - Unlikely Hero
Slave - Unwilling Owner
Demon - Human
Demon - Angel/Nephalem(Nephilim?)
Android - Owner/Creator
SlimeGirl - Human
A.I. - Ship Captain/Mercenary/Explorer
Thief - Victim
Psycho/Raider - Survivor
Engineer - Supersoldier
Engineer - Mech pilot
Engineer - Android/Machine
Medic - Knight
I'm sure this list will grow, but that's all I can think of for now. If anything piques your curiosity here or on my specific plots below, please give me a shout!
Quick Prompts
Below is a listing of prompts for you to reply to directly. No openers, no pre-roleplay discussion, no plotting, just hit the ground running. As such, a lot of these depend on your character awakening, losing their memory, or otherwise being in the dark to start. I'll provide a few paragraphs to give context to the opening, and you can reply to it with a message directly to me
some are based on my specific roles below, and others I'm making up off the top of my head! If any of them catch your eye, please include the title in your message to me The ship was so old that it didn't show up on any registration, and getting close enough to scan it was like trying to outrun light itself. The ancient superstructure was a patchwork of repurposed star ships and aftermarket modifications, but it ran like a high performance vessel. No space station had ever admitted to doing any work on the great galleon, but surely it had to make port somewhere. Any attempts to hail the ship would result in an immediate jump to warp speeds, and the ghost ship would be lost to the stars again.
The mystery surrounding the ship has given fertile soil for all manner of story to blossom about it's origins. Some say it's a ship on auto-pilot, whos crew had died off centuries ago. Others insist that it was a treasure vessel designed to promote the purchase of newer and faster ships to capture the elusive rewards it held. After all, why would it run from all who approach it if not to protect it's spoils. But all stories agree, that the ship need no other designation than: The Shadow.
The mystery surrounding the ship has given fertile soil for all manner of story to blossom about it's origins. Some say it's a ship on auto-pilot, whos crew had died off centuries ago. Others insist that it was a treasure vessel designed to promote the purchase of newer and faster ships to capture the elusive rewards it held. After all, why would it run from all who approach it if not to protect it's spoils. But all stories agree, that the ship need no other designation than: The Shadow.
Portal technology had been around for a few centuries by now, and they were guaranteed safe by the litany of fail safes and preventative measures that were required by law. If something was wrong, the portal would deactivate inside of a millisecond, so when it started acting up you figured you could just pop up to the moon real quick to give it a small test drive.
What's the worst that could happen?
You step into the shimmering translucent interference, expecting to step back out on the moon base facility a few hundred thousand miles away in less than a second... but you don't. The trip was supposed to be instantaneous... but it wasn't. Seconds tick by, and you linger in the void of non-existence for the better part of a minute. The affects of not existing on a human body weren't well understood, but you could feel yourself slipping farther and farther, until... just like that, you blink back into existence.
You weren't on the moon base facility though, and you weren't on Earth anymore. The air tastes cold and stale, and you can hear the clank and whirr of some such machinery somewhere in the distance. The space around you is dimly lit with an ominous pale glow. The walls are a hard bone like chiton, and the floor underfoot feels as though it's overgrown with a fleshy substance of an unknown source. You find yourself in the middle of a corridor, no portal frame or sign of a way back, the only option left is to push forward.
Further down the hall was a small foyer that opened into this strange new facility. In the middle of the foyer was a hunched figure half covered in a mass of organic growth. Something between vines and arterial veins cover the small figure, growing into its body and adorning it like a mannequin reclaimed by nature. The thing looked to be somewhere between an articulated skeletal shell and a marionette with it's strings cut. It's body was vaguely feminine, and extremely lithe, probably not weighing more than a small child. It appeared to be something adjacent to a doll grown from bone and muscle tissue, with little else to fill out it's features.
Then... it's head panned up to meet your gaze.
What's the worst that could happen?
You step into the shimmering translucent interference, expecting to step back out on the moon base facility a few hundred thousand miles away in less than a second... but you don't. The trip was supposed to be instantaneous... but it wasn't. Seconds tick by, and you linger in the void of non-existence for the better part of a minute. The affects of not existing on a human body weren't well understood, but you could feel yourself slipping farther and farther, until... just like that, you blink back into existence.
You weren't on the moon base facility though, and you weren't on Earth anymore. The air tastes cold and stale, and you can hear the clank and whirr of some such machinery somewhere in the distance. The space around you is dimly lit with an ominous pale glow. The walls are a hard bone like chiton, and the floor underfoot feels as though it's overgrown with a fleshy substance of an unknown source. You find yourself in the middle of a corridor, no portal frame or sign of a way back, the only option left is to push forward.
Further down the hall was a small foyer that opened into this strange new facility. In the middle of the foyer was a hunched figure half covered in a mass of organic growth. Something between vines and arterial veins cover the small figure, growing into its body and adorning it like a mannequin reclaimed by nature. The thing looked to be somewhere between an articulated skeletal shell and a marionette with it's strings cut. It's body was vaguely feminine, and extremely lithe, probably not weighing more than a small child. It appeared to be something adjacent to a doll grown from bone and muscle tissue, with little else to fill out it's features.
Then... it's head panned up to meet your gaze.
Infernal Infiltration
You open your eyes, or perhaps, they'd never been closed but sight only just begins to return to them. The air feels cool and dry, and you can taste dust on the air. Low deep rumblings cause tremors through the ground, and you can feel them reverberate up your feet and into your chest. This place was not your home, it wasn't even Earth anymore.
As your eyes begin to adjust to your new surroundings you notice more and more just how foreign this place seems to be. At your feet is a stone pad adorned with all manor of strange etchings, it's difficult to tell at first, but you find yourself standing at the center of a complex pentagram. Sigils punctuate it's perimeter and fill the negative space within it. The pad is still warm from the draw of an immense amount of energy.
The landscape gives little hope of hospitality for this place. Shriveled remnants of trees and shrubs dot the scorched landscape, and massive chains carve the sky. The chains appear rather close, but prove to be some miles off. Each long black linkage bears the weight of the world beneath it, stretching miles and miles into the ominous aethereal clouds above and anchoring to existence itself. Most frighteningly though wasn't the landscape or the massive stone monuments around you. What gives the greatest pause is the human remains that litter the area in various stages of dessication and decay.
Finally, as you begin to adjust to your surroundings, a voice calls out to you. "Hey! Are you ready?" You whirl around to find a young and admittedly attractive Demoness staring back at you. "We have a long ways to go if you're going t-to..." She seems to notice something is amiss, her analyzing gaze looking you up and down.
"Oh no, how much did you lose?" She asks with apparent concern. "Trans-dimensional travel can be pretty taxing on the mind. Do you remember who I am?" She asks, as if she'd known you...
You open your eyes, or perhaps, they'd never been closed but sight only just begins to return to them. The air feels cool and dry, and you can taste dust on the air. Low deep rumblings cause tremors through the ground, and you can feel them reverberate up your feet and into your chest. This place was not your home, it wasn't even Earth anymore.
As your eyes begin to adjust to your new surroundings you notice more and more just how foreign this place seems to be. At your feet is a stone pad adorned with all manor of strange etchings, it's difficult to tell at first, but you find yourself standing at the center of a complex pentagram. Sigils punctuate it's perimeter and fill the negative space within it. The pad is still warm from the draw of an immense amount of energy.
The landscape gives little hope of hospitality for this place. Shriveled remnants of trees and shrubs dot the scorched landscape, and massive chains carve the sky. The chains appear rather close, but prove to be some miles off. Each long black linkage bears the weight of the world beneath it, stretching miles and miles into the ominous aethereal clouds above and anchoring to existence itself. Most frighteningly though wasn't the landscape or the massive stone monuments around you. What gives the greatest pause is the human remains that litter the area in various stages of dessication and decay.
Finally, as you begin to adjust to your surroundings, a voice calls out to you. "Hey! Are you ready?" You whirl around to find a young and admittedly attractive Demoness staring back at you. "We have a long ways to go if you're going t-to..." She seems to notice something is amiss, her analyzing gaze looking you up and down.
"Oh no, how much did you lose?" She asks with apparent concern. "Trans-dimensional travel can be pretty taxing on the mind. Do you remember who I am?" She asks, as if she'd known you...
Deep Space Drift
You're torn from a deep sleep by the blaring of an alarm. Although, the term "deep sleep" might be a bit of an understatement, your body had been clinically dead for 3 years. But now, as the necro-stasis pod pumps your system with a cocktail of drugs to pull your body from a waking death, you're called into action once again.
Your system protests the revival, your joints are stiff and your muscles weak, but you'd been trained for this hadn't you? To push through when everything told you to yield. A holographic depiction of a woman yells at you, begs you to rise, to fight through the pain of death. Your ears were still returning, and the voice came through muffled and dim, but her lips were easy to read. "Get up! Decompression imminent!"
You're torn from a deep sleep by the blaring of an alarm. Although, the term "deep sleep" might be a bit of an understatement, your body had been clinically dead for 3 years. But now, as the necro-stasis pod pumps your system with a cocktail of drugs to pull your body from a waking death, you're called into action once again.
Your system protests the revival, your joints are stiff and your muscles weak, but you'd been trained for this hadn't you? To push through when everything told you to yield. A holographic depiction of a woman yells at you, begs you to rise, to fight through the pain of death. Your ears were still returning, and the voice came through muffled and dim, but her lips were easy to read. "Get up! Decompression imminent!"
The Lawless Void
Your head pounds as you awaken, what had happened last night? You were still in the confines of your ship, but you can hear the rumble of it's reactionless thrusters as they spool up to cruising velocity. Hadn't you been docked at a space port before? Who was flying your ship!?
You stumble from the floor of your quarters, making your way to the the bridge. Your body is sluggish and weak, but you can hear voices coming from the bow of the ship. "Copy, Butcher. I'm en-route now, you'll have a mess to clean up when I arrive, but he should expire before i get there." The voice was small, and feminine. As you open the bulkhead to the pilots nest you find a young alien woman at the controls. Black hair, blue skin, and childishly short, a T'ullian.
She swivels her head around to find you staring back at her. "You! You should- *fuck* -Butcher! Send someone!" She shouts through the comm channel she'd opened to god knows where, and struggles to free herself from the crash harness of the pilots seat. Clearly, she hadn't expected you to awaken for some time, if ever.
Your head pounds as you awaken, what had happened last night? You were still in the confines of your ship, but you can hear the rumble of it's reactionless thrusters as they spool up to cruising velocity. Hadn't you been docked at a space port before? Who was flying your ship!?
You stumble from the floor of your quarters, making your way to the the bridge. Your body is sluggish and weak, but you can hear voices coming from the bow of the ship. "Copy, Butcher. I'm en-route now, you'll have a mess to clean up when I arrive, but he should expire before i get there." The voice was small, and feminine. As you open the bulkhead to the pilots nest you find a young alien woman at the controls. Black hair, blue skin, and childishly short, a T'ullian.
She swivels her head around to find you staring back at her. "You! You should- *fuck* -Butcher! Send someone!" She shouts through the comm channel she'd opened to god knows where, and struggles to free herself from the crash harness of the pilots seat. Clearly, she hadn't expected you to awaken for some time, if ever.
Salvaged Savior
The Plexiglas lid unseats from the stasis sarcophagus with a hiss of pressurized oxygen, and slowly slides upward from the body of the pod. Within, you slowly come to, not recognizing the dim surroundings you find yourself in. The room was dark, and cold, and seemed as though it remained in a perpetual state of disrepair. The floors were steel decking, and the doors had pressure sealed bulkheads.
In the nearby distance, you notice a woman typing frantically at an old computer terminal system. Her bedraggled hair was reigned into order by a grease stained bandana, and she wore dirty drab grey coveralls. "Whoa there big guy!" She cautions, rushing to your side as you drag yourself from the sarcophagus. "Those synthetic bodies can take some getting use to, just take it easy." She warned as she guides your mostly naked body into a chair.
"Look, I know this doesn't make much sense, but I need your help..." It was only then that you notice that the body you now inhabit is not your body! "Look at me!" She snaps, clutching your chin as she swivels your view to face her. "How much do you remember? What's your name!?" She demands, locking eyes with you as she tries to make heads of tails of your mental state.
The Plexiglas lid unseats from the stasis sarcophagus with a hiss of pressurized oxygen, and slowly slides upward from the body of the pod. Within, you slowly come to, not recognizing the dim surroundings you find yourself in. The room was dark, and cold, and seemed as though it remained in a perpetual state of disrepair. The floors were steel decking, and the doors had pressure sealed bulkheads.
In the nearby distance, you notice a woman typing frantically at an old computer terminal system. Her bedraggled hair was reigned into order by a grease stained bandana, and she wore dirty drab grey coveralls. "Whoa there big guy!" She cautions, rushing to your side as you drag yourself from the sarcophagus. "Those synthetic bodies can take some getting use to, just take it easy." She warned as she guides your mostly naked body into a chair.
"Look, I know this doesn't make much sense, but I need your help..." It was only then that you notice that the body you now inhabit is not your body! "Look at me!" She snaps, clutching your chin as she swivels your view to face her. "How much do you remember? What's your name!?" She demands, locking eyes with you as she tries to make heads of tails of your mental state.
Cryo Sleep Survivor
Power had been intermittent for several weeks, but finally it failed all together. The geothermal generator had been running non-stop for very nearly a hundred years. It's bearings were ground to dust, it's oil all but dried up, and it's body rusted to pieces. Finally, it seizes and the mechanical room falls silent for the first time in a century... Emergency lighting kicks on as the bunkers power grid fails and shortly after the stasis sarcophaguses internal battery runs down. The room is filled with the sharp hiss of released pressure as it unseals automatically. The pneumatic springs protest the opening of the hatch, and only crack a few inches.
Within, you come to some hours later. The machine was supposed to wake you up automatically, but things have a way of breaking down. Through the half sealed glass of the sarcophagus you can see the room around you dimly illuminated by the ominous red glow of the backup lighting. Rust permeated every surface of the steel bunker, and you could hear water dripping somewhere in the distance. It was dark, and cold, and dead...
Power had been intermittent for several weeks, but finally it failed all together. The geothermal generator had been running non-stop for very nearly a hundred years. It's bearings were ground to dust, it's oil all but dried up, and it's body rusted to pieces. Finally, it seizes and the mechanical room falls silent for the first time in a century... Emergency lighting kicks on as the bunkers power grid fails and shortly after the stasis sarcophaguses internal battery runs down. The room is filled with the sharp hiss of released pressure as it unseals automatically. The pneumatic springs protest the opening of the hatch, and only crack a few inches.
Within, you come to some hours later. The machine was supposed to wake you up automatically, but things have a way of breaking down. Through the half sealed glass of the sarcophagus you can see the room around you dimly illuminated by the ominous red glow of the backup lighting. Rust permeated every surface of the steel bunker, and you could hear water dripping somewhere in the distance. It was dark, and cold, and dead...
Autonomous Alternative
The metal beast had stood dormant for months, it's synthetic muscle strands remained limp, and its titanium joints locked in place. It was too dangerous to trust, too much power at one person's disposal, but there were no other options left now. The world needed a hero, and it had to be ready to accept whatever form that might take.
Systems boot and digital files unpack, diagnostics begin and readouts are optimal. Your nine foot, 37 hundred pound metal body hums to life with a pleasing whirr of electrical power and mechanical operations. The only error blinks in the corner of your view **FRAMEWORK INTELLIGENCE UNAUTHORIZED** but just as you notice it, it blips out of existence.
Your machined titanium shoulder frame is shackled by heavy cables to the supports above you, even as you flex immensely powerful sythetic muscles the supports hold you firm. "Hang on champ, I'm unlocking you in a second, just... just don't crush me." The voice drifts softly through the darkness of the expansive room, it's source coming into clarity as a woman comes into view. She held a tablet in one hand, tapping on its surface and looking back at you as she ensures your functionality.
Seemingly pleased, she slings the tablet around her should be a strap and approaches your shackled form cautiously. "I didn't want to have to do this... but I'm out of options." She talks to herself, and you get the feeling she does that a lot... but, were machines supposed to have feelings like this?
Carefully, she unhooks cables and conduits from your systems and tightens plug caps over sensitive ports. She was a featherweight compared to your bulk, and used the titanium armor plating of your body to haul herself up high enough to reach the conduits leading to your head. As she glances back into the irises of your digital eyes she flashes an awkward smile, as if knowing you weren't just a machine.
"Okay, we don't have time for..." She trails off, looking down a nearby corridor as a clang of metal on metal rings out. As silence follows she relaxes a bit to finish her sentence. "... for *um* for a full diagnostics. Just *uh* follow me okay?" She asks, brushing a few strands of hair behind her ear as she cautiously makes her way to the corridor leading out of the room.
The metal beast had stood dormant for months, it's synthetic muscle strands remained limp, and its titanium joints locked in place. It was too dangerous to trust, too much power at one person's disposal, but there were no other options left now. The world needed a hero, and it had to be ready to accept whatever form that might take.
Systems boot and digital files unpack, diagnostics begin and readouts are optimal. Your nine foot, 37 hundred pound metal body hums to life with a pleasing whirr of electrical power and mechanical operations. The only error blinks in the corner of your view **FRAMEWORK INTELLIGENCE UNAUTHORIZED** but just as you notice it, it blips out of existence.
Your machined titanium shoulder frame is shackled by heavy cables to the supports above you, even as you flex immensely powerful sythetic muscles the supports hold you firm. "Hang on champ, I'm unlocking you in a second, just... just don't crush me." The voice drifts softly through the darkness of the expansive room, it's source coming into clarity as a woman comes into view. She held a tablet in one hand, tapping on its surface and looking back at you as she ensures your functionality.
Seemingly pleased, she slings the tablet around her should be a strap and approaches your shackled form cautiously. "I didn't want to have to do this... but I'm out of options." She talks to herself, and you get the feeling she does that a lot... but, were machines supposed to have feelings like this?
Carefully, she unhooks cables and conduits from your systems and tightens plug caps over sensitive ports. She was a featherweight compared to your bulk, and used the titanium armor plating of your body to haul herself up high enough to reach the conduits leading to your head. As she glances back into the irises of your digital eyes she flashes an awkward smile, as if knowing you weren't just a machine.
"Okay, we don't have time for..." She trails off, looking down a nearby corridor as a clang of metal on metal rings out. As silence follows she relaxes a bit to finish her sentence. "... for *um* for a full diagnostics. Just *uh* follow me okay?" She asks, brushing a few strands of hair behind her ear as she cautiously makes her way to the corridor leading out of the room.
Eight Tons Per Square Inch
It'd been almost a week since you were cut off from the surface. "Work the deep sea drilling rigs" they said. "It's good money" they said. But none of that mattered now, because here you sit 7 miles below the surface of the ocean at the bottom of the Mariana Trench. While servicing a geothermal generator station you'd been cut off from the surface when an earthquake hit and severed the exterior elevator cables to the base camp some five miles up.
The geothermal station had its own life support, but it was failing, rations were limited, and the air supply was non-regenerative. The last of the EVA suits had been damaged in the earthquake, but if you stayed here you'd be dead within a week. With no means of transportation, and enough water pressure to turn your body into paste, you had no options but to wait for a slow death. There was 7 miles of water bearing down on you, and nothing left to do but wait for the air to run out.
... that's when a knock came at the primary air lock door.
It'd been almost a week since you were cut off from the surface. "Work the deep sea drilling rigs" they said. "It's good money" they said. But none of that mattered now, because here you sit 7 miles below the surface of the ocean at the bottom of the Mariana Trench. While servicing a geothermal generator station you'd been cut off from the surface when an earthquake hit and severed the exterior elevator cables to the base camp some five miles up.
The geothermal station had its own life support, but it was failing, rations were limited, and the air supply was non-regenerative. The last of the EVA suits had been damaged in the earthquake, but if you stayed here you'd be dead within a week. With no means of transportation, and enough water pressure to turn your body into paste, you had no options but to wait for a slow death. There was 7 miles of water bearing down on you, and nothing left to do but wait for the air to run out.
... that's when a knock came at the primary air lock door.
Specific Roles
Preferred roles in purple, but I might be willing to mix things up for the right partner.
You'll notice a "Freeform to Linear" scale. This marks the structure of that specific plot. Ranging from Freeform where I might just have characters and a general setting picked out, to Linear where I have a very specific idea of how I want this roleplay to play out. Sometimes I just have a story to tell, and I want you to be along for the ride, other times I have a character I want to explore and I need you to help facilitate that.
Finally, I've added a quick idea of what type of characters I'm looking to play against for each plot. This isn't a hard rule, but just so you have an idea of what I'm looking for.
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Succubus x Human
Vylleth Profile
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Looking for: Male or Female. An assertive and dominant presence, perhaps someone who's life is rather mundane. Maybe they feel they were meant for more or otherwise are feeling unfulfilled. Drug or alcohol vices might be an interesting concept. Ex-military might be an plus as well.
Settings: Modern day Earth, future Earth, Human space colony.
My most developed and lore heavy role by far. A succubus, Vylleth, who's been reaping souls for Hell for centuries happens upon a mortal who does not die after their affair. This sparks a long term relationship and an adventure into the heart of Hell itself that makes Vylleth question her role in Hell's campaign.
Aesthetics / Themes: This role is roughly split in half between a modern day slice-of-life setting (depending on the setting you choose) and an adventure into the dark realm. The slice-of-life portion can take on any theme you want, but I tend more towards cute one off situations where you teach your Demon girlfriend what a zoo is.
As for Hell, I try to play it larger than life. It has little to no bearing in the biblical sense and everything I've built for it is very "flesh and bone" or "brick and mortar" as opposed to metaphysical interpretation of Hell. My inspiration for the appearance of this roleplay was largely based on the recent Doom games. So you can imagine what I have in mind for my monsters. Titanic remains litter Hell like monuments to fallen Demonic gods. Ancient memorials built on the backs of the Damned stretch into oblivion. I've tried to make different biomes throughout Hell to keep the experience fresh. Think blood swamps, dead cities, and rotten forests.
Character traits: Vylleth thrives in the limelight, she's outgoing, not the least bit shy, and can display a bit of a temper when she's pushed to. Human seduction is the oldest game there is, and she's been playing it longer than anybody. Her life as a succubus has afforded her little in the way of creature comforts, so when she gets the chance to relax and experience amenities like Netflix she falls in love. While she knows a very impressive amount about human history and day to day life she never had a formal education. So while she knows the Earth is round and part of a solar system, her knowledge of things like "Why trees don't grow on Mars" is very limited.
Balance: This story involves a lot of slice-of-life in the beginning and combat heavy towards the end. Plot is always a driving factor and can be slowed or sped up to keep the story moving at your pace. Intimacy can certainly be a prevailing theme but could be handled by a "fade to black" if you'd prefer.
Looking for: Male or Female. An assertive and dominant presence, perhaps someone who's life is rather mundane. Maybe they feel they were meant for more or otherwise are feeling unfulfilled. Drug or alcohol vices might be an interesting concept. Ex-military might be an plus as well.
Settings: Modern day Earth, future Earth, Human space colony.
My most developed and lore heavy role by far. A succubus, Vylleth, who's been reaping souls for Hell for centuries happens upon a mortal who does not die after their affair. This sparks a long term relationship and an adventure into the heart of Hell itself that makes Vylleth question her role in Hell's campaign.
Aesthetics / Themes: This role is roughly split in half between a modern day slice-of-life setting (depending on the setting you choose) and an adventure into the dark realm. The slice-of-life portion can take on any theme you want, but I tend more towards cute one off situations where you teach your Demon girlfriend what a zoo is.
As for Hell, I try to play it larger than life. It has little to no bearing in the biblical sense and everything I've built for it is very "flesh and bone" or "brick and mortar" as opposed to metaphysical interpretation of Hell. My inspiration for the appearance of this roleplay was largely based on the recent Doom games. So you can imagine what I have in mind for my monsters. Titanic remains litter Hell like monuments to fallen Demonic gods. Ancient memorials built on the backs of the Damned stretch into oblivion. I've tried to make different biomes throughout Hell to keep the experience fresh. Think blood swamps, dead cities, and rotten forests.
Character traits: Vylleth thrives in the limelight, she's outgoing, not the least bit shy, and can display a bit of a temper when she's pushed to. Human seduction is the oldest game there is, and she's been playing it longer than anybody. Her life as a succubus has afforded her little in the way of creature comforts, so when she gets the chance to relax and experience amenities like Netflix she falls in love. While she knows a very impressive amount about human history and day to day life she never had a formal education. So while she knows the Earth is round and part of a solar system, her knowledge of things like "Why trees don't grow on Mars" is very limited.
Balance: This story involves a lot of slice-of-life in the beginning and combat heavy towards the end. Plot is always a driving factor and can be slowed or sped up to keep the story moving at your pace. Intimacy can certainly be a prevailing theme but could be handled by a "fade to black" if you'd prefer.
Freeform-------------------|-----------Linear
Looking for: Male or Female. Someone adventurous who's seen it all and looking for the next great conquest. Curiosity is a driving factor for them and they're skilled with both technology and combat practices. A regular Indiana Jones, Nathan Drake, or Lara Croft type.
Settings: Future Earth, human space colony, space port, etc...
Vylleth has loved and lost. For a hundred years she had a blissful marriage with the protagonist from the first roleplay, but as all mortals do their time had finally run out. Left mourning and broken from the loss of the only person she'd ever loved she turned to dramatic measures. With Hell gone she knew her lovers soul hadn't been taken there, and so the question became where exactly they had gone. With this question burning in her mind she sets out to track down her lovers soul, believing it rightfully belonged to her as she had claimed it in the name of Hell all those years ago.
Her search for truth lasts decades before she finally comes to a shocking realization. Heaven exists, and it's stolen her lovers soul. But Heaven isn't so easy to break into, least of all for a Demon. So with a piece of divine technology in hand, stolen from the hands of a dead Reaper, she seeks out your character to help her pick the metaphysical lock of Heavens gates.
Aesthetic / Themes: First and foremost. This roleplay is about Vylleth coming to grips with loss and seeking closure. With that in mind, she finds Heaven to be a rotting husk. Angels clad in ivory white armor stink of rotting flesh beneath their masks, their wings emaciated to the point of disuse have been replaced by mechanical augmentations. It's as if the entire realm was surviving on little more than life support. Peel back the facade and find out the twisted truth about the promised afterlife. Let me be clear, Heaven may be marketed better, but they want souls for the same purpose as Hell. Righteous or wicked, all souls burn the same.
Character traits: The character is the same as the previous roleplay, albeit with a hundred years or so more experience. While she was wild and carefree before she met the protagonist from the first roleplay, she now has the reservation of loss to keep her in check and the red hot burning fury to keep her vengeful. She's become quite adept at spell work, but without her lovers soul to power her enchantments her skills are all but useless. Additionally, the events in Hell and thereafter have honed her into a more combative role. She's not the same timid little bed warmer she used to be, she's fully battle tested and combat ready.
Balance: This roleplay is mostly action / adventure and combat with little to no slice-of-life and a sprinkling smut if you'd like. It centers almost entirely around the concept of exploring an entirely different Realm, and if you're not a fan of combat don't worry, you'll have the rage of a widowed Demoness to back you up. Vylleth is ready for a fight.
Note: It's ideal if you play "Hell Hath No Fury" first, but not entirely necessary. I just think you'd appreciate Heaven more after seeing Hell.
Looking for: Male or Female. Someone adventurous who's seen it all and looking for the next great conquest. Curiosity is a driving factor for them and they're skilled with both technology and combat practices. A regular Indiana Jones, Nathan Drake, or Lara Croft type.
Settings: Future Earth, human space colony, space port, etc...
Vylleth has loved and lost. For a hundred years she had a blissful marriage with the protagonist from the first roleplay, but as all mortals do their time had finally run out. Left mourning and broken from the loss of the only person she'd ever loved she turned to dramatic measures. With Hell gone she knew her lovers soul hadn't been taken there, and so the question became where exactly they had gone. With this question burning in her mind she sets out to track down her lovers soul, believing it rightfully belonged to her as she had claimed it in the name of Hell all those years ago.
Her search for truth lasts decades before she finally comes to a shocking realization. Heaven exists, and it's stolen her lovers soul. But Heaven isn't so easy to break into, least of all for a Demon. So with a piece of divine technology in hand, stolen from the hands of a dead Reaper, she seeks out your character to help her pick the metaphysical lock of Heavens gates.
Aesthetic / Themes: First and foremost. This roleplay is about Vylleth coming to grips with loss and seeking closure. With that in mind, she finds Heaven to be a rotting husk. Angels clad in ivory white armor stink of rotting flesh beneath their masks, their wings emaciated to the point of disuse have been replaced by mechanical augmentations. It's as if the entire realm was surviving on little more than life support. Peel back the facade and find out the twisted truth about the promised afterlife. Let me be clear, Heaven may be marketed better, but they want souls for the same purpose as Hell. Righteous or wicked, all souls burn the same.
Character traits: The character is the same as the previous roleplay, albeit with a hundred years or so more experience. While she was wild and carefree before she met the protagonist from the first roleplay, she now has the reservation of loss to keep her in check and the red hot burning fury to keep her vengeful. She's become quite adept at spell work, but without her lovers soul to power her enchantments her skills are all but useless. Additionally, the events in Hell and thereafter have honed her into a more combative role. She's not the same timid little bed warmer she used to be, she's fully battle tested and combat ready.
Balance: This roleplay is mostly action / adventure and combat with little to no slice-of-life and a sprinkling smut if you'd like. It centers almost entirely around the concept of exploring an entirely different Realm, and if you're not a fan of combat don't worry, you'll have the rage of a widowed Demoness to back you up. Vylleth is ready for a fight.
Note: It's ideal if you play "Hell Hath No Fury" first, but not entirely necessary. I just think you'd appreciate Heaven more after seeing Hell.
"SlimeGirl" x Human
Abigale/Lex Profile
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Looking for: Male or Female. A survivor who wants to try and rebuild the torn down works around them. Either ruthless and ready to kill to reach that goal, or has an infallible sense of duty and commitment to the greater good, or just trying tocmake it by and carve out a spot for themselves in the world.
Setting: Post apocalyptic Earth
A.B.I.G.A.L.E. is an A.I. core in control of a gel body capable of taking different forms and functions. She is charged with helping her humans survive a post cataclysmic event by any means necessary. I typically tend towards an Earth reeling from a meteor impact a hundred years or so ago.
Aesthetic / Theme: While this can be either us versus the environment or us versus other survivors, there's going to be one unifying theme. The decay of the old world. You've seen it all before, Mad Max, Fallout, The Last of Us, etcetera... The decaying ruins of cities, skeletal remains of sky scrapers haunting the world as nature slowly reclaims what humanity lost. I'd particularly enjoy exploring things like the remains of New York (think The Last of Us 2) or perhaps derelict factories and industrial complexes.
Character traits: A.B.I.G.A.L.E. is a learning A.I. and as such will start out with limited knowledge of human interaction, but the more time she spends with you the more she learns how to interact. Depending on how your character behaves can shape her own personality. Cruel or loving, it's up to you.
Balance: This story is a little loose on plot, beyond the general set up I don't have a lot of fixed plot points to keep things moving, so bring some ideas! Otherwise, this is really about an A.I. learning to behave as a human, because of that this *can* become intimate if it's something your character is interested in. Combat could be a prevailing theme throughout, but if you're not interested in facing enemies it's just as easy to make this a struggle against the newly molded environment.
Note: A.B.I.G.A.L.E. is very flexible as a character. She could be inserted into any number of different plots. Namely, she would fit best in places that would be high risk for humans. Think 'deep sea research assistant' or 'companion to an adventurer'
Looking for: Male or Female. A survivor who wants to try and rebuild the torn down works around them. Either ruthless and ready to kill to reach that goal, or has an infallible sense of duty and commitment to the greater good, or just trying tocmake it by and carve out a spot for themselves in the world.
Setting: Post apocalyptic Earth
A.B.I.G.A.L.E. is an A.I. core in control of a gel body capable of taking different forms and functions. She is charged with helping her humans survive a post cataclysmic event by any means necessary. I typically tend towards an Earth reeling from a meteor impact a hundred years or so ago.
Aesthetic / Theme: While this can be either us versus the environment or us versus other survivors, there's going to be one unifying theme. The decay of the old world. You've seen it all before, Mad Max, Fallout, The Last of Us, etcetera... The decaying ruins of cities, skeletal remains of sky scrapers haunting the world as nature slowly reclaims what humanity lost. I'd particularly enjoy exploring things like the remains of New York (think The Last of Us 2) or perhaps derelict factories and industrial complexes.
Character traits: A.B.I.G.A.L.E. is a learning A.I. and as such will start out with limited knowledge of human interaction, but the more time she spends with you the more she learns how to interact. Depending on how your character behaves can shape her own personality. Cruel or loving, it's up to you.
Balance: This story is a little loose on plot, beyond the general set up I don't have a lot of fixed plot points to keep things moving, so bring some ideas! Otherwise, this is really about an A.I. learning to behave as a human, because of that this *can* become intimate if it's something your character is interested in. Combat could be a prevailing theme throughout, but if you're not interested in facing enemies it's just as easy to make this a struggle against the newly molded environment.
Note: A.B.I.G.A.L.E. is very flexible as a character. She could be inserted into any number of different plots. Namely, she would fit best in places that would be high risk for humans. Think 'deep sea research assistant' or 'companion to an adventurer'
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Looking for: Male or Female. A light hearted Captain who's always playing the game close to their chest. A spark for adventure and a thirst for riches, perhaps over zealous and needs the wtchyful eye of their first mate to keep them in line.
Setting: Space, alien planet, etc...
L.E.v.XI or colloquially known Lex is a similar character to A.B.I.G.A.L.E. but this time she doubles as the A.I. to a small scavenger ship who picks the bones of derelict space wreckage. She can offload into a Gel body to accompany her captain off ship and support him in his ventures. Lex has accompanied her captain faithfully aboard the good ship Gwendolyn for the last few years, only disembarking to provide backup or technical support in austere locations. One such location is the remains of a commercial star freighter who's haul consists of mostly toiletries and luxury items to the outer colonies. But something is amiss as they arrive and find all hands lost on board and a mysteriously unmarked shipment to blame.
Aesthetic / Theme: This can vary depending on how you'd like to play your character, but for my money I prefer the Firefly feel to space exploration. A small privately owned ship fleeting from job to job just trying to scrape by. Always pursued by a large faceless organization that perhaps deems our activities as illegal.
Also, I enjoy the dynamic between our characters, there should be a close connection to keep us together. A Captain guarded by their fiercely loyal first mate (I want to be the Riza Hawkeye to your Roy Mustang)
Character traits: Unlike A.B.I.G.A.L.E. who is naive and unfamiliar with human speech and interaction, Lex is very familiar with her captain. She controls the ships surveillance and monitors every aspect of the captains day to day. She's well versed in human conversation and mannerisms.
One unique aspect of this role is the divergence of her consciousnesses. Essentially, when she offloads into another body she copies her digital mind. L.E.v.XI Alpha will always exist on the ship, while subsequent iterations of her can exist in one or more gel bodies. This is fun because depending on how the story goes, our couple potentially end up facing one of Lex's copies as an antagonist.
Balance: Again, I don't have a significant amount of plot built for this roleplay, if you have thoughts I'd love to hear them! I'm open to this roleplay involving combat or simply the struggles of dissecting hazardous wreckages. Once again, this roleplay *can* involve intimate settings with one or more copies of my character.
Looking for: Male or Female. A light hearted Captain who's always playing the game close to their chest. A spark for adventure and a thirst for riches, perhaps over zealous and needs the wtchyful eye of their first mate to keep them in line.
Setting: Space, alien planet, etc...
L.E.v.XI or colloquially known Lex is a similar character to A.B.I.G.A.L.E. but this time she doubles as the A.I. to a small scavenger ship who picks the bones of derelict space wreckage. She can offload into a Gel body to accompany her captain off ship and support him in his ventures. Lex has accompanied her captain faithfully aboard the good ship Gwendolyn for the last few years, only disembarking to provide backup or technical support in austere locations. One such location is the remains of a commercial star freighter who's haul consists of mostly toiletries and luxury items to the outer colonies. But something is amiss as they arrive and find all hands lost on board and a mysteriously unmarked shipment to blame.
Aesthetic / Theme: This can vary depending on how you'd like to play your character, but for my money I prefer the Firefly feel to space exploration. A small privately owned ship fleeting from job to job just trying to scrape by. Always pursued by a large faceless organization that perhaps deems our activities as illegal.
Also, I enjoy the dynamic between our characters, there should be a close connection to keep us together. A Captain guarded by their fiercely loyal first mate (I want to be the Riza Hawkeye to your Roy Mustang)
Character traits: Unlike A.B.I.G.A.L.E. who is naive and unfamiliar with human speech and interaction, Lex is very familiar with her captain. She controls the ships surveillance and monitors every aspect of the captains day to day. She's well versed in human conversation and mannerisms.
One unique aspect of this role is the divergence of her consciousnesses. Essentially, when she offloads into another body she copies her digital mind. L.E.v.XI Alpha will always exist on the ship, while subsequent iterations of her can exist in one or more gel bodies. This is fun because depending on how the story goes, our couple potentially end up facing one of Lex's copies as an antagonist.
Balance: Again, I don't have a significant amount of plot built for this roleplay, if you have thoughts I'd love to hear them! I'm open to this roleplay involving combat or simply the struggles of dissecting hazardous wreckages. Once again, this roleplay *can* involve intimate settings with one or more copies of my character.
Android x Human
September Profile
Looking for: Male or Female. Someone who's stuck in the same rat race as the rest of us. Maybe a guard or spacer who stops in for a drink to drown their troubles or company to help ease their loneliness. You can take pity on September, but maybe there's not much you can do to help her. She needs a knight in shining armor to rescue her away from her life of servitude, but it's not always so simple as that.
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Setting: Future Earth, Space port
September is the product of the emulated mind of a young woman. She has few memories of her life as a human, all she can remember is closing her eyes for the emulation process and opening them a century later on an aging space port where she finds herself in an artificial body. Because her mind and body aren't organically human, she's not considered to have human rights and there for owned as property. She's put to work in a brothel because her body won't age, she can't get pregnant or contract disease.
Aesthetic / Theme: This is a world spread too far and too thin to provide justice for all, and those who fall through the cracks fall far. Technology out paces man's ability to keep track of it, and now it runs rampant in everything, or it decays into death, leaving it's remains to linger on every inch of every world. I'm imagining advanced technology that borders on the ramshackle. Machines that have woven their way so completely into humanities every day life that people no longer bat an eye at an ancient cyborg who's human parts have long decayed around their machine parts, looking more like a shambling robotic corpse than a man. Somewhere in the middle of all of this is our little September.
Character traits: September will come off as smooth talking and confident, ready to pour you a drink and unravel your mystery. This is all a guise however, beneath her fragile sense of self-confidence is the scared trembling feeling of a girl who's woken up in a strange place, in a strange body, with no way home. Gain her trust and she'll confide in you her anger and ruin. She's angry that she misses a family she can't remember, yearns for a body she wouldn't recognize in the mirror, and is haunted by images of things she can't recall. But most of all she's angry because she can't blame anyone but the human she used to be for her troubles.
Balance: This roleplay is rather flexible. You could play her owner or her saviour, and the balance of smut to plot would vary for either as she might be inclined to reward her savior with her trust. The plot so far would mostly centralize around her earning freedom, an easier task said than done, but afterwards could involve helping your character achieve their goals.
Freeform---------------|---------------Linear
Setting: Future Earth, Space port
September is the product of the emulated mind of a young woman. She has few memories of her life as a human, all she can remember is closing her eyes for the emulation process and opening them a century later on an aging space port where she finds herself in an artificial body. Because her mind and body aren't organically human, she's not considered to have human rights and there for owned as property. She's put to work in a brothel because her body won't age, she can't get pregnant or contract disease.
Aesthetic / Theme: This is a world spread too far and too thin to provide justice for all, and those who fall through the cracks fall far. Technology out paces man's ability to keep track of it, and now it runs rampant in everything, or it decays into death, leaving it's remains to linger on every inch of every world. I'm imagining advanced technology that borders on the ramshackle. Machines that have woven their way so completely into humanities every day life that people no longer bat an eye at an ancient cyborg who's human parts have long decayed around their machine parts, looking more like a shambling robotic corpse than a man. Somewhere in the middle of all of this is our little September.
Character traits: September will come off as smooth talking and confident, ready to pour you a drink and unravel your mystery. This is all a guise however, beneath her fragile sense of self-confidence is the scared trembling feeling of a girl who's woken up in a strange place, in a strange body, with no way home. Gain her trust and she'll confide in you her anger and ruin. She's angry that she misses a family she can't remember, yearns for a body she wouldn't recognize in the mirror, and is haunted by images of things she can't recall. But most of all she's angry because she can't blame anyone but the human she used to be for her troubles.
Balance: This roleplay is rather flexible. You could play her owner or her saviour, and the balance of smut to plot would vary for either as she might be inclined to reward her savior with her trust. The plot so far would mostly centralize around her earning freedom, an easier task said than done, but afterwards could involve helping your character achieve their goals.
Looking for: Male or Female. Someone who's just trying to get by in the big city. A working stiff who doesn't have the time or energy to worry about others, and just needs to make it to the next day.
Freeform---|---------------------------Linear
Setting: One of the last holdouts of humanity amongst the crumbling world that used to be Earth. In the 29th century, the world has suffered more than it's fair share cataclysms, and to sustain the last remnants of humanity the mega cities were erected across the globe. Nations pooled resources, banded together, and renounced their borders. The cities stretch for miles and stand as an affront to the wasteland outside, skyscrapers reaching miles up into the sky, and their foundations buried a mile deep into the rock and earth below.
Civitas is one of the last standing mega cities, existing atop the old remains of New York, now flooded by the rising tides. Other cities across the world had lost contact, whether by outright devastation or lack of communication, one can't be sure. The only thing that is certain, is that Civitas is not much longer for the world. It's infrastructure decays more each day. Power outages roll through the elevated sky blocks, fresh water becomes more and more scarce, and most of the food that the population survives on is a pale imitation of it's ancient predecessor.
Aesthetic / Theme: Neon lights, holographic ads, the incessant pounding rain, and a society that lives in the ocean, but with few who remember anything but skyscrapers and the cityscape. The food is fake, the water is clouded with impurities, and you're lucky if you end each day with more money in your pocket than you started. The rich live in the clouds and can see the sun each morning and the stars each night. The poor live in the slums, just a few feet above sea level, and only ever dream of the world above them. The city crumbles beneath us, and the infrastructure is a patchwork of bandaids and retrofitted parts. The cities AI is so old that it scarcely remembers software version 1.0, it's patches and updates stacking atop one another into a cascading networking of glitches and errors. At this point, the city upkeep is almost more religion than it is engineering. Original schematics have been lost, and the world today is only a fraction of what it used to be.
Character traits: September, like many of the citizens of Civitas, is an android. With the city in such a state, and more access to technology than healthcare, a not insignificant amount of the population and workforce has been replaced by synthetic and artificial people of varying degrees of quality. Some are little more than a shambling rusted shell that came online a hundred years ago, while others could almost pass as human and are so new they've never wondered what lies beyond the sprawling city.
September falls somewhere in between. She's been scraping out a meager existence among the population of Civitas for some years now, and lately has been working as a taxi driver/courier for the unnavigable vertical stretches she calls home. They money is good, but between bribes to officials to look the other way for her unlicensed business, and upkeep on her hover car, she's lucky to break even.
Balance: This roleplay will predominantly be one of interactions between characters in varying situations. Maybe you need a package delivered to slums below, or maybe you were shot in a recent gang encounter and need to make it to an off the books doctor on the double. Maybe you're just coming home after a long shift, or you're so hungry you'll pay double for someone to run to the noodle joint down the road for you. Whatever the case may be, enjoy the little things while you can, and live it one day at a time.
Inspired by: ClouPunk and Citizen Sleeper
Freeform---|---------------------------Linear
Setting: One of the last holdouts of humanity amongst the crumbling world that used to be Earth. In the 29th century, the world has suffered more than it's fair share cataclysms, and to sustain the last remnants of humanity the mega cities were erected across the globe. Nations pooled resources, banded together, and renounced their borders. The cities stretch for miles and stand as an affront to the wasteland outside, skyscrapers reaching miles up into the sky, and their foundations buried a mile deep into the rock and earth below.
Civitas is one of the last standing mega cities, existing atop the old remains of New York, now flooded by the rising tides. Other cities across the world had lost contact, whether by outright devastation or lack of communication, one can't be sure. The only thing that is certain, is that Civitas is not much longer for the world. It's infrastructure decays more each day. Power outages roll through the elevated sky blocks, fresh water becomes more and more scarce, and most of the food that the population survives on is a pale imitation of it's ancient predecessor.
Aesthetic / Theme: Neon lights, holographic ads, the incessant pounding rain, and a society that lives in the ocean, but with few who remember anything but skyscrapers and the cityscape. The food is fake, the water is clouded with impurities, and you're lucky if you end each day with more money in your pocket than you started. The rich live in the clouds and can see the sun each morning and the stars each night. The poor live in the slums, just a few feet above sea level, and only ever dream of the world above them. The city crumbles beneath us, and the infrastructure is a patchwork of bandaids and retrofitted parts. The cities AI is so old that it scarcely remembers software version 1.0, it's patches and updates stacking atop one another into a cascading networking of glitches and errors. At this point, the city upkeep is almost more religion than it is engineering. Original schematics have been lost, and the world today is only a fraction of what it used to be.
Character traits: September, like many of the citizens of Civitas, is an android. With the city in such a state, and more access to technology than healthcare, a not insignificant amount of the population and workforce has been replaced by synthetic and artificial people of varying degrees of quality. Some are little more than a shambling rusted shell that came online a hundred years ago, while others could almost pass as human and are so new they've never wondered what lies beyond the sprawling city.
September falls somewhere in between. She's been scraping out a meager existence among the population of Civitas for some years now, and lately has been working as a taxi driver/courier for the unnavigable vertical stretches she calls home. They money is good, but between bribes to officials to look the other way for her unlicensed business, and upkeep on her hover car, she's lucky to break even.
Balance: This roleplay will predominantly be one of interactions between characters in varying situations. Maybe you need a package delivered to slums below, or maybe you were shot in a recent gang encounter and need to make it to an off the books doctor on the double. Maybe you're just coming home after a long shift, or you're so hungry you'll pay double for someone to run to the noodle joint down the road for you. Whatever the case may be, enjoy the little things while you can, and live it one day at a time.
Inspired by: ClouPunk and Citizen Sleeper
Psycho Outlaw x Bounty Hunter
Nikita/Eden Profile
Looking for: Male preferred. A gruff and regimented law bringer who doesn't have time for Nikita's antics. Maybe someone who's been beaten down by years of service to a corrupt system.
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Setting: Future earth, AU Dystopian Earth, Human space colony
Nikita is a verifiable psychopath who's out for nothing more than chaos and mayhem. She wants the violence and pain and blood and explosions and noise to help drown out the voices within. Needless to say, this behavior would attract all sorts of attention. Rival gangs wanting her head on a pike or the long arm of the law trying to put an end to her rampage.
Aesthetic / theme: The prevailing theme here isn't where we're at or what we're doing, but rather the insanity and darkness that comes with Nikita and the way she behaves in whatever worlds we make. She's going to push your boundaries of comfort, make you question if there's a part of you that's crazy, or a part of her that's sane. Have you ever thought about the horror you could commit? How if you wanted to you could strangle someone to death with your bare hands and no one could stop you until it's too late? Even if you don't admit it, the thought has crossed your mind, and she knows it.
Character traits: Nikita will usually behave in unpredictable ways, ignoring pain or denying sleep or food to find the next exciting thing to do. This will almost always end with her in rough shape and typically in some state of unconsciousness. That's where Eden comes in, this is Nikita's sane half who finds herself having to deal with the mess Nikita has caused for them. But you can be assured, when the fighting starts and her adrenaline spikes, Nikita will make an appearance once again.
Balance: This roleplay will certainly involve combat, whether between our characters or Nikita and others. I have a bit of plot to keep the story moving but am open to suggestions. And as always, this roleplay can involve smut, usually as the aftermath of Nikita losing a fight or being otherwise overpowered.
Disclaimer: This roleplay involves some rather violent and graphic elements. At some point Nikita will absolutely demand you overpower and/or violate her, whether with traumatic force or sexual acts. If you're not comfortable with violence, acts of self harm or consensual non-consent I'd suggest you not take interest in this role.
Inspired by: Everyone's favorite Psychopaths, Jinx and Harley Quinn
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Setting: Future earth, AU Dystopian Earth, Human space colony
Nikita is a verifiable psychopath who's out for nothing more than chaos and mayhem. She wants the violence and pain and blood and explosions and noise to help drown out the voices within. Needless to say, this behavior would attract all sorts of attention. Rival gangs wanting her head on a pike or the long arm of the law trying to put an end to her rampage.
Aesthetic / theme: The prevailing theme here isn't where we're at or what we're doing, but rather the insanity and darkness that comes with Nikita and the way she behaves in whatever worlds we make. She's going to push your boundaries of comfort, make you question if there's a part of you that's crazy, or a part of her that's sane. Have you ever thought about the horror you could commit? How if you wanted to you could strangle someone to death with your bare hands and no one could stop you until it's too late? Even if you don't admit it, the thought has crossed your mind, and she knows it.
Character traits: Nikita will usually behave in unpredictable ways, ignoring pain or denying sleep or food to find the next exciting thing to do. This will almost always end with her in rough shape and typically in some state of unconsciousness. That's where Eden comes in, this is Nikita's sane half who finds herself having to deal with the mess Nikita has caused for them. But you can be assured, when the fighting starts and her adrenaline spikes, Nikita will make an appearance once again.
Balance: This roleplay will certainly involve combat, whether between our characters or Nikita and others. I have a bit of plot to keep the story moving but am open to suggestions. And as always, this roleplay can involve smut, usually as the aftermath of Nikita losing a fight or being otherwise overpowered.
Disclaimer: This roleplay involves some rather violent and graphic elements. At some point Nikita will absolutely demand you overpower and/or violate her, whether with traumatic force or sexual acts. If you're not comfortable with violence, acts of self harm or consensual non-consent I'd suggest you not take interest in this role.
Inspired by: Everyone's favorite Psychopaths, Jinx and Harley Quinn
Alien x Human
Xyless Profile
Looking for: Preferably male. Someone who admits that Humans are every ounce the bastard that Xyless believes they are, and has no power to change that. Perhaps someone who doesn't have the patience for Xyless' fiery attitude and bratty outbursts and is willing to put her in her place.
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Setting: Space port
When Humans developed long distance space travel it opened a lot of doors for a lot of planets that had otherwise been cut off from the rest of the Galaxy. So when the humans came to T'ulle in their metal ships and space suits the local population worshipped them like gods. But that was almost a hundred years ago now, and the humans proved to be little more than pillagers looking for the next quick score. Xyless is a T'ullian refugee who's been stranded on Torre space port since she was a girl. Now she makes her living by conning passers by out of their ships and belongings and leaving them for dead in a sense of retribution.
Aesthetic / theme: I've never been a huge fan of Star Wars, but if ever there was an appropriate comparison for me I believe it's this. I imagine a galaxies worth of creatures and aliens all integrated into mass exchanges of information and wealth. I'd like to visit different planets with all manor of different flora and fauna, explore different social structures and dynamics on those worlds, and maybe Xyless can discover that not all humans are quite so awful.
Character traits: Xyless is very strong willed and can have a bit of attitude towards those around her. But through it all, she's a small T'ullisn orphan who's looking for someone strong enough to care for her. That being said, Xyless sees humans as essentially responsible for the genocide of her people and a direct cause of her cultures extinction. T'ullians are a dying species, and she will blame all of humanity to include your character. So be prepared to sway her image of you!
Balance: Essentially, your character would likely take ownership of Xyless after catching her trying to wrong you. This can mean a lot of things. Perhaps she's just there to help look after your ship, perhaps you need another set of hands on your characters goals, or maybe you're looking for a bed warmer. The ending of this plot is rather open ended in that way, so let's brainstorm! I don't see much combat during this roleplay but certainly lots of exploration and a healthy serving of smut if you'd like.
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Setting: Space port
When Humans developed long distance space travel it opened a lot of doors for a lot of planets that had otherwise been cut off from the rest of the Galaxy. So when the humans came to T'ulle in their metal ships and space suits the local population worshipped them like gods. But that was almost a hundred years ago now, and the humans proved to be little more than pillagers looking for the next quick score. Xyless is a T'ullian refugee who's been stranded on Torre space port since she was a girl. Now she makes her living by conning passers by out of their ships and belongings and leaving them for dead in a sense of retribution.
Aesthetic / theme: I've never been a huge fan of Star Wars, but if ever there was an appropriate comparison for me I believe it's this. I imagine a galaxies worth of creatures and aliens all integrated into mass exchanges of information and wealth. I'd like to visit different planets with all manor of different flora and fauna, explore different social structures and dynamics on those worlds, and maybe Xyless can discover that not all humans are quite so awful.
Character traits: Xyless is very strong willed and can have a bit of attitude towards those around her. But through it all, she's a small T'ullisn orphan who's looking for someone strong enough to care for her. That being said, Xyless sees humans as essentially responsible for the genocide of her people and a direct cause of her cultures extinction. T'ullians are a dying species, and she will blame all of humanity to include your character. So be prepared to sway her image of you!
Balance: Essentially, your character would likely take ownership of Xyless after catching her trying to wrong you. This can mean a lot of things. Perhaps she's just there to help look after your ship, perhaps you need another set of hands on your characters goals, or maybe you're looking for a bed warmer. The ending of this plot is rather open ended in that way, so let's brainstorm! I don't see much combat during this roleplay but certainly lots of exploration and a healthy serving of smut if you'd like.
Human x Super Soldier
Allison Profile
Looking for: Male or Female. A tough and regimented soldier. Someone who's out to protect the meek and willing to sacrifice in the line of duty. Be larger than life. Stronger and faster and more ferocious than even the strongest of warriors. Be a hero. Think Spartans from Halo, or Doomguy from Doom.
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Setting: The Voyager 3 exodus space ship
Humans are fleeing the milky way in a mass exodus, but Earth was only able to muster one complete ship to make the journey. Dubbed the Voyager 3 this ship holds 15,000 passengers who consist of Earth's best and brightest to give humanity a new start on Pathos 2 in the neighboring galaxy.
All is well until 18 months in when a mysterious infestation grips the crew and threatens to take the Voyager down all together. Now, Allison Pierson Systems Technician must rely on one of the Vanguard super soldiers kept in stasis to protect her as they both unravel the mystery of the necrotic infestation.
Aesthetic / theme: Alright. If you've ever played Dead Space then you already know I'm pulling heavy inspiration from that game for this roleplay. Riddled with horror, grounded sci-fi themes, and suspense, but instead of a line engineer you'll get the classic Brawns and Brains duo. The name of the game is traverse the massive ship and fix one problem after another, slowly uncovering more clues to where this infestation is coming from and what caused it in the first place. The Voyager is a living and changing setting, as we revisit different areas things won't always be as we left them. And the more the infestation grips the ship the stronger resistance we'll encounter. I'll try and build the plot to be leading up to several different boss battle type scenarios throughout.
Character traits: Allison is outspoken and rather confident of herself, but she knows her place in the dynamic. She will defer to your protection every time and always keep a level head. Furthermore, she is a certified genius when it comes to engineering. If she wasn't, she likely wouldn't have landed a spot on the Voyager. She knows the schematics, she's done the research, and her math is impeccable.
Balance: This roleplay is very plot heavy so there will always be another goal or objective looming overhead to keep the story moving. That being said, there are a few select opportunities to involve intimacy between characters. Lastly, it should go without saying that there is a predominant amount of combat sprinkled through out from beginning to end. This can be toned down if you're not interested in the fighting, but there will be at least some.
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Setting: The Voyager 3 exodus space ship
Humans are fleeing the milky way in a mass exodus, but Earth was only able to muster one complete ship to make the journey. Dubbed the Voyager 3 this ship holds 15,000 passengers who consist of Earth's best and brightest to give humanity a new start on Pathos 2 in the neighboring galaxy.
All is well until 18 months in when a mysterious infestation grips the crew and threatens to take the Voyager down all together. Now, Allison Pierson Systems Technician must rely on one of the Vanguard super soldiers kept in stasis to protect her as they both unravel the mystery of the necrotic infestation.
Aesthetic / theme: Alright. If you've ever played Dead Space then you already know I'm pulling heavy inspiration from that game for this roleplay. Riddled with horror, grounded sci-fi themes, and suspense, but instead of a line engineer you'll get the classic Brawns and Brains duo. The name of the game is traverse the massive ship and fix one problem after another, slowly uncovering more clues to where this infestation is coming from and what caused it in the first place. The Voyager is a living and changing setting, as we revisit different areas things won't always be as we left them. And the more the infestation grips the ship the stronger resistance we'll encounter. I'll try and build the plot to be leading up to several different boss battle type scenarios throughout.
Character traits: Allison is outspoken and rather confident of herself, but she knows her place in the dynamic. She will defer to your protection every time and always keep a level head. Furthermore, she is a certified genius when it comes to engineering. If she wasn't, she likely wouldn't have landed a spot on the Voyager. She knows the schematics, she's done the research, and her math is impeccable.
Balance: This roleplay is very plot heavy so there will always be another goal or objective looming overhead to keep the story moving. That being said, there are a few select opportunities to involve intimacy between characters. Lastly, it should go without saying that there is a predominant amount of combat sprinkled through out from beginning to end. This can be toned down if you're not interested in the fighting, but there will be at least some.
Looking for: Male or Female. The reluctant hero who didn't ask to be here. Points if you have a family or other obligations to return to. Be willing to help, but reluctantly so.
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Setting: Asteroid mining station
You awaken in a plexiglass sarcophagus and look down to find that the body you're in is not your own. What's more is the very surroundings you do not recognize. Your only ally is a systems technician who seems to be responsible for tearing you from your peaceful life and putting your consciousness in this synthetic body. She needs your help to escape a mysterious mold that's grown throughout the station, infecting the habitants and cutting you both off from your only means of escape. She has agreed to send you back to the life that you'd previously known if you help her escape first.
Aesthetic / theme: So this clearly shares a lot with the Voyager plot line. The biggest difference is we care a little less about where the infestation came from and more about escaping to safety. While we were trapped on the Voyager, here we're free to figure a way out of the space station. That's not to say this roleplay is free of mystery. How did you get here? How are you getting home? Why is Allison the only survivor? Let's find out together
Character traits: Allison will play a nearly identical role for this setting as well. Please see plot #1 character traits.
Balance: Again, this roleplay will have a lot of motivation from plot to keep things on track. There will be moments of respite where the two characters can simply cohabitate together, but more often than not Allison will be requesting you walk into the lions den to retrieve or fix something. Smut can take place, but won't be a heavy theme. Similar to the Voyager plot, combat will be a prevailing theme but can be dialed back if needed.
Note: This role can involve any backstory you like. You could theoretically be from medieval times if you wish, or a different magical land altogether. Get creative! Have a family or something you need to get back to, I can work with whatever you decide to come up with.
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Setting: Asteroid mining station
You awaken in a plexiglass sarcophagus and look down to find that the body you're in is not your own. What's more is the very surroundings you do not recognize. Your only ally is a systems technician who seems to be responsible for tearing you from your peaceful life and putting your consciousness in this synthetic body. She needs your help to escape a mysterious mold that's grown throughout the station, infecting the habitants and cutting you both off from your only means of escape. She has agreed to send you back to the life that you'd previously known if you help her escape first.
Aesthetic / theme: So this clearly shares a lot with the Voyager plot line. The biggest difference is we care a little less about where the infestation came from and more about escaping to safety. While we were trapped on the Voyager, here we're free to figure a way out of the space station. That's not to say this roleplay is free of mystery. How did you get here? How are you getting home? Why is Allison the only survivor? Let's find out together
Character traits: Allison will play a nearly identical role for this setting as well. Please see plot #1 character traits.
Balance: Again, this roleplay will have a lot of motivation from plot to keep things on track. There will be moments of respite where the two characters can simply cohabitate together, but more often than not Allison will be requesting you walk into the lions den to retrieve or fix something. Smut can take place, but won't be a heavy theme. Similar to the Voyager plot, combat will be a prevailing theme but can be dialed back if needed.
Note: This role can involve any backstory you like. You could theoretically be from medieval times if you wish, or a different magical land altogether. Get creative! Have a family or something you need to get back to, I can work with whatever you decide to come up with.
Neko X Human
Looking for: Male. A survivor trapped in a dying city that yearns to see the same sky that only his most distant ancestors had ever glimpsed.
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Setting: Future Earth, post-apocolyptic
A dying mega city that has been sealed from the outside world as long as anyone can remember. It was designed to protect from a great plague, but that was over a thousand years ago, now the city is little more than a comfortable tomb. Resources grow thin, and tempers grow taught. The denizens of this dead place either accept it as their whole world, or they rage against it's walls to see the outside that only remains in old photographs.
Sickness and disease run rampant in the confines of the dying city, and no more resources remain to make medicines. Sunlight can breach the hermetically sealed dome overhead, and the soil below is all but dust now. Nothing grows, and the well of supplies that had stocked the bunker ran dry centuries ago.
Mye is a Neko or a Cat-Person who lives on the edges of the sealed megacity. Her kind had involved through the harsh conditions outside the bunker, and are one of several species to split off as demi-human mutations. Most of Humanities knowledge was lost over the years, but in some form Mye's people were able to rebuild. She lives a predominantly hunter/gather lifestyle among her tripe, using the vast reaching walls of the outside megacity to stalk and capture her prey.
By pure accident and coincidence, Mye falls into the water intake of the megacity, being flushed all the way into the underbelly of the cities infrastructure. Never having known such places, she just as soon believes herself to have been swallowed by a great sleeping beast that was the city. She becomes ensnared in the mechanisms designed to filter out garbage and debris, and brings the entire water filtration system to a grinding halt.
Aesthetic / theme: If you hadn't guessed already, this roleplay is inspired by the game Stray. I love the dilapidated neon skyline of a crowded cyber city, the rusted remains of once functional machines now only clinging to life by miracle and duct tape. If you have played Stray, awesome, but I'd prefer the majority of characters in this roleplay to be living breathing Humans.
Character traits: Mye is curious by nature, but as you might expect she's endlessly skittish. Her species speaks some approximate off-shoot of broken English, but it's taken on its own dialect.
Balance: I really don't know where this roleplay is headed but it's safe to assume it'll be largely a world building and exploration style narrative. The end goal will likely be escaping the city, but we can take our time getting there. While we take our time, I'm totally open to some rolls in the hay. There's just something about a girl with cat ears that screams objectification isn't there?
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Setting: Future Earth, post-apocolyptic
A dying mega city that has been sealed from the outside world as long as anyone can remember. It was designed to protect from a great plague, but that was over a thousand years ago, now the city is little more than a comfortable tomb. Resources grow thin, and tempers grow taught. The denizens of this dead place either accept it as their whole world, or they rage against it's walls to see the outside that only remains in old photographs.
Sickness and disease run rampant in the confines of the dying city, and no more resources remain to make medicines. Sunlight can breach the hermetically sealed dome overhead, and the soil below is all but dust now. Nothing grows, and the well of supplies that had stocked the bunker ran dry centuries ago.
Mye is a Neko or a Cat-Person who lives on the edges of the sealed megacity. Her kind had involved through the harsh conditions outside the bunker, and are one of several species to split off as demi-human mutations. Most of Humanities knowledge was lost over the years, but in some form Mye's people were able to rebuild. She lives a predominantly hunter/gather lifestyle among her tripe, using the vast reaching walls of the outside megacity to stalk and capture her prey.
By pure accident and coincidence, Mye falls into the water intake of the megacity, being flushed all the way into the underbelly of the cities infrastructure. Never having known such places, she just as soon believes herself to have been swallowed by a great sleeping beast that was the city. She becomes ensnared in the mechanisms designed to filter out garbage and debris, and brings the entire water filtration system to a grinding halt.
Aesthetic / theme: If you hadn't guessed already, this roleplay is inspired by the game Stray. I love the dilapidated neon skyline of a crowded cyber city, the rusted remains of once functional machines now only clinging to life by miracle and duct tape. If you have played Stray, awesome, but I'd prefer the majority of characters in this roleplay to be living breathing Humans.
Character traits: Mye is curious by nature, but as you might expect she's endlessly skittish. Her species speaks some approximate off-shoot of broken English, but it's taken on its own dialect.
Balance: I really don't know where this roleplay is headed but it's safe to assume it'll be largely a world building and exploration style narrative. The end goal will likely be escaping the city, but we can take our time getting there. While we take our time, I'm totally open to some rolls in the hay. There's just something about a girl with cat ears that screams objectification isn't there?
Demi-God X Human
Looking for: Male or Female. Someone who's just a part of the mob mentality. Not a bad or evil person by anymeans, but someone who has become accustomed to the status-quo, who sees the wrong in the world but has no vigor or capabilities to fix it.
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Setting: Future Earth, Dystopian Earth
The world has expanded far beyond it's means, too many people consuming too many resources for the planet to keep up. Overpopulation runs rampant, the world's oil reserves are tapped, rivers are dammed, forests have been clear cut, and mines hollow the planet's crust in an ever expanding quest to squeeze every drop of life out of the Mother Earth.
Aesthetic / theme: This roleplay is loosely based on the game "After Us", and will feature a lot of themes about over consuming to the detriment of the environment. I'm no eco-warrior, but my character will be, so be prepared for the uncomfortable conversations about micro-plastics in the ocean and the abuse of the ecosystem. Imagine a future similar to that of the movie Idiocracy (minus the prevelance of actual idiots), or Wall-E (minus the leaving Earth part). There's a McDonalds on every street corner, you can buy a new cellphone at the drop of a hat from a vending machine at the gas station. The world has shifted to a theme of "use something and throw it away" and everything is disposable in favor of cost savings. Consumerism has become terminal as garbage begins to clog the oceans and rivers and wild life is dying off by the thousands.
Character traits: Mother Nature is dead, and her daughter is looking for justice.
Chloe was a normal regular human girl until her body became home to the spirit of a Demi-God. Now the girl dropped out of school and is looking to wage a war on Human industry. She wants to blow up the oil refineries, tear down the dams, and watch as nature overtakes all that the Humans have built.
The daughter of Mother Nature has no name, and will go by the name of her Vessel, Chloe. She appears as a teenaged girl who might just live up the street. Unassuming stature, street clothes, but with shimmering blue eyes and stark white hair that flows like silk. Within her though, beats the heart of a goddess bent on revenge. Her powers are rather limited and she shows no great physical prowess, but given the right circumstance she is primed to wipe out Humanity.
Balance: Initially, this roleplay will likely revolve around Chloe's quest for the destruction of Humanities constructs. Feed into her rage and she'll set about an extinction level event to wipe the slate clean, or try to show her that Humans are capable of change and there's still hope for this world. Either way, let's go on a road trip to blow up a pipeline and maybe show the Demi-God how much fun being Human is.
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Setting: Future Earth, Dystopian Earth
The world has expanded far beyond it's means, too many people consuming too many resources for the planet to keep up. Overpopulation runs rampant, the world's oil reserves are tapped, rivers are dammed, forests have been clear cut, and mines hollow the planet's crust in an ever expanding quest to squeeze every drop of life out of the Mother Earth.
Aesthetic / theme: This roleplay is loosely based on the game "After Us", and will feature a lot of themes about over consuming to the detriment of the environment. I'm no eco-warrior, but my character will be, so be prepared for the uncomfortable conversations about micro-plastics in the ocean and the abuse of the ecosystem. Imagine a future similar to that of the movie Idiocracy (minus the prevelance of actual idiots), or Wall-E (minus the leaving Earth part). There's a McDonalds on every street corner, you can buy a new cellphone at the drop of a hat from a vending machine at the gas station. The world has shifted to a theme of "use something and throw it away" and everything is disposable in favor of cost savings. Consumerism has become terminal as garbage begins to clog the oceans and rivers and wild life is dying off by the thousands.
Character traits: Mother Nature is dead, and her daughter is looking for justice.
Chloe was a normal regular human girl until her body became home to the spirit of a Demi-God. Now the girl dropped out of school and is looking to wage a war on Human industry. She wants to blow up the oil refineries, tear down the dams, and watch as nature overtakes all that the Humans have built.
The daughter of Mother Nature has no name, and will go by the name of her Vessel, Chloe. She appears as a teenaged girl who might just live up the street. Unassuming stature, street clothes, but with shimmering blue eyes and stark white hair that flows like silk. Within her though, beats the heart of a goddess bent on revenge. Her powers are rather limited and she shows no great physical prowess, but given the right circumstance she is primed to wipe out Humanity.
Balance: Initially, this roleplay will likely revolve around Chloe's quest for the destruction of Humanities constructs. Feed into her rage and she'll set about an extinction level event to wipe the slate clean, or try to show her that Humans are capable of change and there's still hope for this world. Either way, let's go on a road trip to blow up a pipeline and maybe show the Demi-God how much fun being Human is.
Smut-Centric Plots
(work in progress)
(work in progress)
Smut normally takes a back seat for me, but every once in a while I get a craving to play some especially depraved scenes. A lot of these are rather taboo, pretty kinky, and will more than likely be no more than a scene or two. Generally, I don't have much interest in long term smut-centric roles.
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The Abusive Boyfriend Saga
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I've got a lot of one off scenes I rather enjoy for this situation. Mostly involving heavy themes of low self-worth and dub-con. If you don't want to play an abusive asshole, I recommend avoiding this content.
Cum Only Diet
In an effort to lose weight, you suggest (or rather inform me) that I'll be going on a cum only diet. The only thing I'm allowed to consume is water, and your hot thick seed. I'll be on my knees begging for it when you come home from work, or waking you up each morning just craving another mouthful of the only thing I'm allowed to eat. Maybe we go to a dinner party and I have to sit quietly while everyone else dines on the most delicious looking food I've ever seen, meanwhile I tell the waiter I'm not hungry and suffer in silence.
These are just examples, but either way it'll likely involve a lot of oral sex and begging for you to cum in my mouth.
In an effort to lose weight, you suggest (or rather inform me) that I'll be going on a cum only diet. The only thing I'm allowed to consume is water, and your hot thick seed. I'll be on my knees begging for it when you come home from work, or waking you up each morning just craving another mouthful of the only thing I'm allowed to eat. Maybe we go to a dinner party and I have to sit quietly while everyone else dines on the most delicious looking food I've ever seen, meanwhile I tell the waiter I'm not hungry and suffer in silence.
These are just examples, but either way it'll likely involve a lot of oral sex and begging for you to cum in my mouth.
Anal Only Lifestyle
Whether your preference, or just because you're feeling particularly cruel. Maybe you're afraid of getting my pregnant, or you just like the way I whimper when you bury yourself in my ass. No matter what the reason, you refuse to fuck my pussy. No matter how much I beg and plead, no matter how much I cry when you pin me to the bed, you tell me the only way I'm allowed to cum from now on is during anal sex.
Whether your preference, or just because you're feeling particularly cruel. Maybe you're afraid of getting my pregnant, or you just like the way I whimper when you bury yourself in my ass. No matter what the reason, you refuse to fuck my pussy. No matter how much I beg and plead, no matter how much I cry when you pin me to the bed, you tell me the only way I'm allowed to cum from now on is during anal sex.
Job Interview Sabotage
It's time for my job interview! I spent all morning picking out my outfit and doing my makeup, I've compiled my resume and I'm ready for an interview at my dream job. The competition is tough, but I'm confident I've prepared myself well. Everything is going perfectly, and my loving boyfriend has even offered to drive me. Nothing could go wrong... or at least that's what I thought.
We pull up to the building, and just before I go to get out of the car you stop me short and tell me before I go I have to blow you. I know better than to deny you, but I'm going to be late for my interview, and certainly ruin my makeup.
It's time for my job interview! I spent all morning picking out my outfit and doing my makeup, I've compiled my resume and I'm ready for an interview at my dream job. The competition is tough, but I'm confident I've prepared myself well. Everything is going perfectly, and my loving boyfriend has even offered to drive me. Nothing could go wrong... or at least that's what I thought.
We pull up to the building, and just before I go to get out of the car you stop me short and tell me before I go I have to blow you. I know better than to deny you, but I'm going to be late for my interview, and certainly ruin my makeup.
Marking Your Territory
This isn't so much a specific scene as it is a concept. Beat me, choke me, whip me bloody and leave me covered in bruises. Then insist I wear a bikini to the beach this weekend. I'm not into gore, but I do so love a good beating if it's done with a twisted and misplaced sense of love.
This isn't so much a specific scene as it is a concept. Beat me, choke me, whip me bloody and leave me covered in bruises. Then insist I wear a bikini to the beach this weekend. I'm not into gore, but I do so love a good beating if it's done with a twisted and misplaced sense of love.
Double the Fun
Maybe you invite another woman into our bedroom knowing that I'm too much of a pushover to complain. Or maybe I'm such a doormat that I suggest it, and I ask my best friend to help me. Together you two take turns using me as a fuck doll before leaving me humiliated and covered in your cum.
Maybe you invite another woman into our bedroom knowing that I'm too much of a pushover to complain. Or maybe I'm such a doormat that I suggest it, and I ask my best friend to help me. Together you two take turns using me as a fuck doll before leaving me humiliated and covered in your cum.
Demi-Humans
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Something about a girl with cat ears just screams "use my body like a cheap sex doll" and honestly I'm here for it.
Racoon Girl
Taking inspiration from "The Rising of the Shield Hero" I love the idea of Demi-Humans being second class citizens. Let's stick with Raphtalia's beautiful example of a racoon girl who was orphaned at a young age, and give her a fluffy tail and twitchy ears. She's desperate for any amount of freedom, and will pander to anyone who can free her from the iron bars she's known for so long. It's been so long since she's felt human touch that she craves it deeply in whatever form it might take. Buy her as a slave and use her hwoever you like, or rescue her from bandits and see how grateful she is. I'm pretty open ended here as long as I get to play a racoon girl
Taking inspiration from "The Rising of the Shield Hero" I love the idea of Demi-Humans being second class citizens. Let's stick with Raphtalia's beautiful example of a racoon girl who was orphaned at a young age, and give her a fluffy tail and twitchy ears. She's desperate for any amount of freedom, and will pander to anyone who can free her from the iron bars she's known for so long. It's been so long since she's felt human touch that she craves it deeply in whatever form it might take. Buy her as a slave and use her hwoever you like, or rescue her from bandits and see how grateful she is. I'm pretty open ended here as long as I get to play a racoon girl
Neko / Cat-Girl
Drawing inspiration from my above post "Cat-Astrophe" and it's source material of the game Stray, I'll play as a Neko girl who falls from her home in the wilds of a post cataclysmic world. She's known little but her tribe who live among the trees, and doesn't even recognize pure bred humans anymore. She finds herself in the confines of a mega city constructed to protect the last remnants of humans from an apocalypse that has come and gone. Maybe you jump on her the first chance you get, or maybe she's in heat and particularly frisky, either way let's have a little fun and see where this goes
Drawing inspiration from my above post "Cat-Astrophe" and it's source material of the game Stray, I'll play as a Neko girl who falls from her home in the wilds of a post cataclysmic world. She's known little but her tribe who live among the trees, and doesn't even recognize pure bred humans anymore. She finds herself in the confines of a mega city constructed to protect the last remnants of humans from an apocalypse that has come and gone. Maybe you jump on her the first chance you get, or maybe she's in heat and particularly frisky, either way let's have a little fun and see where this goes
Bunny Girl
Taking a page from the anime "Gate", I love the idea of the Bunny Girl being a skilled warrior that's being put in her place. Maybe she was bested in combat, or her tribe was wiped out, or she was captured and presented as a gift to the prince. No matter the scenario, let's get a collar on her neck and teach her where she belongs.
Taking a page from the anime "Gate", I love the idea of the Bunny Girl being a skilled warrior that's being put in her place. Maybe she was bested in combat, or her tribe was wiped out, or she was captured and presented as a gift to the prince. No matter the scenario, let's get a collar on her neck and teach her where she belongs.
Android Girl
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Free Samples
This scene is based on my above role "Synthetic Solitude".
Androids with implanted Human consciousness have been around for a little while now, but they're not recognized as true humans and so their rights are limited at best, even more so on the edge of civilized space. Brothels have been around for thousands of years, but people still have trouble believing an android can perform as well as the real thing. So, whenever on of the Android girls gets in trouble, she's forced to work the "Free Sample" booth. How long she's there depends on her customers satisfaction, so as she grows more and more desperate she's willing to do anything to get that five star rating.
This scene is based on my above role "Synthetic Solitude".
Androids with implanted Human consciousness have been around for a little while now, but they're not recognized as true humans and so their rights are limited at best, even more so on the edge of civilized space. Brothels have been around for thousands of years, but people still have trouble believing an android can perform as well as the real thing. So, whenever on of the Android girls gets in trouble, she's forced to work the "Free Sample" booth. How long she's there depends on her customers satisfaction, so as she grows more and more desperate she's willing to do anything to get that five star rating.
Dark Elf
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Til Death Do Us Part
Dark Elves mate for life they say, and once one has imprinted on the other they can think of no one else but their true love...
That was all well and good back in the dark ages, but now multiple species coexist in a singular society, and when a Human imprints on a Dark Elf there's bound to be trouble. Maybe it happens when they're children, and the little Dark Elf girl falls head over heals in love with the boy who was nice to her on the playground.
Fast forward twenty years and he's forgotten all about the girl, moved on with his life as if she never existed at all. But she never forgot, and for better or worse every relationship she had afterward would always end in failure because none of the men in her life was him. That is, until she stumbles into his office on her first day as the new temp and practically falls to her knees in worship of him. She's overjoyed that she's found him again, in tears of elation that her true love is back. It doesn't matter that he's in the middle of a meeting, or if they're in public, she'll never hesitate to show her loyalty and dedication to him.
Dark Elves mate for life they say, and once one has imprinted on the other they can think of no one else but their true love...
That was all well and good back in the dark ages, but now multiple species coexist in a singular society, and when a Human imprints on a Dark Elf there's bound to be trouble. Maybe it happens when they're children, and the little Dark Elf girl falls head over heals in love with the boy who was nice to her on the playground.
Fast forward twenty years and he's forgotten all about the girl, moved on with his life as if she never existed at all. But she never forgot, and for better or worse every relationship she had afterward would always end in failure because none of the men in her life was him. That is, until she stumbles into his office on her first day as the new temp and practically falls to her knees in worship of him. She's overjoyed that she's found him again, in tears of elation that her true love is back. It doesn't matter that he's in the middle of a meeting, or if they're in public, she'll never hesitate to show her loyalty and dedication to him.
Succubus
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Okay, so normally I'm not into Fandom based roleplays or canon characters, but this is one I'm willing to make an exception for. Based on the recent Doom games, this roleplay would see the Slayer taking advantage of my character Vylleth. This is a fandom that I very much love, and while it isn't a hard role to fill, I'd love it if my partner was familiar with DoomGuy's personality and mannerisms (stoic, very few words, and unapologetically brutal) I don't expect there to be no dialog, but I'd prefer him be a man of very fewwords.
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Hell was ready for all of Humanities most advanced weapons and their largest armies. They cut through Earth like a sickle through wheat, and left none alive. For every Demon that fell in battle, a thousand more stood ready to take its place. Against all of this wickedness and all of this agony stood one man who's wrath knew no end.
His strength was immeasurable, his endurance unyielding, and his resolve unshakable. He had no equal, and met no match. He goes by many names: The Slayer, The Hellwalker, DoomGuy, but he needs no introduction. He is the embodiment of Humanities fury, and he's the only hope to turn back the tides of Hell's armies.
This roleplay would combine my own OC character Vylleth with the events of the Doom games. Hell has invaded Earth and the Slayer is carving a bloody swathe through their legions of Demons. But what happens to all the Succubi left on Earth? They have no place in a full scale invasion, and Humans were their only source of sustenance. Now, Vylleth is left alone and afraid, running from Human armies, Demonic warriors, and DoomGuy himself.
In this scene she finds herself backed into a corner, hiding in a locker and hoping that the DoomMarine will simply pass her by... but he has never failed to annihilate any of her kind before.
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Hell was ready for all of Humanities most advanced weapons and their largest armies. They cut through Earth like a sickle through wheat, and left none alive. For every Demon that fell in battle, a thousand more stood ready to take its place. Against all of this wickedness and all of this agony stood one man who's wrath knew no end.
His strength was immeasurable, his endurance unyielding, and his resolve unshakable. He had no equal, and met no match. He goes by many names: The Slayer, The Hellwalker, DoomGuy, but he needs no introduction. He is the embodiment of Humanities fury, and he's the only hope to turn back the tides of Hell's armies.
This roleplay would combine my own OC character Vylleth with the events of the Doom games. Hell has invaded Earth and the Slayer is carving a bloody swathe through their legions of Demons. But what happens to all the Succubi left on Earth? They have no place in a full scale invasion, and Humans were their only source of sustenance. Now, Vylleth is left alone and afraid, running from Human armies, Demonic warriors, and DoomGuy himself.
In this scene she finds herself backed into a corner, hiding in a locker and hoping that the DoomMarine will simply pass her by... but he has never failed to annihilate any of her kind before.
I'm always open to new ideas! So feel free to message me if I sound interesting to you! I'd love to hear what you have in mind.
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