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Undead Tyrant
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- Joined
- May 6, 2024
IMPORTANT INFORMATION
- Potentially triggering material within this thread: character backstories with mentions of rape, trafficking, abuse, alcoholism, suicidal ideations, and incest.
- The plot's supposed to be creepy, not cute. You have plenty of room to play either a "good" or "bad" man as you so choose. I'm probably just going to end up viewing them as morally gray, either way.
- NSFW image for one of my characters at the bottom of the thread.
- F-List. Read it, because I'm not likely to accept partners who only share 3 or 4 kinks with me. The more we have in common, the better. (Some additional kinks specific to this thread are listed further down.)
- 1 reply every 1-2 weeks on average, sometimes more and sometimes less.
- Some of my characters are represented by porn stars/nude models, but I’m happy to discuss changing them so long as the alternative fits the general “feel” that I’m going for.
- You will need to send me a sample of your own. I am a highly literate novella-style role player. (Links to a safe-for-work Google Doc. It’s a formatted writing sample, also available without formatting under a spoiler below for those who don’t want to click on a link.)
- Private messages, on-site threads, and Google Docs are all options. I might be convinced to do Discord for the right person, but it’s highly unlikely, even for OOC.
Mina sat at the square table. Usually it was where she would lose domino games to Tilly and Hosea, or Arthur would occasionally indulge in a game of Five Finger Fillet with Lenny or (rarely) Micah. Currently however, Mina was using it as a workstation, where she could sew up the holes in Bill's clothes without straining her neck too badly. Hosea, who sat across from her, used it as a surface to play a game of Solitaire. And Dutch, who sat next to Hosea, had an open book on the tabletop and was reading its contents. "Selling O'Driscoll corpses," he read aloud, tracing along the words with the tip of his ringed finger. His approval was thinly veiled teasing: exaggerated and ironic. "The Saint Denis Medical College is offering fifteen dollars for each donation - Hosea, did you know Saint Denis had a medical college with such barbaric practices?"
"I did not," Hosea said, not looking up from his game. "Must be doing well for themselves if those are the prices they're paying. Anyway, it's too easy to catch onto. The same five, ten people showing up, selling fresh corpses with bullet holes in them?" He waved his hand and dismissed the idea before drawing more cards.
As Dutch handed the journal back to her, Mina said, "Well, I did warn you fellas - there wouldn't be many leads in Rhodes. The only real money in Lemoyne is in Saint Denis, and they've got a criminal hierarchy. Unless we wanted to risk making even more enemies, selling bodies to universities is all I've got."
"No, there's money here," Hosea reassured her. "Confederate gold, kept in those plantation homes. You have to know what you're looking for, but it's there."
"Hosea, it's Confederate gold," Mina emphasized. "They only made so much money because they didn't have to pay for labor. Now that they do, any money they made has already been spent just keeping those plantations afloat postbellum. Most of them are drowning in debt now."
Dutch, who could sense an oncoming debate, reminded the both of them: "It doesn't matter. Here we are, and so here is where we will find money. Confederate or otherwise." Despite his apparent unbiased decree, Mina suspected Dutch secretly wanted to rob the South blind for all its bigotry and bloodshed. But she didn't press him on it, because pressing Dutch on things often caused his mood to sour. "Micah's cooked up a decent-paying plan," he continued. Mina and Hosea exchanged a glance that Dutch seemed to notice. "I know, I know. I hesitate after Strawberry, but I've been considering it. He seems to think he can convince some wealthy but dim-witted fools that a simple box can copy money."
Mina's brow furrowed. "How does he expect to do that?" she asked.
"By giving them a demonstration that it works," Dutch answered. "He showed me how it would go, more or less. In another life, our notorious Mister Bell would have made an exemplary snake oil salesman."
"And what will he do if it doesn't go according to plan?" Mina asked. "What if, for instance, someone were to wise up to his scheme, and they're just as violence-prone as he is?" From the look on his face, Mina concluded that Dutch had the same concern. "I'm glad that you want to give him another chance," she said. "I see the same potential in him that you do. But just like you can't trust Uncle with camp finances, you can't trust Micah to play it cool once he's been angered."
Growing frustrated, Dutch said, "I know that, but what exactly do you propose we do? Sit and wait for the money to fall into our laps?"
"Is that your new plan?" Hosea asked Mina, his eyes twinkling. "What happened to selling O'Driscoll corpses to medical colleges?"
Unbothered, Mina said, "I just think we need to take the time and discuss how we can guarantee the money without guaranteeing the extra heat. Micah's ideas are worth following up on, but his volatility deserves to be seen too." She set her finished sewing aside and got to work folding the clothes up so Tilly wouldn't have to. "I know it's stressful to think about these things, Dutch. I'd also love it if people would start coming to you with fool-proof plans that you didn't have to fix for them. Seeing you so overworked makes my heart ache." It had the intended effect. The tension eased from Dutch's shoulders, as if he didn't realize how stressed he was until Mina pointed it out. She continued: "It shouldn't all fall on you. Give me a chance to talk to Micah. His idea is good, but with a little extra preparation, we can make it rock-solid. It's just as Hosea always says: every plan works, as long as it's executed properly."
Hosea made an unconvinced sound, clearly not appreciative that his words were being used in support of Micah Bell, who (as far as he was concerned) had gotten three people Hosea cared deeply about killed. But he said nothing, because he and Mina had a silent agreement. "Anyway," she continued, "how much money does he think we stand to make?"
Dutch replied, halfway deep in thought (as he always was whenever someone gave him perspective he found valuable): "Potentially thousands, or even more, but I think he was being a little hyperbolic. Or hopeful."
"Or misleading," Hosea added, and Dutch hummed in vague affirmation.
"You two underestimate how easy it is to exploit greed," Mina said. She let the two men have the last word - Hosea concluding his ideas with firm doubt and Dutch remaining on the fence, right where he started. The conversation then easily switched into a tangential discussion about the predatory nature of American economics. Mina interjected every now and again, whenever she tuned into the conversation and listened for enough context to make it seem as if she'd been following along.
Once she finished folding Bill's mended clothes, Mina politely excused herself from the table and delivered the laundry back to Tilly, who profusely thanked her. Mina assured her that it was no problem at all - that she hated seeing young women throw their lives away on chores - and bid the girl a farewell before hunting Micah down. She found him, predictably, tending to his guns in isolation. Sunlight, notably dimmed by the incoming storm clouds, glinted off his revolvers like a threatening wink.
Mina approached from his right, stepping over discarded beer bottles from the night prior. "Good morning, Micah," she greeted. "Dutch and I were just discussing your plan." It was meticulous wording, designed to inform Micah that there was an in-group that didn't include him, and a power dynamic with details that he wasn't privy to, but was still subject to. "He seemed impressed by it, but I don't think he saw the full potential. Tell me - have you already chosen a target?"
"I did not," Hosea said, not looking up from his game. "Must be doing well for themselves if those are the prices they're paying. Anyway, it's too easy to catch onto. The same five, ten people showing up, selling fresh corpses with bullet holes in them?" He waved his hand and dismissed the idea before drawing more cards.
As Dutch handed the journal back to her, Mina said, "Well, I did warn you fellas - there wouldn't be many leads in Rhodes. The only real money in Lemoyne is in Saint Denis, and they've got a criminal hierarchy. Unless we wanted to risk making even more enemies, selling bodies to universities is all I've got."
"No, there's money here," Hosea reassured her. "Confederate gold, kept in those plantation homes. You have to know what you're looking for, but it's there."
"Hosea, it's Confederate gold," Mina emphasized. "They only made so much money because they didn't have to pay for labor. Now that they do, any money they made has already been spent just keeping those plantations afloat postbellum. Most of them are drowning in debt now."
Dutch, who could sense an oncoming debate, reminded the both of them: "It doesn't matter. Here we are, and so here is where we will find money. Confederate or otherwise." Despite his apparent unbiased decree, Mina suspected Dutch secretly wanted to rob the South blind for all its bigotry and bloodshed. But she didn't press him on it, because pressing Dutch on things often caused his mood to sour. "Micah's cooked up a decent-paying plan," he continued. Mina and Hosea exchanged a glance that Dutch seemed to notice. "I know, I know. I hesitate after Strawberry, but I've been considering it. He seems to think he can convince some wealthy but dim-witted fools that a simple box can copy money."
Mina's brow furrowed. "How does he expect to do that?" she asked.
"By giving them a demonstration that it works," Dutch answered. "He showed me how it would go, more or less. In another life, our notorious Mister Bell would have made an exemplary snake oil salesman."
"And what will he do if it doesn't go according to plan?" Mina asked. "What if, for instance, someone were to wise up to his scheme, and they're just as violence-prone as he is?" From the look on his face, Mina concluded that Dutch had the same concern. "I'm glad that you want to give him another chance," she said. "I see the same potential in him that you do. But just like you can't trust Uncle with camp finances, you can't trust Micah to play it cool once he's been angered."
Growing frustrated, Dutch said, "I know that, but what exactly do you propose we do? Sit and wait for the money to fall into our laps?"
"Is that your new plan?" Hosea asked Mina, his eyes twinkling. "What happened to selling O'Driscoll corpses to medical colleges?"
Unbothered, Mina said, "I just think we need to take the time and discuss how we can guarantee the money without guaranteeing the extra heat. Micah's ideas are worth following up on, but his volatility deserves to be seen too." She set her finished sewing aside and got to work folding the clothes up so Tilly wouldn't have to. "I know it's stressful to think about these things, Dutch. I'd also love it if people would start coming to you with fool-proof plans that you didn't have to fix for them. Seeing you so overworked makes my heart ache." It had the intended effect. The tension eased from Dutch's shoulders, as if he didn't realize how stressed he was until Mina pointed it out. She continued: "It shouldn't all fall on you. Give me a chance to talk to Micah. His idea is good, but with a little extra preparation, we can make it rock-solid. It's just as Hosea always says: every plan works, as long as it's executed properly."
Hosea made an unconvinced sound, clearly not appreciative that his words were being used in support of Micah Bell, who (as far as he was concerned) had gotten three people Hosea cared deeply about killed. But he said nothing, because he and Mina had a silent agreement. "Anyway," she continued, "how much money does he think we stand to make?"
Dutch replied, halfway deep in thought (as he always was whenever someone gave him perspective he found valuable): "Potentially thousands, or even more, but I think he was being a little hyperbolic. Or hopeful."
"Or misleading," Hosea added, and Dutch hummed in vague affirmation.
"You two underestimate how easy it is to exploit greed," Mina said. She let the two men have the last word - Hosea concluding his ideas with firm doubt and Dutch remaining on the fence, right where he started. The conversation then easily switched into a tangential discussion about the predatory nature of American economics. Mina interjected every now and again, whenever she tuned into the conversation and listened for enough context to make it seem as if she'd been following along.
Once she finished folding Bill's mended clothes, Mina politely excused herself from the table and delivered the laundry back to Tilly, who profusely thanked her. Mina assured her that it was no problem at all - that she hated seeing young women throw their lives away on chores - and bid the girl a farewell before hunting Micah down. She found him, predictably, tending to his guns in isolation. Sunlight, notably dimmed by the incoming storm clouds, glinted off his revolvers like a threatening wink.
Mina approached from his right, stepping over discarded beer bottles from the night prior. "Good morning, Micah," she greeted. "Dutch and I were just discussing your plan." It was meticulous wording, designed to inform Micah that there was an in-group that didn't include him, and a power dynamic with details that he wasn't privy to, but was still subject to. "He seemed impressed by it, but I don't think he saw the full potential. Tell me - have you already chosen a target?"
MY KINK REQUESTS
REQUIRED KINK: PSYCHOLOGY
I like when people play characters with traits that suggest psychological awareness, ranging from calculated manipulators and emotional abusers to emotionally-aware therapists and gentle-but-firm Daddy Doms. Your character should want to have an impact on my character’s psyche, whether it be for better or for worse.
NOTE/DISCLAIMER: None of my characters are meant to be an accurate representation of someone living with sex addiction. Truth be told, I actually consider “nymphomaniac” something of an outdated and sexist slur, used to sexualize women who developed hypersexuality as a means of coping with significant sexual trauma. But the psychology behind the subtle and nuanced social degradation women endure is of extreme interest to me, and this role-play is one of the ways I want to explore it.
REQUIRED KINK: UNPROTECTED SEX
Breeding is hot, risk of pregnancy is hot, the miracle of childbirth is great and all that jazz - but pregnancy and childbirth are just such tedious endeavors. Blech. Completely uninterested. I just wanna write hot bitches getting filled with cum. Consider my characters infertile and immune to STDs, if you must. On my end, I’m just not worrying about it.
KINK CRAVING: “MUCH” OLDER MEN & DAD BODS
While not required, I prefer playing women 28-38 years old paired with men who are old enough to be their fathers. I’m talking age gaps of 20, 30, or even 40 years. Also, men with broad shoulders and soft bellies make me weak in the knees. Give me men who look like they drink beer and eat ribs, please. (Actual status as a beer-drinker or carnivore is not mandatory.)
NOTE/DISCLAIMER: None of my characters are meant to be an accurate representation of someone living with sex addiction. Truth be told, I actually consider “nymphomaniac” something of an outdated and sexist slur, used to sexualize women who developed hypersexuality as a means of coping with significant sexual trauma. But the psychology behind the subtle and nuanced social degradation women endure is of extreme interest to me, and this role-play is one of the ways I want to explore it.
REQUIRED KINK: UNPROTECTED SEX
Breeding is hot, risk of pregnancy is hot, the miracle of childbirth is great and all that jazz - but pregnancy and childbirth are just such tedious endeavors. Blech. Completely uninterested. I just wanna write hot bitches getting filled with cum. Consider my characters infertile and immune to STDs, if you must. On my end, I’m just not worrying about it.
KINK CRAVING: “MUCH” OLDER MEN & DAD BODS
While not required, I prefer playing women 28-38 years old paired with men who are old enough to be their fathers. I’m talking age gaps of 20, 30, or even 40 years. Also, men with broad shoulders and soft bellies make me weak in the knees. Give me men who look like they drink beer and eat ribs, please. (Actual status as a beer-drinker or carnivore is not mandatory.)
PLOT
Greetings from the Asylum:
Congratulations! We have received your application and determined that you are a suitable fit for the honorable position of Keeper. Enclosed with this correspondence are dossiers of our currently available Nymphs. Please submit your request for your chosen Nymph in person to our facility, no later than 10 A.M. on any weekday (excluding major holidays). Most requests are processed within two hours, so we recommend getting lunch at our facility cafeteria while you wait.
I thank you again for your interest in our program. It’s because of Keepers like you that we’re able to do the work that we do. Remember: Rescue. Rehome. Rehabilitate. It’s our Responsibility.
Regards,
Richard Vance, COO
Congratulations! We have received your application and determined that you are a suitable fit for the honorable position of Keeper. Enclosed with this correspondence are dossiers of our currently available Nymphs. Please submit your request for your chosen Nymph in person to our facility, no later than 10 A.M. on any weekday (excluding major holidays). Most requests are processed within two hours, so we recommend getting lunch at our facility cafeteria while you wait.
I thank you again for your interest in our program. It’s because of Keepers like you that we’re able to do the work that we do. Remember: Rescue. Rehome. Rehabilitate. It’s our Responsibility.
Regards,
Richard Vance, COO
The Asylum is an independent, for-profit establishment that houses the mentally ill. It offers extensive services for its residents, both in-patient and out-patient. While it has its areas in need of improvement, most people agree that the Asylum does more good than harm. Even its name - the Asylum - has a tinge of irony associated to it. When it was first opened, it was advertised as a compassionate alternative to the asylums of old. No longer would people be treated as sub-humans. Treatment would be pursued with compassion and understanding, and led with the notion of looking at the world through the patient’s eyes instead of the firm psychiatric judgment doctors previously subjected them to. While these efforts have proven fruitful in many ways, the Asylum has still earned its rightful critics - especially since promoting Richard Vance to the position of Chief Operating Officer.
Vance made many strategic moves for the Asylum, but his claim to fame is the Nymph Rehoming Project, or the NRP. The NRP, according to Vance, aims to “provide diagnosed nymphomaniacs with the stability needed to rehabilitate their relationship with sex.” This certainly seems nice on the surface, but many of Vance’s critics are accusing him of perversion and sexism by treating his female patients as if they are animals to be fostered and adopted out into the hands of men who can “rehabilitate” them, as evidenced by the NRP slogan: Rescue. Rehome. Rehabilitate. It's our Responsibility.
This rehabilitation process, while highly criticized, allegedly works. Many Nymphs have come forward and expressed gratitude for their Keepers, claiming that the trauma that previously defined their sexual choices have been reframed successfully with therapy and “sexual liberation”. If not for the Keeper looking after her safety and needs, many Nymphs would not have made it through their rehabilitation. He offers her his home, guides her into a new life, and brings her - you guessed it - sexual liberation.
Sexual liberation is a major theme for Vance, who insists that the Nymphs do not need to be ostracized for their condition. Instead, they need to learn that shame only fuels their capacity for making dangerous decisions. Vance’s solution was to pair the Nymphs with Keepers like you, who work carefully with a team of therapists to rewrite the Nymph’s relationship with sex into one of empowerment, where she controls the disorder instead of letting it control her.
Your job as a Keeper will vary depending on the Nymph you take on, but there are some universal expectations required of all Keepers:
Vance made many strategic moves for the Asylum, but his claim to fame is the Nymph Rehoming Project, or the NRP. The NRP, according to Vance, aims to “provide diagnosed nymphomaniacs with the stability needed to rehabilitate their relationship with sex.” This certainly seems nice on the surface, but many of Vance’s critics are accusing him of perversion and sexism by treating his female patients as if they are animals to be fostered and adopted out into the hands of men who can “rehabilitate” them, as evidenced by the NRP slogan: Rescue. Rehome. Rehabilitate. It's our Responsibility.
This rehabilitation process, while highly criticized, allegedly works. Many Nymphs have come forward and expressed gratitude for their Keepers, claiming that the trauma that previously defined their sexual choices have been reframed successfully with therapy and “sexual liberation”. If not for the Keeper looking after her safety and needs, many Nymphs would not have made it through their rehabilitation. He offers her his home, guides her into a new life, and brings her - you guessed it - sexual liberation.
Sexual liberation is a major theme for Vance, who insists that the Nymphs do not need to be ostracized for their condition. Instead, they need to learn that shame only fuels their capacity for making dangerous decisions. Vance’s solution was to pair the Nymphs with Keepers like you, who work carefully with a team of therapists to rewrite the Nymph’s relationship with sex into one of empowerment, where she controls the disorder instead of letting it control her.
Your job as a Keeper will vary depending on the Nymph you take on, but there are some universal expectations required of all Keepers:
- You must not have any employment outside of Asylum-appointed work. Your work as a Keeper should see you happily paid.
- You must be able to maintain the Nymph’s housing, schedule, food, clothing, and transportation.
- And, finally: keep her sexually satisfied. Nymphs are likely to get into dangerous situations if they don’t feel cared for by their Keepers, as they will certainly go elsewhere to seek it out.
THE NYMPHS
Pick your poison.
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NAME
Persephone. This name was given to her by her ex-pimp. She has no memory of any prior identity.
AGE
Indeterminate. When we rescued Persephone, she informed us that she was 26 years old. However, our physicians have determined that it’s more likely she is between the ages 31 and 35. There is no way to age her exactly, and she has no official records indicating a year of birth.
SPECIALIZED CARE NOTICE
Persephone’s condition is categorized as EXTREME and she will need round-the-clock care from her Keeper. Her psychiatric care team specifies:
Unfortunately, cases like Persephone’s make for a sobering reminder: humans are just animals. Rob us of our capacity to grow, and we become stripped of nothing but our instincts. Persephone’s instinct for sex and survival were the only aspects of her life that she was allowed to nourish, and they were highly controlled and defined for her. While she is remarkably sweet (many of our team likens her to a “human lapdog” and she will make one lucky Keeper very happy one day) she has very little perspective and real-world knowledge to even come close to categorizing her as “intelligent.” I hate being cruel, but facts are facts. Persephone is illiterate and cannot sign even the first letter of her name. She is plagued by inattention and is fueled only by an insatiable libido and a deep-rooted fear of rejection. However, as unlikely as she is to make a major recovery, there is still the chance that she may gain some independence, autonomy, and sense of identity with intensive care.
HISTORY
Persephone came to us after a successful trafficking raid put an end to a pimp known as Big Bull. It is the Asylum’s opinion that Persephone was orphaned as an infant and developed some form of dissociative amnesia as a means of coping with the trauma of what it took to survive, but we have no way of confirming this. There are no known details of her early life, as she cannot remember them. Persephone self-reports that she was raised not on the streets, but by them. Then Big Bull found her when she was “sixteen” - or so Big Bull suspected she was at the time. It is believed by our physicians that it was more likely she was a few years older, but seemed younger due to food insecurity and malnutrition affecting bone growth and density in early childhood. -
NAME
Jessica “Jellybean” Dias
AGE
26
PSYCHIATRIC NOTICE
Jellybean is excessively aggressive and seeks out weakness like a tracking missile. She requires a firm hand, and I pity any Keeper who mistakenly believes he has what it takes to handle her. Nymphomania is the least of her concerns; getting her abusive narcissistic streak under control should be top priority. She is extraordinarily cunning, emotionally unpredictable, and threatening. She rules like a tyrant.
HISTORY
Jellybean is one of many Nymphs who registered for rehabilitation after a short-but-wild career in amateur pornography revealed just how far she was willing to go for the right audience. One of Jellybean’s videos featured her younger sister, who was asleep at the time of filming. Though she had sent the video privately to one of her subscribers, it got leaked and eventually her sister found out about it. Jellybean was presented with a choice: go to prison, or go to rehabilitation.
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NAME
Hayley Matthews
AGE
34
PSYCHIATRIC NOTICE
For her own safety, Hayley should not have contact with her father. Assessment results suggest that their relationship is based heavily in the abuse-and-fawn cycle.
HISTORY
Hayley came to the Asylum for rehabilitation seven months ago after her addiction ruined her entire life. The defining point of no return was when Hayley was discovered mid-coitus with her daughter’s boyfriend. This event revealed other hidden truths in Hayley’s life: affairs with her boss, nudes sent to horny college students on the other side of the country, and a previous sex life with her own father, which occurred prior to Hayley's marriage.
Hayley’s husband divorced her, and her daughter went no-contact. Ruined, Hayley returned to live with her father, only for their sexual relationship to continue. Hayley checked herself into rehabilitation, heavily under the influence of alcohol and expressing a strong desire to end her own life.
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