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I should begin by stating several self aspects, that you should look through before approaching this thread with searching eyes.
- Several years of roleplaying experience.
- Literate, ranging from 2-5 paragraphs as the norm.
- Liberal roleplayer. "Godmodding" is acceptable to an extent in making a progressive, interactive story; however, complete dominance over a character that isn't yours is unacceptable.
- Dark, tall, dashingly handsome!
I roleplay mostly fantasy / realistic fiction plots. Realism is not my forte, but we are always welcome to try.
Radical plots! Lust! Corruption! Delicious, twisted hatred! Bleed bright red, for you are alive.
> La Revolucion~
A cowering world is ruled under an unrelenting fist of the Iron Five, a ring of vile brutes whose whim is law. Every man lives under a pervasive fear that the next public execution will be his, and the coals of revolution, while plentiful, are never lit.
In comes a firebrand, an inflammatory match, itching to light the world on fire. Dante finds that the best way to make men weep is through the wound, and only through those thick, red tears, will his world see any change. For once in near half a century, Dante poses a threat to the Iron Five that they cannot simply crush under their bootheels. "Vile roaches!" - they splutter on the national television. But all it does is bring more fire to Dante's cause.
His organization is growing - Dante has lit a beacon that burns steadily in the haze of corruption and oppression. But he needs one last thing before the world can begin to burn in the cleansing fire.
Near Christmas is a ball sponsored by the Iron Five, specifically coordinated for the political circus that grasps control in their meaty palms. There, is a daughter, the heir apparent to one of the Iron Five. Disguised, cunning, and personally intriguied, Dante decides to darkly seduce the fawnling - and use her for his own means of a perfect revolution.
> Ragnarok ~
Regilus Gaius Voxus stands as the most powerful gladiator of his day. Crowds scream when he swings steel, roar when he draws blood. Undefeated, he has lived longer than any gladiator is expected to survive. But this is no mere stroke of luck. His blood carries noble Nordic blood, descended from the gods of Northern mythology. Forsaken, cursed, and a fallen half god despised by his own father, he was abandoned, alone, shacked to fulfill a life without destiny. Regilus spent his days fighting for a life he found becoming less valuable by every moon that passed.
He lived only to see another day.
A Roman of noble birth saw strength and compassion where others saw death. She braved gladiator pits and dungeon cells to visit him nearly every night. The daughter of the Emperor, loved Regilus, gladiator or not. And most likely, the consequence of the discovery of their relationship would have him killed and the daughter disgraced.
But she was not the only one who watched him.
His father Njord, saw potential. Power. Ambition. Reasoning. Danger that threatened his throne. He wanted no man but him on the throne of the gods, for his own ambition was rivaled by none.
But Zeus saw a child. Neglected, lost, furious. But a soul that wanted nothing more than redemption. To prove he was worthy of a role in this world.
He would get his chance soon.
The Greek gods paid no homage to the Nordics, and rightfully so. Zeus led the greatest Pantheon of gods the heavens had ever seen. Yet, Njord and his brother Loki grew jealous of the power the God of Thunder possessed. They tricked him, fooling him into losing his great power over the heavens, and spread the dark stain of chaos across the realm of the gods. The world fled into panic, two sides pitched into a mortal battle no one could ever win.
Regilus wielded the power of neutrality. Neither good nor evil took his heart. Only a chaotic sense of what was right or wrong made him immune to the destruction that corrupted the souls of so many. And, perhaps, only he can pass through the fires of the Underworld unscarred to return the former peace the world demands.
