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(Note: All characters involved are of the the thinking ages of consent. And or older. Please do not let the word Teenage in the name fool you.
The air is silent, and The night began to push late into the twelve o'clock mark. The street's were empty, and one would assume that there is peace and quiet. But in reality, the silence is all to familiar, and just as sinister. Normally, gang's would be using the cover of darkness. But, not many would dare risk it in these parts of new York. Few can go toe to toe with Them, and even then, the stronger gang's know not to mess with Them. They are organized, strong, and in great number. One could barely even call them a gang. If anything, The Foot Clan, is it's own Mob. And all of New York City is it's playground. But more accurately, they are an army. With one leader. A ghost, a women that does not exist. But still drives fear into her foes.
The foot clan has it's fair share of kid's, teen's, punks, delinquents. All just as rowdy, just as loud. But, also their fare share of elite's. Each hand picked to go up in their ranks. From common street thug. To Foot Ninja. Trained to serve under their master, and if need be die for her nefarious ends.
Strange days indeed, and more strange sight's are to be found in the street's of New York. From the pollution of strange substances have come strange being's. Mutants. Being's derived from random accident, and strange twist's of fate. Some, maybe created on purpose? None the less. From mob's, to mutant gang's, to strange nefarious ninja. The street's have become deadly, riddled with violence. Life barely being able to go on as normal. With the effort's of the NYPD, as well as military and government support. New York has successfully avoided being a war zone, or being walled off from the rest of the country. Both of which, are still a high possibility. The greatest of threat's, lives in the shadows. The foot clan, and their Master Shredder. As well, as in the hands of fate. Where strange event's both alien and absurd loom around the corner. But as evil loom's in the cover of night, So does this city's only true hero's. Four beings, that lurk in the shadows. And fight the corruption brought about by Gang's, Mutants, and the evil Shredder. But, destined to face what not only threatens the good people of new york, but the world. They may be teenagers. But these hero's have promise. They are mutants, ninja's, but most of all Sister's.
The foot clan has it's fair share of kid's, teen's, punks, delinquents. All just as rowdy, just as loud. But, also their fare share of elite's. Each hand picked to go up in their ranks. From common street thug. To Foot Ninja. Trained to serve under their master, and if need be die for her nefarious ends.
Strange days indeed, and more strange sight's are to be found in the street's of New York. From the pollution of strange substances have come strange being's. Mutants. Being's derived from random accident, and strange twist's of fate. Some, maybe created on purpose? None the less. From mob's, to mutant gang's, to strange nefarious ninja. The street's have become deadly, riddled with violence. Life barely being able to go on as normal. With the effort's of the NYPD, as well as military and government support. New York has successfully avoided being a war zone, or being walled off from the rest of the country. Both of which, are still a high possibility. The greatest of threat's, lives in the shadows. The foot clan, and their Master Shredder. As well, as in the hands of fate. Where strange event's both alien and absurd loom around the corner. But as evil loom's in the cover of night, So does this city's only true hero's. Four beings, that lurk in the shadows. And fight the corruption brought about by Gang's, Mutants, and the evil Shredder. But, destined to face what not only threatens the good people of new york, but the world. They may be teenagers. But these hero's have promise. They are mutants, ninja's, but most of all Sister's.
Hello, my name is Jacob. You may call me Gar, Garuss, Jake, or JB. None the less, it is a pleasure to meet you. Before I begin explaining my idea. Allow me to point out. That I have very little requirements in a partner. But what I do require is. 1. I understand what your writing (Grammar is not an issue but, nonsensical writing is. If I dont understand what you mean, then I will ask you to explain. So please dont be insulted when I ask you via PM.) 2. Write in paragraph's, or depending on the situation one paragraph is ok. 3. Are patient. and lastly 4. Are fine with me playing multiple characters, and you yourself also playing multiple characters.
In the second post is my starter, and it can also act as a writing prompt. Two birds with one stone so to speak.^^
I recently came across a drawing of the Ninja Turtles as females. And, then consecutively another. This peeked my interest, and with a bit of research. I also found a series of hentei pictures by the artist Flick. Which inspires me with this unique idea! Who wants do an AU TMNT where characters have their gender's switched? This would require a partner willing to play multiple characters. Not all at the same time of coarse! Though it may be required on occasion. But, at least take on the reign's of different character's as scenes change and progress. The work would be split 50 50, with me running the villians, side characters, and my male protagonist. (Though I would love for you to possibly play a female Shredder.) My male protagonist can be a male version of April, though an oc is preferred. And then with you hopefully running The turtles, Splinter and Casey Jones. (Possibly April, if your willing.) For me however, I can incorporate other kink's by playing alien's, oc Mutants and such. As well as the foot clan. With me more then willing to do you, my partner, Favors. By playing out things such as group, tentacle, possibly NC etc. Just ask and you will receive. ^^
Story wise, I was hoping we can start with my characters first contact with them. Or, we can start it off with him knowing them for some time, that is if you want to skip some character/relationship building. And move straight into creating a story. As well as moving on to the smut sooner. Both routes are fine by me, but I would rather start with the first option. Since character/relationship building is fun for me!
As for the Tone. I would like to mainly capture the gritty tone of the comic books. But, it still keeping a lot of humor, and lively personality we have come to know and love from the cartoons. Sort of a mix between the cartoons and the comics. It has it's funny moments. While the rp stick's with a story that still has a focus on being gritty, realistic and dark. I hope my writing prompt in the beginning, gives an idea.
Personalities: I leave it up to my partners preference. After all, they will be your characters. And it is AU. But, please do keep them recognizably the same. Casey is a hot head from the bronx, Michelangelo is an air head who try's to enjoy life to the fullest, Donatello is a reserved and shy person with the largest IQ. Raphael is a brash, and aggressive hot head with a tendency to jump the gun, go lone wolf, lose his/her cool or get angry (As well as into a berserk rage for the people (S)he loves.) ETC.
Ages: I think it would be best to keep the turtles 18. But, I am not apposed to 17, or 16. Since they normally keep separate ages. Besides, After all it is just fantasy, and story telling. But please keep in mind I generally try not to role play things that are morally and legally wrong. And that is why Rape is a maybe for me. And, even though I enjoy it in story's and some sexual situations, characters of the ages 16 or 17 are also a maybe. Drug use is ok in some scenes, and depends on the context.
Possible Kink's (Besides the more mundane.): Anthropomorphism. Tentacles. Mutants. Aliens. Non Con. Light Blood Play. Breath/choking play. Light bdsm. Femdom. Male dom. Male sub. Multiple M to one F. Multiple F to one M. Group/orgy. ETC (Use your imagination, feel free to request.)
possible Adult themes that may be in this plot include, and are not limited to: Sex, substance abuse, Acts of theft or arson, Death, murder, Blood, Some gore, violence, cursing, Psychological trauma. ETC. These are in terms of plot and story elements, I do not enjoy Death, or gor in a sexualized context. Though, minor blood play is acceptable.
I play GM, to the female characters: Open
I play the female characters for a gm: Open
Chochi's art: Feel Free to see all of his art. He is pretty Good.
Leonardo
Raphael
Michelangelo
Donatello
Master Splinter
Usagi
Casey Jones
Shredder
Random NSFW
Flick's art: NSFW
Alternatively, April instead of being changed into a boy. Can still be a girl, and I can play a OC male character instead.
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The air was silent, and The night began to push late into the twelve o'clock mark. The street's were empty, and one would assume that there is peace and quiet. But in reality, the silence is all to familiar, and just as sinister. Normally, gang's would be using the cover of darkness. But, not many would dare risk it in these parts of new York. Few can go toe to toe with Them, and even then, the stronger gang's know not to mess with Them. They are organized, strong, and in great number. One could barely even call them a gang. If anything, The Foot Clan, is it's own Mob. And all of New York City is it's playground. But more accurately, they are an army. With one leader. A ghost, a women that does not exist. But still drives fear into her foes.
The foot clan has it's fair share of kid's, teen's, punks, delinquents. All just as rowdy, just as loud. But, also their fare share of elite's. Each hand picked to go up in their ranks. From common street thug. To Foot Ninja. Trained to serve under their master, and if need be die for her nefarious ends.
Strange days indeed, and more strange sight's are to be found in the street's of New York. From the pollution of strange substances have come strange being's. Mutants. Being's derived from random accident, and strange twist's of fate. Some, maybe created on purpose? None the less. From mob's, to mutant gang's, to strange nefarious ninja. The street's have become deadly, riddled with violence. Life barely being able to go on as normal. With the effort's of the NYPD, as well as military and government support. New York has successfully avoided being a war zone, or being walled off from the rest of the country. Both of which, are still a high possibility. The greatest of threat's, lives in the shadows. The foot clan, and their Master Shredder. Which leaves one to question, if things would get worse. If, they can get better... Perhaps, fate will gift us with heroes.... The truth, was that it will gift us with sisters.
The foot clan has it's fair share of kid's, teen's, punks, delinquents. All just as rowdy, just as loud. But, also their fare share of elite's. Each hand picked to go up in their ranks. From common street thug. To Foot Ninja. Trained to serve under their master, and if need be die for her nefarious ends.
Strange days indeed, and more strange sight's are to be found in the street's of New York. From the pollution of strange substances have come strange being's. Mutants. Being's derived from random accident, and strange twist's of fate. Some, maybe created on purpose? None the less. From mob's, to mutant gang's, to strange nefarious ninja. The street's have become deadly, riddled with violence. Life barely being able to go on as normal. With the effort's of the NYPD, as well as military and government support. New York has successfully avoided being a war zone, or being walled off from the rest of the country. Both of which, are still a high possibility. The greatest of threat's, lives in the shadows. The foot clan, and their Master Shredder. Which leaves one to question, if things would get worse. If, they can get better... Perhaps, fate will gift us with heroes.... The truth, was that it will gift us with sisters.
On the supposedly empty street, at an end to it's empty road. Sit's the only sign of life for as far as the eye can see. A car. Parked along the side walk. Hiding, inconspicuous, a lone figure inside of whom is lurking. Hiding much like the car he sits in. Slowly, he pull's from his picket a recorder. Pressing the button, and holding it close to his lip's. "The street's are dark, and foreboding. My sources seemed to have been right up until now, but I can not be sure of the legitimacy to my moles statements. This neighborhood is a dead horse, and I am kicking it. No one lives here any more really, and those who do are smart enough to keep quiet. It is obvious I don't have the police support I requested for this stake out. No one witnesses anything, so they say. Nothing happens here as of late. But that is because no one is reporting, out of fear. And, the local precinct seem less afraid and more bribed to me. No matter, I don't need protection. And it seems like to nights.... Going... No where." As he began to stutter with his words, he can see activity. "But, it would seem my sources are right on the money." He quickly stop's the recording. And reaches to his passenger seat. Pulling over his camera, a canon eosd 1000. With a 10.1-megapixel CMOS sensor, an EOS Integrated Cleaning system and Canon-designed Self Cleaning Sensor Unit, plus Dust Delete Data Detection in included software. Suffice to say, it's a beast. And costs about seven hundred new. But, He isn't hear to admire his camera. Jacob, was here to get a story. The Foot clan. Practically ghosts. Sure, it's not to hard to find a roughneck here and there in their ranks, a petty thief here, a kid tagging there. But, These are the real deal. The people that your meant to think don't exist. Jacob had it in mind that they were just really careful enforcers. And these men were just here to protect a rather large shipment of Methamphetamine. But, if the second he had to see that man was any clue, based on his rather oriental attire.... They were way more dangerous, and skilled, then he had bargained.
Jacob soon spring's to life. Quietly closing the door to his Saturn Outlook. He brushes his hand through his jet black hair. He look's both ways as he crosses the street with haste. Prepping his camera, and hanging it's strap around his neck. He lean's his tall, slender frame against the wall, slowly leaning and peering into the alley way. Nothing, but... People don't just vanish. Slowly he clears the corner, and, huddles his body. Lowering his back, and in a crouching movement hides behind the dumpster. His heart beat'as faster, as he can see shadows, two men talking. Inside a hole, most likely the brick wall was busted into some time ago. Before he was there? Surely he would have heard. None the less, they were inside the building. Slowly, he crouch walks to the hole. Now being able to see inside the closed down store more clearly. With a quiet sigh, he is prepared to go into action. Take a few snaps. And run for the car. He peers around and through the hole. Seeing that there were now 15 men inside. Each wearing some strange clothing. Like a uniform. Each was slacked, and lose clothing, a dark blue, some a deep purple. One, whom was spouting orders, wore a deep grey. Perhaps color meant rank? As he can tell, by the prominent symbol on their shoulder's. They were foot clan. A small badge, yellow. Each with a black foot. They were waiting for the shipment. Apparently, they were using the sewers to travel the drugs un seen. Up to this point. Only when they hear a knock, followed by a key phrase would they open the metal hatch. It seemed they had cut their way to the sewers, and topped it off with a security hatch. Just as Jacob began to spin forward, and shoot a few shot's. A feeling came over him. Shooting through his body, and tensing through his muscles. He stops, and waits. Maybe his intuition told him he needs to catch them with the drugs? Or, more accurately. Something life changing was about to happen before his eyes, if he only waits a minute longer.... He lowers his camera, looking into the building. His muscles tensing. To the point where you can swear you see his abs through his jacket. And, sure enough, he will see the beginning, of something more important then his next scoop. And, will be dragged into something, where he may play a bigger role then the truth. Perhaps even directly be a part of something greater then journalism....