Can't go there in real life

[Paulo]

While I'm not new to text rp, I am new to this site, so if i offend anyone, ummm, get over it.
I rp for two reasons: first, to go far beyond where I would go in real life. I have all the real life sex, romance, and D/s I could ever ask for. This isn't for that. Second, I like to use rp to experiment with and develop new character components, so I like detailed and very personal rp.
The only things on my "fuck that" list are kids, animals, and toilet stuff.
I prefer to rp with female characters. I don't care what you are in real life, It's the characters that are involved in the story, not the real people. However, if you're a guy playing a woman, just be sure you're very good at it. If you don't even understand the anatomy, I'll kill the rp.
As noted above, I'm already in a very rewarding D/s relationship, full of bondage and S&M, so my rp goes well beyond what would be safe and sane in rl. Pushing the envelope is, for me, far more rewarding than recreating what I already do. It gives me a chance to explore the characters that become caught up in things most people will never experience.
Here's a few questions I'd like to explore with rp:
What drives a person to murder, or murder/suicide?
How does one person manipulate another to such an extent that they become another person altogether?
Is what we call "evil" something that is inherent in a person? or is it a reaction to forces beyond his/her control?

Obviously I like dark rp. It doesn't have to start out that way, but usually, I'll end up steering it in that direction.
RP can be in open forum or PM. I have no preference. Multiple personae might be required for some storylines.
Message me if you want to take a trip into a disturbing place.

 

[Paulo]

I should probably amend the above post to say that I don't HAVE to do only extreme, dark rp. One of my favorite scenes I ever did was a high school kid trying to figure out how to get a girl he's just met under the bleachers for a makeout session. No dark themes or sex involved. Just give me a story that allows a chance to explore the character and for that character to get inside your character's head.

 

[Paulo]

RE: Can't go there in real life - requested addendum

Ok. I have to apologize for seeming to bump this thread, but I'm new here and it seems I have, again, neglected some information that is commonly included. Several people have asked for, or suggested, that I post a sample of my rp writing. The following is from the last true storyline rp I did a couple of years ago:


I sat in the bus staring at the back of the seat in front of me but not seeing it. No need to look out the window - Mom and Virgil were gone. He’d driven her home just before the bus boarded, just like I’d asked him to. I was worried that she might be crying so hard it would cause her to get into a wreck, so I’d made her ride with me and Virg in his truck, and promise to leave before I got on the bus.

I felt the wet patch on my shirt, right between my neck and the shoulder, where she’d buried her face against it and cried the kind of tears that mothers cry when their love gets too big to hold inside. A few months ago, I would have been embarrassed to have the whole world see me and mom hugging and crying over each other that way. West Texas was not a place where you saw men cry, even when they were saying goodbye to their moms and headed off to boot camp during a war. Now though, I didn’t worry about what the rest of the world thought. A man can’t be worried about the judgment of other people, he has to be worried about judging himself.

Bobby Ray taught me that.

I’d made mom and Virg leave before I got on the bus, so I wouldn’t look out the window and see her standing there, and feel like I’d abandoned her. So we’d left our tears on each other, and held on to the last moment of the world that I knew until finally I’d turned her over to Virg and watched them drive away; his old rust and faded green truck growing smaller and less distinct, until that world finally disappeared forever in the shimmering heat waves rising from a county road.
The air brakes hissed as they released, and the bus began moving. Still I did not look out the window, did not need to see the town and fix it in my mind. I knew every street, building, and sign by heart; had lived here in Crystal Blue all of my eighteen years. I knew it would hurt almost as much as saying goodbye to mom and Virg. Love is like that.

Mira taught me that.

I’d learned a lot of things in the last summer of my old world. I learned about good and evil, fear and courage, love and hate. Things that, in my ignorance, I thought I knew before. Not that I understood them, mind you, just that I knew they were there, inside every one of us, pushing us one way or the other depending on which of those qualities we chose to encourage. I learned about friendship.

Virgil taught me that.

Life had been good in the old world. I didn't know it, never even thought about it, and now, as the bus passed out of town, I felt a powerful sense of loss. Suddenly, I wanted to change my mind, go back home, load the old jon boat into my truck and spend at least one more day fishing with Virgil on West Lake
Too late of course. The door to the new world only works one way.

Crystal Blue taught me that.