No vanishing. I swear, if you do this to me you'll be dragged to the corner of shame better known as the ignore list, by my pet dragon Fluffy the Devourer and will never come out of it again. People dropped out of me too freaking much already and honestly and I'm tired of it now. Just let me know if you need some more time, but if you are already too busy to start a new rp, don't.
-I'm searching for someone who can play the male role for this rp. Even if I can play males as well, that's not what I had planned for this rp.
-This RP is going to be dark themed. It will include themes such as physical abuse (either in the violent or sexual way, or both, depending on what we agree on), isolation and more serious themes. If you can't handle such themes and blood, but are looking for a cute smoochy rp, don't pm me.
-Mauture scenes will likely occur, both in violent and sexual themes.
-Let me know your limits to maturity and I'll let you know about mine, so we can keep them in mind. Also if there are things you're wanting to try, just say it.
-I try to type up at least one paragraph, preferably two a post. Please try to get at the same post length.
-My character is mine to control, not yours. It seriously annoys me when people include what my character does in a post not written by me just becuase that fits for them. I don't mean you can't describe a part of what happened to my character before, but you're no freaking psychic. Even if my character starts tapdancing on the edge of the grand canyon while standing on a balance ball, it would make sense if my character would fall into the grand canyon, but in the end, I rp the character, and therefor it's up to me what happens to her, so you don't just assume she's going to fall and inlcude it in your post, because hell, for as far as you know I'll make my character do a backflip, kick your character in the face and then let her ride off to the horizon, riding a shark on dry land while shooting down aliens with a laser that shoots gummibears.
-If you read the point above, you likely noticed that I can be pretty random. If you can't stand that, stay very far away from me. However, the RP will not be as random, but OOc conversations with me have a possibility of including ramdonness.
-Try to post at least once a day.
-To show you've read everything, send me a pm instead of reypling here, with the title being the title I made up, and let me know the name of my pet dragon and what happens to you when you vanish.
-Use proper grammar and spelling. I know english might not be your native tongue and it's not mine neither, but at least make sure I can understand what you're writing.
-I'm not going to a MXM or FXF. This is supposed to be a MXF, and that's what it will be.
She is one of the most gorgeous woman in town, already caught the attention of many men, but they never get her interest. She has that one specific man in mind, has been waiting for him all her life, and still does so.
One day, she becomes sick and tired of jut sitting around and waiting, and she leaves her hometown, going on a trip to find the man she's dreaming of. Despite the warnings of many, she takes the dangerous path, feeling as if that is the path she should take. She soon realises that she couldn't have made a worse decision in all her life. A long moment passes dring which she is unconscious, and when she wakes, she's no longer outside. She's in someone's house, a house that's unknown to her. She notices her body is know wounded and her clothes are damaged. When she dares to look around for anyone else in the house, she meets a creatures right out of her nightmares. It was a beast like creature, and could only barely be called human.
It doesn't take her long before she faces the truth: She is stuck with the beast, and she will be for the rest of her life. Soon she realises that he is also very agressive, violent, careless, short tempered, coldhearted, hateful and much more.
As she endures the time she's forced to spend with him, too scared to complain about a single thing he does to her and even more scared of the consequences of running away, she slowly but surely starts to discover that behind all that there is to see about the man, there is a true, hidden beauty inside of this creature. On the inside hides the man she has been dreaming of all her life.
Hoping her growing feelings of affection towards him will be answered, she keeps enduring all he puts her through. But will she gain his love before his way of treating her becomes too worse?
This is ridicolously important. This isn't going to be a Disney-ish Beauty and the Beast, this is going to be dark, mature and violent. I repeat, NO DISNEY STUFF. Let me make this clear by showing how Disney imagines being locked up with a beast like man, and how I picture it:
Disney's point of view:
Belle, who still had a skin as smooth and unharmed as ever, smiled as the talking furniture moved around her, filling a warm, nice cup of tea for her before they all happily sing a song together. Then, all of a sudden the sweet and totally not affraid woman finds a rose, but not just any kind of rose, a magical one. The Beast soon starts to be more friendly to her, and all of a sudden everyone bursts into signing, because the best thing to do when you're locked in a house with a violent Beast man with talking furniture and magical roses is singing. Not very much later some dude tries to kill the Beast, but instead of dying, he becomes a handsome man and marries her. Lucky Belle!
Now I'm sure I didn't describe everything perfectly, because it's been ages since I've seen that movie, and yes, I do think this is one of Disney's lesser logic material, though I can appreciate a good movie from them. Anyway, let's move over to my point of view now.
FaithfulMuse's point of view:
Her eyes shifted around in the room, making sure everything was still the same and that she was still safe, or at least for the moment. An old, damaged chair, a weak light coming from a small burning candle on the worn nightstand, a damaged bed, even more damaged furniture and herself, a beat up woman with many wounds that would certainly result into scars later on, worn off clothes that he had damaged upon slashing her with his claws, a thin figure and black rings under her eyes that were a great signal from her lack of sleep.
Yes, everything was still the same. He wasn't there, and for the moment she would be safe, and she wished with her enitre heart this moment would last the entire night long. Still, just knowing he wasn't there with her, didn't seem to calm her down much. The never ending, always repeating, rhytmical sound of the ticking clock on the wall in the otherwise soundless room wasn't just getting on her nerves, it was making her feel less sane than she already did in this place where she was. The ticking sound, oh that terrible sound.... It just kept going on and on, never giving her a moment of silence, keeping her awake every night and day, and also counting the seconds she had left for her every time he was coming for her. That terrible, ticking sound....
Another sound joined the ticking of the clock, a sound she had started to relate with fear, pain and misery. It was a tiny sound outside of the room she always recognised and wished to never hear again. Claws.
Clicking claws on the wooden floor of the house, announcing his presence to her, letting her know that he was close. It was the sound of fear to her.
The two noises joined each other, turning themselves into a symphony of agony that haunted her.
As her heart raced in her chest and she looked around with bewildered eyes once again, the terrified woman started to wait for the inevitable to happen, counting along with the clock as the terrible sounds continued their symphony.
Tic...Click.. One. Toc...Click.. That was two. Tic...Click... Three. Toc...Click... Four. Tic...Click.. Five.
At the count of five, the door of the room was slammed open, and he stared down at her.