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In this lifetime she was known as Abigail, a woman that was from a family with little to no wealth at all. And yet she had been the most happy in her life without her other half, she had been surrounded by love and felt more cherished then in any other life. Her new family was amazing and she felt happy. All that she needed now was the man of her life, the man that she always crossed paths with and whom always was there. There was no lifetime where she did not see him, all she needed was a little patience and luck. Fate always made sure that they met once more and usually they were from the same class, which made it easy for them to meet and start a life again.

That was why she never would have imagined finding her beloved in a place like the one that doomed up before her. Sitting in the carriage that was bringing all the servants to the new estate that they would have to live in, serving the man and woman that would return from their arranged wedding. It was a deal that she never had understood, no one could force love and she knew that little couples were happy. Making cheating something that was bound to happen, since one or the other would always find love in the unexpected places. And yet it returned in every age, her eyes looking at the mansion that showed the riches the families had. A thing that seemed rather unfair to most that sat in the carriage with her.

But to her it was just another life that she tried to live, making the best of it as she got out of the carriage and was told to go and stand in line just as any other servant. Making sure her back was straight as her eyes locked onto the carriage in the distance, one that could only be of the master of the house as it was pulled by 6 Frisian horses. Making sure her stance didn't show weakness, she still had to look good enough to the both of them before she was accepted to work there. Knowing that her eyes would always stay the same color and that the connection with her beloved woud be made once more when they made eye contact once more. She would know when she would see him again.

Lillith only lived when she was on stage, when she was finally accepted for who she was. Where she could be whoever she wanted without having to think about what others thought. She just wanted to be herself but sadly society didn't allow it, they always had remarks about the way she talked, sang and even dressed. If she could, she would always wear her own made clothes in school but the dresscode wouldn't allow it, no according to them it was satanic and it would evoke violence from others. To her that was just bullshit, she could just wear whatever the hell she wanted, couldn't she? At the start she had done just that, ignoring all the people in the hallways that would laugh at her or make remarks, she wore what she wanted and that made her happy. At least that was until the teachers kept giving her detention, making her unable to do her hobby. That hobby that existed of singing and making her own music. Because of those teachers she couldn't meet with her band and sing, and that was what she wanted. Her dream was to become a singer. Not just any singer, but the first well known female vocalist in rock and she was going to do just that. She already had a name for her band, she already had songs and she already knew that she wanted to sing in that genre. She wanted to sing depressing songs like Mozart had done in his own time, she was going to be whoever she wanted and she was going to sing whatever the hell she wished to sing.

Though the truth was very different, in her mind she was strong and confident but once she ventured outside she was quite scared and silent. She didn't dare to speak up because that would only mean that she was going to be laughed at again, just like everyone did even her own parents. She had no one, that was a fact, she only had her music and the bands that she listened to. She actually felt like no one cared about her, that she was all alone. At least that was what she thought until she had started to sing at the local Rock Cafe, it was a pub where people kept asking her back. Now she was singing there every Friday, always at the same hour and it seemed like more and more people seemed to be coming to look for her. In the Cafe it wasn't allowed to write, record or photograph things, just to protect the artists their work form being stolen. She actually appreciated that and she kept going back there because she was actually earning money with her hobby. A small part of her dream had actually come true.

Today was yet another day, or at leas that was what everyone thought. She was supposed to go to a rockband of her favorite artist but the rock cafe needed her, they needed her to take over from a girl that was sick. She had tried to say no but they offered her to get a job there, a job that was much needed since she always had to take care of herself. Her parents had kicked her out, they had told her that she was old enough to take care of herself and they didn't want her to stay under their roof while practicing her music. Which made it very hard for her to combine her hobby with a job and her studies. But she had managed so far, she just needed to be strong and then everything would be all right. Even when she was now working at the local cafe, not far from the concert that she had missed. To her it was awful but that was the way life was, it wasn't fair and you just needed to be strong and move on.

It was a long day and when the clock finally struck 11 pm she smiled widely and got from behind the bar, making her way to the stage as she looked at the band that she always played with. It wasn't her own band but they practiced enough so they knew what she wanted, they always knew what they wanted to make the song sound like. They knew how to make her voice sound amazing, giving her wings while she was on the stage. She actually had put on some black corset dress, one that would actually suit her. One that she had made herself. She was glad to bring her new song and she hoped that one day someone would find that she had the voice, even when so many producers had actually turned her down because she didn't want to play with men.

Killian Grey, that was the man that traveled a lot, mostly to sell his purebred horses. All of them were what he had called Frisian horses, he had started with a dozen horses that he had bought from a dutch man, who was desperate for money. He had tried breeding Arabian ones, but those horses didn't have the robust look that he was looking for, it had taken him years to get the Frisians perfect, so all foals were completely black. All of them having a strong body and a beautiful walk, long mane and an endurance that was rarely found in horses.

Todoy he had over a hundred horses, paying trainers and stable boys to run his ranch, he had done it all himself at first, but soon he could no longer handle it. But he wasn't the man to take servants or slaves if they didn't get a good pay. That was just something he did so they all wanted to work for the good reasons. He just hoped that the family that he was visiting would be the same. He had been traveling for more then 5 weeks to get at the house that had ordered 8 horses.

Those horses were all tied behind a beautiful black carriage that was pulled by 6 of his older mares. They all were strong, with curled necks and their fur was shining almost blue as they stood in the sunlight. He just wanted to enjoy the good weather that was there while he could. His eyes on the horses who where breathing heavily, turning towards a voice that was so gentle that he couldn't help but smile.

Instantly he noticed the rags that he was in, so he couldn't stand to be cruel, and yet he noticed how beautiful she was. Her red hair glimmering almost like cupper in the sunlight. Her bright blue eyes shining, even when he believed that she had a miserable life. He just stared at those eyes for a moment, hearing the wind moving through the leaves and the horses moving to stand in their resting stance.

He then decided to be kind as he smiled at her "Can you please tell the man of the house that Killian Grey has arrived with his delivery? Though first I would like to give my horses some feed and water. Do you know where I can find that? And I would also love to know the name of the stunning woman before me." he said as he always had been the charmer, he was confident and he wasn't afraid to speak his mind. Hoping that she would understand that he didn't any other servant.

Belle needed more herbs for her shop, the one that she always had used to heal people of her town. Knowing more then anything that going outside during a full moon wasn't the smartest idea. She always had loved the mystery that the night held though, the way the silver moonlight would reflect on all the surfaces and the tranquil feeling that came with it as she rode her horse outside. Granted, her horse always had been one to be skittish, bolting when something spooked him, but he was her only friend. She had saved him from a bad family when she was younger, the horse in terrible shape as the owners had seen the two blue eyes as a bad sign. And yet that was what had drawn her in, learning it to ride but never being able to rid the horse of its fear.

It had seemed like a peaceful night as she had set out into those woods that she usually visited during the day. A smile forming on her lips as the horse moved fast and swiftly through the muddied paths.

Yet the weather has turned for the worse and a huge lighting strike had shook her to the core, yet again her horse had bolted and the only thing she could do was to remain seated. Trying to remember where her horse was going as the weather only got worse, usually her horse bolted right back to her home, but this time it ran deeper and deeper into the dark woods. The one that the people of her town called the enchanted forest. And yet it was the place everyone feared because a monster resided there.

She knew the story about a castle, a castle where a beast was held who had slayed the town when he had gone on a rampage. And yet it always had intrigued her, her mother always telling her that the beast could be freed if he changed. It all seemed so silly when she thought about it all, and yet she could not deny that she had frightening powers of her own. Powers she had to control on her own as she had lost her mother in a fire. Now it was just her and her father, a father who called her Belle instead of the name Elisabeth. That was because he couldn't stand to say her full name, her mother had given it to her and to him it was still painful.

She was holding on with her legs, seeing a shimmering veil that seemed stretch all over the forest that she was in. Wanting to stop her horse as she recognised it as a shield of magic.

Her horse didn't even seem to notice het as it bolted through, throwing her off its back as her horse stopped. The irons on its feet clattering as her horse moved into a building that she assumed to be stables. Slowly moving on her feet as she noticed an old as sind withering castle. It took her breath away and at the same time everything told her to turn back.

Slowly she moved towards the stables, seeing how her horse had take an refuge into one of the stables and she decided it would be best to leave it there, by the time she would be back she would be soaked to the bone. Even now her coat no longer held back the rain as she closed the stable. Using her magic to secure that spot and to keep her horse from getting wet. "Eowin. ..you be a good girl and stay. I'll see if there is someone inside to show me the way back." She told the frightened animal as she moved back into the downpour.

Making her way towards the great doors as she looked around and spotted a huge fountain with a lion, it was sad to see it all withered ands her hope to see a single soul started to fade.

Her hands pushed against the great doors but it was to no avail. Her mind searching her power as she opened the doors and then lit the candles in the castle. Everywhere she could see were cobwebs, her eyes scanning the castle as her nose picked up the smell of food.

Her nose following it all as she hoped to find a person where the food was. But instead she found an empty table filled with food.

Her hands finding a chipped cup as she smiled and put it back down. It all seemed tranquil for some reason as her stomach showed that she was hungry. "Hello?" She asked into the empty space, her force echoing around her as she grabbed an apple and bit into it. Her back turned towards the doors as she chewed, wondering where the person was who had set the table.

A celebrity male or female is trying to hide from his/her life in the spotlight. For some reason, stalker/being bored/being bored of it all and wants to be normal again. He/she has changed the appearance and he/she is actually moving to some town. For the female celebrity I was thinking that she could go back to the town that she grew up in, always using an alias and having her mother making her do things. She goes there to forget about it all, running from her mother and meeting her old crush again. We could also have it that the girls is just a fan of the celebrity and that she happens to be with him on the plane, not believing that he would actually take the plane and telling the celebrity that her mother is making her do thing, that her mother wants her to be famous but that she just wants to sing. Well, it can be any story you can think of with me. As long as it has some huge drama.

I had this idea for a rp that came to me by listening to the song concrete angel by Martina McBride, it about a girl that is abused and then the idea came to me.

A man used to date a woman and the woman was pregnant, she never wanted the child and left the child beaten and bruised on the street. A few hours pass and my 18 year old girl finds the little girl and takes her to the hospital, no-one come looking for the little girl and she tries to gain the trust of that child. Slowly he 3 year old grows close with my girl and eventually she adopts the child and when the child turns 5 she starts looking for the parents. She just wants to know who they are and eventually she gets a lead on where the father off the child lives.

But then they found out that the real mother off the child filled in a false report and the father thinks the child is either missing, kidnapped or killed.

What I wanted is that the girl finds the child his grandparents and that she grows close to the family and the father off the child while they deal with the mother who pretends to love the child but the child is terrified off the mother.

The world has changed, vampires have take over the world and they are slowly taking humans from their homes. Taking them so they become a blood and body slave, so the humans will crave the bite of a vampire which is a very powerful drug. Humans will start to love the venom of a vampire and eventually they will do anything. Two vampires where one of them is a sire have taken yet another flock of humans, putting them in cages before their training. But what happens when the sire takes a liking to one of the slaves? Well he marks her as his own but the girl doesn't want anything to do with him, she hates the vampire ever since they took control.

What happens when the newblood vampire finds his fiance in the cages?

Well this is just the basic idea and i'm open to changes.

And for vampires i was thinking more like true blood/underworld vampires.

Like this man and woman are what they know as immortal souls. Souls that never leave the earth and once they found each other they always wake nd get born together. But in 1823 something happens and the girl wakes up without him, she looks for him for ages and the moment that she gives up looking for her soulmate and then ot is when she spots him looking exactly the same as 200 years ago and he doesn't remember her.

Vincent and Hannah have been best friends since they were twelve, always doing things together. Studying together and even living in the same dorm as students. Though Vincent went to the army and became a soldier as Hannah always supported him. Hannah always loved him and decided to tell him before he went to the army but then he found a girl. They now are in their late twenties and he is a soldier who is engaged to another woman and Hannah always has been supportive of him. She even started a life with a an but lately he became extremely controlling and hits her when she dares to dress in anything else then hoodies and baggy jeans when he isn't there. She has to do the home perfectly, but she keeps the smile on her face. Hiding what her boyfriend does as much as possible, the man also never approves of her friendship with Vincent. But then something happens to Vincent on duty, like he became limp and is unable to stay a soldier, making him go home early and making him find his girlfriend with another woman, she was cheating on him for ages and so he goes to Hannah who actually is home alone then.

The world is normal, at least that is what it looks like to human beings. But there is a secret world of vampire and werewolves that are fighting underground. though they try to stay clear of each other. So my idea is that either a vampire or werewolf actually smells a human and decides that he/she wants the human to be his. Kidnapping the human for unknown purposes.

All over the country, humans are invited to a party that is very exclusive. A party that is actually a secretgathering of vampires who search for a human to keep. They pick one human and keep them with them as a companion to be drinking of. There is only one major Rule, you can't fall in love with the human.

BASED ON A Movie on facebook I don't own the story the movie is on this page.
All right, the idea is that the world is different. Gay couples and marriage is normal, at least in the world it is. It is in the bible even for this story. The only way to get children is for a so called breeder program, where a man lies with a woman for reproduction only. That is how the world works, lately it is like in our world but instead it is with straight people who are being bullied and just have gotten the chance to get married. But they are not accepted, just like some gay and bisexual or transgenders aren't accepted in this world. Some people think it is wrong.
So the story would be about my girl being in high school or college who falls for her best male friend.

This is an Idea that just came to me, it's about a girl who has been best friends with a certain girl for ages. And that friend has an older brother that went way to the army or something. But something happened there and his gf dumped him after a relationship of 8 years. My girl would be around 14 when she first had seen him and back then he loved to drink, and he had been 17, they kissed one time. Him telling her she was gorgeous but that it wasn't meant to be. But the next day he didn't even remember that he kissed her. The next time she was 18 and he was 21 and yet again he was drunk and he took her virginity. She didn't mind but then he forgot it again. Now it is years later and he returns, vowing to never touch alcohol again, at least until his gf dumps him after 8 years. She is now 25 and changed her looks quite a bit and he is interested in her but she is distant because of what happened in the past.
That is the main idea that I have for it. Changes are always welcome

Katnissa and Peeta their lives have been almost perfect in the new world. And yet they are having difficulties, that while Katniss is newly pregnant with their third child. Her daughter on the other hand is the spitting image of herself and the son being the spitting image of Peeta. But the relationship of the both of them isn't perfect, having more and more arguments because Katniss still has those nightmares. Because Katniss still misses her best friend Gale after his betrayal. Why is that she wonders about him? Why is it that she always thinks back about their time together? And why is she seeing things? Seeing things as Peeta staying away longer then before? Is he betraying her?

Instead of Peeta, Gale is pulled from the bowl

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/79249-strangeland-legends-never-die/ic#post-2581715

Feeling revitalized from his short duel with the dozen-ish mages of medium power, he debated whether or not traveling by foot, mist, or flight. By foot, he would stay undetected longer but make the slowest time, and using two feet was something he always sort of looked down upon. The mist depends far too heavily on the wind- but then again, the wind was picking up with his storm, and he could use that to travel. Herm- he hadn't thought of that before.

Lastly, he could leap his way towards the nearest city in his most powerful, natural form, but hunters of not-so-friendly Legends might see him and take the opportunity. He suspected the shards of his heart, mind, and soul would be quite valuable for jewelry or as a trophy.

As he just decided on mist form, he detected something- a hint of magic, behind him. He turned in time to see a cloaked figure step out from the shadows of several trees, and release an arrow.

Arrows don't bother him- they only 'hurt' in his mortal form, and even then, they are easily shrugged off and discarded. But this arrow was very much different- magic swirled around it. He felt his spellwork reach other to it, draining the arrow so quickly and so peacefully that the arrow didn't even waver in its flight. The impact of the arrow, however, was more than he expected.

The shaft was as long as his arm- so it was likely from a longbow, a bit one. He stumbled to the side as it impact the side of his chest, probably just outside a mortal's heart. Him? His mist form began leaking from it, pretending to be a sort of legendary blood. The more that leaked out- quite slowly, it did- the more it appeared he was weakening. Indeed, three more arrows hit him in quick succession, faster than Zaelios believed possible. And yet, he still did not fall. Instead, his hands reached out and grabbed etheral swords, glowing and swimming with purple and blue energy and light.

With swords in both hands, he rushed to the enemy bowman's position- he could save his other form for later. Six more arrows hit him before he managed to reach him- or her, based on the length of the hair as they turned to run- and he simply threw his sword as the lithe archer turned tail. The sword changed to a knife before it left his hand, and the archer wasn't looking to see what came at her. A thud, a gasp at the icy coldness of the magical weapon, and then she fell.

Zaelios, meanwhile, looked at the arrows sticking out of his chest, aggravated. One had even pierced his helmet, sticking through where his right eye should have been. Oddly, it hurt, though not nearly as much as a human might feel- a human would be dead. He reached up with one of his gauntleted fists, and yanked it out, staring curiously at the steel broadhead, which once held magic. It was covered with blood- but it was clean when it hit him. What had happened to him?

The archer moved weakly as he pulled out the rest of the arrows, laying them in a neat pile next to the archer. He felt himself, feeling the multiple holes where his armor was pierced, and slowly covering itself back up, repairing itself. He tried to consciously repair it, as he had been able to before, and instead, the armor fell away, like he had simply taken it off. It dissipated into his mist, coating the ground around him, as he looked down at a human body.

Sure, the right eye was bloody, and he could see the blood dripping from it, but it didn't hurt much. His chest was covered by a light green tunic, hiding a muscled chest, and he was wearing brown cloth pants. Odd, indeed, since he had never had a human form. Did the mages use a sacrifice? Perhaps they had to use one of their own to give him his life back. Did they bring him back? It looked like it. He raised his rough, weathered hands, and stared at the back of them for a moment, then flipped them over to see the palm. And on both palms, there was a blood-red marking of a wingless drake, arcing from his thumb to his pinkie, with little bolts of red lightning shooting down the inside of his fingers.

And suddenly he felt a bolt of guilt shoot through him. He stared past his hands at the elf, staring up at him with fearful, confused eyes, and the ethereal dagger in her back disappeared. Tears ran silently, as he bent down and started helping her- despite his wounds very slowly closing themselves up, leaving bloody, ragged holes in his tunic.