So I have a few ideas I'm wanting to try out but I'm also open to new ideas as well. I will do romance and some mature content as long as it's not the only focus of the role play. Some of my posts can be intimidating to people but trust me I'm here for fun not for you to be forced to write more than you can. i find even short posts can have debt when you have something going on.
I mostly focus on fantasy. Not a fan of fandom I like being original. Some of my ideas run into taboo events, I'll mention it though. I usually can post a lot, I'm patient but I do like frequent posters as well. I'll do both though, be honest I'm an addict.
I mostly focus on fantasy. Not a fan of fandom I like being original. Some of my ideas run into taboo events, I'll mention it though. I usually can post a lot, I'm patient but I do like frequent posters as well. I'll do both though, be honest I'm an addict.
this one is full of taboos though so you might not like it. But it's a two sided one where you get to see the bad guys and the good guys grow into what they are. We would do a bit of a background on both brother sister combos. All four of them are royalty. On the evil side, there is the older brother and a younger sister(Alaera - I have dibs on her haha). The brother is a dark prince - he hasn't inherited the family magic but has his own "magical" abilities that help him in melee combat. He leads his fathers army to a great deal of victories and will one day become king. The younger sister is about 12 - 4 years younger than her brother. One her 12th birthday she inherits the family magic of becoming a blood mage. The brother and sister are extremely close already and this will only make them closer. By the age of 14 she will be sent to wed the good prince.
On the good side there is an older sister. Rumored to have healing magic but she has never admitted to it. Their kingdom is a little less forgiving to those with magic. There's already only a few that can use it and they are carefully kept track of. Naturally though they fear what a war between the other kingdom and their own could bring. She is protective of her younger brother. She is 17 and happily engaged to wed a sweet prince of a northern country. Her brother is 15 at the start of the story and will be 17 by the time alaera is sent. (these ages of course all considered adult in the time) He's a skilled swordsman but has no magic. His magic is from the enchantments his sister gives him in secret to protect him in battle. (For this one you can't be afraid of taboo events but I promise you the story will be good)
On the good side there is an older sister. Rumored to have healing magic but she has never admitted to it. Their kingdom is a little less forgiving to those with magic. There's already only a few that can use it and they are carefully kept track of. Naturally though they fear what a war between the other kingdom and their own could bring. She is protective of her younger brother. She is 17 and happily engaged to wed a sweet prince of a northern country. Her brother is 15 at the start of the story and will be 17 by the time alaera is sent. (these ages of course all considered adult in the time) He's a skilled swordsman but has no magic. His magic is from the enchantments his sister gives him in secret to protect him in battle. (For this one you can't be afraid of taboo events but I promise you the story will be good)
The next story is another 2 group one but they're all on the same side. There is king and church for this one. The church has long served the people and the king. In the church there is what I'm calling Punishers and protectors. Punishers are like priests of the church and pass down judgement and punishment for peoples sins from a simple slap on the wrist all the way to execution. As of late execution has been becoming more common place. The protectors are the "templars" of the church. They protect the punishers and are forgiven for their sins when serving for their punishers. The story follows a Protector and Punisher as they take on new apprentices. My two would be this group and I would need an apprentice for the protector and also another male character that will encourage this young protectors feelings to actually come out. The protectors name is Jaxon and he has a falling from church because he learns that he is not a man that wishes to bed women but men instead - a great sin according to the church and one punishable by death. It will follow his struggle with this as well, along with his background as a warrior and the changes that must happen to rid the church and country of all of it's corruption.
I have a female character that I've been roleplaying for a long time. now this isn't medievil but high fantasy as well. (She's a 21 year old character she can drink now! lol ) Her story is she's an immortal demon/angel that has uncovered a greater magic to protect the planet from a race I call Leric. These creatures exist from being killed by leaders of the past and they have been reborn, their souls filled with such hatred and work to grow themselves and destroy the living on the planet. They work much like a wasp hive - they have a collective mind and the ability to adapt (kinda like borg). Anyways, my thought is to finally let her fall in love with a really well written character. He can be anything if you're up for this one.
This one is a new idea. I was thinking of an rp of a man that has been given the responsibility of protecting people from an army capable of traveling through time to different time zones. He is one of the few good guys that can travel through time without getting a sort of time "whiplash" effect that basically rips people apart form the inside out. He's a magical being of sorts and has now settled into a medieval time where he needs to raise an army to face them. But also falls for a well off daughter of a farmer. Who has planned to wed her to the lord of the lands they live on for protection and freedom of taxes. Whom he falls in love with and she returns the love. The story would start with his arrival though.
Yay another idea. The best way to describe this one is as a romance between a goddess and a human boy with incredible powers. The setting it a sort of greek fantasy world when the gods were being worshiped. But also a mix of Atlantis being pushed into the story as well. To give you a vibe this one actually gets the first post:
Kiami watched as a group of teenaged boys laughed as they tormented a slightly shorter boy. They tossed between the three of them a leather bound book as the young boy stood in the middle a clearly angry look on his face. She pushed her long golden hair off her shoulders, as she went into a full stride. Her long lashes fell over golden eyes, her mind calculating the outcome and the risk involved in interacting with these boys. They were laughing at the boy, a cruel laughter as they played what many saw as a game of keep away. Human nature they say.
Her painted gold lips twisted into a smirk as she looked at them. Her white and black dress exposed her sun kissed shoulders. “Enough!” She snapped, her voice carried a tone that demanded to be listened to. One of the boys dropped the book, the boy in the middle moving quickly to catch it before it hit the ground. He looked furious having been stuck in the middle of this so called game for so long. They all turned and looked at her though.
She paused only a few feet away from her but as they looked at her they got wicked little looks on their faces. “What are you going to do about it?” One sneered at her. Kiamia’s eyes darted towards the one brave enough to speak to her. She tilted her head like a bird would when it was curious about something. But the boy was unprepared for what happened next. She ran at him and grabbed his jacket collar, putting him on the ground with ease. His head hit the ground with a crack. Then with a lunge she punched another, leaving his face a bloody mess.
“What the hell!” The other shouted at her but backed away as she shifted her gaze to him. She shifted her stance, her legs moving back together and she licked the blood off her knuckles. Then stepped forward like she was about to go after the last one and he took off.
Meanwhile the boy they had been picking on watched her with interest. She hadn’t given him any reason to fear her, he didn’t fear her just like he didn’t fear the other three boys. As they all scampered away she relaxed and looked at the boy.
She didn’t look much older than him, she was only slightly taller but they both had plenty of growing to do. She reached out a hand, each nail was painted gold as well. “I am Kiami.” She spoke softly now, her voice rich and what one could call an addicting sound to hear. “You are?” As she looked at him, she radiated with warmth, like an angel would. Though little did the boy know that we was now laying his eyes on a goddess, the future goddess of war, disguised as a mortal being of good upbringing.
Kiami watched as a group of teenaged boys laughed as they tormented a slightly shorter boy. They tossed between the three of them a leather bound book as the young boy stood in the middle a clearly angry look on his face. She pushed her long golden hair off her shoulders, as she went into a full stride. Her long lashes fell over golden eyes, her mind calculating the outcome and the risk involved in interacting with these boys. They were laughing at the boy, a cruel laughter as they played what many saw as a game of keep away. Human nature they say.
Her painted gold lips twisted into a smirk as she looked at them. Her white and black dress exposed her sun kissed shoulders. “Enough!” She snapped, her voice carried a tone that demanded to be listened to. One of the boys dropped the book, the boy in the middle moving quickly to catch it before it hit the ground. He looked furious having been stuck in the middle of this so called game for so long. They all turned and looked at her though.
She paused only a few feet away from her but as they looked at her they got wicked little looks on their faces. “What are you going to do about it?” One sneered at her. Kiamia’s eyes darted towards the one brave enough to speak to her. She tilted her head like a bird would when it was curious about something. But the boy was unprepared for what happened next. She ran at him and grabbed his jacket collar, putting him on the ground with ease. His head hit the ground with a crack. Then with a lunge she punched another, leaving his face a bloody mess.
“What the hell!” The other shouted at her but backed away as she shifted her gaze to him. She shifted her stance, her legs moving back together and she licked the blood off her knuckles. Then stepped forward like she was about to go after the last one and he took off.
Meanwhile the boy they had been picking on watched her with interest. She hadn’t given him any reason to fear her, he didn’t fear her just like he didn’t fear the other three boys. As they all scampered away she relaxed and looked at the boy.
She didn’t look much older than him, she was only slightly taller but they both had plenty of growing to do. She reached out a hand, each nail was painted gold as well. “I am Kiami.” She spoke softly now, her voice rich and what one could call an addicting sound to hear. “You are?” As she looked at him, she radiated with warmth, like an angel would. Though little did the boy know that we was now laying his eyes on a goddess, the future goddess of war, disguised as a mortal being of good upbringing.