maid /mād/ noun, a female domestic servant.
There are many ways to serve someone and service never means the same thing to two people. Servitude is a fickle matter that is measured in different degrees. To some servitude means going to a nine to five. Others find a deeper emotional resonance with the word "servant." A mother might see herself as a servant to her children's whims - sacrificing parts of herself for their well-being; however, one can go a level deeper. Some will slay others in service to another.
Servitude.Sacrifice.Slay
These three words are the motto of Her Majesty's Assault/Intelligence Division (M.A/I.D). A bloodline of maids dating back to before Christ walked the Earth. Always loyal and always deadly. However, they have not always went by the acronym M.A/I.D and have a much darker origin. Regardless of their genesis, it is evident that they have drifted throughout the shadows of history always acting in service to several influential figures. Not once were they asked to question why they served, nor did they care to. Service was all they knew. Typically, new maid candidates would be plucked from desperate situations. Need money? Sell us your daughter. Orphan? Come with us. Homeless? It's okay, we have somewhere warm you can stay.
The triple-s motto of M.A/I.D defines the three facets of their day to day existence. Servitude the majority of a member of M.A/I.D's activities. Whatever influential figure the Shadow Queen deemed worthy of M.A/I.D is subject to having most of their daily needs attended to. These include: cooking, cleaning, shopping, security, and other miscellaneous chores. Additionally, if push comes to shove, a member of M.A/I.D is expected to sacrifice them-self for their masters continued existence. Yet, sacrifice can take many forms. A M.A/I.D is expected to sacrifice both body and mind. Whether it be jumping in front of a bullet or losing ones humanity - sacrifice is sacrifice. Finally, and what really makes a member of M.A/I.D separate from their non-acronymed counterpart is the act of slaying. Prior to being dubbed as M.A/I.D during the second world-war, members focused on more deceptive forms of slaughter. Poison, traps, daggers in the back, psychological warfare, and all manners of low-handed dirty methods. A new form of warfare and a changing world spurred M.A/I.D to adopt more active roles in combat. In-addition to the methods of old, now members of M.A/I.D are expected to be proficient marksmen and martial artists.
How might these combative-maids be used? Historically, they have been used to kill rivals of influential figures in underhanded and quiet methods. Now-days, depending on who they are in service to, they have become a mysterious force of active-enforcers. Local rebellions, drug operations, terrorists, opposing political parties, and even more have become subject to the wrath of M.A/I.D. Despite their effectiveness, M.A/I.D will not last without change.
Slowly and gently M.A/I.D has begun to fall apart. Competent, loyal, and capable candidates were becoming increasingly more challenging to find. Even with the authority of kings, queens, presidents, dictator, or tsar candidates were simply not what they use to be. The new world of this "Information-Age" values ones individuality over infallible service. How can you ask someone to give up their own aspirations and dreams? Simple, you don't give them a choice.
You have lived your entire life unaware of your origins. You were placed into a false home with a false family. You had a normal childhood. You are normal. But what was inside you altered everything. In an effort to preserve M.A/I.D, vat-grown girls were placed into families loyal to the Shadow-Queen. These girls were given normal childhoods, but they did not know that the learning institution they were sent to at the age of sixteen would be a one-way trip.
Maidsong Girls Academy
On your first day, you were injected with a "vaccine." From that day forward, despite your individuality, you would live and die as a maid. This injection contained an unknown chemical that generated a psychic bond between you and other vat-grown girls with this specific injection. A forced sisterhood and an infallible service. From that day on you learned everything from how to pour tea to how one can calculate the drop of a bullet over a prolonged distance. It all seemed so... natural? All of this strange education seemed right - as if you had done before. You are part of team-six who are nearing the end of their apprenticeship. A final test awaits, but something has gone terribly wrong. Those drugs come with a particular side-effect.
You begin to see something unseen lurking beneath the Earth's service.
Something dark...
Something terrible...
The Shadow Queen, with this knowledge, has initiated a new decree.
Our Service To Humanity
Team six are the most promising of the maid-candidates. Proficient in both service and combat. Rather than being assigned to one of the Earths many leaders, the Shadow Queen has decreed they become her personal maids in reaction to the unspeakable darkness brewing beneath the Earths surface. You are now on your way to meet with your new master to fulfill her decree: "Our service to humanity."
What is beneath the surface? What dark horror awaits? Why are we seeing these things? What is the origin of M.A/I.D?
You might have these questions. Maybe you will get answers. Never forget that service comes first.
S.S.S
Below is part of a lore doc that I will be creating if there is enough interest. I currently have enough material to make a decent lore page but I need to convert it to a google doc due to this forum lacking a lore section. You can take a look at this bit of lore to get a better feeling for what kind of RP this will be.
There are many ways to serve someone and service never means the same thing to two people. Servitude is a fickle matter that is measured in different degrees. To some servitude means going to a nine to five. Others find a deeper emotional resonance with the word "servant." A mother might see herself as a servant to her children's whims - sacrificing parts of herself for their well-being; however, one can go a level deeper. Some will slay others in service to another.
Servitude.Sacrifice.Slay
These three words are the motto of Her Majesty's Assault/Intelligence Division (M.A/I.D). A bloodline of maids dating back to before Christ walked the Earth. Always loyal and always deadly. However, they have not always went by the acronym M.A/I.D and have a much darker origin. Regardless of their genesis, it is evident that they have drifted throughout the shadows of history always acting in service to several influential figures. Not once were they asked to question why they served, nor did they care to. Service was all they knew. Typically, new maid candidates would be plucked from desperate situations. Need money? Sell us your daughter. Orphan? Come with us. Homeless? It's okay, we have somewhere warm you can stay.
The triple-s motto of M.A/I.D defines the three facets of their day to day existence. Servitude the majority of a member of M.A/I.D's activities. Whatever influential figure the Shadow Queen deemed worthy of M.A/I.D is subject to having most of their daily needs attended to. These include: cooking, cleaning, shopping, security, and other miscellaneous chores. Additionally, if push comes to shove, a member of M.A/I.D is expected to sacrifice them-self for their masters continued existence. Yet, sacrifice can take many forms. A M.A/I.D is expected to sacrifice both body and mind. Whether it be jumping in front of a bullet or losing ones humanity - sacrifice is sacrifice. Finally, and what really makes a member of M.A/I.D separate from their non-acronymed counterpart is the act of slaying. Prior to being dubbed as M.A/I.D during the second world-war, members focused on more deceptive forms of slaughter. Poison, traps, daggers in the back, psychological warfare, and all manners of low-handed dirty methods. A new form of warfare and a changing world spurred M.A/I.D to adopt more active roles in combat. In-addition to the methods of old, now members of M.A/I.D are expected to be proficient marksmen and martial artists.
How might these combative-maids be used? Historically, they have been used to kill rivals of influential figures in underhanded and quiet methods. Now-days, depending on who they are in service to, they have become a mysterious force of active-enforcers. Local rebellions, drug operations, terrorists, opposing political parties, and even more have become subject to the wrath of M.A/I.D. Despite their effectiveness, M.A/I.D will not last without change.
Slowly and gently M.A/I.D has begun to fall apart. Competent, loyal, and capable candidates were becoming increasingly more challenging to find. Even with the authority of kings, queens, presidents, dictator, or tsar candidates were simply not what they use to be. The new world of this "Information-Age" values ones individuality over infallible service. How can you ask someone to give up their own aspirations and dreams? Simple, you don't give them a choice.
You have lived your entire life unaware of your origins. You were placed into a false home with a false family. You had a normal childhood. You are normal. But what was inside you altered everything. In an effort to preserve M.A/I.D, vat-grown girls were placed into families loyal to the Shadow-Queen. These girls were given normal childhoods, but they did not know that the learning institution they were sent to at the age of sixteen would be a one-way trip.
Maidsong Girls Academy
On your first day, you were injected with a "vaccine." From that day forward, despite your individuality, you would live and die as a maid. This injection contained an unknown chemical that generated a psychic bond between you and other vat-grown girls with this specific injection. A forced sisterhood and an infallible service. From that day on you learned everything from how to pour tea to how one can calculate the drop of a bullet over a prolonged distance. It all seemed so... natural? All of this strange education seemed right - as if you had done before. You are part of team-six who are nearing the end of their apprenticeship. A final test awaits, but something has gone terribly wrong. Those drugs come with a particular side-effect.
You begin to see something unseen lurking beneath the Earth's service.
Something dark...
Something terrible...
The Shadow Queen, with this knowledge, has initiated a new decree.
Our Service To Humanity
Team six are the most promising of the maid-candidates. Proficient in both service and combat. Rather than being assigned to one of the Earths many leaders, the Shadow Queen has decreed they become her personal maids in reaction to the unspeakable darkness brewing beneath the Earths surface. You are now on your way to meet with your new master to fulfill her decree: "Our service to humanity."
What is beneath the surface? What dark horror awaits? Why are we seeing these things? What is the origin of M.A/I.D?
You might have these questions. Maybe you will get answers. Never forget that service comes first.
S.S.S
Below is part of a lore doc that I will be creating if there is enough interest. I currently have enough material to make a decent lore page but I need to convert it to a google doc due to this forum lacking a lore section. You can take a look at this bit of lore to get a better feeling for what kind of RP this will be.
