There is a pestilence in this city.
When I look into the eyes of our citizens, I see hate and fear.
As if we are to blame.
As if we were not the ones that had saved what little lives they had left.
Tribune 'Father' Clide, shortly before a mob tore him to pieces.
In this noblebright universe, things aren't very noble and they aren't very bright. Before an immeasurable horde of undead tore the world apart, notions of chivalry and the obligations of a feudal lord were held sacrosanct; a peasant's lot in life was meant to be simple, but prosperous. Now? A man will spend weeks in a mine so that their daughters and wives may not have to sell themselves on the street for bread.
At the center of it all, the once proud jewel of an ancient republic stands tall amongst the filth, depopulated and economically exhausted from having blunted the full wrath of the apocalypse, its once vast empire crumbling to pieces as separatist movements once thought unthinkable have taken root. At the center of it all is a great schism between plebian elected officials and their reactionary counterparts, the old sword aristocracy who had been the ones to fend off the scourge and paid the price of it in wealth and friends and serfs alike; they bulk at what needs to be done to save their plagued homeland.
At the head of the reformers is Ilya, a staunch Republican who espouses the need to return to democratic roots, the redistribution of land, the reopening of schools and the grain dole and all other sorts of things that have galvanized the public's support behind her.
In her, a Fellowship of heroines that had lead the charge against the undead threat see hope in saving the dream they had of a utopian world, one free of the lethargy and apathy of the upper classes. They throw their lot behind her, promising to serve at her beck and all; whatever may be necessary to see her policies take effect.
Unfortunately for them, Ilya has only vile intentions.
I'm an advanced-novella RPer with writing samples in my profile (and expecting the same) searching for a GM. IRL gender is irrelevant. Despite my exposition above, I'm locked and married to very little; namely a distraught, forsaken empire being in peril. The idea behind this RP is meant to be to explore the idea of a NOBLEBRIGHT setting that's fallen apart at the seams through the eyes of a [[Senator]] woman with lofty ambitions hijacking a populist movement for her own ends, only ever intending on seizing power for herself. Fortunately for her, her political movement is aided by the arrival of a legendary group of heroines that had defeated the evil of ages past and has pledged their service to her, essentially naming Ilya as their 'QUEST GIVER' NPC who will hopefully lead them to building a new, free-loving empire.
Unfortunately, the quests Ilya sends them on are only to serve her interests, and she has no intention of sharing power with anybody -- and wishes to see nothing more than them on their knees forever.
Kinks: Evil bitches being conniving, femdom and lesbianism, internalized homophobia, slowburn seduction, gaslighting, politics and taxes, D/s couples, collars, domesticization, warriors being turned into harlots, spankings, orgasm denial and control, genuine charisma and atmosphere-building. Most other vanilla and mild kinks.
Kinks: Everything extreme. I don't have any desire to see non-con as a fetish (only as an element of worldbuilding just like poverty and disease and slavery), or tentacles or animals or hyper anything or porn logic or porn dialogue, futas, etc.