Carmine

Captured Princess x Pirate Captain

Vivienne glared at the man as he made his way towards her, the blade to his man's throat never wavering despite his words. A rage burned within the princess, unlike anything she had ever felt before. Her ship had been ransacked, her crew and guards slaughtered before being left to sink with the ship, and now she stood on a pirates boat as a captive along with her two most trusted handmaidens. The woman had never even thought of harming another person, but standing there with a dagger to the throat of one of the men that he aided in the destruction of her boat and crew made her wish for vengeance. She spared a glance towards the two women that had accompanied her on the journey, who she had begged to come with her because she had not wanted to end up in a foreign land without anyone she knew.

She hesitated for a moment before moving the dagger away from the man's throat, shoving him away from her as she moved to stand in front of her handmaidens, the dagger still gripped in her hands. He had made a valid point when mentioning that her handmaidens depended on her to keep them safe, at least in her eyes they did. They would not have been on the ship with her had she not asked them to come with her, they were her responsibility to keep alive now that they had been captured by pirates. "We will talk, but I will not allow myself to be unarmed on a boat filled with men the likes of you and your crew."

The princess took a deep breath as she looked up at the captain, debating her next words to him. She knew violence would not be her way off of this ship, she had only attacked the man because she felt a need for retribution for what had happened and to garner the attention of the captain. She was frustrated that her plan had not went as well as she would have liked, but she would just have to pivot and try again with something different. "I would like to talk somewhere private, preferably out of the rain so my handmaidens and I can begin to dry off, we will catch our death out here."

Captured Princess x Pirate Captain

It was dark on the ship, the only light provided being the moon in the sky and the remains of a sinking ship that was on fire in the distance. Vivienne was sitting bound in a corner of the ship, her anger displayed on her face. The princess had been sailing to another country to wed a prince her father had chosen for her. She knew nothing of him other than their alliance would be good for both of their families. So, Vivienne had gone willingly to make her father and her people proud.

But disaster had struck; pirates had taken the ship and there had been a terrible fight. Her guards and servants raged against the other men, but had eventually been overpowered. They slaughtered the guards and any men on board, sparing only the princess and the two handmaidens she had with her. Once they were back on the pirates ship, flaming arrows had been shot into the royal one and cannons were set off to blow holes into the side so it would sink.

So there Vivienne and her handmaidens sat, silently watching the pirates hurriedly bustle around the ship. It was a flurry of movement, people getting their wounds mended and the uninjured were working on getting the pirates boat moving again. In the chaos, a small dagger had been dropped near the women. The princess crept towards it slowly until she could reach it before darting back to where she had been.

Vivienne dropped the dagger in front of one of the women, allowing her to saw away at the ropes binding the princesses wrists. It took time, they had to stop anytime someone neared or looked their way but eventually her hands were free. She made quick work of her handmaidens bindings before letting out a shaky breath.

The princess glanced around, her grip tightening on the handle of her claimed dagger. She would fight, she had decided this when she saw the dagger. It wasn’t much, but she couldn’t give up. Vivienne spotted a pirate that had been giving orders to the others, standing closer to the women than he had been before but with his back towards him. She didn’t know who this man was to these men, but he seemed like he was of importance. She hesitated for a moment before rushing the man, holding the dagger tightly against his neck.

Her voice came out like a hiss as she spoke into his ear. “Get me your captain or I’ll slit your throat like you did to my men.”

The Degenerative Virus - A Post-Apocalyptic World

Five years have passed since a virus outbreak changed the world. It started slow, maintained in strongholds ran by government forces as they tried to keep the virus at bay, but these places were ran by humans who did what all humans do. They made mistakes and the virus along with those infected broke free from the strongholds, beginning the mass spread of the disease that led to the downfall of each country.

It was coined the degenerative virus. Those who contracted it did exactly as expected, degenerated until they finally succumbed to it, some quicker than others. Even after their bodies shut down from the virus, it was as if something took over them, leading them to target the remaining healthy people that were still alive. It was spread through bodily fluids such as spit, blood, mucus, and more. A simple scrape could mean someone’s death if they didn’t take care when dealing with the infected.

Once the virus broke free, it did not take long for cities to be overran, for local, state, and even federal governments to fall, and for people to turn on each other. There were rumors of army bases converted to safe havens, though they were nearly impossible to get into for fear of the virus. Most people survived in packs, loyalties that were formed at the beginning of the outbreak. These packs claimed entire towns typically, sometimes taking out others just to keep their territory.

Vivienne Edwards had once belonged to a pack, one named The Honorless. She had been 17 when the outbreak happened and had joined the group before it had earned its named. After 3 continuous years of violence and depravity, the woman could no longer bear it. She fled the group in the early hours one morning, not daring to look back for fear of being caught. It was an unspoken rule that you didn’t leave your pack, but one she was willing to break so she would no longer have to add more unnecessary blood to her hands.

Two years after her escape, Vivienne scavenged between towns, never stopping to stay in one place for more than a few days. The now 23 year old quietly crept through what seemed to be an abandoned town, but she knew there were eyes lurking on the rooftops of the buildings around her. She never dared to go too far inside of a town, knowing the closer to the center meant the bigger risk of being caught by those that ran the towns or cities they claimed, not to mention the infected that flocked to populated areas.

Vivienne was slight and quick on her feet, having learned to be in the harshness of this new world. She wore long sleeves and thick pants no matter the weather, not wanting to risk any chance of being infected through an unknown wound. The skin she did show had tanned over the years of being outside scavenging. Her once long brown hair was cut just above her shoulders now and typically pulled into a ponytail to minimize the risk of it becoming caught in anything or used against her in a fight. Her eyes were the same shade as her hair and often betrayed her thoughts, much to her chagrin.

The woman was armed with a pistol strapped to her thigh that was not often used since she never wanted to attract attention to herself and a machete that hung from her belt when not in use. It was nearing nightfall when she slipped into a small abandoned church through a broken window, avoiding doors since the sounds of them opening and closing would alert anyone near her to her position. She quietly crept through the hall leading to what would have been the sanctuary, listening out for the sounds of anyone else in the building in case she needed to make a run for it.

It was a small building, only one story with two hallways on either side of the sanctuary. It did not take her long to clear it, not seeing any recent signs of life in any rooms that she checked. When she finished her investigation of the building, she made her way into the sanctuary and walked to the middle pews, sitting down once she was satisfied with where she was staying for the night. She settled her bag at the end of the pew and laid down, her head resting on it.

She wouldn’t call what she did sleeping, more so laying there with her eyes closed, her body still on high alert for any noises around her. Time passed slowly that way, but Vivienne could not remember the last time she had actually gotten the chance to sleep fully, never feeling safe enough to do so.

Hello All!

Hello everyone! My name is Carmine, I am new to this site but not to roleplaying. I have been roleplaying for 9ish years, on and off. I started on Geeking and have hopped around different places for a while now.

I roleplay in third person, 4-8+ paragraphs, and write on Discord or over email. The genres I am interested in are medieval, post-apocalyptic, fantasy, romance, action, and drama. I do very rarely write slice-of-life roles as well, but generally have to be in the mood for them.

I have a few ideas that I am currently interested in for 1x1 roleplays and will be posting them shortly.

I hope everyone has a nice day/night!