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Gothic Star Wars (UK Only)

I'm not really sure what Gothic Star Wars is but, I would be interested in a Dark Noir/Tragic/Horror/Dark original story set in the Star Wars galaxy. I don't necessarily mean Siths going on a rampage or anything...

I've not put a lot of thought into it so if anyone is interested then I would be happy to generate ideas together and get cracking.

Some tasteful and/or "necessary" romance would be okay. But would be happy with other themes like, strangers meeting or teacher/student or even friends become foes etc

Bring the Colour Back (UK Preferably)

Firstly, yes. Colour IS in fact spelt correctly.

Anyway, about 10+ years ago I got into a roleplay with a few others on the premise made by another person where a nation had lost it's colour due to the tyrannical rulership of the Black King (the military was based on chess pieces, knights, rooks, pawns etc) and his passive ability to sap the literal colour from all life. It was up to the players to discover their inner colour and fight the regime. Obviously the colours also represented their dominant emotion and gave them unique powers/abilities.

I'd be looking to resurrect this theme as it was pretty fun. For anyone interested, I'm happy with the premise above but would be happy to discuss other ideas.

My only condition is that I get to be the colour yellow....

Gothic Star Wars? (UK Only)

I'm not really sure what Gothic Star Wars is but, I would be interested in a Dark Noir/Tragic/Horror/Dark original story set in the Star Wars galaxy. I don't necessarily mean Siths going on a rampage or anything...

I've not put a lot of thought into it so if anyone is interested then I would be happy to generate ideas together and get cracking.

The Bawdy Dog

Sorry to everyone who included me in their posts, I've had a few things going on that have meant that roleplaying was kind of the last thing on my mind for a while. I'm going to get a post up today (GMT) at some point, basically when I can sneak half an hour from doing my actual job :P

The Bawdy Dog

"Hammy, it looks as though we're finally on our way."

Henri was acknowledge by a little snort from the piglet tucked into the crook of his arm. Henri nodded.

"Mmm... Yes, I think so, but she said that if I didn't take you with me then she was going to turn you into bacon. You are much too small for that so you might as well just come back with me. I could turn you into a mecha-pig, I have done it before, it was a roaring success!"

The little pig just snorted again. Henri scratched his head and let out a deep, thunderous yawn. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a black stick and popped one end into his mouth. He reached back into his pocket and pulled out a small hand sized blowtorch. Clicking a trigger several times apparently didn't provide the appropriate reaction, the Doctor shook the small device roughly in the air above his head. He brought it back down and clicked the little trigger again. Suddenly a large burst of flame appeared, much to big for it's intended job. Henri leant forward, poking the stick into the enormous flame. Drawing oxygen through it produced smoke to fill his lungs. He released the trigger so that the flame died and then placed the blowtorch into his pocket. He carried on down the pathway not stopping until he reached THE BAWDY DOG.

"Let's go in, Hammy."

Dr. Vickers wasn't sure of what to make of the scene inside, apparently some sort of ruckus was going on. Deciding not to worry too much, he skirted around the room, along the walls, only occasionally asking someone to move out of the way.

"Excuse me. Pardon me, miss. Ah, no sir, this is my pig, you cannot play with him."

He made his way to where he could get a drink.

"One Ale and one slop for my friend, thank you."

As he waited he observed the room.

The Bawdy Dog

I think I am just going to walk in and see what happens, seeing as how there's a bit of a ruckus going on at the moment.

The Bawdy Dog

Well if anyone is currently in need of a contact ^^

The Bawdy Dog

ꝿ NAME: Dr. Henri Vickers V

My Hider

ꝿ RELATIONSHIP WITH BUSKER: Stumbled into Buskers little business one rainy Tuesday when Henri had accidentally turned a little girls tabby cat into a vicious cat-like fiend with claws long than the good Doctors own hands. Suffice to say, Henri needed a drink that day.

ꝿ NEEDS: To find the scientific formula resulting in the most perfectly buttered toast. Curing people of their ailments and other doctor type stuff is quite rewarding too... I guess.

ꝿ OBJECT: In one of his deepest pockets is a jar containing the severed hand of a former lover..

ꝿ DETAILS: Medium length, black, shaggy, unkempt hair that sticks out in every direction. White porcelain skin. A pair of green tinted goggles to protect his eyes from the 'glare'. He stands at just a little over 6 foot and has a some what athletic frame as "those escaped experiments won't catch themselves". His white lab coat looks almost new around the collar and shoulders, but becomes increasingly more dirty due to unknown substance stains and dirt toward the bottom, with the lower half of the coat mostly torn up and ripped. Under his coat he wears a black turtle-necked jumper accompanied by a pair of faded blue jeans. On his feat are some out of place black trainers, streaked with green.

His mother, the 'shrink', always said he was insane. 3 years of Jerry Jones' Amazing Psychiatry School for the Gifted sure showed her when he passed with flying colours.

He lives in an underground basement conducting his research. He isn't called the 5th because of his lineage.

The Bawdy Dog

Am I to understand that I just post up a CS and jump right in?

I was going to go with a Doctor so if you need me to forcibly help you and your broken leg @Illogical Jim then that would make my first post easier...

When it comes to relationships, would it be better for me to ask if anyone wants to know me, or just be friends with the owner? @Mokley

Teachers Pet

"A Pig? Please, you don't even know me yet, and it's not like I was even giving you a choice. You're here to stay, so you might as well make the most of it."

Horus scoffed at her naivety.

"Leave? Oh no, no, no."

He laughed.

"You cannot leave my dear..."

He grinned at her with a full set of sparkling white teeth.

"... Whether you 'choose' to live under my rule or not has no meaning. You will be staying here, with me, for as long as I deem you still entertaining. When I grow bored of you, maybe then you can leave. Then again, maybe not."
He moved his left hand onto her shoulder and pinned it against the wall behind her.

"You're not scared of me? Ha. You should be, you don't even know what I am capable of, I wonder just how long that brave facade will last."
He clenched his right hand into a fist and punched the poor princess in the stomach, causing her to fall to her knees.

"I hope you can learn to submit quickly princess, I've got a lot of things planned for you, and I'd rather not have to keep going with the more violent ones."