Rosalind

To keep you safe (me and Rosalind)

She drained the coffee cup, the bitter dregs swirling around her mouth as she tossed the empty cup into the bin. She rubbed at her eyes; fatigue was washing over her in persistent tides. The bitter chill nipped at her skin and she sighed with relief as she turned onto her road. Jane was ready to get indoors and just go straight to bed. Sod the shower she craved, or the mounds of research that sat piled on her table. Jane wanted her bed. With everything she had been through in the past year or so, she was exhausted. So intent was she on finding a way to find Thor again, it almost dominated her time. Although, after the episode in New York, Jane felt somewhat burnt out on the situation with her and the Norse God. They had been on earth again, but she had been sent away to Norway. By the time Jane had made it to New York, he had gone. She spent the next few months desperately seeking him. But it was time to let it go. She was leaving for London next month; she had to focus on other things.

Opening the door to the building, Jane walked up to her flat. But she stopped abruptly before the front door. “What…?” She whispered, her gloved hand reaching out for the door. It was open. Her fingers traced at the handle and lock, the door had been opened by force. “No way!” She groaned. She had been robbed? Pushing the door open, Jane walked in and dropped her bag on the floor. Whipping off her gloves she looked at the carnage that was her home. Her belongings were all over the place, it was like a whirlwind had torn through the place! Research papers all over, books upended and torn. Everything just ruined. Jane pushed a hand through her hair and she moved into the other rooms, just to see what damage she had to deal with.

Entering her bedroom she sighed, leaning back on the door frame and closing her eyes. Why did it have to happen to her? Pushing herself forward and walking through the mess, stepping over torn pages and broken glass, she spotted something on the floor. It was a group picture, of her, Darcey and Erik. However, her image and been cut out of the photo. She stood up and sat on the edge of the bed, a little confused. Why would someone cut out her picture? A quick look around showed her that it wasn’t anywhere here. Someone had taken it with them! But before she could contemplate this further, she heard her name called out. The voice was thick and commanding, but given the circumstances all it did was unnerve her more. Jane launched herself to her bedside table and yanked open the drawer. Her hand circled around the pepper spray, and she pulled off the cap before edging herself against the wall. Had her intruder returned? Jane peeked through the gap in the door, her hear beating viciously against her chest.

However, who she saw she had not expected. A confused look spread across her features, was it him? Jane had moved on, she had gotten closure. Yet here he stood, the man who could never remove himself from her mind. Her eyes looked down to the hammer in his hand, and she just couldn’t help it. Her shoulders dropped and she stepped out of the bedroom and looked to Thor. She offered him a sad smile, and in that moment, all those feelings she had locked away came back.

Lots of ideas

Firstly, a few things I should say.

1) I have a 9 month old baby, and he takes up a lot of my time. So (depending on the story we are doing) I may not be able to post all the time.
2) I work Monday and Tuesday nights, and with that I sleep till 4pm on Tuesday and Wednesday. So I will be active when I can. Unless my other half is working, I won’t be on much over the weekends. So yeah my activity may be a little sporadic but I will always keep you informed.

Original

Supernatural. Demons, Witches, Vampires, Werewolves etc.
Historical. I am a sucker for a good old Historical piece. My favourite eras to mess around with are Ancient Rome, Ancient Greece, Vikings, The Renaissance/Medieval era and Tudor Britain. Would also like to try something involving Slavery in the United States.
End of the world. Either because of war and famine, or a Zombie invasion, something based within a dystopian world.
Fantasy. A medieval War/journey involving creatures and different races could go low key fantasy, a dark and dangerous world or full on LOTR-esque.

Fan Fiction

Harry Potter
LOST
The Hunger Games
True Blood
The Tudors
Twilight
Spartacus (Any of the four seasons)
The Avengers

Up for suggestions also on both Original and Fan Fiction genres.


1. Nothing anime, emo or scene please.
2. Mature writers only. This doesn't mean I am after a sex fest, far from it. But just do not like childish writers.
3. With the above rule, no childish characters either. Also, don’t make them perfect! Characters with flaws and depth are much more interesting.
4. I am most comfortable at an advanced level, but will post casual when doing fan fiction role-plays.
5. Please know something about the topic/genre/fan-fiction that we are roleplaying.
6. There are loads of things I fancy doing so I will just list them all and if something tickles your pickle, give me a shout and we can discuss a story. Oh, I also prefer to double on fan fiction story lines. But on original I will play male, female or double.

Lady Godiva and the Land of Tales. (Casual-Adanced).

What sort of modern rp are you after? Also, I am up for a Game of Thrones-esque rp.

Looking for a male character

I have a particular craving for doing something involving the supernatural, which I haven’t done in a long time.

#1 I need a mature person to write with please, and with that rule mature characters also!
#2 Advanced standards please and nice juicy posts! You do not have to write a novel with each post but please make an effort. Ideally you’ll be able to give me three paragraphs though.
#3 Please, please, PLEASE no wimpy or submissive characters.
#4 Nothing anime, emo or scene please.
#5 Keep in touch and let me know if you are no longer interested or going to be away or what not. I will say now that I won’t be able to post in the evenings (GMT) or weekends, as this is family time for me.
#6 To go with the rule above, I have a 6 month old son. So just keep that in mind if a reply is a little late. Although I will always keep you informed if it’s going to be a bit late. But post a day should be expected.
#7 Dark, sadistic, romances, drama… all these will be mixed into one.

So below are my rough and vague ideas.

#1 A period drama set in the country, involving a werewolf and a country maid.
#2 A period drama set in the city, the daughter of a high standing man (Duke, Earl, Politician, Minister, depending on year we will decide the Fathers role) involving a Vampire and the daughter.
#3 Set in the 1880’s, an orphaned girl who joins a performance house grows to become a ballerina and singer in the infamous troupe. Your character (a Vampire) will have an obsession with her, to the extent of kidnap or even purchasing the girl.
#4 A modern day Vampire romance.

Of course more will be discussed and a decent story will be fleshed out before we begin. PM if interested.

Seeking females of all types (18+ preferred)

Curious said
HusbandxWife
WifexHusband's Best Friend
MasterxSlave
PrincessxServant
PrincexServant
Famous PersonxFan
CapturexCaptive
Supernatural

Western
Greek
Medieval
Roman

Hello. I would be interested in mixing up something from those above. PM me if you're interested.

Journey to Victory

Llweyn D'unth

Elf

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APPEARANCE
Llweyn's skin is ivory of colour and polished in appearance. Without a single blemish, her skin is soft and almost seems to gleam. She has waist length pure golden hair, thick and wavy that ends in perfectly formed curls. She stands at 5 foot and 11 inches and her physique is toned with the right balance of feminine curve to her bosom and hips. Naturally of course, and Elves are all tall and svelte.Her eyes are a bright, shimmering green that are surrounded by a mass of black, lengthy lashes.

Her normal attire is an a-line gown of the purest white silk, with silver embroidery detail along the flute sleeves and v neckline and a tight fitting bodice. But as such gowns are associated with Elves, who are banished from the main cities, Llweyn has taken to wearing the more inconspicuous gowns of normal maids when in the market or trade. Her travelling attire is a little more suitable. Fitted leggings tucked into supple knee high boots, with a sole built to keep up with her Elf agility.A thin strapped fitted chemise blouse is beneath the jacket, which is tight in fitting and reaches down to her mid thighs.Above the dress style coat is a leather breast corset which is her armour, and matching bracers. Atop all this she hides herself beneath a woven cloak, as to hide the tell tale signs of her Elf nature.

WEAPONS
With the eyesight keener than that of a hunting hawk, Llweyn is naturally, as are those of her kind, an expert archer. She has a recurve bow made to the finest Elf standard, engraved with the ancient text of her kind. Although apt at using any bow placed within her hands, the one she keeps upon her person is her match and her favoured weapon of choice.

At her hips and concealed with her left boot are also small blades, once more engraved with ancient text. One is used for close combat or hunting, and a smaller blade is more used for plants and nature.

FIGHTING CAPABILITIES
As mentioned before Llweyn has perfect vision, sharper than any hunting bird of prey. An expert marksman Llweyn is also gifted with enhanced hearing, sharp enough to hear the soft landing of a sparrow. In that, she is an expert hunter and perfect for long range attacks. In hand-to-hand combat Llweyn moves with a fluid agility, it almost appears as if she is dancing as she is graceful. But her downfall is that she is not one for strength. Her muscle and tone are built only by her archery and hunting capabilities, but she is not very strong. Her speed definitely outweighs her strength. So she is better with small and light weapons, and is not trained with a sword. Her fighting style is refined and elegant, and is out of place in barbaric bloody battles.

PERSONALITY

Miscellaneous

Reason for being in Fallshore
Reason why the King and Council will not believe them



To be completed.

In answer to above questions.

#1 Usurper - Message me with more details on this character.
#2 Bunnita and Wraith - Magic is, as with the other races, banned and deemed bad. I tend to not allow magic in role plays as previous experience has shown that people have little self control and end up getting carried away. In all the races, men believe they are superior to women. The only race that is equal are the Elves, but as I am playing an Elf and someone else was interested in playing a half-elf then I won't be accepting anymore elves for the time being. Centaurs will also be gender equal. This is a sexist world.

Kill me if you dare

“Oh you do flatter me” She added back, inclining her head a little flirtatiously to the side. She then ran her hands down the bodice of her gone and over her hips before looking back up. “Never hurts to look your best. Especially if you want sponsors” She added. Of course he would know the game, they all knew the game. They were all previous winners of the Games. They all knew how it worked, they knew it inside and out, they knew what the audience wanted. Finnick, Cashmere, Gloss, blimey even Joanna was wanted by the people of the Capitol. But this time, they would all need them. At his next comment she raised her eyebrows a little, and there was a flicker of burning hatred in her eyes. “Yeah… I was requested at more private functions” She said as she turned and walked with Finnick over to his chariot. Cash and Finnick had sometimes been at the same Gala’s. The guests of the rich and powerful, a trophy on their arms and then something to entertain them in the bed. Cash hated them! Every one of them sickened her, the way they poured over her and leered at her and it repulsed her. It was for that reason, she had other plans for these games.

Stopping beside the chariot for District 4, Cashmere ran her hand down the neck of the black horse before she caught sight of Katniss Everdeen walk in. The smile fell off her face, Katniss annoyed Cashmere. They would never be friends, and yet here Cashmere was preparing to put her life on the line to defend her. Katniss was the face of the rebellion yes, but it didn’t mean Cash had to like her. The blonde looked back to Finnick and she wondered if Finnick was in on the rebellion. Haymitch had spoken about it only to those he knew had suffered at the hands of the Capitol. To those he knew wanted the Capitol to suffer. Finnick would be amongst those numbers too, wouldn’t he? Cashmere’s position was going to be very difficult. She was a Career tribute and an extremely powerful one. She hadn’t won her games by outlasting the rest, she had won it by fighting and killing. Her abilities with a blade where second to none. She will be targeted and feared by everyone in the arena besides the other Career’s. And well, Enobaria tore out someone’s throat with her teeth, she wasn’t exactly someone to double cross. Haymitch said it all had to be kept quiet, Cash was definitely going to have to learn how to keep her mouth closed.

The gong sounded and Cash looked around to see it was time to get into the chariots, and she looked back to Finnick. “Don’t forget to make them swoon” She said to him with a wink and a dazzling smile, before she slinked off back to her own chariot, but not before playfully smacking his behind. Oh Finnick was certainly good looking. She arrived at chariot 1 and after some quick last minute adjustments she mounted. She straightened her shoulders before taking a more seductive stance, and she hitched her breath taking smile upon her face. The music started and their horses walked, and before she knew it the deafening roar of the crowd . They chanted and they screamed, and Cashmere blew kisses to the crowd and gave them smiles. It was all false, she hated them all. But who knows, she may need food in the arena or something else, who knows what sort of arena they would be in this year! The parade eventually ended and they stood before the president, the sun scorching down on Cash’s bare shoulders.

. . .

Peeta seemed unable to keep his eyes off of her, she was breath taking! She looked formidable and deadly, which he knew she was, and beautiful, again which she was. And as she eyed the competition, he took the opportunity to take her all in. He would cherish every last minute he had with her and would make memories to comfort him in the arena. The moments shared on the train, those stolen nights where they would hold each other and she would sleep in his arms. After all they had been through, it was a shame she couldn’t feel the same about him as he did her. He sighed and as she turned back to him, he made it look as if he too had been watching the others. “Me maybe” He said to her with a light smile. “You, not so easy” He said shaking his head. With her hunting and tracking experience, she had an advantage over this lot. But in saying that, what would the arena be? Snow had rigged these games, so he would probably make sure that the arena would not give her an advantage. Would he insist there be no bow? But surely the game makers would want to give the best show they could! They’d lose viewers if they made it too easy for some all the time.

“Do you think we’d have ended up like this?” Peeta asked her, changing the way of conversation. “If only one of us had have one? Just another part of the freak show?” He asked again. She had just enough time to answer before the music began, and Peeta watched everyone step into their chariots. He looked around to see if Portia or Cinna where anywhere, but he could not see him. “Guess it is up to us” He said. He helped her into the chariot, which she seemed to hate, and then the horse started moving. “Remember… try to look like you hate everyone” He said to her. There was a note of jest in his voice. She wouldn’t need to pretend or try, she did hate the Capitol. He could see the hint of amusement in her face before it straightened. He too straightened up and leant to the side a little, placing his hand on the side. Now his face was cool, his act was on. As they excited out of the centre and greeted the crowd, Peeta ignored everything. He was staring straight ahead, ignoring them all and looking slightly bored.

And then he guessed that Katniss decided it was time, and their costumes once more ignited. However it wasn’t the flames from last year, it was something more. Their black costumes were like burning embers, maybe it was their way of showing that fire still glows no matter what! He continued to pretend there was no audience, there was no one else aside from Katniss. But then again, there never was anyone else aside from Katniss. Throughout the speech of Snow, Peeta did not listen but eyed the other tributes. A lot of them looked towards him and Katniss, especially the Morphlings from district 6. The speech eventually ends and they wait until they are back in the centre before relaxing. “Glad that’s over” He said, knowing that was the last parade he would ever see. And there are Portia and Haymitch, waiting for them. Or Haymitch not so much, he was locked in a jolly conversation with those from 11. And from what Peeta could remember, Haymitch was good friends with Chaff. “Here” Peeta said, offering a hand to Katniss to help her down from the chariot.

Dark fantasy and adventure

Here is the thread http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/26030/posts/ooc?page=1

Journey to Victory

The dawn breaks every morning, sunlight spewing across a grey land. A land tormented with war, loss and disease; a land torn apart by greed. The sun sets every evening, bringing with it the darkness that only death itself rivals. For this land is a land with no escape and no paradise. A place where happiness is found in the deepest depths of misery. A land where only the few are privileged and even then, living like no human should have to.

And so the decades wear on, hate breeding hate, war breeding war. Two rival kingdoms have brought destruction no matter where they roam, destroying small villages and disrupting the peace that everyone once knew. The two old kings are determined. One will have the world at their command, whilst the other will be beaten into submission. The only thing standing in their way is each other. When the world is merely a pile of ashes, what are you fighting for anymore?

But within the darkness grows a force stronger then what is known. A darkness of such brutal power and force, that the light of the earth is threatened beyond that of the wars of the rivalling kingdoms. It is in the Northern realms of the darkest mountains that the darkness is rising, threatening all that is human and alive to the Lands of Tairum.

The kingdom of Pritharin and the Kingdom of Ganaron now have a choice, to continue their petty war over one another, and allow the dark one to slowly take over their lands that they fight so hard to gain. Or to join forces and take on the dark threat all as one.

It was after many a dispute and many a long and tiresome talks and treaties of peace between the Kingdoms, that they unite forces. The two kings gather their best and most elite warriors to send forth and lead the army. With news of the humans fighting for the land of Tairum, the forgotten races come forth from their lands and hidden realms to fight not only the dark one, but for freedom and peace in the land.

Our story starts in the small travelling and trading village of Fallshore. Located on the eastern province and known within the kingdoms as a black market, it is where traders come for the exotic and items untradeable within kingdom walls (anything slain out of the Kings orders). Our characters will meet here; their reason for being within Fallshore is up to you. They could be here trading items to gain enough coin to buy their way out of their king’s army. They could be a wandering ranger coming to get supplies. Or they could be one of the non-human races passing through on the way to offer their services to the war. I will leave this up to you. However, every character needs to start here, as our characters will be formed into a small unit that find themselves with the knowledge of how to destroy the threatening dark. But each character has to have a flaw, something that makes them seem untrustworthy to the Kings and their council, something that would give cause for others not to believe them. As this will be how our characters adventure comes to be, when they are told basically to get lost.

So, the rules.

#1 Advanced. This is an advanced role so please keep in mind the advanced requirements. Detailed posts with plenty of content, how does your character feel at that moment? How do they react to a certain situation? Why do they feel that way?
#2 Third person narratives only, I know this may seem like an odd rule but some people feel the need to post in first person and it irks me.
#3 I do not expect anyone to post everyday so don’t worry. I have a young son and so there are times I won’t be able to get on here. I think so long as we all post around twice a week though it will keep things moving nicely, and we all keep in communication through the OOC.
#4 No immature writers or characters please! Immaturity gets my back up and make for a very dislikeable character. By all means make your character naïve, but I do not want to read the words “Stubborn but sweet but feisty” in one personality description.
#5 Violence is going to happen. Swearing is going to happen. Sexism is going to happen. This is set in a medieval fantasy world where men are the dominant ones. It is essentially, a man’s world. So if you’re going to play a female then be prepared for some prejudice towards your character.
#6 Nothing anime to be involved.

Available races and ideas for characters

Human – Disgraced and discharged Soldier, Ranger, Tribesman, Villager, thief etc.
Elves – Only race that can be half breed. They are superior (believe themselves to be) they are arrogant and they are prejudice. Very intelligent.
Dwarves – Again they are arrogant and believe themselves better than anyone. They believe men are weak, are masters of bartering and trading and experts on all things fine.
Tribesmen – Fierce and deadly clan with no love or tenderness and no emotional attachment to women. They are very strong and can crush a scull with bare hands. They are feral and brutal and are generally given a wide birth. No one from a tribe is less than 6 foot.
Centaurs – The most intelligent race of all, and skilled at archery, they are the only race to coincide peacefully with Elves. They do not trust humans and laugh at their willingness to cling to Gods and stories.

The character sheet

{ Visual appearance here }
Name
Race
Age

Appearance What else would you like to say about your character? Height, weight scars, tattoos, missing limbs, extra fingers etc.
Weapons Keep it realistic! No Japanese swords or daggers! Why would your everyday farmer have a whopping broadsword. Ensure it makes sense and is suitable to the setting and character, and do not get excessive or I will ask you to change it.
Fighting capabilities and flaws Include flaws, no one is perfect. For example a Tribesman would be incredibly strong, but not so quick. Again, ensure it makes sense and suits the character and the setting. Include how they come to fight like this.
Personality Include the good and the bad.
Miscellaneous

Reason for being in Fallshore
Reason why the King and Council will not believe them

Dark fantasy and adventure

Veiledrose - I would say no to that character type I am afraid. As our characters will be in combat, I am looking more for characters with the ability to fight.

Usurper - Not to sure how this character would tie in, as I would say that type of character would be on the dark army.

Danko, Dynamo and Zaga - That is fine. But Dynamo, you're character will not have the full abilities of an elf. As s/he will be half and half, they will only have half the powers (so more advanced eyesight than a human but not as accurate as a full elf etc).

I shall get an OOC up later tonight for us all and we can get this started :)