Rosalind

Dark fantasy and adventure

I will reply to all tomorrow, bit of a hectic weekend.

Dark fantasy and adventure

That would be fine Spade, maybe you and Nightbringer could arrange something with your two characters?
Yes Nightbringer, dodgy dealer type is grand.

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The Capitol, oh how she hated it. Every year she was made to return and to mentor the tributes from District one; to prepare them for the arena and how to win. Not only did she have to return for the Games, but also at Snow’s commands. You’d have thought that once you became a Victor that you would be left alone. Oh no. To the Capitol you were a superstar and everyone wanted a piece of you. And being labelled as beautiful, with lengthy curled blonde hair and startling green eyes, they wanted her. President Snow had sold her body to whoever demanded it. She would be showered with gifts and money, although she needed none. She was a property of Panem, and now once more she was to be their entertainment and her life put on the line, as she was going back into the arena. It was the year of the Quarter Quell, and that meant something extra special for the games. In the first year, each district had to vote for their tributes. The very thought of nominating which child to enter the Games was disturbing, although now District 1 and 2 had a distinct advantage in their strength and power. The second Quarter Quell, twice as many tributes were entered. And this year, two previous victors were reaped from the existing tributes from each district.

Cashmere walked besides her brother, Gloss. Their parents were extremely proud of the pair of them; the fact that they had two victors in the family had always been a source of great pride. Her parents were very hard on her and Gloss, entering them into training as soon as they could. They were very strict, verging on unloving. There was a chance she may not see them again, she was going up against years of winners. Having watched on the train who the other victors were, she wasn’t in anyway afraid of the competition. She didn’t want to fight; she had made friends with most of them. Having won the games 10 years ago, that had been a long time to get to know everyone. She sighed as she walked into the dressing room, where her design and prep team waited. The opening ceremony was mere hours away, and she had to get ready. Keeping herself in good shape and well groomed, they didn’t have to do much to her body. She was polished and buffed, her skin made to shine in polished tones. Her nails filed and painted a light pink and then coated with glitter. Next came the make-up and hair, which Cashmere did enjoy. Her lengthy blonde hair was brushed and styled back into its usual curls, and then half pinned up and entwined with small diamonds and sapphires. The remaining curls showered over her left shoulder and that was her body complete.

Soon she walked into the remake centre with Gloss by her side. She was in a beautiful gown of satin and diamonds. It was a silvery pink in colour, with a fitted bodice that had diamonds sewn in elegant patterns. Ever since the prep and design team of district 12 last year, everyone seemed to be going all out. District one displayed the luxury they were responsible for, and indeed Gloss and Cashmere looked simply divine. She looked around the centre and she smiled as Enobaria greeted her. As was to be expected, Cash and Gloss would align with Enobaria and Brutus and form the formidable career pack. However, Cash was harbouring a little secret, something that held her back a little bit. A half-naked male walked past her and a half smile formed on her face. Another victor who like her had been sold into prostitution. “Giving them all one last view of that fine body, Odair?” Cashmere teased as she walked to him and smiled.

. . .

Back in the Capitol and back where he never wanted to see again. He shouldn’t be here anyway; it was never in his plan to survive. He sighed as he sat on the bed, stripped down to his bare skin and awaiting his prep team. Peeta looked down to the artificial leg and he growled, it still felt so alien to him. He hated it and couldn’t help but scowl every time he looked at it. It was the Capitol’s creation! He would have rather been an amputee! But then, how would he have fared in these games? It was clear that the third Quarter Quell had been rigged to aim at him and Katniss, more so Katniss. She had created a spark and it had ignited through the districts. She had given them hope, a small something that was becoming a big something. Uprisings they had been called, and supposedly it had started with the offering of the berries. Peeta only discovered this half way through the victory tour, and he was angry with Katniss. But now they had bigger things to deal with. He knew the moment Haymitch’s name was reaped that he would volunteer, it was his turn to save Katniss and keep him safe, and Haymitch promised him!

His prep team and Portia entered the room and they once more fapped over his naked form, of the artificial leg and he just amused them and spoke the word she knew they would want to hear. Peeta had a way with words and it was perhaps his greatest weapon. Yes he was strong, but he was never really a fighter. They buffed and polished, shaved and sculptured. They put him back to base beauty and then built him up. His hair was quaffed and his skin shining, and then Portia brought through his outfit. “Pretty toned down” Peeta commented, he had certainly worn some extravagant things before.
“Cinna and I… we’re going for something a little different this time” Portia said, helping him into the leather trousers and sleeveless jacket. “This time, no hand holding, and no smiling” She said, zipping him up. “No nice. You’re to ignore the crowd and just glare ahead. And when you and Katniss are ready” Said Portia, turning around and picking something up before handing him a small box with one button on it. “Press this”

Peeta walked into the remake centre, and he felt very out of place. Everyone here knew each other, they had been mentoring and meeting once a year. Weird, Peeta had sort of prepared himself to be a mentor and now he knew he wouldn’t see the end of these games. His only priority was to keep Katniss alive. He was still in love with her, it had never gone away. He knew he had no chance and that their engagement meant nothing but survival to her. She loved Gale; things were only just becoming friendly between Katniss and Peeta. He sighed and ran his horse down the neck and Katniss entered the remake centre. She looked breath taking and he couldn’t help but stand up a little straighter. If only things were different and he was more than just the boy she saved. He smiled as she came to him and he eyed her before he stilled a little, trying not to appear weak. “You look fierce” He said to her kindly, trading beautiful for fierce.

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ROSALIND && DAIRYPIE

Dark fantasy and adventure

Cool cool. Any ideas on what type of character you'd like to play?

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Dark fantasy and adventure

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.

Alright if you are interested and want any questions answered just let me know. If you’d like to suggest a non-human race that I haven’t listed then have a go and we’ll see if it all fits in. Post with what character you’d like to play and what they would be doing in Fallshore, just so others can see and we don’t end up with loads of the same.

I will be playing a female Elf who is in Fallshore trading elven medicine for ancient scripture from the religious halls, a personal hobby of hers.

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Post-apocalyptic role-play. Character development is a must! [Casual-Advanced] [Seeking Females]

Alright, cool. I was thinking of playing someone who was travelling when this all happened, so isn't familiar with the countries geography and such.

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