The Raven Calls — Roleplayer Guild

First and foremost, welcome all to my interest check! Thank you for stopping by!

Secondly, I would like to address the ‘more details within’ portion of the title. Whilst I am seeking male counterparts for a 1x1, I do not care what your IRL gender is. All I care about is that you write your character well and you have fun in this RP together with me!

Thirdly, if you are interested in any of the plots I ask that along with your PM that you include a writing sample. Below I will be providing a writing sample of mine consisting of the prologue for my first book (if I ever finish the damn thing haha), I find this helps partners to see whether or not their writing is similar and will work well together. 

Fourthly, please do not ghost me. If you’re not feeling it, let me know. I will do the same for you, no hard feelings involved. 

Fifthly, please be over the age of 21, this is just a comfort thing as typically I enjoy RP’s with lots of swearing, violence, graphic depictions and things of a suggestive nature. I am 25 (Leo baby whoop whoop!) so... Yeah, not willing to pull a Diddy! 

Without further adieu, 

Under moonlight a shadow is born, whilst embers burn a kingdom torn. A throne of thorns, a crib of obsidian, swaddled up tight as the clock strikes midnight. Oh sweet child, bathed in blood, a path of madness awaits the chosen one. Hair of raven, abyss colored eyes flecked with gold, skin of ash with veins filled blue. Upon your birth a kingdom renewed, an era of peace hides the storms that brew. Beware loves inferno, your choice set in stone, your desires result in altar or bone. Oh child of darkness, your future unknown, may you be blessed by the night so you may not walk your chosen path alone.

The blistering night wind swept the freshly fallen snow across the palace grounds, nearly drowning out the howling that came from within its walls. The twisting labyrinth of halls within were covered by shimmering shadows that rippled and swayed, the echo of drums deep within the heart of the maze guiding the palace’s inhabitants to the obsidian sanctum. Beyond the intricately carved shadow oak doors laid the queen upon her bed, her sisters in bond not blood chanted and banged on their ancestral drums. Queen Eclypsa moaned in pain, her hands gripped tight upon her blood sister's fingers. Princess Lune and Princess Stellaira sat upon their queen’s bedside and cooed in her ear words of encouragement and praise. It was all they could do as the night priestess Shadona kneeled upon the abyss colored marble and diligently tended to Eclypsa as she tried desperately not to push.

“Eclypsa, my darling sister, you are doing splendidly! Surely Hecate is smiling down upon you!” Lune whispered into her sister’s ear as she grinned wildly, Stellaira merely smirking as she saw her sister's expression twist in pain.

“A mighty fine job my queen! Though perhaps I shall abstain from children myself! After all, to bare a man's seed looks mighty awf- oww!”

Lune had flicked Stellaira’s forehead with her free hand, the simple scolding between sisters elicited a pained chuckle from Eclypsa’s pale lips. 

“My dearest moon, do not heed her sly tongue. It is far too late to educate her so we may as well embrace her as she is. My dearest starling, I understand your disdain for men. All the same I hope you will treat my child as your own, even if she was born from an act you will never understand.”

“Oh I understand perfectly well my queen! How could I not when you woke me from the dead with your screams of plea- Hey Luney, enough with the flicking! You’ll put a dent in my head with your brute strength!”

Lune scolded her sister with her glare alone, Eclypsa laughing as she stared joyously at the two women who shared her face. The triplets had ruled the kingdom together for centuries, their subjects each a part of their coven. Witches and warlocks lived freely across their lands, their kingdom filled with magic and joy. Their kingdom had long isolated themselves away from human kind and only interacted with them as was necessary, but that had changed when one human had made his way not only into their kingdom but also into Eclypsa’s heart. 

But the wrenching pain of childbirth took all other thoughts from her mind, the labor process arduous and long. Hours passed with her sisters by her side, cooing her praises as she struggled with all her might. The moon was at its peak, the room bathed in its light as the drums stopped their beating and the cries of a newborn replaced them. Shadona cradled the newborn in her embrace, smiling as she handed the tiny infant over to her queen. Each princess received a pair of scissors, Lune received a silver pair whilst Stellaira received one made of gold. 

"She's perfect my queen… and it has been an honor to have served you. May Hecate bless this child, our future empress, and may the heavens above guide her path so that she may only receive eternal happiness."

"Shadona what do you me-"

Before Eclypsa could even comprehend what she meant Shadona pulled a dagger from within her robes and sliced her neck, her black shimmering blood spraying upon the triplets and their newborn princess. Horror replaced their joy as they watched each of their sisters follow Shadona's lead, crimson spilling upon the floor as it pooled and mixed as their bodies dropped to the door. 

That night the halls of the castle were filled with the cries of the sisters, the screams of their princess, and Shadona's whispers as her prophecy echoed throughout the night. 

Under moonlight a shadow is born, whilst embers burn a kingdom torn. A throne of thorns, a crib of obsidian, swaddled up tight as the clock strikes midnight. Oh sweet child, bathed in blood, a path of madness awaits the chosen one. Hair of raven, abyss colored eyes flecked with gold, skin of ash with veins filled blue. Upon your birth a kingdom renewed, an era of peace hides the storms that brew. Beware loves inferno, your choice set in stone, your desires result in altar or bone. Oh child of darkness, your future unknown, may you be blessed by the night so you may not walk your chosen path alone.

Is it truly possible to forget the first person to capture your heart?

This plot would revolve around one of our characters being a rockstar (or former rockstar) and a high school sweetheart/former best friend. A rather abrupt falling out left so much between the two unsaid, this sudden reunion opening up old wounds but also bringing with it the bittersweet memories of happiness. The rockstar ends up going back to their hometown to try to clear their writer's block, those feelings of the past sweeping them up and bringing them right back to the past. What awaits these two is a mystery only us writers can unravel.

Breakups; they fucking suck!
This plot revolves around two heartbroken individuals going to a valentine's speed dating event at a bar and winding up spending the night together. But one of them snuck out the next morning, no contact information or anything. Both had a great time but the one who snuck out is worried perhaps it was just a simple fling and nothing more despite what their heart is telling them. The one who wakes up in the bed alone decides to go on the hunt for them, eventually finding them and confessing they had a great time and want to get to know each other. The two come from completely different walks of life, one coming from more humble means whilst the other is the future CEO of a giant construction company. Can these two heart broken individuals heal each other or will they turn their hearts to dust?

Two reluctant members of high society have entered yet another year of war within the Ton known as the marriage market. Whether your character wishes to find a wife and has yet to find Mrs. Right or they wish to be free like a stallion to sow their wild oats, it matters not to Lady Victoria of the right honorable House Primrose. Determined to be a spinster for the rest of her days, she has made enemies and lovers of both men and women alike. 

A scandal seems to envelope all those who enter her space, yet she still gets invited to social gatherings because  of the chaos she brings. No one is aware that her chaos is targeted, that she is paid to attend events and bring others in high society down to their knees before those who seek her services. But when she is faced with your character, well… it appears she has met her match. Will either of them survive the chaos the other brings their way? Will they be able to land on their feet or will they be the noose that will hang the other?

• A Tsundere Stalker finds out his perfect girl is actually a serial killer

•A wandering deity finds a girl being sacrificed to another deity and decides to spirit the girl away

•Male Doctor finds female psych ward patient embroiled in a conspiracy that delves deep into the government, patient being sane but sent there so no one believes a word she says

•The college star athlete befriends the loner introvert, finding out why they transferred colleges and why they stay alone... Always

•Girl finds out her best friend is in love with the old her whilst finding out her current boyfriend has slowly been changing her into his ex... Just as he's done with every girlfriend he's had before he's buried them alive

In that moment as his finger wiped away a few droplets of blood that had seeped through the crack in her mask she couldn't help but find her breath catch in her chest. This mask, it had become her own face within her mind. She only took off the mask when the darkness of night covered her form, when shadow was its thickest. There were no candles, lamps or windows in any room she occupied... Nor did she ever have a mirror within it that wasn't covered by a cloth. This mask was the only face she knew now... So this intimate act of his thumb rubbing over her 'wound' sent shivers down her spine and caused her skin to be covered in goosebumps. 

Why... Why was she having such a a reaction to this? Had there been something on the mans fist when he had struck her? Some sort of drug that caused this? She didn't understand why her body was reacting so strangely. It was unnatural... But for some reason she didn't hate it. 

What Iris did hate was the sight of this Rowena sleeping ever so soundly in his bed... Her eyes quickly averted from the sight before her, her throat tightening as she was forced by her liege to take a seat. 

"I am not worried my liege... Perhaps just a bit startled as this is the first time I've seen the aftermath of your adventures. Usually the maidens you keep, well, they're usually wrapped in a bedsheet running back to their quarters by the time I witness them." 

Her tone sounded playful but it was ever so slightly off, perhaps a bit bitter in nature despite her inability to see the signs right in front of her face. Her heart knew... It always knew. 

As he went to have someone fetch the first aid that would be needed to address her injuries she couldn't help but feel almost prideful. His father's lessons had stuck with him it seemed, they had helped him grow up to become quite the leader... But now it also helped her see that he wasn't the young boy she had initially been introduced to when she had joined the kings Shadowguard; he was a man. 

Before she could delve further into such thoughts the question of just what happened to her crashed through her mind, bringing her back to reality and to the fact that he was now touching her bare skin. Another shiver ran up her spine as she found herself coming to the same realization as Olosse had come to. 

But she had a job to do, her mind refocusing on the task at hand as he began to patch her up. 

"My liege, I... I was discovered by a rival faction of the Vikar down by the port. It's not just the bludless that have been inciting chaos and debauchery, nor are the rumors complete. It's... it's so much worse. There is unrest within the entire city. Propaganda has been spread through each city section faster than the guard can strip them down, the people are starving due to their food being confiscated if they do not choose a secret allegiance with another faction. Rations don't make it to the people so those with children have been... They've been selling their precious children into slavery. The port... It's filled with ships bringing these children God knows where. I couldn't... I couldn't stop the boats, I couldn't stop those ruffians from taking them." 

Behind the mask a few tears streamed down her cheeks as she remembered their shouts for help... All she could do was ensure those still at the port could never use their fingers ever again. 

"This place is a war zone my liege, what we've been sent into intentional or not is a suicide mission. This place, it's one act from the Vikar away from the people revolting. If we cannot persuade the Vikar to sit down with all the factions and make a deal, this will all be for naught. We are sitting in a powder keg that has a torch fast approaching... We can try to save it, but doing so will risk our lives in this process even more so than I thought earlier. We have enemies on all sides, there is no one we can trust besides ourselves... I will support whatever decision you wish to make, I will fight till my last breath to see your plans succeed... But I will also spirit you home if that's what you should wish." 

Her eyes that had been locked onto her lap moved to the man before her, wincing a bit in pain as the adrenaline seemed to be wearing off. 

"What... What do you wish to do my liege?"

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