TheRedWatcher

Kingmakers - The Throne Alone (GoT/ASOIF-like) (Noble Politics)

@ClocktowerEchosEither deaf. Or Partially Blind. I have two ideas. But I want to make sure that I am allowed to do so before going on ahead and doing so.

Kingmakers - The Throne Alone (GoT/ASOIF-like) (Noble Politics)

Welcome aboard @TheRedWatcher! Any insperations?

@ClocktowerEchos

Well I was wondering what your opinion would be on having a disabled character?

Kingmakers - The Throne Alone (GoT/ASOIF-like) (Noble Politics)

Mind if I join in on the fun?

Our Dying Breath - Looking For Ideas and People Interested in the idea

Ever thought about what Game of Thrones + Vampires would look like. Obviously so did I or I would not be writing this interest check, :P lol.

Welcome to Our Dying Breath both heavily inspired by the Underworld movies and Game of Thrones the RP takes place in an alternative history London, England.

About several Covenant Houses of Vampires all vying for political favor. Humans lost a thousand war with the vampires and eventually now have become essentially their blood slaves. Most of the rest of the stuff like the covenants themselves I was going to allow players to submit.

Any other ideas I’d be happy to discuss as well.

Strangers of Mist - M

They seriously couldn’t get away with this legally, could they? There are literally a ton of laws that should prevent anyone from kidnapping people. Especially if it was some kind of agency. She honestly didn’t care, her plan was not to involve herself in these children games. She was a busy and important woman running a good business back at home. She didn’t appreciate being wrongfully placed in a place she obviously didn’t belong. Jesus fucking christ this place was huge, you’d think their map would be more useful. If you’re going to kidnap people make sure you provide them a better god damn fucking map for the building you built.

Fixing her hair and her bra. She stepped inside the banquet hall with a powerful strut and a sway of her hips. She had a powerful stride, as the powerful woman she was.

”DON’T!” - “YOU CAN’T”

She covers her ears briefly. What the serious fuck was that? She's scanning around the room. An easy looking man she could use for later, he might even be a bit yummy for a while. A boring woman. A boring blonde trying to look tough. Hunchback of Notre Dame, but female. And a man rocking bath and forth muttering, no, she could only then logically include he was crazy and of no use to her. She didn't babysit.

She put on a pleasant smile, and look at them with a shrug of her shoulders.

"I feel like I have walked into something privately," she says sweetly fluttering her eyelashes and give them all a smile, nervously laughing she covers her lips up anxiously, "I guess I found the right place. Anyone else had a crazy day so far? Hehehehe." she giggles like a sweet girl a little younger than her age would have you believe.

Strangers of Mist - M

It seemed like just yesterday she was working at the shop when she received a message on her phone. She thought nothing of it, she got text message all the time notifying her of clients who had scheduled her in. Taking a peak she saw she had received a message from a blocked number;

Unknown: Do you have time to talk? Meet me at the Big City Java shop.

Me: Who is this?

Unknown: Someone who knows who you really are.

Me: Hahaha. What a funny little troll you are. You have no idea what it means to mess with me.

Unknown: I have every idea of what it means to mess with you. Come or don’t. There are other ways of doing this, with or without your compliance.

Me: I hope you are entertained by this. I’m not.

Who did they think they were? Messaging her like that. These kids with their fancy technology these days learning to exploit it and trouble people like her trying to make a living. She huffs and places down the phone onto a counter. Her receptionist Jodie looked at her.

“Boy trouble?” she ask her.

“Some internet troll thinking he’s being funny,” Morgana told her fixing her hair, “Wants me to meet them at the Big City Java. Probably part of this whole elaborate prank or no one shows while they watch from a distance to laugh at how stupid I was to show up there.”

Jodie clicks her long nails on her keyboard, “These pranks are really getting elaborate and out of hand, someone should do something about it.”

“I agree,” Morgana told her nodding her head.

Grabbing her phone off the counter Morgana stared at empty chairs in her waiting room. It wasn’t always this slow, they had a few good days on the island of nice weather. It teased you to go out and play in the sun, near the beach or on the port. Most people didn’t come in when the days almost tempted you to go out and play in them. Still it should pick up after lunch. Morgana smiled at Jodie.

“Want anything?” Morgana asked.

“I brought lunch from home today,” Jodie told her, “A drink would be nice.”

Morgana laughs.

“You’re funny,” Morgana tells her, “I’ll see what I can do.”

“And Morgana, don’t feed the trolls,” Jodie tells her with a wink.

“Riiight,” Morgana winks at her, before grabbing her purse and walking out the small clinic she managed to buy with the money her ex husband had left her.

To think that she could have had a child running around in the park on a warm, sunny day here on Del Rosa Island made her a bit melancholic. Sometimes it felt like she had lost everything that day. She didn’t like thinking about that though, and it was only ever a thought when she passed the school park. Tempting fate she walked into the coffeeshop she had been directed to come. Looking around the busy coffee shop she smiled and laughed, “I’m here.” she says to no one in particular.

Walking to the counter, next to order, someone in a black trench coat cut in front of her. She would have said something, it was hard to make out the details of their face.

“I’m glad you have come to talk with me,” even their voice was distorted a little.

Okay now this was getting weird.

“I am not here for you,” she tells them.

They give a small chuckle, “Maybe not. But I am an opportunist, and I’ll take it.”

She pretends to not hear them, they order a drink for her. She wraps her arms around her chest and glares at them.

“Who are you anyway?” she asked, “This is really elaborate for a prank. And how can you hide in such plain sight?”

They give a small, heh, before giving an answer, “I supposed there’s no point in lying to you. I’m an agent, but that’s as far as I can tell you.”

“What does an agent want from me?” she asked, she was about to grab the cup of coffee ordered for her, but they took it for her and handed it to her. She glared. She was no pretty doll to be toyed with. If this was this agent’s way of asking her out she would not have it.

“The truth,” he told her.

The truth? What the hell did that mean? She really wanted to hit him. He had no right to toy with her like this. Against her own instincts she took a sip of coffee.

But all of that seemed like a hazy dream as she slowly peeled her eyes open, finding herself in a beige bedroom. There were pictures on the wall, all of them seemed explicitly there to invoke some sense of familiarity. Except that none of this was familiar to her. Quickly getting out of the bed she started to look around, it’s winterous outside compared to where she lived.

A city encased in a sheet of ghostly ice. No cars. No sound of traffic or people walking. Only the funny whine and hum of machines people were very much use to when they sat in “silence”. Quickly flipping open the laptop in the room in hopes to message someone, she found herself staring at a message when she opened the web browser.

Don’t want to cause distress? Or harm? What did any of that mean? They saw the irony, right? This is already distressing to wake up in some strange luxurious hotel. Being drugged and taken against her will. They did see that they already made her a victim? And when she figured all of this out she would sue whomever did this to her.

For emotional distress. The message said something about other people. Well then she guess she’d just have to work her charm on them to get them to leave with her. There was no way she was going to stay here and deal with all of this nonsense. There was no way this should be legal.

Leaving the hotel room in a huff she headed towards where the message had directed her next. To meet these so called others.

No Hope, No Glory, No Problem - A No More Heroes RP

Ruby Dragon

It is said that she was able to take over Destroy University with money alone. While most would not know the innocent, and eloquent Ruby is an assassin. She has managed to take over the school with her families wealth alone. It is said her father has made massive payments to Destroy University which essentially gives her a tyrannical rule over the school. Any student, any teacher, heck any security on campus might be under her thumb. She might be a student, but she is not to be underestimated.

Strangers of Mist - M

“The fairest rose of the garden.”

Age: 27

Occupation: Holistic Therapist - Use of alternative medicines to heal those who are in desperate need and care. They are the abandoned people of society because natural medicine does nothing for them.

Appearance:

There’s something behind her eyes that adds to her allure. Bohemian dresses around a curvaceous body, that she strides with confidence. Roman sandals, and and ankle long dresses, a flower clipped in her raven black hair and sweeping makeup. It is her allure and mystique that makes many feel comfortable coming to her. Standing at 5’5”, she’s not a very intimidating individual. Instead she seems a bit like fragile flower petals.

The Alluring Rose

Trap You Under my Skin

Personality:

Anyone who knows Morgana knows her as the most charming and beautiful woman they have ever met. She doesn’t have a mean bone in her body many people say. They don’t know how the world has created such a beautiful and alluring woman. Despite her aloof mystique Morgana is in fact a tender woman who cares deeply about other people.

She will always go out of her way to selflessly help others. Looking for rare ingredients to save her patients. She always tries to give them hope that there is indeed more in the world and encourages them to live on and fight the diseases that ails them.

She’s open minded, loving and very caring despite not sharing much of her past. Considering it too painful to recall. She rarely loses her temper, and seems fairly emotional. Crying in very moving moments. When her patients weep for a lost one, she weeps with them. When her friends invite her to weddings, she cries with tears of joy.

A bubbly and energetic woman, who attracts many people with a simple look. There’s not a soul who believe that she has done anything bad in her life. She is truly a Saint. She should be as recognizable to them as the Virgin Mary they say.

There’s no one who doesn’t love Morgana or sings her praises. There is nothing negative to note about Morgana.

She loves tango music. She loves blood oranges. And tropical tasting drinks. She dreams of finding her prince charming and hopes to someday find the right man for her. Which shouldn’t be too hard many of them line up at the door to see if they have a shot with her.

Major Skills:

Seduction -

A girls’ gotta have a few secrets. Morgana is a master at seduction. She can put most men, even woman under her spell. It allows her to get by without much consequence. Or allows her to use someone else to do her work for her if need be. Her sweet and sexy personality makes most not feel so threatened by her presence.

Whip Proficiency -

It’s just a little fun hobby of hers, again a girl has to have some of her secrets, right. Morgana may not be able to use a gun, but she knows how to use a whip efficiently.

Pole Dancing -

Oh this. This is just for fun. It's great exercise.

Minor Skills:

Lockpicking -

She has some very deft hands. Able to get in where she may need. It was just something she started picking up online. Wanted a new skill.

Alternative Medicine -

Morgana is quite knowledgeable on alternative medicines. She actually knows quite many home remedies with common herbs. She can classify many plants in an environment, even knows which ones are poisonous and which ones are edible. She’s also quite knowledgeable in healing crystals and aromatherapy.

Exotic Dancing -

Just great exercise. I am not conventional.

What I tell People About Me:

Do you know how hard it is to be a woman afraid to be alone? Always leaping out shadows, afraid that he may come back. I don’t like being alone because it reminds me of all the hardship and strife that I have had to go through to make it in life. A man will never understand the fear or know the pain of losing your life because men hurt woman.

I use to be your typical woman. Housekept, imprisoned by a man who would come home angry and frustrated. He’d hit me till I went numb. And would use my body even when I said no. I eventually fell pregnant to this man I called my husband. He didn’t think about our future. I was a kept housewife. I was a prisoner in my own home. One day he got so angry with me, he hurt me so much, that we lost our baby.

He was even angrier than. I somehow mustered the strength to survive. I somehow mustered the will to escape and flee. I ended up in a woman’s shelter for batter woman and I decided that I wanted to give abck to the community. So I went into alternative medicines to help people who struggle in the current system that would not understand their pain.

They didn’t understand that my womb has scars, so why would they understand the struggle of all these patients? Now in the warm and sunny tropical city, I give back to a community that has shown me love where I had not known love.

It’s difficult because it’s been my whole life. My father walked out on me and my mother. And my mother was depressed and alone. She was always crying. I didn’t know love. Until I came to Sunny Springs. They brought warmth to a life that had only known coldness.

My truth:

How do you know I am not lying? How do you know if what I tell people is or isn't the truth? You cannot determine those things about people.

Theme Song:

Misc: I accept to your terms.

No Hope, No Glory, No Problem - A No More Heroes RP

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Holding hands. A person to person exchange. Giddy with excitement being lead to an exit. Vincent wasn’t use to giddiness. Most the time conversations ended in I’ll fuck your brains out. Probably from some kid who did not understand the context of brain matter on walls. Gritty. Grainy. Bits of fractured skull. Or I’ll skull fuck you. Vincent’s not even sure how that works. The fragile edges of the skull would probably damage something before you even got an erection.

“..” Vincent clears his throat, “Walking.” he says, as they exit out of the bar. Onto the streets. Paradise. So sheltered and far away from fields glowing orange. And the sound of crying children. He remembers something like this. Hands. Holding hands. Taking a girl out of a building. Taken from her home. To be used and discarded like a tissue on the floor of dirty apartment.

“We can,” Vincent paused, “Do both.” he takes a second, “plan for the future. And exchange conversation.” he takes another moment, “As long as.” Vincent points left, “it doesn’t bother you the way I speak.”

Allison laughed lightly, shaking her head. ”Please, at least I can understand you. The only thing that bothers me is not being able to track down a certain assassin who holds information I need,” she replied with a slight flourish of her free hand. ”Perhaps later we can find the Nazi and do some damage somewhere. She seems like a blitzing tank. I'm a sneaky, recon, silent killer. You seem a little between us, just by appearances. I think we'll do well together.”

An assassin who holds information she needs? Perhaps he’d take the offer. He had been so use to working in a little corner he hadn’t done team building in a while.

“The Nazi seems,”...“to be a wildcard,” Vincent cracks his knuckles before continuing, “Team building exercises. Are always good ways to find. Combos. Weaknesses.” How much should he give? They were a team. How long has it been that he worked with people? “I am trained in a number of skill sets. Martial. Stealth. Weaponry. I was part of a recon team. But I was called for combat roles as well. When we were low manpower.”

”Mhmm, yes. It'll be alright. Maybe we can go after someone higher in the lists, help all of us.” Allison lifted her mask, her lips raising in a smile. ”God, the air feels nice.”

Her grip on his hand tightened briefly as she let him see her face. ”You'll see it eventually, but I do expect you to take my face to the grave… Or until my vengeance is done.”

He points to take the next right. He’s taken a lot of things to the grave. Taken a lot of secrets with him. Like invisible dog tags people couldn’t see you wear. He doesn’t make note of it. Death is death. He just nods acknowledging her request.

“My name is Vincent,” he tells her, “Not that my name matters. Everything important to the name. Is dead.In here.” He said pointing to a short detour through an alleyway, “The air is nicer. Pollution always smells better. Than burning bodies.”

”Mhmm, yes, I can agree. The mask filters some, but it's no gas mask. Rotting bodies aren't much better, either, and I've dealt with both,” she agreed quietly. ”Allison, by the by.”

Vincent nods. Picking at his jacket to get a fuzz ball off, letting it fall to the sidewalk. Rolling away.

“When I do laundry. It reminds me of napalm. Both a comfort. And a worry,” Vincent detour ends up in a neighborhood not a business district, “Now. Please do not be. One of those animal loving people and call the animal cops on my supplier.”

”Please, luv, when you pull a blade across a throat and feel the warmth of their life blood flowing out into the world and your hand… When you've seen the Void and what lies within… None of this matters, I guarantee you that.”

The Mark flared to life, visible through her glove, as she activated Dark Vision, taking a good look at the interior living beings inside. Nothing worrying. She relaxed slightly as the Mark faded.

”The only things that worry me still think I'm dead, I hope.” she added under her breath, pulling her mask back down.

“Lives matter.” Vincent told her, “The most disrespect you could do. Is not give them weight. Respect is still needed. No matter how much dead. I may not remember each individual. But I respect death. I respect life has weight.”

Vincent lead her to a house. Sign reads; Fur Real Pups. The sound of two guard dogs beginning to bark. The sound of someone’s subwoofer from the back of their car. Hanging low on the driveway. Shiny rims. Guys in baggy pants. Black. Not going to go around that. Playfully punching each other. Ladies half dressed sitting on porch lawn chairs sipping drinks. One of the girls threw a piece of paper at Andrei, one of the Steel Siders.

“Chrome, yo, brought a friend”

“.....” Vincent stares.

“ ‘Ight, we got those pups,”

“....”

It doesn’t take long for them to be running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Eventually three puppies were coming. Vincent handed one to Allison lazily.

“Let us go,” he told Allison. This was a transaction he made when they were born.

Allison idly scratched behind the pups ears, running a hand down the soft fur. ”Next stop?

Vincent didn’t think about that. He had forgotten that he needed to pick the pups up today. He couldn’t take the pups back to the warehouse. Not with Allison around. Vincent looked stumped.

“Keep it,” he said dryly, “I’ll give one to the Nazi. She better not eat. Puppies. That’s for Koreans.”

Allison laughed, loud and slightly insane.

Koreans were always doing something weird. Well anyone outside their own culture. Did something weird. But the Nazi did have tentacles. Maybe she ate puppies. Because she wasn’t entirely human. Then again, was he entirely human he wondered?

Strangers of Mist [High Casual- Mystery]

Here's my WIP @AngelofOctober I'll have it fixed, I'm off Wednesday and Sunday. So I'll probably complete it between then.

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