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Post by ᴀʟᴀɴᴀ » on Mar 25, 2018 18:48:49 GMT -5
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Post by tenny on Mar 26, 2018 17:51:38 GMT -5
name,,nickname ;; goldfish / gold roleplay example ;; this is an example from my Camp Half-Blood roleplay, it's on the longer side of my posts. I usually do around 500 words but can match my partners lenth. plot ideas? ;; I like anything fantasy/medieval or like dystopian/apocalyptic anything else! ;; I tend to be on at least once or twice a day, with replies going up during lunch time or anytime after 5 EST
Ben woke with a start, inhaling deeply, and springing off the ground into a sitting position. He stared down at his right arm, flexing his fingers, studying it incredulously. Aside from the scar wrapping around his forearm you never would have known it was cut off. He looked down, his clothes still stained with his blood from his last battle, the wound that had killed him was no replaced by a deep scar running from his collar bone to the center of his chest. The son of Hephaestus then brought his hand to his left ear, snapping loudly, and wining at the noise. "Everything's here and everything works... that's good... at least I won't be handicapped." He stood up, brushing the dirt off his pants, studying his surroundings. It seemed as if he was in the center of some dark and dingy swamp. "Florida?" The demigod whispered. "Close, but you are not that fortunate, Son of Hephaestus." A voice called, just a few feet behind him. Instantly Ben turned the dial on his watch, watching it turn into a double sided battle ax, and seamlessly directing it at the throat of the stranger. It wasn't long after that, that Ben realized he wasn't in Florida.
"O Captain. My Captain. Charon the Ferryman, what do I owe this pleasure?" The demigod questioned, a smirk on his face. "You think it wise to chide the Ferryman of Hades himself, Aeneas Kinter?" Ben rolled his eyes, he had heard stories that Charon had a bit of an attitude, but he couldn't really visualize it until now. "Here to take me to Asphodel?" No reply. Ben rolled his eyes and reached into his pocket, tossing a drachma to him, as the immortal being looked at it with distaste. "Take it or leave it bud, that's all I got." It was Charon's turn to roll his eyes this time. "You are destined for greater things Aeneas Kinter." Ben sighed, he really hated being called Aeneas. Ben's namesake was her mom's favorite Greek Hero, apparently Hephaestus, Ben's dad, told stories of the Demigod all the time. "So what? Elysium?" No reply. Ben sighed softly, as he was out of coin, and didn't want anymore riddles to deal with. "Well let's get on with it. I'm sure you're a busy person... Where's your boat?" The demigod looked around, in search of the Ferryman's ferryboat. Charon snapped his fingers and a decrepit rowboat appeared on the shore near the two. Ben looked quizzically at the rundown boat, but boarded it nonetheless.
It was a rather long boat ride, sailing through the river Acheron, Ben looked into the water very briefly and immediately regretted it. Everything he had given up on, or not achieved, or regretted flashed before his eyes in an instant. He reared back into the boat, almost tipping it. He hadn't realized the river was calling him, and that he was inches from drowning in a river of forgotten dreams, for eternity. Ben inhaled deeply, glaring at Charon. "Thanks for the warning... they don't exactly mention that in any of the stories..." He muttered angrily. "What you do is none of my concern, nor is it my business. I am here to guide you through the river, if you fall in... well... Gods be with you." Ben rolled his eyes, for at least the thirtieth time this trip, he had lost count after he hit twenty-something.
"Aeneas." Ben heard his name, a whisper that was barely audible, and turned back to curse at Charon. "I told you-" That's when it hit him. It was a woman's voice that he had heard, not Charon. "Are there sirens here too?" He growled, activating his watch, which turned into a studded iron ball attached to a chain. Charon said nothing. "Aeneas!" The voice was louder this time, and most definitely belonged to a woman... a familiar sounding woman at that. Why does she sound so familiar? "Aeneas! You dare raise your weapon to your own mother? After you had the audacity to go ahead and forget her voice!" The voice called again, this time even louder, as if it were coming from right beside him. He turned to the voice, swinging the ball over his head, ready to strike in an instant. "Aeneas Kinter, dass ich nicht schlagen!" Ben flinched at the words, the last thing he wanted to do was get slapped by his supposed mother, especially at a time like this. "Where are you?" The demigod called, his eyes scanning the river in search of his mother.
"I am here, mein sohn!" Ben felt a tap on his shoulder and quickly turned around, and to his disbelief, it was his mother standing in front of him. "What? But how? Who?" He looked back and forth between his mother and Charon, waiting for a response from either. "How do I know you're not a monster?" Ben asked, his weapon still in his hands. Hanna Kinter rolled her eyes and smacked Ben, just behind his ear like she always used to do when he was a kid. Ben flinched momentarily before wrapping his arms around his mother. "It's you, it's really you! You haven't changed at all in ten years!" Tears were pouring down his face as he held on tight to his mortal parent. "Well duh Aeneas, that's what happens when you die. But you on the other hand! Oh danke der Götter! Sie schauen nichts wie dein Vater! Außer den Muskeln! Güte!" Hanna switched to German, something she often did when she was excited. Ben smiled. She had always pronounced his name wrong-Ahn-ijus but if he told her that, she'd simply say that everyone else was saying it wrong and that she was right. He rolled his eyes as she continued. If dad was so ugly... why'd you have a kid with him? Though he knew if he asked her she would slap him, and curse at her in German, as she always did.
"Wh-what are you doing here?" He questioned, still amazed he was seeing her for the first time in ten years. "What am I doing here? What are you doing here? I told you to always be careful, and here you are dying for a son of Hades! He can probably come back to life anytime he wants, you my son. Cannot." Hanna glared at her son, but her eyes become softer as his expression grew dark. "Mein sohn, I am so proud of you for sacrificing yourself for your friends. You are a true hero, Elysium would be not be near good enough for you, I'm saddened, yet happy that you must leave so soon..." She sighed, stroking his hair softly. "I have come to give you my blessing. The man said it must be done to fulfill the prophecy."
Ben's mind was going a mile a minute. Blessing? What man? What prophecy? Why all of these riddles? However he knew better than to ask his mother that many questions at once."I can tell you are confused, and I cannot tell you much, for I do not know enough. All I know is that I am to give you my blessing, and that your friend will come save you, as you saved him." She stated. "What blessing mom? And Simon? Simon can't come here can he? He's out of reach of the gods... speaking of... why am I here?" He turned to look at Charon, as these were questions he had to answer. "Special orders. We're crossing the Styx, do it quickly." The ferryman said, not bothering to make eye contact with either of the Kinter's. Ben turned to his mother. "Jetzt werden Sie sicher sein, für immer." Now you will be safe, forever. Those were the last words he heard before she pushed him into the waters below.
Ben sank faster than a ten ton rock shot out of a cannon into the Styx. He was drowning with no hope of ever resurfacing. Ihr Schal, dumm. The voice of his mother rang out through his head. Why my scarf? Why are you telling me this? Then Ben finally connected the dots. His mother had given him his blessing to bathe in the River Styx, for what? He didn't know, but he did know that if this was to work, he needed to think of an 'Achilles heel'. My scarf, mother are you sure? That seems painfully... easy to reach. There was no reply, but he didn't need one. Ben focused all of his energy and concentration onto the area where his chin and his neck met together. All of a sudden a blast of... something, he didn't know what it was, shot him up closer to the surface, but he was still to far away to swim for it. The demigod would run out of breath before long and he would drown in the river.
No! I cannot die!... again... I can't. He thought of Ezreal, Skylar, Carly, and Simon. He had to protect them, that was his task that Chiron trusted him with, and he would not fail! With a renewed sense of purpose, Ben shot up to the surface of the river, gasping for air as he pulled himself onto the boat. His mother was gone and Charon hadn't even batted an eye. "It is time to meet the king of this domain."
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Post by ᴀʟᴀɴᴀ » on Mar 27, 2018 8:44:04 GMT -5
apologies,, headed to bed c; as for the world, we could create one like Aladdin, if you would like. aladdin is pretty cold c; as for character pairings,, mxf works for me! i'm comfortable with whatever (^: so plotwise, what do you think should happen? im brainstorming a couple possibilities dealing with royals vs marketplace,, etc
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Post by WhispersintheMist on Mar 31, 2018 16:45:35 GMT -5
Nicknames: Wing or Elle RP sample: A clump of ferns sprouting at the base of a tall pine quivered in the still air. Brightspark froze, her leaf-green eyes focused on the shadowy gap among the stems, which revealed a smudge of soft gray. Nothing except the tenseness of her muscles, coiled to spring at a moment’s notice, and the gleam in her eyes, narrowed with determination, betrayed her interest. She gently lowered her lean body into a crouch and softly crept forward, putting one snowy-white paw in front of the other, one at a time with painstaking slowness. The scents of dead, frost-sharpened needles and the sharp, strong tang of pine sap released into the cold, crisp air were all ignored as she concentrated on the one warm, mouth-watering scent that mattered: mouse! Brightspark hadn't tasted mouse since she'd left ThunderClan after her mother had joined StarClan seven moons ago. Her father, Brackenclaw, hadn't exactly given her the warm welcome she'd been expecting. He had been harsh and abusive, refusing to recognize that she, daughter of Pebbletail, sister of the late Flamekit, was his daughter also. His attention was centered on his ShadowClan mate, Swiftshadow. Now Brackenclaw was dead. His last moments had been spent writhing in agony as the hissing adder coiled at his paws slid away, leaving two fang marks in his victim's smooth ginger tabby pelt. Since then, Brightspark had always felt consumed with guilt: an unpleasant sensation that left a hard pebble in her stomach and a bitter taste on her tongue, which turned even the juiciest piece of fresh-kill to dust in her mouth. The rest of the border patrol she and her father had joined was out of sight and hearing. She had been the only one who saw the adder watching her father in the shadow of a boulder. She had been the one who didn't warn him as his paws strayed dangerously closer to the swaying reptile's body. She had been the one watching, frozen with horror, as the adder struck, sinking its fangs into Brackenclaw's foreleg, and then slinking away, forked tongue flickering a warning. She had stared, unresponsive, at her father as he writhed in agony, amber eyes which had always been so hard and cold as they glared at her now wide with fear and pleading, quickly clouding over as death crept in and stole over him, lifting his spirit to the stars. And what had she done? She had done nothing. Brightspark had indirectly caused her father's death. Brightspark mentally pushed away the memories of her stumbling away from Brackenclaw's body and meeting up the patrol, the memory of them coming across him, limbs twisted into unnatural positions, exclaiming with horror. She struggled to ignore the vision of seeing Swiftshadow's eyes, half-lidded eyes, always so disinterested in what her stepdaughter had to say, widening with shock at the news of her mate’s death, letting out a wild, despairing yowl that was flung up from the very depths of her heart, embodied with the overwhelming pain that had crashed over her so suddenly. Stop it! She scolded herself. I’m here, in ShadowClan territory right now, stalking a mouse. Which will get away if I keep revelling in dark memories. Brightspark suddenly felt an irresistible longing spark inside her and sear her insides, of fear and pain and anger, tearing to be let out on someone, something. She felt the power flexing in her haunches and pounced, slamming her paws down on her prey, abruptly cutting off its shriek of terror with a sharp nip to the neck. She felt the mouse’s tiny heart flutter wildly beneath her pawtips, slowly weakening until, with a last faint, throbbing beat, it died out all together. She regarded it with eyes bright with triumph, her tongue swiping a bead of blood off her muzzle. How did a mouse get so far into ShadowClan territory? The prey must be from StarClan, surely. Thank you, Pebbletail, she said silently, leaning down and grasping the still-warm mouse’s scruff and turning around to come back the way she’d come from. “Great StarClan, I’m supposed to be on a patrol!” she hissed aloud. She had been ordered to go out with Reedwhisker and catch some decent prey. By decent they probably mean frogs, lizards, and newts, she thought, wrinkling her nose. After seven moons she still hadn’t gotten used to ShadowClan’s slimy, scaled prey, yellow-bellied prey, and was certain she never would. Doubtless StarClan sent this mouse to her to give her a taste of her old, beloved forest home. Brightspark felt the tingling glow of love warm her heart and temporarily wash away the bitterness choking it as she thought of her mother. Pebbletail, the only one who had truly loved her, who had made her feel special in the midst of ThunderClan’s hostility. When she caught greencough and joined StarClan that blustery leaf-bare day, Brightspark had known that it was time to move on. ShadowClan, in truth, wasn’t much better than her old home, but Brightspark had vowed to find her place there, and she would. “Reedwhisker! Where in StarClan’s name are you?” she called, dropping the mouse at her paws. Her commanding meow carried on the frosty air, fading into silence. Brightspark ventured a few hesitant steps, her ears straining for any answering mew from the undersized black tom, then plunked down with a sigh. She would clean the mud off her paws while she waited for him to find her, and listen to the eerie song of the wind gushing through the trees and rattling the pine branches, so unlike the soothing whisper of rustling leaves she heard when the wind blew in her old forest home.
Plot Ideas: I'm making one in Warriors, which I'll send when I'm done. Anything else: If you want to do something in Warriors, what kind of thing are you interested in?
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Post by ᴀʟᴀɴᴀ » on Apr 1, 2018 14:28:37 GMT -5
WhispersintheMist i’m really geared more towards human role plays at the moment ;; funny to say on a warriors sight but rping warriors kinda wears out my muse. if you’re down for a human role play i totally would be tenny the med is ancient grounds, if i’m correct (at least that’s how it was is HOO), but i think that only mattered for romans. we can totally do that! do you want me to write up a quick overall plot for us?
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Post by WhispersintheMist on Apr 1, 2018 20:34:02 GMT -5
@y a r r o w
I'm developing a modern sci-fi plot that I'm going to put up in the 1x1 Search section when I have the time. I'll post the link when I do so you can check it out.
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Post by venus on Apr 6, 2018 19:55:35 GMT -5
ᴀʟᴀɴᴀ » hi! are you still interested in finding a rp partner? <: if so then i'll happily fill out a form
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Post by ᴀʟᴀɴᴀ » on Apr 7, 2018 7:36:27 GMT -5
tenny hey,, im so sorry i haven’t gotten the whole plot up. life has been HECTIC lately. i will get one up ASAP but probably not today,, i’ve been planning that ball and it’s taken a lot out of me venus hey, eventually yes. life has been v v hectic. pm me and we could probs start planning if you’d like !
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