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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 28, 2016 12:15:31 GMT -5
I'm bored, none of the people I rp with are online. I love, love, love historical but am really open to anything I guess. I am looking for an rp partner who is: - Literate
- Active (of course, I get it that we can't all be active. I have exams coming up)
- Advanced (10+ lines at the very least, but would prefer 15-20+)
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Post by Bloodrose on Nov 28, 2016 12:29:52 GMT -5
Hey! I can do historical! I'm great with anything greek mythology kinda thing, unless you have something in mind already?
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 28, 2016 12:31:30 GMT -5
[Ooh, ancient history is my jam! I tend to safely tuck myself in Ancient Rome, for which I have a couple of plots, but if you're looking at ancient greece that could be fun in terms of potentially including fun supernatural mythology-type elements x]
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Post by Bloodrose on Nov 28, 2016 12:35:04 GMT -5
(I'm good with Rome too hmm... maybe a Greek demigod brought into slavery and forced to fight as a gladiator? That would be cool)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 28, 2016 12:38:00 GMT -5
[Ooh, I did have a plot quite similar to that already. So one character (mine usually) is a Celtic warrior who had been captured in battle and brought into slavery. The other charrie is the daughter/son of the Roman emperor. The gladiator loses their fight and the emperor's son or daughter votes to save their life and then we generally go from there.
If you want we can use the same plot and use the Greek as the gladiator, and then you can be the gladiator if you want?]
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Post by Bloodrose on Nov 28, 2016 12:42:36 GMT -5
(Ooh I see!!! Hmmm.... why don't we twist it and have two gladiators? Maybe we can have them escape together, and go on a type of quest to try and get to their respective homes)
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Post by Bloodrose on Nov 28, 2016 12:43:20 GMT -5
(Maybe your celt has been a gladiator for a few months and knows the ropes, my Greek is newly brought in?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 28, 2016 12:45:42 GMT -5
[Ooh, yes, sounds amazing. I like it! I think we're settled with the plot then.
Would you like to start or would you like me to?]
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Post by Bloodrose on Nov 28, 2016 12:57:09 GMT -5
(I can start ^.^)
Damianos snarled as he was forcefully dragged by three men into an unfamiliar place, blindfolded. He angrily lurched away when they attempted to force him to his knees, and his head was shoved to the dirt, a knee holding him in place. He felt his hands pulled further behind his back and the rattling of chains as he was presumably tied to a wall, before his head was released and he felt his captors move away. He listened with prickling fear on his spine to the foreign voices of the romans, and wondered where he had been brought. He tilted his head, listening to the clang of a door closing, and he slowly turned his head, wondering if he was alone. 'I must admit I'm impressed they even managed to get me here.' He thought to himself. At 6'5" he wasn't exactly a small man; and as a demigod and son of Ares he was aggressive, powerful and a fright with a weapon.
(I'm sorry my knowledge is a little blank when it comes to gladiators actually, I've kept him blindfolded for the time being so you can maybe fill the blanks? Ahaha! I'll be back in twenty minutes or so, I'm eating tea)
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Post by Bloodrose on Nov 28, 2016 13:11:31 GMT -5
(And I'm back)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 28, 2016 13:14:17 GMT -5
[No problem. So that beginning is fine; gladiators would be brought to the Arena and kept in small cage-like cells, almost like animals. Presuming he's locked in, I'll just pretend that someone has taken his blindfold off because with someone as aggressive as him, nobody would want to go back in there to take his blindfold off XD Anyway, they'd spend their days training, building up to fights. Usually fights would take place in lat morning to early evening, so gladiators trained any other times. There's be days when gladiators didn't have to fight, though, obviously, as they can't afford to have every gladiator fighting every day otherwise they'd run out of living gladiators quite fast During fights, if a gladiator was beaten, they would raise their left arm to the crowd, triggering a vote. Thumbs up for sparing the gladiator's life, thumbs down (well, actually, a thumb drawn across the neck, but we'll keep it simple) for the gladiator to be killed If a gladiator was injured but lived, they would often be disgraced and sold on as a household slave. If you have any specific questions feel free to ask] "Who's the fresh meat?" growled a deep voice in the darkness; every man in the damp darkness had caught a glimpse of the new gladiator passing them, a fleeting shape in the dull light. "Someone too much bigger than you for you to be calling them 'fresh meat'" replied a voice dryly, a little distance away from the first one. The second voice was thickly accented, clearly different from the Roman tones of the first voice. It belonged to another tall man, but he was leanly muscular, not as large and intimidating as Damianos. He was still muscular, but in a much different way. His muscles were springy runner's muscles, from his upbringing among the hills of Britain, and the muscles he had gained from his warrior training and his gladiator training were layered on top of these. Aedan was a pale, blond man with blue eyes, easily distinctive among the Roman and Greek gladiators, who were often more tan with dark hair and brown eyes. But him being different from the other gladiators hadn't stopped him from fitting in. His wry jokes and sarcastic sense of humour had helped the others to forget he was different from them. But he hated it when a new gladiator came, because he would have to be accepted all over again.
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Post by Bloodrose on Nov 28, 2016 13:24:01 GMT -5
(aaaa thankyou! It's been so long since I've done something like this)
Damianos slowly calmed his breathing, straining to listen as he picked up the voices. Once his eyes had adjusted to the darkness and he could see his knees, he slowly lifted his gaze. He silently examined the area around him, brow furrowed on deep green eyes, unnatural for a dark-skinned Greek such as himself. His skin and hair was that of the typical Greek however; both dark, his hair soft curls cropped close to his head. Anger swelled in his chest again at the freedom he had lost, and he roared with anger, lurching forwards a second time; the chains audibly creaked as they strained to hold him- but hold him they did and he fell back to lean on the wall, chest heaving from his effort. He was already exhausted from lack of sleep as he'd been transported to Rome.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 28, 2016 13:31:39 GMT -5
Aedan listened to the shouts with everyone else, then spoke out into the silence.
"Relax," he said simply "Screaming will not help you, it will only sap your strength and get the rest of us into trouble. Just shut up and you'll be fine. Trust me, we've all been there."
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 28, 2016 13:32:34 GMT -5
(Sorry its so short btw x It'll be longer next time)
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Post by Bloodrose on Nov 28, 2016 13:34:55 GMT -5
The male cocked his head to listen, then slowly forced his heart to calm itself, and his mind to settle. He unfolded his legs to cross them, then took a deep breath and released it. Once he was calm, he murmured, 'I'm sorry.' Another pause, and then; 'Where am I?'
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Post by Bloodrose on Nov 28, 2016 13:37:58 GMT -5
(It's alright! All replies vary its no biggie to make em huge)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 28, 2016 13:40:18 GMT -5
Aedan replied calmly, evenly, like he had given this speech a hundred times before.
"You are in Rome, underneath the Coliseum. You're going to be a gladiator, like us. I'm Aedan, and I'm sure the others will introduce themselves whenever they decide to. I've been a gladiator the longest of any of the men in this room, so if you have any questions, you ask me"
Five years. He had only been eighteen when he was first taken for a slave, and yet it felt like it had been an eternity.
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Post by Bloodrose on Nov 28, 2016 13:52:01 GMT -5
He sucked his breath in sharply as he was told, before releasing an angry stream of insults, followed by more insults aimed at his gods, and then finally ending with a not-so-polite comment on the current Roman emperor. He paused as he heard a few of the Greek gladiators begin to laugh, slowly relaxing again. 'wonderful.' He eventually said. He sighed, then looked down at his wrists. 'What on earth did they make these chains out of?' He murmured, straining his wrists to try and separate them. 'How long will they keep me down here?' He then inquired.
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Post by Bloodrose on Nov 28, 2016 13:52:26 GMT -5
(Might make Damianos younger and extremely reckless lol)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 28, 2016 13:57:56 GMT -5
Aedan had picked up enough offhand Greek over five years of being a gladiator to understand at least enough of what the Greek had said to be able to laugh a little
"The chains? Iron" Aedan replied "And they'll keep you down here until morning, when we go out for training. It's fine, though. In a few hours you'll be able to see and then it's not so bad."
He looked out of the tiny high window in the wall, barely a slit, that allowed him to see the moon, parts of his face catching the moonlight. It was at night that he missed him home the most. The sky was so different here, and would never be anything like the familiar sky of his home.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 28, 2016 13:59:03 GMT -5
(Might make Damianos younger and extremely reckless lol) Lol I like that. With big-brother Aedan to look after him XD)
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Post by Bloodrose on Nov 28, 2016 14:00:36 GMT -5
Damianos paused. 'How do you know they will let me out, with all the effort it took to actually get me here?' His lips twitched as he remembered the amount of men he'd broken bones in or killed as they'd tried to drag him onto the ship; in the end they had had to drug him. Even after that he'd fought restrained on the ship, and then again on his way into the actual coliseum.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 28, 2016 14:01:16 GMT -5
(Might make Damianos younger and extremely reckless lol) Lol I like that. With big-brother Aedan to look after him XD)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 28, 2016 14:04:58 GMT -5
Damianos paused. 'How do you know they will let me out, with all the effort it took to actually get me here?' His lips twitched as he remembered the amount of men he'd broken bones in or killed as they'd tried to drag him onto the ship; in the end they had had to drug him. Even after that he'd fought restrained on the ship, and then again on his way into the actual coliseum. "Because you're exactly the kind of person they'd want to put in front of a crowd. People would pay to see you fight. Besides, it is pointless having a gladiator and keeping them imprisoned. Trust me, my friend, it doesn't matter who you are, once they've got you, there are only two ways of getting out. Death or being given your freedom"
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Post by Bloodrose on Nov 28, 2016 14:18:38 GMT -5
'The words of a broken slave.' Damianos said. 'If they want to see me fight, I will fight.' He closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall, shuffling to get comfortable, finally feeling sleep heavy on his lids. 'Mitera did not raise a coward.' He murmured, voice trailing off as he succumbed to exhaustion.
The next morning he woke before the others, wincing at the stiffness in his neck. He blearily recalled the events of the previous night, and attempted to stand, finding he could /just/ stretch his legs without the chains stopping him. His arms ached terribly and he sighed with frustration, already longing for open air and the ability to stretch his limbs.
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Post by Bloodrose on Nov 28, 2016 14:22:13 GMT -5
(So sorry for his rudeness he runs his mouth a lot)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 28, 2016 14:27:26 GMT -5
"You may judge me only when you have been without freedom as long as I have," replied Aedan firmly "And when you have tried to imagine ways to escape for as long as I have"
He too, after a few minutes, succumbed to sleep.
When Aedan woke, usually the first, he found that the Greek man was already awake, pacing with the impatience of one not used to the confinements of chains.
He stood up, too, but had learned how to stretch his own legs without taking up too much space and without intruding on any of the others.
"I am glad to see you slept. Some don't, on their first night, and they bug us with questions for hours"
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 28, 2016 14:28:10 GMT -5
(So sorry for his rudeness he runs his mouth a lot) (No, I love it lol. It's hilarious)
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Post by Bloodrose on Nov 28, 2016 14:32:00 GMT -5
"You may judge me only when you have been without freedom as long as I have," replied Aedan firmly "And when you have tried to imagine ways to escape for as long as I have" He too, after a few minutes, succumbed to sleep. When Aedan woke, usually the first, he found that the Greek man was already awake, pacing with the impatience of one not used to the confinements of chains. He stood up, too, but had learned how to stretch his own legs without taking up too much space and without intruding on any of the others. "I am glad to see you slept. Some don't, on their first night, and they bug us with questions for hours" He jumped as the male spoke and looked up, meeting his gaze. 'They wish to know more than they need.' He replied, continuing to pace the best that he could. 'Those trained to kill need only know when to raise their sword or drop it.' He grumbled; leaning against the wall again, the only place he could properly reach, and began to jiggle his leg instead. His stomach growled and he looked down at it with frustration, annoyed that it had given away his hunger.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 28, 2016 14:38:11 GMT -5
"They wish to know exactly enough, but the things they want to ask can only be learned. If you think that knowing what to do with your sword is the only thing you need to know out there, then you won't last long." Aedan replied simply "You have to be able to play to the crowd, and you even have to know how to manipulate the minds of the other gladiators. These are no ordinary fights. If the people don't like you, you will die. It doesn't matter how strong you think you are. If you win too easily, they'll get bored and you'll be killed off and forgotten,"
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