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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Dec 3, 2016 23:30:32 GMT -5
I'm kinda of looking for a rp partner who is willing to type at least a paragraph, but more is always better. ^^
I wanna get into a rp that lasts longer den one day. lol
I'm fine with rping anything really just tell me what you like. Only thing I won't rp is animals, not my thing.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2016 23:35:06 GMT -5
Hello!
What do you like rping?
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Dec 3, 2016 23:36:07 GMT -5
(Greetings, I tend to rp mainly medieval type of stuff. However I'm willing to do anything as long as there's some kind of plot.)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2016 23:54:05 GMT -5
Hmm i haven't done medieval before so i might be a but rusty,do you have a plot in mind?)
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Dec 3, 2016 23:55:52 GMT -5
(Yea let me type up one real quick.)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2016 0:04:34 GMT -5
(Okay )
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Dec 4, 2016 0:06:50 GMT -5
(Alright this is a plot I've been wanting to do, it's kind of a mix of modern and medieval. As in there's cars, and guns however kings, and swords are still used.) Years ago the land of Atleria used to belong to the four great kingdoms. However the smallest of these kingdoms known as Larmia soon learned of a way to create monsters of intense power beings known as Primals. Creatures that shared strength equal to a god these creatures were soon named Nightmares as they could only come out during the night as the sun would harm them... However that kingdom soon learnt how to control the light of the world making it so darkness would overtake the light meaning longer nights, and shorter days.
As the years went on Larmia would soon turn the land of Atleria into two kingdoms the large imperial force of Larmia, and the last remaining land Larmia had yet to conquer. The land of Vermillion. While the Larmia used machines, and monsters to conquer the kingdom of Vermillion used magic a art that all citizens could use. However to use strong magic certain individuals had to give up humanity, and become a l'cie a creature of intense power, but by becoming one you are given a very short life span. So most L'cie are criminals who are forced to do it.
The plot will take place with Vermillion looking to end the long war with Larmia. My character will be the son of the king of Vermillion who seeing his dad debating on becoming a l'cie to save the kingdom decides to take his father's place as the Vermillion L'cie. Your character will be his companion who background is up to you. However she isn't a l'cie, at least not at the start. Maybe deeper in the rp she could become one.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2016 0:13:32 GMT -5
Sounds pretty good
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Dec 4, 2016 0:15:33 GMT -5
(Awesome shall I start?)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2016 0:16:32 GMT -5
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Dec 4, 2016 0:38:06 GMT -5
A few days ago the prince of Vermillion would have been sleeping in a fancy room with anything he could ever want right next to him. However that all changed yesterday during a royal meeting when his dad was about to announce he would undertake project L'cie, instead of his dad the prince instead stood up. He was tired of being known as the spoiled son of King Varz, he was tired of being a afterthought. However if he knew what it was like to began the process he would have thought to rethink this idea. For to be a l'cie you had to go through an intense week. For it wasn't as easy as asking to be one no you must be forced to feel near death, you must be forced to question why. To the citizens the process of being a l'cie was nothing more than a way to redeem yourself. However to the people who knew about the process they knew this was a cruel thing to do to someone.
The prince spent the last month taking beatings, and intense torture. The pretty boy face that was always paraded around the city was long gone. His face was scarred, and nothing on his body was unharmed. The twenty year old man looked like he was forty now just from this past week. At the current time his body was being dragged by two man inside a large room. "He's ready." The man on the right said to the soldier who gave a simple nod opening the door revealing a large crystal. The two man threw the body of the prince inside the room which was pitch black besides the crystal. "Let's go get his retainer." The man spoke again as they exited the door leaving the prince alone.
The prince used to look like a fancy handsome prince however his short raven black hair was quite long reaching to his shoulders, and his cleanly shaven face was gone now replaced by a huge bushy beard. His right eye was gone leaving only a white bandage to cover the mess. His left eye was still there as it stared at the large crystal. Moving his right arm to the ground he attempted to push himself up from the ground. As he did he felt a sting in his head, and he grunted in pain. 'Child of man, you doth seek my power. The power to destroy, a power thy would be held accountable for by thy life. Thy wouldst take this knowing full well the last l'cie died in a year of birth. Doth thou still wishst to obtain thy power?' The voice spoke to the prince his face showing nothing, but blankness as he looked at the large blue crystal. "..... I do." He spoke with pure determination as he looked at the crystal, and without warning a large purple ray struck him in his hard a scream of pain escaping him. 'Doth shan't no longer be man, but l'cie.' With that his body collapsed, and a woman carried his body out of the room bringing him to a chair in the waiting room.
"I know you just got down, but we can ill afford allowing you to recover. Your father is sending you, and a companion to the Larmia outpost to take it down. You are to leave tonight. For now you are to meet your companion, and then go clean yourself up. We have your battle gear in the room." The woman spoke with no emotion, and quickly left the prince to be alone. However she stopped at the door for a second. "Prin-... I mean l'cie Nero Varxus Vermillion I wish you luck on your mission." She said before leaving so Nero could wait in silence for his companion to be brought here.
(It's up to you if your character is a complete stranger, childhood friend, or whatever.)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2016 1:06:53 GMT -5
Thomas looked at up at the castle his only possessions were some currency and a dull blade splattered in dry blood and some money,a money pouch. he had gotten a job as the new castle guard through his friendship with the executioner that worked there,he walked up to the gate and gave the men there a curt nod "You're the new guy?" one of them asked with curiosity "Yes i am my name's Thomas" he replied calmly his family had been ecstatic too have him get a position in the castle,the men guarding the gate cleared him "Goodbye" he said waving at them both.
Nothing could make Thomas less happy to be working at the very home of the king of the land,his short brown hair was neat and his dark blue eyes shone with excitement.he looked at the paper he had been given too see where he would be working first "The dungeon?" he could see the clear words on the page he sighed Thomas had hoped to have been assigned a less Gloomy place. he sighed putting his negative thoughts aside and started heading down the stone staircase that led too the dark chambers of the dungeon.
(Sorry if my starters a bit short,Thomas can be the princes Childhood friend if you want)
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Dec 4, 2016 1:29:03 GMT -5
(Sorry for poof working on reply now.)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2016 1:30:51 GMT -5
(Okay)
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Dec 4, 2016 1:34:33 GMT -5
Nero sat silently as he awaited his new companion his eyes shut as he was still trying to deal with the new power flowing in his veins it was quite an odd feeling. One second he'd feel nothing but pain, but the next he'd feel pure bliss from the power of a l'cie. He opened his eyes hearing footsteps coming this way, and he stood up heading to the door opening it to meet his new companion outside of the room. Nero current garb was a prisoner's outfit however he would soon dawn the robe of a l'cie warrior soon enough. He could still feel the power forming the crystal had given him the power of the warrior. The ability to summon any weapon at any time, and know how to wield them. He could be swinging a sword, but in a quick second switch to a lance. Well that was the theory anyways. Seeing the man he looked at him with his one eye. "You ready to attack an outpost?" That was the first thing he decided to say since by tomorrow if all went well they'd already be in a battle.
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Post by Wearysoul on Dec 4, 2016 1:43:58 GMT -5
Sorry for interrupting! I just have to ask, would you be willing to do a duplicate of this plot? It's interesting and creative and I'd love to roleplay it, if you rather not I totally understand, just wanted to ask.
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Dec 4, 2016 1:47:26 GMT -5
(Yea I'm fine with that. ^^ I'll just change my character a bit.)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2016 1:49:45 GMT -5
Thomas yawned "Prison duty is so boring" he said out loud swinging on his chair.he could hear something but deiced to ignore it his spear still balanced on the wall.he adjusted his helmet sighing What am i doing here? he thought looking at the ceiling,all he could hear the faint whispers of the prisoners probably insane talking to themselves,his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door opening,he unsheathed his dagger and crept over to investigate.he saw a man with one eye and a beard with another person What are they doing? he heard the man speak attack a outpost! he ran too confront them "Stop right there!" he yelled.
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Post by Wearysoul on Dec 4, 2016 1:53:43 GMT -5
(Awesome! We could use your orignal starting post if you want, or I can start or you can make a new one?)
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Dec 4, 2016 1:56:48 GMT -5
(Could you make a starter, and I'll do a new post. I'm still debating on who to use. x3)
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Dec 4, 2016 2:00:38 GMT -5
Nero calmly looked at Thomas his face blank at the man's dagger. "You do know.... Pointing a dagger at a l'cie is extremely illegal." He spoke like a man who lost everything he had no emotion in his voice. It was like a empty husk was talking to someone. Crossing his arms he added, "Especially a prince, and a l'cie."By now the word of the prince becoming the new l'cie would have spread across the land as it was a big thing for a none criminal to take up the role. "I assume you are the man tasked with joining me in the battles ahead?" He questioned wondering if he got the wrong guy, and this guy was merely a new dungeon guard.
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Post by Wearysoul on Dec 4, 2016 2:01:44 GMT -5
(No problem, it'll just be a fit mintues ^^)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2016 2:09:44 GMT -5
Thomas was puzzled "But...you..why were you in prison?" he asked crossing his arms why would they lock up the prince? he pondered he didn't keep up with any of the recent news he didn't mean too make a assumption or get kicked out on his first day.Thomas rolled his eyes,though he shuddered thinking of what his family would do if he had too go crawling back to them,"the higher the class the more annoying" he muttered to himself.
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Post by Wearysoul on Dec 4, 2016 2:44:41 GMT -5
(Sorry that took so long!! I've been dealing with some wifi issues)
Marlow hummed a quiet tune as she waited patiently to be summoned from the empty room she'd been guided to the second she step through those grand castle doors. It 'twas a beautiful room indeed, widely spacious and spoke volumes of the amount of wealth the royal family enjoyed, and prehaps if she wasn't so unsettlingly anxious of the daunting task in her close future, she might have eyes for the highly expensive furniture or eye-catching set up of her surrodings, but as fate would have it, that was not the case. Instead she was left here, much more nervous then she wish to admit and constantly smoothing out her clothing with hands that's rough skin represented her life as a bodyguard. No soft, calloused hands here, free of the hardness and creases the use of a sword and harsh labor provide.
The young women held back a sigh and straightened the curve of her shoulders, no doubt being caught slouching would leave quite an impression. She absentmindly gripped the hilt of her sword hanging from her belt and the familiar feeling of the engraved silver steel immediately calmed her frenzied nerves, she could do this, she'd protect the young prince with everything her 22 years had taught her, and she'd succeed in keeping him alive. Well, at least for as long as he lasted, since now his perishing was of his own doing. Foolish, it was. Or so she thought. But that was royalty for you, recognized for its dramatics. Her opinion, of course, but never the less true in her mind. Her thoughts tended to veer away from the general population though, so she'd learned to keep quiet. Tucking back the dark stray curl that had escaped her long braid, her bright emerald green eyes flickered up at the faint thud of footsteps echoing down the long corridor. That could be for me. Marlow relaxed her hold on her sword and her procelain face returned to the cold, unreadable mask of a soldier. Here goes nothing.
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Dec 4, 2016 3:14:32 GMT -5
(No worries, it gave me time to iron out my new character. ^^)
The dark solitude is what kept the young man safe as he waited for the day to began. For months he had been beaten, and made to feel like he was nothing less worthy than a homeless man. His princely face reduced to look like that of a man who had seen hell. The torture one must go through to become a l'cie was the worst you could think of, that is why this process was kept hidden only a select group of people know about what goes on. To the people becoming a l'cie was as simple as asking the crystals for it. However that was a complete lie for to become a l'cie one must forgo everything that made them up as a person. Gaius Vermillion was once known as the prince who was more a entertainer then a warrior, a prince the people would laugh at over respect as king. That was one of the reasons Gaius felt the need to forgo this process. His platinum blonde hair that was always cut short now flowed down the front covering his eyes. Which made sense for during his torture something went a ray when one of the people torturing felt the need to not remove one eye, but both. Leaving the prince blind normally this wouldn't do, but the rumor has it that the more handicap the l'cie is the more power they are gifted.
The door to the chamber opened, and a big man grabbed the prince by his whitish locks pulling him by his hair as he dragged the body of the prince. At first this would cause the prince to fight back, but he was past broken now so he simply let it happen. The man soon tossed him in the dark room with the crystal, and shut the door leaving him to talk with the crystal. Gaius slowly stood up once alone, though barely as his right leg was barely able to work. For a twenty year old male he looked like a fifty year old war torn man. As he was about to talk a sting went off in his head, and he quickly grabbed his head. 'Child of the vermillion sun, doth has gone through the rite of the l'cie. By accepting thy powers your life will be shorten to two years, that is if you aren't kill earlier. If you accept I shall grant you the skills of the magician, and an extra gift as well to help with your sight.' Gaius listened calmly to the crystal. "I agree." He let out simply in a rasped tone this being the first time he spoke in months. As he did the crystal sent out a ray of light causing him to fall to the ground.
Hours later
Gaius soon awoken inside his room, a clean room with a maid tending to his l'cie robes. For while to become a l'cie is painful the act of being one is treated like being a hero at least sometimes depending on who is becoming the l'cie. The maid looked up, and smiled at his awakening. "Your bodyguard shall be along shorty, I've been informed you'll be sent out by the nights end.... We wish you had more time to recover, but the imperial army is making moves, and set up a outpost on a nearby village. You are to use your powers, and your bodyguard to infiltrate the outpost," She informed the message before exiting leaving the door open for his bodyguard. During his time passed out he was given a bath so he could quickly put on his robes along with a mask that would cover his eye sockets, and be ready to leave. Normally he'd be treated different, but since they blinded him they felt like helping a bit more. Putting on the pair of black robes quite easily despite being blind for the extra gift was quite clear. The ability sense everything quite easily he couldn't tell what he was wearing, or how he looked however he knew where he stood, and he'd be able to tell if someone was near.
(Sorry if the blind thing is annoying, I just felt it'd be a good differ from my other character. x3 If you don't like it I can quite simply say he can see. lol)
Nero simply looked at the man already having enough of him, and so quite simply he turned around heading back into his room closing the door behind him. He showed no emotion still despite his actions showing he was annoyed. He thought the guards, or knights would have informed the man of his mission this wasn't a simple mission being a l'cie, and a l'cie bodyguard was like becoming the chosen ones to save the kingdom. However it seemed they felt like giving him a handicap in this fight by not getting someone who knew what they were doing. Upon showering, and putting on his white suit a mark of a l'cie. Some where given robes, and some suits the suits where normally for warrior l'cies like Nero was. Upon finishing up still looking ragged, but better he exited the room, and turned to the man again. "You are done whining I have a kingdom to save." With that Nero lead the way out of the castle.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2016 3:27:37 GMT -5
Thomas huffed following he coughed "are you going to speak to your father before you go?" he asked Nero would he speak to his father before leaving? he wondered his arms cross as they walked he could still barely believe that Nero was a prince, he looked too old and rough to be a young prince though Thomas looked a bit worse for ware himself his boots were torn and muddy and he had cuts and bruises on his face he got from bar fights his muddy shoes left marks on the floor as they left the castle.
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Post by John 3:16 on Dec 4, 2016 3:53:55 GMT -5
(*causally floats in* would you be willing to do some kind of fandom rp? like there's this one cool universe i've been craving to do, and dont worry there wont be any canon charries if you dont want to)
(agh i sound awkward lmao)
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Dec 4, 2016 3:55:38 GMT -5
(Depends if I know the fandom. What is it?)
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Post by Wearysoul on Dec 4, 2016 3:55:51 GMT -5
Marlow advanced torward the entrance of the room just as the guard peered around the corner, where he found her but a few steps away waiting for his instructions. "Please, follow me miss" The expressionless man requested with an equally monotoned voice, in which Marlow nodded her head accordingly and quickened her steps after him without a word. As he lead her down serval hallways, turning left moment and right the next, she took note of the faces she passed by. A pair of giggling young maidens for instance, or jovial young servants who appeared to not be so wary of talking freely as they slip past carrying trays and cleaning utensils. Mabye this prince wouldn't be so bad, especially if he grew up in an environment such as this.
Well, minus this surly elderly man. She noted, her searching gaze falling upon the stooping shoulders of the guard in front of her, the balding cap of his snow-white hair only poof of his older age. He'd seemed dapper and proper when he arrived to fetch her, but in such a way that left feelings to be desired, and made her assume strictness and proper manners were of the uttermost importance here. Not that that came as a shock, royals were partially expected to be of perfection, and that thier residence of the same material. Marlow finally slowed to as stop as did her guide,who stepped aside and gestured with a stiff arm for her to enter the room she'd paused next too. The door being closed, she cast a hestate glance in the guards direction with her pink lips forming a frown, but he remained in his position with his hands lifted torward the door. She took that as an affirmation and moved up to the skillfully carved oak, raising her small fist forward and giving a light knock.
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Post by Wearysoul on Dec 4, 2016 4:01:19 GMT -5
(Oh, and I don't mind him being blind at all, all the more fun c: )
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