Post by carmine. on Jul 15, 2017 14:23:50 GMT -5
hey all
hope you’re doing well and everything’s going swimmingly for you :-) i’ve beendying wanting to roleplay something for a very long time now with someone who’ll hopefully be a long-term rp partner. this thread is never private, by the way! i’ll go over some things really briefly so that hopefully we’ll be on the same page:
literacy: i love character development. everyone’s character is unique, so i’d love to see what they think, feel, sense, believe, trust, distrust, etc. to that end, i’d like to role-play with someone who avoids one-liners and may type up a few paragraphs (perhaps 4-5?). they don’t have to be novels, and by no means am i saying that i’m a good writer, but like i said before, i’d love to get to know your characters.
please, please be patient: even though it’s summer, i do have some things going on that may keep me from replying very quickly. i’ll try to be on every day or every other day, but i tend to be a little more laid-back when it comes to activity and i’d greatly appreciate it if my partner could do the same. if you lose your muse/are too busy, that’s totally okay. all of us have days like that. all i ask for is that i’m given a brief heads up! i’d really appreciate it if my partner doesn't suddenly disappear without any warning. other than that, seriously, i’m p relaxed with activity, so don’t worry about it too much
sooo:: i know some peeps may not like this, but i love talking with people and building relationships aside from just rping. i won’t force anyone to talk with me (that’s a liittle weird) but i’m always ready to talk about anything. books? check. random things? check. the rp? check. literally anything’s okay c:
pairings: any pairing is a-ok. mxf, mxm, fxf, etc. etc. while character relationships will most likely be essential, romance specifically does not (and probably should not) be the centre of the rp - it’s just unrealistic when two characters meet and suddenly fall in love.
ideas: i do have a very, v e r y loose idea, but i haven’t set all the details yet and i’d love it if we could work it out together! honestly we could completely rearrange this idea and delete anything that sounds strange/unfitting. i’m very easygoing when it comes to shifting things around regarding a story so that it satisfies both of our interests! please don’t be afraid to add things oor ask questions. i do have a starter up for this idea to get things moving just in case, but we don't have to start right away if you'd like to change something/discuss how to move this further
if you’re interested, just let me know or pm me! i’m totally okay with moving this to pm, just because i think that this could get a little dark and angsty. if not, rping on a thread is also totally fine. i may be willing to do a duplicate for this plot just because the idea can be messed around with a lot so it'll most likely not look the same as it does right now.
thank you for reading till this far c:
the loose story:
In a world set somewhere in the early 1900s, four infamous criminals roam through a city where fog wreathes the darkened alleyways and yellow music fills the streets. Their relationships may have been a little different in the beginning, but with the amount of years they’ve been together, they’ve become a tight bunch. One night, they receive a request from a stranger. They initially reject this “request” until they learn that this man — this stranger — has one of their gang members held as a hostage. Everything was supposed to go normally, but during the fulfilment of the request, two are kidnapped, leaving the remaining two to form a closer bond and try to find the other two. Meanwhile the kidnapped pair have to try and find a way to escape as they also form a tighter bond with each other. What the four aren’t prepared for, however, is that the start of that one small request was actually part of a far more dangerous and deadly ordeal. And in the midst of everything, they cannot forget that there are many who wish to ascend the underground throne — the very prize they consider as their property.
Aside from acknowledging his time with his father and mother and younger brother, Ezra Loraine Fisher never spoke of his past and politely declined to abide by any “games” that reinforced a reveal of one’s past life, specifically those done over a wooden table with an inquisitive crowd. His reticence was what allowed those around himself to freely imagine what his life had been like without any restriction, and because he never acknowledged one over the other, he wore a veil of different lives. He was the son of a fisher, someone had said. Alma remembered that rumour specifically because it had been the most normal of them all. Others included less salubrious cases, or those filled with wealth and riches.
She glanced over at the well-spoken criminal now as they walked down the narrow streets of the vibrant city, spotting his slender fingers leisurely tugging at his own thick and curly locks. He was a lean silhouette against the glowing, amber lights of the shops and homes that burned with hues of blue, orange, and pink. No tension laced his muscles. Instead, he walked with purpose and composure, his perceptive green eyes bright against the flashing lights, acutely aware of each and every movement. The usual weariness in his gaze was gone, replaced with a mischievous glow: a clear sign that told those who knew him well that trouble was on its way. His mask was a pattern of elaborate emerald and gray swirls.
There would be days when a hushed quiet fell over the rooftops like snow concealing the naked branches of late November. But tonight, the city flooded with fizzy music, and laughter washed over the constantly shifting human current. Mice had retreated to the deepest corner of their covert nests to avoid the brilliant scarlet heels of women and the constantly moving sleek shoes of men.
Slowly, Alma lightly rested her index finger on the hilts of her hidden daggers. They were well out of sight, tucked in her attire, though they’d be available in a matter of seconds with a single flick of her wrists. They’d been sent to this flamboyant masquerade for a specific reason. What else did criminals do in large, colourful parties aside from slip in and out with something of value in their diligent hands, after all? Aside from murdering someone, of course.
“Walk a little more naturally, Alma,” he said, his low and velvety voice hauling her out of her short reverie. Though his voice was familiarly sharp, he sounded more subtly and wryly amused than anything.
“Right, sorry,” she answered with a slight smile before turning her attention back to the chattering guests. Though these events had become a regular routine, Alma still found it a little difficult to remain in crowds of people, where she felt that she would be swept away in just a few minutes. The silk that adorned her didn't help the spark of anxiety gnawing in her head, either.
She caught sight of a few men and women gathered around a table with their masks concealing most of their features, though the glee and despair in their eyes were prominent each time they eyed the deck of cards sprawled before their hands. They were gambling for a bit of fun - perhaps a few extra dollars that would land them a new purse or glimmering object that would satisfy their greedy needs.
For Ezra, each card was a life meant to be tossed onto the table — a meaningless sheet of paper with printed inks of red and black. Then again, she thought to herself as she watched him sweep past a few guests without a trace of hesitation, his movements deft and silent like those of a cat. Was there a day he didn’t risk someone’s life to get an assignment done? If she hadn't known better, she would have assumed that he saw her as nothing but a stepping platform to reach the end of a job.
Their objective this time around: Murder Luca Mattis, the host of this very masquerade as well as a deadly host of massacres in the underground society.
hope you’re doing well and everything’s going swimmingly for you :-) i’ve been
literacy: i love character development. everyone’s character is unique, so i’d love to see what they think, feel, sense, believe, trust, distrust, etc. to that end, i’d like to role-play with someone who avoids one-liners and may type up a few paragraphs (perhaps 4-5?). they don’t have to be novels, and by no means am i saying that i’m a good writer, but like i said before, i’d love to get to know your characters.
please, please be patient: even though it’s summer, i do have some things going on that may keep me from replying very quickly. i’ll try to be on every day or every other day, but i tend to be a little more laid-back when it comes to activity and i’d greatly appreciate it if my partner could do the same. if you lose your muse/are too busy, that’s totally okay. all of us have days like that. all i ask for is that i’m given a brief heads up! i’d really appreciate it if my partner doesn't suddenly disappear without any warning. other than that, seriously, i’m p relaxed with activity, so don’t worry about it too much
sooo:: i know some peeps may not like this, but i love talking with people and building relationships aside from just rping. i won’t force anyone to talk with me (that’s a liittle weird) but i’m always ready to talk about anything. books? check. random things? check. the rp? check. literally anything’s okay c:
pairings: any pairing is a-ok. mxf, mxm, fxf, etc. etc. while character relationships will most likely be essential, romance specifically does not (and probably should not) be the centre of the rp - it’s just unrealistic when two characters meet and suddenly fall in love.
ideas: i do have a very, v e r y loose idea, but i haven’t set all the details yet and i’d love it if we could work it out together! honestly we could completely rearrange this idea and delete anything that sounds strange/unfitting. i’m very easygoing when it comes to shifting things around regarding a story so that it satisfies both of our interests! please don’t be afraid to add things oor ask questions. i do have a starter up for this idea to get things moving just in case, but we don't have to start right away if you'd like to change something/discuss how to move this further
if you’re interested, just let me know or pm me! i’m totally okay with moving this to pm, just because i think that this could get a little dark and angsty. if not, rping on a thread is also totally fine. i may be willing to do a duplicate for this plot just because the idea can be messed around with a lot so it'll most likely not look the same as it does right now.
thank you for reading till this far c:
the loose story:
In a world set somewhere in the early 1900s, four infamous criminals roam through a city where fog wreathes the darkened alleyways and yellow music fills the streets. Their relationships may have been a little different in the beginning, but with the amount of years they’ve been together, they’ve become a tight bunch. One night, they receive a request from a stranger. They initially reject this “request” until they learn that this man — this stranger — has one of their gang members held as a hostage. Everything was supposed to go normally, but during the fulfilment of the request, two are kidnapped, leaving the remaining two to form a closer bond and try to find the other two. Meanwhile the kidnapped pair have to try and find a way to escape as they also form a tighter bond with each other. What the four aren’t prepared for, however, is that the start of that one small request was actually part of a far more dangerous and deadly ordeal. And in the midst of everything, they cannot forget that there are many who wish to ascend the underground throne — the very prize they consider as their property.
Aside from acknowledging his time with his father and mother and younger brother, Ezra Loraine Fisher never spoke of his past and politely declined to abide by any “games” that reinforced a reveal of one’s past life, specifically those done over a wooden table with an inquisitive crowd. His reticence was what allowed those around himself to freely imagine what his life had been like without any restriction, and because he never acknowledged one over the other, he wore a veil of different lives. He was the son of a fisher, someone had said. Alma remembered that rumour specifically because it had been the most normal of them all. Others included less salubrious cases, or those filled with wealth and riches.
She glanced over at the well-spoken criminal now as they walked down the narrow streets of the vibrant city, spotting his slender fingers leisurely tugging at his own thick and curly locks. He was a lean silhouette against the glowing, amber lights of the shops and homes that burned with hues of blue, orange, and pink. No tension laced his muscles. Instead, he walked with purpose and composure, his perceptive green eyes bright against the flashing lights, acutely aware of each and every movement. The usual weariness in his gaze was gone, replaced with a mischievous glow: a clear sign that told those who knew him well that trouble was on its way. His mask was a pattern of elaborate emerald and gray swirls.
There would be days when a hushed quiet fell over the rooftops like snow concealing the naked branches of late November. But tonight, the city flooded with fizzy music, and laughter washed over the constantly shifting human current. Mice had retreated to the deepest corner of their covert nests to avoid the brilliant scarlet heels of women and the constantly moving sleek shoes of men.
Slowly, Alma lightly rested her index finger on the hilts of her hidden daggers. They were well out of sight, tucked in her attire, though they’d be available in a matter of seconds with a single flick of her wrists. They’d been sent to this flamboyant masquerade for a specific reason. What else did criminals do in large, colourful parties aside from slip in and out with something of value in their diligent hands, after all? Aside from murdering someone, of course.
“Walk a little more naturally, Alma,” he said, his low and velvety voice hauling her out of her short reverie. Though his voice was familiarly sharp, he sounded more subtly and wryly amused than anything.
“Right, sorry,” she answered with a slight smile before turning her attention back to the chattering guests. Though these events had become a regular routine, Alma still found it a little difficult to remain in crowds of people, where she felt that she would be swept away in just a few minutes. The silk that adorned her didn't help the spark of anxiety gnawing in her head, either.
She caught sight of a few men and women gathered around a table with their masks concealing most of their features, though the glee and despair in their eyes were prominent each time they eyed the deck of cards sprawled before their hands. They were gambling for a bit of fun - perhaps a few extra dollars that would land them a new purse or glimmering object that would satisfy their greedy needs.
For Ezra, each card was a life meant to be tossed onto the table — a meaningless sheet of paper with printed inks of red and black. Then again, she thought to herself as she watched him sweep past a few guests without a trace of hesitation, his movements deft and silent like those of a cat. Was there a day he didn’t risk someone’s life to get an assignment done? If she hadn't known better, she would have assumed that he saw her as nothing but a stepping platform to reach the end of a job.
Their objective this time around: Murder Luca Mattis, the host of this very masquerade as well as a deadly host of massacres in the underground society.