SKaZer0
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Stuff you should know about me:
->My work schedule dictates how often I can post, I can do a couple posts every other day if posts max at 600 words or lower and I have the inspiration to write. I will come online sometimes just to hang not post keep that in mind if you want to start something with me. Now if posts are the longer 1,000 to 2,000+ word expect those a couple times a week on up to once a week. Long or short, I give my all when it boils down to details, description, and anything to give a meaningful response.
To go on more what I mentioned before, I'm a bit of an inspiration changing type of writer. I can do 600 word posts that allows me to post a couple of times every other day. I also am able to do 1,000+ word posts that require more time and will be replied back to a couple of times a week down to once a week. Now if I push out between 1,000 and 4,000 word posts on up don't get upset I gave you fair warning.
->I don't like one-liners. I don't mind one or two or more paragraphs. If you want to write a novella response I will take those too. As long as you can give me enough to work with to keep the flow going it's all good.
->Misspelled words here, a forgotten word or quotation marks there, it happens. Sometimes we get carried away typing while thinking about something else I know I do. I'm no member of the grammar police I am just asking if you could be on the lookout for this.
->There are definitely better writers than me but I try my best so give me a chance meaning if something isn't working talk to me. Communication is very important about anything. Send me a message if you need help with the story or just in general. Talk to me, I'll definitely understand and make sure to let you know too if I can't be on to reply or something comes up where I can't post for a long time.
->Please don't rush me to post that will only make my interest decline.
->I can break out good character sheets and sometimes I don't want to be bothered with them. I won't force them on you, please don't force them on me especially if I just am not in the mindset to do them.
With pictures I don't care what you use, if you feel a real life, anime, art, drawn picture best describes your character use what you want. I will also do the same so I ask you not to make demands about this.
I only write in forum threads. I like to keep the PM to plot or just talk.
->I have this thing if we choose a plot or pairing of my own, I have no problems starting the opening thread I think that's only fair. If we choose an idea plot or pairing of your creation I hope that you will make the starter as I would like to see your plans for how you wanted to create the setting, world, all of it.
->Oh yeah, one more thing. I would like to keep in my own age group so that means eighteen on up is preferred.
Preferences
Some of my favorite genres.
•Fantasy
•Futuristic Fantasy
•Modern
•Modern Fantasy
•Medieval
•Medieval Fantasy
•Romance, as a side plot. I don't like rushing the romance so if you do we might not match up.
•Science Fiction
•Supernatural
My not so favorite genres.
•I will pass on the school settings.
•Historical or War. All about the history, but I'd prefer to create my own.
I am comfortable writing for female and male characters, I don't really have a preference unless I make a specific plot where the character I create is a certain gender then I'll ask for you to work with me. MxF or FxM even MxM and FxF works. As I mentioned above, if romance is involved I won't rush to get to it. There should be some build up and character development first.
What I do not like
•Super-powered characters
•Characters without any weakness.
•Character control, please don't control ANY character I create. Side, minor, whichever is the case. Now I don't mind discussing before the actual roleplay who plays what minor character, etc, but please don't just takeover.
•Love at first sight scenarios. I don't mind love I love when characters can make it work just not right off the bat or three hours after they meet each other they're declaring their infinite love. Ah no.
•Jumping straight into a roleplay without plotting, I will never do this. Be prepared to plot with me before we start anything.
•Damsels in distress or Mary Sues or Gary Stu's.
•One-liners as mentioned above.
•Mind control-If your character can read my character's thoughts power or no power we are going to have a problem.
•Characters that are passive.
What I do like
•Plot twists
•Romance when the time is right.
•Character Development
•Action
•Flexibility
•Patience: Rushing me to post will not make me post faster.
•Communication
•Help build the story with me. I won't let you do all the work, don't expect me to do so either.
•Description
•Character interaction is a must not all the time but if one character is always going off on their own this gets old.
Pairings
Fantasy
•Dark Wizard x Royalty
•Dragon x Human Rider or hunter turned •rider
•Elf x Elf
•Human Royal x High Elf
•Human x Wolf
•Knight x Knight
•Knight x Elf
Medieval
•Commoner x Knight
•Commoner x Royalty
•Royalty x Royalty
•Knight x Knight
•Knight x Queen
•Pirate x Stowaway
Modern or Modern Fantasy
•Former Detective x Client
•Guardians x Humans
Science Fiction
•Colonist x Colonist
•Space Pirates x Treasure
Supernatural
•Ghost x Ghost:
•Ghost x Living
•A drifter x Someone possessed
Darker Disney Tales
(The Soul of the Lad)
He is a thief. He comes from a family of thieves and nothing he will ever do can change that. The daughter of the sovereign, a most gracious beauty, is his jewel in secret. She sees him as more than just a thief and the love they share if discovered, would kill them both. She is set to marry another man of royal standing. The thief cannot let his only love be taken from him. There must be a way to obtain strength and status. The stories have been told that those with a strong soul, who climb the neighboring mountain, will be granted the desires they want and so he does, in the calm of the night.
At the peak of the mountain, the thief discovers a treasure chest. Thinking this to be some joke, he is able to pick the lock with ease. Inside lies nothing of material possession instead a djinn.
The manifestation tells him his strong soul has enabled him to reach the mountain peak and also he opened the chest quicker than any other therefore what he wants shall be his.
The thief wants to become a warrior of royalty worthy to walk among kings but also obtain his love.
The djinn says it shall be done but what the thief does not realize, at a price. The price being his soul.
(The Vengeful Mermaid)
Maimed, used as delicacies, mermaids of the vast blue are hunted to near extinction by the human King Triam. He believes they are magical, that their consumed blood will, in turn, give him and any others power of longevity. He leads the campaign to search the seas for them.
Merfolk hide at the risk of being killed or kept as pets. Ivannes, daughter of high chancellor Ignex, thirsts for revenge. On a goodwill trip to another village of merpeople, the chancellor along with many others was captured and slaughtered by humans. It left the community in disarray while Ivannes heartbroken.
Fueled by rage she swims to the surface with plans to on destroy any human she can find. Unfortunately, she too is captured by a pirate ship where she is taken aboard surely to share the same fate as her father but Ivannes attacks as many as she can before the captain subdues.
Unlike the disgusting king, this ship of pirates has no appeal to harm merpeople much to Ivannes' surprise. In her eyes, the captain can see her thirst for revenge because one time or another he had the same look. He does not ask her story yet inquires how she plans to carry out her task as she is, with fin. Instead of letting her answer the mysterious man uses a dagger to cut the entire thing off revealing human legs.
Ivannes is even more surprised. The man reveals to her all merpeople have the ability to walk on the surface and with the fin removed the gills used to breathe underwater close up.
"Now that you have one problem solved," The Captain frowned. "How about you learn to walk on those things? You might be able to do what you intended."
"How do you know so much about merfolk?" Ivannes wanted to know.
"Because," The man responded. "I was once one too."
(Love is an illusion, dear Cinderella)
All she ever wanted was a mother. A woman to love but never replace the mother she lost so young as well as someone to walk alongside her doting father. Her wish came in the form of a mysterious widow arriving on their doorstep one rainy evening. The woman had a son the same age as her. The girl's father instantly fell for the woman. Soon, she had everything she desired. A mother and brother.
With time, the girl grew into a young woman. Her beauty attracted many suitors, none of which her father deemed worthy. Allen, Cinderella's stepbrother, suggests a close friend of his, Emille, spend time with her.
Emille is kind, almost too kind. Cinderella's father takes a liking to him and eventually she does despite feeling peculiar around him.
They court, fall in love, and become engaged. A week before the wedding, Cinderella's father dies suddenly turning her world upside down. Her stepmother is the same, distraught. Cinderella cannot begin to think about getting married, not without her father. Her stepmother insists she should, that her father would want her to. In fall, Cinderella marries Emille. Their fortnight together he wants to take her to his homeland.
Reluctantly she agrees, at her stepmother's urging.
Nearly two days the couple travel on the road leaving her comforting world behind for one where the crimson skies turn black at dusk and rain pelts the ground constantly. In the distance lies a towering castle. Pimeys, Emille tells her, she'll love it here.
Cinderella is not quite sure nonetheless, she will learn to love it.
Pimeys itself is like a city home to many people none of which treat kindly to Cinderella. It is as if they hate her.
Emille takes Cinderella to the lower level of the tower, the basement wordless. Sending her first into the darkness, he locks the door while ignoring her puzzled cries. Hours pass with the bride locked away. She cannot begin to fathom why Emille would do this until she discovers something else is down there too.
Regular Plots
Heretic
They call him a drifter, an undesirable man formerly of the cloth with a knack for communicating with the dead and much more. Some say it is a blessing to give grieving loved ones closure while most consider it a curse woven in something dark, none know the true burden except the drifter himself. In a chaotic era where power is given to those with the best intentions to the royalty, it's also a time of something sinister something dark. Heresy separates the population from what some are willing to acknowledge about the existence of the supernatural. The drifter, having no real ties to anything, does what he is appropriately named for distancing himself as much as possible from anything living. In a town plagued by fear, his reputation is heard of surprisingly and he's sought after by the mayor. The mayor's only offspring has become the latest victim of something other worldly. Unlike others, the mayor's heir has not perished it's more like they've become possessed by something. Confined to the household after a series of killings, the mayor beseeches the drifter to help. Although against staying in the town longer than he should, the drifter agrees at a price.
Empty Truth
A cult is on the rise sweeping through the world with empty truths and hopeless promises, for one woman all too well knowing what broken promises can bring this cult has hit close to home. Feeding off their words, her brother has been whisked away firmly in their clutches and without hard proof he's in trouble authorities won't intervene especially when a string of unsolved murders have their attention.
Reluctantly, the woman goes to the one person she knows will help, her estranged husband a former detective himself but convincing him to ignore the issues between them will be a pain.
Sickness
It happened one noon day, the skies above became black as night. None knew what to make of the spectacle or what followed. Balls of white, like snow, fell from the heavens below touching the ones to witness it. With a touch so gentle, a feeling of warmth filled the hearts of creature and man alike.
In the months to pass those 'blessed' by the event soon fell ill with symptoms similar to a plague. All over the world it spread, the midnight scourge most called it, killing many or turning them into ravenous beasts. No cure could be found nor any explanation as to what brought it on. Whatever the case might be, the midnight scourge was a force to contend with. A meeting of races had been called, something must be done.
In village of elves, the high chieftain set to be present at the meeting fell ill the scourge definite. In his present condition he cannot hope to attend. In his place his son is called to take up the ranks along with one another. They must see if anything can be done for not only the chieftain the rest of the world.
They Fell From The Sky
It wasn't just one or two, they came in droves, falling like rain in a mid-afternoon shower. People, no bodies, fell soundlessly hitting the ground and whatever else unfortunately was in the way. Those below didn't know what to make of the horror, dead bodies dropping from the sky with little explanation seemingly in one spot, the crowded traffic jammed streets of the city.
In awe, some leave their cars while others remain on the narrow sidewalks the spectacle taking priority over anything else. Suddenly, the presumed dead bodies reanimate only something is different something is wrong, very wrong. One by one the reanimated bodies attack onlookers and chaos ensues in the aftermath.
Vehicles careen into one another while the frightened flee where ever they can. Every corner of the city has become blocked off by military tanks where the people fleeing believe they will be safe from the madness, however, the soldiers waiting by the tanks have their orders to shoot anything attempting to break the line. With guns raised, they tear into civilians as well as the dead. Horrified, a few lone survivors take to the sewers to escape danger or so they hope.
The Beast in the Beauty
The era, hardly one of grand victorian splendor, is marked by strange occurrences and most importantly ghastly murders. Darkness grasps the city of Skade where horror is on the other side of the door to whom knock upon it. At the center is the alluring yet spoiled heiress Alexsa Freden, daughter of recently slain Lord Alexsander Freden. She's inherited her father's fortune including his seat on the Skade council of male leaders. Her brazen behavior makes her a likely enemy of the council and blatant disregard for proper conduct.
A young lord has been recently brought on the council with ideals that at times differs from that of the other members tasked with talking to Alexsa about changing her ways there is some sort of attraction in first encounters, however, danger lurks at her most recent gala where a plot to assassinate her is in the works. A plot the young lord is unknowingly a participant in.
Till Death Do You Part
The dastardly Einhardht Aeolthine, known space pirate is very much use to getting everything he desires whether by force or the smooth lure of his words. His most daring coup d'etat is a secret pact with a soon to be royal whose bride, an Empress, would bring money to the marriage.
Einhardht is tasked with kidnapping said bride on the wedding day once the ceremony has ended. However, when that occurs the pirate finds himself double crossed and of course forced to take the nearly murdered obviously not blushing bride with him.
A Dish Best Served Cold
Of a noble standing and family, a young scarlet-haired woman with eyes of bluest crystal has always been the absolute joy in her uncle's eye. Raised by him upon the death of her parents at an impressionable age, he considered her his own daughter giving her the best of everything she desired including naming her heir to his estate with the hopes she'd follow his footsteps.
All seemed complete and yet the uncle wanted more, he yearned for a wife therefore he courted an heiress of a minimal fortune.
Unfortunately, the heiress had an eye for better standing and less on love. The niece saw through the ambitions of her uncle's wife though the man seemed oblivious to this notion.
A sudden illness gradually claimed the life of the man and with his wife and niece at his side, he succumbed to said illness. With nothing to stop her, the wife framed the niece for the death of her husband for his illness was brought on by poisoning. To the public it appears as though the young woman committed the terrible act in order to receive her inheritance sooner than later. Sentenced to death, she is on her way to prison before her death where bandits attack the garrison taking her captive for the wealthy collector they're in contract with.
Enslaved by a man who would sooner take from her what he wants, revenge is on her mind to take back what is rightfully hers. She is the wealthy man's most prized treasure.
The wealthy man is not without an heir, he has a son with whom he's estranged. The son, a mysterious sort, wants his father dead for his own reasons like the young woman only her freedom is on the line. They both need something from each other and although they won't admit it there is some desire each time their eyes meet.
Will they join forces to get what they want with something more underneath the surface of apparent hate for each other?
Nutcracker and His Benevolent Wife
"Dearest," She had the idea to roll her eyes. There he went, investigating things without his spectacles and she for the countless time had to remind him gently to put them on. "Sweetheart," She spoke her affectionate names of him realizing his attention lied elsewhere as usual. This man, she thought shaking her head, if a bullet pierced his heart God forbid his mind would still remain on the task at hand. It was any wonder half the situation they got in wasn't due to his creature of habit mannerisms. She cleared her throat. "My love," she spoke a bit louder this time.
"Y-Yes...Y-Yes..." With a start he jolted up from his crouched position near the puddle of goo. The tall man stood upright staring at her or squinting more like it in between straightening the ends of his coat. He smiled despite their location.
"What's the matter?"
"Darling," She cooed. "Put on your glasses, please." The real reason he didn't want to was he felt they made him look older, that after all this time he needed them. "You know you cannot see."
"Rubbish, I can see very well."
She crossed her arms. "Then why were you on the verge of touching that without realizing what exactly it is?" He frowned.
"I was merely...." Their eyes continued to lock, the male realized he fought a losing battle therefore he sighed reaching in his coat pocket to retrieve the thin wrap around glasses. Although they made his eyes bigger than normal, she loved them on him and him. She smiled at him lovingly. "Better?" He asked.
"Better." Now they could finish what they came to do. There was a peculiar stillness in the air she had begun to notice coming around her husband's side as he crouched down again at the entrance of the alley. Looking around, the street lanterns were on the verge of blowing out and not a single person roamed about not even the occasional late nighter. Her feelings were not pleasant. "My love, maybe we should call it a night."
"Dear," He interrupted. Pulling, the only thing he had handy, a quill from his coat pocket the man dabbed the tip in the clear liquid raising it. It was thick, foul smelling, but saliva nonetheless. "This is saliva." He showed her. She nodded holding a gloved hand up. "What could have left such an enormous amount I wonder." His voice trailed.
"Whatever the case," His wife replied. "Let it be long gone. You have your saliva, let us return home I do not want you to catch a chill."
"A chill is the least of my worries," The husband uttered. "If this belongs to something frightful, if left unchecked it will cause problems. We cannot go home just yet." About to say his name, a dreadful snarl put a definite halt to their conversation. The wife raised up, eyebrow lifted while her husband no longer crouched over. They gave a quick glance at one another as the snarling increased. A slither in the night, thunderous steps pounded against the brick ground. The shadow of the alley enveloped what stalked the close quarters.
The wife gasped. "My love, let's not wait around to see what comes out," Expecting her beloved to follow suit, the woman turns. She begins running in the quiet streets until she realizes she does not hear any steps behind. She slows down.
"Why am I running?" She whispered softly. "How could I forget, I'm dead."
Rose Gardens' renowned solver of crimes criminally and supernatural alike, the one crime Nutcracker failed to solve was the murder of his benevolent wife. It is a crime that has haunted him into a deep depression for nearly two years and due to his depression his career and reputation have suffered, the latter for public displays of intoxication.
Vehemently turning away from the eye of the city, Nutcracker drowns himself in the memories of his wife one night falling into a deep sleep. The next morning, he is awakened to a start finding his dead wife next to him. Naturally horrified, he can't explain the phenomenon nor she. She can't even remember the dreadful night she went missing only that she's with him once more as a sign.
Nutcracker resigns himself that this is indeed a sign, a second chance to pull himself from the darkness and solve the mystery of his wife's death, that and why she has returned. Together, they want to discover whether their love conquers all including death.
A Tale As Cruel As Time
Fedorn ruined it for them all. He set the ground work for feelings of distrust, manipulation, and most of all a war that would span centuries with no end in sight.
Fedorn Taayen had been the first but certainly not the last to be given much more than life. The once child was born with hair as white as snow and eyes a crystal blue. Unusual to say the least, his royal parents considered him a curse. They tossed him away without a second thought and without knowing the power brewing through the child, the power of magic.
Discovered by people angered with not only the world, the land of Bruhr too Fedorn was taken in where he grew and accepted the gift given to him. By his early teens he already mastered his magic enough to take on scores of enemies, the family he inadvertently inherited praised him for his cruelty and what he could do. Fear became intoxicating for the young man, he yearned for more to see where he could take it but soon more came. More like him born with the same hair and eyes, beings gifted with the power of magic. To the rest of the world they were the same as Fedorn dangerous and unpredictable deserving of a swift death. While contending with the now adult Fedorn, those without magic used every trick possible to destroy him and his unwillingly brethren. When it wasn't enough and Fedorn turned on both parties, humans and maaginen-those born with magic united together to stop Fedorn who had crossed the realm of magic to something more dark and sinister.
The young maaginen Sione always found fascination with the young princess across the river from where he grew up. Despite the chaos the world was in, he still found beauty in it and her although he was warned to never approach her. Even though maaginen and humans held a shaky alliance, interacting outside of the battle against Fedorn was frowned upon and forbidden by some standards. Regardless, Sione decided to talk to her. He crossed into her world, her kingdom, while she sat in her garden. At first strange, over time the two would become good friends however the relationship did not bode well with the princess's father. Knowing her attachment with the young maaginen will lead to disappointment, the man sends his daughter away. Sione is devastated when he learns the princess has been killed in a attack by Fedorn. Feeling responsible he joins his brethren in battle while the king feels it is for the best. The news of the princess's death had been mere rumors when in fact her father sent her off to be married a decision she did not agree to.
Locked in battle after battle, the maaginen and humans fight Fedorn often forced to retreat to regroup. Sione having never witnessed such brutality before feels a peculiar darkness forming inside of him. The more he sees, the more negative he becomes realizing the war will not end. Their efforts are futile. Leaving the battlefield he finds himself drawn to return to the Princess's kingdom filled with regret and longing. Feelings of responsibility and hurt turn into rage as he sees the Princess is not dead as thought. She is alive and well most of all married while she is just as surprised to see him. Enraged, Sione unleashes a devastating attack that nearly consumes all.
From a deep sleep she finally awakens to the world once more remembering the horrifying attack that could have killed her. The Princess now a Queen is slowly on the mend and shocked to learn on that day her father, Sione, and many others went missing. She, her husband, and some few managed to escape however the war rages on more than destructive than ever and the young maaginen she considered closer than a friend is deemed a traitor. Hoping to uncover the truth she, with the help of a stubborn maaginen, will venture into unknown ramparts to find it and the friend she held dear to her heart.
The Last Human
He had no real purpose other than sustaining his flawed existence, his vampire existence. The world was theirs, a playground to run rampant, and humans either they conform as slaves or be eradicated for their defiance.
He hated humans vehemently. They were what he once was and what he could never be again. They were selfish and greedy so quite naturally his hatred of them turned to pleasure upon consuming their blood. Their lives for his existence. Then, humans began to fight back to break the chains of their leashes and he the once human vampire joined his brethren of the dead to slaughter them.
A centuries old war cost countless lives with no real end in sight. The vampire almost forgot what he was fighting for. Hiding away for a spell, he resurfaced to discover vampires in their blood rage had overwhelmed humans to a point none seemed to walk the world. By doing this, they condemned themselves. He on the other hand welcomed death no matter how long it might take.
One night, he stumbles upon a group of vampires and a lone female human. They intend to drink her blood, to feast in celebration. Rather than join in, the vampire kills them. About to give the human the same fate he decides against it and his judgement. Instead, he places her life under his protection realizing not all of his humanity has been lost. He will help her and uncover the truth whether she truly is the last human.
Together, We Fight
"I will stay by your side as I have always done from afar. If they think you are weak pretend to be weak, they won't see you coming. Learn all that you can. Be dutiful and loyal on the surface while cunning and cruel underneath. When it comes time to wield the blade of your revenge look your enemy in the eye make certain that what they see in your eyes will be their last. And until that time just know in spite of your loss, the pain you feel, I am here. You have my heart and you have my strength. Together, we will fight them. All of them."
Her family was unlike any other. They were settlers from the old world in search of ramparts unknown. Their discovery brought them to a large island where they settled, became prosperous off the land and made their own world away from outside dangers. She found the greatest gift within her family, they gave her everything she could ever hope for.
A day came when a single boat washed ashore. In it was a boy around her age weakened and malnourished and tattooed. Excited at to have a playmate other than her siblings, her father sternly warned her she would not be allowed to play with him for he was a child of the Barbarisch unclean warriors of Leben known for their brutality. Rather than send the boy away though, her father fed him and put him to work for the family. This did not stop the two children from developing a friendship, the boy looking after the girl as a protector.
What life he held before, as short as it might have been did not matter. This was his life now. In time both grew into young adults, the young woman yearning for life outside her home and the young man keeping an eye on her from the distance. His held no real status therefore he could never hope to be anything to her other than a slave. While out catching fish for a celebration in the evening, the young man looks to the distance where he sees countless painted ships. Their path will lead them directly to the island and aboard them Barbarisch. What brought them to the island was unknown, but the youth knew what they would do if they caught the family. He had seen it countless times before, death, yet his blood came from them but his loyalties lied with the family.
With her.
Warning them as quickly as he can, there's not enough time to leave the island. The Barbarisch desecrate the land in search of spoils. Brought to the family, they massacre all except the girl and the Barbarisch slave. Capturing both, the two are taken from the only home they've ever known across the vast ocean completely at the mercy of their captors. In spite of this, he won't let her give up. He vows to remain loyal only to her as they plot their revenge.
->Lastly
Send me a PM if you see anything you are interested in. I want a partner I can write a story with long term.
If you would like a writing sample look below I have one for you.
If you happen to pick out a plot or pairing I would like to hear your ideas, what you can and want to bring to the story. I'm not trying to be mean but if you just tell me, for example, pirate x stowaway interests you with nothing else behind it I won't respond. Give me some ideas to go with it.
->My work schedule dictates how often I can post, I can do a couple posts every other day if posts max at 600 words or lower and I have the inspiration to write. I will come online sometimes just to hang not post keep that in mind if you want to start something with me. Now if posts are the longer 1,000 to 2,000+ word expect those a couple times a week on up to once a week. Long or short, I give my all when it boils down to details, description, and anything to give a meaningful response.
To go on more what I mentioned before, I'm a bit of an inspiration changing type of writer. I can do 600 word posts that allows me to post a couple of times every other day. I also am able to do 1,000+ word posts that require more time and will be replied back to a couple of times a week down to once a week. Now if I push out between 1,000 and 4,000 word posts on up don't get upset I gave you fair warning.
->I don't like one-liners. I don't mind one or two or more paragraphs. If you want to write a novella response I will take those too. As long as you can give me enough to work with to keep the flow going it's all good.
->Misspelled words here, a forgotten word or quotation marks there, it happens. Sometimes we get carried away typing while thinking about something else I know I do. I'm no member of the grammar police I am just asking if you could be on the lookout for this.
->There are definitely better writers than me but I try my best so give me a chance meaning if something isn't working talk to me. Communication is very important about anything. Send me a message if you need help with the story or just in general. Talk to me, I'll definitely understand and make sure to let you know too if I can't be on to reply or something comes up where I can't post for a long time.
->Please don't rush me to post that will only make my interest decline.
->I can break out good character sheets and sometimes I don't want to be bothered with them. I won't force them on you, please don't force them on me especially if I just am not in the mindset to do them.
With pictures I don't care what you use, if you feel a real life, anime, art, drawn picture best describes your character use what you want. I will also do the same so I ask you not to make demands about this.
I only write in forum threads. I like to keep the PM to plot or just talk.
->I have this thing if we choose a plot or pairing of my own, I have no problems starting the opening thread I think that's only fair. If we choose an idea plot or pairing of your creation I hope that you will make the starter as I would like to see your plans for how you wanted to create the setting, world, all of it.
->Oh yeah, one more thing. I would like to keep in my own age group so that means eighteen on up is preferred.
Preferences
Some of my favorite genres.
•Fantasy
•Futuristic Fantasy
•Modern
•Modern Fantasy
•Medieval
•Medieval Fantasy
•Romance, as a side plot. I don't like rushing the romance so if you do we might not match up.
•Science Fiction
•Supernatural
My not so favorite genres.
•I will pass on the school settings.
•Historical or War. All about the history, but I'd prefer to create my own.
I am comfortable writing for female and male characters, I don't really have a preference unless I make a specific plot where the character I create is a certain gender then I'll ask for you to work with me. MxF or FxM even MxM and FxF works. As I mentioned above, if romance is involved I won't rush to get to it. There should be some build up and character development first.
What I do not like
•Super-powered characters
•Characters without any weakness.
•Character control, please don't control ANY character I create. Side, minor, whichever is the case. Now I don't mind discussing before the actual roleplay who plays what minor character, etc, but please don't just takeover.
•Love at first sight scenarios. I don't mind love I love when characters can make it work just not right off the bat or three hours after they meet each other they're declaring their infinite love. Ah no.
•Jumping straight into a roleplay without plotting, I will never do this. Be prepared to plot with me before we start anything.
•Damsels in distress or Mary Sues or Gary Stu's.
•One-liners as mentioned above.
•Mind control-If your character can read my character's thoughts power or no power we are going to have a problem.
•Characters that are passive.
What I do like
•Plot twists
•Romance when the time is right.
•Character Development
•Action
•Flexibility
•Patience: Rushing me to post will not make me post faster.
•Communication
•Help build the story with me. I won't let you do all the work, don't expect me to do so either.
•Description
•Character interaction is a must not all the time but if one character is always going off on their own this gets old.
Pairings
Fantasy
•Dark Wizard x Royalty
•Dragon x Human Rider or hunter turned •rider
•Elf x Elf
•Human Royal x High Elf
•Human x Wolf
•Knight x Knight
•Knight x Elf
Medieval
•Commoner x Knight
•Commoner x Royalty
•Royalty x Royalty
•Knight x Knight
•Knight x Queen
•Pirate x Stowaway
Modern or Modern Fantasy
•Former Detective x Client
•Guardians x Humans
Science Fiction
•Colonist x Colonist
•Space Pirates x Treasure
Supernatural
•Ghost x Ghost:
•Ghost x Living
•A drifter x Someone possessed
Darker Disney Tales
(The Soul of the Lad)
He is a thief. He comes from a family of thieves and nothing he will ever do can change that. The daughter of the sovereign, a most gracious beauty, is his jewel in secret. She sees him as more than just a thief and the love they share if discovered, would kill them both. She is set to marry another man of royal standing. The thief cannot let his only love be taken from him. There must be a way to obtain strength and status. The stories have been told that those with a strong soul, who climb the neighboring mountain, will be granted the desires they want and so he does, in the calm of the night.
At the peak of the mountain, the thief discovers a treasure chest. Thinking this to be some joke, he is able to pick the lock with ease. Inside lies nothing of material possession instead a djinn.
The manifestation tells him his strong soul has enabled him to reach the mountain peak and also he opened the chest quicker than any other therefore what he wants shall be his.
The thief wants to become a warrior of royalty worthy to walk among kings but also obtain his love.
The djinn says it shall be done but what the thief does not realize, at a price. The price being his soul.
(The Vengeful Mermaid)
Maimed, used as delicacies, mermaids of the vast blue are hunted to near extinction by the human King Triam. He believes they are magical, that their consumed blood will, in turn, give him and any others power of longevity. He leads the campaign to search the seas for them.
Merfolk hide at the risk of being killed or kept as pets. Ivannes, daughter of high chancellor Ignex, thirsts for revenge. On a goodwill trip to another village of merpeople, the chancellor along with many others was captured and slaughtered by humans. It left the community in disarray while Ivannes heartbroken.
Fueled by rage she swims to the surface with plans to on destroy any human she can find. Unfortunately, she too is captured by a pirate ship where she is taken aboard surely to share the same fate as her father but Ivannes attacks as many as she can before the captain subdues.
Unlike the disgusting king, this ship of pirates has no appeal to harm merpeople much to Ivannes' surprise. In her eyes, the captain can see her thirst for revenge because one time or another he had the same look. He does not ask her story yet inquires how she plans to carry out her task as she is, with fin. Instead of letting her answer the mysterious man uses a dagger to cut the entire thing off revealing human legs.
Ivannes is even more surprised. The man reveals to her all merpeople have the ability to walk on the surface and with the fin removed the gills used to breathe underwater close up.
"Now that you have one problem solved," The Captain frowned. "How about you learn to walk on those things? You might be able to do what you intended."
"How do you know so much about merfolk?" Ivannes wanted to know.
"Because," The man responded. "I was once one too."
(Love is an illusion, dear Cinderella)
All she ever wanted was a mother. A woman to love but never replace the mother she lost so young as well as someone to walk alongside her doting father. Her wish came in the form of a mysterious widow arriving on their doorstep one rainy evening. The woman had a son the same age as her. The girl's father instantly fell for the woman. Soon, she had everything she desired. A mother and brother.
With time, the girl grew into a young woman. Her beauty attracted many suitors, none of which her father deemed worthy. Allen, Cinderella's stepbrother, suggests a close friend of his, Emille, spend time with her.
Emille is kind, almost too kind. Cinderella's father takes a liking to him and eventually she does despite feeling peculiar around him.
They court, fall in love, and become engaged. A week before the wedding, Cinderella's father dies suddenly turning her world upside down. Her stepmother is the same, distraught. Cinderella cannot begin to think about getting married, not without her father. Her stepmother insists she should, that her father would want her to. In fall, Cinderella marries Emille. Their fortnight together he wants to take her to his homeland.
Reluctantly she agrees, at her stepmother's urging.
Nearly two days the couple travel on the road leaving her comforting world behind for one where the crimson skies turn black at dusk and rain pelts the ground constantly. In the distance lies a towering castle. Pimeys, Emille tells her, she'll love it here.
Cinderella is not quite sure nonetheless, she will learn to love it.
Pimeys itself is like a city home to many people none of which treat kindly to Cinderella. It is as if they hate her.
Emille takes Cinderella to the lower level of the tower, the basement wordless. Sending her first into the darkness, he locks the door while ignoring her puzzled cries. Hours pass with the bride locked away. She cannot begin to fathom why Emille would do this until she discovers something else is down there too.
Regular Plots
Heretic
They call him a drifter, an undesirable man formerly of the cloth with a knack for communicating with the dead and much more. Some say it is a blessing to give grieving loved ones closure while most consider it a curse woven in something dark, none know the true burden except the drifter himself. In a chaotic era where power is given to those with the best intentions to the royalty, it's also a time of something sinister something dark. Heresy separates the population from what some are willing to acknowledge about the existence of the supernatural. The drifter, having no real ties to anything, does what he is appropriately named for distancing himself as much as possible from anything living. In a town plagued by fear, his reputation is heard of surprisingly and he's sought after by the mayor. The mayor's only offspring has become the latest victim of something other worldly. Unlike others, the mayor's heir has not perished it's more like they've become possessed by something. Confined to the household after a series of killings, the mayor beseeches the drifter to help. Although against staying in the town longer than he should, the drifter agrees at a price.
Empty Truth
A cult is on the rise sweeping through the world with empty truths and hopeless promises, for one woman all too well knowing what broken promises can bring this cult has hit close to home. Feeding off their words, her brother has been whisked away firmly in their clutches and without hard proof he's in trouble authorities won't intervene especially when a string of unsolved murders have their attention.
Reluctantly, the woman goes to the one person she knows will help, her estranged husband a former detective himself but convincing him to ignore the issues between them will be a pain.
Sickness
It happened one noon day, the skies above became black as night. None knew what to make of the spectacle or what followed. Balls of white, like snow, fell from the heavens below touching the ones to witness it. With a touch so gentle, a feeling of warmth filled the hearts of creature and man alike.
In the months to pass those 'blessed' by the event soon fell ill with symptoms similar to a plague. All over the world it spread, the midnight scourge most called it, killing many or turning them into ravenous beasts. No cure could be found nor any explanation as to what brought it on. Whatever the case might be, the midnight scourge was a force to contend with. A meeting of races had been called, something must be done.
In village of elves, the high chieftain set to be present at the meeting fell ill the scourge definite. In his present condition he cannot hope to attend. In his place his son is called to take up the ranks along with one another. They must see if anything can be done for not only the chieftain the rest of the world.
They Fell From The Sky
It wasn't just one or two, they came in droves, falling like rain in a mid-afternoon shower. People, no bodies, fell soundlessly hitting the ground and whatever else unfortunately was in the way. Those below didn't know what to make of the horror, dead bodies dropping from the sky with little explanation seemingly in one spot, the crowded traffic jammed streets of the city.
In awe, some leave their cars while others remain on the narrow sidewalks the spectacle taking priority over anything else. Suddenly, the presumed dead bodies reanimate only something is different something is wrong, very wrong. One by one the reanimated bodies attack onlookers and chaos ensues in the aftermath.
Vehicles careen into one another while the frightened flee where ever they can. Every corner of the city has become blocked off by military tanks where the people fleeing believe they will be safe from the madness, however, the soldiers waiting by the tanks have their orders to shoot anything attempting to break the line. With guns raised, they tear into civilians as well as the dead. Horrified, a few lone survivors take to the sewers to escape danger or so they hope.
The Beast in the Beauty
The era, hardly one of grand victorian splendor, is marked by strange occurrences and most importantly ghastly murders. Darkness grasps the city of Skade where horror is on the other side of the door to whom knock upon it. At the center is the alluring yet spoiled heiress Alexsa Freden, daughter of recently slain Lord Alexsander Freden. She's inherited her father's fortune including his seat on the Skade council of male leaders. Her brazen behavior makes her a likely enemy of the council and blatant disregard for proper conduct.
A young lord has been recently brought on the council with ideals that at times differs from that of the other members tasked with talking to Alexsa about changing her ways there is some sort of attraction in first encounters, however, danger lurks at her most recent gala where a plot to assassinate her is in the works. A plot the young lord is unknowingly a participant in.
Till Death Do You Part
The dastardly Einhardht Aeolthine, known space pirate is very much use to getting everything he desires whether by force or the smooth lure of his words. His most daring coup d'etat is a secret pact with a soon to be royal whose bride, an Empress, would bring money to the marriage.
Einhardht is tasked with kidnapping said bride on the wedding day once the ceremony has ended. However, when that occurs the pirate finds himself double crossed and of course forced to take the nearly murdered obviously not blushing bride with him.
A Dish Best Served Cold
Of a noble standing and family, a young scarlet-haired woman with eyes of bluest crystal has always been the absolute joy in her uncle's eye. Raised by him upon the death of her parents at an impressionable age, he considered her his own daughter giving her the best of everything she desired including naming her heir to his estate with the hopes she'd follow his footsteps.
All seemed complete and yet the uncle wanted more, he yearned for a wife therefore he courted an heiress of a minimal fortune.
Unfortunately, the heiress had an eye for better standing and less on love. The niece saw through the ambitions of her uncle's wife though the man seemed oblivious to this notion.
A sudden illness gradually claimed the life of the man and with his wife and niece at his side, he succumbed to said illness. With nothing to stop her, the wife framed the niece for the death of her husband for his illness was brought on by poisoning. To the public it appears as though the young woman committed the terrible act in order to receive her inheritance sooner than later. Sentenced to death, she is on her way to prison before her death where bandits attack the garrison taking her captive for the wealthy collector they're in contract with.
Enslaved by a man who would sooner take from her what he wants, revenge is on her mind to take back what is rightfully hers. She is the wealthy man's most prized treasure.
The wealthy man is not without an heir, he has a son with whom he's estranged. The son, a mysterious sort, wants his father dead for his own reasons like the young woman only her freedom is on the line. They both need something from each other and although they won't admit it there is some desire each time their eyes meet.
Will they join forces to get what they want with something more underneath the surface of apparent hate for each other?
Nutcracker and His Benevolent Wife
"Dearest," She had the idea to roll her eyes. There he went, investigating things without his spectacles and she for the countless time had to remind him gently to put them on. "Sweetheart," She spoke her affectionate names of him realizing his attention lied elsewhere as usual. This man, she thought shaking her head, if a bullet pierced his heart God forbid his mind would still remain on the task at hand. It was any wonder half the situation they got in wasn't due to his creature of habit mannerisms. She cleared her throat. "My love," she spoke a bit louder this time.
"Y-Yes...Y-Yes..." With a start he jolted up from his crouched position near the puddle of goo. The tall man stood upright staring at her or squinting more like it in between straightening the ends of his coat. He smiled despite their location.
"What's the matter?"
"Darling," She cooed. "Put on your glasses, please." The real reason he didn't want to was he felt they made him look older, that after all this time he needed them. "You know you cannot see."
"Rubbish, I can see very well."
She crossed her arms. "Then why were you on the verge of touching that without realizing what exactly it is?" He frowned.
"I was merely...." Their eyes continued to lock, the male realized he fought a losing battle therefore he sighed reaching in his coat pocket to retrieve the thin wrap around glasses. Although they made his eyes bigger than normal, she loved them on him and him. She smiled at him lovingly. "Better?" He asked.
"Better." Now they could finish what they came to do. There was a peculiar stillness in the air she had begun to notice coming around her husband's side as he crouched down again at the entrance of the alley. Looking around, the street lanterns were on the verge of blowing out and not a single person roamed about not even the occasional late nighter. Her feelings were not pleasant. "My love, maybe we should call it a night."
"Dear," He interrupted. Pulling, the only thing he had handy, a quill from his coat pocket the man dabbed the tip in the clear liquid raising it. It was thick, foul smelling, but saliva nonetheless. "This is saliva." He showed her. She nodded holding a gloved hand up. "What could have left such an enormous amount I wonder." His voice trailed.
"Whatever the case," His wife replied. "Let it be long gone. You have your saliva, let us return home I do not want you to catch a chill."
"A chill is the least of my worries," The husband uttered. "If this belongs to something frightful, if left unchecked it will cause problems. We cannot go home just yet." About to say his name, a dreadful snarl put a definite halt to their conversation. The wife raised up, eyebrow lifted while her husband no longer crouched over. They gave a quick glance at one another as the snarling increased. A slither in the night, thunderous steps pounded against the brick ground. The shadow of the alley enveloped what stalked the close quarters.
The wife gasped. "My love, let's not wait around to see what comes out," Expecting her beloved to follow suit, the woman turns. She begins running in the quiet streets until she realizes she does not hear any steps behind. She slows down.
"Why am I running?" She whispered softly. "How could I forget, I'm dead."
Rose Gardens' renowned solver of crimes criminally and supernatural alike, the one crime Nutcracker failed to solve was the murder of his benevolent wife. It is a crime that has haunted him into a deep depression for nearly two years and due to his depression his career and reputation have suffered, the latter for public displays of intoxication.
Vehemently turning away from the eye of the city, Nutcracker drowns himself in the memories of his wife one night falling into a deep sleep. The next morning, he is awakened to a start finding his dead wife next to him. Naturally horrified, he can't explain the phenomenon nor she. She can't even remember the dreadful night she went missing only that she's with him once more as a sign.
Nutcracker resigns himself that this is indeed a sign, a second chance to pull himself from the darkness and solve the mystery of his wife's death, that and why she has returned. Together, they want to discover whether their love conquers all including death.
A Tale As Cruel As Time
Fedorn ruined it for them all. He set the ground work for feelings of distrust, manipulation, and most of all a war that would span centuries with no end in sight.
Fedorn Taayen had been the first but certainly not the last to be given much more than life. The once child was born with hair as white as snow and eyes a crystal blue. Unusual to say the least, his royal parents considered him a curse. They tossed him away without a second thought and without knowing the power brewing through the child, the power of magic.
Discovered by people angered with not only the world, the land of Bruhr too Fedorn was taken in where he grew and accepted the gift given to him. By his early teens he already mastered his magic enough to take on scores of enemies, the family he inadvertently inherited praised him for his cruelty and what he could do. Fear became intoxicating for the young man, he yearned for more to see where he could take it but soon more came. More like him born with the same hair and eyes, beings gifted with the power of magic. To the rest of the world they were the same as Fedorn dangerous and unpredictable deserving of a swift death. While contending with the now adult Fedorn, those without magic used every trick possible to destroy him and his unwillingly brethren. When it wasn't enough and Fedorn turned on both parties, humans and maaginen-those born with magic united together to stop Fedorn who had crossed the realm of magic to something more dark and sinister.
The young maaginen Sione always found fascination with the young princess across the river from where he grew up. Despite the chaos the world was in, he still found beauty in it and her although he was warned to never approach her. Even though maaginen and humans held a shaky alliance, interacting outside of the battle against Fedorn was frowned upon and forbidden by some standards. Regardless, Sione decided to talk to her. He crossed into her world, her kingdom, while she sat in her garden. At first strange, over time the two would become good friends however the relationship did not bode well with the princess's father. Knowing her attachment with the young maaginen will lead to disappointment, the man sends his daughter away. Sione is devastated when he learns the princess has been killed in a attack by Fedorn. Feeling responsible he joins his brethren in battle while the king feels it is for the best. The news of the princess's death had been mere rumors when in fact her father sent her off to be married a decision she did not agree to.
Locked in battle after battle, the maaginen and humans fight Fedorn often forced to retreat to regroup. Sione having never witnessed such brutality before feels a peculiar darkness forming inside of him. The more he sees, the more negative he becomes realizing the war will not end. Their efforts are futile. Leaving the battlefield he finds himself drawn to return to the Princess's kingdom filled with regret and longing. Feelings of responsibility and hurt turn into rage as he sees the Princess is not dead as thought. She is alive and well most of all married while she is just as surprised to see him. Enraged, Sione unleashes a devastating attack that nearly consumes all.
From a deep sleep she finally awakens to the world once more remembering the horrifying attack that could have killed her. The Princess now a Queen is slowly on the mend and shocked to learn on that day her father, Sione, and many others went missing. She, her husband, and some few managed to escape however the war rages on more than destructive than ever and the young maaginen she considered closer than a friend is deemed a traitor. Hoping to uncover the truth she, with the help of a stubborn maaginen, will venture into unknown ramparts to find it and the friend she held dear to her heart.
The Last Human
He had no real purpose other than sustaining his flawed existence, his vampire existence. The world was theirs, a playground to run rampant, and humans either they conform as slaves or be eradicated for their defiance.
He hated humans vehemently. They were what he once was and what he could never be again. They were selfish and greedy so quite naturally his hatred of them turned to pleasure upon consuming their blood. Their lives for his existence. Then, humans began to fight back to break the chains of their leashes and he the once human vampire joined his brethren of the dead to slaughter them.
A centuries old war cost countless lives with no real end in sight. The vampire almost forgot what he was fighting for. Hiding away for a spell, he resurfaced to discover vampires in their blood rage had overwhelmed humans to a point none seemed to walk the world. By doing this, they condemned themselves. He on the other hand welcomed death no matter how long it might take.
One night, he stumbles upon a group of vampires and a lone female human. They intend to drink her blood, to feast in celebration. Rather than join in, the vampire kills them. About to give the human the same fate he decides against it and his judgement. Instead, he places her life under his protection realizing not all of his humanity has been lost. He will help her and uncover the truth whether she truly is the last human.
Together, We Fight
"I will stay by your side as I have always done from afar. If they think you are weak pretend to be weak, they won't see you coming. Learn all that you can. Be dutiful and loyal on the surface while cunning and cruel underneath. When it comes time to wield the blade of your revenge look your enemy in the eye make certain that what they see in your eyes will be their last. And until that time just know in spite of your loss, the pain you feel, I am here. You have my heart and you have my strength. Together, we will fight them. All of them."
Her family was unlike any other. They were settlers from the old world in search of ramparts unknown. Their discovery brought them to a large island where they settled, became prosperous off the land and made their own world away from outside dangers. She found the greatest gift within her family, they gave her everything she could ever hope for.
A day came when a single boat washed ashore. In it was a boy around her age weakened and malnourished and tattooed. Excited at to have a playmate other than her siblings, her father sternly warned her she would not be allowed to play with him for he was a child of the Barbarisch unclean warriors of Leben known for their brutality. Rather than send the boy away though, her father fed him and put him to work for the family. This did not stop the two children from developing a friendship, the boy looking after the girl as a protector.
What life he held before, as short as it might have been did not matter. This was his life now. In time both grew into young adults, the young woman yearning for life outside her home and the young man keeping an eye on her from the distance. His held no real status therefore he could never hope to be anything to her other than a slave. While out catching fish for a celebration in the evening, the young man looks to the distance where he sees countless painted ships. Their path will lead them directly to the island and aboard them Barbarisch. What brought them to the island was unknown, but the youth knew what they would do if they caught the family. He had seen it countless times before, death, yet his blood came from them but his loyalties lied with the family.
With her.
Warning them as quickly as he can, there's not enough time to leave the island. The Barbarisch desecrate the land in search of spoils. Brought to the family, they massacre all except the girl and the Barbarisch slave. Capturing both, the two are taken from the only home they've ever known across the vast ocean completely at the mercy of their captors. In spite of this, he won't let her give up. He vows to remain loyal only to her as they plot their revenge.
->Lastly
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Everything became a blur. Following the same pattern day end and day out, he had grown tired of it and the repetitiveness. There were times when he longed for something else, screamed on the inside that more would fill his otherwise mundane life yet nothing ever changed it was always the same. He existed for the sake of existing. Although he failed to see his importance, there were people in his life who needed him and if it weren't for them, his life would fail to measure up to anything at all.
One such person he knew needed him was his girlfriend, life wasn't so simple with her. They had been together for two going on three years having met on the crowded streets of Cidade somehow. Oen often wondered what she saw in him why she was with him and how he managed to pull smiles from her or that soft manner she could say his name which he enjoyed. He decided she found something appealing in him, something he had yet to discover. She, on the other hand, drew him in by her allure. The first year held excitement, the not knowing what would happen next, those hand holding moments down to the secret kisses in public. She set fire to his world and he would do anything for her. Nothing she wanted, within reason, he would not get for her because he loved her. There had been no question after the first year, Oen was in love and said it in his very own way through the smiles on his face or the hug of his body to hers, but actually saying the words he found difficult. A pull on him kept them from leaving his mouth without the young man ever knowing why. This also was a reason why they fought, if he loved her he would tell her. He did love her, he just couldn't say it.
At two years that's when he started to feel, even with her, those feelings again life going on the same pattern. Oen tried to change it with a ring he saved up to propose he just never gave it to her. He kept it safely stored away in a box in the closet at home. He had wanted to give it to her to show her all her doubts and worries could be put to rest that he was committed to her and her alone.
Again, that unknown pull prevented him from doing so and nearly reaching three years together they lived separately and argued much more. He still loved her and was sure she still loved him, however too much damage had been done he realized. The only way to even remotely fix it perhaps sat stored away possibly collecting dust.
It ate away at him these days whether he should just go ahead and ask her to marry him, have her move in that way she could be calm enough to settle her heart.
Oen considered it as he rode the subway to the plaza, his stop. It wasn't packed by far, in fact, just a few people occupied the hard unattractive blue seats.
They were all busy playing on smartphones or engaged in the Cidade Newspaper. The latter, Oen's blue eyes occasionally ran over from where he stood. Crime was on the rise in the other three cities; Abendroth, Skade, and Belt.
Combined with Cidade, they were the four major cities with Cidade being the largest and less crime-filled aside from the small dispute here and there.
All of the cities held their own government with said government dedicated to keeping the people safe from an outside world none could really remember.
The Neprobojan, a massive wall, surrounded all four cities. No one knew why, no one questioned it save for the few fanatics claiming the government was against them. Oen didn't care, such things had nothing to do with him. His worldly blue eyes abandoned the front of the newspaper closing.
One of his arms lifted above his head where he gripped the metal pole in front of him. He was late getting off of work at least this nine to five job. Monday through Friday he pushed mail for a corporate office downtown. It was not the greatest job having people overlook him even after being there for eight years nor having any way to advance up the ladder. The reason why he stayed was for the money and benefits as well as on a good day he got off in enough time to head to his other job as a mechanic, his highlight. Oen thought best when he was under a car, inside it, taking the pieces apart to put them back together. His old man taught him everything he knew it was their bonding experience. He worked at a small shop that got peak business during the weekend, still when he got off one job he headed to the other even if it was just to hear his old boss talk about the good 'ole' days or ask him why he hadn't married his woman. It brought him some comfort.
He was not heading there tonight. For some reason the higher ups needed him to do maintenance. Well and fine, but he ended up leaving around seven catching a late train as the dusky skies gave birth to night. His girlfriend called him to remind him about dinner at her place of which he hesitantly told her, forgetting, he would be late.
Needless to say after silence, she hung up. Instead of catching the subway all the home he would ride it to the plaza then walk to her place since there wasn't a direct way.
He really wanted to shower, lay down, and say to hell with food he was that tired then again he wanted her to be happy.
Having unbuttoned the long sleeve white dress shirt, Oen let the red tie hang loose around the collar while he pulled his tank top ends out of his dress slacks. With his other hand he fished around in his pockets to make sure he had his wallet and phone and keys when the train arrived at the plaza stop. He was the only one to come to life as the automatic voice filled out on the speakers announcing the stop.
Shoving his hands in his pockets, he strolled out the opened door on the platform where passengers waited to board. The path lead to massive stairs leading up and outside. On the sides were small convenience shops and people loitering in front of them. Oen kept his eyes ahead climbing the stairs he'd done any countless number of times.
A gentle night breeze rustled his wavy black hair when he reached the plaza a grandiose place illuminated at night by hanging paper laterns and wide arched street lights.
Throughout the wide space, brick paved the ground leading to a wide center fountain where water spurted from the cherub statue's water jug. A few people sat on the rounded edge conversing or threw coins in the bottom for good luck. Several food smells assaulted Oen's nose pleasantly reminding him he was hungry, that opting to skip food for just a shower and a date in bed wasn't the best course of action. Rhythmic sounds on steel drums brought people to dance with each other while others sated their appetite purchasing food from one of the many stands scattered throughout. Instead of cheating on his girlfriend's dinner, Oen bought her some white peonies, a great choice the bubbly female owner mused when wrapping them up for him. He only smiled.
Turning away with the gift in hand, Oen noticed the loitering people from down in the subway chased off the fountain sitters and now claimed the territory as their own. It was four of them, male, all in oversized clothing laughing at their own jokes at least the three. The fourth, a guy with messy brown hair covering one side of his face took in the scene of the plaza quietly. He brought one green eye on Oen, an insincere smile lifted his lips. Oen on the other hand went about his business, he wanted nothing to do with them or any trouble they would cause.
He heard them talking and shortly after the group left the fountain their route leading in a follow after him.
One such person he knew needed him was his girlfriend, life wasn't so simple with her. They had been together for two going on three years having met on the crowded streets of Cidade somehow. Oen often wondered what she saw in him why she was with him and how he managed to pull smiles from her or that soft manner she could say his name which he enjoyed. He decided she found something appealing in him, something he had yet to discover. She, on the other hand, drew him in by her allure. The first year held excitement, the not knowing what would happen next, those hand holding moments down to the secret kisses in public. She set fire to his world and he would do anything for her. Nothing she wanted, within reason, he would not get for her because he loved her. There had been no question after the first year, Oen was in love and said it in his very own way through the smiles on his face or the hug of his body to hers, but actually saying the words he found difficult. A pull on him kept them from leaving his mouth without the young man ever knowing why. This also was a reason why they fought, if he loved her he would tell her. He did love her, he just couldn't say it.
At two years that's when he started to feel, even with her, those feelings again life going on the same pattern. Oen tried to change it with a ring he saved up to propose he just never gave it to her. He kept it safely stored away in a box in the closet at home. He had wanted to give it to her to show her all her doubts and worries could be put to rest that he was committed to her and her alone.
Again, that unknown pull prevented him from doing so and nearly reaching three years together they lived separately and argued much more. He still loved her and was sure she still loved him, however too much damage had been done he realized. The only way to even remotely fix it perhaps sat stored away possibly collecting dust.
It ate away at him these days whether he should just go ahead and ask her to marry him, have her move in that way she could be calm enough to settle her heart.
Oen considered it as he rode the subway to the plaza, his stop. It wasn't packed by far, in fact, just a few people occupied the hard unattractive blue seats.
They were all busy playing on smartphones or engaged in the Cidade Newspaper. The latter, Oen's blue eyes occasionally ran over from where he stood. Crime was on the rise in the other three cities; Abendroth, Skade, and Belt.
Combined with Cidade, they were the four major cities with Cidade being the largest and less crime-filled aside from the small dispute here and there.
All of the cities held their own government with said government dedicated to keeping the people safe from an outside world none could really remember.
The Neprobojan, a massive wall, surrounded all four cities. No one knew why, no one questioned it save for the few fanatics claiming the government was against them. Oen didn't care, such things had nothing to do with him. His worldly blue eyes abandoned the front of the newspaper closing.
One of his arms lifted above his head where he gripped the metal pole in front of him. He was late getting off of work at least this nine to five job. Monday through Friday he pushed mail for a corporate office downtown. It was not the greatest job having people overlook him even after being there for eight years nor having any way to advance up the ladder. The reason why he stayed was for the money and benefits as well as on a good day he got off in enough time to head to his other job as a mechanic, his highlight. Oen thought best when he was under a car, inside it, taking the pieces apart to put them back together. His old man taught him everything he knew it was their bonding experience. He worked at a small shop that got peak business during the weekend, still when he got off one job he headed to the other even if it was just to hear his old boss talk about the good 'ole' days or ask him why he hadn't married his woman. It brought him some comfort.
He was not heading there tonight. For some reason the higher ups needed him to do maintenance. Well and fine, but he ended up leaving around seven catching a late train as the dusky skies gave birth to night. His girlfriend called him to remind him about dinner at her place of which he hesitantly told her, forgetting, he would be late.
Needless to say after silence, she hung up. Instead of catching the subway all the home he would ride it to the plaza then walk to her place since there wasn't a direct way.
He really wanted to shower, lay down, and say to hell with food he was that tired then again he wanted her to be happy.
Having unbuttoned the long sleeve white dress shirt, Oen let the red tie hang loose around the collar while he pulled his tank top ends out of his dress slacks. With his other hand he fished around in his pockets to make sure he had his wallet and phone and keys when the train arrived at the plaza stop. He was the only one to come to life as the automatic voice filled out on the speakers announcing the stop.
Shoving his hands in his pockets, he strolled out the opened door on the platform where passengers waited to board. The path lead to massive stairs leading up and outside. On the sides were small convenience shops and people loitering in front of them. Oen kept his eyes ahead climbing the stairs he'd done any countless number of times.
A gentle night breeze rustled his wavy black hair when he reached the plaza a grandiose place illuminated at night by hanging paper laterns and wide arched street lights.
Throughout the wide space, brick paved the ground leading to a wide center fountain where water spurted from the cherub statue's water jug. A few people sat on the rounded edge conversing or threw coins in the bottom for good luck. Several food smells assaulted Oen's nose pleasantly reminding him he was hungry, that opting to skip food for just a shower and a date in bed wasn't the best course of action. Rhythmic sounds on steel drums brought people to dance with each other while others sated their appetite purchasing food from one of the many stands scattered throughout. Instead of cheating on his girlfriend's dinner, Oen bought her some white peonies, a great choice the bubbly female owner mused when wrapping them up for him. He only smiled.
Turning away with the gift in hand, Oen noticed the loitering people from down in the subway chased off the fountain sitters and now claimed the territory as their own. It was four of them, male, all in oversized clothing laughing at their own jokes at least the three. The fourth, a guy with messy brown hair covering one side of his face took in the scene of the plaza quietly. He brought one green eye on Oen, an insincere smile lifted his lips. Oen on the other hand went about his business, he wanted nothing to do with them or any trouble they would cause.
He heard them talking and shortly after the group left the fountain their route leading in a follow after him.
