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Offline flasscheTopic starter

Re: Flassche's house of plot/smut: open for all.
« Reply #25 on: April 09, 2013, 04:13:00 AM »
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Title: Gold rush

Excerpt:
Either a small term or medium term game, depending on how many characters are added. The scene would revolve around the build-up hype and renown surrounding a former athlete. Many aspiring athletes of all genders and sports flock towards him, wanting him to train them to become a better athlete. Combining strict training regiments and supplementing them with untraceable drugs will force them to reach their dreams, yet at the cost of something else. Little do they know that the drugs are changing them in more ways than they know, turning them into the perfect toys for him.
There will be a slow build-up of changes in the athlete(s), both physically and mentally.

Content:
-Training schedules
-Body alteration/Bimbofication
-Mind alteration/Slutification
-Drug use/Medical use



Scenario:


Imagine drums, loud powerful strikes that shake the earth, that would give you an idea at how fast the person´s heart was throbbing when the conformation came in.

Lance ‘Titan’ Connor was a legend, both in medical fields and performance. He starred in the summer Olympics at the young age of eighteen, competing in ice judo. At his young age he was impressive enough to claim the hearts of the audience and the judges, not to mention decimate his rivals on both the standing and ground work; Tachi- & Ne-Waza. He came second that year, an unknown Dutch male suddenly competing with the world top. Besides training he also continued his degree in bio chemistry. In the years that followed this ‘Titan simply dominated the judo world, becoming world and European champion twice in a row and bringing back the Olympic gold four years after his amazing debut. His career ended in 2020, just one month after his third Olympic victory. He suffered a knee injury that prevented him from future competition, yet even now his record still stands a testimony of his prowess and impressive training methods.

He stopped competing since that injury, yet he wasn’t stopping with the game. He began perfecting his training regimes and combining it with his degree at the university. Soon aspiring athletes of all sports and genders began to flock to him, asking him to train them. Although few were chosen, nearly everyone who was picked became a better athlete after that, several of them Olympic medallists in both the summer and winter games.

The secret of Lance’s success was both ethical and unethical, combining brutal hard work schedules with a new type of drug that was as of yet untraceable, designed by himself. He had used it himself when he was younger, increasing both his strength and stamina at the cost of very few side effect. Tinkering with this type of drug was mostly one sided when he was applying it to himself, yet now that he had multiple test subjects he began expanding it, finding new ways to use them. Eventually he had gained such a renown and had gotten a substantial financial background, more than enough to live off from, allowing him to focus on other fields of experimentation. The athletes that now went towards him were handpicked by him, mostly for entertainment sake. Of course they got what they wished, becoming better athletes, yet Lance failed to mention that they would undergo more than simply athletic performance.

Now, one year before the next Olympics, a new athlete seeks his service, unaware that Lance had big plans already.


Setting:
Realism-2027

My Character(s):

Full name: Lance  Connor
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian/Dutch
Age: 29
Height: 189 cm
Weight: 89kg
Hair colour: Light brown
Skin colour: White
Eye colour: Blue
Phallus size: 21 cm




Your Character(s):
Either male or female, hopefully multiples, whose ages are between eighteen and thirty. Any sport can be chosen for them, both winter and summer games are open for the choosing. Be specific in how he/she/them is/are described, seeing as a large part of the game revolves around slowly changing those parameters and adding onto them. Be descriptive of their (Age, Height, weight, ethnicity, hair colour/style, skin and eye colour, and the size of their reproductive organs)

Requirements:
Must be able to play one or several athletes undergoing transformation (bimbofication), either male or female characters. A small degree of background in the character’s chosen sport is required.

Other information:
-Possible elements of impregnation/pregnancy and/or genderswap.

Inspiration for the scene:
Recent Olympic games



« Last Edit: May 07, 2014, 01:45:25 PM by flassche »

Offline flasscheTopic starter

Re: Flassche's house of plot/smut: open for all.
« Reply #26 on: April 10, 2013, 07:15:03 AM »
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Title: The modern Alchemist

Excerpt:
After the fourth great economic crisis housing has gotten even more expensive. Imagine your luck when you find a somewhat large apartment four only 800 a month. The live in maintenance guy is surprisingly handy and fun to hang around with. The rules that are set up are fair and easy to live with. What could possibly be wrong? Besides the unnoticeable fumes coming in from the air ducts, the potions mixed in with your food and water, the injections at night when you are asleep. Those are barely noticeable, even less so than your body who is starting to change more and more, each day changing just a tiny fraction. You would notice the changes happening with your neighbours as well, although you find it hard to see that as unusual lately.

Content:
-Alchemy
-Physical modification
-Mental modification
-Secrecy



Scenario:

The man placed his hands above his head, fingers laced together, palms upwards, while he stretched his frame. He had made great progress today; finishing another chapter of his latest book. It still amused him at how easy his life had become ever since the computer had been invented. He had never quite gotten aboard on the whole typewriter thing, thinking it was too cumbersome and lacking a certain grace, not that the first computers weren’t immensely lacking it in the beginning. These days he was all about style and elegance, basically forcing himself to have all the latest apple gadgets. Of course, all of these things aren’t things of note, everyone has a notebook these days, or an IPhone, or an IPad, almost becoming a necessity these days. Yet, if you take in mind that this young man was somewhat older than he appeared –roughly twelve hundred years-, then it became a bit unusual.
 
Lance, or so he called himself now, was a druid, one with a pedigree to boot. In fact, amongst his kind he could be considered one of the oldest still living, with the exception of his college. He survived the great cleansing, witnessed the birth of two millenniums and the downfall of several hundred of kingdoms and empires. The reason for his longevity and survival? Adaptability. Lance had a very good understanding of what it took to embrace a new age, going with the currents instead of against it. He provided services to those who knew the best kept secrets of humanity and made sure he was seen as an ally, to all sides, something these ‘new age’ druids did not.
 



Which brings us to his latest endeavour, New York, 2019, march 28th. Lance was contracted for a special case, one that relied on discursion and precision. His employee was a person of status and had considerable pull in these parts, not enough to threaten Lance’s life, yet enough to make his life somewhat difficult. The job was easy, plus he had five years to complete it. His task was to simply hand over ‘specimens’ that had been tailored to specific measurements. He would receive housing and a place to work, be compensated for any ingredient he might use and would receive a hefty sum at the end of it all. As a bonus they would allow him access to some old scrolls that had been in their family for generations.
 
Lance was now the current and very proud owner of Celestial Apartments, a modern structure positioned just a block from one of the major arteries of New York, the perfect position. Normally these apartments would cost several thousand dollars rent a month, yet surprisingly these were going out for only 800, an very unusual sight these days, even more so after the fourth economic crisis and near colapse.
 



The apartments were quite spacious and had a modern feel to it. The block housed several of these, including a larger on at the top, specifically reserved for Lance himself. To the outside world he would be seen as Lance O’conner, handy man, hired by a large firm to oversee the state of the building and help the local residents in their daily lives. What the residents did not realise was the fact that they had been chosen from a list of applicants for the sole purpose of being moulded into the perfect slave for high positioned clients.
 
Lance would have the task of slowly corrupting these people, removing their social circles and perfecting them mentally and physically over the course of months or years, all the while acting from the shadows. Within three months he had already filled up the entire building with people who matched exactly what he had been searching for. Those three months had gone without a hitch, although he did occasionally let something break in order for him to establish a basic relationship with each individual. In their eyes he was the ‘to go guy’ whenever you needed something fixed or simply wanted to hang out to catch some well-deserved laughter.
 
Every resident had to go through an interview with Lance and a person send by the firm, demonstrating you were considered a good fit for the rest of the residence. A well-documented contract would list all the rules and agreements that would go along with the rental of these rooms, yet they could be summed up in Six simple rules.

The rules:
Rule 1: All residents are between the ages of eighteen and forty-five.
Rule 2: All residents are to pay their rent at the first Monday of every new month.
Rule 3: There are to be no pet of any kind in any apartment.
Rule 4: All residents are either employed or are following an education with the prospect of a job.
Rule 5: Preference to only singles living in the flat, exceptions will be made for couples who finish a second interview.
Rule 6: There are to be no modifications to any walls, floors, or ceilings to the apartments, ever.

Lance groaned as he flicked on the monitoring devices on his laptop, giving him nearly all the angles in every apartment. He glanced at the individuals and began making his notes. He was going to start his modification process starting today, making sure it would be a slow and steady process. He already had acquired all the necessary starting data for his entire experimentation group. All that was left for him was to type them out in a document and save them with the rest of the information.


Setting:
Modern-2019

My Character(s):
Lance has the physical appearance of a man around twenty five, although his is much, much older than that. Bright grey eyes sparkle with the knowledge of centuries while a soft white smile hide that from other humans. He is of average height and build, although he does his best to keep in shape. His left arm is covered in completely in tattoos, although that particular ink isn’t used any more, nor remembered. He has dark blond hair, nearly brown, usually kept short and unruly.

Your Character(s):
Any of the men and woman living in the apartment block is open for the choosing. A partner is free to choose any gender and any amount of characters he or she feels comfortable with. Be specific in how he/she/them is/are described, seeing as a large part of the game revolves around slowly changing those parameters and adding onto them. Be descriptive of their (Age, Height, weight, ethnicity, hair colour/style, skin and eye colour, and the size of their reproductive organs)

Requirements:
Must be able to play one or several tenants undergoing physical or mental alterations, either male or female characters. Must be able to add something to the story/plot in any shape of form.

Other information:
-Possible elements of impregnation/pregnancy and/or genderswap.

Inspiration for the scene:
Movie: The resident.



« Last Edit: May 07, 2014, 01:50:20 PM by flassche »

Offline flasscheTopic starter

Re: Flassche's house of plot/smut: open for all.
« Reply #27 on: April 16, 2013, 06:42:11 AM »
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Title: It is Evolution

Excerpt:
We follow a brave crew of astronauts and scientists as they establish the first lunar base. Their moral is high and the progress they make is astounding, imagine their surprise when they find life! Actual life has been found on this rock, although it is much different than they expected. These foolish men and woman try to understand it, research it, even though he first encounter was extraordinary to say the least. Had they known what would happen in these weeks they would have never come to this moon, this place of evil. (Alien/Prometheus universe)

Content:
-Breeding: Through eggs and other means
-Aliens: In all shapes and sizes
-Evolution
-Space



Scenario:

The entity felt the heat, the burning, as the atmosphere turned aflame, seconds later vanishing completely. The heat wave was enough to kill it three times over, only a sliver of its former self remained intact. The connection with its ‘host’ severed, leaving it in a frail and weakened state. What had once been a legion, a collective might of several thousand years of breeding and harvesting biological energy, now only a single egg remained. The comet had destroyed its former home, shattering the entire planet and sending chunks of it spiralling into nothingness. The remaining egg was on one of those chunks, encased in hard stone, waiting for centuries until it finally slammed into a small rocky moon orbiting a planet.

It stayed there for years, decades, finally even centuries. It would have remained there indefinitely until it picked up something; warmth on this cold rock. Life had come to this rock, this moon. Centuries of instincts told the egg to come to life, reactivate itself. It would need to adapt, evolve rapidly in order to archive what was needed to be done. It lost its host during the destruction of its former planet so it would need to become it, adapt to the situation. The single tiny worm shape slowly began swirling around the egg until it gained more control over its own mobility and strength. Alone it would be weak, pathetic, yet with more of its kind it could be more, something unstoppable.

Using all of its collected energy it sends out a signal, one aimed at a nearby life form, instilling it with a strange desire to look closer at the rock surface. The egg would wait, be patient and strike at the perfect moment. It would use this warm fleshy creature to further himself, breed more of its own kind, more of itself to fuse with. With each of its kind that fused with each other, it would grow, both in size and intellectually. The stone-like outer shell of the egg would keep the small creature safe, yet in time it would dissolve that bit, letting the softer inner egg fuse with the creature that would find him in this dark place. Soon, soon he would be whole again.



Embarking on the greatest exodus mankind has ever seen; establishing a colony on earth’s younger brother, the moon.  A few years ago, a grouping of several astronauts landed on the moon. For a while, they were fine, establishing the great blueprint of what was to be their new colony. Deep space exploration research was being developed at speeds that was simply astounding. A deeper understanding and mapping of the moon was established. New generation satellites were being crafted as mankind ushered into a new golden age. Life was good… Until one of them found the egg.
That one egg would soon become a unstoppable horde of breeding creatures.

Setting:
Modern-near future

My Character(s):
For this scene I would be playing a whole variety of characters. The two most important ones would be the creature itself and all the offspring/copies of itself. These would look similar to the Alien franchise, yet also some of my or our own design, allowing some freedom in how we play.

The other main character would be the commander in charge of the mission there. He would act sort of as a game master and story teller, allowing me to shape the world and steer your character(s) in directions that would make sense, or fun!

Your Character(s):
Feel free to pick as many astronauts as you feel comfortable in playing as your main characters. We will share the burden of any side characters who get to bite the literary bullet. A partner is free to choose any gender and any amount of characters he or she feels comfortable with.

See the list below for the astronaut(s) file.
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‘include picture here’

Full name:
Gender: (Male/female/other)
Ethnicity:
Age:
Sexuality:
Height:
Hair colour:
Skin colour:
Eye colour:
Profession: (Job description or study)
If female Breast size: (Cup size)
If Male phallus size: (Inches or cm)
Virgin: (yes/no)
Children: (yes/no, including number)
Relationship: (yes/no)

Physical bio: (Positive/negative traits)
Mental Bio: (Positive/negative traits)


Requirements:
Some knowledge of the alien franchise, either movies or the games, at least enough to know the basic appearance of the alien creatures. See Google if you need a better understanding.

Other information:
-Possible elements of impregnation/pregnancy.
-Possible elements of Physical/mental alterations and/or Genderswap

Inspiration for the scene:
Movie: Alien/Prometheus



« Last Edit: May 07, 2014, 01:53:22 PM by flassche »

Offline flasscheTopic starter

Re: Flassche's house of plot/smut: open for all.
« Reply #28 on: April 24, 2013, 04:19:48 AM »
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Title:  A Pokémon Master

Excerpt:
Every boy and girl dreams to become it; a Pokémon master. For those young people it is a noble dream, yet for one that dream has turned sour. It was taken away from him at a young age, his parents deciding against it. It wasn’t until he became a man that he pursued it anyway, mind sharp and cruel. We follow this man’s crusade to become a Pokémon master, one without equal. His actions would scare the average Team Rocket member and frighten the local law enforcement. Watch as this man becomes what he has always wanted to, at any cost, no matter how many people and Pokémon he has to abuse and steal.

Content:
-Non con: towards both humans (male/female) and Pokémon
-Interspecies
-Cruelty
-Master/submissive

 

Scenario:


"Breaking news from the Indigo Plateau,
the Pokemon league is announcing an all new tournament open to any trainer from any region!
More details coming soon."

The TV newscaster announced.

Those words were all that it took, shaking his resolve and strengthening it. Lance slowly arose from the chains of his deep sleep with a sharp awareness of today's coming events. His eyelids slowly arose and he surveyed the room for a moment before coming into his usual dark state of mind. Today was the day he would get his starting Pokémon, one who would join him on a trip for the rest of his journey.

His father, Jack Grey, a top class Pokémon Breeder, stood in front of him with a blank expression on his face. Jack had tried to convince his son to pick up the family trade, breeding Pokémon and having a stable lifestyle. He had managed to talk his son out of becoming a trainer for a few years now, yet at the age of twenty five his son suddenly decided to go out and seek his own fate. There had been some arguments -if one could call a scream-fest an argument-, about his son’s fate, the stupidity of it all. Finally the father had given in and made an appointment with a local professor. Lance barely acknowledged his father as he got dressed and made his way downstairs, grabbing some supplies before he left.

It would only be a short walk towards the professor, perhaps ten minutes, tops. Irritation filled his veins when he noticed the large crowd that had formed in front of the building, blocking his way. Apparently he wasn’t the only one who was trying his luck at becoming a Pokémon master. So there he stood, nearly a head taller than most around him, not to mention years older than the average brat here. People did not become a trainer at such an ‘old age’. He fought his way through irritation and kept his visage calm and emotionless.

After two hours waiting he finally had the items he wanted, a starting Pokémon and a Pokédex. He only needed the former, yet the latter might come in handy, not that he needed any information. Due to his background he knew most Pokémon from watching them in his father’s line of work, knowing their strengths and weaknesses. He ignored the professor the minute he had his starting set, walking out of the building and slamming the door shut, not caring that it might be seen as offensive. He was getting tired of these fucking kids hanging around and acting all excited.

(+1 starter Pokémon, +1 Pokédex.)

Two hours later, two hours of none stop walking, away from his old life. The road had been even and so far he had not yet encountered anything of worth. He decided it was high time he would introduce himself to his new Pokémon, establish a firm line of command. He was the master, the boss. He had heard of starter Pokémon being a bit rebellious if one did not have a gym badge, yet Lance doubted that would happen to himself. He had gained an impressive strong build from working with his father and he had the mentality to use that said build if a Pokémon even considered irritating him.

He grabbed the pokéball and threw it on the ground, watching a red light form on the ground, transporting his Pokémon to the ground. In his mind he already had a solid plan, a way to glory. He wasn’t going to be like any trainer that had been before him. He knew people his age already had years and years of experience behind them, yet they lacked something. Lance wasn’t shy to get his hands dirty, knock a few heads or abuse a few rears to get what he wanted. If a trainer’s pokémon was too strong, Lance would follow, silently, and either steal from or beat up that Pokémon trainer when he was asleep.


Setting:
Pokémon universe/modern

My Character(s):

Name: Lance Grey
Age: 25
Species:: Human
Gender:: Male
Height: 6”2”
Hair colour: Brown
Skin colour: Tanned
Eye colour: Green
Profession: Pokémon trainer/Breeder

Physical Traits:
-Unusual genetics: His physiology is quite flexible, allowing him procreate with most species.

Mental Traits:
-linguistic instinct: Was born with a affinity for languages, both human and Pokémon. Is able to understand both.

Your Character(s):
Any of the Pokémon you desire. At first it would be one, yet over time more would come, either legally or illegally. The main starter would stick with him until the end, the others only if the partner has a specific wish.

Requirements:
At least a tiny understanding of the Pokémon universe and the creatures that live within, either from the television series, movie, or the games.

Other information:
-Possibly impregnation/pregnancy.

Inspiration for the scene:
Pokémon universe



« Last Edit: May 07, 2014, 01:53:58 PM by flassche »

Offline flasscheTopic starter

Re: Flassche's house of plot/smut: open for all.
« Reply #29 on: April 30, 2013, 05:03:34 AM »
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Title: 35-E

Excerpt:
A new drug has hit the streets, 35-E, or EVE as the raving industry calls it. It has swept the nation in a matter of months, almost destroying any and all other drug usage. A new task force within the DEA is tasked to locating and stopping the manufacturing of this drug and find the man responsible for creating it, the illusive ‘prince’. Yet, what would happen when the prince starts hunting them, forcing these officers in disguise to taste a little EVE themselves, although a more powerful version. The prince will marvel as these strong willed male and female officers slowly fade away and turn into female hormonally driven bimbos.

Content:
-Drug use
-Physical Alterations (Bimbofication)
-Mental alterations (Slutification)
-Crime/Detective
-Hidden identity

 

Scenario:
‘35-E’ is an pathogenic and hormonal drug which, as of yet, lacks any kind of sibling or familiar drug, making it new and unpredictable. The drug 35-E has become widely known as "EVE", shortened to "E" or "V". It is usually administered orally in the form of a street pill, although rumours has it that it also highly potent in a liquidized form. From what we gathered it seems to induce euphoria, a sense of intimacy and a diminished sense of anxiety. We have also heard reports of physical and mental changes, although we cannot be certain of those rumo-“



The man cut off, eyes scanning the door and watching his superior walk in. A brief exchange took place before the man went outside again, back straight and moving with determination that only comes from years of hard earned success. The man who walked of out the room was the head of the DEA, the man responsible for stopping this new wave of drugs that is sweeping the nation. The man who had led the meeting closed down the power pointer and began handing out folders; maps containing these officer’s new aliases.

These men and women would be the grunts doing the hard work, finding out how the drugs are distributed, how it affects the human body and who the supplier and manufacture is. They only have little information, yet no hard evidence. Apparently the one who made the drug calls him or herself ‘prince’, an alias that has built up quite the street rep. The man has singlehandedly destroyed any and all competition, removing the need for any other drug. Eve is apparently so powerful that it blocks off the cravings and physical need for the other chemicals, instead letting the body focus entirely on Eve. It has little physical negative side effects, only mentally does it have a harsh withdrawal phase.

What these brave police officers didn’t know was that 1 in every 100 pill or shot is tampered with, changing the user. It emphasises the creation of natural female hormones within the human body, while diminishing others. A few sessions of those pills or one single shot will see some changes; a faster metabolism that increases weight loss, more trouble with concentration, accentuation of female physical traits, decrease in intelligence, higher libido, decrease in male hormones.

If only the public knew about them, knew the risks of it all. While the police hunted for the drug and this ‘prince’, they had no idea that he was already watching them, amused at their pathetic attempts at finding him. Did they not realise that he was already hunting them? Hunting for new additions for his harem.


Setting:
Modern

My Character(s):
For this scene I would be playing a several characters. The two most important ones would be the ‘prince’ and one of the police officers in charge of finding him. Most of the sexual encounters would revolve around the prince, seeing as he is quite spoiled and doesn’t like to share.
I would play also a wide variety of other characters; ravers, criminals, other officers, doctors, etc.
The prince would be in his late twenties, male and of white complexity.

Your Character(s):
Either one main character and several side characters or multiple main characters while I take care of the rest. Feel free to choose either male of female for your character(s). If male do take in consideration that his gender might change if enough EVE is administered.
Your characters are DEA-Police officers, all of them with a good background and some field experience. Keep that in mind before conjuring up an eighteen year old character.

Example 1
Example 2
Example 3
Example 4
Example 5

Requirements:
Capable of playing a semi-convincible character with a police background, either male or female. He or she would be exposed to the EVE chemical and would undergo slow changes to their bodies and minds. A good partner is somewhat skilled in writing out these slow and steady changes and making the characters react to that.

Other information:
-Possible elements of impregnation/pregnancy
-Possible elements of incest

Inspiration for the scene:
Sick mind.



« Last Edit: May 07, 2014, 02:04:39 PM by flassche »

Offline flasscheTopic starter

Re: Flassche's house of plot/smut: open for all.
« Reply #30 on: May 04, 2013, 02:00:31 AM »
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Title:The Invasion

Excerpt:
It all happened so quickly. At first there were several bright lights suddenly appearing, scattered in every direction, then came the soldiers. From those portals of light came creatures wearing steel and leather, shooting metal and hurling fire. They called themselves humans, the new rulers of this place. The story would follow the first days of the invasion and the capture of some of the local populace. One mage would take interest in one or more of these inhabitants and decides to learn as much about them as is possible.

Content:
-Non con
-Interspecies
-Forced obedience
-Master/submissive
-Magical play


Scenario:

The sounds of impact were almost constant now, men shooting their contraptions of destruction in a wide arc towards the city, the capital. By now the reports whether these people had actually offered resistance would likely be gone, as were any resistance. The humans had been to powerful, to disciplined, to prepared. Like a tidal wave they had come flooded into this place, stepping out of gateways right near the heart of civilisation here, on this distant planet. No sentries would have spotted them, no army close enough. The humans had brought three entire armies into this world in the blink of an eye. No matter how advanced, nothing could resist a blitzkrieg of that magnitude and precision.

Granadiers blasted the populace from afar, shooting heated metal that exploded on impact, sending hot shrapnel in every direction and blasting apart even the toughest rock. They were the reason for the constant impact, walking canons of destruction. Every grenadier was surrounded by at least four Riflemen, making sure they were well protected. Every Grenadier was clothed in thick woollen with leather covers, surrounded with thick plates of steel and bronze. They did not need to move fast, just shoot and advance occasionally.

Riflemen began to advance the minute the constant stream impact began to lessen, dwindling as grenadiers retreated a few yards, resupplying to make sure they had enough for another round. The riflemen were many, near a legion. They fought from a small distance, picking of resistance or just fleeing creatures from vantage points. Their armour was a bit lighter, yet still more than enough to shrug off the average arrow or rock. They carried a long rifle that spat out small spheres of lead, capable of tearing through stone or flesh. It was more precise yet less lethal in a grander scale.

These men and women rushed in the capital, shooting first and looking later. They had more than enough ammo and had a few blade like weapons on their gauntlets, able to extend and retract when they needed it. They hunted in groups of three, always watching each other’s blind spots every so often. These men took the greatest risks, yet also had the most to gain. Any treasure would be found first by them, not to mention the thrill of killing anything that moved from close at hand. They made the streets ran with blood, or at least the streets that were still somewhat intact.

Occasionally one might find a Mage walking alone or with only a small retinue. They walked differently, more confidant. Even in a place that was already being exterminated in every direction, these people were emanating real danger. One needed to only see their posture to know that they were the real danger here, not to mention that even the human soldiers tended to avoid them like the plague. They created fire out of thin air, throwing or directing it as they saw fit. They merely pointed and watched stone crumble as if it was mere pebbles. They had different agenda’s, yet they obliterated anything that even remotely gazed at them for more than a second.

From a great distance one could see the capital burn, imagine hearing the cries of thousands as they were being put to the sword, rifle or boot.




Some hundred miles north of the capital was a smaller town. It was small, probably not even having a thousand inhabitants, yet it had a strategic purpose and was close to a nearby mountain that was rich in ores. The harsh assault that was happening in the capital was clearly visible from here, yet the brutality wasn’t as harsh in this place. A bright sphere of light had appeared in the centre of town and at the two exits, from each these fifty Riflemen sprang followed by five Grenadiers. They quickly took positions at the gates, climbing the walls and from the centre of town shoot at anything that was holding something that even remotely appeared to be used for a weapon.

At first the population started to flee in every direction, screaming or carrying the fallen. The made their way towards the gates, yet quickly found that stepping within 20 meters of the walls meant that you received a lead sphere in the head. If you came to close to a mage whilst running in panic, you were simply being torn apart from the inside, thrown to the side like discarded junk.
The population quickly realised that they were trapped, surrounded by their walls that was supposed to keep them safe!

If they did not move or simply hide in their homes, they would be left alone, hopefully. It was in one such a home that a sudden door was kicked in, two soldiers rushing in to secure it before a mage entered, orbs scanning the surroundings before moving in deeper. He noticed the life forms that were huddling in the corner, no doubt the inhabitants of this place. He needed to find a suitable test subject, perhaps a few, for his experiments in this new and strange world.

Setting:
Fantasy/Medieval

My Character(s):
Lance De’voalt is a prodigy mage of almost unlimited calibre. He and a select few have been chosen to join the main army on this crusade or invasion of this new planet, providing portals and other magic. The mages and himself are not bound by any law besides those of their own chapter, a guiding principle of sorts. In truth Lance is young, proud and willing to prove himself to further his position within the empire. Conquering a planet isn’t enough, he needs more. Thus he finds himself seeking subjects for a new experiment, either gathering new information or taming these wildlings.

Your Character(s):
Either male or female or multiples. Their age would be 21+, old enough to have world knowledge. The characters background is open for Interpretation; height, species, age, profession, build, gender, etc. Their personality would be quite normal to strong, although forced into a submissive stance. They will slowly break and adjust to their new submissive position.

Requirements:
Must be able to play either one or multiple main characters.

Other information:
-Possible elements of impregnation/body alterations.

Inspiration for the scene:
Avatar - Steampunk




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Title:The Magus

Excerpt:
“I have been called the blood Lance, Magus, Lancarius the arcane, Wielder of the blue flame, Silver haired demon. I have earned those names. Bought and paid for them with blood and humanity. I have lived the lives of four men, yet still I am young. I have stolen the gifts of maidens and the innocents of squires. My presence alone has brought an end to the sixty year long war in the north. I have destroyed the city of Veladius, slaughtering thousands to save a few. I have killed men in ways that would make an army weep. I have claimed so many woman a forest has less branches than my family line. I have slept with a goddess and seduced a demon. My name is Lancarius Osirium Ruyinius, highest mage of the Arcane university, wielder of the title of Magus.
You may have heard of me.”

We follow the tale of either one or multiple students as they get assigned to this legend of a man, their new teacher. The story would consists of many deep character enriching elements and a solid plot, implementing a unique way of using magic and adventure, sprinkled with dramatic events and a sliver of hope.

Content:
-Unique magic system.
-Teacher Student.
-Age play.



Scenario:

The town of Serlacia, 1321, summer.

Most things fade with time, slowly sinking into obscurity before finally being lost to time and memory. The memory of your first word, gone. The familiar scent of the first flower you encounter, lost. The face of your parents, faded. The exception was that one moment, that single event.

You still can still remember that day, that divining moment in your life. Fear had claimed your voice that day, made your young limbs tremble and pinned your feet to the ground. You had been at market that day, hoping to find something. It had been a busy and crowded morning, the scent of spices thick in the air. You still remember smelling the scents of fresh roses in the stall next to you. You remember the coldness of sweat on your back, the scent of oiled steel in the air as three men made their way through the crowds, hammering at bystanders. They claimed they were the kings men, loyal soldiers that needed to collect this month’s levy tribute. One glance at their ragged appearance and worn and torn clothing spoke volumes about their true professions; bandits.
They had already put the smith’s apprentice to the sword when the boy offered up even the smallest sliver of resistance, making him bleed out while spending his last few minutes wailing for his sister, dead eyes un able to find her in the crowd.

You remember the way they began to peer into the crowd, eyes hungry for coin and other things, brows tight by their disappointment from the lack of coin. Slowly they began to become more physical, grabbing farmers daughters, shaking merchants, punching down people. After a few minutes one of them began to make his way towards you, sword arched up high as if going to strike. You still remember how slow your heart rate was at that moment, as if everything began to move more slowly. The sword went down and stopped only a few inches from your face, the wielder confused. The strong steel blade began to glow red, more and more by the seconds, finally it began to drip apart, forming a puddle of molten steel on the ground, hissing angrily at the colder air.
Before the former wielder of the blade had a chance to reply he was suddenly launched in the air and vanished in a large blue flame, disappearing within a mere second. All that was left of him was a dark ashy powder that began to drift downwards, covering the crowd and the nearby rooftops, that and the sudden increase in the wind’s ferocity.
People began to look for the source of this mysterious event, eyes bulging when they finally noticed what had been the cause of it all.


His silver hair was alive in the strong wind, dancing wildly and giving the man an unnatural grace. His armour was of the finest black leather, decorated with lines of silver. His bright blue orbs were alien, as if the coldest ice in the world had decided to settle in those twin gems, making it his home. One simple gaze of those eyes made a dozen villagers faint and caused the others to grow pale. Several of them even released their bodily fluids. The Magnus had come!


Several years later


The Arcane city, 1331, spring.

A group of young males and females were sitting in one of the carriages, making their way towards the Academy. A few of them were discussing what fields they would study, others making bold statements as to what they would achieve within a few years’ time. One of them was telling a story, holding the attention of several men and woman. He spoke of the greatest mage to have ever lived; The Magus. He was telling them about the time the Magus had saved the town of Serlacia, riding thunder down to the earth and saving the populace from a small army that had tried to raid the town. Their numbers were over a hundred, all armed to the teeth. The Silver haired demon had simply woven his hand and all their swords began to melt. He had gazed upon them and they grew old, giving the demon mage their youth. At the snap of a finger, all of them suddenly were on fire, vanishing from the lands and even burning out their threads of fade completely, doomed to never being reborn. He finished the story with a flurry, receiving applaud and more questions when he was done. Everybody knew of him, the greatest mage that had ever lived, yet everyone knew he was either a myth or a man who had lived a long, long time ago.

Situated in the arcane city’s dried up lake, the University is a place of higher learning dealing in many different fields. While the rest of the world is slowly making steps towards science, the University has already embraced it fully, rising technologically and culturally above all the known kingdoms and empires. The University stands out due to its instruction in disciplines that closely resemble arcane arts, During this time the University has somewhere under around two thousand students.
The University is a place of understanding and bettering mankind. It offers many subjects and fields of study. The following fields of study are the most notorious;

-History:
Refers to the academic discipline which uses a narrative to examine and analyse a sequence of past events, and objectively determine the patterns of cause and effect that determine them. Historians sometimes debate the nature of history and its usefulness by discussing the study of the discipline as an end in itself and as a way of providing "perspective" on the problems of the present. Many kingdoms offer a position in court to a graduate Academic who has specialised in this field, preferring to call them historians.

-Mathmatics:
Mathematics is the abstract study of quantity, structure, space, change, and many other topics. People who have made this field their speciality call themselves Mathematicians. They seek out patterns and formulate new conjectures. Mathematicians resolve the truth or falsity of conjectures by mathematical proof. When mathematical structures are good models of real phenomena, then mathematical reasoning can provide insight or predictions about nature. Many building guilds or noblemen hire these men, knowing that these men and woman can creature wonders, brining shape to structures that would normally collapse under its own weight. Nearly all of the current bridges and newly form manors and keeps have been designed by these people.

-Sympathy:
Sympathy is a system of energy manipulation in the Chronicle that requires extreme skill and concentration. Most common folk few this as a form of magic. Sympathy requires a user to create a sympathetic link between two objects. What is done to one object will affect the other. For example, if a sympathist creates a sympathetic link between two coins, he may move both coins equal distances by exerting force on only one. The coin that is not directly acted on by the sympathist will move with the same force and direction as the coin acted on by the sympathist. With such a sympathetic link, however, moving one of the coins will weigh as much as moving both of the coins.
However, sympathy is not perfect, and some energy is always lost. Therefore, to move both coins, the symphathist will have to use more force than it would usually take to move two coins.
Sympathy is viewed with extreme superstition by the populace and is associated with demons and dark powers. Few students are able to grasp this art, even fewer are able to master it. It is also the most dangerous field of study at the academy, housing the highest death and insanity rating.

-Sygaldry:
Sygaldry is a discipline of study taught at the University. Sygaldry involves the use and application of runes, which create effects similar to a permanent form of sympathy. The most common example of sygaldry are lamps, which converts ambient heat in the environment into light. Sygaldry, simply put, is a set of tools for channelling forces. Like sympathy made solid. Sygaldrists is not a name associated any more with people who practice this art, instead these men and women prefer to call themselves engineers. Although he people are a bit sceptical of this form of ‘magic’ the artefacts these people make are in great demand, often fetching ridicules amounts of coins.

-Alchemy:
The usage of alchemy are varied; these include the creation of several alloys due to a combining of metals, the ability to transform base metals into the noble metals at the expense of other elements, the distillation of supplements or damaging properties to the physical and mental aspects of the human body. Many failed alchemists have set up shop in smaller towns and villages, becoming a form of druid who sells ointments and potions to cure simple things. A skilled Alchemist is a rare gem, seeing as most of the skill involved is something that cannot be taught only developed further.

-Medicine:
Medicine is the applied science or practice of the diagnosis, treatment, and prevention of disease. It encompasses a variety of health care practices evolved to maintain and restore health by the prevention and treatment of illness in human beings. People from far off come to the University to seek the medical help that is offered here, bringing in a steady income and a nonstop stream of volunteers to practice on. The practitioners of Medicine, or Medicus as they like to call them, work closely with Alchemist, implementing their potions and salves to restore the their patients. From sewing wounds to mending broken bones, stilling fevers or delivering new life, the Medicus does it all.



Two hundred people had gathered for the opening ceremony, both male and female, all hoping they would be accepted in the University. Each of them was lined up in perfect rows, a presentation of their commitment and dedication. Before them stood the nine masters of the University, the absolute experts in their fields. There were other teachers, yet a master stood above all. In the past there had been more or less, yet nine stood before the crowd today. Usually each master had several teachers working for him, allowing him to teach many more than was usually efficient if he or she were to do so on his own. There were exceptions to this rule, the medicus and the sympathist preferred to teach directly, seeing as their fields required even more precision than what a was normal.

Slowly one by one they began to introduce themselves. The high-master Lorian, a world renown mathematician who has singlehandedly designed over a hundred buildings, ninety of them still standing. Elena Boria, the master of Medicine, the only person alive who has ever tried her hands at a heart transplant and succeeded. The list went on, each master standing up and telling his or her name, the profession and what they were mostly known for. The last master simply remained seated, eying the crowd and waving a hand dismissively, already bored at the prospect of introducing himself.

“Lance, sympathy.”

The man commented, remaining seated and inspecting his digits, as if there was something terribly interesting behind them. There was a small mutter within the crowds, some students asking others who the man was, if he was even a master.
The high-master raised his eyebrows at this, shaking his head as he glanced to his side, eying the ninth master. His expression was stern, as if he was saying that there would be words after this and even more if the man did not man up and do this simple act. After a minute of staring the ninth master finally stood up, eyes and posture suddenly changing. One second ago he had a lazy posture and eyes that appeared to be glazed over from a lack of concentration, now he stood tight and concentrated, jaw tight and eyes a deep icy blue.

“I have been called the blood Lance, Magus, Lancarius the arcane, Wielder of the blue flame, Silver haired demon. I have earned those names. Bought and paid for them with blood and humanity. I have lived the lives of four men, yet still I am young. I have stolen the gifts of maidens and the innocents of squires. My presence alone has brought an end to the sixty year long war in the north. I have destroyed the city of Veladius, slaughtering thousands to save a few. I have killed men in ways that would make an army weep. I have claimed so many woman a forest has less branches than my family line. I have slept with a goddess and seduced a demon. My name is Lancarius Osirium Ruyinius, highest mage of the Arcane university, wielder of the title of Magus.
You may have heard of me.”

There wasn’t any muttering of students after that, simply silence while the other eight masters were shaking their heads or pinching the spots between their eyes, no doubt understanding that they would need several months to calm these new students down. The masters left after the ceremony, several dozen scribes taking their place. They would write down he names and appearances of the new students and hand them a bundle of basic information on where to go and when they were to be expected for their entrance exams.

Setting:
Fantasy/Medieval

My Character(s):
I would be playing the Magus in this scene. He would be one of the teacher’s assigned to your character(s) and would be one of the main elements in the story. Much of him is open for discussion, yet much of him I would rather keep hidden for mysterious plot elements.
Many of the side characters in this world would be played by me, offering more depth.

Your Character(s):
Either one or more students in the University. He or she or them can be as old as you like, yet all must be eighteen or older. Also open to my partner playing a teacher as a main or side character.

Requirements:
Able to add something to the story, either with side or main characters or enriching the environment with detail. This is not a Smut focused story, although there will be plenty of those scenes involved.
One must be able to understand that magic in this rp is not a HP or Tolkien kind of magic. You need not read the any of the Patrick Rothfuss books, yet it would help. I will carefully explain every element of this world in understandable words as the rp evolves, adding more depth and colour to this world.

Other information:
-Possible elements of impregnation/pregnancy
-Possible elements of incest

Inspiration for the scene:
Kvoth



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Title:Tartarus

Excerpt:

Imagine being send to the most secure prison in the world. One that, despite its relatively young age, is covered in a bloody history. Both inmates and guards have heard of the tales of the blood Ghost, or prisoner 112. So what happens when your character not only gets send to this hell hole, but also receives the prisoner number 112. Both the plot and smut devices would be similar, dark and intense.

Content:
-Prison
-Crime
-Noncon
-Murder



Scenario:
In classic mythology there existed a place called Tartarus. It is a deep, gloomy place, a pit, or an abyss used as a dungeon of torment and suffering that resides beneath the underworld. This prison housed the Titans; foul creatures who had committed every sin imaginable. The gods had built this prison to keep these fiends secure and away from the purity of light. Fitting then that in the year of 2033 a similar prison had been built by mankind to house its own titans. In a mere twenty short years mankind had lost its innocence –or what was left of it- due to technological advancements and increasingly shrinking job markets and social security. Crimes rates reached an all-time high and quickly prisons began to fill up with all kinds of inmates. In a desperate act for security and control, numerous nations across the world united their efforts to stop this rising crime rate. After 13 years of building, their united effort had finally paid off. It was dubbed the Tartarus.

A long corridor…. They had to walk it all the way, exposed, under the observation of the ever vigilant but ever-blank faces of the guards. The miserable, pathetic prisoners’ eyes were trying to devour them, a corrupted glint in them at the expectation of new spectacles and the walking dead. The pale faces, blue lips and digits spoke volumes off the freezing temperature outside, sometimes plummeting as low as -90 degrees Celsius. Within the walls of Tartarus was a constant temperature off 31,2 degrees Celsius. Should a prisoner step one foot outside the walls of Tartarus and it would quickly become clear why it is the most secure prison in this world.





The facility is built on top of Mount Terror, a large shield volcano that forms the eastern part of Ross Island, Antarctica. With a summit elevation of 3230 meters and numerous cinder cones and domes on the flanks of the shield, it holds a facility of several thousand tons off imported material, although iron and other metals are mined by inmates now a days. It is currently housing 54.000 thousand inmates with a daily death rate of 0,1%. Food and water is grown and distilled inside the facility, maintained by prisoners. Every two weeks supplies will arrive per boat, carrying supplies and new inmates. Guards and other staff work two week shifts, each constantly screened upon arrival and leaving. When offered enough credits, inmates can put in a order for supplies and items that are considered ‘safe’ enough.

The facility consists of 60 floors; 54 serving as housing for the inmates, with around a thousand per floor; the other six floors serve other specific functions. Inmates are branded with a specific unique barcode upon arrival and been granted a number. The barcode serves as a personal id, allowing them to access their own quarters and sign up for work. The more work an inmate does, the more credit is earned at the end of the week, provided they live that long.

There are 4 simple rules within Tartarus.
1. Any aggression in what shape or form directed at a staff member will result in either death or the cold walk.
2. Any escape attempt will be met with either death or the cold walk.
3. Any inmate caught assaulting or murdering another inmate will be executed or send out for a cold walk.
4. Any inmates caught carrying weapons will be shot on sight, regardless of having used them or not.

Blake Mathew Grey, a spectacle! He hated shows and exhibitions. He could only go through with them when he knew it was necessary for the deceit of the masses. He had always derived immense pleasure from the knowledge that he knew more than what he let the world know. It was almost arousing to be seen as the whimpering fool, when he was planning to strangle the arrogant multitudes in new ways. How many years had it been now since he had been forced in this rotten dump… four.. maybe five years now? He had been one of the first –the best of the worst humanity had to offer- too have been sent to this place. He was one of the few inmates that still bore the barcode upon his right wrist. It quickly had been changed location from the wrists to the shoulder, seeing as dismemberment was a frequent occurrence in the beginning. A ‘barred wrists’ usually was a sign of respect and honour amongst inmates; only a few hundred of them were still living, after all these years. Ancients, people called them, bah! Idiots.

Blake usually kept a low profile, not like back in the beginning. He stayed clear from the three major clans or smaller gangs and kept his mind busy upon other things. A handful people know him by name, or at least what he had told them. Although his face and name was quickly dismissed, his code wasn’t. 112 was the shortest number on the list, making him the eldest. No one knew who 112 was, some even claimed it was a myth. All the people knew was that the beginning of the Tartarus project was covered in blood. 112 murders had taken place within half a year. The murders had been systematically. First inmate 111 was found in his cell with a piece of iron jammed in his chest. Inmate 110 remains had been scattered all over the facility. The murders went on for days, months even. Finally when Inmate 1 died, the other inmates thought they were safe, that it was over. A day later they found inmate 113, strung up against the door leading to the service elevator, the number 112 carved in his chest. 


Murder. His father had done it occasionally for the money. A brutal man, however brilliant, whose sole aim in life was to make more money, preferably by using others. Blake was different. His aim, what gave meaning to his existence, was to make artwork out of others. Taking a life from it was just a pleasant fringe-benefit.
Yes, Hunting everything that was strong or blissful excited him more than anything else. The night when he had confronted the brave and blindly, infuriatingly dull Jacob Wordling -or inmate 1- had been one of his most fascinating experiences; one of his more triumphant victories. He had been sent in this place due to a high number of criminal charges, including two attempts at murder and one first degree manslaughter. On the outside he had been a child; unskilled hands slamming a brush against a canvas and arrogantly calling it art. Tartarus had given him clarity and meaning. Each kill had shown him how to increase his skill. Each kill was more rewarding to witness.

Now he occasionally dabbled in his artwork, picking off an Inmate who he decided was ‘durable’ enough for him to practise his skills on, lest he lost his touch. Yet for all the killing and art he had committed, he lacked one thing; a connection. There was no one in this constructed hell that could be considered an equal. There was none that viewed his art in the way he did. There was no love, no affection, nothing. His heart was like the weather outside of these walls, freezing and desperate for warmth. Imagine his shock and reaction when he heard that numbers were going to be ‘recycled’ when a prisoner had died. For five years the numbers 1 to 111 and 113 had been a way to describe this ‘wraith’ that had haunted this prison. Yet now it seemed that the legacy of 112 was at an end, fresh meat was going to fill in the gaps, like concrete dumped on a trophy wall, covering it completely.

Blake’s eyes were scanning the row of scared inmates that were being send inside Tartarus. They wore the dull prison uniform; brown and grey fabric. By his counting at least three hundred souls had been claimed by Tartarus this week. A good number. No doubt enough to fill the gaps that were once whispered in awe. Blake was actually quite startled to see an inmate with the number 112 on the shoulder. For once in his many years here in Tartarus he found himself grinning. A long and thin smile. Perhaps there was one other that would understand him! If not he would mould the inmate into perfection. He wasn’t the only one to notice though. A few murmurs began as the new inmate 112 was pressed into the wardens office. The number 112 was something that instilled fear. No doubt the clans that ruled these floors would want to get their hands on the inmate. That.. or kill.


Setting:
Realistic

My Character(s):
Blake Mathew Grey would be a born and bred killer, raised from a very young age to be a professional assassin, yet further honed to perfection in the prison where he now dwells. He is tall young man, yet his eyes are hard and icy blue, almost sharing a connection with the frozen landscape outside of the prison. To the outside is seen as a shy and naďve prisoner, often associated with someone who did financial crimes. As soon as he takes of this mask he would assume the role of a sharp and almost regal individual, charming and deliciously instable.

Your Character(s):
The number 112 alone would not suffice. He or she would need something unique, something that keep the Ghost interested and possessive. She could be older, he could be younger. She might be much more aggressive, he more sly. Try to conjure up with a character that is either as unique as you can manage or find something that would supplement the Ghost. Either one or more main characters are allowed.

Requirements:
Some measure of knowledge about how prisons/gangs work. Able to play side characters if the need arrives.

Other information:
-Possible elements of impregnation/pregnancy
-Possible elements of Physical/mental alterations
-Possible Gender swap.

Inspiration for the scene:
-None.




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