I've been searching for someone to take on this role for a while, but as I have so many ideas in my seeking thread, I decided to create a thread just for this idea because I'm craving it a lot right now. Please make sure you read my O/O's. It should be clear up front that I generally only post to my 1v1s once a week
in most instances. This is a combination of having a lot of games and having several group games that I put my focus on. I like to keep my small and 1v1 games at a sedated pace. My bare minimum in post length is usually 400 words, and most often I hit 600+ with ease, and upwards of 1k if particularly inspired. Please keep this in mind before PMing me.
The Assassin's BrideSynopsis
:Hidden high in the mountains of Japan is the home of an ancient and deadly clan of ninja. Children either taken from orphanages or born in to the clan are raised from the day they are able to walk to become the world’s most deadly assassins. The assassinations are available to neither the poor, nor those without the right connections. Just as they did in ancient times, the clan charges 100 lb. of gold for one life taken, and so only the worlds most elite can employ them. Many in the clan, if they survive childhood, never know the pleasures of an intimate connection with another human being.
Every so often, however, a rare gift is given to the males of the clan in hopes of propagating strong blood lines and ties to the clan… the gift of a wife.
~*~*~*~*~Alexandra Martin’s mother knew too much… there was no other explanation for the violence that the clan would have to perpetrate against her family. The older woman, a proficient historical scholar, has spent the last ten years devoting her life to the study of England’s monarchies over the centuries. Her latest findings have been unprecedented and exciting, but also incredibly dangerous to both herself and her family. As she continues to work, often long in to the night, she has no idea that she is putting the lives of her family at risk.
The British government has gone to the clan and requested the contracted killing of Harriet Martin, her husband, and her daughter, after which they will dispose of any evidence of the history Professor’s work. The clan, in exchanged has asked an extreme and unusual form of payment. 100 lb of gold, and Alexandra, Harriet’s daughter, to be given to one of their up-an-coming members as a bride. Though unsure about the sudden change in payment type, the man making the agreement with the clan knows why Alexandra has been chosen… she is young, and beautiful, and all intel on her suggests she is a virgin.
An idea:But not all within the clan are pleased with the decision to give this gift. Though He has devoted his life to the clan, and has been more than simply devoted… has excelled beyond all expectations and is a natural in his craft, there is one who believes he’s an upstart and undeserving.
Fueled by jealousy, the older “brother” challenges the younger to a Kumite, or a spar. Should the younger brother win, he will receive his gift as planned. Should he lose, however, the older will claim the American girl for his own use. When he loses his challenge, the older brother turns his sights on the girl he comes to blame for all of his shame and problems.
Obviously this track would involve a lot of back and forth play by my partner, bouncing between the husband and the brother. It would also feature noncom, forced pregnancy, mild abuse, etc. It’s a darker way to take it, but I think it would be really interesting to explore the mental aspects of what a girl caught between a husband who cares for her in the literal and emotional sense, and another male, abusive and domineering, who uses her takes out his aggression on her, teaching what it is to be handled by a “real man”.
Alexandra Martin was dedicated... there was no other word for her. Despite being born in to a family that wasn't exactly blessed with money, she and everyone around her knew... she was destined for great things. Alexandra's father owned a modest construction company that specialized in single family homes, while her mother was a history professor with a deep seated interest in political world history.
When Mrs. Martin's research took her on an unexpected course researching the political history of the United Kingdom, including everything from sex scandals to cover ups to assassinations, it was only a matter of time before someone figured out what she was researching and realizing... and decided to quiet her.
The night they did, Alexandra's world fell apart. The Martin's quiet suburban home in northern Maryland became the scene of a bloody massacre. Alexandra had been at her college that night, working late on a term paper. When she returned home, all the lights were off. Assuming her parents had gone to bed early, she let herself in as she always did and her hand reached out, flipping on the hallway light.
Blood painted the walls, puddled on the floor, splattered on the windows. Her mismatched eyes were wide, full lips parting to let loose a horrified scream, when it felt as if a large bee had stung her. Blinking in confusion as her vision immediately began to blur, she brought a hand to her neck, but her fingers stopped just short of touching the dart that would put her to sleep as her eyes rolled in to the back of her head and she fell, limp as a rag doll.
When she woke, she had no idea how long she had been out or where she was... she could only remember the blood, the horror... She was still wearing the jeans and t shirt she'd been in when returning home that night, and she found herself bound hand and foot and gagged, laying in the back of a large van. She whimpered, and one of the men in the front seat woke. His blond hair was kept combed neatly, his brown eyes regarded her coldly. "Well, well. Looks like our little prize is awake then," his thick British accent said, amusement in his voice.
"Sorry love, can't untie you just yet. We haven't gotten to your new home," he said with a laugh, to which the driver joined in. Alexandra had no idea how long they traveled... only that it felt like forever, and by the end of it, she was sore all over.
On the final day, they arrived early in a plush penthouse where a clean cut man with brown hair and several small ladies collected her. "Welcome to Japan, Miss Martin," he greeted her. Moments later, she was being escorted in to the penthouse by the women and the man went to stand by the window as he spoke to her. "As I'm sure you have guessed, your parents are gone," he began, hands folding behind his back. "You have been spared for only one purpose... To marry. You see, Miss Martin, you meet a variety of requirements that the bride we are providing for our... business partners... must live up to. You are beautiful. You are young. You are healthy... You are pure."
Alexandra's confusion and fear must have shown on her face, because he glanced at her and smirked. "You're a virgin, Miss Martin. The man to whom you will be wed comes from a very traditional background. He would want a bride who is unopened. You will be here long enough to be prepared for your future husband. Understand, Miss Martin... you are to be a traditional Japanese wife. You belong to the clan that your husband is a part of. After you are married, you belong to your husband and him alone. He has the right to do whatever he wishes to and with you, so I suggest you behave."
Alexandra frowned, yelling around the gag in her mouth, but it would be impossible to tell what she was saying. "The women will take you to be prepared, and then you will be transported to the village. Farewell, Miss Martin."
That day was a long, tedious affair. Alexandra was washed thoroughly before she was subjected to some odd sort of laser treatment that removed any and all superfluous body hair. She was examined by a doctor who even went so far as to declare her still a virgin... her hymen intact.
When it was done, she was dressed in an emerald green kimono embroidered with white and gold. Her hair was secured atop her head in a Japanese fashion... even her face was covered by white makeup, her lips painted a striking red, her eyes heavily outlined in black. She was forced to walk in platformed sandals that made her steps feel awkward.
When she was sufficiently prepared, she was loaded in to yet another vehicle... this one a high end sedan, two armed men on either side of her on the back seat and a driver in the front. The trip they took was a long one, and Alexandra spent most of it trying not to cry, shaking from head to toe as what she had been told began to truly set in for the first time. Night fell and the sun rose again before the car reached its destination, high in the mountains of Japan. They pulled up in front of a large gate, where Alexandra was helped from the car and taken before a weathered old Japanese man with a katana at his hip. She shivered, bowing when the men who'd brought her told her to, her mismatched eyes wide, afraid.
Inspired by watching Ninja Assassin one too many times, this RP idea borrows heavily from the setting (but the characters will be different, unless you want to play Raizo and take him down a different path from the movie - which I'm totally open to!). This RP has the potential to have a huge mashup of almost every theme out there. From violence and abuse, rape and mind games, to romance if we wish. The ninja Alexandra is given to is entirely up to you, and I will let you chose most of the details about his people except that because this is an ancient organization, I want to try to stick to several key traditional details about the Japanese. Women are subservient, they are expected to obey the men around them at all times and disobeying will not be tolerated in any form. I'm even open to the idea of there being multiple male characters involved... perhaps a rival in the clan decides to take his hatred of Alex's husband out on her?
I also want to point out that I'm open to bringing Alexandra's age down to 16 and put her in high school rather than 18 and in college. I'm totally flexible on such things. Please PM me if you're interested