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Shewolf's hunt for a partner - [F for M plot heavy]
« on: March 08, 2015, 04:58:40 PM »
Selectively open to RP and plotting


Hello and welcome to my request thread.
Please feel free to have a look around.



Entephria - A Pirate Captain and his very unusual ship.


No Way Back - A dark (Clive Barker-ish) setting. A woman is drawn into a hell dimension and needs to survive until she reaches the center of the maze.


From Lady to Savage - The tale of an English lady traveling to the New World, becoming a mayor's wife and ultimately gets kidnapped by Native Americans.


H-Society - A hitman gets found out before he can carry out his mission but has no idea how that could have happened.


Empire of the Isles - In this dark and gritty steampunk setting the Islands are about to be taken over by a dark force.




-   I like plot driven stories (I do not need to know how it goes from beginning to end, just that you will endeavour to take advantage of the avenues that the story provides as it goes and choose the ones that are creative and less traveled.)

-   I like confident writers with an expansive vocabulary (I will love you if you make me use the dictionary)

-   Disappearing on me twice for a very long period of time without message or warning will most likely result in a discontinuation of the game

-   Please read my O/o's

-   Keep in touch with me about the story. Tell me what you like, where you think we could go and have an ongoing exchange on how to proceed. I am not difficult to talk to and have a naturally bright disposition, so if you feel like writing with someone that has a positive outlook on life and enjoys writing captivating tales, I'm sure exchanging PM's with me won't be draining or a fate worse than death. ::)


PM me if you're interested, no replies in this thread please.





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Below are images that appeal to me and could make for a great story





She had been walking in her sleep again, her dreams vivid and frightening. The branches scraping along her ankles, scratching at her knees had drawn countless of little lines and streaks of blood while she ran for her life. Sharp appendages of thorny shrubbery mercilessly tore at her nightgown, until it hung about her in shreds. Recognising the hills up ahead and a few lights that shone from the castle indicated that the guards were patrolling the walls this night and it made her feel at least somewhat relieved. This was usually the part where she woke up, just a few more steps and…


















The clouds had covered the sky so the sun would not look upon the offensive sight of the vengeance that she had wrought here. There was but one man left standing; a proud warrior, true of heart.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Perhaps you feel entitled to pass judgment or maybe you would like to beg? Yes… beg me to undo that which I have done."
A brief shimmer lit up her beautiful and powerful eyes. "I can certainly find the appeal in making you bend your knee to me and shatter all your dreams."
She did not move but he could feel her presence touching him in a way that was almost intimate. "I shall gift you with new dreams. Ones you would have never conceived of."
She spoke the words from afar but it was like she had whispered them into his ear like a lover.

"And I shall have your heart even after your blood has turned cold and you shall want me to burn you for eternity."

"Serve me." It was a command, not a question.


























One forged in the heat of fire; she who walked the desert sands so hot it would burn away the skin off ones feet. How she deceived, plotted and betrayed until she had an army so great it put fear into the hearts of the greatest warlords roaming the continent.



The other walked a world so cold that it had been a miracle she had survived when her blood hard turned cold. The pale skin, her blue lips reminded everyone of death and how she'd defied it. Nothing stood in her way, not even death.











~ Naughty, Sweet and Dirty ~


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-IMPORTANT- This is not a request for PM's to be sent my way that have nothing to do with a good story -IMPORTANT-


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Entephria

Long ago the Gods were closer to mankind than they are today. And legends that were born of Gods, mythical creatures and humans roamed the earth. It was a time when extraordinarily talented craftsmen and insidious creatures that still lived above ground and preyed upon the eternal souls of humans gained many a favour from the Gods.
This is the legend of Entephria; Ship of Ascendance.




These were the fading words on the parchment that the pirate was holding in his hand. It had been carefully removed from a secret compartment of a chest, the paper that he pulled from the holder brittle and fragile.
Was this what Owan Back-Blade wanted? It should be worth quite a lot to the crafty corsair since he had searched for the ebony chest for years. He rubbed the stubbles on his chin while he cautiously rolled up the questionable booty he had just discovered.




Setting: The Golden Age of Piracy, 1660–1726 / alternate world
Genre: Dark Fantasy / historic elements
Themes: Virginity, Bondage, D/s-Switch, (Non) Con. [Open to suggestions from partner]
Looking for: Someone to play the scoundrel that manages to take the ship and then manages to make her his own, commanding her to sail the seas for him.

The maker of the ship and its very lifelike figurehead is a creature that has long since retreated back to the depths of the earth now, to where it once spawned. He gave the ship its abilities using dark magic and by sacrificing the soul of one of Poseidon's daughters by the human Cleito. Supposedly she had only given birth to boys, but once there had been a baby girl and she was offered up in exchange for the Deamon's services to create the vessel.

The ship - destined to be a famed gift for a Demi God - was never accepted, and so it was discarded and left to disappear from everyone's memories.

Ancient text's surface, mentioning this fabled ship, and then a pirate stumbles across them during a pillaging.
Naturally this ship has no ordinary soul and any who wishes to gain control of this powerful vessel and use it to its full potential, shall have to prove himself a worthy captain.
As far as enchantments go, the lady is very much able to become flesh and blood (perhaps that is restricted during a certain tide or moon), turning into the woman that was sacrificed by her own kin to be presented as a gift that was later horribly rejected.



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No Way Back


I thought it was just a dream…


What if there is a place where nightmares come true? What if you lure the unsuspecting and pure of heart into that very realm where they encounter things far worse than any mortal could ever have imagined? And what if she had made a solemn vow to solve the Labyrinth of lost hope, regrets and fallen tears to save others from the pain that she's about to experience?



Josehpine Velaroux unsuspectingly commits to risking her life and her very soul when she gets tricked into being the tribute for the Earth realm. To walk the Twilight lands and solve the pattern of the Labyrinth before her time is up and the sands of the hourglass have run out for the people on Earth.




Setting: This is a Hellraiser meets Labyrinth and anything that is inspirational kind of realm~ Inspirational pics
Genre: Dark Fantasy / Horror
Themes: Bondage, D/s-Switch, (Non)Con.
Looking for: Someone comfortable to play the dark villain who follows the main character's every move. He orchestrates the entire thing, always near, but never showing himself or at least not in his true form and toys with the tribute.  He has been looking for a long time to find that one special person who can withstand the cruelty of the maze and get to the very center to face him.
He fears it, yet he craves it and he will do anything in his power to test her to her very limit. Because if she cannot even do this, she will be unable to face what the end of the journey will bring.



Please PM me if you have a good idea of where you would like the story to go.
Do not PM to ask me to chew out the rest of the details for you.
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From Lady to 'Savage'

Sarah Camden only has her good name going for her. Having no money after losing her parents, the young woman sells what little she still owns to book passage on a ship bound for the New World. From there she sets out to join her uncle; a priest trying to tend to his growing flock in a town that has swiftly turned into a booming city.
Once she reaches the city, it seems her uncle is more interested in gaining political ground and forging bonds between the people that are going to be influential. He is pleasantly surprised by the beauty he now has guardianship over. It seems Sarah is quite the bargaining chip to one running for mayor and offers the preacher funds for political support and in return strengthens that bond by marriage.


Like a good wife Sarah will do what her uncle tells her to and marries who he deems to be a good match. She doesn't know about the political intrigue, or perhaps she finds out later that she's been married off to a dubious scoundrel that has no sense of decency or a shred of compassion in his body. All he wants is to acquire power and wealth. Marrying this woman has gained him a good name and a pretty wife that knows her way around the elite circle, but it is nothing more than tactics and lust that draws him to her.

After she's been married off to the candidate her uncle favours and discovers what this man is about, she tries to find purpose and some meaning in her life as it is. To keep herself occupied she decides to seek out the quiet and goes out to a newly acquired piece of property where they have built a house in the country, away from the city.
-   On the way her company gets attacked by Dog Soldiers
-   Or she makes it to the house, decides to go out for a ride one day, ventures too far and gets lost
-   Perhaps the house gets attacked by a raiding party and she's taken further into Western territory, beyond the point where pioneers have yet to venture
In any case; she encounters Native Americans




Setting: Frontier life, 1840 Wisconsin, Northwest Territory
Genre: Historic - Adventure – Romance
Themes: Arranged/Forced marriage, NC-Con [anything partner would like to add]
Looking for: Someone to play the male roles mentioned, while I provide the main female character and we both take an equal share in any NPC's that should be added.

This will be a long term RP with several 'chapters' as we move from one period in her life to the next. I'd like to explore how my character copes while going through major changes. From first being uprooted, married off and then winding up in the wild. I'd like it to be a mental journey as well as a physical one in terms of travels.


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H - Society Currently in Play

A hitman from a secret society of assassins is in the final stages of taking out his target when he sits in the bar of hotel lobby. There's much fuss as there seem to be all sorts of preparations going on and guests arriving for a high profile wedding that is taking place in the upcoming days.

This is when Nivé decides that she's had quite enough of everyone buzzing around and finds a quiet place to sit down for a while. She gets along fine with people, but any kind of large crowds, especially when they're stressed or fussy seems to just make her crawl more into herself. Of course it didn't help that the reception was too busy to even find her a room right now as some sort of electrical malfunction had upset the system and it would take at least half an hour to reset and come back online before they would be able to book anyone into their proper room or hand out the key cards. Naturally the lobby was getting quite busy, but not so much in the back.



"I'll be fine, don't worry and take care of Alice because she will kill me if I take away any attention that should go to her right now. She's the bride, remember." Nivé looked at the handsome man in front of her and then glanced over to his unhappy bride to be, mostly fake tears in her eyes and getting ready to throw a tantrum because Roy wasn't paying attention to her, but giving his favorite cousin two winks of a moment. "Tssshhh, go on or she will shoot me and you will have to call for a very good taxidermist to put me back together again. The only thing that makes me feel better about dying is knowing that if you spend another second with me, she will resent every single morning with you as I'll be mounted up on the wall, looking down as you both eat breakfast… for the rest of your lives." Roy stifled a laugh and walked off; trying to keep a straight face while Nivé turned around, clumsily bumping into a stranger as she felt woozy and tried to keep it from anyone who knew her well enough to make a big deal out of it.

Aside from picking up the faintest scent of very expensive and foreign smelling cologne, it felt like she impacted a solid wall instead of a human being. This man was extremely muscular and also extremely tense from what she could sense, though nothing compared to the jolt of impressions she got that overloaded her neural pathways, focusing all her senses on him for a split second. It temporarily messed with her balance and she was very much tongue tied as both her eyes settled on the deep green orbs of the man that held her impatiently, not wanting to attract attention by letting her fall to the ground.

The moment he looked at her face something changed. She knew… It rang through his mind even as she was unable to speak, but the truth was reflected back to him by the horror and surprise he saw when their eyes locked. Impossible!
She felt his surprise, his confusion and they were both things he disliked tremendously. She sensed chaos, controlled violence, saw different kinds of arms and weaponry and there also had been blood…
He was going to kill someone within the next half hour and she knew.







Setting: Present day / futuristic (not too far in the future)
Genre: Action packed suspense!
Themes: From vanilla to bondage / I want it to fit in with the story and of course the preferences of my partner
Looking for: Someone to play the professional assassin

My character will be someone with psychic abilities. The RP could go all sorts of directions from here, depending on the background of my partner's character. I'm also inclined to stretch the reality a bit to incorporate the paranormal and perhaps let her develop those skills, but I would like to emphasize on it being realistic. A bullet will still kill you and body armour can only do so much to stop you from getting hurt. Awesome skills are fine, unbelievable skills do not have a  place in this story.

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Re: Shewolf's hunt for a partner - [F for M plot heavy]
« Reply #5 on: January 24, 2017, 04:33:16 PM »
RP's needing a second chance

Below are stories that I still very much would like to play and written the introduction to. Perhaps they will inspire someone that will help me get them started again.




Written to the story request No Way Back <= posted in RP requests.

Intro - No way back
No Way Back




The first hour   


Jo leaned dangerously far back on her seat; balancing the stool on which she sat on only two legs with just the balls of her feet touching the ground. The coffee pot had enough inside for her to get one more cup, but with all the spilling it turned out she would just about get three quarters worth. Her other hand held the tablet displaying the newspaper while her mouth was chewing on a bite of croissant, butter and jam. "Fffhatheffell!?" She exclaimed as her mouth was still pretty much full and quickly took a swag of coffee to wash it down. " She had her long, red hair pinned atop of her head and would step into the shower after she was done reading the news. 'Serial killer a woman!' With a pissed off gesture she slammed her mug back on the table, losing another tenth of its contents. It would dry up and go well with the rest of the coffee stains on her breakfast table.

Throwing the reader down, she took in a deep breath and ran her hand over her face. "They fucking leaked it! Bunch of stupidaaaargh!!!" The woman stood up in her flannel PJ's and walked towards the far end of her loft, knocking over the box of cereal in the process. She growled, but just figured she would take care of it when she got out of the shower. Meanwhile, she grabbed herself a towel and turned on the faucet as she continued to mutter with a toothbrush in her mouth. "Cafftain if gonna be piffed!!" It was only then that she took the time to actually look at her phone and saw it was dead. "Fffffffuuuck!"

She had worked with the police for months now, profiling the attacker that was mentioned in the newspapers and they were getting close. At first Josephine had a hard time trying to get the hard ass cops to take her seriously and stop trying to ask her out on dates, but now it seemed that she was becoming part of the team. One breakthrough had led to another, especially after she had figured out that it was a woman that had been doing the killing and not a man. It was highly unusual for serial killers to be female and leaking information to the newspapers about it hadn't been part of the carefully laid out strategy and of course on top of that her phone had now died on her!

Spitting the toothpaste out into the sink, she hopped out of the bathroom and was looking for the charger to get some juice into the thing, dreading the alerts that would tell her just how many calls she'd missed. Oh God... the big clock showed it was barely five o clock yet, as it was still dark outside and she had a hell of a time waking up. It was a good thing she had, because the alarm on her phone wouldn't have woken her. Now that she thought of it, she didn't readily remember what it was that had woken her, but she had felt the irresistible urge to get up... So, she had...













Empire of the Isles uses the world of the game 'Dishonored' but has an original story and plotline. My character will be a female in her twenties who is about to be discovered as a user of magic abilities and therefor put on the 'most wanted' list. Your character can be a resistance fighter, an assassin and/or someone from the upper class who is aiming for the throne. I'd prefer this person would have his own best interests at heart and they'd be forced to work together to survive. Your character will not understand why my character is so fiercely hunted and that the Head of the Source Order himself has taken a very personal interest in capturing her alive. When he does eventually piece it together he needs to decide what to do; hand her over for his own gain or help her fight a battle that seems impossible to win.
Potential partners wishing to revise certain things are more than welcome to add or change it up.


Require partner to play the resistance fighter, assassin or upper class character and the Head of the Source Order (Gregor Keegen), while I myself will play Lillian and any other NPC's needed to keep it interesting.
This story is dark and gritty - The game could include Con, N/c, forced, incest, blackmail, bondage and what a partner might want to add.

Empire of the Isles
The Empire of the Isles




On the hilly, cool island of Gristol that is centrally located within the Isles, lies the imperial center of the Empire of the Isles.
Home to six major cities: Baleton, Driscol, Dunwall, Potterstead, Redmoor, and Whitecliff.
Gristol's massive capital city of Dunwall has become a bleak place due to the course of events leading up to the present day:

The rat plague, a virulent and deadly disease originally from the distant Pandyssian Continent, emerged in Dunwall's poorest districts and is causing great hardships to the city's population. Following a plea for aid from Empress Elsabeth of Belcoar, the other nations of the Empire blockaded Dunwall to prevent the disease from spreading outside the city.
Her 'untimely death' forced Lord Regent Hugo Skalder to seize control of the currently vacant throne and resort to aggressive policies, including using military and the arcane powers of The Source Order to enforce social control. Desperation within the city led to riots and chaos as the situation of disease and poverty are spreading.

City Watch patrols the streets with a strict curfew imposed from dusk to dawn. An ever-increasing wealth gap secures health for those fortunate to have enough money, as the upper classes and their retinues hoard the elixirs that stave off the plague. Gang activity has become troublesome, strengthened by lax law enforcement and the collapse of industry within the city. Amid the chaos, corruption thrives.

The City Watch is an outbranching of The Source Order; military trained squads led by higher ranking officials known as Extols because of their unique magical abilities.
It is a rare occurrence to find gifted individuals. Even the slightest hint of someone having the use of an alleged power causes them to be immediately taken to The Abbey of Elysian and, in rare cases used to reinforce the ranks of Extols, but most of those only have a weak ability at best and sometimes they are never heard of again.
Above them all, and right hand man to the Lord Regent stands Head of The Source Order; Gregor Keegen. With his magical powers of persuasion, he keeps all the Extols in check and has a powerful hold over anyone who would foil the plans of the Lord Regent; which is to take over all the isles.

Lord Regent Hugo Skalder is juggling to keep control over the aristocrats, falsely promising them the chance to provide a suitable candidate to be the next Emperor, while they hunt down the last living and rightful heirs to that very throne.
With the poor oppressed and sick, there really shouldn't be much resistance and any that would rise should be quickly wiped out by the Extols and their City Guards.

It seems like nothing is standing in the way of these men to rise to power and rule the Isles in the end...




Lillian


Myriads; a rather large building bordering the ones in the richer districts, frequented by those from the rich as well as the middle class. They mostly catered to gentlemen, but every now and then a few ladies of high upbringing came along to quench their thirst for sexual adventure. Naturally, this was all kept very hush and a good brothel would protect their clienteles need for secrecy.

That night the game room was booming, the gents were feeling playful and the chips were stacked high on the table green. Lillian kept up very well and was generally appreciated for being a dealer that dealt hands quickly and efficiently as well as being something pretty to look at. Especially that last bit kept more than a few gents always coming back for more, even knowing she was not one of the ladies that would slip into a room with them for any amount of cash that was offered. When they would still try their luck, they would swiftly find out that failing at a game of cards, when the stakes were high, was something far better to lament over. Though she would always remain polite and respectful she was not a lady of pleasure.

This night she was wearing a pretty creme colored dress that went very well with the blond hair that hung just a little below shoulder length. Her back was left quite bare, showing smooth skin all the way down before the fabric covered up the swell of her behind. It was undoubtedly breathtaking, but she was still covered up far more than what the other ladies of the house were wearing and it was unmistakable that she was in charge of the pokertable.
Before taking up the deck to deal a new round she noticed a player had left the table and called for an open seat as she took a sip of cool water before resuming her duties. Nimbly the cards flew from her fingers towards the players that needed to receive them and she waited for them all to pick them up and continue to place their bets for this round.




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