[Plot titles accompanied by '*'s are particularly large cravings. More '*'s denotes a greater craving; simple, right?]
Pursuit of Perfection
or the Modern Day Galatea
A lonely young man
, either a scientist or a sculptor or a doll maker, creates his ideal woman
through one of a variety of possible media. In doing this he either commits himself so greatly to this one act of love that he undergoes an artistic rhapsody – thus creatively disabling him but giving his creation an entire semblance of life – or commits an aberration against nature and a Frankenstein-esque victory for science and grants his creation life.
However, this creation, while beautiful, at least in his eyes, might see herself as nature herself might see her and possess a distinctly self-destructive attitude, viewing herself as an offense against the natural order of things; something out of sync with the rest of the world. She may hate her creator for giving her this unnatural semblance of life while he loves her obsessively as one can only love perfection. Alternatively, she may love him and treat him with the adoration of both a daughter, a lover and a woman saved from a terrible fate, while he is disgusted with his creation.
Either way, this roleplay would concern themes of dysfunctional love and a coming-to-terms with one’s own nature on both sides. It would, in essence, involve moving towards an odd vision of a happily ever after. Whether it is ever reached or not is distinctly negotiable.
(This RP could base itself off of ideas from the ‘Promethean: the Created’ game)
[A Post-Apocalyptic, survival horror RP with an extensive setting. It will concern both human despair and panic and other such reactions - good and bad - when faced with horrific situations, while exploring the interaction of humans with one another under such circumstances, and how attachment can develop along the way.] The RP idea lies at the other side of this link...It was too long to put here.
Things that Blossom on a Dead World
(A Warhammer 40K RP)
Two travellers are stranded upon a world devoured and made barren and lifeless by one of the long past Tyranid hive fleets. The why and wherefore as to their being stranded is up to you and they would, most likely, be for separate reasons that are specific to each character.
On this essentially dead world there would, still, be traces of life aside from the two protagonists. Unfortunately various strains of the Tyranid genus have been left behind in small numbers, detached from the Hive Mind and abandoned to roam the ghost-town streets of empty and ruined cities or to stalk barren wastelands that cover the rest of the world’s surface. Needless to say they would be absolutely starving.
The first of these characters would be a comparatively young and inexperienced Eldar Ranger
, the second would be a female of a race and general nature of your choosing
. Once again you, as a potential co-writer, would have a pure Carte Blanche here, and would be free to play anything from a Dark Eldar to an Adepta Sororitas sister of battle.
These two characters would have to work together in order to survive in an essentially post-apocalyptic world, rife with remaining strains of the Tyranid genus. Through the varying crises these two somewhat low-powered characters would have gone through together and through their isolation from any other intelligent company they would, after the initial distrust and begrudgingness has died down, develop a strong and almost primally psychological sexual tension between them. God knows where this could lead.
In short, this would be a Warhammer 40K survival horror meets odd, post-apocalyptic, possibly forbidden romance RP with all sorts of fun fighty bits, if you, as a potential co-writer, so choose.
[A 'Dead Space' RP. Warning, contains futa, or transgendered characters, or whatever you wanna call 'em. Also contains survival horror and sci-fi themes.]Fine the RP idea on the other side of this link.
My Body is a Birdcage
The gates of the abyss have weakened over time and the host of fallen angels, forsaken and condemned to a punishment worse than destruction by the Creator for disobeying his will, who play prisoners to this infinite cell have come to know it. Whether this weakening has occurred as a result of the Creator's own destruction or simply a lack of belief in Him by humanity - that which the Fallen swore to protect and love above all things and that which provides the Faith both the Creator and his angels, fallen and faithful, rely upon for their power - is not obvious. However, what has been made clear is that the edges of the abyss have begun to fray, small cracks appearing within. The less significant Fallen are metaphorically small enough to fit through these gaps in the abyss's skin and brave the storm outside, in order to return to a world they left long ago, only to find it changed beyond belief. In order to survive in the jagged toothed storm that is reality to beings composed only of the soul, the Fallen and all other spirits must anchor themselves either in flesh or in earth - creatures or objects.
After an eternity of imprisonment by one's own creator, one is likely to be angered somewhat. As this is the case, the Fallen that have recently escaped would have been ready, upon escaping into reality, to tear down heaven's gates, if it has not already been done, and destroy all that is possible to destroy as a result of their infinite torment. However, many of the Fallen, upon anchoring themselves in human flesh to save themselves from being swept back into the abyss or destroyed, found themselves becoming far more human
. While the minds of the humans they have possessed have been forced from their bodies, their personalities and their memories; their feelings and their attachments have meshed irreversibly with those of the Fallen, converting them from Demons to something close to human in mindset. Now they must exist in a strange new world with little to none of the sustenance - the faith from humanity - that once supported them and allowed them to move mountains with a thought to live upon, and they must continue to act as their hosts once did, learning to put up with these terrifying new desires.
My idea for a plot in this setting involved one of the Fallen
who, having just escaped from the abyss, is having to come to terms with the desires of his host body - most likely an artist of some kind - while existing in a world that confuses him and seems to hold very little food for his angelic soul. What will he do when forced to scrounge for faith to sustain him and compelled to pursue his host's own desires, especially when those desires include the returned affection of a girl he has loved to the exclusion of all else for years. In the meantime, this fallen angel has his own plans - he, himself, has a Fallen lover trapped within the abyss who he wishes to return to this infinitely preferable world of reality. Realising that his host's goals and his own can intercede, he moves to seduce the host's object affection and, in the process, prepare her for possession by his celestial lover so that they can, finally, be together. This preparation, would, no doubt, involve all sorts of things, most of which could be unpleasant and identity draining. Only one who no longer cares about their own body can be pushed from it and have their mind and soul replaced by that of another.
I would play the first Fallen and you would play his host's love interest and, eventually, the male Fallen's lover, upon her being summoned into reality in a new body.
The Stars as our Witness
Inside every cat, there is the concept of a cat and it is these concepts; these deeper selves, that show more about a cat than any other facet of its behaviour possibly can. TS Eliot seemed to know far more about the antics of cats than any other human can claim to know, after all. In the streets and on the rooftops of Victorian London, cats will play.
In short, this roleplay would be a slightly strange one. It's an idea I've had knocking around my head for a little while now and, effectively, it's the first 'conceptual' roleplay I've ever seen played out. It works around a conditional premise in that it centers about a 'what if...'. What if the personalities of cats - the personalities that all who have owned or interacted with a cat over a prolonged course of time will have noticed - were truly stronger than we thought. What if cats did everything that humans did and more, in the process, putting their own unique spin on each act. Cats have their own dances, their own balls, their own songs and their own tales to tell - their own society; their own gentry and their own plebs.
EXPLANATION: Allow me to actually attempt to make some sense of my babble. Within this particular roleplay, the characters would be the 'concepts' of particular cats. Just picture a world in which, instead of cats, there are sleek bodied humanoid forms with particularly strong body language, wearing nothing but elaborate, theatrical, cat-like masks that correlate to the markings and appearance of the particular cat they represent. They show no regard for the cold of London's rooftops, despite their bare, slender forms and they show no regard for their own nakedness, save for the masks that they never remove. This is how cats really are, in this conceptual world, and yet humans have not the eyes to see it; they see only a cat - four legged and point eared - walking past them in the streets or mrowling upon a chimney stack, rather than the majestic and beautiful creature that this cat truly is.
In short, this roleplay would be a traditional love story between two of these conceptual cats. While most cats are promiscuous creatures and life for pleasure and fleeting passion alone, the two cats featured as Player Characters in this story would be two who fall in love. It would be a reverse relationship, probably starting with the sex and ending with the relationship and it would be one that flaunts the rules of the society to which they belong.
NOTE: the characters in this RP are -not- 'neko's, unless you'd really, really like them to be; they are people that appear to be simply cats to humans and display many of the antics of cats and the abilities of cats. They communicate through strong body language, as well as more verbal methods; they can scale fairly sheer surfaces; they can jump several times their height; and each of them has the grace and athletic ability of a ballerina. This is -not- bestiality or furry play, it is, instead simply an odd idea concerning humans...:S
I just hope someone takes me up on this idea and -doesn't- think I'm completely mad!
Damnation Becomes Her...
[A vampire-themed roleplay of dark desire and dysfunctional, destructive romance.]This idea was long enough to warrant its own thread
To Write Perfection In Her Stitches
[An RP Based on White Wolf's Promethean: the Created - a game of immense tragedy and immense hope.]This idea was long enough to warrant its own thread
This idea was large enough to warrant its own thread. Find it here. Eden Leaking More just keep on coming...In the meantime, I'd love to hear your ideas too! If you think I'd be interested in any of them, or even conceive any ideas while reading this thread, do tell!
[Bare in mind that each of the females in these plots could, also, if you so desire, be interchanged for transgendered characters, as long as they remain distinctly female in terms of mindset. I’ll explain my outlook on that kind of thing if you enquire.]
I suppose the only thing that remains to be done now is to wait…Please, contact me either by PM or a reply here. A PM may be more welcome as it would probably allow you to explain yourself better. I’m also open to hearing your ideas, so do ask me if you think I’d be interested in anything that you haven’t seen here.
Thank you for your time.