- As the title states: I'm looking to join an existing rp or plot out a 1 x 1 with anyone who is willing to plot with me.
I can play either male or female though I am more proficent in playing as male characters.
I will do female//male pairings as well as male//male (yaoi) pairings.
I do not do female//female however.
I will say that I am fairly literate. You can be the judge of that. I don't care. I am also able to post a decent five or more paragraph per post when I feel like it. Most of time though I am at two to three paragraph per post.
RP samples are here:
With news of the princesses arrival, Cervantes found himself hiding away in stables from all the servants and maid who had been, for the majority of the day, pestering him with clothes fitting and extra etiquette lessons just so that he wouldn't make a fool of himself when it came time to present himself to the princesses. Enough times already had Cervantes shown up to royal gatherings and events with dusty/worn clothes and mud-caked boots that his father had finally had enough of his disgraceful ways. Truthfully, Cervantes couldn't have care any less for this entire arrangement than he already was and would have been just fine with the way things currently were, war or no war. Okay. Maybe not, as he suppose it was all for the better, in one way or another. And maybe - just maybe, his mother would think of finally returning to the castle once this whole arrange marriage deal was over and done with. It would no doubt bring a true smile to her face if she knew that their father was no longer making war with the other kingdoms. Castle life wouldn't be so hectic anymore either as she was the only remaining queen of the Island Nation that was still alive. Nonetheless, the thought of marriage bothered him like a nagging itch that wouldn't go away. He did want to get married. He didn't want to be tied down by some spoil princess who would rather prefer pretty clothes and fine jewelry than getting down and dirty or going hunting.
"This is so troublesome," the prince murmured with a heavy sigh. The mare he was currently brushing down nicker softly as if agreeing with his statement. It brought a rare smile to his lip as he stroke a hand down her long neck, finger tangling into her fluffy mane. "I rather spend the entire day with you, Ashke, instead of meeting with those girls." He made a sour face but immediately gave a soft chuckled as the mare nick at his ear, catching a few strands of his hair. It was quite amazing that she always knew how to cheer him up. She was always there for him, the only one beside his brothers that he could trust and Ashke was definitely a comfort to be around. Resuming his brushing, the repetitive motion of each stroke drew him deep into a meditative trance as inner thoughts momentarily overwhelmed him. He didn't have long to ponder however as just minutes later, he could hear his name being called by a number of servants. Thinking it was high time he made another escape, he bid farewell to his mare and dashed away. It was more of a fast walk than a run however, his left leg dragging behind every so often due to past injuries.
Out of the stable, he crossed the threshold of the training courtyard and made his way through the palace kitchen, sneaking pass the busy kitchen staffs whilst picking himself a snack as well. Nothing got passed the Head Lady of the kitchen however, and so was given a good thawck of a soup ladle across his arm and a stern scolding to not touch her apple tarts. Though with the soft spot she had for all the princes, he was awarded with a single apple before being ushered out. Rubbing the fruit over his shirt, Cervantes made his way through the servant's wing of the palace and crossing a few open courtyards or two before finally coming to the part of the palace where his chambers were. Unfortunately, a horde of maids had been lying in wait for him there and tossing modesty aside, proceeded to undress him of his dirty clothes before tossing him into a tub of freezing water.
"Well, it would have been warm if you had been here ages ago, your highness," one maid replied rather tartly after being question about why it was so. "And no, you cannot get rid of us. His majesty has told us to be strict with you so please just deal with it for now." The elderly maid grinned then. "Whilst Prince Neres' behaviors are understandable, we maids know that your highness is more than sensible enough to not go against your father's wishes, yes?" Not dining to answer, Cervantes hated to admit that she was right and though annoyed with his current situation and lack of privacy, he sighed and resigned to his current fate of being scrubbed down from head to toe, dried, and dressed up in a more formal attire than what he had been wearing just moments ago. He was then promptly escorted in the direction to the princesses' wing. Rounding the last corner, he was not surprise in the least to see his eldest half brother, Revis, already there. He half-expected to see Lucas as well, but the other was currently nowhere in sight. Neres, on the other hand, was another matter altogether. Cervantes could never understand what went on in Neres' mind. That aside however, the need to escape overcame him then and he took a hesitant step back but was stop with a forward push instead thanks to the shove the maids gave him. Tossing them a glowing look, they only giggled and wished him luck with his bride to be before leaving him face his brothers and the princesses alone.
"This is so troublesome," the prince murmured with a heavy sigh. The mare he was currently brushing down nicker softly as if agreeing with his statement. It brought a rare smile to his lip as he stroke a hand down her long neck, finger tangling into her fluffy mane. "I rather spend the entire day with you, Ashke, instead of meeting with those girls." He made a sour face but immediately gave a soft chuckled as the mare nick at his ear, catching a few strands of his hair. It was quite amazing that she always knew how to cheer him up. She was always there for him, the only one beside his brothers that he could trust and Ashke was definitely a comfort to be around. Resuming his brushing, the repetitive motion of each stroke drew him deep into a meditative trance as inner thoughts momentarily overwhelmed him. He didn't have long to ponder however as just minutes later, he could hear his name being called by a number of servants. Thinking it was high time he made another escape, he bid farewell to his mare and dashed away. It was more of a fast walk than a run however, his left leg dragging behind every so often due to past injuries.
Out of the stable, he crossed the threshold of the training courtyard and made his way through the palace kitchen, sneaking pass the busy kitchen staffs whilst picking himself a snack as well. Nothing got passed the Head Lady of the kitchen however, and so was given a good thawck of a soup ladle across his arm and a stern scolding to not touch her apple tarts. Though with the soft spot she had for all the princes, he was awarded with a single apple before being ushered out. Rubbing the fruit over his shirt, Cervantes made his way through the servant's wing of the palace and crossing a few open courtyards or two before finally coming to the part of the palace where his chambers were. Unfortunately, a horde of maids had been lying in wait for him there and tossing modesty aside, proceeded to undress him of his dirty clothes before tossing him into a tub of freezing water.
"Well, it would have been warm if you had been here ages ago, your highness," one maid replied rather tartly after being question about why it was so. "And no, you cannot get rid of us. His majesty has told us to be strict with you so please just deal with it for now." The elderly maid grinned then. "Whilst Prince Neres' behaviors are understandable, we maids know that your highness is more than sensible enough to not go against your father's wishes, yes?" Not dining to answer, Cervantes hated to admit that she was right and though annoyed with his current situation and lack of privacy, he sighed and resigned to his current fate of being scrubbed down from head to toe, dried, and dressed up in a more formal attire than what he had been wearing just moments ago. He was then promptly escorted in the direction to the princesses' wing. Rounding the last corner, he was not surprise in the least to see his eldest half brother, Revis, already there. He half-expected to see Lucas as well, but the other was currently nowhere in sight. Neres, on the other hand, was another matter altogether. Cervantes could never understand what went on in Neres' mind. That aside however, the need to escape overcame him then and he took a hesitant step back but was stop with a forward push instead thanks to the shove the maids gave him. Tossing them a glowing look, they only giggled and wished him luck with his bride to be before leaving him face his brothers and the princesses alone.
"I look ridiculous," Basara said in a monotonous voice as he glared down at the woman known as his mother. He wondered for a moment if whether it was possible to disown one's parents as the young boy was clearly thinking of doing that just now. The woman was after all dressing her only son in a dress, something no one would ever think to put on a man, of which he clearly was. No wonder the boy was in such a foul mood as he fidgeted about in the scantly revealing attire, just so to make it more difficult for the woman who was currently trying to pin the dress on him. The woman in question only dine to toss her son a bland look, gave him a hard smack in the rear to make him stay still, and continued without a word to wrap the blue and intricately golden embroider (and slightly transparent) sari around the matching choli, a midriff-baring blouse, he wore that showed off his considerably flat and taunt stomach that would have been the envy of many women. The skirt he wore wasn't any better with its thigh length splits on both side of his legs, revealing long slender limbs. It was only fortunately that he had very little and barely visibly body hair or it would be pretty embarrassing otherwise. The jewelries were the last to go on and his mother proceeded to place matching golden armlets, its design like that of a snake, around his upper arms. She finished it off with bracelets, anklets and colorful beaded necklaces that would jingled like bells when he walked.
"I look ridiculous," he said for the second time today. "Actually, I look like a belly dancer," he added as he glanced at his mother who had now stepped back to assess her work. "Again, tell me why I have to do this?"
"Because the prince wishes it."
"But I'm a guy, mother!" Basara protest, face distorted in frustration. "Why does he wishes me to dress as a woman when he clearly knows that I am a man? I know that I am to entertain him and all and I will gladly do that simply for the fact that the Queen ask it of me, but why can't I just go to him looking like the man that I am?!" He looked somewhat stricken then as a thought struck him. "Don't tell me he has some weird cross-dressing fetish for boys or something?!" His mother simply looked amused and wave his question aside without answering as she then ushered him out the door of their house and toward an awaiting carriage. Obviously, the prince must have sent it here to pick him up. Basara looked at it with much distaste before tossing his mother a slightly pleading look in the hopes that somehow or another she would be able to get him out of this. Unfortunately, all she gave was a guarded smile, pull the dupatta to drape over his blond hair, wished him good look, and helped him unto the carriage.
Feeling like he should just resign to his fate, he smiled wearily back at her and heaved a heavy sigh once the carriage door closed and the sounds of wheels rattling upon the cobblestone street could soon enough be heard as the driver willed the carriage into motion. It was a good twenty minutes later before the carriage came to a stop and the driver announced that they had arrived. Stepping out of the carriage, Basara wasn't given much time at all to marvel at the sight of the towering castle before he was escorted by a servant girl who had clearly been waiting for his arrival so that she could lead him to where the prince was. Upon arriving in a garden courtyard filled with magnificent blue rose, the servant came to an immediate stop before a gloriously handsome male, bowed lowly before him and announced his arrival.
"Your highness." She spoke in a soft and somewhat sultry tone of voice. "You entertainment has arrived." Her words held a slight hint of mockery to it and Basara wondered if maybe she had some sort of problem with him being here. Ignoring it, thinking it to just be his imagination maybe, he silently watched as the servant girl stepped to the side to fully reveal him to the jaded prince. Basara hadn't a clue as to what he should do or say to the other and so chose to remain quiet and took the moment to study the male before him.
"I look ridiculous," he said for the second time today. "Actually, I look like a belly dancer," he added as he glanced at his mother who had now stepped back to assess her work. "Again, tell me why I have to do this?"
"Because the prince wishes it."
"But I'm a guy, mother!" Basara protest, face distorted in frustration. "Why does he wishes me to dress as a woman when he clearly knows that I am a man? I know that I am to entertain him and all and I will gladly do that simply for the fact that the Queen ask it of me, but why can't I just go to him looking like the man that I am?!" He looked somewhat stricken then as a thought struck him. "Don't tell me he has some weird cross-dressing fetish for boys or something?!" His mother simply looked amused and wave his question aside without answering as she then ushered him out the door of their house and toward an awaiting carriage. Obviously, the prince must have sent it here to pick him up. Basara looked at it with much distaste before tossing his mother a slightly pleading look in the hopes that somehow or another she would be able to get him out of this. Unfortunately, all she gave was a guarded smile, pull the dupatta to drape over his blond hair, wished him good look, and helped him unto the carriage.
Feeling like he should just resign to his fate, he smiled wearily back at her and heaved a heavy sigh once the carriage door closed and the sounds of wheels rattling upon the cobblestone street could soon enough be heard as the driver willed the carriage into motion. It was a good twenty minutes later before the carriage came to a stop and the driver announced that they had arrived. Stepping out of the carriage, Basara wasn't given much time at all to marvel at the sight of the towering castle before he was escorted by a servant girl who had clearly been waiting for his arrival so that she could lead him to where the prince was. Upon arriving in a garden courtyard filled with magnificent blue rose, the servant came to an immediate stop before a gloriously handsome male, bowed lowly before him and announced his arrival.
"Your highness." She spoke in a soft and somewhat sultry tone of voice. "You entertainment has arrived." Her words held a slight hint of mockery to it and Basara wondered if maybe she had some sort of problem with him being here. Ignoring it, thinking it to just be his imagination maybe, he silently watched as the servant girl stepped to the side to fully reveal him to the jaded prince. Basara hadn't a clue as to what he should do or say to the other and so chose to remain quiet and took the moment to study the male before him.
I prefer role-playing in the forums rather than the PMs so Barton Town of the Guild Forums here are okay.
All I have to offer at the moment is list of pairing ideas that we could plot a story around. If you ahve your own role-play ideas already, do feel free to mention them.
- ❖ knight or guard x anyone
❖ prince/ss x anyone
❖ pirate x anyone
❖ pirate x mermaid/men
❖ 18th century pirate theme (man I really do love them pirates)
❖ rogue or thief or highwayman x anyone
❖ cowboy/girl x cowboy
❖ cowboy/girl x outlaw or bandit
❖ sacrifice x god/dess or w/e
❖ gladiator x gladiator or soldier (anyone that comes to mind/roman related really)
❖ gypsy x ??? (not sure but a gypsy related roleplay sounds nice)
❖ something disney themed maybe?
❖ captain hook x peter pan? (m/m)
❖ maybe another version of beauty and the beast or mulan
❖ sky/space pirates x stowaway (with a treasure planet like theme going on maybe)
❖ demon x angel
❖ guardian angel x human
❖ cross dimension or time travel theme (fushugi yugi or kanata kara based)
❖ post apocalyptic theme
❖ Harem/arabian theme?
❖ Assassin x Royal (ie prince/ss, king etc)
❖ Bard x ??? (idk but worth a try; just finished reading Mercedes Lackey Bard's Tale series)
❖ criminal x detective
❖ mafia or yakuza theme
❖ .hack//gu or SAO or 1/2 Prince theme
❖ demon/youkai x exorcist or priest/ess or omnyouji
❖ witch/sorceress or warlock/mage x familiar
❖ japan yoshiwara edo period/17 century Sakuran theme
❖ fallen celestial dragon x onmyouji or samurai or woodcutter? japan heian period
