[Advanced, detailed, multiple paragraph RP. Story over smut, but not adverse to romance + if it's organic to the story. MST time zone.]
I am looking for several different niche historical-based RP settings. Disclaimer: You DO NOT need to be an absolute history buff. I'm not nit-picky on strictly sticking to actual history/historical events. This is still meant to be fun, fiction, and offer a lot of back and forth plot ideas between myself and a potential RP partner! I play male characters, female characters, and anything in-between or otherwise. If any of the items below strike your fancy, feel free to drop me a DM and we can discuss details!
Pleistocene (Ice-Age) Era
This is an absolute shot in the dark, but this particular setting is something I've been searching for - without success - for the better part of ten years. I am a giant pre-history nerd and the rise of humanity is a big, big love of mine. The people of the Pleistocene and the megafauna they coexisted alongside - like mammoth and megaceros - just interest the heck out of me.
Pre-dating agriculture, hunter-gatherer communities, I am looking to build a storyline that focuses on exploring: people vs environment, cultural conflicts/differences or taboos, early spiritual beliefs, and so on. I am looking to build a community - so expect a lot of doubling and multiple characters on my part!
Just to get the jist of what I'm looking for, here is a list of fandoms, movies, or books that encompass the same relative time period and ideas I'm aiming for:
Plotlines could include the following:
* A stranger or newcomer to an existing settlement or community. Perhaps the speak the local dialect - or not. Overcoming suspicions, cultural differences, and even language barriers. Relationship/friendship building and finding a new home after being displaced. Etc.
* Existing acquaintances within the same community - perhaps frenemies or rivals - building a new friendship/relationship out of necessity. Maybe they are both lost or displaces by some natural disaster and are forced to work together for a common goal.
Feudal or Edo Era: Japan
Examples of fandoms or shows that are aesthetically what I'm aiming for:
Plotlines could include the following:
*TBA
American Frontier: Old (Wild) West
[*Trigger Warnings*: Racism, sexism.] <--- The Old West was rife with it. Not that this is meant to be the focal point of any story, just that it might arise due to the time period.
Examples of fandoms, movies, and such that are along the lines of what I'd be seeking:
Plotlines could include the following:
* Cowboys. Outlaw gangs. Forging bonds. Making enemies.
* Settling the new frontier and coming into contact - friendly or otherwise - with native populations.
* Natives surviving as settlers encroach further onto their land - or how they lived before their appearance.
I appreciate ya'll taking a moment to read through all of my nerd-vomit. Hope to see you all in the forums!
-- Aioli
I am looking for several different niche historical-based RP settings. Disclaimer: You DO NOT need to be an absolute history buff. I'm not nit-picky on strictly sticking to actual history/historical events. This is still meant to be fun, fiction, and offer a lot of back and forth plot ideas between myself and a potential RP partner! I play male characters, female characters, and anything in-between or otherwise. If any of the items below strike your fancy, feel free to drop me a DM and we can discuss details!
Pleistocene (Ice-Age) Era
This is an absolute shot in the dark, but this particular setting is something I've been searching for - without success - for the better part of ten years. I am a giant pre-history nerd and the rise of humanity is a big, big love of mine. The people of the Pleistocene and the megafauna they coexisted alongside - like mammoth and megaceros - just interest the heck out of me.
Pre-dating agriculture, hunter-gatherer communities, I am looking to build a storyline that focuses on exploring: people vs environment, cultural conflicts/differences or taboos, early spiritual beliefs, and so on. I am looking to build a community - so expect a lot of doubling and multiple characters on my part!
Just to get the jist of what I'm looking for, here is a list of fandoms, movies, or books that encompass the same relative time period and ideas I'm aiming for:
- Far Cry: Primal
- The Clan of the Cave Bear (Earth's Children Series)
- The Dog Master [A Prehistoric Fiction Novel]
- Prey
"Quit bellyaching, Story-Teller. It's only a Clan Gathering." Anili's gruff chiding did little to settle her sibling's taut nerves.
Orchestrating social situations had never been Anili's forte, and what had possessed the woman to start now, Aruk hadn't the slightest idea. Without ceremony, Anili had woken him that morning by dropping a heavy leather bundle on him – his best set of clothing – and grumbling at him to get dressed. Nothing could have truly prepared the Story-Teller for the plan that his sister had concocted entirely, apparently, while he slept. Aruk was apprehensive, to say the least.
"I suppose you're going to say, 'what could go wrong'?"
Aruk peevishly shoved the bauble-tangled mess of hair from his eyes and, gathering up the longer strands, tied it in a short tail near the crown of his skull. The high-set style left a jumble of shorter hair framing his sharp features, making his unease with the situation even more evident. Aruk had traded his usual tattered leather breeches for festival fare. The Story-Teller's leggings were pristine white, chalk-dyed the paleness of driven snow. A myriad of tiny ermine tails fringed the belt-line; miniscule pendulums furred in black and white. A variety of pouches hung from a wide, plaited-fiber belt – holding all manners of powders and embellishers. Hanging from Aruk's left hip, cased in like-colored leather, was a tapered obsidian blade.
If he didn't look so sour, he'd be handsome. Anili attempted to fuss with the leather thong that bundled his hair style together, but it only gained her a miffed glance from her brother. "No. Something can always go wrong. Still, you said so yourself, brother: Everyone loves a festival."
The sky was smeared in crimson and gold, reflected off the mirrored surface of the sea. Evening lit the horizon with flame – lulling the sun to sleep beneath the curve of the world. Riddled with wood-smoke and mouth-watering delicacies as it was, the air was still; the proverbial calm before the storm. A vast space in the midst of the cavern had been cleared for the occasion, set back far from where the partitions sectioned off private hearths. Used only for communal celebrations or ceremony, the central fire-pit had been cleaned and given a fresh layer of sand. Carefully stacked and posted, tinder and kindling had been arranged for ease of lighting once the sun went down. Rather than exclusively fire-wood, bone took up much of the fuel-source – the dense material held heat and burned with an eerie rose pallor. Semi-circles of low-padded benches and space blanketed by hides offered comfortable places to sit about the fire.
Perfumed by rich cooking-smells, the back of the cave was by far the most appealing. Having fasted in anticipation of a night filled with delicacies and fermented drinks, the whole of the tribe was having difficulty waiting. Mouths watered. Children scampered in and out through the legs of their elders, keen on nicking their favorite treats before the festivities began. Flat serving platters – carved of flat scapular bones – had been piled high with delicately sliced meats. Flat, broad leaves served as places to spread other tidbits. Roasted filberts and walnuts, steaming in fire-cracked shells. Succulent portions of salted fish. Tiny raspberries, shimmering jewel-bright in the rapidly dissipating sun. Flat, unleavened breads peppered with pine nuts and smeared with a precious dollop of honey were stickily stacked together on another plate. Stews bubbled where they hung in rawhide pots.
What ought to have been an alluring incense of flavor only made the Story-Teller's gut lurch. Aruk paced in agitation, running bare-foot grooves in the sand. The space within his dwelling seemed suddenly claustrophobic and the few feet of movement, not enough. It was the anticipation, the waiting, which frayed his nerves.
Something can always go wrong.
Orchestrating social situations had never been Anili's forte, and what had possessed the woman to start now, Aruk hadn't the slightest idea. Without ceremony, Anili had woken him that morning by dropping a heavy leather bundle on him – his best set of clothing – and grumbling at him to get dressed. Nothing could have truly prepared the Story-Teller for the plan that his sister had concocted entirely, apparently, while he slept. Aruk was apprehensive, to say the least.
"I suppose you're going to say, 'what could go wrong'?"
Aruk peevishly shoved the bauble-tangled mess of hair from his eyes and, gathering up the longer strands, tied it in a short tail near the crown of his skull. The high-set style left a jumble of shorter hair framing his sharp features, making his unease with the situation even more evident. Aruk had traded his usual tattered leather breeches for festival fare. The Story-Teller's leggings were pristine white, chalk-dyed the paleness of driven snow. A myriad of tiny ermine tails fringed the belt-line; miniscule pendulums furred in black and white. A variety of pouches hung from a wide, plaited-fiber belt – holding all manners of powders and embellishers. Hanging from Aruk's left hip, cased in like-colored leather, was a tapered obsidian blade.
If he didn't look so sour, he'd be handsome. Anili attempted to fuss with the leather thong that bundled his hair style together, but it only gained her a miffed glance from her brother. "No. Something can always go wrong. Still, you said so yourself, brother: Everyone loves a festival."
The sky was smeared in crimson and gold, reflected off the mirrored surface of the sea. Evening lit the horizon with flame – lulling the sun to sleep beneath the curve of the world. Riddled with wood-smoke and mouth-watering delicacies as it was, the air was still; the proverbial calm before the storm. A vast space in the midst of the cavern had been cleared for the occasion, set back far from where the partitions sectioned off private hearths. Used only for communal celebrations or ceremony, the central fire-pit had been cleaned and given a fresh layer of sand. Carefully stacked and posted, tinder and kindling had been arranged for ease of lighting once the sun went down. Rather than exclusively fire-wood, bone took up much of the fuel-source – the dense material held heat and burned with an eerie rose pallor. Semi-circles of low-padded benches and space blanketed by hides offered comfortable places to sit about the fire.
Perfumed by rich cooking-smells, the back of the cave was by far the most appealing. Having fasted in anticipation of a night filled with delicacies and fermented drinks, the whole of the tribe was having difficulty waiting. Mouths watered. Children scampered in and out through the legs of their elders, keen on nicking their favorite treats before the festivities began. Flat serving platters – carved of flat scapular bones – had been piled high with delicately sliced meats. Flat, broad leaves served as places to spread other tidbits. Roasted filberts and walnuts, steaming in fire-cracked shells. Succulent portions of salted fish. Tiny raspberries, shimmering jewel-bright in the rapidly dissipating sun. Flat, unleavened breads peppered with pine nuts and smeared with a precious dollop of honey were stickily stacked together on another plate. Stews bubbled where they hung in rawhide pots.
What ought to have been an alluring incense of flavor only made the Story-Teller's gut lurch. Aruk paced in agitation, running bare-foot grooves in the sand. The space within his dwelling seemed suddenly claustrophobic and the few feet of movement, not enough. It was the anticipation, the waiting, which frayed his nerves.
Something can always go wrong.
Plotlines could include the following:
* A stranger or newcomer to an existing settlement or community. Perhaps the speak the local dialect - or not. Overcoming suspicions, cultural differences, and even language barriers. Relationship/friendship building and finding a new home after being displaced. Etc.
* Existing acquaintances within the same community - perhaps frenemies or rivals - building a new friendship/relationship out of necessity. Maybe they are both lost or displaces by some natural disaster and are forced to work together for a common goal.
Feudal or Edo Era: Japan
Examples of fandoms or shows that are aesthetically what I'm aiming for:
- Blue Eye Samurai
- Shogun
- Samurai Champloo
Plotlines could include the following:
*TBA
American Frontier: Old (Wild) West
[*Trigger Warnings*: Racism, sexism.] <--- The Old West was rife with it. Not that this is meant to be the focal point of any story, just that it might arise due to the time period.
Examples of fandoms, movies, and such that are along the lines of what I'd be seeking:
- 1883
- Red Dead Redemption
- Tombstone
Plotlines could include the following:
* Cowboys. Outlaw gangs. Forging bonds. Making enemies.
* Settling the new frontier and coming into contact - friendly or otherwise - with native populations.
* Natives surviving as settlers encroach further onto their land - or how they lived before their appearance.
I appreciate ya'll taking a moment to read through all of my nerd-vomit. Hope to see you all in the forums!
-- Aioli
Last edited: