MxM Fantasy/ Original plots/ Romance - Updated 3/28

[Hiro_]

CURRENTLY SEEKING A ROLEPLAY

What I'm looking for

A partner that takes their time with responses, I don't want something that seems rushed.

Quality over quantity is important.

Feel free to add twists or extra things not included in the main plot as long as it goes with the story.

One who can contribute otherwise I will quit the play/plotting.

I will not start an rp without some plotting into the start and world building.

I am not a frequent poster



About me
Romance plz. I enjoy romances, tragedy, horror, and angst/dramatic/horrible dark themes, occasional fluff. I am mainly a Fantasy roleplayer. I do enjoy a certain level of realism in my plots even if they are fantasy based. I will not entertain slice of life rps. Based in EST, I am a [Switch] who is proficient and fluid. I do not stick to one dynamic, I go where the story takes me. I am driven by how captivating a character physically is and how you write them. I am also driven by how interesting the story plot is[this more than anything].
I occasionally draw stuff from RPS.

I will NOT use real face claims and please do not send me random intro posts.


Pairings
Demon / Angel-any
Demon Prince / Mage-slave
Daemon/ Demon Hunter
Human / Merman
King / magical advisor
King-prince-knight / knight-squire-peasant- other
Mage / Any
Knight / Enemy
Noble-human-royalty / Barbarian-hunter-other
Dragon-Villager-tamer / rider-mage-prince-thief-knight



****I am very fond of high fantasy or medieval fantasy,
Advanced Utopia's/Eden's, Neo-Victorian/Modern-Victorian settings.

Other things I like
Unrequited love / Angst / drama / thriller / Falling for the enemy / sadomasochism / blood-play / hatemance[love-hate] / dragons / tainting-corruption / Ancient civilizations/era's / medieval fantasy

If you hit me up for an rp, please make sure you know what you want before hand or at least an idea, just hitting me up saying you wanna rp but giving me nothing to work with does not work for me and I WILL Ignore you.


Basic plots and ideas
Bold are roles I'm interested in

IDEA
Model x Sculptor
A Sculptor that slowly falls in love with his model over time, though barely a word is shared but the body has a language of its own.

IDEA
A tactless mage[or other] is living in an overgrown cathedral.
A highly secretive group of mages lives in an abandoned and overgrown cathedral, tending to the grounds to keep up its haggard appearance and casting magic behind crumbling walls. Someone raised in this environment ventures into town only to witness some terrible act or unwittingly escape the destruction of the mages' home. He returns to find the cathedral in ruins, and something missing from its depths.

Trading Luxury
A xenophobic nation that sparingly lets in outsiders is surrounded by rumors of miracles birthed from its mystery. A flourishing nation of trade known well in the world, wanting to establish a route/contract with this mysterious country, sets up diplomatic relations; their goods in exchange for the nations trust.

Autocratic Romance
The last of the surviving royals of Saybir were to be hung in the main town square as the Church so deviously sought. Those of their knights that had remained loyal were to have their throats slit and their family line finished. The church's crusade against Magic and their safe havens had grown exponentially violent. Having conquered Saybir with a body count beyond imagination the streets of cobblestone ran red with the blood of the slain. Covered in death, he lamented the loss of those he cared for, friends and family alike so he swore to achieve redemption for his people; no matter the cost.

Devouring you
There is a legend of the Gagoze, a demon who attacks priests and devours them to gain more power.
Choosing a fresh youth among those new to priesthood with strong power and skill he kidnaps them and takes them to his hold, a place deep within the local forest. There he keeps the youth bound as he prepares the man for his meal.
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The Mage's idiot

A thief happens upon a seemingly abandoned home weaved into the roots of a tree deep in the wood. Trying to find a place to hide he enters the place and finds that someone actually does live there, a mage. As he tries to leave before the owner can detect him he accidentally breaks an object, bestowing a curse upon himself.

A Demon's Burden
A Demon who feeds off the negativity and suffering of others yarns for a life free of the shackles of his heritage. Wandering from village[town] to village[town] he creates discourse to sustain himself. lamenting, a man approaches him and with a single touch sedates the Demon's hunger.

The Royal Condition
A young royal cursed with a degenerative disease and a fear of dying gets offered a "cure" by a wandering shaman[vampire].

A Dragon's Favour
Dragons have dual forms in these but are mostly just whispers/myths that no one truly believes.
A Prince is sent out to slay the Dragon that lay to the North in order to win the favour of his intended fiancee. Rumored to be the most brutal Dragon of the land the Prince sets out, with latent fear, to bravely confront the Dragon. In the end instead of slaying the Dragon he instead befriends it and without intending to win its favour which prompts the creature to reveal his duel form.

IDEA
"It is foggy. All the doors in the village are shut and covered in wards. An elderly sorcerer mutters incomprehensibly as a villager lays him against the door of a nearby home."

IDEA
Those who can effectively wield magic are few and far between, as the practice has fallen into disuse. Those who remain are required to keep the peace and defend the town, but it is impossible to keep people safe when you don't know what lurking outside.​

IDEA
Picking floral's in a field of wildflowers; dark figures lurked at the edge of the tree line. Part of the shadows of the brush they watched silently; drool dripping from their sharpened teeth. They watch the figure in red leading themselves down a path towards the shadows as they pick one flower after another placing each delicately in a deep picnic basket. Eventually stopping a mere 15 feet from the figures squirming in the shadows the person in red could see hands reaching out begging to be held with deadly intent. Each hand different, hypnotizing in their geometric movements.

On the run
The last surviving member of his order of riders he now lives as a weak mage, if he could even be called one. Living in a conquered country where dragons and mages are either killed or captured he spends his days in isolation, save for a chance encounter with a dragon who forces a bond. Finding himself restored with magic and stronger than he was before both go on the run together because if either of them get found out they'll be caught and processed.

Misguided King
Wanting to unite the lands in order to spread unity and prosperity among them, the King and his loyal Advisor set out on a campaign to do just that.

After you
Dragons are shifters with dual forms.
In the land of Ubai live dragons and dragon riders in a symbiotic relationship built into their culture. When hatchmates become of age they are given the opportunity to choose a rider on their own. Sometimes these bonds were made between friends, sometimes lovers, and sometimes strangers in a marriage of convenience. Whatever the reason, there is a grave risk; death.

Curse of Vērus
A mage fascinated by arcane magic finds a lost book with text on Vērus, a forgotten magic. Dedicating his time to studying it and when he thought he was ready, he tried to use the magic only for it to backfire. The raw and powerful magic had consumed him and he was transformed into a Dragon. When the Elders of Mage society learn of this they seek him and the text looking to use his ability and new form for personal gain.

Blackmail is delicious [Dragon x King/offspring]
The king stopped sending mercenaries to his lair; frustrated, the dragon decides to kidnap the king's daughter/son as blackmail because it is the fastest way for the king to send more snacks.

A Dragons reward
A wizard is offering a reward for the slaying of a dragon! The dragon, naturally, feels this is unfair - it just wants the treasures that the wizard stole returned.

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Reminder these are ideas. They are not law, we can do original plots or plotting with disjointed ideas.
You can try and convince me to do strike pairings and plots​

 

[Hiro_]

SAMPLE 1:

Sunset.

The sky turned an eerie shade of blood, in the distance there were clashes of metal, bodies, and screams. It should have been an easy win at first. His kind were cunning, intelligent, had great tactics, strategies, weaponry, and fighting techniques. The barbaric folk that had occupied a small territory of the Queador region should have fallen like flies. The assumption was the only thing that they had were pots and beads. No brains, no way to defend themselves against a rain of arrows, against elegant swordsmanship, or against the poisoned foods they would smuggle into the enemy camp. Those of which lead to stomach aches and death. And yet the enemy had seemed to prevail. Lord Haemus, who led his region strictly and fairly like any Lord of the land should, had watched from afar as his men felled the others who showed up with inferior weapons.

It had been an easy decision at first. Word had reached him in his home that the Eastern villages in his region were threatened by Barbarians who refused to leave and that instead of expanding as he had planned, they had become a thorn in his side preventing such acts. They had become one so much so that he decided that they could no longer live their normal lives. "Wie zijn het?"[what do you think] He'd asked in his native tongue. "Gewoon een stel domme barbaren."[Just a bunch of stupid barbarians] His most trusted general had answered. As each man fell only one was left standing.

He was a good tactician, a good ruler, a politician, but not a fighter by far. His appearance was elegant in clothing, he was old; he carried wrinkles under his eyes and a nose round and big. His skin was a peachy-tan with a slight redness to his cheeks. He held a beard of white and brown. Though he was old he was handsome for his age, well kept. Long, straight, brown hair with salt and pepper strands, stopped just at his shoulder blade; with never a strand out of place. His eyes were a piercing blue like the sky on a perfect day.. To battle he wore a protective armour, but it was more decorative than functional since he rarely ever used it. He stayed far away from the violence that his men performed in his name.

"Verleng de vrede." [extend peace]

"Meent u dat, mijn heer?" [Are you serious, my lord?" His general asked incredulously.

"Nee."[no] He had not been sincere and he was being generous with his words. He did not want to compromise with such a barbaric people. He expected the clan to be like dogs. They were efficient and effective under their leader's guidance, but alone they would be lost and confused. It would take them time to regroup when their leader was dead, and showing how they would conquer him would instill fear upon them. His general's tense behavior eased and he smiled at his lord. He was a smart man, it was why he was trusted as a general in the first place. He caught on to what Haemus was up to.

To undermine them, that's what he estimated, anyway. This peace negotiation was a ruse. They would kill the leader's companions, tie the powerful man up with precision, and bring him to an undisclosed location. A nearby fortress perhaps one that functioned as a holiday home for the Lord himself. It was vital that they would learn the clan's tactical information and find out how it was that they could stand their ground for so long against an army that was so much more organized. If they could learn from this man, they would become an even stronger people. He could use this edge in future battles, and negotiations. The final step was easy and simple. Kill the barbarian leader, eradicate the brood, and go back to the way things were. Expanding his power and his territory without hinder.

Sundown.

The sky became a dark blue that faded into black, the sound of rustling and murmurs. Clanking of men's armor and the sound of nature, He sat beside the carnage listening to these sounds while he waited. In a tent that his men had set up, in the back of an encampment. He had a table prepared, two comfortable chairs that were large enough to fit an average human, and a man like himself. The table was set up with a pot of hot tea, beautifully crafted porcelain tea-cups, and even a bottle of unopened wine that had a taste as sweet as ripe fruits. The tent was lit by several candles. Frankly, he felt uncomfortable. He had his best men inside the tent, and several others just outside the canvas. He was well protected, but he had not been so close to the enemy for as long as he could remember. All he could hope for was that everything would go well, and that the barbarian leader did not catch on much.

He was told the battle had ended with the enemy scattering to the winds. Their percision on the field and battle tactics won them just a tad bit more territory. A gain on his side, but once more they would have to take up arms. There was more to conquer. More land to expand to. He had managed to trick the man into negotiation, allowing him 4 guards of his as an escort for comfort. When he had start to approach he listened to the whispers he knew the other was coming. Taking a cup of tea from the table that sat before him he lifted it to his lips, his beard dipping in the liquid as he drank it. When he placed it down he took a napkin, tapped his face and set it back down. Wrinkling his forehead he was annoyed at this. He wanted nothing more than to kill this leader, or whatever he would call himself.

The soldiers were on alert. Their change in posture was enough to tell their noble leader that the barbarians had appeared in their vicinity. The general on high alert. His sword was raised defensively, although his pose could change in a matter of seconds should he need to attack. Two others copied the slightly aggressive posture. They were perfectly in sync, trained to be precise and effective.

Taking a cup of tea from the table that sat before him he lifted it to his lips, his beard dipping in the liquid as he drank it. When he placed it down he took a napkin, tapped his face and set it back down. Wrinkling his forehead he was annoyed at this. He wanted nothing more than to kill this leader, or whatever he would call himself. He stood up and left the cup of tea that he had been drinking on the beautifully decorated table within the artificial safety of the tent. Without asking or waiting for answers he stepped towards the opening and moved the flap to the side to have a good look at what was actually transpiring. He had not heard fighting, neither had he heard anyone approaching the tent's entrance. Just whispers.

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SAMPLE 2

Particles of dust swirled in the morning sun. The dirt disturbed by the sound of erratic hoof beats and distant calls penetrating nature's quiet. Delicate nostrils flared, sniffing the air nervously but as if out of breath. Pert little ears pricked forward listening to the world around.

"Whoa there…" Edon spoke soothingly. "Come… Steady, steady."

The gentleness in his voice soothed the unsettled colt, the creature seemingly calming a little before stepping forward inquisitively. The young horse approached him and Edon took a moment of pause to admire the colt's beauty. The dark coat gleamed with a healthy glow and well kept sheen. Its tail, almost the texture of silk, flicked back and forth every so often.

Offering his hand for the colt to smell, the slim neck of the beast stretched forth cautiously and breathed in his scent before closing distance. A gift from his father, the colt; they were still getting to know each other. It was important for the beast to know him, to trust him. It would be vital to his journey

Edon was no perfected genius or horse master, he simply understood them. Understood their needs. Since he was a child he was trained in various arts but none struck him more with happiness than that of taking care of his horses. Putting away the equipment he had been using to maintain the colt's coat he began to set the young horse up to practice. He needed to get the colt used to his weight as a rider.

"Come."

Once completed in his task of saddling the beast he stood for a moment admiring his work before leading the young horse from the stable and into the courtyard where he packed and then mounted the boy. It would be a bit uneasy at first but after a few moments the young horse calmed and accepted Edon. His hand rubbing soothing circles into the colt's neck. There was talking and laughing as some around looked at him while the others continued daily work. The cling of swords during practice and the distinct smell of fresh manured gardens represented everything about the day. A perfect day for him. It was days like these that he would savor and admit that life, his life, was worth living and yet...

"Come boy, it is time to set out."

He whispered into the young horse's ear before loosening the reins. The horse moved at a slow pace at first before realizing it could go much faster. Having felt comfortable enough the colt did, moving in a light trot through the gates of the palace and down the main pathway. In tow were two others, a single male and a single female.

Commander Kesta Saiarsan followed him closely, one of the king's raiders, followed by Androu Baenard, another raider of high status. The three set off to the edges of the kingdom. In a trot they set off to the border of the kingdom of Le Royaume. During the journey they spent many a moment reciting jokes and rumors heard among the peasantry. It seemed rather quiet today along their journey. Edon's stomach grumbled a bit alerting him to his missed breakfast. Eagerly wanting to leave early he forgot, in his haste, to eat. He tried to focus his mind on something other than the growing ache in his abdomen. He would eat later when they would come to rest, or when he could no longer bear it. He thought about what the fabled dragon he had been sent out to defeat would look like. Sound like? He even wondered if the dragon was real or not. Sure he had heard stories past over generations but no actual sightings that he could recount.

Patting the colt on the neck he continued with alert eyes, making his way along the edge of the kingdom. It would take two day's ride to get to the edge of the dragon's territory, he thought quietly to himself. As they continued to chatter softly, making way to a more dense and less monitored area. It would be here where the group would split and he would make his journey alone to the land in which the dragon was rumored to be. The entered the clearing's edge that started just past the woods and led to open plains and then stalled. The quiet between them was loud as they stayed mounted but moved closer together.
"Edon."

Kesta called to him, her hand reaching to his as she took them in her hand. Edon, sucking on his teeth, sighed faintly as the throbbing in his heart grew stronger. Anxiety was starting to take over as they would now part ways and he was not sure he'd ever see them again. Edon sucked it up internally, however, and tried to ignore it. In this world you had to be confident in everything you did because it could be the difference between death or survival.

"Take care of yourself. We.. I will miss you." She gave a small smile as she wished him well on his journey. He looked between Kesta and Androu, who now looked at him with a sadness they could not hide. Edon gave an uneasy smile, a hand lifted to wipe a bead of sweat from his forehead; heart thumping hard against his ribs. "Thank you for accompanying me. I just wish it was not on such somber terms." He gave Kesta's hand a light squeeze before letting it go. "Thank you for all you have done for me." He then turned to Androu, giving the man a smile, "Both of you."

Edon gave them one last smile before he gave a light nod and then turned his colt so that he would leave them, exiting the clearing and traveling the road ahead as they grew smaller in the background.

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As the day began to wane behind the mountains and give way to the eve, the sky bled a sort of red among the clouds: its shade reminiscent of sparking rubies adorning a Queen's delicate neck. The hardened earth still shimmered with the heat of the day keeping the humidity of the past few, fertile. The humidity was not without relief, a gentle breeze blowing and with it the coolness of the coming night as it played within his hair. This gave a lone man pause, perhaps he should have stopped back at the last village and stayed for the night but he knew he would not be without restlessness.

See, he was to meet his fate very shortly, he was sure, and who would be so cowardly as to rush in without proper greeting. After all, he was not without honor. So he decided that he would camp the night before and prepare himself with his best nerves. The sky grew darker still, the colour now of congealed blood; the cricket grew brave as evening crept ever nearer. Edon' horse came to a complete stop before he climbed down from his saddle; fingers running along the edge of his cloak straightening it out. No sooner had he made the motion did he find himself running a hand along the colt's back and found his head leaning in so that his forehead met with the colt's neck.

"This is the end of our journey together."

His words were gentle and low, only so above a whisper and laced with sadness. He took the bridle off from the horse and then soon after the saddle making quick work of both before he let the colt go with a light slap on the ass. Not expecting a day beyond tomorrow he let the mare go so as to not waste a life senselessly. It had been lucky that this colt still had his wild instincts so he would survive much better.

There he stood in the waning light of dusk just off the side of the dirt road that led him here only miles from the dragon's alleged lair, deep within its territory. He stood there a few more moments staring in the direction the colt had traveled and long after he was no longer in sight before he moved and turned heel.

A sigh left him and he leaned down to gather his belongings leaving behind the saddle itself and only taking his satchel, knife, sword, provisions, and mat. Upon this trip the traveler had grown to live more humbly than he was used to, only now requiring the bare minimum. Veering off the path he made way to find a good spot to camp. The night bleeding into the ancient sky caused him to hurry in his efforts.

Finding a suitable place to hunker down he made quick work setting up camp but he made very sure not to light a fire, at least not one big enough to see at a long distance. Afraid he might tip off his "prey" he decided it was best to reserve the element of surprise. Once lit the pathetic flame struggled to burn beneath the pot the man set on top so that he might eat for the night; something warm as his last meal. When he had finished cooking his meal the traveler sat upon his unrolled reed mat beside a worn down fallen tree; his arm hanging over it slightly as he held his bowl in his hand. Eating rice and a bit of spare bread he thought upon the events that lead him to this moment, a frown painting his face as he sat beneath the stars making friends with the crickets.