MxM The Story So Far...

[MistyMay]

Hey all, it's May! How's life for all my sea homies! If you know me from the chat or other forums, you know I'm a bit of a goofball when I'm not talking shop, but don't write me off too quickly. I'm a serious writer and a dedicated RPer, and while I have no illusions of being the "best" or "perfect", I do take pride in what I do and try to put my best words forward (Yahh bad puns~).

Per the tag, I prefer M/M pairs, but you're always welcome to ask if I will do a plot with an M/F or F/F pair. I don't bite, just ask. You never know. Same with kinks. Barring those specifically against the site's policy, ask me. I will say outright, I'm NOT into vore, animals, scat, watersports, mutilation or anything involving characters under 18 - but if it's not those things, I might be down. I'm working on an F-List to help thing along but for now, and always, communication is key.

~ POV
I have a secret hatred for people who restrict POV so I won't be doing that. For me, the purpose of RPing is to tell a story the best way you can. And if you prefer 1st, 2nd, or 3rd POV, all I ask is that you do it well. Frankly, I like 1st person when I'm trying to focus on characterization in a story but 3rd person can be fun to write too in its own right.

~ Post Length/Grammar
As a general rule, I prefer to see 2-3 paragraphs and proper spacing so my eyes don't cross while reading. No seriously, my eyes are kinda fucked so it matters to me. I also sometimes have to use a program to read text when my eyes are really bad so decent grammar helps a lot since it sounds better on the read-aloud. Now if you want to write more than that, be my guest, I'll try and respond in kind, but know that I might a) take a while to respond and or b) not write 3 pages back if the response doesn't fit the narrative. Also, this is an awkward conversation, but I rather get it out of the way now: If you write a really short post and I don't reply after a week, I'll be upfront and tell you now that it's that I don't know how to respond.

~ Timeframes
We are all adults here and we all have different time constraints. I've got work, a boyfriend and a family that so sometimes I get busy. Plus, I've reached out and chosen to RP with you, I've committed to giving you the kind of responses I want to see, so I don't like to rush.

I try to post at least twice a week and proofread my posts so if it takes me a few days, my intentions are to make it worth your while.

~ Planning/Worldbuilding
I am fucking world building and planning trash. I work best when my partners and I talk about the plot and what we expect. This makes it so I don't feel like I'm stepping into toes or pigeonholing the story. Nothing sucks more than when a scene is forced so I will tell you now, I'm gonna PM you if I feel we need to brainstorm. Also, Pro Tip: talking about the plan and where we want our story to go keeps me motivated. And that inspires me so I can responses faster.

~Disengaging
If I'm stuck or unsure how do proceed, I'm gonna ask questions so we can figure it out or disengage if necessary. I do think there is any shame in a thread dying out, but I do think honesty is necessary. If you're in a rut or just not feeling the story as much as you thought you would say something. I respect people who are honest and appreciate that over someone milling out crap or ghosting to spare my feelings. And If you have shit going on and can't RP period - never apologize and always know I got your back. I'll just be happy that you let me know that you have to take some 'you' time :).

If you have a preference ... talk to me. I'm pretty reasonable with accommodations. So long as there is a level of mutual respect between us, I think we can have a lot of fun and make some wicked sick storylines​

 

[MistyMay]

Plots:​

• **New** Undergrad moonlights as an escort to pay his tuition, and falls for a crooked cop
• Surviving crippling divorce, a man goes to a bar and falls into bed with his ex-wife's lawyer
• After being tormented for years, a man finds himself taking in his former bully who's been left homeless
• A god falls in love with a moral, but a curse leaves him chasing after his lover's reincarnations - the lastest being a beautiful but damaged man in crisis
• The Lucarelli file is the Hope Diamond of case files. Every cop assigned to it either quit, went missing or got killed. What chance does the newbie, transfer stand?
• A simple shop owner makes a mistake when he catches the eye of a dangerous and powerful yakuza
• A recently suspended doctor/surgeon winds up treating a mafioso/yakuza wounds when finds him bleeding out in an alley

Themes:
Spies/Espionage
Pirates
Fantasy/SciFi
Omegaverse
Historical Fiction
Harems
Crack/Rare Ships/Unlikely couples
Slash!Mythology/Fairy Tales AUs

Pairings:
Spy/Handler
Celebrity/Reporter
Superhero/Supervillain
Professor/Grad Student
Stalker/Victim
Mafioso/Investigator
Bully/Victim
Yakuza/Civilian
King/Prince
Prince/Prince​

 

[MistyMay]

Characters:​

Zeyd ibn al' Hassan of Zarani (King/Prince/General)

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Name: King Zeyd ibn al' Hassan of Zarani (formerly Al'Tazari )
Age: 35
Description:

• Zeyd is the true born heir of the Zarani kingdom; his jet-black hair and deep olive complexion are all marks of his people. But his slate-gray eyes have hardened after ten years of ruling and nearly a lifetime spent at war. He stands over most men at 6'7" and has a powerful build from a year spent in military service. On his back and arms are white tattoos, marking him as an accomplished soldier and commander

Biography:

• After his father's untimely death on the battlefield when Zeyd was still a boy, his uncle Prince Rashid ascended to the throne. With the country in the middle of a war and usurpers all too ready to take advantage of Zeyd, Rashid was forced to take measures to protect his young nephew. In order to maintain the prince's place in the royal succession, Rashid wedded his brother's wife and adopted his son, even though he had a foreign lover in the southern harems who just gave him a son. What Rashid didn't account for was the boy's mother, Jamelia, to be one of the people he needed to protect Zeyd from. Over the next few years, Jamelia worked to poison her son against his uncle and younger cousin, causing a rift in the kingdom. Her luck, however, ran out after she orchestrated a violent attack against Rashid's son that opened Zeyd's eyes to his mother's true intentions: She was using him so her family, the Al'Tazari could replace the Zarani Dynasty. The nail in her coffin was when she tried to poison Rashid after he legitimized his son, Nasim, making him the second in line. It was with a heavy heart and cold resolve that he condemned his own mother to death for high treason as his first act as king. Zeyd swore to himself he would never allow himself to love someone again and to only serve his country. He wishes to end this war once and for all...

Tison Menenius Eutherius (Roman Centurion)

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Name: Tison Menenius Eutherius, son of Titus
Age: 22
Race: Human

Description:

• Tison has a strong build from a life spent in military service. Like his father and his father before him, Tison has light blonde curls and warm brown eyes. Now an adult, he's lost most of the softness in his face and is finally growing some facial hair. Everyone assumes life as a soldier has made Tison less concerned with trivialities like grooming and fashion, but the truth is he's simply too lazy to care without his mother or sister shouting in his ear.

Biography:

• His rugged appearance is coupled with a humble nature that nearly bordered on shyness. An unbefitting manner for a noble Roman house and one his father might have scolded him for not for the fact that he died before had the chance. Tison the Pious, many joked, but the blonde could never manage to be angry about it. He is surprisingly pure for a man his age and spends less time drunk than any of his compatriots. If anything, he joked that it made it easier to fight without any distractions. He leads a brigade of 100 men and has earned their respect but holding the honor and service above pride and ambition. Tison's natural charisma and the devotion he roused his men showed him is probably what inspired his jealous, unpopular commander to push him off a cliff and leave him for dead. Betrayed and worse for wear, he struggles at the base of the chasm, towards a river he faintly hears nearby...

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Mateo Lucarelli (Under-boss)

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Name: Mateo Lucarelli
Age: 27
Description:

• Dark brown waves that are slicked back when he is meeting for 'business' and special events, but outside of that he tends to leave it tousled, almost obscuring his intense amber eyes. Mateo towers over most men, standing a solid 6'2" with muscular frame from doing manual labor for so many years. He has a sun-kissed tone and wears a goatee, so he appears.

Biography:

• Mateo was raised in a poor Italian neighborhood with his father, Ilario, a butcher by trade, and newborn sister, Aria. His mother, Caprice, abandoned her arranged marriage and children for another man when Mateo was seven, making his father the laughing stock of the community, a Cornuto. Growing up in the face of that, humiliation left Mateo with a chip on his shoulder and wary of people. What pissed him off more was his father never once retaliated against the attacks on his character. He once had a friend take he felt close to in another neighborhood, but he was thrown out of their house and separated when the other boy's parents caught Mateo kissing him. Feeling more alone than ever with his first broken heart, the only went to school, the butcher shop and back home with his stone-faced father. And that when it happened. He was working the counter when Mateo first met Don Vitelli and impressed him with his wit and was invited to work for him. Twelve years later, he's climbed the ranks under Don's tutelage and the rest is history. Now he is an under-boss for the Devalo Family and one of the most dangerous men in the entire city.

Julián "JP" Ramon Perilla

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Age: 29
Height: 5'9"
Hair: Dark Brown
Skin: Medium-Fair
Eyes: Pale green, wears glasses
Build: Lean build, in shape
Strengths: Witty, Charismatic, Dealing with Children
Weakness: Addicts, Relationships, Dogs

Personality: To most people, Julian is a cool, calculating, cynic with a knowing smile always plastered to his face - but behind all that bravado is incredibly empathic, vulnerable man who's been hurt one too many times to lower his guard all at once. Events in his childhood made him wary of affection or intimacy, so most of his "relationships" revolve around causal sex and almost always benefit him in some way, shape or form. Despite his tendency towards tit-for-tact and seemingly greedy nature, he isn't the type of person to allow someone to be hurt needlessly or stand by while someone is being taken advantage of.

Biography: The infamous Julian Perilla's earliest memories in a squalid one-bedroom flat with his heroin-addicted mother, Marisol. She claimed Julian's father left them when he was born, but he always figured she didn't know who his father was. Julian was always a mature child if a bit introverted. He always preferred the company of books over other children. He spent years trying to care for his mother, despite her neglect but it seemed the older he got the worse her habits became. Most of his days were spent When he turned ten, Marisol accidentally set the apartment on fire while he was at school and child services had no choice but to intervene.

Perilla spent years in the system, sent from foster home to foster home – his misanthropy growing with every move. After when graduated high school and earning a full-ride scholarship, he was officially timed out and was on his own. It was around this time that Julian learned he wasn't interested women, but he never keeps a steady boyfriend. He breezed right through college and eventually proceeded to law school. It was there where he met Justine Baldridge, his criminal law professor and eventually his mentor.

Once Julian passed the bar exam, he was invited to work at Baldridge and Baldridge LLP, ran by Justine and her husband Ron. He takes a position as their new junior attorney, making a name for himself in and out of the courtroom… But that changes the night of the firm's Christmas party. A drunken Ron lures Julian into his office and tries to get the younger man to sleep with him. Julian reminds him that he works for his wife and turns in down flat. Instead of backing off though, pushes Julian into the desk and kisses him as Justine's secretary walks in. Naturally, word spreads fast and Ron has to the audacity to insist that Julian had seduced him.

Seething at the accusation, Julian remembers he installed a nanny cam in Ron's office during one of his cases and steals it while he's packing his things to leave the firm. After showing her proof that Ron's attacked him and was even fucking around with other men, he offers his mentor a deal: Retain Julian as her divorce attorney for 20,000 and in exchange, he'd make her husband pay, once and for all. Julian destroyed Ron so thoroughly in arbitration, the man had to give up his beamer at the courthouse. In no time at all, Julian was able to start his own practice J.P. Associates.

Julian Perilla, or JP to his "friends", quickly became the most sought-after divorce and family court lawyer in the city for the scorned elite.

 

[MistyMay]

Writing Samples:

Sample A:

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The squire guarding Zeyd's tent panicked as he saw his king charging towards him. The young soldier barely had time to lift the flap and bow before the King strode through the opening without even acknowledging him. Once inside, two other squires scrambled to remove Zeyd's armor and tend to the king, as was their duty… But after twenty minutes of fumbling fingers and muttered apologies from the terrified soldiers, he lost his patience.

With a bloodcurdling roar and the clash of armor against armor, the soldiers were scrambling over themselves to get away from the tent and the irate monarch within. It was rare for Zeyd to snap like this, but it'd had been months on the field, months in battle - and they weren't any closer to ending this war. Sure, they had won battle after battle, but the enemy wasn't backing down. These last few encounters have been draining and listening to his generals' squabble like a bunch of old maids on how to handle it... Gods help him, they're getting nowhere.

"Damn and blast..." Zeyd sighed, removing the rest of his armor with ease that would have embarrassed the young soldiers he just chased away. He's long since lost count of how many hours he'd been awake now. Or has it been days? Everything just seemed to bleed together as of late. All he knew was that this war has already carried on over three generations, and if it didn't end soon...

"Finished frightening the new recruits, my king?"

If the voice coming from the entrance startled Zeyd, he did nothing to show it. Instead, he made his way to the modest table in the corner and poured himself a much-needed drink. Zeyd knew his cousin's, Nasim's, voice anywhere. Since Zeyd's coronation ten years ago, Nasim and he had long since mended their once-broken relationship. Now Nasim served the king as his closest adviser, confidant and with enough wine, Zeyd might even admit they were friends. But right now, Zeyd was too sober for friendship or confidants. What he needed was a spymaster and diplomat. And that was the role Nasim was here to play.

"Report. Give me something - anything." Zeyd commanded, more out of desperation than anger. It was rare that Nasim came to his tent these days, but it was his best chance at good news.

Nasim sighed, ignoring Zeyd's dark mood in favor of retrieving fresh linens for him to change into. "This general is determined to keep the territory. He knows we can't flank him because of the mountain, and we don't have the resources to keep fighting through the season. He's just sending his soldiers to the valley to buy time."

"You're a rubbish spymaster." Zeyd clips, collapsing into the chair, propping himself up with one elbow and rubbing his eyes.

"I am not a spymaster by trade, my king. I'm a diplomat." Nasim corrected with a click of his tongue, tossing the linens on the bed. "And you're not a soldier anymore, you're a king. Return to the palace."

"And leave this to those hens we call generals."

"No, leave it to me." The green-eyed Zarani said with conviction, refusing to flinch at Zeyd's outburst. "I have a plan to end this war if you are willing to trust me, Zeyd... one of my contacts have spoken with the enemy's king. He's willing to negotiate a cease-fire… but there is a catch."

Sample B:

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Looking around the table behind his folded hands, Mateo concluded that every one of the newly ascended capos was a fucking joke. He never did enjoy these monthly meetings with the 'family,' but now that Signore Moretti stepped down and Rizzo and DiCarlo croaked, the young under-boss was starting to miss the old bastards. When Mateo first met Moretti's son, Nico, it was at a gala two years ago. Greasy drunk spent the night peacocking and wound up in a fight with hot-headed Dante DiCarlo for hitting on his sister. Made an utter fool of himself and only has a crooked nose to show for it. He's still sour about having his ass handed to him if his glaring at Dante was a tell. Mateo knows he's going to have to squash that beef soon if he was going to avoid in-fighting. It's the last thing he needs with enemy families getting bold and encroaching on their territory. As for Rizzo's boy, Alphonso... God help him, Mateo didn't need to speak to the man to tell he was a goddamn coward. He was sitting at the far corner of the table, his black hair curling as he sweats through the gel. Mateo never saw him before today, but if the rumors were to be believed, his father sent him to live upstate in exile. Something about him getting cozy with his maid and ruining an arranged marriage Rizzo spent years organizing if rumors were to be believed. Lord knows it'd explain why the Terrance Fields deal fell through so quickly. There was a good chance Mrs. Rizzo pulled a lot of strings to get the don's permission to bring her son back into the fold.

'Fucking politics...'

If Mateo had it his way, he'd be at his father's, four fingers deep into a bottle of scotch listening to Aria play the new piano, he got her last Christmas. But here he was, babysitting a bunch of the third generation, old money young blood that can barely piss straight, let alone control a damn territory.

"So," Mateo started, silencing a background chatter in the room, his voice low but clear. "Does anyone want to tell me why we are here today?"

The brunet leaned back in his chair and waited for a response he knew wasn't coming and after a long moment, he continued to speak.

"No one has a clue? Alright then, let's start with the warehouses on the pier. February 18th. Fourteen crates of product. Gone. June 4th. Another ten crates. Last three weeks, three of our clubs were either raided or vandalized. That's more than 4,000,000 in revenue down the fucking hole in less than six months."

"The Don wants answers and frankly, so do I. What the fuck is going?"

Active RPs~
Of Falcon's and Dragons (M/M)
Pan's Playthings (M/M)
Secret Lives (M/M)
Weltschmerz (M/F)

Discontinued RPs:
Quid Pro Quo (M/M)
The Kingdom of Lapide (M/M)
Temptations Of War (M/M)
Chained elfs and singing bards (M/M)​