Post by Rurouni Mori on Oct 3, 2011 23:32:07 GMT -5
I'm not a particularly picky person when it comes to role playing whether that pertains to character details, physicality, grammar or length. But, regardless, I do have my standards and I have decided to put them out there for everyone.
_CHARACTER
I'm open to really any type of character and/or character sets. I will do all types of relationships from hermaphrodites to open relationship, gay, straight, you name it. I'm open to all genders and sexualities. But, still, let's be somewhat logical here. He cannot suddenly have a vagina, there needs to be come form of magical explanation, lol. And no slick insertion! There needs to be tightness and lube, painfully explicit, yes but necessary. And the more descriptive you get for personality and physical, the better it is for us both. I also have a preference to more dominant or seme roles. Drag and cross dressing is cool too, just ask me and we'll work it out!
_SITUATION/PLOT
As open-minded as I am, I won't really do any role plays based off of another story or role play such as Naruto or Harry Potter. BUT I will do just about an idea you throw at me, so hit me with your best shot. XD
FOR EXAMPLE (In no particular order):
Servant/Master
Student/Teacher
Victim/Bully
Younger Brother/Older Brother
Guest/Stripper
Noble Knight/Forsaken
Human/Demon
Angel/Demon
Victim/Savior
And many, many more...
ALSO FOR EXAMPLE:
Fantasy
Science Fiction
Arranged Marriage
Survival
Medieval Time Periods
Modern Time Period
Boarding School
High School
Roommates
University
And many, many more...
_ROLE PLAYING SAMPLES
Introductory:
Mid-Story:
Mid-Story, Modern:
_IDEAS
BENEATH THE GREY
Rurouni Mori: Angel
WhiteWingtip: Human
Even where the light shines brightest, there exists that drop of black ink, slithering and staining. Yet, even in the most consuming darkness, there exists that prevailing beacon of light. Between these layers, these twisting lines of white versus black, there becomes a blurred line of ultimate grey - where your mind becomes unsure and lost...yet decided. We sway and waver between these depths, sliding in and out of the grey. Some linger and some never leave. This is the way it is, the way it has always been.
But what of that in between - beyond the black, that white and the ultimate grey?
Where an angel twists in the grasps of his demanding world, he must come to face reality when he suddenly finds himself dangling between the light and the darkness. Making a choice, he hurls himself from the heavens. In the wake of a crashing storm, he lands in the home of a simple human boy whose daily events are plain and unexciting. Both of their worlds are turned upside down as they must now face the situation and each other. But what happens when your broken wings are healed by the heart of a human who is unknowingly, unlike any? Will the angel find his true existence in him or will he remain beneath the grey?
TEENAGERS AND FUR
Rurouni Mori: Werewolf
[CLOSED]: Human
There's a midterm tomorrow, that essay was supposed to be done three days ago and you're late for your next class. In the bustling life of a teenager, everything is always topsy turvy and never going the way you want it. You try and try again but life has its ways of getting to you. It's entirely unfair that you're crush never notices you. But hey, you have your best friends. So maybe it isn't so bad?
Wrong.
These slices of tormented life are in fact delicious cheese cake to him. He could take on any of these challenges and seems to do so with ease. Sliding through it all and smiling the whole way. People think he's cool, practically untouchable. And sure he has his secrets, who doesn't? But what is it that makes him so special...
He's a werewolf.
And nobody knows it. Except you. You seem to have noticed something, something not quite right. You're unsure of yourself. Maybe it's that crush you've always had on him. But if anyone knew that you, the perfect angel boy, were in love with him - well then you'd be dead. But that isn't the worst of it is it?
No, not when you find yourself staring into the eyes of the man you secretly love - and he's baring his fangs.
NIGHT OF THE DEMON'S BANE
Rurouni Mori: Demon (Uke)
[CLOSED]: Human (Seme)
Like the times of Earth's medieval period, Saradahl thrives in it. Magic and wonder dance freely. Beings impossible stand and walk among men. But never before in the history of Saradahl has the count of demons been so unbelievably high. The King of Kings as cast a call to all able bodied men and women, casters and warriors alike. A call begging any who are willing to lend a hand to turn the tide of this possible cataclysm. Pleading to end this chaotic existence of the beautiful and loving land of Saradahl.
A young man, no warrior and no great mage, lives happily alone in his own cottage in the midst of an elegant wood. He lives freely, away from the dark shadows of the struggling world. But not naive, he is trained in his own ways and understands the balance that hangs precariously. Void of neither side, he has formed his own opinions.
Yet still, he too is one who fears the demons.
So on that night, when the winds whip about unforgiving and the rains streaks down like daggers. A storm that is wild hangs over this part of the world, its clawing arms grasping even at the little wood and cottage of the young man. And as he fights it outdoors, attempting to ready his home for the eye of this storm, his eyes fall on it - a demon.
A young man also, appears to be not that much older. But traits mark him as an obvious demon. Unconscious at the edge of the wood, he is badly injured and clear pain is painted across his face. It is obvious he needs help and he appears to be no real threat. And so formed of his own opinions, the young man takes him inside.
So how do you fight your own fear? Both as the wary human and as the hunted demon. Can they prove the possibility of co-existence?
Or more...love?
OLYMPUS
Rurouni Mori: Master
[OPEN]: Slave
In the world above, the sun is pure and our minds are filled with the daily bustle. Get to work, go to school, pay rent. Heedlessly, we carry on through both smiles and tears. We struggle with the challenges set before us and embrace the happiness that is gifted. Our lives are both perfect and imperfect. But we live on, living in the world above.
But below ground is a whole other society. Clad in leather, armed with whips and pen to contracts, they are the shadows of our desires. They smile seductively and call out their orders. They punish and pleasure. Master and slave alike, they live this world every day and like none other. Bondage is the name, pleasure is the game and all are subject to its laws.
This is Olympus.
WINTER'S PRECIOUS SIGH
Rurouni Mori: Hades
[OPEN]: Persephone
It is a story, a legend, told from ancient times so very long ago. When the Gods and Goddesses roamed free and their reign was both awing and fierce. When the people knew their names and could praise them. When war and love were at the bidding of their awesome power. The world, Gaea, she moved as they would see fit. Storms, the sun's rise, the fall of the moon - it was all to their will. And of course, the seasons were no exception.
Hades and Persephone. It a common story shared even still today, though its power had waned and the will of them is sleepy and almost wholly gone. Only the seasons remain so. Long, long ago, Zeus had promised Hades a bride for him and threw to him the undeniable beauty named Persephone, whose flowing gold hair was of much to desire and form so perfect. Hades dragged her to his home, the Underworld, and there she became his bride. But upon Demeter's rage and torment to the earthly realm of the humans, their marriage changed. For the great Demeter had begged for her daughter's return and thus, it had been granted. But not without consequence. For the clever Hades had tricked Persephone with the enchanting pomegranate. So it would be that two parts of the year, she would be with her mother in Olympus; and Gaea would flourish and sing. And alas, for that last third, Persephone would return to the realm of Hades, a bride to him always. Then so, Gaea would be barren and cold, reflecting Demeter's sorrow.
It is known that Persephone, upon her first while of being in the Underworld, before Demeter had raged so, that she cried out for help with such heart-filled pain. But the legends take us no further. We never learn of how the hearts of both Hades and Persephone do beat. Was it possible, that in time, that they did love each other? Do they still? Perhaps...perhaps...
THE ROOTS OF OUR BLOOD
Rurouni Mori: Neko Prize (Uke)
[OPEN]: War Prince (Seme)
For years, the two nations warred.
The beast nation of Ophael whose people were creatures appearing half human and half animal. With increased strengths and abilities, these were a people well trained in specialized combats. The opposing nation was that of the high blood elves and humans from the land known as Talin. These people were rich and bound to the life of high society and used mechanization to overcome their enemies. It was with these high bred minds that the people of Talin deigned those of Ophael as monsters of the abyss, so unlike them. So it was they who declared war, proclaiming that these creatures could be trained into society - or destroyed.
And so it came to be that the Talin overpowered and took over the nation of Ophael in their wretched domination and sickening war. The world came to be known under one name: Greater Talin. The Great King of the new united nation declared the era of peace and he declared his war heroes and among them was his youngest son, now known as the War Prince for it was rumored and told that he had performed many great feats during the war. The truth? Only he would know; did he enjoy the blood lust of battle or detest it? Regardless, for his heroics, he was gifted the fairest among all those of Ophael - a young neko boy, so beautiful and sweet, untrained yet no mere idiot. The Neko Prize.
So what is it, our War Prince shall do with his Neko Prize? What kind of relationship could be forged? Perhaps, even love? Do their differing backgrounds separate them or bring them closer together, for it is true that it is our roots that define us...
THE MOON'S DEAD EMBRACE
RurouniMori: Vampire Newcomer
[OPEN]: Werewolf Jock
The leader of the pack, the Alpha male, the most powerful and strongest of your tribe. You're strength cannot be matched and the abilities you possess are like none other amongst your pack. You run with uncanny speed, your reflexes defy all odds, and your senses detect all. With you follows your people, your tribe, your pack. They hear you, follow you, heed you. Your minds are linked, you share thoughts, words unspoken and secret understandings.
Werewolves.
They call you a dancer of the night, the terrifying beauty, the Prince of the moon. You're strength knows no bounds, you move at lightening speed, and your powers both terrify and charm. Your people adore you, they love you and hate you, and they bow before you. You fly through the night, become the mists, seduce your prey, and live on liquid life.
Vampires.
There exists two separate races of peoples, both said to be nothing by myth, all told in stories - but they exist. The always have. They stalk the night and hide in the light. Eons ago, they use to be at war, existed on opposite sides of an invisible line. But the modern world has taken its toll, this is no longer a realm for such mythical creatures. It is a land for the mortals. Still...for either to befriend each other...such a thing could not be so.
Where one is the head jock, the handsome and powerful teen of the school, where all girls swoon for, the young Alpha male blends in with the crowd. Why is it he takes no woman in love and desire?
The other, a newcomer to the school, an alternate breed of his kind and a seemingly rogue along with his parents, the young Prince enters the high school even in broad daylight - but how?
The two find themselves caught within each other's gaze, each curious of the other, having never seen each other's kind, each with reserved opinions...and yet drawn to each other. Could such a forbidden friendship become? Despite one's pack and the other's blood? They say such a romance be borne of the most alluring, the most tragic, and the most beautiful of any of the darkest nights - The Moon's Dead Embrace.
HEART OF KIN
RurouniMori: Older Brother
[OPEN]: Younger Brother
It happened all too suddenly. An image, borne from utter happiness and truth, they had a world of perfection. It was as though, all that could be, all that anyone had ever wanted in love existed here, with them, with this family. A family filled with beauty and pure, raw life. Laughter and song. Games and dreams. Embraces and support. It was wonderful. It was beautiful. It was everything.
But it ended - it was torn apart the day their parents were killed in a car accident by a drunk driver. A tale all too familiar, all too common, all too easily passed on. But they could not forget, that could not move on. The two brothers held each other, embraced each other, lived and breathed every moment together for it was all they had. They did what they had to, did what they could, survived and lived in love, as their parents taught them to.
An older brother and a younger brother. Twenty-one and seventeen. Both spitting images of their parents, both beautiful, and both talented in their own ways. One graduated, one in high school, each following his dreams.
Time passed, and eventually, they were able to live in the real world again, able to breath its surreal air. Though they could never forget their parents, they still had each other and that was all they needed. The older brother took care of his younger, working his dream to pay rent, serve dinner. The younger following his dreams, helped cleaning. They had their days and nights of joy, each so happy to have each other. They even shared a bed, so bound together that even in their dreams they could not be separated.
But just how powerful is this bond of perfection? Designed of love, cupid has drawn his bow. So what then when this love and joy spirals into passion...what will become of those whose blood is their life when it beats in the heart of romance?
_CHARACTER
I'm open to really any type of character and/or character sets. I will do all types of relationships from hermaphrodites to open relationship, gay, straight, you name it. I'm open to all genders and sexualities. But, still, let's be somewhat logical here. He cannot suddenly have a vagina, there needs to be come form of magical explanation, lol. And no slick insertion! There needs to be tightness and lube, painfully explicit, yes but necessary. And the more descriptive you get for personality and physical, the better it is for us both. I also have a preference to more dominant or seme roles. Drag and cross dressing is cool too, just ask me and we'll work it out!
_SITUATION/PLOT
As open-minded as I am, I won't really do any role plays based off of another story or role play such as Naruto or Harry Potter. BUT I will do just about an idea you throw at me, so hit me with your best shot. XD
FOR EXAMPLE (In no particular order):
Servant/Master
Student/Teacher
Victim/Bully
Younger Brother/Older Brother
Guest/Stripper
Noble Knight/Forsaken
Human/Demon
Angel/Demon
Victim/Savior
And many, many more...
ALSO FOR EXAMPLE:
Fantasy
Science Fiction
Arranged Marriage
Survival
Medieval Time Periods
Modern Time Period
Boarding School
High School
Roommates
University
And many, many more...
_ROLE PLAYING SAMPLES
Introductory:
The guardians of the people stood about warily, their heightened senses and connection to the wild making them aware of the increased activity of Hungjar's beings. And it appeared she had no reason, or that she did deem anyone worthy to hear her reasons. So the number of available guards increased that week and the common folk were advised not to travel too far. The leader of their nature-bound tribe was not keen with the decisions that had to be made but for a leader, he was the best and he knew it needed to be done. So in order to ease the troubled minds of his people, he ordered that a festival, in Hungjar's name, be called to occur for the duration of the week. The people were thrilled but still the guardians were uneasy.
The screech of the great red dragon was a rarity to this tribe, a thing of legend to be told to the children and to the newborn warriors. However, in favor for their leader, the festivities overrode the horrid beast's call. All except for Tejina who sat at the leader's side. His golden eyes flickered immediately to the beast's direction. Both he, the leader and the guardian's knew that their distance was too great. And still Tejina stared. Closing his eyes, he quieted his heart like he had a thousand times before. He breathed the energies surrounding him, feeling the hum of it all, seeing the majestic life force flow from everything. But most of all, he listened. Whispers upon whispers. Words layered into words. And there! The lids flew open and Tejina snapped his head to the leader, the beads about his neck jingling, the fiery hair moving like a flame of the sun. The leader nodded at Tejina before calling a small party of warriors together. The festivities continued.
The young man followed behind his warriors, his silk robes silent and his beads still. The tattoos covering his body seemed to shine...like that of flowing blood. He already knew what awaited him. He knew there would be mass carnage and blood spilling. That countless lives would be lost and that there would be a people no more once that powerful being was done. So why then was Hungjar calling him there. Tejina furrowed his brows in thought. One of the warriors noticed and looked at his friends uneasily, it was rare to see their great shaman in such deep and troubled thought.
At last, they arrived. The small group of five warriors and the single shaman stood together at the edge of the tree line, surveying the horror before them...knowing it was not safe to simply run out. Bodies were strewn about like discarded garbage. Flames still crackled on the wooden and straw shelters. The smell of acidic bile mixed with burnt flesh filled their nostrils. The red dragon was unlike its colored brothers. It could not only breathe fire but use a series of other abilities such as spew acid. The group looked on, unflinching of the scene before them. In truth, they had all seen worse. Then they heard it once more, the screech. Moving silently, they reached the other side of the village to find the great beast slowly crushing a young man who was about to pass out. Tejina looked up and caught that glint of intelligence in the dragon's eye. Unlike some of the creatures that walked the land, dragon's were very intelligent. It was a matter of where you were and what you were doing. It seemed the dragon wasn't necessarily finding pleasure in killing the human beneath his claws but for another reason...
Before the warriors could stop him, Tejina rushed out towards it. Looking up, he met the dragon's eyes. Reaching within himself, he called on the gifts he had been born with. Stretching his hands out, palms flat to the dragon, he called upon it in the spidery language of magic Slowly, he shuffled to the human's side, noticing that the crushing had been stopped. The red dragon held his eyes as he did to him. Inhaling suddenly, Tejina felt his mind probed. Gritting his teeth slightly, he suddenly clapped his hand together, crying out words of magic once more. A connection leaped from within him to the dragon. A physical manifestation could be seen as blue and green with a hint of red energies spiraled like a mystical rope between Tejina's forehead and the dragon's. There was a vast silence as the two communed before the dragon suddenly lifted it's claw, the connection breaking. It was silent as the wings spread and it leaped into flight, the ground shaking. Tejina collapsed to the ground, exhaustion dragging him down. Before he could think on checking who he had saved, who Hungjar had brought him to, sleep pulled him into a sweet darkness. The last thing he heard were his brethren rushing to their sides.
The screech of the great red dragon was a rarity to this tribe, a thing of legend to be told to the children and to the newborn warriors. However, in favor for their leader, the festivities overrode the horrid beast's call. All except for Tejina who sat at the leader's side. His golden eyes flickered immediately to the beast's direction. Both he, the leader and the guardian's knew that their distance was too great. And still Tejina stared. Closing his eyes, he quieted his heart like he had a thousand times before. He breathed the energies surrounding him, feeling the hum of it all, seeing the majestic life force flow from everything. But most of all, he listened. Whispers upon whispers. Words layered into words. And there! The lids flew open and Tejina snapped his head to the leader, the beads about his neck jingling, the fiery hair moving like a flame of the sun. The leader nodded at Tejina before calling a small party of warriors together. The festivities continued.
The young man followed behind his warriors, his silk robes silent and his beads still. The tattoos covering his body seemed to shine...like that of flowing blood. He already knew what awaited him. He knew there would be mass carnage and blood spilling. That countless lives would be lost and that there would be a people no more once that powerful being was done. So why then was Hungjar calling him there. Tejina furrowed his brows in thought. One of the warriors noticed and looked at his friends uneasily, it was rare to see their great shaman in such deep and troubled thought.
At last, they arrived. The small group of five warriors and the single shaman stood together at the edge of the tree line, surveying the horror before them...knowing it was not safe to simply run out. Bodies were strewn about like discarded garbage. Flames still crackled on the wooden and straw shelters. The smell of acidic bile mixed with burnt flesh filled their nostrils. The red dragon was unlike its colored brothers. It could not only breathe fire but use a series of other abilities such as spew acid. The group looked on, unflinching of the scene before them. In truth, they had all seen worse. Then they heard it once more, the screech. Moving silently, they reached the other side of the village to find the great beast slowly crushing a young man who was about to pass out. Tejina looked up and caught that glint of intelligence in the dragon's eye. Unlike some of the creatures that walked the land, dragon's were very intelligent. It was a matter of where you were and what you were doing. It seemed the dragon wasn't necessarily finding pleasure in killing the human beneath his claws but for another reason...
Before the warriors could stop him, Tejina rushed out towards it. Looking up, he met the dragon's eyes. Reaching within himself, he called on the gifts he had been born with. Stretching his hands out, palms flat to the dragon, he called upon it in the spidery language of magic Slowly, he shuffled to the human's side, noticing that the crushing had been stopped. The red dragon held his eyes as he did to him. Inhaling suddenly, Tejina felt his mind probed. Gritting his teeth slightly, he suddenly clapped his hand together, crying out words of magic once more. A connection leaped from within him to the dragon. A physical manifestation could be seen as blue and green with a hint of red energies spiraled like a mystical rope between Tejina's forehead and the dragon's. There was a vast silence as the two communed before the dragon suddenly lifted it's claw, the connection breaking. It was silent as the wings spread and it leaped into flight, the ground shaking. Tejina collapsed to the ground, exhaustion dragging him down. Before he could think on checking who he had saved, who Hungjar had brought him to, sleep pulled him into a sweet darkness. The last thing he heard were his brethren rushing to their sides.
Mid-Story:
He nodded understandingly, it wasn't a simple question really. There was a lot for Kain to think about and a lot for him to learn. On top of that, there was a lot he had to heal from. Losing one's entire tribe wasn't something that could pass so easily. The fact that Kain was doing so well was incredible. Which was exactly what worried Tejina. What happened when Kain built up too much? Would be simply break or would he shatter? He wasn't sure if he wanted to think about that. He didn't really want to ever see Kain like that...no, he never wanted to. So secretly, he vowed to himself that he would do the best he could for Kain.
Smiling, his golden eyes twinkled, "That's a good to here. There is no rush, all in your own time. Tomorrow, you may go with the hunters if you like. I believe that is something more suited to you," He chuckled a little, "I may be able to lead our warriors into battle, but only if that's necessary. A secret between you and me, I'm one of the worst hunters out there."
Smiling, his golden eyes twinkled, "That's a good to here. There is no rush, all in your own time. Tomorrow, you may go with the hunters if you like. I believe that is something more suited to you," He chuckled a little, "I may be able to lead our warriors into battle, but only if that's necessary. A secret between you and me, I'm one of the worst hunters out there."
Mid-Story, Modern:
The large teen stepped back, appalled and speechless. What difference did it make! Man and woman, man and man, woman and woman...it was all the same in the end! Nathan clenched his fists, breathing sharply out his nose. What was he supposed to do now? What should he say? He had to do something! Anger began to well back up within him, sharp and ugly. Staring, "What kind of fucking excuse is that? So two women fucking isn't any different? A some guy and girl? What difference! You're gonna go and have a fucking tantrum, hurt you're brother, mess up your family just because you don't like gay sex. Fuck!" Stepping forward again, that cold look had taken his face once. The expression he had not used since he had beaten Jude. Only this time, it was darker, crueler, driven by his rage for the one he loved.
_IDEAS
BENEATH THE GREY
Rurouni Mori: Angel
WhiteWingtip: Human
Even where the light shines brightest, there exists that drop of black ink, slithering and staining. Yet, even in the most consuming darkness, there exists that prevailing beacon of light. Between these layers, these twisting lines of white versus black, there becomes a blurred line of ultimate grey - where your mind becomes unsure and lost...yet decided. We sway and waver between these depths, sliding in and out of the grey. Some linger and some never leave. This is the way it is, the way it has always been.
But what of that in between - beyond the black, that white and the ultimate grey?
Where an angel twists in the grasps of his demanding world, he must come to face reality when he suddenly finds himself dangling between the light and the darkness. Making a choice, he hurls himself from the heavens. In the wake of a crashing storm, he lands in the home of a simple human boy whose daily events are plain and unexciting. Both of their worlds are turned upside down as they must now face the situation and each other. But what happens when your broken wings are healed by the heart of a human who is unknowingly, unlike any? Will the angel find his true existence in him or will he remain beneath the grey?
TEENAGERS AND FUR
Rurouni Mori: Werewolf
[CLOSED]: Human
There's a midterm tomorrow, that essay was supposed to be done three days ago and you're late for your next class. In the bustling life of a teenager, everything is always topsy turvy and never going the way you want it. You try and try again but life has its ways of getting to you. It's entirely unfair that you're crush never notices you. But hey, you have your best friends. So maybe it isn't so bad?
Wrong.
These slices of tormented life are in fact delicious cheese cake to him. He could take on any of these challenges and seems to do so with ease. Sliding through it all and smiling the whole way. People think he's cool, practically untouchable. And sure he has his secrets, who doesn't? But what is it that makes him so special...
He's a werewolf.
And nobody knows it. Except you. You seem to have noticed something, something not quite right. You're unsure of yourself. Maybe it's that crush you've always had on him. But if anyone knew that you, the perfect angel boy, were in love with him - well then you'd be dead. But that isn't the worst of it is it?
No, not when you find yourself staring into the eyes of the man you secretly love - and he's baring his fangs.
NIGHT OF THE DEMON'S BANE
Rurouni Mori: Demon (Uke)
[CLOSED]: Human (Seme)
Like the times of Earth's medieval period, Saradahl thrives in it. Magic and wonder dance freely. Beings impossible stand and walk among men. But never before in the history of Saradahl has the count of demons been so unbelievably high. The King of Kings as cast a call to all able bodied men and women, casters and warriors alike. A call begging any who are willing to lend a hand to turn the tide of this possible cataclysm. Pleading to end this chaotic existence of the beautiful and loving land of Saradahl.
A young man, no warrior and no great mage, lives happily alone in his own cottage in the midst of an elegant wood. He lives freely, away from the dark shadows of the struggling world. But not naive, he is trained in his own ways and understands the balance that hangs precariously. Void of neither side, he has formed his own opinions.
Yet still, he too is one who fears the demons.
So on that night, when the winds whip about unforgiving and the rains streaks down like daggers. A storm that is wild hangs over this part of the world, its clawing arms grasping even at the little wood and cottage of the young man. And as he fights it outdoors, attempting to ready his home for the eye of this storm, his eyes fall on it - a demon.
A young man also, appears to be not that much older. But traits mark him as an obvious demon. Unconscious at the edge of the wood, he is badly injured and clear pain is painted across his face. It is obvious he needs help and he appears to be no real threat. And so formed of his own opinions, the young man takes him inside.
So how do you fight your own fear? Both as the wary human and as the hunted demon. Can they prove the possibility of co-existence?
Or more...love?
OLYMPUS
Rurouni Mori: Master
[OPEN]: Slave
In the world above, the sun is pure and our minds are filled with the daily bustle. Get to work, go to school, pay rent. Heedlessly, we carry on through both smiles and tears. We struggle with the challenges set before us and embrace the happiness that is gifted. Our lives are both perfect and imperfect. But we live on, living in the world above.
But below ground is a whole other society. Clad in leather, armed with whips and pen to contracts, they are the shadows of our desires. They smile seductively and call out their orders. They punish and pleasure. Master and slave alike, they live this world every day and like none other. Bondage is the name, pleasure is the game and all are subject to its laws.
This is Olympus.
WINTER'S PRECIOUS SIGH
Rurouni Mori: Hades
[OPEN]: Persephone
It is a story, a legend, told from ancient times so very long ago. When the Gods and Goddesses roamed free and their reign was both awing and fierce. When the people knew their names and could praise them. When war and love were at the bidding of their awesome power. The world, Gaea, she moved as they would see fit. Storms, the sun's rise, the fall of the moon - it was all to their will. And of course, the seasons were no exception.
Hades and Persephone. It a common story shared even still today, though its power had waned and the will of them is sleepy and almost wholly gone. Only the seasons remain so. Long, long ago, Zeus had promised Hades a bride for him and threw to him the undeniable beauty named Persephone, whose flowing gold hair was of much to desire and form so perfect. Hades dragged her to his home, the Underworld, and there she became his bride. But upon Demeter's rage and torment to the earthly realm of the humans, their marriage changed. For the great Demeter had begged for her daughter's return and thus, it had been granted. But not without consequence. For the clever Hades had tricked Persephone with the enchanting pomegranate. So it would be that two parts of the year, she would be with her mother in Olympus; and Gaea would flourish and sing. And alas, for that last third, Persephone would return to the realm of Hades, a bride to him always. Then so, Gaea would be barren and cold, reflecting Demeter's sorrow.
It is known that Persephone, upon her first while of being in the Underworld, before Demeter had raged so, that she cried out for help with such heart-filled pain. But the legends take us no further. We never learn of how the hearts of both Hades and Persephone do beat. Was it possible, that in time, that they did love each other? Do they still? Perhaps...perhaps...
THE ROOTS OF OUR BLOOD
Rurouni Mori: Neko Prize (Uke)
[OPEN]: War Prince (Seme)
For years, the two nations warred.
The beast nation of Ophael whose people were creatures appearing half human and half animal. With increased strengths and abilities, these were a people well trained in specialized combats. The opposing nation was that of the high blood elves and humans from the land known as Talin. These people were rich and bound to the life of high society and used mechanization to overcome their enemies. It was with these high bred minds that the people of Talin deigned those of Ophael as monsters of the abyss, so unlike them. So it was they who declared war, proclaiming that these creatures could be trained into society - or destroyed.
And so it came to be that the Talin overpowered and took over the nation of Ophael in their wretched domination and sickening war. The world came to be known under one name: Greater Talin. The Great King of the new united nation declared the era of peace and he declared his war heroes and among them was his youngest son, now known as the War Prince for it was rumored and told that he had performed many great feats during the war. The truth? Only he would know; did he enjoy the blood lust of battle or detest it? Regardless, for his heroics, he was gifted the fairest among all those of Ophael - a young neko boy, so beautiful and sweet, untrained yet no mere idiot. The Neko Prize.
So what is it, our War Prince shall do with his Neko Prize? What kind of relationship could be forged? Perhaps, even love? Do their differing backgrounds separate them or bring them closer together, for it is true that it is our roots that define us...
THE MOON'S DEAD EMBRACE
RurouniMori: Vampire Newcomer
[OPEN]: Werewolf Jock
The leader of the pack, the Alpha male, the most powerful and strongest of your tribe. You're strength cannot be matched and the abilities you possess are like none other amongst your pack. You run with uncanny speed, your reflexes defy all odds, and your senses detect all. With you follows your people, your tribe, your pack. They hear you, follow you, heed you. Your minds are linked, you share thoughts, words unspoken and secret understandings.
Werewolves.
They call you a dancer of the night, the terrifying beauty, the Prince of the moon. You're strength knows no bounds, you move at lightening speed, and your powers both terrify and charm. Your people adore you, they love you and hate you, and they bow before you. You fly through the night, become the mists, seduce your prey, and live on liquid life.
Vampires.
There exists two separate races of peoples, both said to be nothing by myth, all told in stories - but they exist. The always have. They stalk the night and hide in the light. Eons ago, they use to be at war, existed on opposite sides of an invisible line. But the modern world has taken its toll, this is no longer a realm for such mythical creatures. It is a land for the mortals. Still...for either to befriend each other...such a thing could not be so.
Where one is the head jock, the handsome and powerful teen of the school, where all girls swoon for, the young Alpha male blends in with the crowd. Why is it he takes no woman in love and desire?
The other, a newcomer to the school, an alternate breed of his kind and a seemingly rogue along with his parents, the young Prince enters the high school even in broad daylight - but how?
The two find themselves caught within each other's gaze, each curious of the other, having never seen each other's kind, each with reserved opinions...and yet drawn to each other. Could such a forbidden friendship become? Despite one's pack and the other's blood? They say such a romance be borne of the most alluring, the most tragic, and the most beautiful of any of the darkest nights - The Moon's Dead Embrace.
HEART OF KIN
RurouniMori: Older Brother
[OPEN]: Younger Brother
It happened all too suddenly. An image, borne from utter happiness and truth, they had a world of perfection. It was as though, all that could be, all that anyone had ever wanted in love existed here, with them, with this family. A family filled with beauty and pure, raw life. Laughter and song. Games and dreams. Embraces and support. It was wonderful. It was beautiful. It was everything.
But it ended - it was torn apart the day their parents were killed in a car accident by a drunk driver. A tale all too familiar, all too common, all too easily passed on. But they could not forget, that could not move on. The two brothers held each other, embraced each other, lived and breathed every moment together for it was all they had. They did what they had to, did what they could, survived and lived in love, as their parents taught them to.
An older brother and a younger brother. Twenty-one and seventeen. Both spitting images of their parents, both beautiful, and both talented in their own ways. One graduated, one in high school, each following his dreams.
Time passed, and eventually, they were able to live in the real world again, able to breath its surreal air. Though they could never forget their parents, they still had each other and that was all they needed. The older brother took care of his younger, working his dream to pay rent, serve dinner. The younger following his dreams, helped cleaning. They had their days and nights of joy, each so happy to have each other. They even shared a bed, so bound together that even in their dreams they could not be separated.
But just how powerful is this bond of perfection? Designed of love, cupid has drawn his bow. So what then when this love and joy spirals into passion...what will become of those whose blood is their life when it beats in the heart of romance?