Well, its been about three years since I've posted a request here, so I guess its time to revamp and renew it, with updated interests and prompts and such.
Lets start with the basics:
What do I expect from you?
Simple, I just want a reply from you, a paragraph or more (more is always better), once a week or so. I really like my partners to be literate in the English language, so I don't have to spend excessive amounts of time trying to decipher what you're trying to tell me. I really like my partners to communicate with me too, so if you don't like what I'm doing or you've got a grand idea, I want to hear it!
What do I like in an RP?
Well, I like to play male characters, though I am capable of playing female characters as well. I'm not fantastic at romance, but I'm willing to make an attempt as long as there's something else in the story that'll keep my interest too. I enjoy both fandom RP's and world building, though I have found that the latter can be more time-consuming and frustrating than I would like; I'll add a list of fandoms below. Fantasy is far and above my favorite genre to write, but I can do others as well.
So what fandoms DO I like?
Among the fandoms I love the most are The Elder Scrolls (not just Skyrim, all of it), anything written by JRR Tolkien, Star Trek (TNG and TOS/TOSAU are my favorites), Sherlock, Dragon Age, and probably a whole host of others I'm forgetting. Feel free to message me and ask about anything not listed, it might be one I'm completely blanking on at the moment. The one thing I can for sure tell you I won't do is anime of any kind. I've just never been able to get into the culture or the style behind it. Lately though I have been wanting to do an RP centered around the world of Magistream itself, and the concept of magi living in a keep with their companion animals. So if this is something you'd like to do, definitely drop me a message and we can talk.
So... what about plot ideas?
I've got a couple of options here. The first is a slough of pairings with suggested prompts, where roles I would prefer to fill myself are marked by an asterisk. The second are a series of starter posts that I had written for other RP's that didn't pan out or were ultimately rejected by other partners, though I would still like to do them.
List of Prompts
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Dragonborn/Random Adventurer X Falmer
This is a specific Elder Scrolls V pairing I had in mind. I am willing to play either character, either male or female. Essentially, the Dragonborn is exploring one of the many ancient nordic ruins spattered throughout Skyrim and finds, along with the usual Draugr and loot, a Falmer. Not one of the slimy, blind monsters that lurk about the ancient Dwemer cities, but a living, breathing Snow Elf. This can be taken in many different directions from there.
Sorcerer/Wizard* X Human
A bit random, this one is, but the basic gist of it is that the human in this case doesn't know that his buddy is a sorcerer/wizard. Originally I thought this would work best in a modern setting, but we can take it pretty much anywhere, honestly.
Science Officer* X Other
This is a Star Trek one, and can go in pretty much any of the series/movie settings. The character I would like to use is a xenobiologist (can be M or F) aboard a Starfleet vessel (doesn't need to be a specific one), doing research on the alien life forms that the away teams encounter. The 'Other' in this case could be another crew member (I'm open to both OC's and canon characters), alien, or maybe even something else.
Dunmer Refugee* X Native
This is an Elder Scrolls one. A Dunmer Refugee (could be male or female, depending on preferences), arrives in a new place. It could be that they have fled Morrowind after the Red Year, and arrived in another province of Tamriel. Or perhaps on a smaller scale, perhaps they have fled the countryside after bandits raided and burned their farm, intending to move into one of Morrowind's larger cities and start a new life there. The native, in this case, is someone who ends up meeting this refugee before they've really settled into their new home (their meeting can be planned or spontaneous). This one could take place in any of the timelines, from the early days of Resdayn all the way past the start of 5E.
Eluréd X Lost traveler
In The Silmarillion, the sons of Dior Eluchil, who were named Eluréd and Elurín, were chased into the wilderness after the Sack of Menegroth by the sons of Fëanor. Tolkien is somewhat vague on their fate, so in this prompt at least one of the twins survived, and happens upon a lost traveler.
Keeper* X Other
This one is kind of based on multiple founts of inspiration. Basically, one character is the keeper of a sanctuary, a sort of wildlife reserve for magical creatures (If you've ever read Fablehaven, its a concept similar to the system there), and the other can be... whatever, really. One of the more sentient residents of the reserve, a guest who's come to see the oddities contained within by some special privilege, anything really. Just PM me with your ideas for characters, time period, etc., this one is pretty flexible!
Agent X Target
Quite different from the usual Agent X Target, as its usually put in the context of assassination, I'm thinking this one is more of a "protection" situation. The given example is an agent of some government, or perhaps private, organization, assigned to protect some important figure, perhaps a celebrity of some kind, in a dangerous situation. I'm good with being either character, in most sorts of settings. This one can also take place in a fandom, if desired.
Apostate* x Other
This one is pretty much strictly a Dragon Age prompt. One of the characters is an apostate, possibly an escaped circle mage, or simply a mage in hiding, on the run during the Mage-Templar War. Perhaps the story takes place after they've been captured at the end of the war, and are being dragged back to a circle to live out their life in captivity. Or maybe they're in hiding with others like them, trying to survive in the wilderness and avoid discovery by those who would see them imprisoned or made tranquil for their rebellion. Maybe they're being sheltered by locals sympathetic to their cause, which leads to trouble for everyone when they are found out. Or maybe the war is over, and they weren't hunted down and forced into a circle, so now they're building a new life for themselves in one of Thedas's smaller villages. This one could go in endless directions, just let me know what interests you!
This is a specific Elder Scrolls V pairing I had in mind. I am willing to play either character, either male or female. Essentially, the Dragonborn is exploring one of the many ancient nordic ruins spattered throughout Skyrim and finds, along with the usual Draugr and loot, a Falmer. Not one of the slimy, blind monsters that lurk about the ancient Dwemer cities, but a living, breathing Snow Elf. This can be taken in many different directions from there.
Sorcerer/Wizard* X Human
A bit random, this one is, but the basic gist of it is that the human in this case doesn't know that his buddy is a sorcerer/wizard. Originally I thought this would work best in a modern setting, but we can take it pretty much anywhere, honestly.
Science Officer* X Other
This is a Star Trek one, and can go in pretty much any of the series/movie settings. The character I would like to use is a xenobiologist (can be M or F) aboard a Starfleet vessel (doesn't need to be a specific one), doing research on the alien life forms that the away teams encounter. The 'Other' in this case could be another crew member (I'm open to both OC's and canon characters), alien, or maybe even something else.
Dunmer Refugee* X Native
This is an Elder Scrolls one. A Dunmer Refugee (could be male or female, depending on preferences), arrives in a new place. It could be that they have fled Morrowind after the Red Year, and arrived in another province of Tamriel. Or perhaps on a smaller scale, perhaps they have fled the countryside after bandits raided and burned their farm, intending to move into one of Morrowind's larger cities and start a new life there. The native, in this case, is someone who ends up meeting this refugee before they've really settled into their new home (their meeting can be planned or spontaneous). This one could take place in any of the timelines, from the early days of Resdayn all the way past the start of 5E.
Eluréd X Lost traveler
In The Silmarillion, the sons of Dior Eluchil, who were named Eluréd and Elurín, were chased into the wilderness after the Sack of Menegroth by the sons of Fëanor. Tolkien is somewhat vague on their fate, so in this prompt at least one of the twins survived, and happens upon a lost traveler.
Keeper* X Other
This one is kind of based on multiple founts of inspiration. Basically, one character is the keeper of a sanctuary, a sort of wildlife reserve for magical creatures (If you've ever read Fablehaven, its a concept similar to the system there), and the other can be... whatever, really. One of the more sentient residents of the reserve, a guest who's come to see the oddities contained within by some special privilege, anything really. Just PM me with your ideas for characters, time period, etc., this one is pretty flexible!
Agent X Target
Quite different from the usual Agent X Target, as its usually put in the context of assassination, I'm thinking this one is more of a "protection" situation. The given example is an agent of some government, or perhaps private, organization, assigned to protect some important figure, perhaps a celebrity of some kind, in a dangerous situation. I'm good with being either character, in most sorts of settings. This one can also take place in a fandom, if desired.
Apostate* x Other
This one is pretty much strictly a Dragon Age prompt. One of the characters is an apostate, possibly an escaped circle mage, or simply a mage in hiding, on the run during the Mage-Templar War. Perhaps the story takes place after they've been captured at the end of the war, and are being dragged back to a circle to live out their life in captivity. Or maybe they're in hiding with others like them, trying to survive in the wilderness and avoid discovery by those who would see them imprisoned or made tranquil for their rebellion. Maybe they're being sheltered by locals sympathetic to their cause, which leads to trouble for everyone when they are found out. Or maybe the war is over, and they weren't hunted down and forced into a circle, so now they're building a new life for themselves in one of Thedas's smaller villages. This one could go in endless directions, just let me know what interests you!
Spoiler
It was pure chance really, or perhaps misfortune that had let to Nerrix's current situation.
It was a routine scouting mission: land on the planet's surface, and spend a few months among the natives in order to study them. Of course, he used a Chameleon device that allowed him to be disguised as one of them, and the translator they all had in their brains, so as not to raise suspicions. But just because he looked like the humans on the outside, didn't mean his internal anatomy was altered, which meant he still had to be very careful.
One of the many difficult things about humans was their incessant tendencies to kill each other, or at least attempt it. It was one of the few remaining primitive things about their society, and it was probably going to be the thing that killed him.
Nerrix had been walking through the city streets, intent on documenting human herd behavior, when suddenly the air was filled with fire and he was thrown against a wall, plunging him into unconsciousness. Now that he thought about it, this had probably been one of the so-called "terror attacks" that his superiors had warned him were common in this area of Earth. But it mattered little. Knowing what to call the event was of no consequence now that his body was covered in burns from the heat of the fire, and several of his bones were broken. Luckily the Chameleon still held, keeping his skin from reverting to its natural blue tinge, and preventing the nasal extension from disappearing to show his actually very rounded muzzle. Not to mention the fluorescent purple eyes, and scaly patches of skin around his knees and elbows that would become apparent, should the device fail.
As it stood, he would be lucky to get off the planet alive. He had woken up after the blast to find himself lying in a bed, in quite a large amount of pain. There were tubes running in and out of him, wires everywhere, and some strange beeping sound that had gotten rather annoying rather quickly. This seemed to be some sort of medical facility where they were keeping him, but he had a hunch that they had probably discovered he was not what he seemed.
He was alone, for one, and the door to the room was latched shut. Nerrix had not been in many human medical facilities, but he had come across very few closed doors when he had. There was some sort of tube running into his arm, originating from a plastic bag that was hung from a hook on the ceiling. He would have to pull that out, and peel off the strange stickers on his chest, if he was going to escape this place.
With a grunt of pain and effort, Nerrix pushed himself upright, causing one of the beeping machines to change its tone. After taking a moment to wait for the room to stop spinning, he glanced around, noticing his surroundings were rather barren, and not terribly inviting. Just as he was about to scoot to the edge of the bed so that he could begin his escape, Nerrix froze at the sound of footsteps outside of his door.
It was a routine scouting mission: land on the planet's surface, and spend a few months among the natives in order to study them. Of course, he used a Chameleon device that allowed him to be disguised as one of them, and the translator they all had in their brains, so as not to raise suspicions. But just because he looked like the humans on the outside, didn't mean his internal anatomy was altered, which meant he still had to be very careful.
One of the many difficult things about humans was their incessant tendencies to kill each other, or at least attempt it. It was one of the few remaining primitive things about their society, and it was probably going to be the thing that killed him.
Nerrix had been walking through the city streets, intent on documenting human herd behavior, when suddenly the air was filled with fire and he was thrown against a wall, plunging him into unconsciousness. Now that he thought about it, this had probably been one of the so-called "terror attacks" that his superiors had warned him were common in this area of Earth. But it mattered little. Knowing what to call the event was of no consequence now that his body was covered in burns from the heat of the fire, and several of his bones were broken. Luckily the Chameleon still held, keeping his skin from reverting to its natural blue tinge, and preventing the nasal extension from disappearing to show his actually very rounded muzzle. Not to mention the fluorescent purple eyes, and scaly patches of skin around his knees and elbows that would become apparent, should the device fail.
As it stood, he would be lucky to get off the planet alive. He had woken up after the blast to find himself lying in a bed, in quite a large amount of pain. There were tubes running in and out of him, wires everywhere, and some strange beeping sound that had gotten rather annoying rather quickly. This seemed to be some sort of medical facility where they were keeping him, but he had a hunch that they had probably discovered he was not what he seemed.
He was alone, for one, and the door to the room was latched shut. Nerrix had not been in many human medical facilities, but he had come across very few closed doors when he had. There was some sort of tube running into his arm, originating from a plastic bag that was hung from a hook on the ceiling. He would have to pull that out, and peel off the strange stickers on his chest, if he was going to escape this place.
With a grunt of pain and effort, Nerrix pushed himself upright, causing one of the beeping machines to change its tone. After taking a moment to wait for the room to stop spinning, he glanced around, noticing his surroundings were rather barren, and not terribly inviting. Just as he was about to scoot to the edge of the bed so that he could begin his escape, Nerrix froze at the sound of footsteps outside of his door.
Spoiler
The war had been over for years, but evidently that mattered little to these folk. Dalimar had not known that, when he agreed to travel with his nephew to Iragora, they would be stopping in this town for supplies. If he had, the former general would have protested, and to great lengths. Tensions still ran high between the east and west halves of the Asmerian Empire, and even though the western side had ended the civil war over ten years ago, many pockets of easterners still remained, constantly stirring up rebellion and trying to rekindle the flames of war.
Dalimar may have been retired for a good chunk of the past decade, but that didn't mean he had left the military lifestyle behind him. He still kept himself after the standard fashion, and didn't really look that different than he had during the war: perhaps he was a bit grayer at the temples. But that, coupled with the fact that this specific town was very much still in a mindset to revolt, meant that the chances of him being recognized were very high.
Upon riding through the gates of the isolated town in question, it wasn't more than a few minutes before Dalimar was getting suspicious glares and sneers from the natives. It was obvious they knew that he was the one who had led the raid on their city, all those years ago, and resented him for it. His only remaining hope was that they wouldn't be bold enough to do anything about it.
When they reached the well in the crowded center square, the general's nephew left him to water the horses, while the younger stopped by the market shops for food and such for the road. It was probably for the better, considering that no one would do business with Dalimar if they recognized him. All seemed quiet enough, as he filled the nearby trough for their beasts to drink from, until a group of obviously disgruntled strangers shoved their way through the horde.
"You," one of them sneered, knocking the water-filed bucket aside, and jabbing his finger into the man's chest. "If not for you, I wouldn't have grown up fatherless!"
"You razed this city nearly to the ground!" another shouted. "This place would be grand enough to rival the capital if you and your lot hadn't come through here!"
Without any more prompting than that, the mass that had gathered around them began shouting insults at him. Scum. Filth. Villain. Murderer. But Dalimar could not fight back. The emperor, perhaps, might pardon him for the crime, but the local magistrate, who would try him for assault of his own people? They would not rule in his favor, he could bet every penny he had on it.
He did not see who it was who had thrown the first stone, but after that had come more, and more. Still he did not fight back, relying desperately on the hope that his nephew would return soon and be able to defuse the situation. But then one of the stones had struck his head, though he tried to dodge it, and he was knocked to the ground. That was when the kicking started, and from there it was mere minutes before he was fighting to remain conscious through the pain of bruises and broken ribs. One more swift blow to the head, and he was out.
When he came to, Dalimar could only open one of his eyes: the other was swollen shut. He appeared to be in a darkened cell, with walls and floors made of stone and the front barred with black iron grating. It hurt to breathe, and even the torchlight flickering in from the corridor made his head ache. Those thugs were probably able to convince whatever law enforcement that had intervened that he had started the brawl, or was at least at fault for it. Who knew where his nephew was, or if he would ever see him again... Unless the imperial guard became involved, he would probably never see the light of day again, unless it was at a public execution.
Dalimar may have been retired for a good chunk of the past decade, but that didn't mean he had left the military lifestyle behind him. He still kept himself after the standard fashion, and didn't really look that different than he had during the war: perhaps he was a bit grayer at the temples. But that, coupled with the fact that this specific town was very much still in a mindset to revolt, meant that the chances of him being recognized were very high.
Upon riding through the gates of the isolated town in question, it wasn't more than a few minutes before Dalimar was getting suspicious glares and sneers from the natives. It was obvious they knew that he was the one who had led the raid on their city, all those years ago, and resented him for it. His only remaining hope was that they wouldn't be bold enough to do anything about it.
When they reached the well in the crowded center square, the general's nephew left him to water the horses, while the younger stopped by the market shops for food and such for the road. It was probably for the better, considering that no one would do business with Dalimar if they recognized him. All seemed quiet enough, as he filled the nearby trough for their beasts to drink from, until a group of obviously disgruntled strangers shoved their way through the horde.
"You," one of them sneered, knocking the water-filed bucket aside, and jabbing his finger into the man's chest. "If not for you, I wouldn't have grown up fatherless!"
"You razed this city nearly to the ground!" another shouted. "This place would be grand enough to rival the capital if you and your lot hadn't come through here!"
Without any more prompting than that, the mass that had gathered around them began shouting insults at him. Scum. Filth. Villain. Murderer. But Dalimar could not fight back. The emperor, perhaps, might pardon him for the crime, but the local magistrate, who would try him for assault of his own people? They would not rule in his favor, he could bet every penny he had on it.
He did not see who it was who had thrown the first stone, but after that had come more, and more. Still he did not fight back, relying desperately on the hope that his nephew would return soon and be able to defuse the situation. But then one of the stones had struck his head, though he tried to dodge it, and he was knocked to the ground. That was when the kicking started, and from there it was mere minutes before he was fighting to remain conscious through the pain of bruises and broken ribs. One more swift blow to the head, and he was out.
When he came to, Dalimar could only open one of his eyes: the other was swollen shut. He appeared to be in a darkened cell, with walls and floors made of stone and the front barred with black iron grating. It hurt to breathe, and even the torchlight flickering in from the corridor made his head ache. Those thugs were probably able to convince whatever law enforcement that had intervened that he had started the brawl, or was at least at fault for it. Who knew where his nephew was, or if he would ever see him again... Unless the imperial guard became involved, he would probably never see the light of day again, unless it was at a public execution.
Spoiler
While he was not particularly fond of humans, they were at least making it worth his time. A fully equipped laboratory, as many test subjects as he could possibly ask for, assistants, if he wished for them, not to mention the heap of gold they were paying him for his work. Truly, these humans were getting desperate.
Bain certainly felt out of place among them, with his bright blue skin, additional set of arms, and complete lack of hair. The myriad of stares he got every time he went out in public were a curious mix of intrigue, distrust, and fear. He tried not to let it get to him, but he still found himself sending others out for supplies while he remained hidden away in his lab. But that was part of why he was here: There was a plague ravaging the human population in this region, and being of a completely different species, Bain was immune.
This was why they had called upon him. His people were notorious for being geniuses, and although Bain himself was nowhere near the greatest among them, he was still young, and looking to prove himself. Where many of the more experienced researchers had snubbed their noses up at the human's pleas, he had seen an opportunity to gain renown and perhaps finally garner some respect from his fellow scientists.
And so he had made the journey from his home in Divara City to the human settlement, taking only the tools he thought he might need, and telling no one. After all, no need for a colleague to get jealous and attempt to usurp the only position of esteem he had ever been offered. Not that finding the cure to a human plague was particularly glamorous, but it was a start.
Finally, after taking a week to organize the laboratory and start coming up with methods for finding a cure, he was ready to start selecting test subjects. The humans afflicted with the disease had been congregating outside of his lab, once hearing of his purposes there, likely hoping to be one of the first to be cured. Bain felt a bit bad for them, actually. How many would die before he was even close to finding a solution? Granted their limited intellectual capacity made them little more than interesting livestock when compared to his own people, but he still found them entertaining. In fact some of the little ones he even found kind of cute.
The heavy steel doors to his little sanctuary swung slowly open with a loud creak. Several humans were perched on the stairs leading up to the doors, and a few of them lifted their heads at the sound of his entry. It was windy, and Bain mildly regretted choosing not to wear a shirt today. It was colder in this region of the world than it was where he came from, and his people's tradition of going shirtless was more than a little out of place here. But at the same time, having four arms made wearing clothing on the top half of one's body a little uncomfortable. Perhaps he would need to speak with his human liaison about some different clothes; they had said to simply ask if he had need of anything.
After clearing his voice to gain the attention of the diseased who had gathered, he made his request: "I am ready to begin work on a cure, and am in need of test subjects. Are there any volunteers?"
Bain certainly felt out of place among them, with his bright blue skin, additional set of arms, and complete lack of hair. The myriad of stares he got every time he went out in public were a curious mix of intrigue, distrust, and fear. He tried not to let it get to him, but he still found himself sending others out for supplies while he remained hidden away in his lab. But that was part of why he was here: There was a plague ravaging the human population in this region, and being of a completely different species, Bain was immune.
This was why they had called upon him. His people were notorious for being geniuses, and although Bain himself was nowhere near the greatest among them, he was still young, and looking to prove himself. Where many of the more experienced researchers had snubbed their noses up at the human's pleas, he had seen an opportunity to gain renown and perhaps finally garner some respect from his fellow scientists.
And so he had made the journey from his home in Divara City to the human settlement, taking only the tools he thought he might need, and telling no one. After all, no need for a colleague to get jealous and attempt to usurp the only position of esteem he had ever been offered. Not that finding the cure to a human plague was particularly glamorous, but it was a start.
Finally, after taking a week to organize the laboratory and start coming up with methods for finding a cure, he was ready to start selecting test subjects. The humans afflicted with the disease had been congregating outside of his lab, once hearing of his purposes there, likely hoping to be one of the first to be cured. Bain felt a bit bad for them, actually. How many would die before he was even close to finding a solution? Granted their limited intellectual capacity made them little more than interesting livestock when compared to his own people, but he still found them entertaining. In fact some of the little ones he even found kind of cute.
The heavy steel doors to his little sanctuary swung slowly open with a loud creak. Several humans were perched on the stairs leading up to the doors, and a few of them lifted their heads at the sound of his entry. It was windy, and Bain mildly regretted choosing not to wear a shirt today. It was colder in this region of the world than it was where he came from, and his people's tradition of going shirtless was more than a little out of place here. But at the same time, having four arms made wearing clothing on the top half of one's body a little uncomfortable. Perhaps he would need to speak with his human liaison about some different clothes; they had said to simply ask if he had need of anything.
After clearing his voice to gain the attention of the diseased who had gathered, he made his request: "I am ready to begin work on a cure, and am in need of test subjects. Are there any volunteers?"
❖ Malo mori quam fodari ❖ 
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