Sfida [The Most Dangerous Game] OOC [U/C]

Dare to play Sfida?

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[Hikari Miharu]

● ● ● Sfı∂ά ● ● ●

{ the mσst dangerσטs game }





By Hikari Miharu and Yellow Daisies

[Yellow Daisies]

● ● ●∂eάя ƥſάyeяs



Welcome to our little game. Feel free to join, but if you do, please understand that you must read anything and everything. We are very nice, and you shouldn't be afraid to ask questions. We have some rules and guidelines that must be followed, however. After you get past those, you can feel free to write til the cows come home. Go crazy: extreme is what we aim for. The more creative, outrageous, and cunning you can be, the better. If you're outgoing and competitive, daring and dangerous, this is just your game to play. Now, come join in on the fun. Anything that someone else does must be outdone and undone. Be careful though, for here you might find yourselves socializing with wild creatures only concerned with pleasure of the body and not fulfillment of the mind.

[Hikari Miharu]

● ● ● Yσט theяe!

“Welcome, welcome! Come to enjoy a game of Sfida? …What’s that? Never played! My word! Well, then I’ll have to get you up to speed. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Signore Moretti and have been in the Count’s service for some fifteen years. Count Rochester is quite the eccentric man. You see, we’ve just come from Italy. While there we learned of this fascinating game called ‘Sfida.’ It quite literally means ‘dare,’ in my native language. The object of the game is to out do your opponents. No, no, we do not go around daring each other. We simply see something being done and go one step further. For example, you take two sips of wine, I shall take three. There are five rounds to this exhilarating game and nothing is off limits. At the end of the fifth round a winner is declared and he, or she, is champion until the next party. Do you understand?

"Now, I have said that nothing is off limits, but you must pace yourself. If I drink one glass of wine, and you finish off the bottle, what is left to do? The best part of a game is actually playing it, good sir. If you finish the game before the party is over with, then you have not been playing correctly. This is a game of the mind. Who to dare? What to dare? How far can we go? Yes, these are all questions you should be asking yourself, sir.

"The Count? What of him? Nay, sir, I do not know from where he came. I do know that it seems there is not an island left out in the vast sea that the Count has not visited and made a lasting impression on. He is a great and powerful man. Never have I crossed him, but I would not wish to displease a man that mighty, would you? Fortunate for us the Count has a sense of humor and enjoys games!

"So, please, join in the festivities! Please take my advice and play a game of Sfida. It is the most interesting game you will ever play, that much I can promise. But, in Italy it was also known as the most dangerous game. Why, you ask? Well, most games of the mind usually are.”

[Yellow Daisies]

● ● ● ʈɦɛ ∂ŭkɛ's bάſſ

The Duke popped a cherry into his mouth and smiled delightedly at those attending his party. They all segregated themselves into their own separate groups, eyeing one another conspicuously. It was a good thing that subtly was not the goal, nor the point to their game, as they were anything but. As he strolled amongst his guests, making short comments on this or that, he began to play a game with himself. It was a little something he’d learned in Italy two summers past. The purpose of the game was to do anything and everything above and beyond the actions of another. It was an easier game played with more than person, but he could still dare himself secretly.
As a woman sampled a small portion cake in the dainty fashion of a person conscious of being watched, the Duke plunged his hand into the center of the cake and ripped out a huge portion, shoving it into his face. As this only attracted the attention of a few horrified guests, he smiled and wiped his hands on the tablecloth and walked away nonchalantly. Moving to the other side of the room, it was hard for him to find inspiration, as no one was doing anything very interesting. Still, he enjoyed a challenge, and was determined to find someone to outdo, whether or not it was to their knowledge he didn’t care. All he saw were men and women delicately sipping from their champagne glasses. He began to debate as to whether he should grab every wine glass and take one large gulp from it. Then, he saw something even more interesting. In a shy corner of the room, almost completely behind a drapery, the Count was nestled comfortably in a chair next to his wife. They weren’t talking to anyone but each other, which-in a party such as this-was quite the scandal. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear, then raised hair hand to his lips and then kissed it.
In his mind, he knew it was wrong, but in the end he just couldn’t find the self-restraint. Casually walking in their direction, the couple never even noticed his presence until he had scooped the Count’s wife from the chair and into his arms. Neither of them even knew what was going on until the Duke was passionately kissing her on the lips. He let the woman go, and she fell back into her chair, flabbergasted and shocked beyond reason or understanding. Both hands flew to her mouth, and when she saw her infuriated husband, her face turned bright red and they flew to her chest over her heart. The man was infuriated. He glared at the Duke angrily, standing and clenching his fists, his face darkening in shade with each step he took until his meaty, bulbous nose was only inches from the Count’s bony, smooth one. The Duke only continued to smile, which was dangerous, considering how close his face was to becoming a bloody pulp.

“You dare to kiss my wife?” he roared, causing the entire room to immediately go silent.
“Sir, I only mimicked your own actions, though my intentions were slightly more innocent,” he said as he smiled again and bowed to the still flustered wife.
The Count only continued to fume, and the crowd gathered slowly and quietly more closely behind them, no longer pretending not to eavesdrop. This was clearly more interesting than any other news of town and mischief. The Duke turned behind him and then looked back at the Count, who had not yet moved another inch away from his face.
“I see I have offended the fair Count. Perhaps this is understandable, however, as I have not yet explained to him my little game, nor the purpose of my kissing his lovely wife,” he turned and addressed everyone else, “You see, while traveling in Italy two summers past, I learned of a game, in which people dare one another to outdo something that someone else has done. The goal of the game is to be the most daring and eccentric, and to never let someone get the better of you,” he smiled for good measure.
However, when he turned around, the Count still did not look too pleased. In fact, he looked even more unhappy than before. He had moved back to his place next to his wife, who had since stood up from her chair, continually in a bewildered state. Desiring to make amends, he walked over to the couple and put an arm around each of them and walked them towards the door. At first the Count was hesitant to allow being led, but the Duke gave his deepest and most sincere apologies and requested that the Count kept his peace. In return he promised to make it up to him, in more ways than one. He then closed the door on them and bid them goodnight, telling them that he would pray for their safety on their journey home.
Once the door was closed, the Duke rubbed his hands together and smiled, though he was greeted by so many bewildered eyes and astonished faces. He walked back across the room, contemplating whether he should break the painful silence or let someone else do it. It was slightly odd that so many people could share one uncomfortable, awkward feeling or experience: the Duke had just kissed a man’s wife because of a game he’d picked up in Italy and suddenly had the urge to share with the rest of the crowd. They all seemed to be waiting for something, an answer or reason for the night’s events. Suddenly, he saw the woman who had been eating a small slice of the cake earlier. When their eyes met she immediately looked away in shame, blushing under a small smile she tried to hide. The Duke walked towards the center of the room, pacing back and forth as people gathered around him, then planted his feet in one spot and folded his hands behind his back.

“My dear guests must be wondering what caused my previous actions to transpire. It’s a good question, actually. Thankfully I am about to answer it for you. In fact, any questions that you have are about to be answered. First, however, let me tell you a little story. While in Italy with my dear friend and assistant Signore Moretti, I attended a fabulous ball of fabulous grandeur and elegance. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen so many extravagantly beautiful creatures gathered in one place. It was hardly obvious to me that I was still present on an earthly plane, as all the gold and glitter seemed to be trying to convince me that I was not on Earth but yet in some fabulous otherworldly realm close to heaven.
“Further on into the night when the spirits were high and the mind drifted further out of full awareness, a game was introduced to me that I was not aware of, a game that I still love to play, in and out of ball settings. This game, dear friends, is called Sfida. The name in Italian means dare, and in knowing it is quite self-explanatory. The whole point, my lords and ladies, is to dare to outdo someone else, no matter what that person has done. Take, for instance, the Count and his wife. He kissed her hand, I kissed her mouth. One might take it vulgar, if they weren’t entirely certain of the motives of the game, but I must assure you, it is just a game. But can you remember that when you’re playing it amongst yourselves here tonight? How about later on, after you’ve left the party? Oh yes, it goes on after that. You must continue playing the game, for as long as you remember that it is being played…”

[Hikari Miharu]

● ● ● thε rטlεs σf thε gamε

● Gaia ToS. Read ‘em, know ‘em. At the level of roleplaying we’re looking for, we shouldn’t have to explain the rules of the thread. Respect us and we’ll return the favor. :]

● We haven’t labeled this roleplay for many reasons. First, not everyone fits directly under the “Lit,” “Adv. Lit,” or “Elite” titles. So, we’re just going to lay down our own standards. We don’t want an epic, but we also don’t want a few short, pithy sentences either. Three paragraphs is what we ask. We also ask for entertainment, flashy gold lights, eight maids a’ milkin’, and a tree house in our backyard, but hey. We understand what it’s like to be a little dry on the creative juices. Remember when roleplaying was fun, and you weren’t worried about how many paragraphs you had to spit out to just to scrape by? Yeah, it’s been a while for me, too. Hopefully the ridiculousness that is this RP will spark your sense of creativity!

● When you apply, please title the background checks “Sfida” and send to it to me, Hikari Miharu, and Yellow Daisies. If you’re accepted, post profiles in the OOC. Any questions? Feel free to bump around in the OOC thread and ask away. Or, if you want, PM either myself or D.

● We ask that you limit yourselves to one character, although you may request another. Then, if the other role fails to be filled before we begin, we will notify you and give you the thumbs up. Both genders are open.

● AND ONE MO’ TING… We understand how absurd this game is. Did the Duke just kiss the Counts wife!? Yessuh, he did. Now, this rule is very important. This is a scandalous roleplay filled with mind games and lust. True. However, we ask you to make mature, realistic decisions! The Duke has been playing the game for far longer than your characters, and is an eccentric man by nature! If you go the extreme on your second post, what’s left? Play this game out. Some real damage could be done with this mind game. We implore you to explore every option and keep in mind THIS THREAD IS NOT FOR YOUR CHARACTERS TO DO THE DIRTY. Explicit threads ARE forbidden. Don’t think we’ll report you? Try us.

● Oh, yeah! And as a general rule of thumb, we try and have fun in our roleplays. =D

[Yellow Daisies]

● ● ● la∂ies an∂ gentlemen

»»»___ Duke & Duchess of Rochester

The Duke is a rather strange and eccentric fellow, and remains unmatched in character by any other man. It is quite surprising that he is as well accepted in such a strict society, but as most are too completely appalled by the circumstances by which he acts, they hang onto his every word in search of enlightenment and a rationalization for his actions. It also helps that he has more money than they can count. The Duchess is a woman of sorts. As mysterious as she is beautiful, she and the Duke have a peculiar relationship in that they don’t act the way a traditional husband and wife normally would. While normal couples express their love for one another through kisses and sonnets, they are only interested in games and deception, and who can be the better at both.

♂ Duke: [Open/ Applied/ Closed] // ♀ Duchess: Yellow Daisies



»»»___The Count and Countess of Canterbury

The Count is a feisty man, though one of high esteem. He is the very rich owner of a Mill Factory in London and several other small businesses he bought from their previous owners. However, this is not what originally found him his fortune. The money came through the family, passing all the way down from his grandfather, to his father, and then to himself. The most recent Countess, though much younger than her husband, is still very much like him in attitude and manner. As any woman would be in her position, she takes pleasure in all her wealth, but does not enjoy as much to whom she is married. She and the Count married when she was very young as a result of the vast lack of money in her father’s pocket.

♂ Count: [Open/ Applied/ Closed] // ♀ Countess: [Open/ Applied/ Closed]


»»»___The Viscount and Viscountess of Carlisle

The Viscount is a young handsome fellow from the heights of Northern England. It is his passion to travel, and as he lives so close to Scotland, he often takes it upon himself to visit and participate in other such activities of this nature there. Talkative and provocative women often find their way to find him, as he is irresistible in both looks and manner. However, he is a happily married man and would do nothing to compromise a relationship with a woman whom he adores and admires. The Viscountess is a beautiful and admirable lady, though many do not see her as much of a match to her vibrant, glowing husband. True, she is not as flirtatious and charming, but her eyes say more than ten smiles her husband could ever give. Secrets seem to float behind them, and a double meaning hangs behind every word and phrase. This would seem boring and tedious to many men, but the Viscount finds it not only amusing but enticing on a deeper level.

♂ Viscount: [Open/ Applied/ Closed] // ♀ Viscountess: [Open/ Applied/ Closed]


»»»___The Baron and Baroness of Durham

No one has ever been as much in love with money as the Baron of Durham. One could say that he dreams of it at night. Though he is of reasonably high stature, he aspires to be so much more, and greed pushes him to compete for the prize. Around his superiors he can appear to fawn, but behind their backs he conspires to somehow find a way to push them off their pedestal so he can see the world from their view. The Baroness, a few years younger than her husband, never found herself fit to be married at such an early age. She’d wanted to make her own decisions in life, especially whom she would marry. Just a few years before men had been chasing her through the schoolyards, grabbing at her dress hem, now she felt trapped in a world where she didn’t necessarily belong. She and her husband often went to parties and drank wine and were merry, but she was usually the youngest one there, which made her feel somewhat alone.

♂ Baron: [Open/ Applied/ Closed] // ♀ Baroness: [Open/ Applied/ Closed]

(Yellow Daisies©)


»»»___ Marquess & Marchioness Reed of Ipswich

As deep as their love is, one could not tell by their constant bickering. It is not intolerable shouting, but they simply disagree about most everything from the color of the tapestries on the wall down to the sheets on their bed. Often they chat in witty retorts that hold some humor, but there are rare occasions when they plainly state the other is wrong. However, they are very social people often holding balls of their own, especially masquerades. The Marquess is usually a laid back, relaxed man. Conversely, if he is ever crossed, one would sooner wish to pass through the Gates of Hell. The Marchioness stresses out more about little things, almost as a perfectionist would, or with societal matters. She is, however, more easily consoled than her husband when things go wrong.

♂ Marquess: [Open/ Applied/ Closed] // ♀ Marchioness: Hikari Miharu



»»»___The Earl & Countess Davies of Leeds

The Earl is a garrulous, cheery, thinks-he-knows-it-all. Never does he stop talking, even in his sleep. He feels that whatever he has to say is, of course, very important and must therefore be said for the betterment of his company. However, he does not do this in a malicious manner. He has quite the kind, optimistic disposition and feels he always knows best. Because of this, his wife, the Countess, rarely gets in a word edge wise. Often he will ask her questions in which he answers himself; or, he may even refute her statements telling his guest what she really meant to say. This has made the Countess a very quite, patient woman. She loves her husband but cannot help feeling trapped. She is highly intelligent, one of the few women who have been to college where she in fact met the Earl. Charming and elegant, she is merely a china doll on display. Has the Earl got total control over his wife, or is the Countess simply in submission? Will Sfida bring out the truth?

♂ Earl: [Open/ Applied/ Closed] // ♀ Countess: [Open/ Applied/ Closed]


»»»___ Baron & Baroness Griffith of Grimsby

The Baron is quite the gambling man. In fact, almost his entire fortune has been made off of the stock market, what people call “new money.” He hates to lose money, and is therefore quite stingy even when it comes to giving gifts. However, his overall countenance can be described as calm and collected. He has a swift mind and is very intelligent, but because of this he is not entirely sociable. His second wife, the first died giving birth to his only son, is a designer of naughty lingerie. Her collection is not at all public and was made specifically for noble women, for the cloth is only of the finest silks. The age gap between the couple is some twenty years, but they were wed because she is his cousin.

♂ Baron: [Open/ Applied/ Closed] // ♀ Baroness: [Open/ Applied/ Closed]


»»»___The Composer & Lead Vocalist

While the Lead Vocalist is what every woman aspires to be, graceful, talented, skin of an angel, the Composer is somewhat of a different story. While his fiancée is an accomplished opera star and looks as if she belongs to royalty, he has the appearance of a disheveled insomniac, which isn’t far from the truth. He’s the kind of person who has a strange story that can relate to anyone, and he’s very deeply involved in his music. While music is his passion, the Vocalist is only good at what she does. Secretly, she longs to be a nurse. She wishes to help people, but must pay her ill parents debt. But, she has never told a soul. The Composer says he’s in love, but with whom? The Lead Vocalist or what he thinks she is?

♂ Composer: [Open/ Applied/ Closed] // ♀ Lead Vocalist: [Open/ Applied/ Closed]

(Hikari Miharu©)

[Hikari Miharu]

● ● ● Tσ яeceiɣe an inɣitation

o1. Background Check

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[Yellow Daisies]

● ● ● ʈis ʈɦɛ sɛason

»»»___ The Most Wonderful Time of The Year

Spring / Summer / Fall / Winter

We find ourselves in the month of December, when the coldest of the English snow is blowing into London. Most of our fair people are staying inside close to the fire, not wishing to fair the cold. Anyone daring enough to attempt to fair the cold in order to get from one house to another will not only be greeted by wind, but snow as well. Still, instead of staring out of gloomy frosted windows, they still laugh together in a circle, warmed by not only the wine, but the joy in their hearts...

»»»___ Pursuing Happiness

The Extravagant Ball

The lovely Duke has taken it upon himself to throw a Christmas ball for his new friends and acquaintances. He is fairly new to the neighborhood, and thought it his duty to introduce himself and his wife to those who did not know him. Being so aristocratic, it would have been quite an impertinence for those of lower stature to bring attention upon themselves without proper introduction. Really, it was just the polite thing of the Duke to do...

[Hikari Miharu]

● ● ● ʅεttεrs from the dטkε

»»»___ 23 NOV 08: The OOC is made.

»»»___ 13 DEC 08: The OOC is opened!

[Yellow Daisies]

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[Hikari Miharu]

WOO. Yay for openess! =D

[Hikari Miharu]

mrgreen

[Yellow Daisies]

i do still need to add, don't i?
should we start on our profiles?
man, i want to find out who the other characters are smile

[Yellow Daisies]

yay i love my avi smile

[Yellow Daisies]

come on people join