Thy's Thread o' RPs, Before Making the Real Thing

[thymeast22]

"Should we help him? He has to be in the lists in two minutes. Two minutes or forfeit." William said, looking to Roland. The two stared at a knight's body leaning against a tree. William wore noseplugs, while Roland looked uncomfortable with the smell of the area.
"Lend us those." Roland said, motioning towards the noseplugs.
"Right. Left." William said as he removed and handed them to his friend.
"Thank you." Roland carefully walked over to the knight's body, touching his face and checking for a pulse. "Dead."
"Eh?" Disbelief showed on William's face.
"Three scores to none after two lances. As long as Sir Ector doesn't fall off his horse, we've won." Wat said after running up, looking cheerful.
"He's dead." Roland said dryly.
"What do you mean he's dead? " Wat exclaimed, disbelieving what was said.
"I mean the spark of his life is covered in shite. His spirit is gone but his stench remains, does that answer your question?" Roland asked dryly, getting up.
"No, no, no, no. No, he sleeps. Rouse him." Wat hurried to the knight's body.
"I haven't eaten in three days!" Wat yelled when someone started mentioning the time they had left.
"None of us have, Wat!" William sent back.
"Let's fetch a priest." Roland headed past the two.
"No, he's not dead!" Wat yelled, refusing to believe that their knight was dead. "You wake up! Come on! Come on! You manky git!" he yelled as he violently shook, then repeatedly kicked, the corpse. The others stared on with sad disbelief at their friend.
"Roland," William said quietly, drawing his attention to the man riding up.
"Squire, Sir Ector must report at once or forfeit the match."
"He's on his way." William said quickly, before Roland could say that their knight was dead.
The man just watched them, as Wat continued to kick and yell at the body.
"I haven't eaten in three days! Three days! What did you eat, mate?! If you wasn't dead, I would kill you!"
Roland turned to William in disbelief.
"I'll ride in his place." William said, watching the man ride away. "Strip his armor. I'm riding in his place." he said louder, turning away to go to Wat and the body.
Wat continued to manhandle the body, before he was grabbed and jerked away by William. "Wat, stop kicking him! I'm riding in his place. Help me. Please." he said, starting to remove the helmet.
Roland just watched the two, hating to be the bearer of bad knews. "What's your name, William? I'm asking you William Thatcher, to answer me with your name? It's not Sir William. It's not count, or duke or earl William. It's certainly not King William." he said, as Wat continued to help William suit up.
"I'm aware of that." William said, glancing up.
"You have to be of noble birth to compete!" Roland's voice was exasperated now.
"A detail. The landscape is food. Do you want to eat or don't you?"
"If the nobles find out who you are there'll be the devil to pay!"
"Then pray that they don't." William said with a grin.

-Opening scene from A Knight's Tale  

[thymeast22]

In medieval times a sport arose. Embraced by noble and peasant fans alike though only noble knights could compete. The sport was jousting.

William, a common-born squire, masquaraded as his knight, and won the joust. He trained, he was able to pretend to be a noble long enough to gain a name for himself. Years later, Prince Henry declared that William Thatcher was noble.

It was a fairy-tale story. So many other proceeded do the same, and some were fairly successful before they were found out. Others were recognized as peasants immediately.

The penalty for masquarading as a noble was death. Some were able to escape and hide, though many of those were eventually found.


Even so, no one would even consider thinking that a woman would try her hand at it. They were wrong. Years later, after the penalty lessened to a large fine and humiliation in the stocks, a few women began to try. One won all the tournaments, and was found out only after her final joust, in which she was wounded. Had she not been a noble, she would have been executed. Instead, she was merely stripped of her title and wealth, put in the stocks for nearly a week, then sent to try and live. She died years later, proud.

But they haven't been deterred. Now more are beginning to try, though not enough for anyone to check the gender of a knight. If a woman can pass herself off as a man, kudos to her, theu believe. But if she's caught, she'll have hell to pay, and those who helped her as well.  

[thymeast22]

match=three lances
1 hit waist- neck
2- helmet
3- off horse, and winner gets the horse.  

[thymeast22]

This is a story me and a crazy friend were writing while high on sugar, after watching Stardust. And, this is word for word what we have before we started writing the story itself. I think it would make a highly amusing rp, and decided to give it a shot.


Note to the reader:

A word of advice. This should be read aloud and with a British accent because it sounds cool. Except what the Italian says. He should be read with an Italian accent. (Or a French or Spanish one, depending on the mood. We recommend Italian.) As for the common folk, use a “normal”. Lara should be read with a Southern Accent, though a refined Southern accent. Cause she’s high-class, don’tcha know. Lord Pinky should be read with a snobbish British Accent, like you would use when making fun of someone. Feste with a gay-American Accent. (Picture Robert Di Niro in Stardust, or one of the boys on Project Runway.)  

[thymeast22]

Rules

yadda yadda yadda. Coppy from another rp  

[thymeast22]

Characters

Villian
Name:Lord Duncan Pinkerton-Smee. (AKA Lord Pinky.)
Age:57
Height:5'5"
Hair:icky yellow gray brown
Eyes:bleh
Built:FAT, short, very ew
Complexion:sickly pale, yuck
Clothes:dirty, rumbled, gross
Mindset:Possessive, Sex drive, obsessive, old-fasioned, Men better
Response:cocky, Male over Female
Speech:rude, disturbing,
Romance:Sex. No love

Heroine
Name:Gwendolynne Benwick (Gwen)
Age:19
Height:just over 5'
Hair:brown strawberry blond
Eyes:icy green
Built:definite curves, but slight
Complexion:medium
Clothes:proper. Always in skirt, corsets in England, stylish
Mindset:blunt, sweet with a temper, flirt, sarcastic, stubborn, not trusting, loyal
Response:sarcasm
Speech:life, passion, emotion, eloquent
Romance:sucker

Dude/Hero
Name:Tristan Adams
Age:22
Height:< 6
Hair:almost black
Eyes:blue-gray
Built:muscles, godlike...
Complexion:medium + tan
Clothes:comfortable
Mindset:teasing, flirt, fiercly protective, loyal, friendly, good at reading people, steadfast always
Response:all. Depends.
Speech:calm, can be emotional. Reasonable
Romance:Cheesy

Gay Guy/Male BFF
Name:Feste Alastare
Age:24
Height:6-6'6"
Hair:light brown
Eyes:blue-green
Built:defined, perfect figure
Complexion:lives in tanning bed, but not orange
Clothes:stylin
Mindset:gay
Response:quit-wit
Speech:Gay.
Romance:dramatic

BF
Name:Rafael Pancrazio Salvatore
Age:27
Height:6-6'6"
Hair:black-black
Eyes:dark brown
Built:12-pack, GOD, gorgeous
Complexion:Italian dark, olive
Clothes:loose jeans, unbuttoned button down shirt
Mindset:masculine, possessive, flirt, honor, shallow, cocky, self-centered
Response:doesn't catch it
Speech:Italian accent, smooth, seductive
Romance:intense lover

BFF
Name:Alayna Campbell
Age:20
Height:5'6"
Hair:Fiery redhead
Eyes:emerald green
Built:CURVES, proportioned
Complexion:fair
Clothes:stylish, beautiful
Mindset:temper, kick a**, blunt, protective, feminist, proud, won't back down
Response:back and forth
Speech:attitude
Romance:I ain't lookin

BFF 2
Name:Caelyn Campbell
Age:20
Height:5'6"
Hair:true blonde, sunshine
Eyes:bright deep ocean
Built:low B, tiny waist, slim hips
Complexion:fair
Clothes:unfairly perfect
Mindset:"blonde", brilliant, tentative, loyal, dedicated, observant,
Response:doesn't bother
Speech:cultured, sound smart
Romance:if it happens
 

[thymeast22]

Roles

Villain: A normal guy, but our villain because he wants to hire Lara to work for him. But, every girl in that position has wound up dead, her body beaten and abused. So not a very nice man.

Hero(ine): Need we explain?

Dude: Normally damsel, but he is a guy, and deserves some dignity because we are going to completely strip him of all dignity he has left in the story.

Gay Guy: Once again, do we have to explain this?

BF: Temporary, very cute but shallow Italian boyfriend to make Tristan jealous because Lara is mad at him and is a lady and thus can’t smack him upside the head because violence is not the answer. So, we make Tristan insanely jealous.

BFF and BFF 2: Enough said.

Setting

Alternate dimension: Modern, but with Victorian-ish upper class England. Only England though, the rest of the world is pretty normal. IS normal, like it is today. For the most part. Except the Carribean, which is like it is in those movies, Pirates of the Carribean 1-1000. Wait, are there not that many yet? Hmm.  

[thymeast22]

Plot/Summary

Gwen is about to be oppressed into marriage with Lord Pinky.
She loves Tristan, so she runs away with him.
They fight, she spends a coupla hot nights with Rafael.
Tristan comes back to her, begging for mercy, she being head-over-heels in love, goes off with him into the sunset.
They start in England, go to Italy, and wind up in America.
In America they meet Feste and his best friends Alayna and Caelyn.
Rafael and Pinky follow them to America.
Feste’s got the hots for Rafael, who’s got the hots for Gwen, who’s got it for Tristan, who doesn’t know who Alayna’s got it for, who won’t tell who Caelyn’s got it for.

Pinky’s attracted to the name ‘Benwick’ (crazy old respected powerful name), and Gwen’s pants. Er, skirts.
Doesn’t help that she’s filthy rich. Like, richer than Paris, but way smarter.
They go from NY to Chicago, LA, Vegas, New Orleans, Miami, fleeing all the while from Pinky, with Rafael helping them now.
Except, he’s just as lost as Gwen and Tristan. And gets them lost in the Everglades.
Feste, Caelyn, and Alayna know their way around all the big cities well, being models and working in them.
They leave for the Carribean, and are commandeered by pirates on the way.
They get ditched in Tortuga. Land of the Prostitutes.
Then they escape to an uncharted island for a night. A paradise, all beach except for a strip of trees. With lots of flowers, coconuts, and jello shots.
A perfect night for the couples.
Hint hint.
Then the final confronation.

And, well, if you wanna find out, you’re just gonna have to read the book aren’tcha? Ha! And don’t even think about flipping to the back of the book, that’s cheating and anyone who does that is a … looser. Ha!  

[thymeast22]

The Deal

Okay. So basically, you pick one(or two) roles, and follow the very very basic plot. Meaning, I already have it planned out where the rp will go, but not how it will end. You do not have to follow the descriptions of the characters exactly, but please stick to the basic guide-lines. You do still need to make a profile, but those will be posted in another thread. Everything above is exactly as we, myself and a friend, saved it in Word on my computer, with a few minor changes in details, wording, and format.

Thus the use of 'we' all over the place above. No, it's not the Royal We(but you're free to think it or treat me as such), just a 'copy-paste' from where we were writing.

Periodically, I will have a little 'intro' post. It will be in italics, and in it's own little post. Think of it as a setting, that paragraph or two describing everything. The scenery of a play. But the voice describing it is just a bit crazy, sarcastic, and bluntly amusing.

Point being, have fun with this. You don't have to follow the plot exactly, feel free to throw in your own twists or bring in other minor characters if you want. If this even gets started, yay!

And once again, you arne't limited to one character. There are seven characters open, but one won't be there all the time, and several won't be with the others for a while. But that doesn't stop you from interacting with yourselves! So, what I'm trying to say, it might be in your best interest, whoever chooses to play Pinky and Rafael, to also have other characters who will be in the plot a bit more. I don't mind if those pair up, but otherwise I'd prefer not. I'll stop rambling now. So go join!  

[thymeast22]

Profile Skeleton

Fill this out completely. Put the info [ size=11 ] HERE [ /size ].
See the rules on how to send profiles. First come first serve. Include a <3 in your title to show you have read everything up to this point.

[align=center][size=16][color=YOURCOLOR][u][b]Postion[/b][/u][/color][/size][/align]

[imgright]malformed url[/imgright]
[size=14][color=YOURCOLOR][b]Name[/b][/color][/size]
[size=11][/size]

[size=14][color=YOURCOLOR][b]Age[/b][/color][/size]
[size=11][/size]

[size=14][color=YOURCOLOR][b]Gender[/b][/color][/size]
[size=11][/size]

[size=14][color=YOURCOLOR][b]Height[/b][/color][/size]
[size=11][/size]

[size=14][color=YOURCOLOR][b]Weight[/b][/color][/size]
[size=11][/size]

[size=14][color=YOURCOLOR][b]Personality[/b][/color][/size]
[size=11][/size]

[size=14][color=YOURCOLOR][b]History[/b][/color][/size]
[size=11][/size]

[size=14][color=YOURCOLOR][b]Anything else?[/b][/color][/size]
[size=11][/size]

[size=14][color=YOURCOLOR][b]Played By[/b][/color][/size]
[size=11][/size]

 

[thymeast22]

What happens to a man when
He spills his heart on a page and
He watches words flow away then
His feelings lie on the page alone
There waiting
For someone who cares to read them
To open their eyes to see them
To see if they can make his thoughts their own
To find out that maybe your life's not perfect
Maybe it's not worth what he gives away

You can see that this broken soul is bleeding
So you can see your feelings inside yourself
And wander through my heart
Letting you see through me
Now only consumes me
Forget your pain, watch me fall apart

 

[thymeast22]

Do you ever think about running away
'cause I was thinkin' about leavin' today
We'll follow forever where our hearts wanna go
Maybe we'll live somewhere where nobody knows our names
Then things might change for the good

I wanna be somewhere so far away
To lie under the night at the end of another good day
I can't tell you how long we'll be gone

Do you ever think about not comin' back
Hoppin' on a train and we'll burn up the tracks
We'll jump off somewhere that we don't know how to say
Maybe hitch a ride from someone who can tell us the way
To where these things might change for the good

Maybe, maybe we'll just see
Where this road will lead for us

I've got my things packed
My favorite pillow
Got my sleeping bag
Climb out the window
All the pictures and pain I left behind
All the freedom and fame I've gotta find
And I wonder how long it'll take them to notice that I'm gone
And I wonder how far it'll take me

To run away
It don't make any sense to me
Run away
This life makes no sense to me

I was just trying to be myself
You go your way I'll meet you in hell
It's all these secrets that I shouldn't tell I've got to run away
It's hypocritical of you
Do as you say not as you do
I'll never be your perfect girl
I've got to run away

I'm too young to be taken seriously
But I'm too old to believe all this hypocrisy
And I wonder how long it'll take them to see my bed is made
And I wonder if I was a mistake

I might have nowhere left to go
But I know that I cannot go home
These words are strapped inside my head
Tell me to run before I'm dead
Chase the rainbows in my mind
And I will try to stay alive
Maybe the world will know one day
Why won't you help me run away

-parts of Runaway, by 3 Doors Down and Runaway, by Pink

 

[thymeast22]

Runaways: There are millions of kids who have run away from home for various reasons. Some fall into gangs, some live normally, others go home eventually, some are killed in various crimes. But only a handful are taken in by Tia and Mali, sisters who own a very successful company.

The company has everything anyone who wants attention could get. First and foremost it is a design and modeling agency, but it also has a small film studio, an art studio, and a gallery to show off all it's talent.

The sisters take runaways off the street and give them an appartment to share, food, and a job that will, usually, be enjoyed. A quick makeover and no one will know that the models or actors or artists are actually those missing kids on the back of a milk carton in another state. They do also hire adults and appartments in the complex are offered to them as well.

So what will you do? Will you accept their offer of a life you want, or will you keep living in a cardboard box?

 

[thymeast22]

[align=center][size=16][color=YOURCOLOR][u][b]Postion[/b][/u][/color][/size][/align] (runaway, worker, Sister, crazy-person-who-delivers-milk... What your place in life is.)

[imgright]Put your url here. just the link, I want the picture. [/imgright]
[size=14][color=YOURCOLOR][b]Who was I?[/b][/color][/size]
[size=11]Your name[/size]

[size=14][color=YOURCOLOR][b]But this is who I am now[/b][/color][/size]
[size=11]allias[/size]

[size=14][color=YOURCOLOR][b]If I must say it, I'm[/b][/color][/size]
[size=11]Gender[/size]

[size=14][color=YOURCOLOR][b]Don't tell, but I'm[/b][/color][/size]
[size=11]Age[/size]

[size=14][color=YOURCOLOR][b]Let the world know me[/b][/color][/size]
[size=11]Personality[/size]

[size=14][color=YOURCOLOR][b]The scars run deep[/b][/color][/size]
[size=11]why you ran away/history[/size]

[size=14][color=YOURCOLOR][b]The Sisters?[/b][/color][/size]
[size=11]why you accepted the offer AND what your job is/why that profession[/size]

[size=14][color=YOURCOLOR][b]By the way[/b][/color][/size]
[size=11]anything else[/size]

[size=14][color=YOURCOLOR][b]No strings attached[/b][/color][/size]
[size=11]username[/size]