Literate Roleplay. 3-4+ moderately sized paragraphs (multiple sentences). You must be 15 years of age or older to play. I'm sorry. Now that I'm 18 I established that rule.
READ ALL OF THIS!
They told me it was a gift, but I knew it was a curse. A gift is something that betters your life-- that gives you something grander to live for. My abilities only hindered me. There are memories that refuse to fade-- visions I can’t escape; two names inscribed on the base of a decaying tree, a poem forgotten with time, and a love lost in the past.
We made a promise, he and I. Sometimes I wonder if a promise still holds true when everything around you is a lie. I don’t know what is real anymore. The future is a vortex of mistruths and sin. I can’t escape it, just as I can’t escape myself. I like to pretend I have some semblance of control over my powers-- over who I have become.
Even as I stand here, staring up at the brittle, leafless branches, I like to pretend that the tree will suddenly spring to life. I envision this barren field sprouting lush green grass. I see the skies shifting from ominous purple to baby blue. I taste the tart sweetness of cherries on my tongue. Suddenly, everything is as it was. His arms are around me. My heart is still beating. I can breath.
The cry of a crow snaps me back to reality. I glare at the black bird and wonder why MY familiar had to be such a pain. He is staring at me from his perch on a twig, judging silently.
“You know,” his voice teases. It’s a whisper in my head. “You shouldn’t have come here. There’s nothing left.”
“Better to see the future than the past. I’d rather see it as it is now than as it was before my existence-- before my life started.” I answer. My voice wavers. “I miss him.”
The bird ruffles its feathers and swoops down onto my shoulder. I wonder momentarily if he plans to peck me, but he seems understanding today. “Forbidden love is always the most precious.” he says, peering closely at the poem printed beneath the two names. “You wrote this poem, eh?”
“It was a play on words. I’m pleased to see this tree hasn’t been ransacked, chopped up, and used for lumber. I wrote that poem when I was thirteen years old. It was the 1820s. I loved that boy more than life itself… I guess it doesn’t matter now.”
Hidden from a scarlet sun,
Beneath a cherry tree;
Until all is said and done,
I’ll keep you here with me.
Forever and forever,
‘till sunshine fades to night,
Together we shall sever,
The darkness and the light.
Like the nightingale and lark,
Like brightness and the dark,
We’re two opposites apart,
Still conjoined at the heart.
The title ‘vampire’ has become cliché and overused. I never saw myself as such, though the similarities are queer. I drink blood, I dislike the sun, and I have special… abilities. However, that is where the similarities end. I’m a hopper.
I hop times and dimensions. I hop dreams and realities.
I hop.
There is only one rule to hopping-- one rule that ruins it all. You can’t hop to a time where you still reside in people’s memories from your original life. When I was turned, my sire hopped us to another place and left me to fend for myself. I couldn’t return home and for fifty years I couldn’t shake off the stupid crow that was following me everywhere.
Now, centuries later, I’m still hopping around my old life, struggling to catch glimpses of what once was. I can never venture too close-- only to the before and after.
But there must be a loophole.
~
The year of choice is 2010 and Armand Coudray is an honored aide at the prestigious Angelique University. He not only assists the head of the history department at the school, but also helps by teaching classes and offering his circle of close professors theories and truths about the past they can write on and research. He has helped archaeologists find ancient sites and new ways of studying emerge.
Armand has a little secret. One only a select few know. He is a Hopper. He hops around the past and takes detailed notes on his observations and findings for the use of his peers and in return he is paid the salary of any normal Professor. He has written books and essays on the History of Ancient Egypt, Rome, and Greece as well as many other time periods. He even learned 43 different languages and aspects of each culture so that he would be moderately prepared when entering the past. He had plenty of time on his hands-- living forever an all.
However, the one time period this Hopper wishes to visit is just out of reach. He wants to see his old lover and he has been searching for a loophole for centuries. On a stormy night, he finally realized what he had to do. He could never enter the past, but what if another Hopper brought his past back to him? What if another Hopper brought his lover to 2010?
After months of struggling to find another like him, Armand came across the cold and cruel Vincent Jackson. Vincent, for a nominal fee, agreed to fetch his love from the past.
Armand never expected the idiot to bring an angry 32 year old version of the man who had already forgotten Armand and was hardly pleased about being ripped from his time period. What happened to the kind, wonderful man Armand had known and loved. Had this arrogant, mean b*****d really been what his love had become. With Vincent disappearing after snatching his pay, Armand has no way of returning the enraged man back to his time and is stuck trying to help him adapt to the 21st century.¬¬
-YOU PLAY EX LOVER
Warnings:
-D/s
-introduction of outside couples (multiple side characters hopefully. I love making other couples)
-possible BDSM
-Any fun kinks you can think of
FOLLOW CHARACTER PROFILE OR I WILL IGNORE PM ^^
Rules:
- Make posts pretty. (10 point font with a color)
- GRAMMAR! GRAMMAR! GRAMMAR! …and spelling. God, please just use spell check. This is a literate role play.
- No one-liners. Try to keep it AT LEAST a few paragraphs. My record so far was about 2 pages 10 point font. I’ll match your posting size. Intermediate to Advanced Lit.
- Don’t join if you’re not going to be ACTIVE!!!
- No EXTREME God-Moding (However, I won't be a Nazi about it)
- PM me profile under the subject, “WHERE THE HELL AM I???”
- Have fun!
(Pms or forums? I prefer Pms so I don't get confused. Tell me your preferred in the profile ^-^)
READ ALL OF THIS!
They told me it was a gift, but I knew it was a curse. A gift is something that betters your life-- that gives you something grander to live for. My abilities only hindered me. There are memories that refuse to fade-- visions I can’t escape; two names inscribed on the base of a decaying tree, a poem forgotten with time, and a love lost in the past.
We made a promise, he and I. Sometimes I wonder if a promise still holds true when everything around you is a lie. I don’t know what is real anymore. The future is a vortex of mistruths and sin. I can’t escape it, just as I can’t escape myself. I like to pretend I have some semblance of control over my powers-- over who I have become.
Even as I stand here, staring up at the brittle, leafless branches, I like to pretend that the tree will suddenly spring to life. I envision this barren field sprouting lush green grass. I see the skies shifting from ominous purple to baby blue. I taste the tart sweetness of cherries on my tongue. Suddenly, everything is as it was. His arms are around me. My heart is still beating. I can breath.
The cry of a crow snaps me back to reality. I glare at the black bird and wonder why MY familiar had to be such a pain. He is staring at me from his perch on a twig, judging silently.
“You know,” his voice teases. It’s a whisper in my head. “You shouldn’t have come here. There’s nothing left.”
“Better to see the future than the past. I’d rather see it as it is now than as it was before my existence-- before my life started.” I answer. My voice wavers. “I miss him.”
The bird ruffles its feathers and swoops down onto my shoulder. I wonder momentarily if he plans to peck me, but he seems understanding today. “Forbidden love is always the most precious.” he says, peering closely at the poem printed beneath the two names. “You wrote this poem, eh?”
“It was a play on words. I’m pleased to see this tree hasn’t been ransacked, chopped up, and used for lumber. I wrote that poem when I was thirteen years old. It was the 1820s. I loved that boy more than life itself… I guess it doesn’t matter now.”
Hidden from a scarlet sun,
Beneath a cherry tree;
Until all is said and done,
I’ll keep you here with me.
Forever and forever,
‘till sunshine fades to night,
Together we shall sever,
The darkness and the light.
Like the nightingale and lark,
Like brightness and the dark,
We’re two opposites apart,
Still conjoined at the heart.
The title ‘vampire’ has become cliché and overused. I never saw myself as such, though the similarities are queer. I drink blood, I dislike the sun, and I have special… abilities. However, that is where the similarities end. I’m a hopper.
I hop times and dimensions. I hop dreams and realities.
I hop.
There is only one rule to hopping-- one rule that ruins it all. You can’t hop to a time where you still reside in people’s memories from your original life. When I was turned, my sire hopped us to another place and left me to fend for myself. I couldn’t return home and for fifty years I couldn’t shake off the stupid crow that was following me everywhere.
Now, centuries later, I’m still hopping around my old life, struggling to catch glimpses of what once was. I can never venture too close-- only to the before and after.
But there must be a loophole.
~
The year of choice is 2010 and Armand Coudray is an honored aide at the prestigious Angelique University. He not only assists the head of the history department at the school, but also helps by teaching classes and offering his circle of close professors theories and truths about the past they can write on and research. He has helped archaeologists find ancient sites and new ways of studying emerge.
Armand has a little secret. One only a select few know. He is a Hopper. He hops around the past and takes detailed notes on his observations and findings for the use of his peers and in return he is paid the salary of any normal Professor. He has written books and essays on the History of Ancient Egypt, Rome, and Greece as well as many other time periods. He even learned 43 different languages and aspects of each culture so that he would be moderately prepared when entering the past. He had plenty of time on his hands-- living forever an all.
However, the one time period this Hopper wishes to visit is just out of reach. He wants to see his old lover and he has been searching for a loophole for centuries. On a stormy night, he finally realized what he had to do. He could never enter the past, but what if another Hopper brought his past back to him? What if another Hopper brought his lover to 2010?
After months of struggling to find another like him, Armand came across the cold and cruel Vincent Jackson. Vincent, for a nominal fee, agreed to fetch his love from the past.
Armand never expected the idiot to bring an angry 32 year old version of the man who had already forgotten Armand and was hardly pleased about being ripped from his time period. What happened to the kind, wonderful man Armand had known and loved. Had this arrogant, mean b*****d really been what his love had become. With Vincent disappearing after snatching his pay, Armand has no way of returning the enraged man back to his time and is stuck trying to help him adapt to the 21st century.¬¬
-YOU PLAY EX LOVER
Warnings:
-D/s
-introduction of outside couples (multiple side characters hopefully. I love making other couples)
-possible BDSM
-Any fun kinks you can think of
FOLLOW CHARACTER PROFILE OR I WILL IGNORE PM ^^
Character Profile:
[b]God[/b]: (username)
[b]Name[/b]:
[b]Age/Appears[/b]: 28
[b]USS[/b]: No seke. Possessive, short-fused, mean SEME.
[b]Bio[/b]: The Ex lover. The rest is up to you
[b]Appearance[/b]: (No emo. Masculine, powerful Jerk. Anime or photo as long as he’s physically strong and good looking.)
[b]Your personal age:[/b] You must be 15 years of age or older to play.
[b]Pm or Forums:[/b]
[b]God[/b]: (username)
[b]Name[/b]:
[b]Age/Appears[/b]: 28
[b]USS[/b]: No seke. Possessive, short-fused, mean SEME.
[b]Bio[/b]: The Ex lover. The rest is up to you
[b]Appearance[/b]: (No emo. Masculine, powerful Jerk. Anime or photo as long as he’s physically strong and good looking.)
[b]Your personal age:[/b] You must be 15 years of age or older to play.
[b]Pm or Forums:[/b]
Rules:
- Make posts pretty. (10 point font with a color)
- GRAMMAR! GRAMMAR! GRAMMAR! …and spelling. God, please just use spell check. This is a literate role play.
- No one-liners. Try to keep it AT LEAST a few paragraphs. My record so far was about 2 pages 10 point font. I’ll match your posting size. Intermediate to Advanced Lit.
- Don’t join if you’re not going to be ACTIVE!!!
- No EXTREME God-Moding (However, I won't be a Nazi about it)
- PM me profile under the subject, “WHERE THE HELL AM I???”
- Have fun!
(Pms or forums? I prefer Pms so I don't get confused. Tell me your preferred in the profile ^-^)
