inquisition
Confessed Procrastinator.
I apologize if I'm unclear or simply all over the place. I have a tendency to jump into things when I only have them half figured out.
***After typing everything below, I've come to the conclusion that I should say the following:
I'm looking for someone to play a female role, aged somewhere between 18-35. The character. You can be whatever age you are. Yeah. Moving on***
So I'm specifically looking for one partner, but I could use two or three for ideas that I don't have completely fleshed out yet. So if you like what you see, but aren't swift enough to get in this particular RP, let me know. We'll talk.
Just to save time--all my ideas are fantasy. This is what I expect from you:
-Literacy-
You have to me literate. I'm a bit of a grammar freak, so this isn't negotiable. That being said--I am dyslexic. You're allowed to have a typo here and there. Post length should be developed. Maybe 300-1000 word average, depending on the situation.
-Dedication-
I've got finals and whatnot this week, so I'm not going to be on much. After that, I'll be on more. You can probably expect a post every day to every other day, depending on the length and how many RPs I have at any given time. I expect about the same from you.
-Creativity-
Don't be afraid to throw in plot twists. Try to outwit me--I'll love you for it. Here's a pre-typed speech that probably doesn't match my writing style today... but I really don't want to re-type it.
I really love doing a completely cliché and predictable 1x1 romance—transforming it with my partner into a wondrous non-cliché and unpredictable mess of plot twists and detailed character development. That’s what is really appealing about 1x1s: the insane amount of character development they can achieve when executed correctly.
The rules are pretty simple. Don’t be cliché and throw in a lot of plot twists. Yep. I want you to be completely and utterly MALICIOUS. Destroy my poor character—one condemned atom at a time—don’t hold back anything! And don’t cry over spilled milk! Then, maybe throw in a little mushy mush. Even if it’s fake I’m-lying-through-my-teeth mush or hell-I-really-hate-admitting-this-sugariness. Then hammer him down again! HA HA HA HA.
I’m not a sadist, really. Just trust me—tragedy is a lot of fun. Much better than gushy mush. And I’ll pay you back for whatever you dish out. Don’t worry ‘bout it. I really love a roleplay when it turns into a battle between writers to outwit the other. Oh, fun times. And—as a little incentive—I’ve only been bested once. The woman had a remarkable character, and I couldn’t figure out her motives at all, and she surprised me with this plot twist that I actually didn’t see coming and… it was an awesome WTF experience that rarely happens. So yeah. Can you handle my dance, little bird? Can you?
Yeah, so that's my speech. I'm pretty sure I was drinking coffee while writing it. Anyway...
--Blurred Lines--
I was really debating how much of my character I would reveal... usually I don't even provide a real name and personality. But I decided to keep you in the dark a little less than usual.
"Satan"
***After typing everything below, I've come to the conclusion that I should say the following:
I'm looking for someone to play a female role, aged somewhere between 18-35. The character. You can be whatever age you are. Yeah. Moving on***
So I'm specifically looking for one partner, but I could use two or three for ideas that I don't have completely fleshed out yet. So if you like what you see, but aren't swift enough to get in this particular RP, let me know. We'll talk.
Just to save time--all my ideas are fantasy. This is what I expect from you:
-Literacy-
You have to me literate. I'm a bit of a grammar freak, so this isn't negotiable. That being said--I am dyslexic. You're allowed to have a typo here and there. Post length should be developed. Maybe 300-1000 word average, depending on the situation.
-Dedication-
I've got finals and whatnot this week, so I'm not going to be on much. After that, I'll be on more. You can probably expect a post every day to every other day, depending on the length and how many RPs I have at any given time. I expect about the same from you.
-Creativity-
Don't be afraid to throw in plot twists. Try to outwit me--I'll love you for it. Here's a pre-typed speech that probably doesn't match my writing style today... but I really don't want to re-type it.
I really love doing a completely cliché and predictable 1x1 romance—transforming it with my partner into a wondrous non-cliché and unpredictable mess of plot twists and detailed character development. That’s what is really appealing about 1x1s: the insane amount of character development they can achieve when executed correctly.
The rules are pretty simple. Don’t be cliché and throw in a lot of plot twists. Yep. I want you to be completely and utterly MALICIOUS. Destroy my poor character—one condemned atom at a time—don’t hold back anything! And don’t cry over spilled milk! Then, maybe throw in a little mushy mush. Even if it’s fake I’m-lying-through-my-teeth mush or hell-I-really-hate-admitting-this-sugariness. Then hammer him down again! HA HA HA HA.
I’m not a sadist, really. Just trust me—tragedy is a lot of fun. Much better than gushy mush. And I’ll pay you back for whatever you dish out. Don’t worry ‘bout it. I really love a roleplay when it turns into a battle between writers to outwit the other. Oh, fun times. And—as a little incentive—I’ve only been bested once. The woman had a remarkable character, and I couldn’t figure out her motives at all, and she surprised me with this plot twist that I actually didn’t see coming and… it was an awesome WTF experience that rarely happens. So yeah. Can you handle my dance, little bird? Can you?
Yeah, so that's my speech. I'm pretty sure I was drinking coffee while writing it. Anyway...
--Blurred Lines--
This has angels, demons, other worlds, dark themes, and a sort of Alice in Wonderland vibe. I kinda put some allusions to AIW in there. Also, Wizard of Oz. But it's also different at the same time. There's stuff I'll explain in-post and OOC. Basically, you're allowed to use any literary/movie/history/artwork allusion and work it into the story. I promise it will make sense eventually.
Also, beware. Not everything is as it seems.
Here's a summary, too. But make sure you read the actual plot as well.
You seek revenge justice against Satan, the man who does nothing but ruin the lives of innocents and destroy your home and kill your family. As the last Archangel, it is your one and only duty to destroy him. But once you find him, things get complicated.
The Plot:
The whisperings were everywhere in the classroom. They were little kids pretending to be big. It was like something beckoned them to the adult world—to a fun new adventure—and they didn’t have the sense to ignore it.
You’ve heard of him, haven’t you? The angel who challenged God and then fell from heaven—the one they call Satan. There are many different accounts on what happened… but in the end it doesn’t really matter. The end is always the same. He becomes a demon and terrorizes the world. Many worlds. The Archangels used to say he’s just moving from one world to another until he finds one weak enough to conquer. Isn’t that pathetic?
Pathetic, huh? Yeah. Sure. But if he’s pathetic—what does that make us? He did wipe out all of the Archangels and destroy a large part of the Sacred City. Or have you forgotten?
No. Of course I haven’t forgotten… but you can’t honestly believe he’ll win. If he was strong enough to take us down, why did he let himself get exiled in the first place?
I don’t know. Maybe he wasn’t strong enough, but he started lifting weights or something after he recovered from the fall… I mean, what else is there to do in a terrible place like hell? And besides, he transformed into a demon. They’re like, dragons or something.
Ah, the banter of children. You used to be like that. But no more, I’m afraid. Here’s the deal. Satan is the antagonist. That makes you the protagonist. You were born for this. You were the only one left in heaven with Archangel blood—and with your family dead, you were the only person who could possibly conjure up the power and the motivation to kill the devil once and for all.
They trained you for years. Weapons training, sacred powers, hand-to-hand combat, holy water, the ability to move gracefully in plate and mail—all of it was drilled into you while the other kids had snacks and spelling tests. And it was all for this. Destroying Satan. You were the hero, and you wanted to watch his goddamn evil head rot on a stick. There was nothing wrong with that.
Finally, it was time. They opened the portal that he had gone through. That day he brought chaos to heaven and fled, promising to one day return and finish the job. You followed the path to another world—desperately trying to find the hideous creature—and to another world after that. Then, it happened.
You were arrested by the irrational guy with the weird ornamental hat.
Damn—didn’t see that one coming. They call him the mad hatter, you know. Or so he says. The tightly restrained you is placed in a large birdcage and brought through a portal to a very dark and broken place—a place that seems to be the aftermath of a terrible war. You see a charred sign off in the distance. “Welcome to Sunderland,” it says. Sunderland? Whatever that is.
The mad hatter brings you through a ruin of some sort. It appears to be what was once a chapel, but the roof and half the walls are little more than rubble underfoot. The surrounding area is completely free of other buildings, save a few stone rectangles here and there. There’s also a graveyard to the right and caverned farmland to the left. In truth, it wasn’t much of anything. You wouldn’t have paid any mind—after all, you did have a hatter to escape from—but there was something that caught your eye. There was a sword and a black, bloodied cape in the center of the church. It was his.
He was here.
Satan. It wasn’t enough that he destroyed Heaven—he had to make a mess of this place too. What a demon! You were really going to tear him apart now. You just had to find him.
Your thoughts were interrupted when you noticed a massive wall in your path. It was a brick wall, so high you couldn’t see anything over it. Every half mile or so the number 2 was painted in white on the side. The gate was a massive wooden door with progressively smaller doors stacked inside it. The hatter opened the normal-sized door with an iron key and stepped through.
The other side was nothing like the ruins you came from. The buildings were bright and whole; there was grass and gardens and butterflies and trees… and clocks. There were lots of clocks. You started on a yellow brick road, and he turned away from it to tread on a red one. It led to a garden with a table in the center, complete with ornate tea sets and treats. There were other cages there too, filled with all sorts of weird creatures and assorted mechanical parts. Your cage was placed by the table, so you could reach anything that was close.
Before you could figure out why this guy would kidnap you for a tea party guest, and more importantly how to kick his ass and get out of there, another man walks through a gate on the other side of the garden. He almost looked like a normal guy, but something inside you said he wasn’t. You knew him. Yes, he looked a lot different without those long spindly mountain goat horns, fiery red eyes, scaly exterior, and dragon appendages, but somehow you knew it was him.
Satan.
It doesn’t seem possible. You saw him destroy your world with fire and—and now he’s just a regular meat-based humanoid with cat ears and a head of curly black hair. Why? God only knows. But you gotta love justice. She's apparently on your side.
Also, beware. Not everything is as it seems.
Here's a summary, too. But make sure you read the actual plot as well.
You seek revenge justice against Satan, the man who does nothing but ruin the lives of innocents and destroy your home and kill your family. As the last Archangel, it is your one and only duty to destroy him. But once you find him, things get complicated.
The Plot:
The whisperings were everywhere in the classroom. They were little kids pretending to be big. It was like something beckoned them to the adult world—to a fun new adventure—and they didn’t have the sense to ignore it.
You’ve heard of him, haven’t you? The angel who challenged God and then fell from heaven—the one they call Satan. There are many different accounts on what happened… but in the end it doesn’t really matter. The end is always the same. He becomes a demon and terrorizes the world. Many worlds. The Archangels used to say he’s just moving from one world to another until he finds one weak enough to conquer. Isn’t that pathetic?
Pathetic, huh? Yeah. Sure. But if he’s pathetic—what does that make us? He did wipe out all of the Archangels and destroy a large part of the Sacred City. Or have you forgotten?
No. Of course I haven’t forgotten… but you can’t honestly believe he’ll win. If he was strong enough to take us down, why did he let himself get exiled in the first place?
I don’t know. Maybe he wasn’t strong enough, but he started lifting weights or something after he recovered from the fall… I mean, what else is there to do in a terrible place like hell? And besides, he transformed into a demon. They’re like, dragons or something.
Ah, the banter of children. You used to be like that. But no more, I’m afraid. Here’s the deal. Satan is the antagonist. That makes you the protagonist. You were born for this. You were the only one left in heaven with Archangel blood—and with your family dead, you were the only person who could possibly conjure up the power and the motivation to kill the devil once and for all.
They trained you for years. Weapons training, sacred powers, hand-to-hand combat, holy water, the ability to move gracefully in plate and mail—all of it was drilled into you while the other kids had snacks and spelling tests. And it was all for this. Destroying Satan. You were the hero, and you wanted to watch his goddamn evil head rot on a stick. There was nothing wrong with that.
Finally, it was time. They opened the portal that he had gone through. That day he brought chaos to heaven and fled, promising to one day return and finish the job. You followed the path to another world—desperately trying to find the hideous creature—and to another world after that. Then, it happened.
You were arrested by the irrational guy with the weird ornamental hat.
Damn—didn’t see that one coming. They call him the mad hatter, you know. Or so he says. The tightly restrained you is placed in a large birdcage and brought through a portal to a very dark and broken place—a place that seems to be the aftermath of a terrible war. You see a charred sign off in the distance. “Welcome to Sunderland,” it says. Sunderland? Whatever that is.
The mad hatter brings you through a ruin of some sort. It appears to be what was once a chapel, but the roof and half the walls are little more than rubble underfoot. The surrounding area is completely free of other buildings, save a few stone rectangles here and there. There’s also a graveyard to the right and caverned farmland to the left. In truth, it wasn’t much of anything. You wouldn’t have paid any mind—after all, you did have a hatter to escape from—but there was something that caught your eye. There was a sword and a black, bloodied cape in the center of the church. It was his.
He was here.
Satan. It wasn’t enough that he destroyed Heaven—he had to make a mess of this place too. What a demon! You were really going to tear him apart now. You just had to find him.
Your thoughts were interrupted when you noticed a massive wall in your path. It was a brick wall, so high you couldn’t see anything over it. Every half mile or so the number 2 was painted in white on the side. The gate was a massive wooden door with progressively smaller doors stacked inside it. The hatter opened the normal-sized door with an iron key and stepped through.
The other side was nothing like the ruins you came from. The buildings were bright and whole; there was grass and gardens and butterflies and trees… and clocks. There were lots of clocks. You started on a yellow brick road, and he turned away from it to tread on a red one. It led to a garden with a table in the center, complete with ornate tea sets and treats. There were other cages there too, filled with all sorts of weird creatures and assorted mechanical parts. Your cage was placed by the table, so you could reach anything that was close.
Before you could figure out why this guy would kidnap you for a tea party guest, and more importantly how to kick his ass and get out of there, another man walks through a gate on the other side of the garden. He almost looked like a normal guy, but something inside you said he wasn’t. You knew him. Yes, he looked a lot different without those long spindly mountain goat horns, fiery red eyes, scaly exterior, and dragon appendages, but somehow you knew it was him.
Satan.
It doesn’t seem possible. You saw him destroy your world with fire and—and now he’s just a regular meat-based humanoid with cat ears and a head of curly black hair. Why? God only knows. But you gotta love justice. She's apparently on your side.
"Satan"
Name:
Sebastian Alexander Lowell. You and pretty much everyone else know him as Satan.
Name meaning:
Majestic / defender of men / little wolf
Personality:
Sebastian is a rather quiet guy. He prefers to hang back and analyze the surrounding world, not making a fuss until he understands it well. His position and overall personality tend to isolate him from others. To further his isolation, a series of events in his childhood gave him an odd set of values that few empathize with. If someone violates his values, he can become very passionate and aggressive in his attempts to “restore order.” Despite this, he rarely seeks to justify his actions or defend himself.
When it comes to change and life in general, he’s extremely indecisive. He’ll consider his options for long periods of time before finally deciding on one, only to change his mind at the last minute. He often struggles between two factions of himself—trying to decide if he should act according to his values or proceed in the most logical way. This inner conflict extends to many other aspects of himself as well. It seems his entire life is devoted to better understanding himself—trying to figure out if he’s more good or evil, trying to figure out if he should trust one set of opinions or another. On most days, it seems the negative traits win out, but he’s reluctant either way.
He has the ability to be extremely compassionate and gentle, but only to a select few, as he doesn’t reveal himself easily. Emotion might attract unwanted attention (he hates making a spectacle of himself) and expose vulnerability. Though he is reluctant to reveal his own emotions, he is very sensitive to the feelings of others, possessing an intuitive quality that he uses to take in information. Believe it or not, he’s something of a romantic. It’s embarrassing and he tries to hide it, but there are times he’ll subconsciously let his feelings slip out. Animals typically see the softer side of him. He likes animals. To everything else, however, he constructs up a dense wall of untrusting indifference. The world is full of evil. He doesn’t want any part of it unless it’s his evil.
On the surface, he seems incredibly mature. But he’s quick-tempered and slow to forgive. Those that know how to get under his skin will find that he’s actually rather childish and immature—he just hides it well when he isn’t upset. It wouldn’t be surprising for him to give you the silent treatment or try to guilt you over something you said. He’s often forgetful and bad at taking care of things. That includes himself—it isn’t uncommon for his hair to be messy or his wounds left unattended. Hell, someone could stab him and he wouldn’t do anything about it.
Appearance:
Rough sketch of what he looked like before:
A word from Sebastian:
I seem to have lost my way again. I can’t really explain it. For decades I’ve been searching for something—perusing a single goal—running through a long hallway until I come to a door where I know it’s hiding, but every time I go through the door and I can finally see what I’m looking for, the lights go out and when they come back on it’s gone and I’m in a completely different place and I have to start looking for it all over again, but with each new place my memory fades a little more, and I have to sit down and figure out what I was looking for in the first place, and when I figure it out and find it again the cycle just continues and I find myself in another room with all the same problems as before plus some. My life has been like that for a long time now. Sometimes I wonder if it’s karma plotting against me—which I guess makes some sense—but even karma lets bad things happen sometimes so why can’t it just leave me alone for once? I’m tired. But if I give up now… I… I can’t give up now. I’ve struggled far too long for it to all be in vain.
Quotes that relate to Sebastian:
“I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.”(--the perks of being a wallflower)
“So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.” (--the perks of being a wallflower)
"Hearts are wild creatures, that's why our ribs are cages."
"Isn't it scary to be ready to die at such a young age?"
"Growth is painful. Change is painful. But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don't belong."
"The most confused we ever get is when we try to convince our heads of something our hearts know is a lie." (--Karen Moning)
"I am more than what you see."
"My happy place is your happy place burning to the ground."
Sebastian Alexander Lowell. You and pretty much everyone else know him as Satan.
Name meaning:
Majestic / defender of men / little wolf
Personality:
Sebastian is a rather quiet guy. He prefers to hang back and analyze the surrounding world, not making a fuss until he understands it well. His position and overall personality tend to isolate him from others. To further his isolation, a series of events in his childhood gave him an odd set of values that few empathize with. If someone violates his values, he can become very passionate and aggressive in his attempts to “restore order.” Despite this, he rarely seeks to justify his actions or defend himself.
When it comes to change and life in general, he’s extremely indecisive. He’ll consider his options for long periods of time before finally deciding on one, only to change his mind at the last minute. He often struggles between two factions of himself—trying to decide if he should act according to his values or proceed in the most logical way. This inner conflict extends to many other aspects of himself as well. It seems his entire life is devoted to better understanding himself—trying to figure out if he’s more good or evil, trying to figure out if he should trust one set of opinions or another. On most days, it seems the negative traits win out, but he’s reluctant either way.
He has the ability to be extremely compassionate and gentle, but only to a select few, as he doesn’t reveal himself easily. Emotion might attract unwanted attention (he hates making a spectacle of himself) and expose vulnerability. Though he is reluctant to reveal his own emotions, he is very sensitive to the feelings of others, possessing an intuitive quality that he uses to take in information. Believe it or not, he’s something of a romantic. It’s embarrassing and he tries to hide it, but there are times he’ll subconsciously let his feelings slip out. Animals typically see the softer side of him. He likes animals. To everything else, however, he constructs up a dense wall of untrusting indifference. The world is full of evil. He doesn’t want any part of it unless it’s his evil.
On the surface, he seems incredibly mature. But he’s quick-tempered and slow to forgive. Those that know how to get under his skin will find that he’s actually rather childish and immature—he just hides it well when he isn’t upset. It wouldn’t be surprising for him to give you the silent treatment or try to guilt you over something you said. He’s often forgetful and bad at taking care of things. That includes himself—it isn’t uncommon for his hair to be messy or his wounds left unattended. Hell, someone could stab him and he wouldn’t do anything about it.
Appearance:
Rough sketch of what he looked like before:
A word from Sebastian:
I seem to have lost my way again. I can’t really explain it. For decades I’ve been searching for something—perusing a single goal—running through a long hallway until I come to a door where I know it’s hiding, but every time I go through the door and I can finally see what I’m looking for, the lights go out and when they come back on it’s gone and I’m in a completely different place and I have to start looking for it all over again, but with each new place my memory fades a little more, and I have to sit down and figure out what I was looking for in the first place, and when I figure it out and find it again the cycle just continues and I find myself in another room with all the same problems as before plus some. My life has been like that for a long time now. Sometimes I wonder if it’s karma plotting against me—which I guess makes some sense—but even karma lets bad things happen sometimes so why can’t it just leave me alone for once? I’m tired. But if I give up now… I… I can’t give up now. I’ve struggled far too long for it to all be in vain.
Quotes that relate to Sebastian:
“I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.”(--the perks of being a wallflower)
“So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.” (--the perks of being a wallflower)
"Hearts are wild creatures, that's why our ribs are cages."
"Isn't it scary to be ready to die at such a young age?"
"Growth is painful. Change is painful. But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don't belong."
"The most confused we ever get is when we try to convince our heads of something our hearts know is a lie." (--Karen Moning)
"I am more than what you see."
"My happy place is your happy place burning to the ground."
