Neliel
One Time Luck
--female role
--dedicated
--literate
--1+ paragraph posts. No exceptions. Consider 1 paragraph to be equivalent to a one line reply, but don’t kill yourself to give me 8 paragraphs. Just meet the minimum and we’ll get along just fine.
--you must write in third person.
--I’ll be honest...I may drop you after the first post if your writing style is not compatible with my own. Although, you should know if it’s not after you read my plot summary.
--Personal pet peeve: try not to begin every sentence with a personal pronoun, please. Do your best.
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Violence, complete dishonesty, profanity, dark themes, sarcasm, betrayal, plot twists, WTF moments, awkward moments, inconsiderate gestures, side characters, death, intricate backstories, complex/contradictory characteristics, fantasy, romance, obscure vocabulary, and the like are thoroughly permitted and encouraged. Make it dark and amusing. Don’t be afraid of upsetting me or screwing with my character, for I will most definitely do the same to you. Hell, you can go totes cray—as some teens would say—with your unannounced surprises. For example:
Hey, you know the plot you laid out way back when?
Well, yes, actually. I did write it, after all.
Yeah, about that… She’s not doing what you originally planned. She was actually sent by the Olympians to assassinate you. *stabs character* Good day sir.
*WTF moment* Oh… okay, then. You’d best prepare for my retaliation. It will come later… Character: *Stares in horror at the knife embedded in his forehead—though not very well, as it’s rather difficult to stare at one’s own forehead…* You do realize demons don’t die in the normal sense, right?
And so forth.
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The Plot:
Have I summoned thy interest?
In case you were wondering, this is what Satan looks like.
--dedicated
--literate
--1+ paragraph posts. No exceptions. Consider 1 paragraph to be equivalent to a one line reply, but don’t kill yourself to give me 8 paragraphs. Just meet the minimum and we’ll get along just fine.
--you must write in third person.
--I’ll be honest...I may drop you after the first post if your writing style is not compatible with my own. Although, you should know if it’s not after you read my plot summary.
--Personal pet peeve: try not to begin every sentence with a personal pronoun, please. Do your best.
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Violence, complete dishonesty, profanity, dark themes, sarcasm, betrayal, plot twists, WTF moments, awkward moments, inconsiderate gestures, side characters, death, intricate backstories, complex/contradictory characteristics, fantasy, romance, obscure vocabulary, and the like are thoroughly permitted and encouraged. Make it dark and amusing. Don’t be afraid of upsetting me or screwing with my character, for I will most definitely do the same to you. Hell, you can go totes cray—as some teens would say—with your unannounced surprises. For example:
Hey, you know the plot you laid out way back when?
Well, yes, actually. I did write it, after all.
Yeah, about that… She’s not doing what you originally planned. She was actually sent by the Olympians to assassinate you. *stabs character* Good day sir.
*WTF moment* Oh… okay, then. You’d best prepare for my retaliation. It will come later… Character: *Stares in horror at the knife embedded in his forehead—though not very well, as it’s rather difficult to stare at one’s own forehead…* You do realize demons don’t die in the normal sense, right?
And so forth.
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The Plot:
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There are many assorted contracts that can be signed by a human in hell, just as there are many different creatures and types of demons in hell. One of these contracts—the retrieval contract—is brought to the attention of a woman who recently suffered the misfortune of losing a lover. Whether he was a husband, boyfriend, or illegitimate paramour is up to your discretion. Upon hearing the promise of the contract—that is, retrieving her lover from the grimy clutches of death and returning him to life—she scurries down to the gates of hell to learn more.
Learning nothing else from the guardian of the gate, besides the fact she’s bound to the ever mysterious contract from the moment she passes the threshold, she courageously ventures in anyway. It isn’t long before she meets Satan—in all his ginger aristocrat glory—and he explains that all she has to do is find her lover to bring him back to the realm of the living. It’s not very complicated at all. And—because he is such a gentleman—Lucifer even makes the whole ordeal easier for you. How so? He gives you the option of choosing a guide. Hell is rather hard to navigate, after all. Even he finds himself lost on a regular basis.
It’s rather simple. Just find a creature—there are millions of them, really—and hug them. Or were you supposed to kiss them? It was some display of affection like that. You’ll figure it out. No—you’re supposed to bite them. That’s it. But perhaps not. You look rather intelligent, he’s sure you’ll figure it out. It’s simple. After you… er… do the thing that binds them to you, they’re… well, bound to you. That creature will be your guide and answer any questions you may have and protect you while the contract stands. They’ll tell you how commands work and how to alter the control you have over them. Just ask.
He suggests you get a dangerous one. It will scare the others off. Of course, then you’d have to go through the process of binding a dangerous creature… maybe you should choose a less menacing demon. The choice is yours. Best of luck, miss.
It isn’t terribly long after that you come across a man—at least, he looks like a man—tending an assortment of other creatures. A menacing black dragon, headless and rotting horses, horned giants, gargoyles, misty spirits, walking skeletons of many different species, and cyborg appearing things, to name a few. It was like a dark Narnia combined with zombie horror movies and a little Game of Thrones. Assuming this is where you choose your creature, you walk up to the… caretaker person, for lack of a better title.
It becomes rather apparent he doesn’t like you.
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There are many assorted contracts that can be signed by a human in hell, just as there are many different creatures and types of demons in hell. One of these contracts—the retrieval contract—is brought to the attention of a woman who recently suffered the misfortune of losing a lover. Whether he was a husband, boyfriend, or illegitimate paramour is up to your discretion. Upon hearing the promise of the contract—that is, retrieving her lover from the grimy clutches of death and returning him to life—she scurries down to the gates of hell to learn more.
Learning nothing else from the guardian of the gate, besides the fact she’s bound to the ever mysterious contract from the moment she passes the threshold, she courageously ventures in anyway. It isn’t long before she meets Satan—in all his ginger aristocrat glory—and he explains that all she has to do is find her lover to bring him back to the realm of the living. It’s not very complicated at all. And—because he is such a gentleman—Lucifer even makes the whole ordeal easier for you. How so? He gives you the option of choosing a guide. Hell is rather hard to navigate, after all. Even he finds himself lost on a regular basis.
It’s rather simple. Just find a creature—there are millions of them, really—and hug them. Or were you supposed to kiss them? It was some display of affection like that. You’ll figure it out. No—you’re supposed to bite them. That’s it. But perhaps not. You look rather intelligent, he’s sure you’ll figure it out. It’s simple. After you… er… do the thing that binds them to you, they’re… well, bound to you. That creature will be your guide and answer any questions you may have and protect you while the contract stands. They’ll tell you how commands work and how to alter the control you have over them. Just ask.
He suggests you get a dangerous one. It will scare the others off. Of course, then you’d have to go through the process of binding a dangerous creature… maybe you should choose a less menacing demon. The choice is yours. Best of luck, miss.
It isn’t terribly long after that you come across a man—at least, he looks like a man—tending an assortment of other creatures. A menacing black dragon, headless and rotting horses, horned giants, gargoyles, misty spirits, walking skeletons of many different species, and cyborg appearing things, to name a few. It was like a dark Narnia combined with zombie horror movies and a little Game of Thrones. Assuming this is where you choose your creature, you walk up to the… caretaker person, for lack of a better title.
It becomes rather apparent he doesn’t like you.
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In case you were wondering, this is what Satan looks like.
