Lady_Feonis_of_Fairhaven
Wandering but not lost...yet
Hello and welcome to my Story Compendium!
A variety of plots, pairings, and original story ideas await you. I hope you find something to catch your fancy!
I am looking for few literate to advanced writing partners with whom to share in adventures.
◇ About Me ◇
- 22 years old
- 8+ years of RP experience
- artist
- bookworm
- female
- literate/Advanced writer
◇ A Few Expectations ◇
1. Please be willing to talk about things/brainstorm, and let me know if you're no longer interested.
2. Please be able to write (on average) more than three sentences with basic, functional grammar. Mistakes and slip ups are cool, but when things are written nicely it's a more pleasant experience.
3. I don't mind short posts now and again, as long as they don't become the constant standard for length.
4. I may ask for a writing sample before we decide to write together.
Personal Preferences:
- MXF only
- I can play M or F but prefer F
- Please follow the content rules of RPNation
- Open to OOC chats/friendships
- Literate - Advanced
- OOC via Discord, Roleplay via RPNation.
◇ Pros/Cons of Roleplaying With Me ◇
- will make RP fanart
- and playlists
- and send story or character-related memes and art
- will obsess over OCs
◇ Plots ◇
A selection of my own original concepts.
The plan was simple.
Escort the Ember to the mountain city of Firvain, keep it from falling into the Dark Lord’s grasp, and return home to assist in the coming battle.
What A and his two friends didn’t expect was for the Ember to choose a bearer for the first time in over a century...a girl from the country village they happen to pass through.
When The Ember chooses a bearer, it fuses with the selected, becoming an integral part of their being. If removed, the girl dies. Thus, the girl is in effect, the Eternal Ember. This grants her a slightly extended life-span, as well as fire manipulation and unusual good health. Add to that an unpredictable temper, and you have a recipe for difficulty.
As if that isn’t enough to throw off his intended path, now he has to convince the girl to go with him to Firvain and send one of his friends with a message to the last Keeper, fighting not only against the girl’s remarkably stubborn will, but also a mysterious string of events that keeps them from separating no matter how hard they try.
And to top off the problems already piling up, the Dark Lord, a traitorous general who years before attempted to take over the kingdom, is now hot on their trail.
Escort the Ember to the mountain city of Firvain, keep it from falling into the Dark Lord’s grasp, and return home to assist in the coming battle.
What A and his two friends didn’t expect was for the Ember to choose a bearer for the first time in over a century...a girl from the country village they happen to pass through.
When The Ember chooses a bearer, it fuses with the selected, becoming an integral part of their being. If removed, the girl dies. Thus, the girl is in effect, the Eternal Ember. This grants her a slightly extended life-span, as well as fire manipulation and unusual good health. Add to that an unpredictable temper, and you have a recipe for difficulty.
As if that isn’t enough to throw off his intended path, now he has to convince the girl to go with him to Firvain and send one of his friends with a message to the last Keeper, fighting not only against the girl’s remarkably stubborn will, but also a mysterious string of events that keeps them from separating no matter how hard they try.
And to top off the problems already piling up, the Dark Lord, a traitorous general who years before attempted to take over the kingdom, is now hot on their trail.
Character A is one of fifteen people returning to earth from a station on Polus. Except, somewhere on the way they picked up something dangerous, and it's slowly picking off the crew. The problem is, evidence leads the crew to believe it is one (or more) of their own. No other living thing was being transported. Everyone is suspicious and on high alert.
Luckily, A is confident that the quiet, calm B is always on her side. There's no way he could be the imposter...Right?
Imposter x Crewmate pairing. Up to interpretation, but the idea originally focuses on the fact that B is one of two/three imposters who have always been with the crew since Polus, planted early in as an inside-job. They were essentially sleeper agents and they JUST received orders for the execution of the crew leaving Polus. B is reluctant and struggles with this since he has developed feelings for A.
Luckily, A is confident that the quiet, calm B is always on her side. There's no way he could be the imposter...Right?
Imposter x Crewmate pairing. Up to interpretation, but the idea originally focuses on the fact that B is one of two/three imposters who have always been with the crew since Polus, planted early in as an inside-job. They were essentially sleeper agents and they JUST received orders for the execution of the crew leaving Polus. B is reluctant and struggles with this since he has developed feelings for A.
A wizard or other magically inclined character messes up a spell and is suddenly transported to the real world, in 2024, with all of their magic intact, but absolutely no idea how to get back - and worse, their arch enemy came along, and is equally confused. Now, with authorities closing in and no one else to help them, they're forced to stick together in this confusing, mundane world.
Set in the 1730's, our two characters are best friends, inseparable for years since a rather rocky meeting.
Living in Boston, the two are very different, though roughly the same age. One an poor immigrant from Ireland (male) and the other a wealthy, third generation resident of New England(female) their relationship isn't the most likely, but as it so often happens with children, it's resilient.
Around eleven, the boy is Shanghai'd [kidnapped] by a merchant ship, and disappears-for nearly seven years.
Meanwhile, the girl has grown up in Boston, attempting to track down her missing friend but without the resources to do so, and not being taken seriously, gets practically nowhere.
Her father finally sends her to a boarding school in England to become a proper lady. She is fully against going, but on the way there, her ship is attacked by pirates, and many of the passengers taken captive.
That is, until her long-lost friend, now the dashing young captain of the ship, recognizes her.
Living in Boston, the two are very different, though roughly the same age. One an poor immigrant from Ireland (male) and the other a wealthy, third generation resident of New England(female) their relationship isn't the most likely, but as it so often happens with children, it's resilient.
Around eleven, the boy is Shanghai'd [kidnapped] by a merchant ship, and disappears-for nearly seven years.
Meanwhile, the girl has grown up in Boston, attempting to track down her missing friend but without the resources to do so, and not being taken seriously, gets practically nowhere.
Her father finally sends her to a boarding school in England to become a proper lady. She is fully against going, but on the way there, her ship is attacked by pirates, and many of the passengers taken captive.
That is, until her long-lost friend, now the dashing young captain of the ship, recognizes her.
(Historical/Romance/Pirates/seafaring/low fantasy)
Character A is a vampire trying desperately to fit into society without being a problem to humans - and as a college student, it hasn't been too hard. As it turns out, the habits of college life blend well with the nighttime vampiric tendencies, and no one has enough energy to care that A always wears a hoodie even in the warmer months.
Character B is a history buff who eventually figures out A is a vampire, but instead of being upset, they're thrilled. A refuses to say how old they really are. Undaunted, B follows A around whenever they can, asking questions to try and figure out by asking A things about different time periods. Luckily, A has always been horrible at keeping track of history and only remembers the most random events.
They form an unlikely bond, with A tolerating B because he fills in the gaps with surprisingly reasonable logic when people ask about the occasional odd habit, and B just interested in everything about them. How often do you drink blood? Does a stake to heart kill you? How much sunblock do you have to use to not wear a hoodie? A just puts up with him (at first) because he covers for her, and helps facilitate the occasional snack (be in an animal or him.)
I was thinking this could be a reluctant friends to lovers scenario where it's basically just a bunch of shenanigans, romance, and fluff set against a college life backdrop.
We can add in more Supernatural elements as well. Maybe they even start dealing with ghosts.
Character B is a history buff who eventually figures out A is a vampire, but instead of being upset, they're thrilled. A refuses to say how old they really are. Undaunted, B follows A around whenever they can, asking questions to try and figure out by asking A things about different time periods. Luckily, A has always been horrible at keeping track of history and only remembers the most random events.
They form an unlikely bond, with A tolerating B because he fills in the gaps with surprisingly reasonable logic when people ask about the occasional odd habit, and B just interested in everything about them. How often do you drink blood? Does a stake to heart kill you? How much sunblock do you have to use to not wear a hoodie? A just puts up with him (at first) because he covers for her, and helps facilitate the occasional snack (be in an animal or him.)
I was thinking this could be a reluctant friends to lovers scenario where it's basically just a bunch of shenanigans, romance, and fluff set against a college life backdrop.
We can add in more Supernatural elements as well. Maybe they even start dealing with ghosts.
Pairings
- Dragon shifter x princess/royal
- Sassy princess x charming rogue/thief
- Dashing pirate x captive
- cafe worker x regular customer
- kidnapper x abductee**
- Siren x young seafarer
- Rival x rival (lots of tension and angst)
- villain x hero(in)
**Not Stockholm Syndrome. Something more along the lines of kidnapping the wrong person and not knowing what to do about it.
I'm currently in the mood for something casual with quality writing. Relaxed literate. It doesn’t have to be long-term.
◇ Genres I enjoy ◇
- Romance
- Fantasy
- Action
- Medieval
- Modern
- Futuristic
- Supernatural
- Sci-Fi
- Adventure/questing
- Horror
- Post Apocalypse
- Apocalypse
◇ Writing Samples ◇
The ever-present sound of insects buzzing above the arena was drowned out by the raucous cheering of the people packing the rows and rows of benches. The thick, vine-like growths that served for trees in the marshy planet had ages ago been bound and wove together in a root-like net of a dome. It was still living flora, formed to the needs of the area's inhabitants, as barbaric as they were.
Neralill Almazang brushed blood from her lip with the back of her hand. She'd been fighting in round after round since early that afternoon, and she'd let the last one get too close. She'd taken a hit. It was glancing, but enough to bust her lip.
A bit of anger bled through when it happened, and her arm shot out instinctively, her fist clipping the larger man's chin. The move was brash, not aimed as well as she knew she was capable of. But it didn't have to be. A slight twist of her hand and the Force did the rest for her, snapping his neck back and sending him skidding across the ground. He hadn't risen.
There was a difficult balance to keep. Woyb insisted on a show, so despite it being easier to deal with them quickly, she was forced to draw the fights out into elaborate displays of violence. Still, if the deafening cheers of the audience were any hint, she'd done well. Her muscles ached, and her arms burned. A small cut on her forearm marred her pale skin with the bright red of her blood, though she could barely feel the sting.
As she stepped through the gate of the arena, she paused and closed her eyes tight, breathing deeply. One...two...three. Breath out.
She'd grown accustomed to the metallic scent of blood hours ago. It wasn't hers, mostly. She grit her teeth, glancing over her shoulder. Blood stained the hard-packed dirt in streaks where her opponents had been dragged from the arena.
Most of her opponents deserved what they got. She shoved the guilt down. She was only doing what was necessary for survival. For herself and for the memory of Nevren.
She huffed a breath, shoving white curls back from her face. She was hot, tired, and ready to return to her quarters, where every now and then she was able to find a semblance of peace.
Despite what she'd told the King and Queen, Ellyra fully planned to ditch the disgustingly lavish display of wealth that had been arranged.
Chandeliers made of crystal and silver blazed above her, illuminating the vaulted ceiling and the marble hall below it for the festivities. Ellyra stood near one end of the long hall, dressed in one of the many fine gowns tailored specifically for the occasion. It was a terrible waste when she had dresses already, but apparently, wearing the same gown twice to the same yearly event was a major faux pas.
Before her, the hall was littered with ornate stands holding even more ornate and valuable items. Everything from gemstones of unusual size, ancient relics, works of immense craftmanship, and even paintings done by the most famous artists in the kingdom. There was an entire section dedicated to the past crowns of the royal line. The family had occupied the thrown for countless generations, and each new monarch required the fashioning of a new crown. Each was unique, and made specifically to fit its owner.
Nobles and foreign delegates from all over bustled about the room, voices echoing softly off the marble. Musicians played from a raised platform set along the middle of the left wall. Seven or so singers, and various instrument players provided music for the event. The blond half-elf eyed the guests with some emotion between reluctance and boredom.
Ellyra fidgeted with the cuff of her sleeve, wishing the tailor had applied less gems to it. It was beautiful, yes. The flowing, airy white sleeves were gathered and caught up in the delicate silver-gray cuffs set with some clear gem. The skirt itself was long, tailored to hang just above the ground. The bodice was a starry pattern of silver and blue over a gauzy white blouse designed with a choker-like collar that matched the sleeve cuffs and fastened in the back with satin laces. Runic patterns were embroidered in silver threat along the edges of the bodice, symbolizing their family's vast access to magic.
But she didn't really have time for that. Her window of opportunity would close shortly. She had to act soon.
Her father and mother, the reigning monarchs, were across the room at their thrones. They stood, greeting guests and overseeing the event, and she could tell by the expressions on their faces as they spoke to a handsome couple that they were discussing politics.
This was a good thing. It meant they wouldn't notice her as she left. She'd been inching her way back from the hubbub for the last half hour. She'd feigned interest in various imported valuables, talked to a young courtesan who seemed more interested in her dress designer than an actual conversation, and eaten so many of the tiny treats being paraded by servants that she didn't think she'd be able to stomach dinner.
But all this meant she had made her way to one of the halls that led from the main court. And now, she could leave. With a look both ways, she winked at the guards at the doorway, and slipped backwards around the corner. The hall itself was clear, since there was no direct access to the outer regions from here.
Her plan revolved around her conscious decision earlier to "forget" her tiara with the rest of the family's more valuable items. Out of sight now, she wasted no time in rushing for the crown. The faster she retrieved it, the faster she could get back to her own pursuits.
Now, she could retrieve it and do as she pleased, and if anyone found her missing, she could say she'd gone to fetch it.
Which is how she pushed open the heavy oak door to the collection and marched inside only to find a darkly-dressed individual quietly pocketing her family's valuables. She stopped, frozen in surprise for half a second. The window installed overhead was missing, and stars twinkled softly down through the opening.
Then her eyes fell on what he held. The familiar glint of her tiara, halfway shoved into a dark pouch. She looked from him to her tiara, and back.
She lifted her hand, and a glimmering barrier appeared in the space that had once held a window, blocking his escape. Then, she folded her arms.
"You're not supposed to be here."
Chandeliers made of crystal and silver blazed above her, illuminating the vaulted ceiling and the marble hall below it for the festivities. Ellyra stood near one end of the long hall, dressed in one of the many fine gowns tailored specifically for the occasion. It was a terrible waste when she had dresses already, but apparently, wearing the same gown twice to the same yearly event was a major faux pas.
Before her, the hall was littered with ornate stands holding even more ornate and valuable items. Everything from gemstones of unusual size, ancient relics, works of immense craftmanship, and even paintings done by the most famous artists in the kingdom. There was an entire section dedicated to the past crowns of the royal line. The family had occupied the thrown for countless generations, and each new monarch required the fashioning of a new crown. Each was unique, and made specifically to fit its owner.
Nobles and foreign delegates from all over bustled about the room, voices echoing softly off the marble. Musicians played from a raised platform set along the middle of the left wall. Seven or so singers, and various instrument players provided music for the event. The blond half-elf eyed the guests with some emotion between reluctance and boredom.
Ellyra fidgeted with the cuff of her sleeve, wishing the tailor had applied less gems to it. It was beautiful, yes. The flowing, airy white sleeves were gathered and caught up in the delicate silver-gray cuffs set with some clear gem. The skirt itself was long, tailored to hang just above the ground. The bodice was a starry pattern of silver and blue over a gauzy white blouse designed with a choker-like collar that matched the sleeve cuffs and fastened in the back with satin laces. Runic patterns were embroidered in silver threat along the edges of the bodice, symbolizing their family's vast access to magic.
But she didn't really have time for that. Her window of opportunity would close shortly. She had to act soon.
Her father and mother, the reigning monarchs, were across the room at their thrones. They stood, greeting guests and overseeing the event, and she could tell by the expressions on their faces as they spoke to a handsome couple that they were discussing politics.
This was a good thing. It meant they wouldn't notice her as she left. She'd been inching her way back from the hubbub for the last half hour. She'd feigned interest in various imported valuables, talked to a young courtesan who seemed more interested in her dress designer than an actual conversation, and eaten so many of the tiny treats being paraded by servants that she didn't think she'd be able to stomach dinner.
But all this meant she had made her way to one of the halls that led from the main court. And now, she could leave. With a look both ways, she winked at the guards at the doorway, and slipped backwards around the corner. The hall itself was clear, since there was no direct access to the outer regions from here.
Her plan revolved around her conscious decision earlier to "forget" her tiara with the rest of the family's more valuable items. Out of sight now, she wasted no time in rushing for the crown. The faster she retrieved it, the faster she could get back to her own pursuits.
Now, she could retrieve it and do as she pleased, and if anyone found her missing, she could say she'd gone to fetch it.
Which is how she pushed open the heavy oak door to the collection and marched inside only to find a darkly-dressed individual quietly pocketing her family's valuables. She stopped, frozen in surprise for half a second. The window installed overhead was missing, and stars twinkled softly down through the opening.
Then her eyes fell on what he held. The familiar glint of her tiara, halfway shoved into a dark pouch. She looked from him to her tiara, and back.
She lifted her hand, and a glimmering barrier appeared in the space that had once held a window, blocking his escape. Then, she folded her arms.
"You're not supposed to be here."
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If you have ideas of your own, bring them. I love to brainstorm.
I look forward to planning with you soon!
