DeerPrince
lulu
Hey guys! Welcome to my humble little partner search~
I'm finally back after taking roughly a two year hiatus (on and off) simply because college and life in general got the best of me. I'm really trying to get back into the swing of writing and developing my own writing skills, and so I'm really hoping to find a long-term partner!
Before we get in to the nitty gritty of everything I'll give you a little bit of boring information about my mundane self, lol, so you can see if we are compatible partners, that way I don't waste your time if we aren't c:
A little bit about me;
↝ I am currently in college, which means I'm 18+. I really don't care too much about ages so long as I like your writing and you're able to handle dark and mature themes. I have no triggers, but what that being said, as long as we stay on site, all RPN rules apply.
↝ I'm a Industrial Engineering major, so as one can imagine, I'll be quite busy once the academic year starts. However, I will always try my best not to ghost you and will let you know if I'm going to disappear from the face of the earth for a little while simply because I hate being ghosted on. It makes me really sad and my imagination run wild TT^TT. But there will be times when I do suddenly disappear and I sincerely apologize for that. If I haven't responded for a month without a warning, it most likely means I've been killed from finals, lol.
↝ I'm very flexible as a roleplayer. Deep down, I love quick and fast responses, but realistically it just doesn't always happen. At the moment, I can churn out at least a reply a day to one every other day because I do have more time from the whole coronavirus fiasco. Honestly, the more motivated I am about our roleplay, the fast I'm going to reply.
↝ I'm able to play both male or female, though I generally try to stay away from non-binary/androgynous characters simply because I don't know enough about it and can't relate enough (so I'm too anxious about offending someone or butchering the concept, aha). I almost always do MxF pairings, but am willing to explore MxM. I still haven't warmed up the idea of fxf, so I think that's a no go for me. Nothing against it, it's just hard for me to relate to the characters and the plot, and doesn't grasp my interest.
↝ I really don't double for the sake of doubling because I tend to find myself completely washed out. I like focusing on one main character, and can play a couple side characters and NPCs.
↝ I also quite like fleshing out the plot. I like knowing the skeleton of what's going to happen. We don't have to discuss everything, but just have a strong, general gist of what's going to happen.
↝ Perhaps it's because I'll be alone forever, I am very much a hopeless romantic. Anything and everything that we do should have at least a sub-genre of romance or else it's hard for me to stick around. Platonic pairings don't keep me interested for too long, aha. Of course, I don't want anything instant or such. I love the slow burn of romance and naturally developing their emotions as well as their characters.
↝ I always, always, roleplay in third person, past tense and expect you to do the same. My responses tend to average out to about 600-2000 words, though I can go above that as well as dip below that. It really boils down to mirroring my partner. The more my partner gives, the more I tend to write :-)
↝ The genres that I'm really into are: Romance, Sci-Fi/Utopia/Dystopia, Historical, Slice of Life, and Angst (I understand this ain't a genre, but I love it anyways, lol).
↝ Genres that I might be persuaded to do if there's a really good plot: Fantasy, Adventure, and Mystery.
↝ Genres I will not do: Furries, smut (at least not on site c; ), Horror, Thriller.
*If we decide to do a fandom roleplay, we would be using OCs.
What I'm looking for;
Now we're getting to the fun stuff ^-^
*Please know that this is not going to be a first come, first serve basis.*
↝ I am looking for a partner that is semi to advanced lit in terms of writing nice, detailed posts that can get the English stickler within me excited. I understand when we get writer's block and such, and I'm not asking for a novella, but just something good to work with. I want someone who's confident within their own writing abilities and has a strong grasp of grammar, diction, and syntax. I promise, despite these requirements I'm really not a scary person, aha. It doesn't necessarily have to be long in length as I believe in quality over quantity. I've done many wonderful and exciting roleplays where posts were packed, but under 300 words.
↝ I really would like someone flexible. For a lot of my roleplays, I've been playing male because I can't find a partner who's willing to play a different gender. I understand we all have preferences, and such, but I just want someone to be open minded. While I do prefer playing males, a little change in scenery is nice, because doing the same thing over and over again does get a little tiring and sometimes zaps the fun out of things.
↝ I really don't care about your age. You can be 12 or 42. To me, it's your personality (said every tinder date ever) and writing abilities that matter the most ^-^
↝ This is a big one, and often times a deal breaker for me, personally. No matter what roleplay we do, please, please, please, do your research. There is nothing that irks me more than doing a completely unrealistic roleplay. It doesn't have to be much, but just brush up on some of the basic details. For instance, if we do a roleplay on the Civil War or the French Revolution, just know the basics of the event and time period. You don't have to go crazy, just have a little prior knowledge or else you'll make this bean very sad.
↝ I'm definitely ditch friendly~ As long as you tell me, everything will be all good and dandy. It just makes me very sad when someone leaves without saying a word, because often times, I'll be really into the roleply and waiting for a response that will never come T^T.
↝ When you PM me, please provide a sample c: Other than that, I think we're good! Thank you for sticking with me if I haven't bored you yet, aha. Tell me your favorite book or movie if you've come this far!
↝This is my own sample:
plots!
As of right now, I only have plot ideas rather than full fledged things ^-^
↳ Kiss of Deception: A girl or princess is in hiding for some sort of reason, and begins working as a tavern maid. From there she meets a strange traveler that is set out to capture her for a different kingdom that her home is at war with. This kingdom is seen as a land of savages, and the girl is kidnapped. However, the longer she stays, the more she uncovers about this relatively unknown kingdom. I know this is super vague, but I promise we can flesh this out lmao. (Not super interested in this at the moment.)
↳ Conflicts of the Heart: Set in World War II, a German family takes in a Jewish family for hiding. The Jewish family has a daughter while the German family has a son around the same age. Each night, after dinner, the German boy delivers a book through the attic for the girl to read, and little by little the two begin talking more and more often, eventually falling in love. However, when the time comes, the boy must leave for conscription, and soon after the Jewish family is bested by neighbors. The boy and girl meet years later, however one has become a Nazi and the other a prisoner. This would be extremely sensitive and potentially very graphic (still within site rules). Really interested in this one right now!
↳ Wither: (Based on the book) Set in a dystopian world where genetics are supposed to be perfect, the first generation lives happily to old age free of maladies, however their children are nothing more than ticking time bombs. The men die at the age of 25, and girls at the age of 20. In mass hysteria, children are married off young in the hopes of keeping the world populated while doctors and the first generation race to find a cure. This would be the story of arranged newly weds. **Also craving~
↳ The Afterlife: (HMU if you're interested in this, because this was an idea developed with another roleplay, though it was eventually dropped. I've been super interested in it, and have a lot more plot details.) Set in some sort of historical time period, Muse A is a otherworldly being, and is cursed to be the ambassador of his people for the people on earth. He meets a human girl, Muse B, and slowly finds himself falling head over heels for her. However the Gods curse Muse A and with every word spoken, he must kill her that many times. Over and over, Muse A kills the reincarnation of the girl he loves most. Given a chance, he is able to travel to Hell to break the curse only if he and Muse B get through seven labors. Okay so that's an absolutely terrible synopsis and there are a lot more beautiful details that if I listed here would go on forever, as it was a really fleshed out idea. Definitely PM me for more details ^^
↳ Secret Garden: A girl is sent off to live with a distant Uncle whom she has only rarely met. All she knows is that his wife died recently. The home is lonely and the girl wanders off one night and discovers a secret garden, but she is found out by a servant. This would be a tale of a girl of high breeding falling in love with a servant, again this is the barebones of the plot.
↳ King's Maker: (Based on the Webtoon) An illegitimate son (or daughter) finds his way back to the Kingdom after a series of unfortunate events and proclaims his royal heritage in the middle of a bustling town right outside the palace. After years of searching for this said son, the King takes him in, though not all is as it seems on the surface. The King is corrupt and the kingdom is no longer profiting or what it used to be. The young prince is but a child jaded by anger and one that still holds the habits of a peasant. However, one of the King's Children takes notice of him, and together, he begins to teach the young prince manners befitting a royal. Their goal is to overthrow the King together. (The prince can also be a princess depending if we want this to be mxm or fxm.) **really interested, I'll love you forever if you do this one with me.
↳ Summer Fling: Their relationship started in the summer. A young couple intoxicated by love and infatuation spend each hour together, legs entwined in the cool sand by the beach, eyes illuminated by the crackle of dying embers in the bonfire, or lazy mornings spent laying together in bed. They are convinced that they are utterly, and truly in love. That they are soul mates, starcrossed lovers destined to be together forever. When they propose the idea to marry (ha, get it?? It's a pun) to their parents, both families strong reject, and so the young couple makes a run for it. They get married in the middle of the night and jump from motel to motel until they realize funds are beginning to run out. Settling into a cheap and small apartment, they begin their life together only to find that marriage isn't exactly what they thought it would be. Quickly, with the pressure of meeting bills and taxes, their marriage begins to shatter at the weight and now they must figure out how to keep themselves together.
↳ Whispers of the Heart: A girl and boy meet unexpectedly and at first, perhaps don't get along, or they do, and spend most of their time teasing each other. After sometime, they develop a mutual friendship before falling in love with each other. Only their paths divert after high school and they're forced to go their separate ways. The plot would be about how they stayed in touch/continued their relationship. Honestly I'm terrible at plot synopsis(i??? is that the plural??? Synopsi??) if you haven't noticed and this is really just your run of the mill romance.
↳ I adore anything with court intrigue and tension as well as Victorian era Europe. This plot section is a mess lmao, I'm so sorry.
↳ No more creative names oops: Either a nuclear war or disease wipes out most of humanity with only a few survivors to tough a cruel world. Two survivors somehow meet and are forced to try and trump their odds.
↳ Feel free to suggest any other plots you might have in mind ^^
Word bank;
|romance||sick||angst||victorian-era||wwII||vampires||childhood friends||tokyo ghoul||forbidden love||dark||slice of life||dystopian||post-apocalyptic|
If you actually made it to the end of this post, bless your souls and patience, lol.
I'm finally back after taking roughly a two year hiatus (on and off) simply because college and life in general got the best of me. I'm really trying to get back into the swing of writing and developing my own writing skills, and so I'm really hoping to find a long-term partner!
Before we get in to the nitty gritty of everything I'll give you a little bit of boring information about my mundane self, lol, so you can see if we are compatible partners, that way I don't waste your time if we aren't c:
A little bit about me;
↝ I am currently in college, which means I'm 18+. I really don't care too much about ages so long as I like your writing and you're able to handle dark and mature themes. I have no triggers, but what that being said, as long as we stay on site, all RPN rules apply.
↝ I'm a Industrial Engineering major, so as one can imagine, I'll be quite busy once the academic year starts. However, I will always try my best not to ghost you and will let you know if I'm going to disappear from the face of the earth for a little while simply because I hate being ghosted on. It makes me really sad and my imagination run wild TT^TT. But there will be times when I do suddenly disappear and I sincerely apologize for that. If I haven't responded for a month without a warning, it most likely means I've been killed from finals, lol.
↝ I'm very flexible as a roleplayer. Deep down, I love quick and fast responses, but realistically it just doesn't always happen. At the moment, I can churn out at least a reply a day to one every other day because I do have more time from the whole coronavirus fiasco. Honestly, the more motivated I am about our roleplay, the fast I'm going to reply.
↝ I'm able to play both male or female, though I generally try to stay away from non-binary/androgynous characters simply because I don't know enough about it and can't relate enough (so I'm too anxious about offending someone or butchering the concept, aha). I almost always do MxF pairings, but am willing to explore MxM. I still haven't warmed up the idea of fxf, so I think that's a no go for me. Nothing against it, it's just hard for me to relate to the characters and the plot, and doesn't grasp my interest.
↝ I really don't double for the sake of doubling because I tend to find myself completely washed out. I like focusing on one main character, and can play a couple side characters and NPCs.
↝ I also quite like fleshing out the plot. I like knowing the skeleton of what's going to happen. We don't have to discuss everything, but just have a strong, general gist of what's going to happen.
↝ Perhaps it's because I'll be alone forever, I am very much a hopeless romantic. Anything and everything that we do should have at least a sub-genre of romance or else it's hard for me to stick around. Platonic pairings don't keep me interested for too long, aha. Of course, I don't want anything instant or such. I love the slow burn of romance and naturally developing their emotions as well as their characters.
↝ I always, always, roleplay in third person, past tense and expect you to do the same. My responses tend to average out to about 600-2000 words, though I can go above that as well as dip below that. It really boils down to mirroring my partner. The more my partner gives, the more I tend to write :-)
↝ The genres that I'm really into are: Romance, Sci-Fi/Utopia/Dystopia, Historical, Slice of Life, and Angst (I understand this ain't a genre, but I love it anyways, lol).
↝ Genres that I might be persuaded to do if there's a really good plot: Fantasy, Adventure, and Mystery.
↝ Genres I will not do: Furries, smut (at least not on site c; ), Horror, Thriller.
*If we decide to do a fandom roleplay, we would be using OCs.
What I'm looking for;
Now we're getting to the fun stuff ^-^
*Please know that this is not going to be a first come, first serve basis.*
↝ I am looking for a partner that is semi to advanced lit in terms of writing nice, detailed posts that can get the English stickler within me excited. I understand when we get writer's block and such, and I'm not asking for a novella, but just something good to work with. I want someone who's confident within their own writing abilities and has a strong grasp of grammar, diction, and syntax. I promise, despite these requirements I'm really not a scary person, aha. It doesn't necessarily have to be long in length as I believe in quality over quantity. I've done many wonderful and exciting roleplays where posts were packed, but under 300 words.
↝ I really would like someone flexible. For a lot of my roleplays, I've been playing male because I can't find a partner who's willing to play a different gender. I understand we all have preferences, and such, but I just want someone to be open minded. While I do prefer playing males, a little change in scenery is nice, because doing the same thing over and over again does get a little tiring and sometimes zaps the fun out of things.
↝ I really don't care about your age. You can be 12 or 42. To me, it's your personality (said every tinder date ever) and writing abilities that matter the most ^-^
↝ This is a big one, and often times a deal breaker for me, personally. No matter what roleplay we do, please, please, please, do your research. There is nothing that irks me more than doing a completely unrealistic roleplay. It doesn't have to be much, but just brush up on some of the basic details. For instance, if we do a roleplay on the Civil War or the French Revolution, just know the basics of the event and time period. You don't have to go crazy, just have a little prior knowledge or else you'll make this bean very sad.
↝ I'm definitely ditch friendly~ As long as you tell me, everything will be all good and dandy. It just makes me very sad when someone leaves without saying a word, because often times, I'll be really into the roleply and waiting for a response that will never come T^T.
↝ When you PM me, please provide a sample c: Other than that, I think we're good! Thank you for sticking with me if I haven't bored you yet, aha. Tell me your favorite book or movie if you've come this far!
↝This is my own sample:
Aurelia Carena Paige had been named after a constellation. Her father had been a dreamer, a man born into the wrong place at the wrong time. She had been named after the bright celestial bodies that people had turned to for guidance in the past. Bright and pure. Forever a constant. That was what her father had wanted her to be. Before he had up and burned for his beloved books, anyway. Before he burned for the things he adored the most in his life. Something that he believed was worth dying for. Her father had been a respectable man, if not a little bit on the eccentric side, but he had had a kind heart, and John had been so genuine, a trait near extinct in their structured, controlled world. Such a word had ceased to exist even in conversations.
The government had created a thick tangle of lies, a web of illusions, enticing like the beauty of a silky, holographic web of a spider. Yet, too close, and you would become stuck, trapped, and the more you struggled, the further you fell. That was their society: quick sand. The moment you spoke out against it, the spider would leap, sinking its fangs into its struggling prey, ultimately silencing it. But such an allusion was fragile. A single swipe could tear the whole thing down, no matter how intricately beautiful on the outside. Eventually the wind would blow too hard and the whole establishment would go toppling down with it.
This society was too perfect. It left room for no mistakes, simply it was beautifully ugly cover that everyone followed like a herd of sheep. But it was much easier to follow a group than it was to break out into the unknown by yourself. And why should you? This lifestyle had nothing for you to complain about it you were beautiful and healthy. Such a society did not make room for mistakes, If it didn't pertain to the specified person, why should they have to care? As far as everyone else was concerned, she was useless and served to only burden society. Failures like her were tucked away from the beautiful eye, like the plucked thorns of a rose. She didn't belong in a beautiful utopian society.
At birth, everything had seemed perfectly normal. Aurelia had been born a healthy child, and the apple of her father's eye, considering her own mother didn't have many interests outside of watching her television. But it wasn't until she turned one that her parents started noticing her differences. That was when her mother completely began to neglect her, leaving her care solely to her father, who was more than happy to oblige. And for the most part, her childhood was a happy one, spent with her beloved father underneath the starry skies, him teaching the little girl all the different constellations, telling her bed time stories tucking her to bed while Aurelia's mother remained transfixed on watching her walls. But Raya and her father hadn't minded. They had gone out on their little adventures, her father telling her stories of better days, of the time he had left the country and saw the real world. And all these beautiful, wondrous books. Little pieces of paper with words scrawled across them that held whole worlds inside, spoke of a different life. Inside these fables lived every monster of your imagination, every character of your dreams. A beautiful escape. The very things that were outlawed in her life.
Then, when Aurelia had turned six, she had fallen sick, and for that year, her condition had worsened rapidly, leaving her unable to walk. Reducing her to a mere helpless state. A state that her mother ignored her in, refusing to accept this failure of a daughter. But her father, her beloved father, had stayed faithfully by her side the whole time at the hospital without a single complaint. No, the whole time, he had spoken of greater worlds, made up stories that he whispered into her ear, taking delight in her daughter's giggles before lulling her to a sleep. He had been the one to wheel her out of the hospital in a wheel chair. Still, he included her on their weekly adventures, taking her for a stroll down the river, ignoring the looks on everyone else's faith. To him, she had been beautifully perfect. Her father had never let on that she had been different; that she was the source of her mother's embarrassment and humiliation.
Despite all her father had done, his curiosity had been his ultimate demise. On Christmas eve, when the little girl had just turned eight, her father had been found out. This whole time, there had been shelves and shelves of books stored in their attic, snuck underneath their very noses. Even as the firemen had made their way over to their small home, he was proud to have owned these books. In their very last moments, John had pressed a tiny rendition of one of his daughter's favorite fairy tales, a worn out hard cover book with painted gold edges, into her hands, telling her to keep it hidden from grasp.
That cold winter night, her father had burned in a fiery blaze, along with his beloved books. And a part of her had burned alongside with him. From then on, the female was left to fend for herself. And without her father's protective bubble, it became quickly evident how much her mother hated her, and how much the world did too. What made it worse was that she had experienced a parent's unconditional love. Had had a fleeting taste of it. Now, her mother all but ignored her, and the world stared down at her, either ignoring her or beating her. Before, Aurelia's father had been there by her side, she hadn't been alone, and there had been someone to make up for the rest of the world.
Over the years, Aurelia learned to put up a front for people, an air that she didn't care, and perhaps, after a little bit she would believe it. Her days dragged by with the urgency of a snail. The days blurred together in this small sub-urban town, each day trailing its heels into the other. School was hell, the students teaming up to pick on her, adults sneering when she had to ask them for room in elevators or cars. What was so bad about being different? Were they in a society where everyone blended together? What was the fun in that? Essentially, they were all characters in a book, each fulfilling only the roll they were assigned and nothing more.
What made books so bad? Her father had told her of countries that learned from books, that encouraged others to write, and freely discussed them. To her black and white society, that was nothing more than a far away fantasy. Here, life was dictated by the structured rigidity of governmental laws. Nothing more, nothing less.
Her father's favorite quote, and the last message he had written for her in his book had been, "you are only born with one spark of madness. You mustn't lose it." And, Aurelia was afraid she had already lost it. Perhaps she had done her job a little too much, faking her way through the days, numbing herself through the pain. Hiding behind her mask.
When she had turned eighteen, the young woman had moved out into her own tiny apartment without a single television in it, leaving her mother behind, eyes glued to the screen. She was sure her mother wouldn't even notice her only child's disappearance. It was as if they had all already died, and were simply waiting for the grim reaper to take them away. What was so entertaining about a television anyway? The young woman couldn't understand their infatuation. What was there to watch every single day? The same thing? Even their shows were regulated. Each day was exactly the same, you got up in the morning, reported to your work, and then you came home, watched the wall before going to sleep. It was as if their society had become addicted to regulations, and couldn't think for themselves. As if they were all mindless zombies.
Rubbing at her cerulean blue eyes, the young woman sat up, eyes groggy with sleep. This would be another day, the one monotonous to yesterday. Pulling her legs up after her, she shifted over to her wheelchair with the elusive grace of someone who could only have earned through practice. She would have to report to work in an hour to begin yesterday, and the day before that, and a life before that. The young woman wheeled herself to the bathroom, navigating the tiny apartment blindly. Brushing through her thick blonde hair, she tied it back with a thick, dark ribbon, pulling it out of her face so it wouldn't interfere with her work.
During the day, she worked as a seamstress in a factory, one of the lowest paying jobs, hunched over fabric every single day for long hours. Aurelia had long learned her place in this ruthless society. Those who looked different, were different, were instantly singled out because no one wanted to acknowledge the differences, that perhaps, they were the ones lacking. This was easier.
It wasn't that Aurelia minded the nature of her job. It was quite soothing, actually, seeing the different vibrant tones of strings weaved together to create a pattern, the gentle sounds of pulling and pushing a thin needle up and underneath the fabric, but her life was incredibly boring. She refused to accept that this was what she would do for the rest of her life. There was nothing in this world for her. At eighteen, everyone got assigned their life long partners, but because she was disabled, she wasn't fit for such a thing, thus guaranteeing her to a life of loneliness. All she was was a waste of breath.
When work was over, they all poured out of the crammed factory like headless flies to go home and watch television and go to sleep. However Aurelia enjoyed wandering until the dark settled in. Normally, she would just sit outside and stare at the birds, how free they were to spread their wings and simply take off, the wind underneath their wings to carry them away from their problems. How easily they could escape. She was nothing more than a nightingale locked inside a cage, unable to take off, and unable to sing. This was her life. The life her father hadn't wanted, and had so desperately tried to get his daughter out of.
Inhaling the sweet scent of autumn, the world awash with the variegated hues of yellows, reds, and oranges, almost like the canvas of a painting, Aurelia pushed herself along the streets, trying her best to keep her head down, ignoring the stares of others, the jeers, the mocking comments. But it was different today. The cool crisp air held the tone of smoke, and in their society, smoke could only mean that more books were burning.
By the time the young woman had made it to the scene, the fire had already been put out, leaving behind only scorched paper. The last evidence of what had been books. A long time ago, her father had mentioned that firefighters put out fires to save people's lives, they didn't start fires to burn words. But it didn't matter now, because Aurelia knew no other life than the one, if it could even be called that, now.
Their lives were enhanced by all this new technology, new luxuries, yet they lacked fundamental human processes. Everything was formulated to the perfect T that left no room for error.
All that was left of someone's beautiful, lyrical time and effort was scorched, blackened paper underneath her feet, the girl's slim fingers leaving the cold steel of her wheelchair to brush against the pages that still remained, her fingers coming back dusted in charcoal.
The cool wind rustled, blowing at her loose white blouse, carrying the sweet scent of grass and the musty smell of leaves, tugging at her hair, her dark ribbon pulling loose and flying into the span of vast blue sky, in a wild waltz with the wind, the female's long hair cascading down her narrow shoulders.
"Have you ever even read a book?" She murmured quietly, tilting her head upwards to stare at one last firefighter there, her gaze unwavering and unflinching in their vindication. Firefighter's were no better than murders. They had killed her own father without batting a single eye, for the sole purpose of mindlessly completing an order. Punishing a man whose sole crime was owning pieces of paper with words stitched together.
The government had created a thick tangle of lies, a web of illusions, enticing like the beauty of a silky, holographic web of a spider. Yet, too close, and you would become stuck, trapped, and the more you struggled, the further you fell. That was their society: quick sand. The moment you spoke out against it, the spider would leap, sinking its fangs into its struggling prey, ultimately silencing it. But such an allusion was fragile. A single swipe could tear the whole thing down, no matter how intricately beautiful on the outside. Eventually the wind would blow too hard and the whole establishment would go toppling down with it.
This society was too perfect. It left room for no mistakes, simply it was beautifully ugly cover that everyone followed like a herd of sheep. But it was much easier to follow a group than it was to break out into the unknown by yourself. And why should you? This lifestyle had nothing for you to complain about it you were beautiful and healthy. Such a society did not make room for mistakes, If it didn't pertain to the specified person, why should they have to care? As far as everyone else was concerned, she was useless and served to only burden society. Failures like her were tucked away from the beautiful eye, like the plucked thorns of a rose. She didn't belong in a beautiful utopian society.
At birth, everything had seemed perfectly normal. Aurelia had been born a healthy child, and the apple of her father's eye, considering her own mother didn't have many interests outside of watching her television. But it wasn't until she turned one that her parents started noticing her differences. That was when her mother completely began to neglect her, leaving her care solely to her father, who was more than happy to oblige. And for the most part, her childhood was a happy one, spent with her beloved father underneath the starry skies, him teaching the little girl all the different constellations, telling her bed time stories tucking her to bed while Aurelia's mother remained transfixed on watching her walls. But Raya and her father hadn't minded. They had gone out on their little adventures, her father telling her stories of better days, of the time he had left the country and saw the real world. And all these beautiful, wondrous books. Little pieces of paper with words scrawled across them that held whole worlds inside, spoke of a different life. Inside these fables lived every monster of your imagination, every character of your dreams. A beautiful escape. The very things that were outlawed in her life.
Then, when Aurelia had turned six, she had fallen sick, and for that year, her condition had worsened rapidly, leaving her unable to walk. Reducing her to a mere helpless state. A state that her mother ignored her in, refusing to accept this failure of a daughter. But her father, her beloved father, had stayed faithfully by her side the whole time at the hospital without a single complaint. No, the whole time, he had spoken of greater worlds, made up stories that he whispered into her ear, taking delight in her daughter's giggles before lulling her to a sleep. He had been the one to wheel her out of the hospital in a wheel chair. Still, he included her on their weekly adventures, taking her for a stroll down the river, ignoring the looks on everyone else's faith. To him, she had been beautifully perfect. Her father had never let on that she had been different; that she was the source of her mother's embarrassment and humiliation.
Despite all her father had done, his curiosity had been his ultimate demise. On Christmas eve, when the little girl had just turned eight, her father had been found out. This whole time, there had been shelves and shelves of books stored in their attic, snuck underneath their very noses. Even as the firemen had made their way over to their small home, he was proud to have owned these books. In their very last moments, John had pressed a tiny rendition of one of his daughter's favorite fairy tales, a worn out hard cover book with painted gold edges, into her hands, telling her to keep it hidden from grasp.
That cold winter night, her father had burned in a fiery blaze, along with his beloved books. And a part of her had burned alongside with him. From then on, the female was left to fend for herself. And without her father's protective bubble, it became quickly evident how much her mother hated her, and how much the world did too. What made it worse was that she had experienced a parent's unconditional love. Had had a fleeting taste of it. Now, her mother all but ignored her, and the world stared down at her, either ignoring her or beating her. Before, Aurelia's father had been there by her side, she hadn't been alone, and there had been someone to make up for the rest of the world.
Over the years, Aurelia learned to put up a front for people, an air that she didn't care, and perhaps, after a little bit she would believe it. Her days dragged by with the urgency of a snail. The days blurred together in this small sub-urban town, each day trailing its heels into the other. School was hell, the students teaming up to pick on her, adults sneering when she had to ask them for room in elevators or cars. What was so bad about being different? Were they in a society where everyone blended together? What was the fun in that? Essentially, they were all characters in a book, each fulfilling only the roll they were assigned and nothing more.
What made books so bad? Her father had told her of countries that learned from books, that encouraged others to write, and freely discussed them. To her black and white society, that was nothing more than a far away fantasy. Here, life was dictated by the structured rigidity of governmental laws. Nothing more, nothing less.
Her father's favorite quote, and the last message he had written for her in his book had been, "you are only born with one spark of madness. You mustn't lose it." And, Aurelia was afraid she had already lost it. Perhaps she had done her job a little too much, faking her way through the days, numbing herself through the pain. Hiding behind her mask.
When she had turned eighteen, the young woman had moved out into her own tiny apartment without a single television in it, leaving her mother behind, eyes glued to the screen. She was sure her mother wouldn't even notice her only child's disappearance. It was as if they had all already died, and were simply waiting for the grim reaper to take them away. What was so entertaining about a television anyway? The young woman couldn't understand their infatuation. What was there to watch every single day? The same thing? Even their shows were regulated. Each day was exactly the same, you got up in the morning, reported to your work, and then you came home, watched the wall before going to sleep. It was as if their society had become addicted to regulations, and couldn't think for themselves. As if they were all mindless zombies.
Rubbing at her cerulean blue eyes, the young woman sat up, eyes groggy with sleep. This would be another day, the one monotonous to yesterday. Pulling her legs up after her, she shifted over to her wheelchair with the elusive grace of someone who could only have earned through practice. She would have to report to work in an hour to begin yesterday, and the day before that, and a life before that. The young woman wheeled herself to the bathroom, navigating the tiny apartment blindly. Brushing through her thick blonde hair, she tied it back with a thick, dark ribbon, pulling it out of her face so it wouldn't interfere with her work.
During the day, she worked as a seamstress in a factory, one of the lowest paying jobs, hunched over fabric every single day for long hours. Aurelia had long learned her place in this ruthless society. Those who looked different, were different, were instantly singled out because no one wanted to acknowledge the differences, that perhaps, they were the ones lacking. This was easier.
It wasn't that Aurelia minded the nature of her job. It was quite soothing, actually, seeing the different vibrant tones of strings weaved together to create a pattern, the gentle sounds of pulling and pushing a thin needle up and underneath the fabric, but her life was incredibly boring. She refused to accept that this was what she would do for the rest of her life. There was nothing in this world for her. At eighteen, everyone got assigned their life long partners, but because she was disabled, she wasn't fit for such a thing, thus guaranteeing her to a life of loneliness. All she was was a waste of breath.
When work was over, they all poured out of the crammed factory like headless flies to go home and watch television and go to sleep. However Aurelia enjoyed wandering until the dark settled in. Normally, she would just sit outside and stare at the birds, how free they were to spread their wings and simply take off, the wind underneath their wings to carry them away from their problems. How easily they could escape. She was nothing more than a nightingale locked inside a cage, unable to take off, and unable to sing. This was her life. The life her father hadn't wanted, and had so desperately tried to get his daughter out of.
Inhaling the sweet scent of autumn, the world awash with the variegated hues of yellows, reds, and oranges, almost like the canvas of a painting, Aurelia pushed herself along the streets, trying her best to keep her head down, ignoring the stares of others, the jeers, the mocking comments. But it was different today. The cool crisp air held the tone of smoke, and in their society, smoke could only mean that more books were burning.
By the time the young woman had made it to the scene, the fire had already been put out, leaving behind only scorched paper. The last evidence of what had been books. A long time ago, her father had mentioned that firefighters put out fires to save people's lives, they didn't start fires to burn words. But it didn't matter now, because Aurelia knew no other life than the one, if it could even be called that, now.
Their lives were enhanced by all this new technology, new luxuries, yet they lacked fundamental human processes. Everything was formulated to the perfect T that left no room for error.
All that was left of someone's beautiful, lyrical time and effort was scorched, blackened paper underneath her feet, the girl's slim fingers leaving the cold steel of her wheelchair to brush against the pages that still remained, her fingers coming back dusted in charcoal.
The cool wind rustled, blowing at her loose white blouse, carrying the sweet scent of grass and the musty smell of leaves, tugging at her hair, her dark ribbon pulling loose and flying into the span of vast blue sky, in a wild waltz with the wind, the female's long hair cascading down her narrow shoulders.
"Have you ever even read a book?" She murmured quietly, tilting her head upwards to stare at one last firefighter there, her gaze unwavering and unflinching in their vindication. Firefighter's were no better than murders. They had killed her own father without batting a single eye, for the sole purpose of mindlessly completing an order. Punishing a man whose sole crime was owning pieces of paper with words stitched together.
plots!
As of right now, I only have plot ideas rather than full fledged things ^-^
↳ Kiss of Deception: A girl or princess is in hiding for some sort of reason, and begins working as a tavern maid. From there she meets a strange traveler that is set out to capture her for a different kingdom that her home is at war with. This kingdom is seen as a land of savages, and the girl is kidnapped. However, the longer she stays, the more she uncovers about this relatively unknown kingdom. I know this is super vague, but I promise we can flesh this out lmao. (Not super interested in this at the moment.)
↳ Conflicts of the Heart: Set in World War II, a German family takes in a Jewish family for hiding. The Jewish family has a daughter while the German family has a son around the same age. Each night, after dinner, the German boy delivers a book through the attic for the girl to read, and little by little the two begin talking more and more often, eventually falling in love. However, when the time comes, the boy must leave for conscription, and soon after the Jewish family is bested by neighbors. The boy and girl meet years later, however one has become a Nazi and the other a prisoner. This would be extremely sensitive and potentially very graphic (still within site rules). Really interested in this one right now!
↳ Wither: (Based on the book) Set in a dystopian world where genetics are supposed to be perfect, the first generation lives happily to old age free of maladies, however their children are nothing more than ticking time bombs. The men die at the age of 25, and girls at the age of 20. In mass hysteria, children are married off young in the hopes of keeping the world populated while doctors and the first generation race to find a cure. This would be the story of arranged newly weds. **Also craving~
↳ The Afterlife: (HMU if you're interested in this, because this was an idea developed with another roleplay, though it was eventually dropped. I've been super interested in it, and have a lot more plot details.) Set in some sort of historical time period, Muse A is a otherworldly being, and is cursed to be the ambassador of his people for the people on earth. He meets a human girl, Muse B, and slowly finds himself falling head over heels for her. However the Gods curse Muse A and with every word spoken, he must kill her that many times. Over and over, Muse A kills the reincarnation of the girl he loves most. Given a chance, he is able to travel to Hell to break the curse only if he and Muse B get through seven labors. Okay so that's an absolutely terrible synopsis and there are a lot more beautiful details that if I listed here would go on forever, as it was a really fleshed out idea. Definitely PM me for more details ^^
↳ Secret Garden: A girl is sent off to live with a distant Uncle whom she has only rarely met. All she knows is that his wife died recently. The home is lonely and the girl wanders off one night and discovers a secret garden, but she is found out by a servant. This would be a tale of a girl of high breeding falling in love with a servant, again this is the barebones of the plot.
↳ King's Maker: (Based on the Webtoon) An illegitimate son (or daughter) finds his way back to the Kingdom after a series of unfortunate events and proclaims his royal heritage in the middle of a bustling town right outside the palace. After years of searching for this said son, the King takes him in, though not all is as it seems on the surface. The King is corrupt and the kingdom is no longer profiting or what it used to be. The young prince is but a child jaded by anger and one that still holds the habits of a peasant. However, one of the King's Children takes notice of him, and together, he begins to teach the young prince manners befitting a royal. Their goal is to overthrow the King together. (The prince can also be a princess depending if we want this to be mxm or fxm.) **really interested, I'll love you forever if you do this one with me.
↳ Summer Fling: Their relationship started in the summer. A young couple intoxicated by love and infatuation spend each hour together, legs entwined in the cool sand by the beach, eyes illuminated by the crackle of dying embers in the bonfire, or lazy mornings spent laying together in bed. They are convinced that they are utterly, and truly in love. That they are soul mates, starcrossed lovers destined to be together forever. When they propose the idea to marry (ha, get it?? It's a pun) to their parents, both families strong reject, and so the young couple makes a run for it. They get married in the middle of the night and jump from motel to motel until they realize funds are beginning to run out. Settling into a cheap and small apartment, they begin their life together only to find that marriage isn't exactly what they thought it would be. Quickly, with the pressure of meeting bills and taxes, their marriage begins to shatter at the weight and now they must figure out how to keep themselves together.
↳ Whispers of the Heart: A girl and boy meet unexpectedly and at first, perhaps don't get along, or they do, and spend most of their time teasing each other. After sometime, they develop a mutual friendship before falling in love with each other. Only their paths divert after high school and they're forced to go their separate ways. The plot would be about how they stayed in touch/continued their relationship. Honestly I'm terrible at plot synopsis(i??? is that the plural??? Synopsi??) if you haven't noticed and this is really just your run of the mill romance.
↳ I adore anything with court intrigue and tension as well as Victorian era Europe. This plot section is a mess lmao, I'm so sorry.
↳ No more creative names oops: Either a nuclear war or disease wipes out most of humanity with only a few survivors to tough a cruel world. Two survivors somehow meet and are forced to try and trump their odds.
↳ Feel free to suggest any other plots you might have in mind ^^
Word bank;
|romance||sick||angst||victorian-era||wwII||vampires||childhood friends||tokyo ghoul||forbidden love||dark||slice of life||dystopian||post-apocalyptic|
If you actually made it to the end of this post, bless your souls and patience, lol.
