Mina Night
"Huston, we have a problem!"
READ THE RULES!
Rules.
1. I will not role-play with people who do not put any effort into their Rp. Too many times I posted in detail and got nothing but 2 to 3 small paragraphs in return. I enjoy detail, punctuation, grammar, a few typos here and there, fine, no one is perfect. Other than that, I will not role-play with people who do not put any effort in their posts. In my RP there is no limit on posting, the longer, the better. I will give some examples of how my posts are and I expect at least equal effort!
2. YOU MUST be 18 years or older, no exceptions. My RP usually has a lot of dark themes, violence, swearing, alcohol use, drugs, etc…
3. If you don’t like where the RP is going, TELL ME! Also tell me your favorite color when you pm me so I know you read my rules if you didn’t I will ignore you. I will have the same courtesy as you and will tell you if I don’t like where the plot is going.
4. I do everything from M x M, F x M and F X F as long as the plot is good I will do F X F again, if the plot is well thought out.
5. Plots. The point of RP is two people making a story so please don’t let me do all the plotting, throw in your Ideas, we work together. We will make a good story.
6. I do not like fleshing out every single detail, character wise or plot wise. I think the point for RP is getting to know the character in the RP have some mystery otherwise, it gets dull fast.
7. No one is perfect and characters should have flaws, weaknesses, vulnerability, a chance to die, character depth is a must.
That’s all the rules I have so onto the good stuff. Note: All the italic colored wording is the role I am craving, the ones with 2 stars are the pairs and roleplays I want to do. Like I said, if you don’t like the plots, we can flesh something else out.
I WILL KNOW if you haven't read the rules because there is a question between the lines and if you don't post the answer with the assign pairing you want to do I WILL NOT reply!
Pairings. The one with the "*" Are the ones I have plots for. The others we come up with something together.
Vampire x Nun/Priest (Whoever one of us wants to be the vampire)
Mother x Son’s best friend.
Married man x Next door neighbor, secretary, whatever.
Prostitute x Cop
Gladiator x Gladiator or slave
Stripper x client
Werewolf x human
Hunter x Any species **
Teacher x Student
Solider Survivor x Survivor (Thinking something apocalyptical for this one. Can be anything from Zombie outbreak to Mad max style theme to The Book of Eli)
Sociopath x Sociopath**
I am down with any kind of paring basically. So, if you have something you wanted to try don’t be afraid to ask the worse I can do is say no, right?
Rules.
1. I will not role-play with people who do not put any effort into their Rp. Too many times I posted in detail and got nothing but 2 to 3 small paragraphs in return. I enjoy detail, punctuation, grammar, a few typos here and there, fine, no one is perfect. Other than that, I will not role-play with people who do not put any effort in their posts. In my RP there is no limit on posting, the longer, the better. I will give some examples of how my posts are and I expect at least equal effort!
Death.You'd expect a being in a cloak, holding a scythe, quiet and swift like a fleeting shadow when the sun goes down but Death is more complex and closer to everyone then they know. Walking into a Cafe, ordering coffee or even working a simple job, bagging your groceries. The thing is, he's everyone. He's the person you want to see him as right up until you pass. Everyone has their time and no one cheats him, there are no miracles, no accidents. If it's your time, men, women, child, it's your time but what happens when the being most feared wants to learn how to be human?....what will happen when Death wants to live, normally?
Parasites, all of them feeding off of whatever they can, hanging on hope and love or fear and anger. Death watched as several nurses of The Saint Memorial Hospital rushed about, another Gunshot victim, another bug to squish. The monitors beeped, to death, it all seemed slow motion. Everything around him, slow. Time had no affect on him so time had no meaning. Death watched dressed in scrubs, the staff having no idea he was even there, waiting in the corner, his eyes focused like a hawk upon the helpless rat, "His heart-rate is dropping!" one of the nurses yelled. Death closed his eyes there was no saving this man. Did he know him? Of course. The man had a family, children, to society he was a functioning human being. To death, he was another fly to swat. Though, something inside him scraped the confines of his mind, gripping him. What was it about these flies did he find interesting. Not like he's been around since the beginning of time, he was. It was the simple fact that he was most compelled with, their feelings...
Their ability to hope when there was none, their ability to love, either it be selfish or selfless, it was always almost strong. The way they cried, feared, angered. To death, it was foreign to him like well, life. This so called curiosity came with one single human, someone he had met many years ago. Someone just as powerful but selfless, vunerable in a sense but he could feel the power flow from within him like a breaking dam. The man died for them, these creatures, he healed them, made the blind see and the crippled walk, brought the dead back to life. So much power and yet even when they spat on him, whipped his skin to the bone, he still held that feeling for love and hope, for them. That was the day Death began to wonder and when his time came, they spoke...."Why?" Death Asked, "Because, because I love them. They do not know what they do but they're strong and not like you think. Yes, some are beyond a hope, some give in and give up but some if you give them what they need, give them hope, give them something to live for. They do great things. You'll meet someone like this one day. Yes, even a being like you, death. You will learn that they are not all the same" those were his last words. They stuck like tar to Death....
"HE'S FADING!"
Death snapped out of his thoughts, "That's enough" Death whispered. Striding towards the side of the hospital bed, his cold green eyes watched over the man struggling to live. The florescent light of the surgery lamp flickered, they continued to do CPR, bring in blood, continued to try and bring this dying man back. Death admired the men and women who tried stop anyone's time from coming. For a moment, death even seemed hesitant. Until, he reached his hand over letting it touch the man's forehead, his vitals completely dropping.
"He's gone" The doctor sighed, rubbing his forearm against his sweaty forehead, "Announce time of death"
" 12 am" Death answered. Of course, the people around him couldn't hear. Death turned on his shoe heel, the scrubs completely fading from his form. Death was now adorned in a fine black suit, the cane tapping against the floor like a clock ticking. The head of the cane, a silver crow, wings spread out, it's eyes a red color. Cliche? it was his favorite bird and color. Death ran a hand through his jet black hair, smoothing it out. Another soul he had to guide to it's destination, another job done. Death walked down the hallway like a shadow to the wall, each step almost smooth with no single beat missing. Several always passed by him without notice, even despite his appearance. It was the way he wanted it. Something suddenly made the being stop mid-step, his head slightly turn sideways, green eyes narrowed in response, it was a pull, another job? No, something else. Death was drawn to it's direction a force like he never felt before. The scent was most certainly human, most certainly wanting to die or dying. Death never choose the method on how humans died nor did he bother ask why...it was always the same, sickness, murder, suicide or his favorite, accident. Death continued in the direction, the scent becoming stronger. Was this the one who was suppose to show him how? Was this the person the human on the Cross meant? ...
Parasites, all of them feeding off of whatever they can, hanging on hope and love or fear and anger. Death watched as several nurses of The Saint Memorial Hospital rushed about, another Gunshot victim, another bug to squish. The monitors beeped, to death, it all seemed slow motion. Everything around him, slow. Time had no affect on him so time had no meaning. Death watched dressed in scrubs, the staff having no idea he was even there, waiting in the corner, his eyes focused like a hawk upon the helpless rat, "His heart-rate is dropping!" one of the nurses yelled. Death closed his eyes there was no saving this man. Did he know him? Of course. The man had a family, children, to society he was a functioning human being. To death, he was another fly to swat. Though, something inside him scraped the confines of his mind, gripping him. What was it about these flies did he find interesting. Not like he's been around since the beginning of time, he was. It was the simple fact that he was most compelled with, their feelings...
Their ability to hope when there was none, their ability to love, either it be selfish or selfless, it was always almost strong. The way they cried, feared, angered. To death, it was foreign to him like well, life. This so called curiosity came with one single human, someone he had met many years ago. Someone just as powerful but selfless, vunerable in a sense but he could feel the power flow from within him like a breaking dam. The man died for them, these creatures, he healed them, made the blind see and the crippled walk, brought the dead back to life. So much power and yet even when they spat on him, whipped his skin to the bone, he still held that feeling for love and hope, for them. That was the day Death began to wonder and when his time came, they spoke...."Why?" Death Asked, "Because, because I love them. They do not know what they do but they're strong and not like you think. Yes, some are beyond a hope, some give in and give up but some if you give them what they need, give them hope, give them something to live for. They do great things. You'll meet someone like this one day. Yes, even a being like you, death. You will learn that they are not all the same" those were his last words. They stuck like tar to Death....
"HE'S FADING!"
Death snapped out of his thoughts, "That's enough" Death whispered. Striding towards the side of the hospital bed, his cold green eyes watched over the man struggling to live. The florescent light of the surgery lamp flickered, they continued to do CPR, bring in blood, continued to try and bring this dying man back. Death admired the men and women who tried stop anyone's time from coming. For a moment, death even seemed hesitant. Until, he reached his hand over letting it touch the man's forehead, his vitals completely dropping.
"He's gone" The doctor sighed, rubbing his forearm against his sweaty forehead, "Announce time of death"
" 12 am" Death answered. Of course, the people around him couldn't hear. Death turned on his shoe heel, the scrubs completely fading from his form. Death was now adorned in a fine black suit, the cane tapping against the floor like a clock ticking. The head of the cane, a silver crow, wings spread out, it's eyes a red color. Cliche? it was his favorite bird and color. Death ran a hand through his jet black hair, smoothing it out. Another soul he had to guide to it's destination, another job done. Death walked down the hallway like a shadow to the wall, each step almost smooth with no single beat missing. Several always passed by him without notice, even despite his appearance. It was the way he wanted it. Something suddenly made the being stop mid-step, his head slightly turn sideways, green eyes narrowed in response, it was a pull, another job? No, something else. Death was drawn to it's direction a force like he never felt before. The scent was most certainly human, most certainly wanting to die or dying. Death never choose the method on how humans died nor did he bother ask why...it was always the same, sickness, murder, suicide or his favorite, accident. Death continued in the direction, the scent becoming stronger. Was this the one who was suppose to show him how? Was this the person the human on the Cross meant? ...
~ Prison Games~
The Government isn't what we all know but a lot of people already knew that, didn't they? Within the Capital of DC the new President announced a state of emergency. Prisons from all over the world were over-populated. Nations gathered within the Pentagon trying to come up with any solutions, for days the arguments went back and fourth as every nation stated their opinion. They just couldn't feed and keep the criminals within their prisons no longer. Some proposed they just get rid of them but again, how much money would that cost them? It was all about money. They needed a way to get rid of hundreds of criminals locked up in their prisons and no one was coming up with any solutions. The President was at a loss as well until one man stood up. The Russian President,
"I have solution. You may not like it Mr President but no one else is coming up with any better. It would save us some money and it might be just as entertaining to us. The games. Hear me out, we set the most dangerous criminals in our prison system and place them on The Island of Feriea where the old city use to stand. Let the creatures kill them or let them kill each other. If one is left standing, we simply set them free with a nice wad of cash, 10 million dollars."
Several of the politicians quickly stood up yelling erupted within the establishment as some agreed with the Idea others thinking it barbaric. "10 million dollars and freedom!? Mr President you can't be seriously considering this? They're criminals, those men are in there for a reason and to give any of them freedom is out of the question!"
The Older Russian President chuckled, "Then you come up with something but we'll be in here for weeks. It would save us money and who said they will be completely free? My scientists made specialized chips we can install in each criminal we send there. If they tamper with these chips, it will be a quick death. The chip will remain within the winner, tracking their every movement. Even if they think about commiting another crime, the chip will respond, killing them. We can have these games every 2 years with the pot becoming smaller 9, 8, 7, 6....they won't care how much money they get as long as they're...free. Not as free as they think but just enough. We clean out the prisons, either way"
The President thought for a moment before finally standing up, "Let the Games Begin. Any nation that doesn't want to participate may leave the room. The ones staying, give us your worst criminals, we want to start this one with a bang, don't we?"
Several nations stood up and started to exit the room whispering under their breathe about the crazy Idea leaving only The President, The Russian Leader, and several others. All from different back-rounds. Each of them presented their criminals. The Russian Leader stood up motioning his hand to his assistant to present his own criminal. " May I introduce, Athos. Former Hit-man of the Russian mob and responsible for many politicians untimely deaths, including several other men we can't count. We didn't catch him but he simply... surrendered for what reason, we don't know. Among his former employers he was known as Baba Yaga (Yes I stole the name and fighting style from John Wick lol) in English terms, The boogey man" the man stated. The Representive soon passed the folder to the President a closed folder. Picking it up the President opened it, lifting an eyebrow. The man eyes were the first thing he noticed, they were a bright blue and almost shined with a sort of arrogance. The man's face was chiseled with a set of high cheek-bones and a jaw-line that looked like it could cut glass, his face was clear and white as snow. Upon his crown was a head of jet black hair. "Looks more like a runway model then a criminal, doesn't he?"
The Russian leader chuckled at his comment, "He killed several other inmates and you can imagine why so we had to detain him in a seperate cell away from the others in a maximum security prison. Been known to escape other prisons. So, that's where he is now."
The President slightly nodded and motioned his head for the next criminal to be presented...
The Government isn't what we all know but a lot of people already knew that, didn't they? Within the Capital of DC the new President announced a state of emergency. Prisons from all over the world were over-populated. Nations gathered within the Pentagon trying to come up with any solutions, for days the arguments went back and fourth as every nation stated their opinion. They just couldn't feed and keep the criminals within their prisons no longer. Some proposed they just get rid of them but again, how much money would that cost them? It was all about money. They needed a way to get rid of hundreds of criminals locked up in their prisons and no one was coming up with any solutions. The President was at a loss as well until one man stood up. The Russian President,
"I have solution. You may not like it Mr President but no one else is coming up with any better. It would save us some money and it might be just as entertaining to us. The games. Hear me out, we set the most dangerous criminals in our prison system and place them on The Island of Feriea where the old city use to stand. Let the creatures kill them or let them kill each other. If one is left standing, we simply set them free with a nice wad of cash, 10 million dollars."
Several of the politicians quickly stood up yelling erupted within the establishment as some agreed with the Idea others thinking it barbaric. "10 million dollars and freedom!? Mr President you can't be seriously considering this? They're criminals, those men are in there for a reason and to give any of them freedom is out of the question!"
The Older Russian President chuckled, "Then you come up with something but we'll be in here for weeks. It would save us money and who said they will be completely free? My scientists made specialized chips we can install in each criminal we send there. If they tamper with these chips, it will be a quick death. The chip will remain within the winner, tracking their every movement. Even if they think about commiting another crime, the chip will respond, killing them. We can have these games every 2 years with the pot becoming smaller 9, 8, 7, 6....they won't care how much money they get as long as they're...free. Not as free as they think but just enough. We clean out the prisons, either way"
The President thought for a moment before finally standing up, "Let the Games Begin. Any nation that doesn't want to participate may leave the room. The ones staying, give us your worst criminals, we want to start this one with a bang, don't we?"
Several nations stood up and started to exit the room whispering under their breathe about the crazy Idea leaving only The President, The Russian Leader, and several others. All from different back-rounds. Each of them presented their criminals. The Russian Leader stood up motioning his hand to his assistant to present his own criminal. " May I introduce, Athos. Former Hit-man of the Russian mob and responsible for many politicians untimely deaths, including several other men we can't count. We didn't catch him but he simply... surrendered for what reason, we don't know. Among his former employers he was known as Baba Yaga (Yes I stole the name and fighting style from John Wick lol) in English terms, The boogey man" the man stated. The Representive soon passed the folder to the President a closed folder. Picking it up the President opened it, lifting an eyebrow. The man eyes were the first thing he noticed, they were a bright blue and almost shined with a sort of arrogance. The man's face was chiseled with a set of high cheek-bones and a jaw-line that looked like it could cut glass, his face was clear and white as snow. Upon his crown was a head of jet black hair. "Looks more like a runway model then a criminal, doesn't he?"
The Russian leader chuckled at his comment, "He killed several other inmates and you can imagine why so we had to detain him in a seperate cell away from the others in a maximum security prison. Been known to escape other prisons. So, that's where he is now."
The President slightly nodded and motioned his head for the next criminal to be presented...
2. YOU MUST be 18 years or older, no exceptions. My RP usually has a lot of dark themes, violence, swearing, alcohol use, drugs, etc…
3. If you don’t like where the RP is going, TELL ME! Also tell me your favorite color when you pm me so I know you read my rules if you didn’t I will ignore you. I will have the same courtesy as you and will tell you if I don’t like where the plot is going.
4. I do everything from M x M, F x M and F X F as long as the plot is good I will do F X F again, if the plot is well thought out.
5. Plots. The point of RP is two people making a story so please don’t let me do all the plotting, throw in your Ideas, we work together. We will make a good story.
6. I do not like fleshing out every single detail, character wise or plot wise. I think the point for RP is getting to know the character in the RP have some mystery otherwise, it gets dull fast.
7. No one is perfect and characters should have flaws, weaknesses, vulnerability, a chance to die, character depth is a must.
That’s all the rules I have so onto the good stuff. Note: All the italic colored wording is the role I am craving, the ones with 2 stars are the pairs and roleplays I want to do. Like I said, if you don’t like the plots, we can flesh something else out.
I WILL KNOW if you haven't read the rules because there is a question between the lines and if you don't post the answer with the assign pairing you want to do I WILL NOT reply!
Pairings. The one with the "*" Are the ones I have plots for. The others we come up with something together.
Vampire x Nun/Priest (Whoever one of us wants to be the vampire)
Mother x Son’s best friend.
Married man x Next door neighbor, secretary, whatever.
Prostitute x Cop
Gladiator x Gladiator or slave
Stripper x client
Werewolf x human
Hunter x Any species **
Teacher x Student
Solider Survivor x Survivor (Thinking something apocalyptical for this one. Can be anything from Zombie outbreak to Mad max style theme to The Book of Eli)
Sociopath x Sociopath**
I am down with any kind of paring basically. So, if you have something you wanted to try don’t be afraid to ask the worse I can do is say no, right?
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