SecretsInTime
Always Role Playing Romance
Hello lovely people! I've been on this website for a while, and a lot of great role plays have come and gone. Emphasis on gone, unfortunately. So, I've decided, after responding at a bunch of different threads, to take matters into my own hands. (> 
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Let's Do This! Below, you'll find what I'm looking for in a partner (DO READ), some plots and pairings, and a character graveyard, in case you are inspired by one of them. I am open to hear ideas from anyone! I simply ask for what you are interested in doing, and a writing sample... Sorry, but I need to know what you write like. Please don't fret. (:3) I even left two of my samples below as well, if you're interested to see how I write! And PLEASE tell me your ideas you'd like to do with me. The lists below are not the only things I want to do!
Here's a sample of my first person writing (I really enjoy first person, so if you do too, I'm the gal for you):
But I also do third person, so here's an example of that:
"Leonello, never lose faith..." Percy's last words were in his last exhale, as one of the greatest spirits in Asphrix left the land and passed his legend on to a new, hopefully ready student - the mighty Leonello of Asphrix.
All of Leonello's past flashed before his eyes when he gazed over the sunrise-lit horizon, sitting tall on Bastion and overlooking the ocean. The salty sea air blew through his hair sneakily, and rolled across the tops of the waves. What was once a beautiful, peaceful sunrise on the banks of Asphrix was now tainted by black demons swirling through the orange and pinks of the sunset, evil creatures swimming through their waters and a dark moon threatening to cover their ever-true light source, the sun. He remembered all of the wise directions and advice Percyvell had even spoken to him. Percyvell was his one true role model, leader, and even companion. Every time he thought of him, pain struck through him like when he was in his first practice sword fight and was slashed across his chest, shoulder to hip - except double that. He had to stay strong - he must always - for his people, his country, his mother, and most of all, Percyvell.
When morning finally graced the fields of his country, he rode over to the village and looked for the blacksmith he had hired to repair the slight dullness Justice had acquired in his battles. As he did, Bastion neighed guardedly. He stopped his canter smoothly, and assumed that Bastion just needed some water. As he searched for nearby troughs, he spotted what his horse was cautious of - a little blonde-haired girl, face dirtied and body curled up on the side of the wall around the city of Nettleton. He hopped down off of his horse and carefully approached the little one.
"Excuse me, miss," He said chivalrously and gently, as to not scare her, "You look somewhat lost. Could I be of any assistance to you this fine morning?"
At first, the little girl looked up with terror in her eyes; but when she saw Leonello's familiar face her expression relaxed. "Sir Leonello..." She said, quiet as a mouse. Then the stress returned to her face. "I've lost my mother and I can't find her anywhere. The darkness chased me, and I managed to escape, but..." It was then he noticed a gash down half of her arm. He swiftly reached into one back pocket of his clothes underneath his armor - his magic kit. He wrapped her cut up in soft Buranian sheep cloth. The animal was native to Asphrix. The girl cringed, but Leonello tried to comfort her with sweet smiles and gentleness. He took a little powder of a blue-green substance and placed it in her little palms, telling her to rub her hands together. He chanted a soft incantation, then unwrapped her arm - the cut was mostly healed.
)Let's Do This! Below, you'll find what I'm looking for in a partner (DO READ), some plots and pairings, and a character graveyard, in case you are inspired by one of them. I am open to hear ideas from anyone! I simply ask for what you are interested in doing, and a writing sample... Sorry, but I need to know what you write like. Please don't fret. (:3) I even left two of my samples below as well, if you're interested to see how I write! And PLEASE tell me your ideas you'd like to do with me. The lists below are not the only things I want to do!
- What I'm Looking For
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1. Please write more than one line, and plenty of fun DETAILS! But seriously, do not fill a bunch of paragraphs with useless details to match my length. Quality over quantity!
2. The roleplay does not have to be centered around romance, but I want our characters to have a romance of some sort. It doesn't need to be cheesy, the roleplay can be action and suspense... But I want some hearts too.
2. Please be somewhat active. I'm on at least once a day.
3. PLEASE COMMUNICATE WITH ME! If you'll be gone for a while, tell me so I'm not waiting anxiously for an answer and wondering whether I said something wrong. I will tell you when I'll be off, too. Also, if you want to drop the role-play, or you've lost inspiration, PLEASE tell me!! I promise I will not bite your head off!
4. Please No BBCode in your responses - it distracts from the effect of the role-play. BBCode in character sheets and other things is totally fine. Write cool as the last word in your response below. Only responding to people who've read these.
5. I only role-play MxF, not because I am against the other types, but because I don't ever end up playing it right.
NOW, on to the fun stuff! -
Plots and Pairings
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Just for my perfect world: the roles I thought would be male have the symbol next to them: ?. The females have their symbol too: ?. The roles I prefer are bolded. However, everything is up for discussion!
PLOTS
- Character A? was a rich young lady with everything. She would be going to school, unlike many other women in her era. She lived in a mansion in the wealthy sector of town and enjoyed many fabulous dresses. She was posh, strict, and perfect... and then she met him. Character B? - not poor, but definitely not wealthy, fun loving, reckless and so very sweet. What will she have to give up for him? Will her parents allow her? (In case you don't know - basically the Notebook. Sorry not sorry. I will play either role in this.)
- Character A? is in an upcoming rock band. They've got gigs around the city, nothing too huge, but the manager has gotten them on the radio. He says it's only a matter of time before they can go big time. Then he meets Character B?, a girl with little to no correlation with rock music. She's perfect, but she's also hard to get and will distract him from his career. What will happen?
- Character A? is a wealthy pirate, well-known on the oceans of the world. He's had his fair share of flings, play things, and worshipping ladies. Character B? is a simple girl in a simple town on the shore. She sees a simple future with a simple husband and simple kids. When Character A raids B's town, he takes her captive, and assumes she'll be another lady that grovels at his feet. He is, however, sadly mistaken.
- Character A? has been in a foster home for a while now. It's an abusive home, dark and small with horrible treatment, and he's counting down the days until he can escape. However, Character B? is brought to the house next - she's smaller, so she doesn't have many ways to defend herself. A feels protective immediately - and his need to escape increases. But now, his plan needs to include her.
- Ideas about the Zombie Apocalypse
- Ideas involving Island Survival - shipwreck or plane crash, only the two of them survive
- Ideas involving a summer camp setting
PAIRINGS - Asterisks next to ones I really want to try!
- Arranged Marriage (I'd like to be female, though up for discussion)
- Princess x Prisoner?
- Princess x Knight/Personal Guard?
- *Rebel Student? x Principal's Daughter
- Neighbor? x Neighbor?
- Celebrity x Celebrity
- Shy? x Outgoing?
- *Shipwreck Survivor x Shipwreck Survivor
- Beauty? x Beast? (lots of interpretation here)
- Character A? was a rich young lady with everything. She would be going to school, unlike many other women in her era. She lived in a mansion in the wealthy sector of town and enjoyed many fabulous dresses. She was posh, strict, and perfect... and then she met him. Character B? - not poor, but definitely not wealthy, fun loving, reckless and so very sweet. What will she have to give up for him? Will her parents allow her? (In case you don't know - basically the Notebook. Sorry not sorry. I will play either role in this.)
- Character Graveyard
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Most of my character sheets are brief, but will have more detail than below. This is in case of inspiration!
Princess Evangelina Mariella Valentina
Female of 19 years, about 5'6.
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In Brief: Outgoing, fearless, brave, sarcastic, adventurous, stubborn, determined. Creative, problem solver.
Avery Alistair
Male of (varying age), about 5'10
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Quiet, introverted, seemingly hostile at first but is simply cut off, doesn't share feelings. Once you get to know him - a bit shy, fiercely protective, creative, and many different sides.
Declan Declet
Male of (varying age), about 6'0
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Outgoing, confident, kind, funny, seems open but hides past and interests that take from his image, avoids emotions. Determined, open-minded, likes to lead.
Evelia Roth
[pronounced ee-VEL-ee-uh)
Female of (varying age), about 5'5 - small frame
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Prefers to be called Evie. Somewhat self-confident, depending on the situation. Kind, caring, protective, light laugh and big smile. Dedicated, natural leadership, logical and realistic whether it's a good thing or a bad thing. Enjoys success and keeping to rules, whether the rules are hers or someone else's.
Here's a sample of my first person writing (I really enjoy first person, so if you do too, I'm the gal for you):
It was look she gave me that caused it.
The Princess and I were dancing and laughing. My arm was around her waist, her arm on my shoulder, and I was teaching her a basic ballroom step. She was celebrating her achievements with that huge smile that lit up her face and spiked my heart rate up. And then she looked up at me, her bodyguard, with those doe eyes, and our proximity became extremely obvious again, and then... she asked me.
"Mason, do you love me?" Her voice echoed in my head.
Yes. My agreement echoed through my mind instantly. However, she broke away from me almost immediately after the question. The cold air of reality hit me as I bit my tongue to hold my reply, and she began to cry in desperation.
It was that look she gave me. The one with the tears streaming down her face, her eyes red-rimmed and desperate, and her poise bent in defeat. The look she had as she asked me to kiss her if I loved her, looking for any escape out of her situation, any sign of a love that wasn't required of her. She claimed she loved me - but had she looked at the situation she was in? She couldn't love me. I couldn't love her. She could only have a prince to adore her, hold her, wipe those glistening tears away. I was not a prince. I was a lowly guard who'd gotten his feelings all messed up.
And what of her demeanor after this encounter? If I was so selfish to admit that my feelings had gotten the best of me, she would spend her days in wedlock longing for someone else. She needed to only have one option - yes, that was the solution. She needed to stop loving me before she got herself in trouble, and the way to solve that was by lying to her face.
So I stood there, with a defeated pose in front of the frail Princess, and I lied.
"No, Bella." I said quietly and swallowed the truth down, my passionate eyes conflicting with my words. "I don't love you."
So that's why I'm standing outside the Princess' room, my back against the wall, my fingernails digging into my palms and my face distorted as I attempt to keep calm. I'd let her go - the one woman whom my feelings had grown for out of capacity.
I had told the maids that the Princess broke down in tears in anxiety, to save her the explanation. Now, as I hear their frantic murmuring inside as they clean the Princess up, I can't stop thinking of how I have hurt her.
And how my body language - and the mistake I made using her real name - had revealed the contradictions between my thoughts and my words.
The Princess and I were dancing and laughing. My arm was around her waist, her arm on my shoulder, and I was teaching her a basic ballroom step. She was celebrating her achievements with that huge smile that lit up her face and spiked my heart rate up. And then she looked up at me, her bodyguard, with those doe eyes, and our proximity became extremely obvious again, and then... she asked me.
"Mason, do you love me?" Her voice echoed in my head.
Yes. My agreement echoed through my mind instantly. However, she broke away from me almost immediately after the question. The cold air of reality hit me as I bit my tongue to hold my reply, and she began to cry in desperation.
It was that look she gave me. The one with the tears streaming down her face, her eyes red-rimmed and desperate, and her poise bent in defeat. The look she had as she asked me to kiss her if I loved her, looking for any escape out of her situation, any sign of a love that wasn't required of her. She claimed she loved me - but had she looked at the situation she was in? She couldn't love me. I couldn't love her. She could only have a prince to adore her, hold her, wipe those glistening tears away. I was not a prince. I was a lowly guard who'd gotten his feelings all messed up.
And what of her demeanor after this encounter? If I was so selfish to admit that my feelings had gotten the best of me, she would spend her days in wedlock longing for someone else. She needed to only have one option - yes, that was the solution. She needed to stop loving me before she got herself in trouble, and the way to solve that was by lying to her face.
So I stood there, with a defeated pose in front of the frail Princess, and I lied.
"No, Bella." I said quietly and swallowed the truth down, my passionate eyes conflicting with my words. "I don't love you."
So that's why I'm standing outside the Princess' room, my back against the wall, my fingernails digging into my palms and my face distorted as I attempt to keep calm. I'd let her go - the one woman whom my feelings had grown for out of capacity.
I had told the maids that the Princess broke down in tears in anxiety, to save her the explanation. Now, as I hear their frantic murmuring inside as they clean the Princess up, I can't stop thinking of how I have hurt her.
And how my body language - and the mistake I made using her real name - had revealed the contradictions between my thoughts and my words.
But I also do third person, so here's an example of that:
"Leonello, never lose faith..." Percy's last words were in his last exhale, as one of the greatest spirits in Asphrix left the land and passed his legend on to a new, hopefully ready student - the mighty Leonello of Asphrix.
All of Leonello's past flashed before his eyes when he gazed over the sunrise-lit horizon, sitting tall on Bastion and overlooking the ocean. The salty sea air blew through his hair sneakily, and rolled across the tops of the waves. What was once a beautiful, peaceful sunrise on the banks of Asphrix was now tainted by black demons swirling through the orange and pinks of the sunset, evil creatures swimming through their waters and a dark moon threatening to cover their ever-true light source, the sun. He remembered all of the wise directions and advice Percyvell had even spoken to him. Percyvell was his one true role model, leader, and even companion. Every time he thought of him, pain struck through him like when he was in his first practice sword fight and was slashed across his chest, shoulder to hip - except double that. He had to stay strong - he must always - for his people, his country, his mother, and most of all, Percyvell.
When morning finally graced the fields of his country, he rode over to the village and looked for the blacksmith he had hired to repair the slight dullness Justice had acquired in his battles. As he did, Bastion neighed guardedly. He stopped his canter smoothly, and assumed that Bastion just needed some water. As he searched for nearby troughs, he spotted what his horse was cautious of - a little blonde-haired girl, face dirtied and body curled up on the side of the wall around the city of Nettleton. He hopped down off of his horse and carefully approached the little one.
"Excuse me, miss," He said chivalrously and gently, as to not scare her, "You look somewhat lost. Could I be of any assistance to you this fine morning?"
At first, the little girl looked up with terror in her eyes; but when she saw Leonello's familiar face her expression relaxed. "Sir Leonello..." She said, quiet as a mouse. Then the stress returned to her face. "I've lost my mother and I can't find her anywhere. The darkness chased me, and I managed to escape, but..." It was then he noticed a gash down half of her arm. He swiftly reached into one back pocket of his clothes underneath his armor - his magic kit. He wrapped her cut up in soft Buranian sheep cloth. The animal was native to Asphrix. The girl cringed, but Leonello tried to comfort her with sweet smiles and gentleness. He took a little powder of a blue-green substance and placed it in her little palms, telling her to rub her hands together. He chanted a soft incantation, then unwrapped her arm - the cut was mostly healed.
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