Dark Fantasy Mystery Original Romance SciFi Relin's Thread of Mischief

Brelinnea

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I have several ideas, all with varying levels of importance to me. My muse is considerably higher for some of them, and lower for others. To convey this, the ideas with the highest muse will be marked in green, the ones with moderate muse will be marked in orange, and those with the lowest muse will be marked in red. Under each idea, there'll be a list of kinks and aspects that'll be within the role-play. As time goes on, I will add in more ideas, and strike out the ones I'm no longer searching for partners for. And now for requirements.

-You must be able to give at least two paragraphs per reply
-You have to be a literate writer
-All plots and replies will be conducted and played out in third person

-Please keep away with any drama, I don't need the toll of it
-Patience is a virtue that I require. I'm a busy person and can't always reply right away


Now with those out of the way. Some plots are longer and more complex, since I've had more time to work and develop the ideals they're based on. How developed they are influences my muse with them greatly. However, I do have simpler plots, with shorter starters and fewer expectations. When writing with me, assume that I always have a general outline I'm hoping to follow. If I don't, then I'll likely ask whomever my partner is for their ideas for an outline/plot. Granted, I'll always be open to ideas, but be warned that I give fair amounts of constructive criticism.

1. The Dream Control Initiative

Aspects Within The RP
-Shared/Personal dreaming
-Nightmares
-Trauma
-Mystery
-Death
-PTSD
-Insomnia
-Futuristic
-Bodily harm
-Dream harm transferring
-Dreams coming true
-Lost/Returned memories
-Loss
-Love
-Smut
-Slow Burn


The General Plot
No one was sure when it officially started, but they suspected it was sometime in the early 2030's. Mental hospitals were beginning to fill up quickly, and they were running out of room. Every new admittance seemed to share the exact same story. They weren't alone in their dreams.

Dreams began to play out in a style not far from video games. Before, this was classified as a rare forms of lucid dreaming, but with the increase of it, medical professionals began to question their diagnosis. The people in the dreams could interact with each other, and even remember the exact details of the dream when they woke. In some cases, one participant would continue to see the dream upon waking, while the other remained asleep. And so, technology was thought up.

Businesses everywhere reached out for the so called "insane" patients who experienced these dreams, and they focused in on their cerebral cortex, which generated the dreams. It was barely ten years later that the first DCI (Dream Control Initiative) came out. They provided a way for others to experience these dreams by tapping into the cerebral cortex and expanding the reach to other unconscious bodies. The signal was small at first, but as the years progressed, it increased. By 2065, anyone could link their dream with any other person so long as they were asleep. Distance no longer mattered.

But, when humans take such science into their hands, they risk unleashing something dangerous. It came undetected at first, slinking into the dreams of weakened individuals, specifically ones in hospital; ones close to passing. There would be no suspicion if someone who was dying already, passed before their predicted date. This thing, however, hungered. And it moved on, into the minds of stronger individuals, ones who could feed it stronger energy waves. It was insatiable. It tore through the population at an alarming rate, but government officials blamed it instead on an illness. So, it continued.

This thing, however, encountered two individuals it couldn't force into death. It picked one, latching onto their dreams and watching from the shadows. And so enters in Amathea Rose. A young woman of twenty five with hopes and dreams larger than the sky.


2. Demon Rot

Aspects Within The RP

-Zombie Apocalypse
-Trauma
-Romance
-Smut
-Slow Burn
-PTSD
-Death
-SciFi
-Scientific Subjects
-Gore
-Triggering Subjects

The General Backstory & Plot
It started with hurricanes and thunderstorms. Then the volcanic activity began. Next thing they knew, the world looked like Pompeii. After that, it just got worse. The government fell, the citizens rioted. You could’ve called it anarchy, but then they appeared; creatures of unimaginable speed and strength. They smelled like rotting flesh, and their skin looked like slimy oil. Their flesh was pulled taught over skeletons, and they looked like they’d just come back from an oil spill where’d they had gone years without food.

At first they were taken to the hospital and treated, but then those who touched them began to get sick as well. It started with a cough that escalated to them coughing up blood. Next came the bloodshot eyes and cravings for flesh. If they managed to not succumb to their cravings, they’d advance to what’s called the Rot Stage. At the point their skin has begun to rot and thin till it looks as if they’ve been starved as a means of torture. When their eyes become a milky white, they’re no longer human.

The hospitals were quickly overrun by what the people had begun to call, “Forsaken.” It was in the middle of April when the screams of the terrified nurses filled the streets of Aracaju, Brazil. Metallic, foul smelling, crimson liquid filled the streets as a river with no end in sight. People panicked, the governments issued nationwide emergencies. Survivors were quickly taken behind the safety of military walls, but sadly some children had been with their parents as they experienced the illness that caused everything. It infected and killed the children, then proceeded to infect whomever had come into contact with them.

It’s been three years since then. The military bases have crashed and everyone has been forced to fend for themselves. But rumors still spread like wildfire, and lately a particular rumor of a group of soldiers who managed to survive the outbreak have been going around collecting survivors.

A group of soldiers struggle to survive the outbreak of a lethal sickness that produce beings called a Forsaken. Coming into contact with a Forsaken is almost always fatal, it’s rare when someone doesn’t come down with the sickness they’ve named, “Demon Rot.” Back at the headquarters for the soldiers there are scientists working on a vaccine that may just save millions of lives. The goal for the group of soldiers is to gather as many uninfected survivors from across the globe, using the military equipment provided in their headquarters. But Demon Rot spreads faster and faster every hour. The Forsaken are doubling in numbers, and what survivors are left are either hiding in a tree or dying from natural causes.

The soldiers are tasked with finding survivors, even at the cost of their lives. There’ll be difficulties along the way, such as Forsaken getting smarter and beginning to move in hordes, rather than just on their own. The soldiers will struggle and lose hope, but because of their orders, they’ll continue on. No man left behind after all. There’ll be some who betray their mission, and some who decided it’s too much and simply end their life before the Forsaken can get a bite out of them. Those who stay loyal to the cause will continue on looking, using the technology from the lab to determine if someone is infected or not.

Back at headquarters, twenty scientists are working relentlessly on finding a cure for Demon Rot. They use the survivors brought back as test subjects, infecting them with Demon Rot before trying out their vaccine. Even if the vaccine doesn’t work, a good amount of medical attention can put a stop to the disease before it spreads and worsens. Even though the previous vaccines produced unsatisfactory results, the scientists will continue to stubbornly work to defeat this virus.


3. The Inner Struggle

Aspects Within The RP

-Zombie Apocalypse
-Love
-Smut
-PTSD
-Triggering Themes
-Flashbacks
-Death
-Gore
-Fantasy
-Short Term


Small Note: This is a shorter RP simply because it follows the struggle of a single character rather than focusing on the apocalypse as a whole. Y/C would be someone she comes across and ends up travelling with.

The General Plot & Starter
Čepel ducked as an undead went to bite her, swinging her leg out and knocking it down. Without hesitation, she brought a blade down into its head, pulling it out quickly and resuming her sprint. Her boots hit silently on the ground, making everything the slightest bit easier. Though honestly, is anything ever easy during an apocalypse?

She laughed quietly at the thought, climbing up a tree carefully. Being a human during the apocalypse wasn’t fun, and at times she wished she could suddenly sprout wings and just fly up to the heavens. But in all honesty, she’d miss the adrenaline rush running for her life provided. She was constantly on her toes, awaiting the next thing that would attempt to slaughter her.

With a small sigh, she began to leap from tree to tree, constantly glancing down. Undead littered the ground, snarling and reaching up towards her. She growled and spit on them, forcing herself to speed up. When a branch broke beneath her, she cried out, freeing her machete and swinging it into the tree. Luckily, it held, though it wouldn’t last long, and she hurriedly began to pull herself back up. Her heart raced as she caught her breath, eyes wide with terror. Last time that had happened, she lost the one person she had grown to love. She climbed higher up the tree, sitting on a secure branch before letting the memories resurface.

*
“Sparrow we can’t risk it! There’s too many walkers and too few of us!” She snapped, clinging to his arm as tears well up in her eyes. “Please, let’s wait till they clear up some-”

“They won’t clear up, mi amor. They just won’t. There’s not that many right now. If we’re fast, we’ll survive,” Sparrow whispered to her, wiping her tears. No matter how many times he saw her eyes, the blue of them still took his breath away. His hand brushed over her cheek and she leaned into his touch, closing her eyes in the hopes of making this tender moment last longer.

All too soon, he pulled away, leaving her cheek feeling cold. “We’ll survive, right?” She questioned worriedly, slinging her bag over her shoulder. The familiar weight of it provided little comfort, and in no way does it ease the twisting of her stomach. Something about this didn’t feel right, in any way.

“Of course we will. There’s no need to worry,” was Sparrow’s confident reply. Despite his efforts, she still wasn’t soothed.

Together, they climbed out of a window close to the ceiling, carefully testing the fire escape before sprinting along it. Time seemed to move in slow motion for Čepel as she ran, only half a foot behind Sparrow. But she saw it before he did. Her heart froze in her chest and she cried, “Sparrow, jump!” Sadly, it was too late.

As he turned his head, his foot is grabbed by an undead beneath the fire escape. She lunged, grasping his hand in a death hold and tugging him with every ounce of her strength. Sparrow’s eyes were wide in shock as he flailed. The struggle continued, with her desperately tugging on his arm until she heard the slice of a blade. Blue eyes widening, she watched the top half of the corpse’s head slide with a sickening sound of flesh being removed from a sticky surface. With another tug, she pulled Sparrow back up onto the fire escape and he collapsed heavily against her smaller form. He gasped for breath, pulling her to his chest whilst she cried. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” he whispered against her sweat matted hair, his hold never loosening despite the threat being gone. She sobbed, tightening her hold on him and nuzzling deeper into his embrace. “You need to watch where the hell you’re going, you fucking idiot,” she hissed through the tears, slapping him roughly. He grunted, his trademark grin on his lips. “Yes ma’am.”

Before she realized what she was doing, she’d pressed him against the wall and crushed their lips together in a heated kiss. One that said what couldn’t be put into words. He responded with equal force, gripping her tiny waist in his scarred hands as their positions switched. She was never in charge for long when she did take control, and she loved it.

When the need for air became too much, she broke away, looking into Sparrow’s eyes. Never before had she seen anything close to as breathtaking as he was with his platinum hair and crimson eyes. She looked over him slowly, taking in every detail about him. His shoulders, which were wide and strong, brought back memories of when they had stayed in an army base for a month and she’d convinced him to let her ride on them. His muscular arms, the only place where she felt completely safe in this damned world. He was her love, her humanity, her hope.

Slowly, he moved away, keeping her in his arms. “Let’s keep going, mi amor,” he whispered, kissing her forehead. She nodded nervously, following him. Her bad feeling still hadn’t gone.
*
She wiped away her tears, freeing her machete from the tree before continuing on. Weak, that’s all she had been back then. Not now though. Never again would she be so weak. Despite her thoughts, she couldn’t help remembering the way she felt when he held her, kissed her.. She exhaled, shaking her head and running faster, jumping higher. If there were any higher powers, they’d abandoned everyone.


4. Luna's Light

Aspects Within The RP

-Smut
-Gore
-Mystery
-Created Lore
-Loss
-Romance
-Mating Bonds
-Ancient Rituals
-Betrayal
-Bodily Harm
-Shapeshifting
-Slow Burn
-Triggering Themes
-Royal Werewolf X Ancient Werewolf


Small Note: The general plot of this would be explained via pm, as it is a highly developed plot of main with months of work put into it. It's too complex to put within this thread.

The General Lore of My Czechoslovakia
Czechoslovakia:
Bordered by water on two sides, separate countries on the other two.
Primary Port: Province of Karlovy Vary located on the North Eastern border, against the water; main place of trading for the capital.
Secondary Port: Province of Bratislava, located on the eastern border, main place of trade with neighboring countries.
Streets: Cobblestone towards the busier cities, dirt and undergrowth towards the outer lands.
Ruling Body: Queen Brelinnea Emerald Sinari
Government Building: Czechoslovakia Palace; home to royalty, council members, and ambassadors alike.
“The Moon’s Palace”
Prague: The capital city, located close to the main port of Karlovy Vary, up in the high cliffs, surrounded by stone walls.

Eastern border is against the ocean, with lush forests further inland, a cobblestone road and several other paths crossing through to lead to Prague, and other minor trading cities. Northern border is heavy forests, several fences surrounding designated protected places. The western border is against the sea with tall mountains surrounding nearby lands, plains beyond that. Finally the southern border has steep mountains and deep valleys with small sections of woods scattered throughout.

Soil: Rich towards the Eastern, Southern, and Northern borders, workable but difficult towards the Western. Precious minerals can be found towards the Southern border if mined within the mountains.
Inhabitants: People from many races and origins, but the criminal types will find themselves quickly disposed of by the Royal Guard.
Cityfolk: Soldiers, guards, royal guard, merchants, miners, farmers, hunters, fisherman, mercenaries, thieves
Crime: Low to medium risk in North Western cities. High risk in the peaks of the Southern mountains


Motto: “With Luna we thrive; without her we fall.”

Czechoslovakia Empire: The kingdom saved by the goddess Luna. Ruled first by sorcerers, Czechoslovakia was prosperous, but isolated. They were kept hidden by the magic of their founders, and the population suffered because of it. Those in the West told of how they couldn’t hunt or farm, and those in the South complained of beasts in the caves of their mountains. The sorcerers who ruled, as well as the populace in the North and East, pushed aside these problems for many years, until what they designated other’s problems, became their own. A revolution had brewed in response to the negligence. However, due to their constant attack on their fronts, those from the West and South, ultimately lost. They were banished into the mountains of the South, forced to run from what they first thought to be beasts that raged under the moon’s glow. This accusation proved false when they came across the Moon Altar. Surrounding it were the “beasts” who greeted them at first with suspicion, then warmth. They called themselves Lycans, and they told of how they worshiped the goddess Luna. Desperate, the Czechoslovakians begged for a way to join them.

They were changed, and then they plotted. Born Lycans and changed alike went against the corrupt government established by the sorcerers. It was a quick, bloody battle. The streets ran red for days, earning the time the title of, “Luna’s Wrath.” After that, the leader of the Lycans, a female by the name of Naomi Ari, took the place of ruler. Later on, the name Ari changed to Sinari. Freed, the people rejoiced, but they remained isolated for many centuries.

Enter Brelinnea: Youngest of the Sinari line, first daughter of Adela and Danek, she was crowned heir. She carried the Lycan gene of her ancestors, and brought her kingdom out of its isolation when she ventured outside of it. She’s small in stature and appears nonthreatening, which aids in her ventures. However, beneath the skin lies a deep hunger for power, but with the guidance of Luna, she picks her battles, and her allies.


Within Czechoslovakia:
Moon’s Palace
Catacombs beneath Prague (restricted to the public)
The Goddess’ Realm (A place of worship for the Moon Coven)
The Echoing Howls (N.E. Port Tavern)
Library of Prague
Karlovy Vary Marketplace (N.E. Port)
Bratislava Marketplace (E. Port)
Mercenary’s Hunt (A place for less honorable people to hire those who will complete anything for the right price)
The Silver Pelt (E. Port Tavern)
Mining Tunnels
Wolf Range (Designated places near each city for the flourishing of Luna’s children)


Here are a few, random pairings I'd be willing to write with. Once again, they're color coded to fit what I have the most muse for. My characters will be the ones on the left.
1. Alchemist X Feral Werewolf
This idea is something I've pondered for awhile, but haven't really had the chance to try it out yet. It's centered around the ideal of an Alchemist who's determined to bring back a werewolf gone feral to their sane mind.
2. Victim X Kidnapper
While this may be a bit more cliche, I've been aching to try my hand at the more darker subjects of roleplaying. We'd have to discuss plot, but know that it would contain a case of Stockholm Syndrome. This isn't for the faint of heart.

3. Vampire X Werewolf
If you thought the last one was cliche, this one certainly is. There's just something intriguing about the primal natures of vampires and werewolves when they're played in the way I enjoy them. I don't shy away from the gory details of their origins, or of their natures, so expect that when going into it.
4. Civilian/Tavern Worker X Royal Guard
This would be set within my version of Czechoslovakia (check above) and would link closely to the main plot, but this is a considerably more short term part of it. My muse on it is low due to the idea not being the most developed, but I'm eager to develop it with someone who takes a liking to it.
 
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