Isaedras Cleditre
The Sveik 裏切ら
Before you roll your eyes thinking this is some kind of Erotic roleplay idea just take a moment to read please.
THE ONLY REASON THE THREAD IS TITLED THIS WAY IS BECAUSE THIS IS THE NAME OF A GROUP OF WASTELANDERS THAT THE PROTAGONIST IS A PART OF!
The plot is simply a very open starter (which I'll post below) and can be changed at a moment's notice depending on the decisions you make. It can be gritty or light, dark or humorous, realistic or hilariously ridiculous. It's all about the way you play! Get creative! It's definitely encouraged!
Anyways here it is:
Mila leaned forward, peering into the department store's cracked mirror. The early morning light illuminated the innards of the building through the cracks on its surface as it highlighted every speck of dust that blew by in it's pale golden beam.
"I don't see why you need to keep doing that." A disheveled Cait muttered from inside a vomit green sleeping bag in the floor. Her messy red hair was covered in rubble , same as the rest of her clothing , and a few strands of hair were matted to her sweaty forehead as her emerald green eyes peered up at Mila from under the pillow she had placed over her own head.
"Of course you don't." She leaned in closer to the mirror and carefully drew the eyeliner brush across her eyelid making a sharp point. "They used to call it "war paint" back in the day." Mila leaned back now and straightened up to admire her handiwork as she spoke. "And they meant that in a slightly" condescending way, but there's no point in getting into that now...well becau--"
"Yeah yeah. "War never changes." Shut up." Cait snorted from under her pillow before coughing suddenly and wiping her nose as she sat up to pack up her sleeping bag and belongings. "I don't see why you bother really. You look fine without it."
"Fine indeed..." Mila muttered to herself with a grin and straightened up as she looked to Cait's reflection in the mirror. "The point is if you see a perfect woman...."
"Don't flatter yourself too much there, lover."
"...in perfect eyeliner carrying a huge fucking gun, the correct emotion to feel is terror." She glanced over her shoulder to Cait momentarily before peering back into the mirror and bringing the brush to her other eye. "The idea is that it's intimidating to see someone in a wasteland such as this who still has the free time to look good while shooting you through the eye at three hundred+ paces."
"That's a load of shite and you know it." Cait huffed and rolled her eyes as the fiery redhead continued applying her eyeliner. "And who the hell would be able to see your eyeliner at three hundred places in the first place?"
"Anyone looking down a scope I assume."
"That's a reassuring thought."
Mila tensed up suddenly and quickly finished touching up on her eyeliner before grabbing the pistol beside her on the counter and peering out the window. "Cait!" Mila hissed under her breath. "Get low! we may have company." She snapped and pointed to their bag of weaponry before peering out between chunks of cement and broken glass into the sun-bathed wasteland that rested just outside their makeshift shelter. "Keep an eye out...this could get messy..."
Wow, I'm surprised you made it this far without cringing to death *starts the slow clap*
Anyways, if you're interested then drop a comment below. Ideally, I'm looking for about four role players to join in but if you want to do a one on one roleplay instead then I may consider it.
You have to at least be able to write a detailed paragraph or two to join. Now, I'm not saying you have to be crazy detailed but it helps to keep your replies as neat and clear as you can so that replies can come quicker.
Nothing kills a roleplay like inactivity, so if you are possibly gonna disappear or otherwise be occupied by other thidngs then be sure to speak up.
EDIT: These are in order from their youngest to oldest
Mila Quinn: Age: 24-27
Cait: Age: 26-28
THE ONLY REASON THE THREAD IS TITLED THIS WAY IS BECAUSE THIS IS THE NAME OF A GROUP OF WASTELANDERS THAT THE PROTAGONIST IS A PART OF!
The plot is simply a very open starter (which I'll post below) and can be changed at a moment's notice depending on the decisions you make. It can be gritty or light, dark or humorous, realistic or hilariously ridiculous. It's all about the way you play! Get creative! It's definitely encouraged!
Anyways here it is:
Mila leaned forward, peering into the department store's cracked mirror. The early morning light illuminated the innards of the building through the cracks on its surface as it highlighted every speck of dust that blew by in it's pale golden beam.
"I don't see why you need to keep doing that." A disheveled Cait muttered from inside a vomit green sleeping bag in the floor. Her messy red hair was covered in rubble , same as the rest of her clothing , and a few strands of hair were matted to her sweaty forehead as her emerald green eyes peered up at Mila from under the pillow she had placed over her own head.
"Of course you don't." She leaned in closer to the mirror and carefully drew the eyeliner brush across her eyelid making a sharp point. "They used to call it "war paint" back in the day." Mila leaned back now and straightened up to admire her handiwork as she spoke. "And they meant that in a slightly" condescending way, but there's no point in getting into that now...well becau--"
"Yeah yeah. "War never changes." Shut up." Cait snorted from under her pillow before coughing suddenly and wiping her nose as she sat up to pack up her sleeping bag and belongings. "I don't see why you bother really. You look fine without it."
"Fine indeed..." Mila muttered to herself with a grin and straightened up as she looked to Cait's reflection in the mirror. "The point is if you see a perfect woman...."
"Don't flatter yourself too much there, lover."
"...in perfect eyeliner carrying a huge fucking gun, the correct emotion to feel is terror." She glanced over her shoulder to Cait momentarily before peering back into the mirror and bringing the brush to her other eye. "The idea is that it's intimidating to see someone in a wasteland such as this who still has the free time to look good while shooting you through the eye at three hundred+ paces."
"That's a load of shite and you know it." Cait huffed and rolled her eyes as the fiery redhead continued applying her eyeliner. "And who the hell would be able to see your eyeliner at three hundred places in the first place?"
"Anyone looking down a scope I assume."
"That's a reassuring thought."
Mila tensed up suddenly and quickly finished touching up on her eyeliner before grabbing the pistol beside her on the counter and peering out the window. "Cait!" Mila hissed under her breath. "Get low! we may have company." She snapped and pointed to their bag of weaponry before peering out between chunks of cement and broken glass into the sun-bathed wasteland that rested just outside their makeshift shelter. "Keep an eye out...this could get messy..."
Wow, I'm surprised you made it this far without cringing to death *starts the slow clap*
Anyways, if you're interested then drop a comment below. Ideally, I'm looking for about four role players to join in but if you want to do a one on one roleplay instead then I may consider it.
You have to at least be able to write a detailed paragraph or two to join. Now, I'm not saying you have to be crazy detailed but it helps to keep your replies as neat and clear as you can so that replies can come quicker.
Nothing kills a roleplay like inactivity, so if you are possibly gonna disappear or otherwise be occupied by other thidngs then be sure to speak up.
EDIT: These are in order from their youngest to oldest
Mila Quinn: Age: 24-27
Cait: Age: 26-28
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