ChilLilly
Screaming Silence.
Welcome! Sadly, I'm CLOSED for now. Unless you REALLY peak my interest I will have to decline. Or if one of my partners drops.
At this establishment the menu is always open for negotiations. If you don't see something palatable then please inform the staff so we can discuss other arrangements.
I'm really open when it comes to all of this. Not a huge fan of Slice of Life. Although I'm willing to work on that writing style if someone is willing to struggle through it with me. Not a fan of canon characters. Always worried about letting the other person down or not doing a good enough writing job. I have a few plots, past that just ask. I'm easy going and flexible. But if you must have a list, there you go. Not that it's going to help much.
Genres and Settings:
Fantasy / Supernatural
Fantasy
Sci-Fi
Mythology
Superhero
Dystopia
Magic Boarding School
Historical (feudal Japan, ancient Greece, etc.)
Folklore
Humor
Mystery/ suspense
Rags to riches
Mafia/ gangster/ noir
Romance
Dynamics:
-> It's pretty open, just ask.
arranged marriage
servant/royal
knight/royal
royal/ dragon
knight/dragon
fantasy creature/human
fantasy creature/anything else
mermaid/pirate
pirate/ Stowaway
soulmates
god or goddess/human
warlock/patron
wizard/apprentice
artificial intelligence/human
space bounty hunter/criminal alien
inventor/creation
mafia/ random person
mafia/ under cover cop
monster/prey
Here is the requested hooks. Oh, you had something you were craving and none of this fits? Then please, tell me and maybe we can work something out.
Mafia Rp Idea
Have you ever been in the wrong place at the wrong time? Well that's what happened to this poor editor. Q Just caught their significant other cheating on them. In a fit of rage Q rides off and ends up crashing their bike in the middle of nowhere. Making a grisly discovery in the process. R works for the mafia. They're pretty high up the rank. So why does R have to over see the disposal of a body? Isn't' that beneath their station? But R does as told. And comes Face to face with Q in the process. Now Q can't seem to get far enough away from R as Q keeps getting drug deeper and deeper into the underworld of the city.
Road to Redemption
has lost everything in their life. Their family, wealth, reputation. Lost to addictions of all kinds. So why were they given a vision from the gods? With literally nothing else to lose in life, Q takes off on a perilous journey. Just to see if there was any truth behind the vision. R was once a powerful (demon, god, mage, what ever suits). Cold, uncaring, and down right evil. That was until their powers were bound and they were threatened with death. The only way to save them is to accompany a person on their journey. R's goal is to keep them alive with the promise of regaining their powers once more. But can the dammed really save the dammed? Will they be able to over come their own personal strife and learn to thrive to make it to the journey's end?
The Royal Life
A Lady-in-waiting, Q believes getting through the royal wedding will be the toughest part of her new life. That is until she finds herself falling head over heels with R, an up-and-coming knight to the king's guard. With her newfound interest, she is quickly awakened to the mysteries of the kingdom when she learns R is in fact an enchanted suit of armor without a soul. Could there be more to him than just shining armor?
A modern retelling of The Phantom of the Opera
Q aspiring singer whose dreams were shattered by a traumatic incident during an audition one year ago. Q has all but given up on returning to the stage, until a mysterious voice on the rooftops offers them the chance to get their life back. But in order to achieve these dreams, Q will have to ask themselves if Q is willing to believe in this ghost… and if they can trust this voice.
The Dagon's Bride
Once every 20 years, a hand full of eligible youth are rounded up and sacrificed to a dragon. It would come and snatch up it's chosen victim then vanish. All for the promise that their lands would be free of suffering and strife. However over the last 120 years, the dragon has passed up the sacrifices. Famine and plagues have spread across the lands. Time has come to offer up the sacrifice again, but everyone is skeptical. Q is the last person that would be considered worthy of being offered up. However the eligible sacrifices were slim this time around. After the ritual was preformed, the dragon showed. Everyone expecting to be pass them over once more. The dragon almost did when Q catches the dragon's eye. What will become of Q, what will become of the lands.
Q is a sacrifice to the dragon. Maybe a thief, some other race besides human? R can be the dragon or someone from the kingdom that doesn't want to see anything bad happen to Q and tries to save them.
Space Pirates/ Cowboys
In the Ichidian Universe, no one was safe. People were dragged from their homes and killed in the streets- victims of ruthless tyrants who were bent on being the sole authority of their entire cosmos. Those who opposed these self-proclaimed rulers and their armies formed an alliance called The League. The only group willing to stand up for what’s right in a universe that’s become dark and gritty.
The League, a group of space pirates who have a death sentence hanging over each and every one of them. That is if the rest of the universe ever finds out who they truly are. They are a group of mercenaries and pirates who do their best to stand up to the tyranny of the twisted justice system of this Ichidian Universe.
I was thinking about firefly, Andromeda, and Far Scape when thinking this if you wanted to know where I was trying to go with the idea.
Winter in the wild lands had been harsh this past year. Heavy snows and sub-freezing temperatures. Still, the last time she had made it to Fort Sylven, Shawdodki had invested on a fine pair if quality leather boots. Normally she would argue that dwarfs did everything better. But just once she had to give credit where it was due. Granted she probably paid more than most would have, it was still the best investment she had made. Those along with a heavy cloak and gloves to help protect her from the elements. In the freezing cold, she had stayed relatively warm. Sadly with the thick blanket of snow and ice, she was unable to make any trips to the fort over the winter months. At least she was able to say busy trapping. With many of the hunters unwilling to travers the hazardous terrain. Leaving plenty of open places to set her traps.
Having a great boar as a mount didn't hurt either. The beast was great for sniffing out truffles and other ground foods that were normally hard to find. It had enough muscle to pull her heavy loads of meats and furs back and forth as well. Plus it was stout in battle. Against two and four legged foes. In many ways, the large boar was like a friend when she was out and about on her own. Shawdy treated Brom like a person would treat a well trained dog. Then again, Brom would wake her when something got close to the tent at night, helped in combat, and she would ride it. What more could a person ask for in a companion?
The winter had finally left and spring was setting in. This was when hunting was at it's best. Animals coming out of hibernation. Looking for food. She never kept or killed anything under sized or with young. Mainly to make sure there was always game to hunt later. Not that all hunters followed that code. Still, she always ended up with enough quality furs and meats to trade with the locals. That was the important thing. Even if she was ridiculed for being female or doing it all alone. Usually a guy would have two or more women with him helping him clean the kills. Stritch and tan the hide. Or preserve the meats. Shawdodki however did it all alone. Well, Brom was with her. But did the boar really count?
Going to Fort Sylvan was never pleasant. Listening to all the chiding around her. Humans jealous that she brought in more furs by herself then 3 of them combined. Dwarfs giving her a hard time for breaking tradition and hunting on her own. Instead of following some guy around and obeying his orders. No, not her. Never her. She did it by herself and just as good as the rest of them. Maybe that's why many of the merchants always tried to shorthand her. It was one of the many reasons she only traded at one place, Blue Heron Trading Company. The first time meeting Rhys threw her completely off guard. He wasn't what she was expecting for a human. Still, the two of them hit it off and she had been trading solely with him ever since. Trusting him more than any other human she had met to date.
Dandelion eyes hadn't missed Peyter trying to stay inconspicuous as he watched her. Weathered fingers ran through short strands of ginger hair. Pale lips tugged at the corners before turning her attention to Rhys. "Yeah, the snow this year made trips to the fort a bit harder. However I do have a rather large haul for you to go through. As always, you get the first pick of goods." As Rhys headed to the back, she followed willingly. Ready for some of the mead and drinks he liked to offer. "Although what is that smell? Rotten fish? It was almost enough to stop me from coming in. Almost." Looking over the place, she was already making a mental list of things she would need. Normally she got enough to cover her bills with a bit extra in his shop.
"Speaking of hunting, I do have a displacer hide for you. There are a few hippogryph feathers as well. Hold onto the chinchilla furs for a bit. They were harder to find and less of them." As the drinks were set before them, she offered a nod of her head to Peyter in thanks. "Oh, and if you have people out and about, watch out for the elven tribe to the north east. I've heard they are on the war path but I don't know who they're after right now. So just be careful my friend."
Ecrin, a city carved into the seaside cliffs. Each and every stone of the earth carved carefully to create a bustling cityscape. At the rim it was most wide, every level down into the center of the city shrinking more and more until the bottom was reached. Rope bridges connecting the upper levels, along with singular zip lines and weighted lifts. The lowest levels setting on the white sandy shores far below. Ornately carved stairs winding throughout the city. Ecrin seemed to burst alive each day as the sun rose up over the crystal sea. Merchants and travelers from across the realm visit for a chance to see the rare sights.
It was another beautiful day with the sun causing the sea to sparkle like a rippling blanket of diamonds. Dasha stepped out of her small inset home, welcoming the sun with a soft smile. Long chocolate curls were pulled back into a banded braid in an attempt to tame her wild maine. Her daily job was simple as an earth mage. To maintain the stones and structures that helped to hold and support the city. She was just one of many that helped the unique place to stay functioning. Each day wandering through a new level, looking for any of the stones starting to crumble or give. Then use her magic to reinforce them, making the rocks strong again.
Today was the first time Dasha got to visit the 5th level. One of the lower levels before touching the soft white sands below. This level seemed to be deeper inset than most and almost always covered by the shadows from above. Making it a desirable place for the more unsavory. Shamrock green eyes darted about, trying to keep watch on things as she looked over the stones. It was a rule of thumb that 2 mages always work together down there. But she was stuck by herself after her partner didn't show.
As she worked to mend the stone a darker shadow fell over her. "Sunset already?" Dasha muttered as she turned around. Only to find a hand full of men standing there. All with smirks and snickers. "And what do we have here? I lovely little wallflower in the wrong place?" One of the larger of men said with a gruff voice. "Excuse me, I have work to do." She replied, not looking any of them in the face. She tried to push her way past, but the bunched together refusing to let her through. "I don't think you understand girly. Your not going anywhere." As the leader spoke a man grabbed each of her arms trying to force her down into a submissive position on her knees. Anger flashed in her dark green eyes as she kicked a foot out, causing the rocks beneath them to shift. Sending a few of the men falling form the cliffside city.
It was far to early in the morning to deal with this, but this whole situation was nothing new to the teifling as he watched his master, Jack, start to shoot off his loud mouth in the towns square. Today had been especially bad since it was the day of the tournament. Erick had heard stories of dragon riders through his travels with Dr. Dragnull, but he never knew how exactly a dragon, and it's rider become partners. Apparently the partnering process was simple. Every few years there was a tournament held to find who within the major trade city of Emon would be the one to have the honor of becoming the newest dragon rider. So now that John had entered Erick as his proxy the blonde man was mouthing off to a rather rugged looking dwarf blacksmith named Broan, and he was hopeing to enter to help his family rise in status, and by extension wealth. Broan wasn't a friend of Erick's, but the shaggy headed teifling knew that this dwarf took pride in his family, and Jack just got done insulting his wife. Erick cursed under his breath as he heard Jack described the dwarfs wife as pretty as a nearby mule.
As soon as that insult left the blue-bloods lips he was caught with a strong, and very strudy hook to the gut knocking the wind out of him. Erick watched with arms crossed as his master fell backwards clutching his side, and gasping for air for a few moments as the air filled his lungs and those green eyes instantly shot up to the cinnamon skinned man and said," Erick how could you just let him sucker punch me like that." Erick just took a deep breath before he responded," You told me to watch your back Master Jack. Broan attacked you from the front." Jack just grew angry like the dwarf looming over the man, and as John scurried behind Erick knew the words that were coming next. " Erick taught him a lesson about what happens when someone messes with the Wellfoot family." Erick nodded and stepped forward to the male who came up to his chest. " Now I know my master here said some very ill words about your wife, but as you can see he is just a young man trying to intimidate a future opponent in the tournament. I'm sure any violence can wait until later tomorrow ?" Erick didn't reach for his sword, or shield as he tried his damnedest to defuse the situation with his gruff voice trying to calm the dwarf.
The teifling was rewarded for his effort with spit in his face. Followed by Broan saying," Tell your master to learn to fight his own battles. I'll see you in the tournament." With that the dwarf turned on his heel and stomped down the cobblestone road. Erick was working the spit out of his eye and hair when he felt two hand on his shoulders pushing him hard to the ground, and just as he caught himself on his hands and knees he felt a boot in his gut followed by Jack's voice saying, "Erick why the hell didn't you pound that dwarf deeper into the ground where he belonged!?" Another kick followed causing Erick to groan and clutch his stomach. As the pain from the back-to-back kicks began to subside he looked up to Jack, who now seemed to have recovered from his embarrassment, and replied," You didn't say to fight him. You said to just teach him a lesson." that response came with another kick as Jack said," You are useless I swear. When father bought you I thought you were some dumb orc. It seems we got a bad deal. I'm not sure why father keeps you," Jack then dusted himself off and straightened his doublet saying," Anyway stay here by the fountain. I'll be back after I talk to a few of my colleagues. Try not to cause to much of scene."
With that Jack Wellfoot left Erick on the ground as the crowd began to disperse not bothering to help him. Either out of fear from the WellFoot, or him being an orc half-breed he wasn't sure. As he watched the arrogant man walk away he picked himself up from the muttering," You can thank your daddy as to why you haven't been beaten to a pulp." Erick stood up straight dusting himself off from the ground as he sat on a bench next to the very ornate fountain in the city's center. Erick checked himself to be sure that Jack hadn't done any damage worse than a bruise. He relaxed for a moment before placing his bag down and pulling a book from it, and began to read. He had "borrowed" books from the WellFoot's study. This latest book was one describing different dragons. He had bookmarked where he left off on storm dragons, and as he opened the book to the last page he was on he wondered why on earth why dragons would agree to have their partners be picked from a tournament. The one common trait he has found through the book is that the dragon race were very smart, and yet this whole tournament seemed crude in a way.
Well, let me see. First call me Lilly. I've only been doing forum RPs for 2-3 years now. Maybe a hair less? Not sure of I would be considered as simi-lit, lit, or advanced lit. I do make quite a few spelling and grammar errors. Although I try hard to correct them and I do spell check. Spelling has never been my forte, however, I do put in a solid effort into my writing. You can expect a minimum of two paragraphs or 8 sentences per post. I tend to average a bit more than that. Word count hangs between 600- 800. 3rd person. Now I try to stay past tense but I do tense jump sometimes.
Witty and intelligent? I try to be. Although I've been told I tend to miss what others consider to be obvious hooks. I try to pay close attention when I read. However I can be a little dense and slow to catch on at times. My apologies in advance.
I will play any gender or role as long as the plot is good and the story follows the laws of the land (ToS). I do have a preference for playing female over male characters though. Always willing to play more than one character or double. Playing multiple characters is fun and helps to fill out a story.
Hmm, let me see, anything else? Oh how often can I post? That's kind of important. At least once, maybe twice a week. More if I'm truly moved to write.
If I forgot something that you feel is important then please ask. After all, this part of the negotiations is very important.
Ah yes, the quip pro quo parts of this arrangement. I'm hoping to find someone who is flexible. A partner who is willing to write long term. Someone who is open for discussions about characters, plot, and ongoing events in the story. I don't want this to be a one sided thing. At no point should it be a follow the leader. It should be cooperative. I ask that you post at least one full paragraph. Put some effort into your writing. Try not to make every event read the same. No Mary Jane cookie cutter characters. Flaws and weaknesses make the story more vibrant and full of life. So please give Mr/Mrs perfect some spice.
Don't think I have anything that's a straight up no. However there are a few things that make me less likely to agree to an RP. I don't like posting off site. I would prefer to post in forums or in DMs (if that's allowed here.) We would really have to sit down and discuss any other RP arrangements if that's a must for you. I'm not a huge fan of overly self deprecating characters and plots. Can't say I'm fond of being asked to beat or torture a character past a point that would be considered criminal.
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