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King of Transformers
Hey! My name is Sir Magic and I am here to solve your partner needs.
I have a lot of free time and a very creative mind. I have been roleplaying for the past few years. (I know. Particularly not impressive, but I assure you, I am well versed in this).
About my writing style:
I write in a third person past tense.
I aim for a paragraph at minimum with up to 10 paragraphs should the Rp be beautiful
Open to romance, but it shouldn’t be the main goal. (Yes there’s cute stuff but there’s also life)
If there is romance, I don't do MxM--but feel free to do FxF, MxF, NBxF or anything like that.
I do not do school settings of any kind.
I feel it limits the RP. Sure it can appear as a background thing, but not a main focus/setting.
No god mods! Everyone has a weakness & shouldn’t be able to everything (unless you have a major set back!).
All characters must be at least 18.
Expectations:
A post once a week would be delightful. More often would be superb.
If you have a different style, great, just as long as it is interactive and not a simple:
‘John came home from work.’
‘He walked to the fridge.’
And nothing more.
One liners don’t progress the story and are boring to do. Give it some detail! Some life!
Onto the ideas!
Fandoms:Transformers
Marvel
DC
Pokémon
Jurassic Park/World
Star Wars
Avatar: The Last Airbender
The Legend Of Korra
Back To The Future
Godzilla
Megamind
Doctor Who
Inception
Ghostbusters
Voltron
Tron
Books
Eragon/Inheritance Cycle
To Sleep In A Sea Of Stars
Ranger’s Apprentice
Steel heart
Heroes of Olympus
Trials of Apollo
Characters Ive been wanting to try out:
Agent Venom
Tron
Mega mind
Mr Fantastic
Superman
Shazam
Rexy (T-Rex)
Dr Venkman
Sharkticon Megatron
Transmutate (Transformer but better)
Punch/Counterpunch
Doctor Fate
The Riddler
Helios
General ideas I am up for plotting:- Multiple personality character
- One character who is actually four
- Character who can give part of their power
- Monsters
- Body swap
- Transformation (as in into a dragon, or perhaps even stuck as a horrid monster)
- Triplets
- Spy Stuff
- Heist
Plots:Dragons. . . Again . . .
Everyone loves the tale of dragons, how they lived, loved, learned alongside humans as great companions. Though, these legends are awfully false. Dragons, while as intelligent and clever as the legends say, were not always friends with people. In fact, what we think of as dragons today is actually an entire species of different categories, all meant for a different task. The true breaking point was when a warrior found and ransacked a dragons settlement. They claimed to not have known, but all those other tribesmen knew. They scolded the man for the attempt, yet it was too late. The war had begun.
Fear of Fears:
What is it men fear? Something far bigger and badder than themselves. Often it can be a dragon. Yet what do dragons fear? Pray that we never find out.
Below Our Steps
Everyone thought aliens would come from space. Some thought the sea. How right they were. An alien species, or at least that's what people think, began emerging from hidden, unexplored regions. Though, it was not as anyone had expected. Instead of having to fight off the new aliens, they were quite lovable and kind. Or is that just a front?
Ardent Fragment
Legends tell of a weapon. No, an energy source that was turned into the weapon. A staff. A sword? The legends were always vague, but what they knew was it was a weapon of mass destruction that lead the Romans to their first victory. After that, civil wars were fought until it vanished. Everyone thought it to be a myth until one day, an archaeologist, Muse A, uncovers a relic akin to the staff and bonds with it. Now, with the help of Muse B, a dangerous, but clever hit man, they are tasked with reuniting the staff before its counter part, all the more destructive and dark, can be assembled.
The Four Seasons
Everyone always assumed the gods would watch over them. None other than Helios of course. But when your responsibilities get taken over by Apollo, what can you do? Nothing other than creating a band of the weather gods. Brought to you by Helios Inc. (they are not responsible for any property lost during storms.)
Champions Of Present
With how times change, it is a miracle chivalry survives at all. With new advancing technologies and theories, the boundaries of what is right and wrong get pushed, pulled, tortured where discoveries are made. During one experiment, Muse A, a well known scientist, accidentally opens a wormhole in their lab. After the chaos, two people are there. One sticks around while the other runs off. The person who stayed, Muse B, is a hero from the past. The thing they brought through? Only their worst enemy who knows how to use magic.
Scribble My Heart
A magic book allows the user to draw anything on it and it will come true. Want a Lamborghini? Draw it and bam you have one.
Only 3 rules:
You can’t make people feel a certain way (drawing them in love or hated)
Can’t draw things dying.
Can’t bring things back.
A Skeleton of A Man
Bones. Brittle bones In everyone holding up their limbs and helping them function. A curse set upon a person to roam as a skeleton, basically immortal and able to revive other skeletons/fossils to do their bidding. A Magician who may be able to fix the curse, or make it worse.
Witches, Sirens, And Women Of Magic
Everyone always assumed Magic is unbiased; given to everyone freely. That isn’t the case though. Only women can use magic. Men have no way of being able to use it, to use powers or magic and have regressed status to the powered women of the world.
The Death Of Heroism
Everyone believes they would be the one to save the person. Sacrifice themselves for the greater good. That isn’t true at all. Power corrupts. Especially when you’re given extraordinary gifts, it turns people into their dark selves. The self they push down deep. With the death of the hero known as Whimsmer, Chaos rains thanks to the villains.
The Sand of Secret
Two kingdoms discover a new land. A desert full of treacherous climbs and a castle abandoned in the middle. Very few have returned. Those who have were driven insane.
Both of the kingdoms send troops into the land to investigate what it is, but none come back. During one of the battles between two troops, a sandstorm picks up, separating Muse A and muse b from their respective platoons. Now trapped in the desert, they have to work together to survive or perish In the storm.
The Digital Divide
People are able to code worlds in mere seconds. Create a whole playing field with its own graphics and abilities. One company has been creating a new kind of game. One that goes past the trials of VR and places the person inside the game via beaming them in.
1. What happens when something comes out instead?
2. Do you have to beat the game to escape? Or is there something you’re missing?
Era Of Dwo
The known world is made out of matter. Neutral matter that sometimes has a charge. When a portal opens up, two beings exit. One full of positive mass and the other full of negative mass. What is their powers? What are they truly?
Encoded Feelings
Robots. Designed to feel nothing, be nothing. Designed to kill, or help, or provide a service for people. No one ever expected to one to gain its own will. No one ever expected someone to fall in love with one. A robot designed and coded and knowing it wouldn’t work.
Cache of Magic
Magic is everywhere in the world. Many people can use it, but they are always in pairs the reason is one person is the battery and the other person the user. People are born as a user or a battery. Batteries have a large amount of magic in themselves, but are unable to use it besides small, small things. Users don’t have magic, but can harness the magic in batteries.
Muse A’s battery just died. In their sulking, they are called upon by royalty to help defend the nation.
Plots Based On Songs
White Noise
A crash. A bang. Then silence. Complete and utter silence. Muse A opens their eyes to see the most horrific crash they had ever seen, news and movies alike. And there it was. A strange form. Not quite human. Vanished in a moment, but muse A heard something from it. Whispers, thoughts, yet why couldn’t they hear the sound of the siren of Muse B’s car?
Dancing In The Moonlight
We get it almost every night
When that moon is big and bright
It's a supernatural delight
Everybody's dancing in the moonlight
Everybody here is out of sight
They don't bark and they don't bite
They keep things loose they keep it tight
Everybody's dancing in the moonlight
Six Months In A Leaky Boat
When I was a young boy
I wanted to sail around the world
That's the life for me
Living on the sea
Spirit of a sailor
Circumnavigates the globe
The lust of a pioneer
Will acknowledge no frontier
I remember you by, thunderclap in the sky
Lightning flash, tempers flare
'Round the horn if you dare
I just spent six months in a leaky boat
Lucky just to keep afloat
Welcome To The Black Parade
When I was a young boy
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, "Son, when you grow up
Would you be the savior of the broken
The beaten and the damned?"
He said, "Will you defeat them?
Your demons, and all the non-believers
The plans that they have made?"
"Because one day, I'll leave you a phantom
To lead you in the summer
To join the black parade"
Fandom Plots
The transformers as we know it are different. Humans who are on different sides of a conflict. The heroic Autobots as police and the decepticons as mafia or gang members. Both sides of the war getting stalemated. The city lives on though. Something is amiss though. A rumor of a cube that can turn into any vehicle. A scientist who knows too much, both sides running to nab them to learn what mystery is being held.
Outliers and point one percenters. Two powerful sides of bots who have extraordinary abilities. No one cared for them during the war, but it changed with the omega flow. An event that originated within Cybertron that pulsed across the universe. Suddenly these bots were even more powerful and were now taking over sections as war lords. Cities were taken over with them as rulers.
Shattered Glass:
The Autobots villains, decepticons Heroes. In this world, the thirteen were never allies, but enemies creating the 13 provinces of Cybertron. Each faction warring against another.
The Titan war shook the universe. Never had such great power been known to anyone. Until they were gone. Like that in a blink of an eye. No one knew where they went, but things change when a decepticon has a desire to find these titans and conquer the universe. To bring order.
Feel free to suggest ideas! These aren’t all the ideas I have, only a few bits and pieces of them.
I can’t wait to begin plotting!
Crack. Bones broke upon connection with an icy blue fist. Another one right across the cheek. This one didn’t break anything though as the foreign hand cleared from view. With the punch came a recollection of events: The death of his father, the council exiling him, his travels across the Galaxy, that eventually led him home where he was to hide out. Thud. His own fist met the face of his opponent. Unlike he, who took several punches without flinching, the woman was knocked out with one.
A roar of applause rang out from the small crowd of onlookers followed by some grumbling. Inside the small respite of the cold they called a tavern, credits were exchanged to those who bet on the winner. Finally a respite from the conflict. The broken man sat on a bar stool nursing his wounds. All he really needed was a good nights rest and the bruised eye, the cracked ribs, as well as the cracked jaw bone, would heal. There, on the bar stool, the man called Rephyt relaxed for once in the past few hours. No shirt covered his sweat gleamed torso coated with bruises. Deep breathes ce in and out of his lungs as the man glared blankly at a glass of translucent green liquid. Through the fighting, he had been taken through many horrid memories. Memories he would rather have forgotten than brought to his attention. Those now left him in shock. The only protection he had from other’s glaring looks were his pants that coated his legs and boots that were doused with his own sweat.
Shouts shook the man out of his stupor. Guards. Chiss guards swarmed into the room barking orders. They were looking for someone. *Just my luck.* Rephyt thought to himself, spinning around to glance at the commotion. It was only then the mistake was realized. The guards were looking for him. Curse words were mumbled under his breathe, raising his hands to avoid any further conflict. With as much disgrace as they could muster, the bigger of the two men, who was at least twice as big muscular wise, forced Rephyt Onto his knees. The second of the two, a woman of the chest told him anything, came over to mumble some incoherent explanation. He didn’t care. Rephyt just wanted it to be over with. This was a horrible idea from the get go. Now was reckoning hour.
A roar of applause rang out from the small crowd of onlookers followed by some grumbling. Inside the small respite of the cold they called a tavern, credits were exchanged to those who bet on the winner. Finally a respite from the conflict. The broken man sat on a bar stool nursing his wounds. All he really needed was a good nights rest and the bruised eye, the cracked ribs, as well as the cracked jaw bone, would heal. There, on the bar stool, the man called Rephyt relaxed for once in the past few hours. No shirt covered his sweat gleamed torso coated with bruises. Deep breathes ce in and out of his lungs as the man glared blankly at a glass of translucent green liquid. Through the fighting, he had been taken through many horrid memories. Memories he would rather have forgotten than brought to his attention. Those now left him in shock. The only protection he had from other’s glaring looks were his pants that coated his legs and boots that were doused with his own sweat.
Shouts shook the man out of his stupor. Guards. Chiss guards swarmed into the room barking orders. They were looking for someone. *Just my luck.* Rephyt thought to himself, spinning around to glance at the commotion. It was only then the mistake was realized. The guards were looking for him. Curse words were mumbled under his breathe, raising his hands to avoid any further conflict. With as much disgrace as they could muster, the bigger of the two men, who was at least twice as big muscular wise, forced Rephyt Onto his knees. The second of the two, a woman of the chest told him anything, came over to mumble some incoherent explanation. He didn’t care. Rephyt just wanted it to be over with. This was a horrible idea from the get go. Now was reckoning hour.
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