forum Open to ideas /O×O (Closed) (TW)

Started June 21, 2023 by @Dirt

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I took like a year long break and kinda wanna get back into RPs bc I lowkey miss this. Uuuh yeah I'm open to ideas, kinda craving like a classic mafia romance or like a slow burn apocalypse???

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Hello! I’ve role played with you before on one of my previous accounts, and I always loved your writing style. I’m digging both of those ideas, and I would love to RP with you if you’d have me. :)

Oh my goodness yes I remember atleast two of those old users! (Sorry I totally just stalked your pf) I'll do my best to live up to my old writing, I'm a little rusty tho so bare with me 😅
Any one you're leaning more twords? Or if you have any other ideas I'm open to those as well

Don’t worry, there’s no pressure! You don’t have to be perfect for the RP to be fun. :>

Hmm… honestly I don’t think I have a preference. They’re both really cool. We could even kinda merge them if we wanted to. Like the world is sort of post-apocalyptic, I.e. society has deteriorated (or completely collapsed) due to some major events. Perhaps things have been trying to slowly rebuild themselves even in this apocalyptic environment, but law enforcement and any semblance of government is not able to keep up with the rampant crime, so mafia-like criminal organizations seem to run this shabby half-built society more than anything. And somehow in this otherwise dysfunctional and forsaken world our characters interact.

Or if that’s too complicated we could just pick one or the other, or flip a coin.

Oh I actually really like that idea! It also kinda reminds me of a book I read a really like time ago.
Yeah we could definitely go that route! Kinda like a rival gangs forced to team up moment? That could be a good way to get them to first meet. Maybe? Idk
Do we wanna do basic character sheets? Also I'll assume we're doing the slow burn idea since we're merging the ideas. Do you have a preference to the character dynamic? M×M, F×F, or M×F ????

Hmmm… I’m good with anything to be honest! I usually default to playing male characters, but I really need to start playing females more so that I can sort of balance out my writing better. But I relate more to my male characters somehow so I’m really on the fence. (And yes, slow burn is always the best!! :>)

Here’s a character sheet we could use if you like it.

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Personality:
Appearance:
Backstory:
Skills/strengths:
Weaknesses:
Other:

I could honestly use the practice for male characters if you wanted to get more practice for female characters lol.
I'll have the sheet filled out in a few!

Okay, awesome. Sounds perfect. I’ll get mine up asap. :>

Also I'm gonna assume our characters have grown up in this post apocalypse vibey world?

Yeah, probably. Unless the apocalypse is super recent, but if some semblance of organization has formed we can assume that the world has been like this for at least a decade or so. So the apocalypse either occurred while they were kids or right before they were born or something. Probably anywhere from 10 to 25 years ago

Here's my Character ^.^

Name: Estaban Marín
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi
Personality: Estaban has always been more on the protective side with those he cares about, even if it means he comes off a little gruff sometimes. He can be standoffish with people even if he's known them for years, it really depends on how close he let's himself get to them.
Appearance: Hes latino, with wavy dark brown shoulder length hair. He's got dark brown eyes and is barely 5'11. He takes working out very seriously, and can be found in a make shift gym in his basement for atleast an hour a day.
Backstory: Estaban grew up on the water with his adoptive father and his fathers friends. With Estaban being a small child at the time, he was able to lie and steal whatever his father asked of him. His father never sent him on a job he didn't think he couldn't handle, and always made sure he had the proper training if he ever had to fight his way out. The group was commonly known as pirates, but after crossing the wrong person Estaban watched his father, and the crew slaughtered from his hiding place.
Estaban had sworn off that life, but quickly found that it was impossible to keep a clean record even on land. He soon joined up with one of the larger crime family's when he was fifteen, and was able to quickly climb the ranks over the years do to his past. He now works mostly as an bodyguard or integrator for his boss.
Skills/strengths: really good with knots, and anything boat related.
Weaknesses: surprisingly swimming! But that's trama related. Admitting when he needs help, savior complex, not the best with hand to hand combat.
Other: defiantly feeds stray animals, in another life he would have been a crazy cat man.

Honestly yeah that would make sense, it also makes Estabans back story funny bc his dads first response to an apocalypse was to become a pirate 😭😂 which has me cackling.

I love the pirate thing 😂 That’s perfect and amazing.

The world, literally ending:

Estaban’s Dad: “… well there’s only one solution to this problem” 🏴‍☠️

Name: Toril Blake
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Demi-hetero
Personality: Initially, Toril is a quiet individual, and she likes to take her time learning others. She comes across as a bit cold and aloof initially, but not harsh. She’s thoughtful, calculated, and introspective, imaginative but not at the expense of her practicality. She prefers to take a peaceful route if possible, and tries to live by a sort of “zen” martial arts inspired mindset, but will resort to violence if she sees it as necessary. She doesn’t like to get too attached to people and has a bad habit of pulling away when things start to become too “personal.” That being said, deep down she cares a lot about people very easily and will go through great lengths for them once she does get attached. She tries to be colder than she truly is.
Appearance: Toril stands at approximately 5’6” tall with a medium-small build. Despite having what might technically be considered an hourglass-shaped body (shoulders and hips being the same width, with a narrow waist), she’s not exactly curvy or “sexy” by any means. She has a small bust, and her body is toned with lean but solid muscles— mostly the result of calisthenics-built strength. Her skin is quite pale, much of her body covered with small insignificant scars, and she appears to be of Caucasian descent. Her hair is dirty blonde, styled in a wavy and messy pixie-cut. She has a heart-shaped face with grey-blue eyes and can usually be seen wearing a pair of oversized glasses— square, with silver frames that are being held together by some meticulously wrapped tiny slivers of duct tape. She can usually be seen in some practical attire, her favorite being a form-fitting light-grey sleeveless t-shirt with a black-and-yellow patched jacket, baggy charcoal cargo pants, and a pair of worn out tactical boots. She usually wears cloth wraps around her hands and forearms.
Backstory: Her mother was killed when she was about 8 years old, back when anarchy was even more prevalent. Toril’s father was never a very good man, but upon the death of her mother he became even worse and spent most of his time fighting and stealing to support his ever growing alcohol and drug addiction— both of which became harder to support as time went on. He forced a young Toril to do most of his dirty work, pushing her to steal for him. As she got older, stealing proved to be something she loathed, and she found a new method of supporting herself and keeping her dad off of her back: information. She became a bit of an informant for various groups and gangs. Keeping them updated on anything and everything, from new law enforcement activities to rival gangs to new drugs being introduced to the city and anything else she could learn. From doing so, she learned how to keep a secret and how to use information to her advantage— how to make deals and strike up “trades.” You scratch my back, I scratch yours. Nothing is free.
When she was 15, she met an older couple who used to run a martial arts dojo before everything went to crap. She helped get them some food, and they introduced to her their ideologies— and their skills. From the age of 16 onward, she became obsessed with mixed martial arts, specifically Filipino style and Ju Jitsu, training almost daily. She also started body weight training and calisthenics around that time. She began to spend more time with them than with her own father, who ended up dying from a bad batch of drugs when she was 18. She continued to work with different crime groups to further her own agendas during this time, until a certain gang leader took a liking to her clever approach to situations and invited her to join more permanently. In the last few years since, she has become a valuable member and asset, recognized for being cunning and calculating.
Skills/strengths: Excellent martial arts skills, fairly strong for her size due to body weight training, intelligent and calculating
Weaknesses: Poor at teamwork, easily paranoid, afraid of trusting others, pessimistic, too much of a loner complex
Other: She loves music although she can’t sing or play anything.

Got kinda messy cuz I got carsick typing this up XD

Oh no I hope you're okay! Car sickness sucks.

Okie dokie! How do we wanna go about starting this??? Also do we wanna try and come up with more of a plot or just kinda go off vibes

I’m fine now. I just shouldn’t have been trying to type while riding in a car 😂

Probably come up with a general plot idea and then sort of steer it based off of that and the vibes.

We could kinda stick with the vibe of Toril's back story? Since she's good at getting info, Maybe Estaban's group has something big planed (a new drug, a plan to take over more territory ex.) She relays that info, her boss is like, "lets get in on this" que cross over between rival gangs. But oh no! One betrays the other and maybe takes the other character as colateral while in the middle of them falling for eachother? And then just vibes from there??? If we do go with the drug route tho I'll make sure to put a TW in the title.
Actually I should probably put a TW in the title either way just incase anything gets a little violent?

Yeah, that sounds great to me! Do you want me to post a starter to get us rolling or should we discuss things more first? And yes, it can never hurt to have a TW just in case.

I think we're good to start, unless there was anything else you wanted to cover before we started? If you want to post the starter go for it (:

Or I can post a starter if you'd like?

I’m so sorry! I’ve been a bit discombobulated these last few days and had accidentally opened this without responding so the notif went away. If you want to start go ahead, and if not I’ll try to get one out sometime this evening.

(You're good, I totally get it! Heres a starter, its kinda long and a little messy sorry)

Monday, 12:45 A.m.
Foot steps echoed down the hall, mixing with the faint sobs of the kneeling, hooded figure before him. The cold metal of the glock bit into his palm. Loyalty. that was Richmond's one rule. Pledge yourself to him. Give him your every breath, and you'd stand on top of the world by his side. Rats and snitches would be snuffed out without a second thought.
most of the time. Except when it was Estaban who was on the other end of the gun, finger hovering over the trigger.
Gun fire haunted all his dreams, screams of people dying, begging for their lives.
Its not that he didn't want to pull the tigger. He was carrying out on order. A much more merciful one then most.
Estaban hadn't asked who the hooded figure was. Hadn't asked what they'd done to have been dragged all the way back here instead of killed on sight. He didn't ask questions, not when they came straight from his boss. Still, he couldn't help that small part of him that hesitated.
He pulled the trigger just as a masked figure circled the corner, jumping at the thud of the body. If not for the silencer he'd snagged, him and his masked companion would have both surely suffered some hearing lose from the crammed dark room.
He turned to study the stranger. They stood rigged, the clean pressed suit adding to their stiffness. If not for the ornate silver mask, Estaban would have surely questioned the stranger.
The mask was made of twists and curves looking almost like a pile of sticks woven together. Two swirls rose from the sides of the mask, following the curve of their head, pointing like horns into the air. All Estaban could see of the strangers face where striking hazel eyes.
Masks, to hide those of the inner circle who craved the same power without the same commitment. To hide them from people like Estaban, the one who did Richmond's dirty work. His dog as other called him.
The stranger cleared their throat, extending a silver crested hand. A gauntlet made of the same twists and stick like mess as the mask, the fingers ending in needle like points.
It took Estaban a moment longer then he liked to admit to understand the wordless request. He stepped close enough to offer his glock to this masked stranger. Every movement stiff and as un-threatening as someone who'd just put a bullet in someone else's head could be.
Satisfied with the weapon now in their possession, the stranger spoke. "Richmond requires your presence in his office." Their voice was gravely.
Estaban fought the urge to roll his eyes. Such caution for such a small request. "Right, lemme clean this mess up first and I'll be on my way." A dangerous game making Richmond wait. One Estaban found himself enjoying more and more as of late.
"Now." The Stranger clarified.
Estaban narrowed his gaze. Without another word the stranger turned on their heel and left, foot steps echoing as they did.
He let out a sigh as soon as he was sure they where out of eat shot, the hadn't given him back his gun.

Monday, 1:15 A.m.

The older gentleman studied Estaban from behind his desk, letting the silence stretch long enough to have him shifting is weight from foot to foot.
After what felt like forever, Richmond cleared his throat. "We'll have guests with in the hour. A late night negotiation concerning our upcoming events, you're to meet our friends and escort them." With that Richmond waved his hand in dismissal. Estaban turned to leave just as Richmond spoke again. "You look like shit, clean yourself up before they're here." He cringed inwardly, exiting though the main double doors.
Estaban could acknowledge that Richmond was right. He'd been awake for almost a full twenty-four hours at this point, working on a pointless lead for one of Richmond's inner circle, and taking out who he'd been sent to deal with. Now this. Another late night activity that would surely have him sleeping through the day light hours.
He made a quick stop in the nearest restroom, taking a moment to tie his hair back into a half up half down style, smoothing out his crumpled jacket, and splashing some cold water on his face.