forum The MOST interesting role-play of ALL TIME

Started March 10, 2018 by @German_Boats

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The one problem is, what should the role-play be?

I'm opened to suggestions ma dudes. Thinking maybe a historical one? In the 1700's?

Hi! I'd love to join! Where would you be thinking this rp would take place?

i'm down :3

Yes historical rps! I'd like to join!

OKAY! 1700's! I figure this one could be a mystery, ya know ya know? Anyways, everything needs to stay PG! No romance, no swearing!
Name: Lenore Richards
Age: 17
Looks: Long wavy red hair, emerald green eyes. ( what I wish I looked like in real life! ) Tall, 5'6. Skinny, not very curvy, but still beautiful.
Personality: I think that we can just discover her personality. I always write them down, and totally do the opposite!
Wearing: easy flowing dress, cloak, boots. She has trousers on under her skirts, they feel more comfortable to her.

I'll start!
Lenore walked through the streets of the town and smiled. It was a beautiful day to be out.

Name: Oliver Horne
Age: 18
Looks: Shoulder length, charcoal black hair he almost always wears in a low ponytail, light ivy green eyes, he's 6"4, and lanky but fit from hunting.
Personality: Comes off as polite and proper, but tends to defy rules in a subtle sense.
Wearing: white shirt, navy blue stockings, silver waistcoat, with black shoes, and a navy blue coat with silver buttons.

Oliver road into town on his tan and white spotted horse named Cannon. His father was a prestigious merchant and Oliver had just come of age. He took a deep breath of air, riding past all the village houses toward his father's mansion on the other side of town.

((Can I join? And what country?))

Name: Cordella Marissa (no last name)
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi
Looks: Light brown hair, cut at the shoulder blades, dark brown eyes, slender but strong, looks a little roughed up for a lady
Personality: Sassy, charming, sarcastic, often disrespectful, flirty
Occupation: Pirate Lord of the Atlantic 9
History: Grew up on the sea with her father who was a fisherman, stranded in a storm and picked up by some pirates when she was 12, climbed in the ranks until she became the leader of the most well-known fleet of pirates (Atlantic 9) that pillage and destroy cities
Wearing: brown trousers, worn leather boots, loose white shirt and maroon coat, carries a satchel and a sword, among other hidden weapons

Cordella stumbled out of the bar near the docks, squinting in the sunlight and wondering what time it was. She patted herself down to make sure she had everything. Sword, dagger, satchel, money, pistol, yup all there. The woman shielded her eyes and limped away from her night of fun, not that she remembered any of it. On her way across the street, she spotted a woman in a gorgeous dress, red hair billowing in the breeze. Cordella stopped in the middle of the road, looked her up and down, and raised an eyebrow with a smile. Just as she was composing herself to walk over, however, she nearly ran straight into a spotted horse. "Watch it!"

"M'lady! Are you alright?" Oliver quickly brought Cannon to a halt before smoothly sliding off his horse.

"No, I am most certainly not alright! You nearly knocked me over! Do you have any idea who I am?" Cordella huffed at him angrily but remembered the slight illegal-ness of her current occupation. Straightening herself and adjusting her coat, the woman looked him in the eye "never mind that, moving on. I'll just take some money and go. You know, for my injuries." Cordella showed him the scuff on her hand from where it had hit the dirt, exaggerating the pain.

Oliver was taken off guard by the harshness of the girl's voice and the alcohol on her breath. "Well being hurt so badly you must come to my father's house with me. My name is Oliver, Oliver Horne. And you are, miss?" He asked politely, unsure how to react to such a corse young lady.

Cordella raised an eyebrow at the man's civility. "Oh uh, yeah okay. I'm Cordella Marrisa." The woman figured she could swipe a few things if the lad's house was as fancy as his clothes. She wasn't sure if he'd heard of her as she mainly stuck to the other side of the sea with her fleet. Just recently, however, Cordella had decided to venture into America, this time with only her boat, looking for a better crew than the one she'd sailed here with.

( yes America. )
Lenore watched the scene unfold, and giggled to herself. Deciding she wanted to be part of the fun, she put on her military face. ( which was spectacular, since her father was in the military. ) "Everything all right over here?" she asked with a serious tone, and she crossed her arms.

"Yes, of course!" Oliver stiffened automatically. "We'll be on our way." Oliver quickly offered up Cannon to Cordella. "Please, I simply cannot make a lady walk the entire way across town."

Lenore narrowed her eyes. "Who are you, sir?" she questioned.

Cordella, quickly turning from drunk to hungover, tried to put on a charming smile for the lady as she approached, "much better now that you're here," she winked, wiggled her eyebrows, and faced Oliver again. She was a bit insulted that he would assume she couldn't walk herself, but the world spun for a second and she accepted the horse immediately. "Thanks" she mumbled, mounting it swiftly and smoothly. Looking back down to the other woman, she got an idea, "madam, would you like to join us? I'm sure you'd love a horse ride to wherever you're going instead of walking."

"Oliver Horne, my apologies for my lack of introduction." He bowed slightly, holding Cannon's reins in his hands.

"Ahh." Said Lenore, who kept a serious face, Then she turned to answer the other woman. Now she was getting somewhere! Imagine what her mother would think, if she saw Lenore doing this! "Well," she said after a moment. "I don't think there is room on the horse. I would however, be happy to bring my own and tag along. You don't exactly look like trusting people." she said, her tone almost teasing.

"Whatever you wish, madam?…" He trailed off, awaiting a name.

"Lenore." she said. She turned around and whistled very loudly, and a auburn colored horse approached. Getting onto it's back she patted it's neck. "Good Calibray. Good girl." she said, and she kissed the space in between her ears. "Now, I don't know you're name," she said, gesturing to Cordella. "But I think you should get on the horse with him and we should be off."