I have a soap idea.
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Thread Topic: I have a soap idea.
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Setting: Post-apocalyptic, what's left of the land is separated into a few small countries, while the rest is wild and useless land. The country this RP takes place in is a dictatorship in the midst of a rebellion.
Plot: A young prince, whose palace has been destroyed and parents kidnapped, poses as a scrappy rebel to spy on the rebellion and eventually save his parents. However, he faces conflict when he falls for one of the rebellion's most skilled assassins.
I know a lot of my ideas aren't great... but anyone interested? -
Very interested! I love these kids of plots--plus, I've wanted to create a rebellion female character. Sounds fun.
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This sounds good. I happen to like post-apocalyptic stories.
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I'm choosing Brownies, because I know her and she asked first. We could make it a three-person RP, but it's kind of hard to do that anymore with people being on or not on or whatever.
And I'm content being the male for this one. -
Thank you! ^^'
Charries? You or me first? It doesn't matter. -
I'll make mine, since I'm here. Also, apologies for not being online this afternoon... I had a choir event at school.
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Name: Prince Rodger Donawerr
Age: 19
Appearance: Fair complexion/black curly hair/grey eyes/tall/fit/has a running from his left shoulder blade to his hip from an early fight during the rebellion
Strengths: Has had 15 years of military training/good liar and actor
Weaknesses: Has a soft spot for anyone helpless/can't cook to save his life/no natural grace -
That's alright, I was busy yesterday.
Name: Magarette Cath-Low Stone.
Code Name: Ace.
Gender: Female.
Age: 19 years.
Appearance: Magarette is a rather slender female with navy blue eyes, shoulder-length scarlet red hair and silver tints near the scalp that she hides in a dark grey hoodie. She also wears dark cargo pants and long boots with striped leggings.
Strengths: Was born in the streets and raised by hoodrats, then being adopted in by a German military to learn about combat. When she ran away, she found weapons on the way. A shotgun, a knife, and an arrow.
Weaknesses: Shortly tempered and be very arrogant and snappy when she chooses to. She doesn't have any love for the world whatsoever and barely experiences any feeling of emotion but anger. -
I'll start.
The fourteen-year-old boy leaned over the cake, taking the life of the flames with one breath. His parents had insisted he have a massive celebration. However, he'd refused, and now sat in one of the smaller dining rooms surrounded by his five closest friends. The cake was simple for royalty, plain vanilla with frosting to match. The boy had his simple birthday party, focused more on friends and company than wealth and pride.
The memory shattered. Back in the real world, he was cold. There was no ember glow from candles, or the taste of smooth frosting in combination with moist cake. No one sang happy songs. The warmth of the noisy room near the kitchen was replaced by the cold of a silent, wet alleyway. Prince Rodger Donawerr was alone, spare his childhood reminiscing. -
Faint footsteps were heard. And they sounded deep. They sounded of the pounding of boots.
Margarette--Or rather Ace, walked down the streets, taking in the sights of the flickering lights. Man, was this city torn apart or what? Trash everywhere, gunfires, screeches, all of it. The worst part was, people still lived there. But Ace didn't mind any part of it, for she was raised in the same place. It sounded like a wicked chime of songs to her, like she just learned it yesterday but knew it like it was sung to her over and over.
Heaving a sigh, Ace brushed a lock of wavy scarlet red hair behind her head, shoving the hood onto her head. She twindled the gun she carried around and the other contents of her pocket between her hands; which consisted of a pair of rusted keys and an iron nail. Why did she need those, though? The gun, yes, but why the keys and iron nail? -
He sighed, thinking back to earlier that week. His mother screaming, tears streaming down her face as she was pulled away from her children and husband. His father, yelling to him to take his younger sister and get away from the palace as soon as possible. He forced himself out of the memory just before one of the rebel's knives landed in the center of his sister's chest. Rodger shivered, wondering how he went from having a loving family and anything he could ever want to being completely alone in fewer than four days.
He stood and walked. -
Ace walked around, obviously not caring any for the sense of direction that was lingering her towards a figure. It was slender and tall, and grunting as she ran into it, Ace was forced to pull her hood down and glare at the figure who was obviously taller than her - to see that it was a prince.
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clearly i'm not a prince lady can't you see i'm lost and also sexybadass
He looked at the girl in front of him. He hadn't noticed her at first either. "Do you want something or is bumping into strangers a normal thing for you?" -
"Do you want something or does getting yourself stabbed in the side a normal thing for you?" Ace mocked angrily. "Damn. Geez dude, if you keep that f---ing attitude up you're going to end up dead at thirty."
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Adding to his strengths that he's a skilled pickpocketer. That's it.
"Well you don't have to stab me... I know I wouldn't if I were you."
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