In that case, I will be withdrawing as well.
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The room was bright, flooded by the golden sun as it filtered in through the stain glass window that covered nearly the entire back wall of the office. Aside from the many coloured shards of glass, the image of the Son was imprinted, standing tall, looking down on any who would step foot inside. Upon the walls hung pictures of religious depictions, including Da Vinci’s famous Last Supper, and over the door hung a cross. Between the paintings and various religious ornaments, were bookshelves on both sides, neatly filled with all manner of books. In the centre of the back section stood a large luxurious desk and fine office chair. On the desk stood a large computer screen, a neat stack of papers, writing utensils, keyboard, a large Bible and a golden name plate that read Erik Schröder.
“I am a soldier of the Lord, a warrior in His army. Devotion is my armour, the Gospel shall be my sword, and with it, shall I smite those who wander from His will. Bless me, O Lord, bestow the strength upon me so that I may complete Your work. Let me—,”
There was a loud knock at the door.
“Amen,” the man cut his prayer short.
There was a second knock at the door.
“Enter!” the man called out, interlocking his fingers, placing them before his mouth as he stared at the door with hazel eyes. He was clean-shaven, in good repair, hair neat and tidy, wearing a full suit with a perfect knot at his neck. While relativity young, his face was sharp, his brow strong as stone, he looked several years older than he truly was.
Another man walked in to the room. He too was well groomed, many years older and in a suit. “We’ve found her, Mr. Schröder. She is in our custody now,” he reported, standing in the middle of the room, several feet before the desk.
“What does she know?” the man at the desk showing very little interest one way or the other.
“She hasn’t divulged any information,” the other man seeming a bit uneasy at the admission.
Erik stood from his desk and walked around it. “Take me to her,”
With a nod, the other man led the way, out of the office. Erik locked the door behind them and left it in the hands of the two armed guards standing on either side of the entrance. Following the other man, it was a bit of exercise, a nice brisk walk to the holding chambers. They entered what was akin to an interrogation room one might expect from a police station. A small room with a table and two chairs, all three bolted securely to the floor, and a pane of one-way glass. Standing inside the dark room, looking into the interrogation room, he could see the young woman handcuffed and collared inside.
“It has been approximately fifteen minutes since her injection,” the man informed.
Erik held out his hand, another man handing him a manilla folder, which held information on the woman. His eyes glossed over the paper rather uninterestedly before handing it back. With another hand out, he received a small remote control. Adjusting his jacket and his tie, he walked out of the room, entering the other, all in the previous room keeping a close eye on what would happen.
“Ms. Marconi, I presume?” he said as he entered, sitting opposite the dark featured woman, mid twenties, seemingly good health.
“Yes,” her eyes staring up at him.
“Do you know why you are here?”
“I believe in freedom,” she stated.
“You were caught organising alternative meetings which intend to work against the Church. Several soldiers sent to the meeting place were injured with one killed. We have reason to believe you are also in possession of mutants and/or are one yourself,” Erik spoke calmly and articulately, though hints of his accent bleed through.
“What? Soldiers? Mu—? No! We are not mutants,” she moved forward in the chair, leaning over the table with her arms pinned behind her back. “We simply offer a safe environment, letting the people of this oppressed society be whom they wish,”
“They are no safer than in His hands. Explain then the situation of my men,”
“I-I-don’t know. There were no soldiers!”
“Perhaps this will refresh your memory,” his finger slid up the control, pressing one of the buttons. The woman convulsed uncontrollably in her seat, she twitched and squirmed where she sat until the button was released. Her breathing turned ragged and strained, staring up at the ceiling as she was limp over the arm of the chair. “There is only one way this will end. Give me a name and you’ll live,”
“I don’t know! You must believe me! I don’t know any mutants,” she pleaded.
“So, you do not have any knowledge of mutants?”
“No,”
“Very well,” he said calmly. He put the controller down, putting the woman at ease. He motioned with two fingers towards the window. Moments later two men walked in, one a guard, the other an old priest.
The priest went to work giving the woman her last rites, much to her confusion. Once done, the priest left the room and the guard took the woman out, Erik following not far behind. She was dragged out to another wide open room where she was put on her knees before a large wall. Holding his hand out, the guard gave him a pistol. Erik held it in his hands, taking aim and pulled the trigger before handing it back to the guard. The woman slumped against the wall, her blood and brains splatted onto it. “One down, four more to go,” Erik breathed heavily with slight air of boredom and annoyance in his voice. He walked away from the scene accompanied by the other suited man and the guard. “Whose turn was it to get lunch today?” he asked casually as they walked to the next holding room.
“I am a soldier of the Lord, a warrior in His army. Devotion is my armour, the Gospel shall be my sword, and with it, shall I smite those who wander from His will. Bless me, O Lord, bestow the strength upon me so that I may complete Your work. Let me—,”
There was a loud knock at the door.
“Amen,” the man cut his prayer short.
There was a second knock at the door.
“Enter!” the man called out, interlocking his fingers, placing them before his mouth as he stared at the door with hazel eyes. He was clean-shaven, in good repair, hair neat and tidy, wearing a full suit with a perfect knot at his neck. While relativity young, his face was sharp, his brow strong as stone, he looked several years older than he truly was.
Another man walked in to the room. He too was well groomed, many years older and in a suit. “We’ve found her, Mr. Schröder. She is in our custody now,” he reported, standing in the middle of the room, several feet before the desk.
“What does she know?” the man at the desk showing very little interest one way or the other.
“She hasn’t divulged any information,” the other man seeming a bit uneasy at the admission.
Erik stood from his desk and walked around it. “Take me to her,”
With a nod, the other man led the way, out of the office. Erik locked the door behind them and left it in the hands of the two armed guards standing on either side of the entrance. Following the other man, it was a bit of exercise, a nice brisk walk to the holding chambers. They entered what was akin to an interrogation room one might expect from a police station. A small room with a table and two chairs, all three bolted securely to the floor, and a pane of one-way glass. Standing inside the dark room, looking into the interrogation room, he could see the young woman handcuffed and collared inside.
“It has been approximately fifteen minutes since her injection,” the man informed.
Erik held out his hand, another man handing him a manilla folder, which held information on the woman. His eyes glossed over the paper rather uninterestedly before handing it back. With another hand out, he received a small remote control. Adjusting his jacket and his tie, he walked out of the room, entering the other, all in the previous room keeping a close eye on what would happen.
“Ms. Marconi, I presume?” he said as he entered, sitting opposite the dark featured woman, mid twenties, seemingly good health.
“Yes,” her eyes staring up at him.
“Do you know why you are here?”
“I believe in freedom,” she stated.
“You were caught organising alternative meetings which intend to work against the Church. Several soldiers sent to the meeting place were injured with one killed. We have reason to believe you are also in possession of mutants and/or are one yourself,” Erik spoke calmly and articulately, though hints of his accent bleed through.
“What? Soldiers? Mu—? No! We are not mutants,” she moved forward in the chair, leaning over the table with her arms pinned behind her back. “We simply offer a safe environment, letting the people of this oppressed society be whom they wish,”
“They are no safer than in His hands. Explain then the situation of my men,”
“I-I-don’t know. There were no soldiers!”
“Perhaps this will refresh your memory,” his finger slid up the control, pressing one of the buttons. The woman convulsed uncontrollably in her seat, she twitched and squirmed where she sat until the button was released. Her breathing turned ragged and strained, staring up at the ceiling as she was limp over the arm of the chair. “There is only one way this will end. Give me a name and you’ll live,”
“I don’t know! You must believe me! I don’t know any mutants,” she pleaded.
“So, you do not have any knowledge of mutants?”
“No,”
“Very well,” he said calmly. He put the controller down, putting the woman at ease. He motioned with two fingers towards the window. Moments later two men walked in, one a guard, the other an old priest.
The priest went to work giving the woman her last rites, much to her confusion. Once done, the priest left the room and the guard took the woman out, Erik following not far behind. She was dragged out to another wide open room where she was put on her knees before a large wall. Holding his hand out, the guard gave him a pistol. Erik held it in his hands, taking aim and pulled the trigger before handing it back to the guard. The woman slumped against the wall, her blood and brains splatted onto it. “One down, four more to go,” Erik breathed heavily with slight air of boredom and annoyance in his voice. He walked away from the scene accompanied by the other suited man and the guard. “Whose turn was it to get lunch today?” he asked casually as they walked to the next holding room.
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Here is my character sheet.
I, too, am interested in this roleplay.
Hey people of RPG’s 1x1 Section,
Please read the rules first. This is an Mature /18+ rp and, as such, will only take place over PMs.
I’m looking for something VERY specific and I’m only looking for ONE partner to do this with so it’s first come first serve and if that rp doesn’t work out then I’ll maybe open another spot.
I want this to be an Anthro roleplay, aka Furry. If you don’t like Furries, then this is not for you.
The idea of this roleplay is that, our characters are both males and my character has a crush on your character and while they are good friends, his friend is not gay and unfortunately, some things just can’t be changed. However, there are some things that can. One night my character goes to bed a male but wakes up a female. While initially completely freaked out by this supernatural change that is seemingly permanent, this is finally the chance for my character to get with yours.
The roleplay can begin as MxM, when my character wants to confess his feelings to his friend and then his friend either puts him down gently or gets out the machine gun and shoots him down. Or the roleplay can begin with my character waking up as a female and the “Confession” behind them.
I haven’t figured out how to make the world react to his change and the sudden disappearance of a person but since he changed like plot magic, the same plot magic could make everything else work out in just the right way too without pulling my hair out trying to think of a logical, realistic explanation.
So there you have it, that is the idea. I need someone to play a male, dominant/lead, anthro.
The ages of our characters can be anywhere from high school age (16-18) or young adult (18-mid20s)
~ShadowGhoul
Morning, at last, Tyr barely slept that night, not that anyone would able to tell one way or the other with the constant use of his eye-obscuring goggles. He wasn’t anxious per say but it was a big step that he and several others were going to take this day. It was at last that their training was coming to fruition. Today was the first of many defining moments of their careers as Jedi, simply becoming initiated. After that, everything else seemed like it would be a piece of pie, this trail was to just get into Order and if they failed at that, he wasn’t sure if there was another option. There was no need in worrying though; if the Force willed it then it was to happen or not to happen, there was simply nothing that could be done in either instance. Such was the way of life, governed by the Force’s will, though its will was often cloudy and seemingly that of a trickster, in the end, it all served its own purpose in the Whole.
When at last the shepherd came to rouse the flock, it was an easy transition. He wasn’t nervous, he wasn’t tired, he wasn’t really anything, he was simply ready. At this point, there was nothing to be done, if he was or was not ready, it made no difference. Things would be as they were intended and nothing more. He stood from his bed, adjusting his mask just slightly with his clawed hand, and assumed a place in line, behind the Tinnell, whom he towered over. He was taller than most of the group, save for one, whom he was level with. It was an interesting mix of aliens gathered together, two humans of ranging size, a Tinnell and himself, a Kel Dor, that wasn’t even considering the others within the temple.
As the line moved along, herded by another member of the temple, he followed behind without a word, letting the word ‘newb’ roll off his back. It was a highly improper term to describe the quartet of trainees but there was no harm in it. Though, he had expected something a bit more polished than that, but, one had to learn when a battle was worth fighting and he had a large one just on the horizon. Following behind the feline alien, they entered the main chamber and their single file line became a neat and orderly row.
While he waited he did not think of what it was he was going to say, he was simply going to wait his turn and speak, whatever came from his mouth would be truth. This was not a theatrical performance, it did not require hours of memorization for the ‘right’ answer. There were no right answers, only answers and he had enough faith in his ability to verbally form sentences that it would be no issue. Soon enough, the feline finished his line and now, it was time for him.
Taking a step forward from the line, he bowed slightly before he spoke. His voice was a bit unnaturally deep because of the mask he wore over his mouth and he had no trouble projecting his voice to ears of the masters for the very same reason. Hands clasped in front of him, he spoke.
“Line 5 of the Jedi Code is my choosing, it reads,
‘Jedi seek to improve themselves through knowledge and training,’
Knowledge is of key importance to everyone, not just the Jedi and never should it be restricted to anyone and should be in forms so all may learn, no matter their education or handicaps. As Jedi, we above all, should be educated and knowledgeable in different subjects and areas. As individuals, if we give bad impressions, we taint the entire view of the Jedi Order and the Jedi Order should be the one shining star that should always be accessible should we be needed, by any who need us. With that said, while knowledge is important, doing is but another form of learning, a very important addition. Training teaches us on another level, it allows us to practice what we have learned, experience it in different ways, hone it, and then, we can use it to aid and educate others. Neither is more important than the other, both must be used in tandem, typically they form a whole picture that one alone would simply not conceive,”
He bowed again and stepped back in line, letting the other’s take their turns before the masters.
When at last the shepherd came to rouse the flock, it was an easy transition. He wasn’t nervous, he wasn’t tired, he wasn’t really anything, he was simply ready. At this point, there was nothing to be done, if he was or was not ready, it made no difference. Things would be as they were intended and nothing more. He stood from his bed, adjusting his mask just slightly with his clawed hand, and assumed a place in line, behind the Tinnell, whom he towered over. He was taller than most of the group, save for one, whom he was level with. It was an interesting mix of aliens gathered together, two humans of ranging size, a Tinnell and himself, a Kel Dor, that wasn’t even considering the others within the temple.
As the line moved along, herded by another member of the temple, he followed behind without a word, letting the word ‘newb’ roll off his back. It was a highly improper term to describe the quartet of trainees but there was no harm in it. Though, he had expected something a bit more polished than that, but, one had to learn when a battle was worth fighting and he had a large one just on the horizon. Following behind the feline alien, they entered the main chamber and their single file line became a neat and orderly row.
While he waited he did not think of what it was he was going to say, he was simply going to wait his turn and speak, whatever came from his mouth would be truth. This was not a theatrical performance, it did not require hours of memorization for the ‘right’ answer. There were no right answers, only answers and he had enough faith in his ability to verbally form sentences that it would be no issue. Soon enough, the feline finished his line and now, it was time for him.
Taking a step forward from the line, he bowed slightly before he spoke. His voice was a bit unnaturally deep because of the mask he wore over his mouth and he had no trouble projecting his voice to ears of the masters for the very same reason. Hands clasped in front of him, he spoke.
“Line 5 of the Jedi Code is my choosing, it reads,
‘Jedi seek to improve themselves through knowledge and training,’
Knowledge is of key importance to everyone, not just the Jedi and never should it be restricted to anyone and should be in forms so all may learn, no matter their education or handicaps. As Jedi, we above all, should be educated and knowledgeable in different subjects and areas. As individuals, if we give bad impressions, we taint the entire view of the Jedi Order and the Jedi Order should be the one shining star that should always be accessible should we be needed, by any who need us. With that said, while knowledge is important, doing is but another form of learning, a very important addition. Training teaches us on another level, it allows us to practice what we have learned, experience it in different ways, hone it, and then, we can use it to aid and educate others. Neither is more important than the other, both must be used in tandem, typically they form a whole picture that one alone would simply not conceive,”
He bowed again and stepped back in line, letting the other’s take their turns before the masters.
In hopes that I will be accepted, I humbly offer my character for scrutiny.
I'm interested in this roleplay!
Sent you a PM, if you are still looking.
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