***** This post is under consctuction but the above plots are still good. (: [h1] Sly's Interest Check Vol. II [/h1] [indent] Welcome to my new and improved interest check! I am back from a six month hiatus because my cat spilled my beer on my Mac and fried it. I know, a most tragic story and eloquent excuse, but now I am back and ready to kick things into gear. Let's start with the basics: [/indent] [indent] [list] [*] Call me Sly, Sylvia, or Gypz. [*] I'm a 26 year old female located in the EST. [*] This interest check is for 1x1, small group, and forum based roleplay. [*] I consider myself high casual with several paragraphs per post but I definitely prefer quality, plot driven responses over just length. Give me some sort of reaction and then action - it keeps the story flowing! [*] I own my own business so my schedule varies - sometimes I can post several times a day, sometimes only in the morning and evenings. [*] I ask all my partners are over 18 as my writings often contain mature themes. [*] I guess I'm going to have to start asking for a writing sample. I don't have ridiculous standards but I want to make sure our styles match before dumping a ton of effort into planning something. [/list] [hider=Explanation of Content] Alright, now that's over. So here's the drill with all of the following content. I am working on my own world and I am working on maps, characters, lore, and other details that will hopefully end up in a novel or the very least a nice RPG. I have absolutely no experience in tactical or tabletop RPGs of any nature. Creating the maps is a fun hobby and a great way for my to organize my thoughts and to give me a visual to see what needs to be further developed. Within this world are characters, and the list grows all the time. The key reason I started roleplaying was to get practice writing and, most importantly, developing my characters. So while they were written for this world and these particular settings does not mean that they can not fit into [i]your[/i] plots and settings, but if you are in need of either, we have a great place to start. If a map has blank spots that means the details have yet to come up. If we are successfully writing a story together and you want to add some concepts to the map, just let me know! I really need some help fleshing this map out and creating other civilizations. So, on to the stories then. [/hider] [/indent] [center] [hider=Queen Nakra] [img]https://i.imgur.com/gmXmFrN.jpg[/img] [color=lightcoral][i]Holy water cannot help you now. A thousand armies couldn't keep me out. I don't want your money, I don't want your crown. See I have come to [b]burn your kingdom down[/b][/i][/color] [hider=Playlist] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RLkGKkfmgjU [/hider] [/hider] [hider=Princess Eza] [img]https://i.imgur.com/orppfzU.jpg[/img] [/hider] [hider=Princess Tuelith] [img]http://i66.tinypic.com/34etg06.jpg[/img] [/hider] [hider=Princess Aizina] [IMG] https://i.imgur.com/hFLFV0L.jpg[/IMG] [/hider] [hider=Captain Jasilyn Majila] [img]http://i68.tinypic.com/im45y8.jpg[/img] [i]Let the only sound be the overflow. And oh, poor Atlas The world's a[b] beast of a burden[/b]. You've been holding on a long time, And all this longing, And the ships are left to rust, That's what the water gave us. [/i] [hider=Playlist] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=am6rArVPip8 [/hider] [hider=Biography] Jasilyn Majila has been captain of [i]The Vendetta[/i] for six long years. She is a merciless leader that earns her living primarily through raids, kidnapping, and double dealing. Her crew would follow her to the ends of the ocean; they are utterly devoted to her. The Captain hails from the volcanic island of Tsala, home of the Majila Tribe. The Majilans had a matriarchal society run by the fiercest of the island women's warriors. Jasilyn was only twenty-one years old when the pirates came. It was during the tribe's fertility ritual - a huge celebration that involved the whole village. They were ambushed and the majority of the tribe were killed or captured, including Jasilyn herself. Life as captive on their ship was hell. The crew was brutal and cruel - each night she fell asleep to the cries and screams of her fellow warriors. They had been reduced to animals. Gradually the screams lessened, or the ceased all together. Her companions had all perished or been sold off into slavery. One night one of the men of the crew opened her cell, the illest of intentions in mind. It was the chance she had been waiting for. She was on him as soon as the cell door opened, scaling up his body easily and wrapping her arms around his jaw bone. A quick jerk and he lay on the cell floor, quite dead and missing his sword. -------------------------------------- That was the beginning of her revenge. She escaped her captors and preyed on them, one by one, until finally the captain himself fell under her blade. The crew surrendered at that moment and Jasilyn of the Majila tribe had been captain of [i]The Vendetta[/i] ever since. [/hider] [/hider] [hider=Gazielle Isende] [img]http://i64.tinypic.com/11m7z9d.png[/img] [/hider] [hider=Princess Zeinab] [img]https://i.imgur.com/peKvXL1.jpg[/img] [i]Did she make you cry, make you break down, shatter your illusions of love? Rock on ancient Queen. Follow those who pale in your shadow. [b]Rulers make bad lovers, [/b] you better put your kingdom up for sale. [/i] [hider=Biography] "My mother was born a slave, or at least that is what she always told me. That did not explain her high cheek bones, or the way she could look regal by simply lifting in chin in just the right way. Perhaps that is why he fell in love with her, the day she first arrived in Sabal. The Pharaoh looked down on my mother with a smile and forever changed her life - and mine. She was a gift to his Queen, given light task of looking after the Queen's cats. She was so young then - younger than I am now. I always wonder how she did it. How a lowly slave girl conquered the Pharaoh's heart, so completely that he married her. She was his zawjat thany, or lesser wife, but he treated her like a Queen. She would never forget the early years of her girlhood in her mother's golden rooms and open balconies; green courtyards and fountains with warm, clear waters. Then she died. And everything changed. My mother fell ill shortly after the Queen announced her third pregnancy. We all had high hopes, the poor Queen had labored over two dead babies already. I had always admired her though she always treated me with cold looks and silence. She was a true Queen of ice, ruling over the harem with an iron fist and no compromises. I wonder if my mother ever knew how much she hated her - her opposite in every way. Kind, beautiful, smiling, grateful for the freedom that came with love and being loved. I have no doubt the Queen had a hand in her death. I need no more proof than I have now - I am the eternal living example. I was tossed from the beautiful rooms that belonged to my mother, the Queen, I was told, needed them for her baby to come. As if we were not in the biggest palace, in the biggest kingdom in the land. As if there were no more rooms, rooms much bigger and more beautiful, than the ones I called home. I had a new home now. The eabd alharim, or slave harem. I was to live among them as if I were not a princess of the blood, the daughter of the Pharaoh himself, and I was to learn their ways. I was to be the forgotten princess. And so I was. Until now. The Queen's baby died, like all those before, like all those to come. And now she is going to make use of me - the daughter of the her king's lover, the very spit of them both. She has picked me out a new husband - she is looking to secure the bloodlines after her own failure. She is pulling me from the shadows, putting me on display as the star of her harem. As if I am not the ghost of my mother, come back to haunt her. As if she is not afraid. But she should be. Because now she is old and having children is beyond her. The families of Sabal all have their eye on the throne - but there can only be one. I will emerge from the shadows as a princess of light. I will take this new husband and together we shall climb the golden steps towards our victory. If he cannot, I shall step on him along the way and bury him in my glory. I will be the ghost that haunts her till her final day. And her throne shall be mine." [/hider] [/hider] [hider=Nodia Lahki] [img]https://i.imgur.com/l4DXBhs.jpg[/img] [color=EFD60B][i]Do you call yourself a fucking huricane like me? You can't wake up, this is not a dream. Your part of a machine, you are not a human being. Low on self esteem so you [b]run on gasoline[/b].[/i][/color] [hider=Playlist] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zRHNi3QfFlE [/hider] [/hider] [/center]