Hello, and welcome to my list of interests, let's just jump right into it. I'm looking for someone who enjoys writing a few detailed paragraphs, who likes to contribute to the world building, and likes to let the roleplay take us where it will. I only care if you're over 18 and your gender does not matter, we're just a couple of strangers writing to each other. If you lose interest or if something I write doesn't sit well with you, please let me know! I'm totally amenable. I would also like to keep all RPs to here either in threads or PMs, purely for organization purposes. If you have any questions I'm just a message away!
Feel free to mix and match the following, if it makes a modicum sense I'm down for it. Please note that my primary character will always be male but I'll absolutely play secondary characters of any gender. It does not matter to me what gender you want to RP your main or secondary characters as.
Pairings
Note: My preferred role is on the right.
Undercover Detective x Criminal
Mafia Leader x Mafia Leader
Prince/Princess x Prince
King/Queen x King
King/Queen x Knight
Hunter x Humanoid Monster
Human x Alien
Scientist x Creature
Mermaid/Merman x Octomer
High Elf x Drow
Assassin x Handler
Alien Overlord x Human Explorer
King/Queen/Prince/Princess x Psychopomp
Genres & Subgenres
Dystopian Cyberpunk
Near Future Sci-fi
Distant Future Sci-fi
Medieval Fantasy
Modern Fantasy
Modern Supernatural
Space
Fandoms
Final Fantasy 14
Cyberpunk 2077
Helldivers 2
Titanfall 1 & 2
K-Dramas
Black Mirror: San Junipero
The problem with turning a Soviet-era complex into a personal home was predictability of the layout, brutalism was as stark as black and white. Everything was harsh angles, perfect squared corners, and open areas with grid laid windows, oh so little was left to the imagination. The absence of whimsy worked for the benefit of the wetwork team, the five having been observing the residence for three weeks to chart the routines and habits of not only the family but the staff as well. Preparation was ninety percent of the battle, plus taking the time for such only elongated the thrill of the hunt.
Mist hung low over the manicured lawns, the high brick fences occasionally interrupted by wrought iron gates manned by sleepy eyed guards, the stillness of the air adding to the serenity that would imminently be interrupted. Overcast clouds provided ample coverage, the lack of rising sunlight meant a lack of shadow thus the team’s movements wouldn’t be telegraphed so easily.
The silicone hex pads of the gloves gripped the MK-18 a bit tighter, the trigger finger kept along the rail until it was time to pull the trigger. The vertical foregrip allowed easy checks of the quartz watch with a glance, the face on the underside of the wrist for such. It was 5:47 and the guardsmen were dropped, the quietest prr-freet followed by the sound of dragging as the bodies were placed just inside. The outside world was not privy to the ripples of consequence that morning.
Building by building the team cleared the place, any who provided resistance was silenced, any that cowered for mercy shepherded along in a growing group. The mesh veils struck unfathomable fear on first sight, the wetwork team having an air of demonic professionalism which left near zero margin for negotiation. It was 6:12 when the actual mark was found, dragged from his king sized bed to kneel on the thin rug, his Chosen treated far nicer with simple hand waves to join her Lord on the floor.
“What the fuck are you doing? Do you know who I am?” the Lord was irate, anyone would be if they were brought to their knees in front of their Chosen and staff in just their boxers on a random Wednesday morning, “The hell are you doing in my house?”
The lead of the team stood over the man, the other four keeping the surrendered staff to the side to bear witness to the birth of death. The assault rifle with half a clip remaining was allowed to hang from the single point cross body sling, the other Lord looking down his mask-covered nose under the mesh veil. The echo of the words injected with anger was allowed to dissipate before an answer was permitted.
“You tried to touch my Chosen,” the Lord Spectre gave clarification for swatting, “I do not take kindly to my property being tarnished by substandard filth.”
“Get the fuck out of my house!” the opposing Lord demanded, believing he was on equal footing, though he did not know how wrong he was.
“Not until you bear ramifications for your grotesque slight,” Lord Spectre stated in a tone so frigid the morning mist could turn to frost, “If you are going to attack me, as feeble as your attempts would be, now would be the time. Otherwise, you will hear me out. Just know any sort of resistance will not delay my intentions. So, either you can allow this to happen or you can watch it happen after your knees are shattered and Achilles tendons severed. Which do you prefer?”
The Chosen was quick to move her hand, wrapping over the Lord’s forearm in quiet plea for him to simply let the consequences be enacted. It was better to be whole and able to mend the situation rather than broken to the point of never fully recovering.
“...go on then…”
“Those of your staff that tried to perform in their duties by protecting you and yours were killed, their family will require lifelong hazard pay so they may live comfortably despite their losses. The staff that surrendered will be witness to all that has happened today, in which their respect for you will dwindle to the point of animosity and your reputation will be pure humiliation. And yet, you cannot replace them since any new staff will come to know this morning through rumor, you do not want a high turnover rate and further progression of rumors. Furthermore, I-”
“All I did was slap her ass!” the Lord interrupted, and any follow statement was quickly interrupted in turn with the swallowing of teeth. Lord Spectre had snapped out a fist, knuckles reinforced with brass under the thin gore tex membrane of his gloves. The other Lord was allowed to fall over and clutch his face, coughing up blood while choking on bits of broken enamel. The Chosen did her duty in throwing herself over him, tear filled eyes beseeching for an end.
“Furthermore, I will be taking your first born son as blood payment for my own at Barrington University.”
“He’s… He’s only two,” the Lord sputtered, his stomach twisting into knots, no longer belligerent since his children were now being threatened.
“He’s only two now, but he will grow older as I raise him like my own. He will be afforded all the luxuries, opportunities, and training just like my son. Since they are of the same age they will become childhood friends, and you can do nothing but watch from afar. If you come for him I will kill the rest of your brood.”
“Don’t you think your son will hate you after?”
The Lord Spectre knelt down to the other Lord’s level, the telltale tone of a smile heard on his words, “The hatred will drive him to surpass me, and when he kills me I will be the most proud father in the history of the world.”
Thank you for reading! Whether we RP or not, I hope you have a splendid day!
