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AR's Universal Check - General Ideas, Plots, and Dream Worlds (18+)

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AR's Universal Check - General Ideas, Plots, and Dream Worlds (18+)

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It's funny how I go checking into this when I'm supposed to be doing other things and will be gone for a while after this. Silly me.

Craving dark horrors, playing a victim/target, surrounded by subterfuge and mystery of a secret society or getting involved with thieves, assassins, spies, and the like. Totally not at all related to me finally playing the original Thief games, no way.

What are some of the most confusing/cringiest OC's you have ever encountered?

Oh dear, reading these has brought up old OLD memories of some of the first excursions I've had with rping.

One was a replacement Arrancar for one or two that had been defeated. She was a velociraptor. Szyal Apporo was her "captain" and tormentor. She had a huge crush on Ulquiorra and was a sort-of sibling to Grimmjow. Because of course she did/was.

Another time back when the ForumMotion sites were a thing and chat boxes were part of it too, there was an old old version of some characters I still hold onto now. A friend of mine and I would be up on his site in the chat box just having a blast using all of our cringe characters and cringe versions of their various personalities. I'd instigate chainsaw fights and chases. He'd do complete weapon cleanings and checks within a few seconds. Planets would explode. Dimensions would be hopped. Power levels would be rated and increased as we always tried to one-up each other. They were all some sort of demon hybrid, so they'd bond and fight over that fact. We're still friends today, just a lot more grown up.

Let's not forget the cringe assassin type either. A four lettered code name, all black and leather, knives and guns galore. Police would always be on her trail, but of course she'd never get caught. Lots of diving off of rooftops too. She'd also have monologues about how she hated the color yellow and tried to be fairly philosophical in her ramblings.

OH! AND THEN! The cat people. Wayyyy back in elementary/middle school I made up a mystical world where most of the inhabitants were some form of hybrid, and the predominant species was Catperson. There were subspecies of Catperson who had wings and saw things only in a green-hued spectrum while others were ultraviolet or infrared. There were nasty enemies that I called _____ghouls (can't remember the name right now) that were these nasty corpse creatures that supposedly had no bones yet were strong enough to hold themselves up and crawl around. There were mermaids too, though they were more scaly and fish-like than the pretty popular renditions, but the mermaid totally could be pretty and split her fins into walkable legs. Two Catpersons, a mermaid, and another character had to team up to help save their world from the wicked wind goddess (totally not taken from Wrath: Unleashed) and they were a bunch of badasses but young too, just like the characters in "Ogre, Ogre", the only Xanth book I ever read.

AR's Universal Check - General Ideas, Plots, and Dream Worlds (18+)

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Kind of craving something darker in theme, maybe power dynamics or an underground world type of thing? Someone with power in some kind of unsavory way takes a liking to some generic person not involved with any of it vibes. Examples like... a mob boss/supernatural/supervillian taking a liking to a normie and... inevitably gets them kidnapped or involved with merchandise deals gone wrong/hides their true nature until a climatic moment and tries to explain they'd like to change for them/is involved with a plan against the superheroes and gets used as bait or something so the Reveal occurs and the villain has to save their own hostage from the heroes?

AR's Universal Check - General Ideas, Plots, and Dream Worlds (18+)

Craving a story of a character who got lost in magic and ended up displaced in a different world, tried to roll with the punches, became a great hero, but then sunk down to the gutters of infamy because it didn't bring him back to his own world and now is on a dark path to near-madness. Story would start at the time he just got out of jail and is found in an inn, tavern, bar, or whatnot.

Looking for Three People to Embark on a Fantasy Adventure with!

I think I'd be up for this, yeah

AR's Universal Check - General Ideas, Plots, and Dream Worlds (18+)

Added some fandoms cuz why not

Warrior Cats Guide If You Don't Wanna Read The Books

Poking my head in to see how accurate these are and old memories from 20 years ago start flooding in. Oh dear, old lady coming through.

- "I was there in the beginning! There was a Great Exodus, and the mountain!"
- "Sure, sure, grandma. Let's get you your medicine."
- "Jayfeather, help me!" Tries to run away

For real though, it's nostalgic to see these pop up again. I got through maybe 3 Arcs? Started the 4th? Then I lost interest because of The Seekers overtaking production and the writer team's attention and moved on.

Shadows of the Forgotten Realm

As a protector, Verđandi followed the group's motions, stepping in to be able to respond to anything that could be stalking them in the night. Edrion's clean up and calm lead tickled the younger version of herself - memories of being alone but not lonely, someone to come to for advice or a beat down, sharing garden seeds or the recent harvest, helping the young hunters to dress their deer. The learned motions from the old man was like looking into a mirror, altered for obvious reasons of course, and that reminder kept a gentle smile on her face for a little while longer as she stepped in to place with the group following Edrion.

The near-silence around them made the warrior highly conscious of every step she took. She'd rank herself as the most armored in the pack, and even with her comfort in her gear, she winced a little at the smallest noise her plates made. Silly to have such a small thing bothersome to her, but in this kind of night even the smallest of rustles could mean life or death. She didn't linger long on that train of thought though, for the old man held this aura of serenity, and even her facial winces went away as they all trekked along.

That haunting melody the old man hummed felt so familiar and yet so alien. It was like a forgotten tune from her childhood, something dancing on the tip of her tongue but not quite recognizable. It felt like both a warm blanket wrapped around her shoulders and the mourning of a spouse losing their love. She couldn't help herself: some of those hums came from her too. In and out she joined Edrion like a fading choir. She didn't even know she was singing along until the trees broke away to the meadow described and their guide stopped his music. Verđandi wondered why she needed to clear her throat for a moment. It's not like she had been talking too much, had she? Was there also a mental toll on fighting the Darkness that she was unaware of that affected her now?

Thoughts of the past left her as Edrion welcomed the group to his home. She found it lovely, quaint, and with just the right amount of balance between craftsmanship and nature's bounty. Verđandi gave a warm smile to Edrion, and bowed her head in thanks and respect as she accepted his invitation. For the sake of politeness, she tapped her boots before the threshold, knocking a few chunks of damp dirt off them before she dirtied his floors too much. As the first one in, she wanted to step to the back to allow everyone else ample room to enter and tour the place, but the defender in her heart begged her to stay near the entry and make sure everyone else entered safely and that they weren't followed.

Instead, she decided on a middle ground. Verđandi positioned herself comfortably between the end points of the cabin within visual - and reactory range - of the door and the landscape without. As the others filtered in, and the danger the outside could pose diminished, Verđandi found herself running her gaze over the collectibles and books upon Edrion's shelves. Some of these felt old, while others merely attractive trinkets found along one's travels. She turned to Edrion, curious. "Your collection is attractive. Do they all have a story or were they just pretty?"

AR's Universal Check - General Ideas, Plots, and Dream Worlds (18+)

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