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Two Montana Ranch RP's (FxM)

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Two Montana Ranch RP's (FxM)

Please Note: While 18+ and Romance are selected, this is not an RP for smut. Also, I am willing to discuss expanding the genre a little. I just don’t want to get too carried away with that. This Post comes with two options. Please make sure you let me know which one you are interested in.

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(Note: she bought a couple adjacent ranches that were up for sale - total acreage 30,000+)

Diane Miller: (My character)
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The locals know very little about Diane except that she is loaded - has to be. And she is from the Deep South (Her 1946 pickup had Georgia plates.) She used to live near Rome, GA with her foster family. From time to time they may visit. Her new home is a mansion built like a European castle that took 2 years to build.

Diane brief description

Unknown to most of the world Diane has multiple pen names. She is a writer of fantasy novels, more than one of which has already been made into movies. She is well on her way to becoming the next JK Rowling. But she is also a bit of a recluse. She has to force herself to get out and mingle with people. But she needs the seclusion of her estate to write. (She won’t admit who she is until after the resume and second interview. The first interview is a video conference.)

She does have a number of hobbies. Jogging, swimming, rock climbing and rappelling, wind tunneling (enjoying freefall through the use of a vertical wind tunnel - without the risk of going splat. She used to spend time at a local indoor shooting range as well as a private dojo being trained by her former bodyguard (a lady). She loves music (guitar and keyboard) and is an accomplished player (and singer). She dabbles in lapidary, gardening (greenhouse). She has a Private pilot license, but it will be a long time before she has a commercial license - if ever. She is quite the naturalist.

She used to do a lot of blogging, but has sold off most of her sites. She still runs a Writer’s blog where she sponsors and advises young writers.

As of of the summer of 2022 she is 19, 20 in Fall.

The Ranch Hand

Wanted: Ranch Hand
30,000+ acre Montana private alpine ranch used almost exclusively for hunting and fishing. Location is near snow line. Non commercial livestock, horses and poultry. Duties include: Maintenance of enclosures, barns. Familiarity with horses required. Must also be skilled with ATV and snowmobile. Must be experienced with high country conditions. Salary will include room and board plus benefits. Send written and video resume.

She is looking for a younger hand rather than an aging man. (Best age range is 20-25.) It isn’t as though she has a thousand head of cattle. But she is looking for someone who isn’t scrawny and can handle themselves. She won’t even give an interview to someone who looks dangerous or any ex-con. (She WILL check references.) Prior Prior experience is a must. Handsome is a real plus - like chiseled from granite. Not not some meathead pro wrestler. A Montana cowboy sort.

She is a health nut. So if you have any bad habits, time to quit now.

Guy spits out a wad of chewing tobacco…
(Eeewww!) “NEXT?”

Ranch Next Door

In this option rather than a ranch hand, the male character (same age range) has very recently inherited a neighboring ranch of some 12,800 acres from his grandfather who passed away about 6 months ago. (His parents also passed some years back and he had no siblings.

So he was the sole heir. Estimated land value would be about $25M. It usually takes a good 6 months for an inheritance to settle probate courts.) The lady offered to buy the ranch when she heard about it, but the heir chose not to sell. His ranch is much like hers, used mainly for hunting and fishing, as well as privacy. It already had a house on it, a place he used to spend summers as a kid.

Rumors about the young lady will abound. It is August, 2022. But once winter gets here, will be be prepared? It is said she moved from Georgia. She is still living in the camper. If she is still in it come snow season, the camper could become her coffin as she won't even be able to open the door to get out.

Apply via PM. RP will be via PM’s.
Yes, a CS is needed. (This is basically your resume.)

Webmistress and the Witch (FxM Cinematic Wiccan RP)

Please Note: This RP calls for someone with a modest understanding of Wicca. The Witch in this story is intended to be a male witch.

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Contact via PM (The RP will also be run via PM's)

The Craft

FYI, working, so these are while taking very short breaks.

A good glamour / obfuscate trick trick Ash should be able to do is:
Walking by and not being noticed or recognized. Or maybe being mistaken for someone who looks similar. She could do the scary stalking trick where she seems have popped up out of nowhere when she was standing there the whole time. The VULGAR magic difference is that she could pull them off with her friends watching.

There are also plenty of animal tricks possible ... like summoning a roach to crawl next to one of the mean girls.

The Craft

Yes. The pencil trick is a good example of the vulgar magic she is capable of. The "light as a feather; stiff as a board" is a bit much for now. Other good example though ... levitating a petal, pushing a sheet of paper off a desk.

What Diane does is more sheer power, but is coincidental. That is .. the guy happened to overthrow. The teacher walked by at the exact right time. Even Diane would have a hard time buying magic as the cause - even though she saw the events before they happened like dominoes lined up. In her mind she thinks, "Couldn't you all see it unfolding?" (Heaven help anyone who tries to hurt her laptop. She started with a high end gaming laptop and customized that.) HOWEVER, Diane couldn't pull off the pencil trick because she doesn't believe she could.

The Craft

LOL, Diane is treating Troy more like a stray dog. I love how she is putting Ash on the spot. Almost a case of if you want to get Diane, gotta invite the boy.

Anyways, now you see how Diane uses magic. It is invisible. One could as easily say the quarterback just overthrew the ball. And the teacher just happened to turn to walk at that time.

The Craft

The truth was - her laptop was both expensive and heavily customized. She had had some serious help with the customization that would be tough - not impossible - to repeat. So she resumed her place at the table, looking back at Troy and ducked her head in a smile as he chowed down on the boudin. Mom’s cooking was great.

She had caught him saying something to the kids at the other table, but the angle was too oblique to tell what it was. But judging from the rude gestures and the indication Troy made to his arm she could guess what that was about. She smiled even broader. She knew she shouldn’t. Violence never solved anything. Right.

“Where were we? Oh right, enough shit being thrown at you. Yeah, I get that. But one should also be ready to handle what people try to throw at them…” Diane’s eyes were only semi focused, like she was somewhere o somewhen else…

The air became electric. They could feel it - all but Diane apparently. She seemed oblivious. Her awareness seemed to have stretched out to the whole room, maybe further. Then Ash and Troy saw it. Jess and Sam had their backs to the the source of the threat. The school’s quarterback was cocking back his arm to throw his football. His aim was clearly targeting Diane, who seemed to have started making a couple notes. Then almost as suddenly she smiled and the lid started to close on her laptop.

For Ash and Troy the scene unfolded in slow motion. The power. Raw, untapped potential. This was the Law of Three. Karma. It was one of the greater powers. But the way she was using it, noone unawakened would recognize it for what it was. And she didn’t even believe she had power. But it was unmistakable.

The football launched forward. It was Troy who had the better point of view who saw what was about to happen. The ball was gaining too much altitude. The guy had overcompensated for the mild injury to his arm and overthrown. But that wasn’t the best part. The corners of Diane’s lips quirked upwards as the lid on her laptop finished closing. Then her eyes started to widen in alarm as she spotted the incoming football.

Sam and Jess had the perfect seats to watch the finale. As he football sailed over their heads and the table they caught the eyes of Diane and Ash tracking the football. What neither saw was the teacher walking behind them with a tray of food. Bullseye. The football landed square in the center of the tray.

Then time resumed its normal course. Diane whirled about and stared. Then she smiled. “Well, I did warn them about Karma. Reap what you throw?” She spun back around. “So … 232 … right?” She glanced over at Troy and kneaded her right shoulder and grinned. Then she looked at Ash, blushing. She gave a puppy dog eye look. “He liked my Mom’s cooking. Oh … and I might have a better place for you to meet if you prefer privacy - like lots of acres. Maybe that is something for the weekend. It’s an old ranch. But I have permission from the owner to go camping or whatever.”

Diane was completely ignoring the scene of the teacher raising his voice to tell the quarterback to head to the Dean’s office.

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Monday Aug 12, 2019
After School Room 232

(Holding up in case folks want to arrive first … or change up the location)

Lost Pearl of Atlantis

Tasmania? (Forgive me if I just made a bad joke. I don't follow events of that part of the world. And I hope anyone from New Zealand can for give me for deleting their nation so irreverently.)

Age. Yes. 15-17. I have done this twice now. Both times we have opted for just having completed High school. Seems to be a common choice. And it is probably the best one. Gives her a chance to complete a normal childhood if she had a decent family.

So far I have also opted for your character discovering she had a younger half sister who has grown up Atlantean, giving the current quen a more (evil?) stepmother role.

Lost Pearl of Atlantis

This is the story of a lost princess of the remnant kingdom of Atlantis. You are that princess. But you were lost as an infant in America. You would never know your real parents until you were in your teens (age 15-17) when you wee in a near fatal accident involving being hit by a car while fleeing from armed assailants. Sheer fortune put police and an ambulance close by and you awoke in a hospital with people there to see you. (Or they could just pick you up and walk out with you. Time is of the essence.)

Until that day there had never had a DNA test. But that DNA test sent agents scrambling to rescue you. You see, your biological mother died the day you were lost. You biological father died only recently, though he remarried. The current Queen is not eligible to rule and the kingdom is on the verge of division.

How you grew up is up to you. Your mother was forced to remove the tracking implant and abandon you. Even Atlantis doesn’t know this part. They only know that both of your tracking chips went silent. Yours was completely destroyed and never found. As you might surmise she left you to lead enemies away, knowing full well she couldn’t escape.

A few interesting tidbits about your health. The Atlanteans started a breeding program like the Athenians thousands of years before the time of Plato. And the royal family are among the finest specimens. You have inherited that good health. You have never broken a bone in your life. Even the car accident didn’t crack a single bone. It was a ‘miracle.’ You have a very strong immune system, but you haven’t had the usual regimen of antibiotics growing up an Atlantean would. She would be highly intelligent - well above normal (though not necessarily well educated). She is a natural athlete (though less so if she has never tried to be athletic). Her vision and hearing would be well above average.

Blank CS
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Atlantis

The kingdom isn’t known by that name and never was - except in modern pop culture by people who misread the stories of Plato. The truth is far more complicated than conspiracy theorists realize. Some say Atlantis was destroyed by the Thera Eruption in 1600 BC (partly true). Some say it was located on the Island of Atlas beyond the Pillars of Hercules (partly true).

The truth is even better. Atlantis was Zealandia, the 8th continent. The other two locations were respectively a colony and an artificial island. What remains of Atlantis is now what we know as New Zealand (not their name but they know what everyone else calls them).

Note: I COULD have just made up some artificial islands, but I like real maps. For the sake of this RP New Zealand as a nation does not exist. The Maori did arrive there in waved between 1250 and 1300 AD but were turned away to live either in Australia or on islands. Those who live on islands are protected by Atlantis.

Atlantis appears to be a 3rd world kingdom. Think Wakanda from Marvel. The people look more like lighter skinned Greeks. Think Wonder Woman. Typical hair color is black. They are caucasian, but never sunburn. They are disgustingly healthy. They are a closed kingdom, restricting tourism to select areas.

The truth is that the history of Atlantis is rich and shrouded in mystery even from Atlanteans. They have their own gods and mythos. They have their own archaeologists. They were capable of creating artificial islands in 2000 BCE and traveled around the globe. The devastation that hit them in 1600 BCE had a profound impact on them and forced them to withdraw to their current lands. But they have had over 3000 years to recover.

The Late King and Queen
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The Current Queen Regent
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Posting
The RP will be run via PM's. 3-5 posts per week. Expected length: about a page+ in 12pt font. Conversations or cold encounters are expected to be shorter. Content is more important. I am not a grammar Nazi, but ... within reason. I hate to be such an ogre. But time is precious to me. If this is too strict, I understand.

Note: I use the Nation genre hesitantly as the player won't have much in the way of control to start. But control is the aim of the RP. 18+ may become an issue of the RP goes on long enough.

The Craft

Diane really didn’t care for gossip. But the whole point of attending a public mainstream school was to not lose touch with real people. And that was probably the most attractive thing about Samantha. She was a regular girl - well, if you didn’t count the whole occult club thing. That was exactly typical. But it was those very atypical facts about a person that made them interesting.

Diane ignored Ash’s brief rant, though the words about rich kid stung. But that was a subject for a later conversation. Instead she concentrated on Ash’s concerns. “If I decide to write anything that relates to the group or might sound like you, or isn’t something I can attribute to a zillion other wiccans or get from some online sources, it will get an editor’s review by you. I just …

Diane frowned. “I am starting a Writing Club. It will have a discord sponsored by Heather Daniels.” Heather Daniels was quite possibly the next JK Rowling. The first book of her trilogy was, according to sources, being made into a movie. It was about some invasion of a Middle Earth type realm into Victorian Earth. The second book was out and already a best seller. It wasn’t her first trilogy. She had written another, but it hadn’t been as popular. “I like the stuff I write to have some authenticity.”

“You know, I’m not a member of your group. Only way to check someone out is to get to know them. Besides, I recognize him. He’s on a sort of hit list by the popular kids. But the feeling I get is that they are only telling one side of the story. I’ll be right back - probably. I am going to make the mistake of feeding the stray. I don’t know why Mom packs so much of this stuff in my lunch. Oh, where was that meeting? After school … right?” She scribbled the room number down.

Boudin
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Mom seemed to think she she needed way more food than she did. Just one of the boudin would have made a meal. And she had already had chicken gumbo and salvage yard salad. No telling what was in that. She walked over with the rubbermaid container half stuffed with boudin. Two of the giant things. Diane had broken off half of one for herself. They WERE good after all. She plopped down right in front of Troy.

“Hi. I don’t dare leave my laptop unattended for more than a few seconds, but I saw you working earlier and figured you might like what’s left of the boudin my Mom made. It’s sort of like Popeye’s Cajun rice stuffed in a sausage casing, but way better. The only downside is that people are jerks and if they watch you eat it, their minds go straight to the gutter. You might want to use a fork. She handed over a plastic one.

“Nice wrap by the way. Smokey quartz? I do some amateur wraps myself. Never wear them. Used to sell them at a flea market. Wiccan, or just a style thing?” She smiled and stood up. “Well, gotta get back to my laptop - before someone decides to spill garbage on it or throw a football at it.” She gave a nervous smile and stepped away. “Bon appetit.”

Diane realized she had been starting to fight a cold sweat. She hadn’t really spoken to a guy like that in over a year. Well, she had spoken to grown men - marines. And there had been some of the people she had met in Europe. But … She knew that Troy looked imposing. He was 6’5” and she got that many might have thought he could be some angry axe murderer. She saw … a big, scruffy, stray dog - who needed feeding.