Mitheral

Wish List (TG MxF)

Note: I plan to run the M to F change. You would run the F to M. Fade to black is fine. 18+ is tagged as an option. I do not intend this as a smut RP.

You know the old saying? Be careful what you wish for. Yes, it’s cliche. You would think people would know better. But once upon a time there were two people who kept running across one another at the college library. One was a young man; the other a young lady.

The young man saw the girl. She looked sweet and attractive. She was always dressed nice, but drove a crappy car that always ran. Either she knew how to fix things or had family and friends who took care of her. Her laptop was a crappy falling apart piece of junk - that always worked. So he never had an excuse to talk to her. Her notebook was covered with beautiful doodles. He guessed she might be an art major. But it was impossible to tell. He always thought she looked … afraid of her own shadow though.

The young man? The young lady thought he had to live a charmed life. He was smart. Like the whole college knew him. He was a lab assistant in the Physics and Chemistry department. He was a grad student or something. He was often seen with a guitar - one of those really expensive ones, or a fancy, overpriced laptop. He didn’t drive a car; he rode in a limo. But he walked with a bad limp. He had one good leg, one good arm. And he never smiled except for he paste on smile he reserved for class.

The young man wish he could talk to the girl. Hell, he wished he could talk to girls period. But every time he tried to get up the nerve he shied away. The young lady wished she could talk to the young man. But her family life was hell. She wished her life wasn’t such a mess. She wished she wasn’t too ashamed to have friends.

Then … they BOTH got what they wished for. Just not the way either expected.

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The young lady woke up to the sound of a woman knocking at the door. She sounded Japanese though she was speaking in English. She was telling him to was time to wake up. The room she woke up in looked nothing like her own room. It was … a guy’s room. She … no … HE … stumbled to the private bathroom connected to his bedroom. Everything around him looked … shorter. He was … tall. Then he looked into the mirror and saw himself. He was handsome, but a male version of himself, built like some jock. Muscles, killer abs…

For the young man a similar, but opposite situation was unfolding. He had been living alone. His parents had been killed. Imagine his surprise when some pre-pubescent teenage boy broke into the room yelling that Mom had breakfast ready. Just one thing, he called him “Sis.” A young woman’s voice responded - his own - with a mumbled acknowledgement. The door slammed shut. The young man … correction … lady … looked down. Oh crap.

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The now jock discovered masculine versions of his former life littering the room. Gone was the junk. There were football trophies, baseball trophies, Ironman competitions, Marathons. He owned ticket magnet muscle car - and a limo. The Japanese woman turned out to be Masumi, the family butler. His driver’s license said he was 18. His address was listed as Rome, GA. The computer on his desk said it was Summer. There were course books for Kennesaw State University. (He could only hope he wasn’t going on a sports scholarship.) And there was a photo of a beautiful girl on the desk. It wasn’t hidden. He … had a girlfriend. There was something familiar about her. A man walked in - another stranger - who turned out to be his limo driver, Gary. The looks exchanged between the limo driver and butler suggested a possible romance. Noone seemed to realize he had ever been a girl.

The now young lady discovered a similar situation. Except his new parents owned and operated a salvage yard and recycling center. They had a son named David and two big black dogs named Sam and Dean. She figured they had to be Supernatural fans. Her ID said she was 18. Gone was her 2018 Cadillac. Say hello to her 1946 Pontiac pickup - that doubled as a dump truck. She had an acceptance letter to Kennesaw State University.

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As it would turn out, these two now lived maybe a mile apart. They would be at the same college. It was still Summer. There was time to adjust.

Characters
Yes, you will need a CS. The lives these two have stepped into are scripted. Where they came from is only half scripted. Both had troubled lives before. Their new lives are better, but unfamiliar. Their interests and hobbies are unscripted.

Now I did write in some elements that have them already knowing their new selves. That can be edited out. That was just plot device to make it easier. The new date is actually the next Summer. They have been at KSU for a full year and about to start a 2nd year. They both turn 19 soon.

BOTH of their lives need to be developed - before and after. One option I may explore is a return to their old lives. My character's parents will be the same one he/she had before. As a guy he had lost both parents recently. As a girl they are alive again.

Good vs Dark (near future Hero x Vigilante)

This is the story of Good vs Dark, God vs Man. (Yes, inspired by Superman vs Batman) It is the story of a superhero who has that strong streak of good, never crossing the line of vigilantism and the inevitable meeting with a Batman styled vigilante who watched over a metropolis. (Feel free to use New York City. Vanguard is more global, but often seen in the southwestern USA.) Vanguard has been hearing more and more stories about a Batman styled lunatic that is taking the law into his own hands. (No killing except in self defense though and only if he must. The police are simply outclassed by a new breed of villain.)

If the vigilante is a female, there is a possibility of a romance. Otherwise not.

Our story takes place some three years after the arrival of Vanguard - in 2028.

Vanguard
Mar 27, 2025 - Noone knew where he came from. Was he human? Alien? A god of old? All we know was there was nothing and noone else like him. He showed up about a week before (Mar 20, 2025) like a Superman. Yeah, just like in the comic books. A tornado emergency had been declared in the Oklahoma City area. A F5 funnel had formed and was headed for the city when he arrived. Three individuals plus a family of 4 reported being saved by him. The news got weirder. He turned away from the group of survivors he had assembled to face the tornado. Then he took off and flew into the tornado. It glowed with a swirling energy giving off arcs of lightning, then slowly dissipated.

There were reports afterwards of the same costumed man arriving at emergency centers with wounded, assisting first responders, reopening travel routes. But he didn’t stick around for thanks. Little more was learned about the man save for the fact that he did tell several people that he was NOT Superman, no S. But he offered no name.

He stood an estimated 6’9” to 7’0”. He wore a battlesuit that hid his eyes and hair. He had no real accent. He was extremely polite. You know the saying ‘strong streak of good?’ He gave that sort of a first impression. He was seen to have lifted objects massing several tons. As you can imagine his sudden appearance drew speculation. It also drew the attention of the government. So many questions needed answers.

He was the news story of a lifetime. It was a job for Lois Lane … or rather Abigail Williams. The problem is that this guy wouldn’t stand still. He showed up the next day in eastern Turkey in response to a major earthquake. Get this: he spoke Turkish.

The traditional hurricane season for Atlantic had begun in June. But for the past decade tropical storms had been coming earlier. Several years ago they were starting in April. This year the Gulf of Mexico had a Category 3 hurricane growing and headed for landfall in New Orleans … again. The … superhero … seemed drawn to major disasters rather than criminals.

Hurricane names get recycled every 6 years. It was ironic that one of the most destructive hurricanes in American history had had the same name. Hurricane Katrina had been a Category 1 storm just 2 days before. The next day was being upgraded to a Cat 3 and was now a Cat 5 with wind speeds around 175 mph. The last time Katrina had hit if had downgraded to a Cat 4 with wind speeds at 145 mph (though in downtown the winds were half that). This time the conditions were a little different and the storm was still gathering momentum. It was expected to hit New Orleans with winds up to 200 mph within 24 hours with a storm surge over 25 feet.

Problem was, how to stop a hurricane. Tornadoes were easy. They had a path typically only a few hundred feet or less. A Cat 3 hurricane produced the energy of the Hiroshima bomb every second. But it wasn’t just the winds It was the water swell that resulted from the barometric depression. The last Katrina had sent a swell of 15 to 25 feet. This one was going to be worse. And he had no idea how to displace that much water. The best he could see hoping for was damage control. Even now the evacuation was underway.

The first thing he did was clear out a few stalled vehicles that were slowing the evacuation. There was a Car-B-Que that fire trucks couldn’t even get to. He snuffed out the fire with a gesture, then cooled it off with an icy blast of wind. But as usual he didn’t stick around to chat. His thoughts were to save as many as he could by speeding the evacuation. Then go deal with hampered rescue efforts in the path of the storm. At least this time the news had done a better job of informing people. And emergency services was doing far better with evacuation efforts.

He arrived in New Orleans around Noon. The storm was still about 18 hours out, but winds were already getting dangerously high.

Abigail Williams
Her new boss had slowed her career down, but had slowly begun to give her begrudging praise, deciding that she was serious about being an investigative reporter, even though much of what she did was eyewitness or on the scene news. She'd had speech lessons, upgraded her wardrobe a bit. Her cranky mentor was still hard on her, demanding more than perfection. But the occasional 'could be worse' was like an applause.

So now they were assigned to what everyone hoped would be the story of the century - her cranky boss' last assignment for he was retiring. They had been covering the disaster even though her boss had admitted that his gut said the flying guy was real. But he also says that if he was, he would be moving around so fast that there would be no way to track him. Better to go where he was needed and let the story come to you.

They stopped at the scene of an accident where a handicapped access short bus assigned to transport some elderly (6) out of the area had been literally picked up and thrown into the second floor of a building injuring the driver and killing an ambulance tech. The elderly were O2 dependent and could hardly walk on their own normally, much less in high winds. Abigail and her boss concurred, screw the story they came for. It was a long shot anyways. They decided to use their own news van to transport the elderly out.

The strain of the rescue proved too much for her boss who suffered a stroke while getting one of the last patients to the news van. So there Abigail was, trying to use CPR on a man who had given her tons of grief, but seemed more like a mentor and uncle than anyone short of family. Then she looked out the window to see a school bus rolling over and over at them by the winds on a course directly for them.

That's when HE showed up. The super dude (still no superhero ID at this time) was nowhere near strong enough to just catch the bus. He couldn’t just lift it to sail over them as the building was just on the other side of them. They had been using it to shelter from some of the wind and so they didn't have to walk far. So he did something new. He sliced the bus in half with an invisible energy beam and let it break in half on his body, the two pieces slamming into the building to the front and rear of them. Then he walked to them, shined a ray on Abigail's mentor and told her she did good. The ray enveloped her mentor in a shimmering field. The superhero explained that it was a life support system that would keep him alive until they could get to medical center. He asked her to help make sure everyone was secured. Then he lifted the whole news van and flew it out to a hospital. Did he stick around for an interview or even a thank you? No.

Three days later Vanguard - as he was finally called by the Press - approached Abigail Williams and gave her that interview.

Your Character
You are a Batman type character. If you want to go the billionaire route, that is fine too. Some restrictions on your vigilantism: No killing except in self defense though and only if you must. The police are simply outclassed by a new breed of villain. You know the types: Joker, Bane, Poison Ivy, and such. Yes, some of those are superhuman. You do NOT have to be male. A female vigilante works just as well. In fact, if you want this to end up as a MxF romance, that would be necessary.

Both of our characters are heroes. We just don’t agree on methods. And … Vanguard … he has the power of a god. What if he were to turn on the people of Earth? How are you going to face off a guy who wrestles tornadoes, catches hypersonic reentry vehicles, and snuffs out towering infernos like birthday candles?

You will need a good CS.

God King of Zealandia (MxF) ca 1881 to 1914

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Shadow World (High Casual to Advanced)

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Shadow World (High Casual to Advanced)

Prologue:
This RP is based slightly on an old rpg, Shadowrun. This RP, however, is set at a much earlier date. Hence no cyberpunk cyborgs, deckers, etc. No megacorps either really. There are going to be some FANTASY elements in the story, but these will be introduced as things unfold.

Setting
The Earth has never been in worse condition. The Doomsday Clock has been set at 1 minute to Midnight. Weather in the North Hemisphere is worse than every: savage winters, tornado and hurricane seasons with ever increasing destructive power, Increased tectonic activity. Road conditions around the globe are getting worse every year as it is becoming increasingly difficult to maintain them. Weather damage is destroying crops and shortening seasons.

You get the picture.

The impact? Unemployment is at an all time high as industries automate. The larger metro areas are beginning to resemble India with its homeless situation. Squatting is out of control. Martial law has been declared in the USA since 2028. America is a military police state.

Food prices are out of control. Rationing is in effect. Citizens now require biochips that control their banking, ID, licensing - everything. (NO, these chips can’t be used to track. They are too small to have a power source strong enough. But they can be scanned if you walk close enough to a scanner.) Cash is illegal. Private gardening is illegal. Cats and dogs are now the other white meat in the USA. Rats may be a substitute. Fossil fuel costs are so high that most can’t afford it. Newer hybrids are the only vehicles anyone can afford to drive. Most people can’t afford one. (Most people use either mass transit or Ubers.)

Of course, this doesn’t apply to everyone. The rich are richer than ever (those who haven’t been ruined by economic collapses).

Privacy. That is a thing of the past. Social media is now heavily monitored. The government now has “legal” access to your financial and medical data. They can read your email.

Conscription. Poverty conscription is now in effect. Most adults between the age of 18 and 26 are forced into military service. This does NOT mean combat. Combat is typically for volunteers. Most of these young members of the military do manual labor working with the Corp of Engineers. In truth this is a new version of the TVA. Older people can apply as Reservists and often do in exchange for food and shelter.

At the start of the RP martial law will have been in force for 10 years.

Characters
I am looking for basically good people for the sake of a group. These will be people struggling to live off the grid. The usual drab mundane characters made for Modern RP’s won’t work here - not after 10 years of martial law. You will need to figure out how your character has lived. This will be easier with older characters who had lives before the military state. Younger characters will probably have had to live like survivalists.

Do you live in a big city? Are you a migrant worker? Are you one of those people that has moved into wilderness zones like Montana to get away from all that and get back to nature?

Posting
I am looking for ACTIVE writers. If you think your life won’t allow you time to devote here, please don’t apply. If you do and leave, your characters become the property of the RP and are subject to death and dismemberment, abuse, etc. You should be able to post at least 3 times a week - assuming you aren’t being held up in a plot by someone else, of course.

Shadow World (High Casual to Advanced)

Link to RP roleplayerguild.com/topics/174371-sha…

Prologue:
This RP is based slightly on an old rpg, Shadowrun. This RP, however, is set at a much earlier date. Hence no cyberpunk cyborgs, deckers, etc. No megacorps either really. There are going to be some FANTASY elements in the story, but these will be introduced as things unfold.

Setting
The Earth has never been in worse condition. The Doomsday Clock has been set at 1 minute to Midnight. Weather in the North Hemisphere is worse than every: savage winters, tornado and hurricane seasons with ever increasing destructive power, Increased tectonic activity. Road conditions around the globe are getting worse every year as it is becoming increasingly difficult to maintain them. Weather damage is destroying crops and shortening seasons.

You get the picture.

The impact? Unemployment is at an all time high as industries automate. The larger metro areas are beginning to resemble India with its homeless situation. Squatting is out of control. Martial law has been declared in the USA since 2028. America is a military police state.

Food prices are out of control. Rationing is in effect. Citizens now require biochips that control their banking, ID, licensing - everything. (NO, these chips can’t be used to track. They are too small to have a power source strong enough. But they can be scanned if you walk close enough to a scanner.) Cash is illegal. Private gardening is illegal. Cats and dogs are now the other white meat in the USA. Rats may be a substitute. Fossil fuel costs are so high that most can’t afford it. Newer hybrids are the only vehicles anyone can afford to drive. Most people can’t afford one. (Most people use either mass transit or Ubers.)

Of course, this doesn’t apply to everyone. The rich are richer than ever (those who haven’t been ruined by economic collapses).

Privacy. That is a thing of the past. Social media is now heavily monitored. The government now has “legal” access to your financial and medical data. They can read your email.

Conscription. Poverty conscription is now in effect. Most adults between the age of 18 and 26 are forced into military service. This does NOT mean combat. Combat is typically for volunteers. Most of these young members of the military do manual labor working with the Corp of Engineers. In truth this is a new version of the TVA. Older people can apply as Reservists and often do in exchange for food and shelter.

At the start of the RP martial law will have been in force for 10 years.

Characters
I am looking for basically good people for the sake of a group. These will be people struggling to live off the grid. The usual drab mundane characters made for Modern RP’s won’t work here - not after 10 years of martial law. You will need to figure out how your character has lived. This will be easier with older characters who had lives before the military state. Younger characters will probably have had to live like survivalists.

Do you live in a big city? Are you a migrant worker? Are you one of those people that has moved into wilderness zones like Montana to get away from all that and get back to nature?

Posting
I am looking for ACTIVE writers. If you think your life won’t allow you time to devote here, please don’t apply. If you do and leave, your characters become the property of the RP and are subject to death and dismemberment, abuse, etc. You should be able to post at least 3 times a week - assuming you aren’t being held up in a plot by someone else, of course.

Second Moon (FxM) set in a dystopian 2038

The Background Drama

On Jun 18, 2038 a second moon appeared in sun synchronous orbit over the Earth. It was roughly cylindrical, 500 miles long and 127 miles across. It had an orbital period of 3 hours and an altitude of 2603 miles. It rotated with respect to the Sun every 24 hours. It was easily visible from the ground as a man made object. It had an overall sapphire hue and sparkled almost like a gem. But even a simple telescope or strong pair of binoculars could pick up the geodesic domes that covered its surface, each about 10 miles across. Many were opaque and blacked like ebony. Others appeared to be agricultural habitats.

Its total mass wasn’t enough to have a major impact on the Earth. It was assumed that the “moon” was at least partially hollow. At the very least it was clearly artificial and not of this Earth.

The arrival of the object created panic across the globe as one might imagine. Conspiracy theory nuts got to work immediately. Nations began to discuss the object while secretly discussing the own plans. Most were sure of a few basic facts. No nation on Earth could have built the thing. Any nation that got its hands on the technology first would have a step up in the race to colonize space. If the object was occupied Earth would be helpless to resist an invasion.

Various space agencies began to discuss joint missions to explore the object. Military black ops planned according to their own agendas.

Meanwhile back on Earth:
The Earth has never been in worse condition. The Doomsday Clock has been set at 1 minute to Midnight. Weather in the North Hemisphere is worse than every: savage winters, tornado and hurricane seasons with ever increasing destructive power, Increased tectonic activity. Road conditions around the globe are getting worse every year as it is becoming increasingly difficult to maintain them. Weather damage is destroying crops and shortening seasons.

You get the picture.

The impact? Unemployment is at an all time high as industries automate. The larger metro areas are beginning to resemble India with its homeless situation. Squatting is out of control. Martial law has been declared in the USA since 2028. (Police now answer to the military and are often ignored as incompetent unless they have prior military experience. Most civilian agencies are starting to turn to the private sector.)

Food prices are out of control. Rationing is in effect. Citizens now require biochips that control their banking, ID, licensing - everything. Private gardening is illegal. Cats and dogs are now the other white meat in the USA. Rats may be a substitute.

Of course, this doesn’t apply to everyone. The rich are richer than ever (those who haven’t been ruined by economic collapses).

Privacy. That is a thing of the past. Social media is now heavily monitored. The government now has “legal” access to your financial and medical data. They can read your email.

Conscription. Poverty conscription is now in effect. Most adults between the age of 18 and 26 are forced into military service. This does NOT mean combat. Combat is typically for volunteers. Most of these young members of the military do manual labor working with the Corp of Engineers. In truth this is a new version of the TVA. Older people can apply as Reservists and often do in exchange for food and shelter.

The Secret
The Object will not remain silent forever. It is observing Earth. Soon it will expand its coverage by launching 24 remote probes each about 1/4 mile in diameter to assume geostationary orbits. Finally, it will launch 960 hypersonic reentry vehicles. Some of the landing sites will begin to show a pattern: Chernobyl, Fukushima, Nevada desert, the Great Pacific Garbage Patch, Antarctica. But some of the landing sites won’t make any sense at all by this pattern: Dolphin Key, Montana a little north of Butte, various recycling plants. Or perhaps they do make a little sense. Most of the sites are ecological disasters or solutions.

Of course, militaries will scramble anything they think can shoot down the “attack.” But the reentry vehicles will vanish for a time before reappearing near their intended targets.

Finally the Earth will be subjected to a massive hack of computers around the globe. Anything connected will get hacked. At the end of the hack a single message will be broadcast in the local language of every nation on Earth.

“I am Karma.”

You (Male character)
Note: You can create more than one character. But one main character should be a single male in his late 20’s to mid 30’s. Unless he is a prodigy, he probably wouldn’t be an astronaut. The age range is 26 to 46, with 34 being average. But below 30 or over 40 is rare.

Who are you? Will you be one of the astronauts who attempts to board the Object? (As the domes appear to be of a botanical nature, a botanist would be a good idea. It is also easier to be younger as a mission specialist.) Or perhaps you will try to investigate the Landings - either as government, reporter, civilian scientist. (Please no whack jobs. Let’s stick with serious characters.) Obviously the government will be trying to crack down. If caught you’ll be held under national security conditions.

My Character
My character is an extremely popular author of fantasy novels, many which have been turned into movies. She lives just a little southwest of Anaconda, MT (close to the MT landing site). She also authored and did the artwork for a comic named Junkyard Jane that was later picked up by Marvel and also turned into a movie. She used her own face for the character. Some of the proceeds went into building a recycling empire. So the location might not be so strange after all. Her home is literally a mansion built like a European castle designed not to clash with the setting. She was one of the richest people on the planet. In recent years the place has fallen into ruin as martial law made living there unbearable. Her assets were seized when she didn’t turn herself in. Why?

Character Development
Yes, a CS will be required. Part of it may read a bit like a resume. Parts should give an idea of personality. A CS Blank is provided, but the format is not strict. Please hide any animated gifs. My eyes can’t handle them very long.

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God King of Zealandia (MxF) ca 1881 to 1914

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God King of Zealandia (MxF) ca 1881 to 1914

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God King of Zealandia (MxF) ca 1881 to 1914

Brief Synopsis: This is an altered timeline with the current events set somewhere between 1870 and 1914. The location centers around Zealandia (Realm of New Zealand). In this history, a caucasian God King has lived among the Maori and prevented Europeans from despoiling their culture. The plot unfolds as New Zealand once more opens three ports to foreigners.

Now the most influential nations of the world seek to establish a diplomatic foothold by way of romance. Please note: He is not actually a god. In fact he doesn't really care for the title. It is NOT necessary for you to be a history expert. Most of what you need about New Zealand is in this description. But it wouldn't hurt to research your own character a little. Bear in mind the subtle changes due to the variations of history below.

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By the time the first Europeans arrived, Māori had settled the land, every corner of which came within the interest and influence of a tribal (iwi) or sub-tribal (hapū) grouping. Abel Tasman was the first of the European explorers known to have reached New Zealand, in December 1642. His time here was brief. His only encounter with Māori ended badly, with four of his crew killed and Māori fired upon in retaliation. Tasman named the place we now call Golden Bay ‘Moordenaers’ (Murderers’) Bay. After he left in early January 1643, Tasman’s New Zealand became a ragged line on the world map. The Māori response to this visit is less well-known, except for fragments of stories recorded in the 19th century.

It would be 127 years before the next recorded encounter between European and Māori. The British explorer James Cook arrived in Poverty Bay in October 1769. His voyage to the south Pacific was primarily a scientific expedition, but the British were not averse to expanding trade and empire. The French were not far behind. As Cook rounded the top of the North Island in December 1769, the French explorer Jean François Marie de Surville was only 40 km to the south-west. New Zealand’s isolation was at an end.

This time Europeans were to be met under the graces of the God King himself. Both Cook and Surville received letters addressed to them personally in their respective languages. The messages set a specific meeting in 1771 in the Bay of Islands at Waitangi. The letter includes an incredibly accurate map of New Zealand’s coastline. Specific instructions were given as to the protocol’s to be respected - with warnings that both nations would be arriving. Stern warnings were given that hostilities would be met with strong repercussions. The letter laid claim to territorial waters (12 nm), a contiguous zone (an additional 12 nm), and an exclusive economic zone (200 nm) and finally mineral rights of the entire continental shelf. He also laid claim to a number of uncharted territories as holding a protectorate status.

In the 1771 meeting the British and French got a little heated with one another. The God King told the both to stop or either one or both would be thrown off the island and not be allowed to approach Zealandia for 100 years. Both nations tried to lease land in much the way Hong Kong was formed. They were turned own flatly. Rather they would be allowed specific ports to weigh anchor in. Docks would be built suitable for their ships. Visitors would receive a dated document called an MW Pass. It was essentially a VISA. A few long term visitors would likewise be allowed. Foreign churches were forbidden.

Little had been known the God King before this. It came a a shock that he was caucasian. He was a tall man, who had to be over 6 and a half feet tall, with jet black hair and intense blue eyes. The locals worshipped him as a god. Over time it was learned that he rarely made appearances among the Maori or perhaps was nomadic and it simply took long periods before he was seen again. It was also said that he was there before the Maori arrived centuries earlier.

The Europeans found a workaround for the fishing rights edict by hiring Maori crew to work the ships and pay a heavy export tax. But the Boyd Massacre in December 1809 cast a shadow on the practice. Europeans put out the warning to avoid the Cannibal Islands. The Boyd incident had been a case of a captain starving and flogging the Te Ara, the son of a chieftain. Te Ara’s family retaliated and attacked. This was complicated by the fact that another tribe, Te Pahi arrived and was shocked at the attack on the Europeans and tried to save them. The situation escalated into a civil war.

The God King stepped in the ordered all foreigners to leave New Zealand. He shut the trade ports down, much to the displeasure of his own people. But according to rumors that did not stop the musket wars that continued for the next 30 years. He warned that he would continue to guard his territory. But internal matters were … internal and not the faul of foreigners. Once matters in New Zealand were resolved and a time of peace had passed he would again open diplomatic channels.

It is now (enter date here).

This is not a date set in stone. Rather I have set this after the American Civil War, but prior to 1914. (I have my reasons. I just can’t remember why the date sticks in my head.) I prefer to keep to an earlier date for the sake of the importance of royalty. In this alternate timeline it would be important to note that the power given up by the royal family back in the 13th century wasn’t near as much as in our world. That is the Magna Carta was a much weaker document. The final form wasn’t written until 1688 when it was finally confirmed as part of England’s statute law. This has slowed the process of the evolution of democracy and made it a far more radical idea. Slavery has yet to be abolished even in England, though there is considerable pressure for this to happen as of 1870. However Abolition will likely take place by 1914. (1870 to 1914 is often referred to as the Second Industrial Revolution.)

Please note: I am NOT being completely historical. If anything technologies have progressed just a tiny bit slower, encouraged mainly by wars.

Once more Zealandia opened channels of communication. Three ports are being opened: Wellington, Auckland and Lyttelton. Lyttelton was the initial site for diplomatic reasons. That would be where embassies would be built. Trade would be heavily restricted with each piece of new technology carefully evaluated for its impact on the Maori.

The God King
The British and French arrived around 1770. To be alive today the God King would have to be over 120 years old. The rumors state that the current God King fits the description of the original, tall, black hair, blue eyes. But he is a young man in his mid 20’s. (He resembles Henry Cavill from Man of Steel.) He is a recluse who seems to shun interaction with others. And yet the few times he has been encountered he demonstrated civilized behavior.

The truth? He is the same man. His true age is unknown even to the Maori. It is no small wonder that they fear him as a god. And he has made good on threats of sinking ships by unknown means those who dared to bring violence against protectorates.

Is he some sort of Methuselah? Or maybe Cain? Perhaps he is Longinus, the Roman soldier who pierced Christ’s heart? Or Cartaphilus aka Ahasver the Wandering Jew who taunted Christ.

Plot
Most of the world could care less about New Zealand. However, Britain, France, Germany and the USA will take an interest. The first three will begin to consider romantic methods of diplomacy - by sealing ties with a marriage. America may try much the same, sending daughter of rich families to form some sort of dynasty.

If a later date is chosen - late 1890’s and beyond - then other nations may seek to establish a military treaty there. But please do a little research if you choose a nation other than these and make sure they have any reason to have an interest. I do recommend sticking to Europe or America though.

As the God King (he actually hates the title) is hard to track down unless he wants to be found, the first part of the RP will be meeting with the Maori and trying to convey to them your desire to meet him. Better have a good reason that they would bother him with.

If American you could be anything really. You might go the Tarzan route and be the daughter of an cultural specialist there more for research. It is extremely difficult to get an MW pass to leave the port area and to inland. Even if you are foreign royalty you would HAVE to have a diplomatic escort.

Before anyone asks: No, the God King isn't interested in Arranged marriages. That doesn't mean you couldn't be sent. But of your parents tried to make arrangements, they would have fallen on deaf ears. It is unlikely the letters would even get delivered. The Maori aren't exactly cooperative.

Campaign Secret
The alteration of the Magna Carta and the strength of the British monarchy is partly the fault of the God King. For a time he venture into the world and visited Europe under another name. He was there during the time of Camelot, for example.

Posting
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