Prince Potter — Roleplayer Guild

Introduction


Hello there!

I'd like to start off by asking you to read this post in its entirety if you intend on messaging me. While this might seem obvious, you wouldn't believe how many people don't do it. With that out of the way, I'll be listing some of my preferences and you can judge for yourself how compatible we may be. First and foremost I'm looking for someone to create stories that balance both a romantic and sexual element with strong characters and stories. All of my content features heavy adult themes, and typically feature a 50-50 ratio between smut and story. With that being said, I don't fade to black and the more graphic the better in terms of both sex and violence. Rated R. I roleplay only through the use of the site's PM System and while I'm willing to play a wide cast of supporting characters to help flesh out the story, I only main as males and am only looking for partners who are willing to play females.

While I do have a few original concepts, I normally like to use an already established universe from a piece of media I enjoy to do some of the heavy lifting, and then create my own unique stories within that. In line with that logic, I rarely allow for the use of Canon characters, as most people have trouble capturing them properly. It's my belief that original characters allow for more flexibility, creativity, and personal expression.

I like to go fairly deep in terms of the complexity of my characters, and because of that I've found it helps to keep the main cast fairly small (unless we are using faceless peons like henchmen or something). Character sheets and writing samples are encouraged but not required. One way to earn bonus points with me is to write the opener for the RP, as I almost always end up doing that.

Like everyone else, I'm a fairly busy person. I can usually reply every 24 hours or so but it may be up to a week. Overall I enjoy both reading and writing longer posts, usually around 3 - 5 paragraphs but I can hover around 7 - 10 if it's an exciting scene. I regularly try to use bolding, italics, color, and pictures to accentuate things. I put fairly considerable effort into my posts, and expect the same out of my partners. 

Almost done, I usually don't do the same kind of RP more than once at a time, as it can lead to confusion. If I'm unwilling to do a certain pairing it's usually because someone has beaten you to the punch, but with that being said if you give me a solid pitch I may be willing to give it a try.

“If I had eight hours to chop down a tree, I’d spend the first six of them sharpening my axe.”

― Abraham Lincoln

Like ol' honest Abe up there I have found that extensively planning out at least the opening scene as well as what kinks we may want to include in the RP helps make it run a lot smoother when we are still trying to get our roots in and find our bearings. Figuring such stuff out before we begin helps us not waste each others time. If you are still reading and have an interest in creating something with me, send me a message and ask me about my kink list!

Oh, one last thing. Yandere > Tsundere 

-Private message me asking if I'm willing to do a Rated PG Slice of Life Roleplay about your average everyday High Schoolers.  

-Try and guilt trip me for not wanting to cater to your preferences if I'm not interested in them. Go make your own interest check.
 
-Ask me to roleplay in public threads. 

-Message me asking to roleplay and then clutch your pearls when I want to include adult content.

-Send me a 2 sentence PM just asking if I want to Roleplay in X universe. This is frustrating both in how vague it is and in how little effort went into the initial message. What kind of character are you thinking of playing in X universe? Do you have any specific scenarios or plots in mind for X universe? Are there any specific kinks you would like to include? Basically don't make me drag out answers to obvious questions.


-Send me a character sheet.

-Send me a detailed description of what you are interested in. 

Bonus Points:Send me a sample of your writing.


Key: (My Role x Your Role)
Green - Wanting to do
Yellow - Willing to do
Red - Not willing to do

**THE TOP PLOTS**
This plot focuses on the Bloodline of Imbrius, a vampiric dynasty that originates with the Trojan War that is covered in the Iliad. This dynasty largely goes on to support the Camarilla, though there are Sabbat dissenters. This plot spans all the way from the Trojan War to the early 2000's. Meant for those interested in collaborating on long-term plots.


This plot revolves around the life of one person across two realities. The protagonist is from the Rapture universe, while the antagonist is from the Columbia universe. This plot takes place before, during, and after the events of Bioshock 1, 2, and Infinite.


This roleplay focuses around a high fantasy and magical world where a Villain bent on world domination has come precariously close to his goal. After having slain most Heroes and destroyed most countries, he now wages war with the very gods for domination. 

MC is the Overlord, YC could be an agent helping him take over the world, a resistance fighter, an enemy Goddess, really anything.


This roleplay starts during the Pre-War leadup to the nuclear wasteland. It follows the story of a brilliant scientist and engineer with a love for comic books and Targic the Garnering who's amazing abilities are used  by the U.S. Government in a attempt to defeat communism. Foreseeing the inevitable nuclear holocaust, our hero manages to create a real life suit of armor and weapons based around the designs of his own personal comic book heroes, The Freedom League.  

After dying in the Great War, his ten year old son escapes obliteration by taking refuge in Vault 76. 25 years later the son emerges into the wasteland and finds his fathers secret project. Deciding to take up the mantle of his fathers comic book hero, the son sets out on a quest to right the wrongs of the wasteland, and fight communism.


A 9 Arc long plot revolving around a Planterary Governor's psyker heir, chronicling his life from being a teenager all the way to death. Meant for those interested in collaborating on long-term plots.


A larger more macro scaled story focuses on the fate of entire species and civilizations rather than individuals. Chronicles the Rise and potential eventual Fall of an Empire of bird-like aliens that colonizes and conquers there immediate alien neighbors.

General
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Heaven and Hell (Angel x Succubus)
Medieval (Prince/Knight x ??)
World War 2 (Ally x Axis)
Steampunk (Male Industrialist x ??)
General Fantasy (??? x ???)

Movies, Books, and Shows
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The Matrix (Crew member x Crew member)
Harry Potter (Slytherin x ??)
Star Wars (Jedi x Sith)
Lord of the Rings (Human/Elf x ??)
Game of Thrones (Baratheon x ???)
Westworld (??? x ???)
Dark Tower (Gunslinger x ??)
Marvel/DC Super Heroes (Hero/Villain x Hero/Villain)

Games
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Assassins Creed (Templar x Assassin, any time period.)
Final Fantasy 14 (OC x OC)
Fallout (Vault Dweller/Enclave x ???)
Bioshock (Both Rapture and Columbia) ( ??? x ???)
Warcraft (Alliance any race x Horde any race)
Cyberpunk (Corpo x ???)
World of Darkness(Ventrue x ???)
Warhammer 40K (Imperial Guard x ???)
Halo (Spartan/ODST x ???)
Dragon Age (Lord/Knight x ???)
Elder Scrolls (High Elf/Imperial x ???)

Anime
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Naruto (Shinobi/Akatsuki x Kunoichi/Akatsuki)
Tokyo Ghoul (Investigator x Ghoul, Investigator x Investigator)
Blue Exorcist (Exorcist x ??)
My Hero Academia (Hero/Villain x Hero/Villain)
Trigun (Gunslinger x ??)
Afro Samurai (Gunslinger x ??)
Samurai Champloo (Ronin x ??) 
Cowboy Bebop (Bounty x Bounty Hunter)
Log Horizon (PC/NPC x PC/NPC)
Darling in the Franxx (Stamen x Pistil)
Avatar: The Last Airbender (Avatar/Bender x Avatar/Bender)
Attack on Titan (Titan/Human x Titan/Human)

The sun was setting and the children of the village were running its dirty streets with the reckless abandon only childhood can bring. They made their way through thick crowds as citizens who would consider themselves more grown-up went about shopping and reveling as the festival began. Jesters danced in the streets and markets throwing small popping fireworks at the feet of themselves and others. The slowly growing masses of children were all finding whatever way they could uphill, towards the center of the village and the location of the cathedral.

From atop the hill, one could see the entirety of Journey's End. The local priest who tended to the church stood at its doorway, watching the children arrive. There was a tree atop the till with a tire swing looped over a tree branch, with one of the quicker children quickly occupying it. The rest milled about finding their friends if they hadn't arrived with them, some splaying out in the grass to look at the darkening sky. 

They ranged in age from toddlers to those in their early teens and wore all manner of clothing, from fine silks to hand-me-downs. Such things weren't important now. They were of every race, religion, and creed. As the sky darkened and torches began to illuminate stone buildings, even some of the adults couldn't help but turn their eyes from their games and drunkenness skyward as the show began. 

The full moon had been growing slowly larger all day, plainly visible. Now that the sun had disappeared it stood alone and shining brightly in the night sky. The night was cloudless, as it was every year. Slowly winking into existence around the shining orb in the night sky were brightly shining stars of white light. They seemed to glow and near pulsate, with some of the younger children in awe already.

Each star began to seem to slip from its place in the heavens, trailing and arcing across the sky. They left in their wakes colored tails, all having a unique and vibrant coloration. Each child excitedly would point and call out their specific star before suddenly looking downward and closing their eyes, and making their wish. This was a ritual that had been performed for generations, though little did it's celebrating citizens know that at least one wish would be coming true tonight.




Loud and horrible wailing echoed off the opulent glass windows and tile floor of the 73rd floor of the skyscraper. By day it was a nondescript business and financial institution, but by night it revealed what it truly was; a bastion of power for the Ventrue and by extension the Camarilla. Well trained kine janitors had cleaned unimaginable gore and viscera from the walls and floors of various innumerable board rooms and personal offices. Inside one of these rooms business was going on as per usual.

"Please, please, fuckin' christ! I don't know nothing! I didn't see anything!"

He was on his knees, and covered in sweat. Tears were openly streaming down his face, and he wore a cheap suit. An employee I.D. hung limply in his breast pocket. Beside him were two other men, similarly dressed and also on their knees. Each of them had been handcuffed. Their faces were flushed with terror, and their hearts bead so loudly it was hard to concentrate on anything else.

"Well see, that's ya problem. Ya don't know nothing. Don't know ya place. Very important to know ya place."

That was Ludo. He had been a hulking behemoth of an enforcer in life, and was much the same in undeath. He had mentioned once that he used to be a wise guy in a past life, whatever the fuck that meant. Two Ventrue Lictor's stood in immaculately black suits and ties with white button up shirts. They each had holstered pistols at their waists, but they were meant more for intimidation than anything else. As one of the crying men spoke, Ludo poured from a red jerry can, gasoline soaking the crying men. 

"Please you have to let me go! Kill the others but spare me, I have a newborn baby girl at home!"

He groveled at Ludo's black oxford shoe clad feed as the Lictor poured. Ludo gave the man a swift kick in the mouth, sending a spray of blood and teeth into the air and mixing with the gasoline. The man recoiled and fell on his back, looking equal parts stunned and horrified. 

"I don't have to do anything other than what I'm told, something you mooks should have already known by now. Now for fucks sake try and die with a little dignity, eh?" 

Ludo turned to his younger partner and gave him a look of 'Can you believe these guys?' He reached into his suit jackets pocket and revealed a cuban cigar. He ran the length off it under his nose, breathing deeply and taking great satisfaction in it. One of the men, spotting the cigar, let loose a final terrified howl of desperation before standing up and attempting to sprint away from the Kindred. He made it about ten steps before slipping on the slick gas and falling over. Strangely enough, neither of the two Lictor's moved as he made an attempt to escape. Instead, Ludo simply called out;

"You sure you wanna do that?"

The man did not reply. Instead he managed to scramble back up onto his feet and began running again. As he ran, the younger of the two Lictor's sighed and began taking slow and deliberate steps after the fleeing kine. This agent of the Camarilla had the beauty of youth, and was of much lither build than his mentor. He also had a hunger and ambition in his eye that cried out for recognition, for glory or death. The fleeing human made it to a door leading to the staircase, but found it locked. He banged on it for several seconds attempting to force it open, to no avail. He yelled for help, but abandoned the door as the younger Lictor's slow approach came too close for comfort. 

Finding himself trapped like an animal, the man retreated to one of the glass windows before faced the young Kindred.

"You'll have to shoot me if you want to kill me, or I'll jump!" 

The kindred did not respond, but simply continued walking ever closer. The man waited until the kindred was a mere few steps away before attempting to leap through the window and fall to his inevitable death. Instead, he bounced resoundingly off and into the arms of the waiting Kindred. 

"Plexi-glass. Ya don't think ya were the first person to try that little stunt, do ya?" 

The man who had tried to escape was dragged back like a sullen child, but surprisingly was not forced to kneel down next to the other two men. Instead, Ludo asked his partner for a light. Upon giving him a match, Ludo lit the cigar and took a satisfying puff before flicking it onto the two kneeling men, instantly erupting them into a fiery screaming pyre. 

"Why not me..?" Asked the man in horror as he watched the other two burn. 

Both Ludo and his companion shielded their eyes from the intense light and heat of the burning men. For the first time, the younger of the two Lictor spoke;
"Fuck! I hate this shit. We're fucking kindred and out here burning perfectly good bloodbags! Not to mention the Rotschreck!"

Ludo shrugged dismissively. "Order's are orders. 'sides, I'm sure we'll get to have some fun with this mook. He tried to run away, you know what the boss thinks of that."

Name: Jameson Aldous Deschain

Gender: Male

Age: 21

Personality: Jameson has led many small groups of friends throughout his life, and has always been a social creature. Though more extroverted in his younger days, he still finds himself more often in company than alone. He is quick to anger, though also quick to calm. He is a only child, and is unusually proud of the Deschain lineage, including his father, James.

Pre-End the young Jameson was deeply committed to a young girl, and her apparent death has deeply scarred Jameson. He has become more reserved and withdrawn, and though still merciful, he has learned the Law of the Jungle in these troubled times. He is a man who tries to show kindness only where it is convenient, though he still wrestles with his humanity.

Physical Description: James stands at a solid five ten, and would be described as medium in build. Before the collapse, he was often told he looked extremely close to Harry Potter, and age has only complimented this. Unfortunately, like Harry Potter, Jameson is near blind without his glasses, and is severely disadvantaged without them.

He is only barely above average in strength and endurance, and these traits have only recently culminated after the collapse. He has fairly long hair that would remind one of a rebellious adolescent, and it is the color of deep oak. He appears to wear a military jacket at all times, belonging to his father and only slightly too big for him. He has a near constant five o’clock shadow, and usually has a cigarette placed in the corner of his mouth.

Background

Jameson seems haunted by the numerous deaths of his friends and family, and this very well could be the reason why he is slow to warm to people in this brave new world. Little is known of him, besides the only two surviving members of his previous group; Jacob and Ryan.

What little details his two surviving friends will share paint a picture of blood. They had originated in Wyoming, and during the progressive breakdown of the United States, his group had slowly become more militant, aiding in protests against their corrupt
government.

Back then they had numbered nearly thirty or forty strong. Though details are scarce as to what exactly caused the internal civil war among his militia, it is clear brother killed brother, and the majority of the group lay dead, with the few survivors breaking away and being cast into the wind.

The fiancé of Jameson did seem to survive the slaughter, and convinced him to head to Michigan, where her family still lived. They began their long trek across the United States right as the last of the chaos began to die down, but it was somewhere in Michigan that his fiancée and his group were separated, during a particularly fierce gunfight with bandits. He had told her to run and hide, and never saw her again.

Now having reached Detroit, and having picked up a few more survivors to replenish their numbers, Jameson hopes to settle the ruined town and carve out a small piece of Civilization in this dark world.

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