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Interested. So are we playing people abducted from various times in human history?

Concepts (M for F)

Hello, I'm Starboard Watch and I'm not quite good at introductions. I'm in the US Navy and have a decent amount of freetime on my hands, especially with this quarantine-lockdown business, so I'm interested in doing some plots. I've got one roleplay running at the moment, but I'm always bursting with writing concepts and I lack the wherewithal to write them by myself, so I'll need a partner to craft a world that's interesting and compelling.

I'm interested in historical settings mainly, anywhere from Roman times to the 60s. But if we want to do something set in the modern age, that's fine too. I tend to write to an "advanced" level, if not in quantity then definitely in quality. I expect with a partner something similar. I'm not really concerned with length so much as how good of a post it is, and how much I can work with. It's just a matter of conscious choice on my part, as I like quality.

I'll lay out, in simple terms, what I'm looking for from a partner below, and then I'll list a few plots of mine that I've already got written, and you can pick to see which one you'd like to do. If none of those interests you, or if I've already found someone to do that plot, we can always brainstorm a concept together. You'll find that I have an excess of ideas.

What I'm Looking For:

• An 18+ person to play a female character.
• Ability to write quality and at least one paragraph replies.
• Some base knowledge on the business we're writing/an interest in learning the setting we're writing in.
• Ability to write punctually and to keep up, or otherwise let me know if you won't be able to write as often.
• Enthusiasm.

My Plots:

The Atlantica Murders

Something is a-miss in the Crown Colony of Atlantica.

The four-island archipelago, a possession of the United Kingdom, is the shining jewel of the Atlantic. Sandwiched between the African and South American continents, it is the getaway location for thousands of Britons annually. A tranquil and peaceful oasis in the chaos of the world, especially in the year 1974 - with the chaos of the Cold War brewing all around.

It began at the beginning of the holiday season, on the bright day of May 30th. A body of a young woman was found in the back-alley of a hotel on the largest island of St. Bede, killed execution-style with a single shot to the head. The crime shocked the entire island, sending the small police force into a panic to deal with the first murder in fifty years. They were not prepared for two more bodies, on two separate islands (St. Dunstan and St. Cuthbert), each with the same cause of death, were found on June 5th. A week later, the bodies of two vacationers - a husband and wife - were found shot in a similar manner in their car on the island of St. Edward.

Feeling overwhelmed, the Governor sent word to London, asking for immediate relief. In response, the British Government dispatched a Chief Inspector from the Metropolitan Police - on administrative leave following an incident in Northern Ireland - to the Crown Colony to catch the rogue killer, before more are struck dead.

OOC: This story takes place in 1974, on a fictional British Crown Colony on a fictional archipelago in the middle of the Atlantic. I will play the British Chief Inspector. You can take the role of a local police officer, or a noisy islander, or maybe even the murderer themselves.

The Watch on the East

Wenn der Mond im siebten Hause steht
Und Jupiter auf Mars zugeht
Herrscht Friede unter den Planeten
Und Liebe lenkt ihre Bahn!
Genau ab dann regiert die Erde Aquarius
Regiert sie der Aquarius!
Aquarius!

The year is 1965, and the Reich stands victorious over Europe.

The Greater Germanic Reich, stretching from the fjords of Norway to the shores of the Adriatic, from Nanzig to Moskau, is unmatched on the European Continent. With puppet states in the Iberian and Italian peninsulas, the French utterly pacified under the French State formed in Vichy, and colonies across the former Russian Europe, they prove a tough nut to crack for the British Empire and the United States. The British Empire, still clinging to life in Great Britain and with its network of Crown Colonies and Dominions, opposes the Germans in a de-jure state of war but the situation on the ground has turned rapidly into the formations of a Cold War. The United States, having ducked out of the War and stayed neutral in the European Front while soundly beating the Japanese in the Pacific, aid the British Empire against the German machinations.

In the Eastern Reichskommissariats, the Germans wage a counter-insurgency war against the multitude of Russians who have refused to lie down in serfdom and slavery to the German overlords. While the border stretches on the A-A Line, the Eastern Crisis continues to dominate the German military minds, exacerbated by the death of Hitler and the succession of Albert Speer as Chancellor - the title Führer reserved for Adolf Hitler alone. Speer's own inclinations towards the Russians aside, the presence of over a million German colonists leaves his desires to leave the East at an impasse.

Speer's desires to open the Reich to the British Empire, racially bound to the Germans through blood and custom, has led to the invitation of a BBC reporting team working for Tomorrow's World. Typically reporting on the internal culture of Britain, they have uniquely decided to accept the invitation of the Reich's Government and sent a team to the Reichskommissariat Moskauwien, to follow a German anti-insurgency team for six months while in their daily routine on the Eastern Wall.

OOC: I'll be playing a German NCO/Junior Officer, stationed along the Eastern Wall, while you'll play as a British investigative reporter at the head of the team send by the BBC.

Downfall

Bloody, drunk with madness
Sing, or howl like the wolf!
My native land! What have you done to her?

The War is going terribly for the Empire of America.

The Southern Front with New Spain is collapsing by the day. The combined forces of the Spanish Empire and the Portuguese Empire have brought the war home to America, which for the last four years has been waged in the colonies in Africa and on the waves of the Ocean. Its allies of Russia, the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth, and the Shogunate of Japan have fallen one by one to the Alliance of Spain, Portugal, the German Confederation, and the British Empire. Even the French are struggling to hold the tide against the combined European coalition.

As the Anglo-German invasion force makes landfall in the State of Newfoundland, the simmering tension of discontent within the Empire have boiled over into open Revolution. In the factories and in the cities, angry workers spurned on by their masters have led the American people into open conflict with the Empire and its loyalists.

OOC:This story is set in an alternate timeline, right around 1918. In this world, Washington was crowned King of America after the Revolution, which led to the formation of the Empire of America after the acquisition of Canada and the Western Frontier. The world is embroiled in their Great War, and the war is going terribly for the autocratic absolute monarchy of America. I'll play as a Guardsman who harbors sympathy for the Revolutionaries, whereas you'll play as the Princess Royal of America - the Emperor's eldest daughter.

The Star of India

LUX INVICTA

BY ORDER OF HER BRITANNIC MAJESTY,

YOU are hereby REQUESTED and REQUIRED, upon IMMEDIATE RECEIPT OF THESE INSTRUCTIONS, to report to the INDIA OFFICE, WHITEHALL, LONDON no later than 20TH MAY. All travel arrangements have been put in place, and enclosed with this letter. It is imperative that you arrive in a timely fashion, traveling lightly and all affairs put in order prior to departing for LONDON.

When you report to the INDIA OFFICE, you will be placed into contact with a Gentleman-in-Employ of HER MAJESTY'S PARANORMAL AND OCCULT SERVICE and briefed upon the happenings in the INDIAN EMPIRE as a result of the INDIAN INSURRECTION and the circumstances of your employment with HER MAJESTY'S SERVICE.

GOD save the Queen!

Sir Montgomery Yardley, 3rd Viscount Yardley

10th April, 1895

This concept is a bit nebulous, but the essence is that you are some sort of person - I'll let you figure it out - contacted by this secret service in the employ of the British Government in the height of the Victorian Era. This takes place in a slightly alternate reality, which I will go into if you decide to pick it up. There's an Indian Revolt going on, where there are some strange things abound about it. I'm willing to work with this idea with you. Mostly I'd just like a serious-run of an Occulist RP set in the Victorian times.

War in Heaven

She said, 'There is no reason
And the truth is plain to see!'
But I wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be;
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast.
And although my eyes were open
They might have just as well've been closed!

The War in the Heavens rages without end, pitting God against God and Man against Man.

The shadow of War has touched every realm of the Cosmos, and necessitated the call to arms of all against all. In the realm of the Gods, the warrior-bound spirits fight against the tide of darkness encroaching upon their heavenly abodes. The Army of Light, the Heavenly Host, has casualties mounting, spirits ascending to the Godhead with no relief against the Darkness, demonic legions spurned on by the unconscious Corrupter, coming soon.

The Gods know that they are in their Twilight, the prophecies of the ancient Germans coming true all around them. But yet they battle onward, growing ever frantic in their combat against the Darkness to keep the Light of the Unconquerable Sun shining forth.

In one of these battles, an angelic soldier is struck. Not dead, but wounded, he falls from the heavens and onto the material plain. It is here where he will continue the fight, against the material agents of the darkness. But how will he do it, wounded as he is?

OOC: A bit of a nebulous idea here, but basically I'll be playing some sort of low-level spirit, something that your character would identify as an Angel probably. You can really play any character, and most of the RP will be framed in a bit of a slice-of-life kind of way. I'm really open to anything here.

I'm also open to fandom RPs like Star Trek, Star Wars, and Fallout. I can also do general historical roleplays, slice-of-life, and sci-fi in general. I'm very versatile and as long as the idea is well-thought out and makes sense, I can work with it.

I'm open to really any concept you've got, and I think these plot ideas should give you an idea of what I'm into. Feel free to hit me with any of your ideas, whether they align with mine or maybe you think they do. I'm really open to anything!

Der Bundeskrieg

8. Zug

8. Zug, III. Kompanie, I. Battalion, I. (I. Ostpreußisches) Grenadier-Regiment “Kronprinz”

Platoon Commander Oberleutnant Frhr. Konstantin von Kolberg
Assistant Platoon Commander Leutnant Frhr. Friedrich von der Austerwald
Platoon Sergeant Vize Feldwebel Rupprecht Messerschmidt
Assistant Platoon Sergeant Unteroffizier Philip Ehrenpreis
Platoon Runners
Gefreiter Karsten Zimmermann
Obergefreiter Albrecht Stemmler
Grenadier Niklas Pfeiffer
Grenadier Dirk Hartmann
Grenadier Torsten Seidel

3x Sections (Squad) [12 x 3 = 36]

45 soldiers

No. 1 Section (Squad)
Section Leader Unteroffizier Thomas Baumann
Assistant Section Leader Korporal Christoph Euler
Rifle Grenadier Stabsgefreiter Florian Winkler
Rifle Grenadier Stabsgefreiter Albrecht Stadtbäumer
Grenadier (Hand grenades) Obergefreiter Joachim Fischbein
Grenadier (Hand grenadier) Obergefreiter Adalbert Plessner
Rifleman Gefreiter Roman Furstenfeld
Rifleman Gefreiter Laurenz Tiedemann
Rifleman Grenadier Eggert Kottmann
Rifleman Grenadier Arthur Schaper
Rifleman (Scout) Grenadier Bruno Rosenbluth
Rifleman (Scout) Grenadier Karlheinz Schreck

No. 2 Section (Squad)
Section Leader Unteroffizier Kurt Recktenwald
Assistant Section Leader Korporal Konrad Litzmann
Rifle Grenadier Stabsgefreiter Erich Brandt
Rifle Grenadier Stabsgefreiter Dietrich Krantz
Grenadier (Hand grenades) Obergefreiter Lothar Göhler
Grenadier (Hand grenadier) Obergefreiter Friedrich Kuntz
Rifleman Gefreiter Heinz Witzland
Rifleman Gefreiter Paul Winterfeldt
Rifleman Grenadier Wolfram Merker
Rifleman Grenadier Felix Esslinger
Rifleman (Scout) Grenadier Theodor Kaulen
Rifleman (Scout) Grenadier Otto Blanke

No. 3 Section (Squad)
Section Leader Unteroffizier Zacharias Habermann
Assistant Section Leader Korporal Einhard Hanneman
Rifle Grenadier Stabsgefreiter Phillipp Ohlendorf
Rifle Grenadier Stabsgefreiter Gert Tischler
Grenadier (Hand grenades) Obergefreiter Sebastian Kohlhase
Grenadier (Hand grenadier) Obergefreiter Emanuel Schillinger
Rifleman Gefreiter August Bauernfeind
Rifleman Gefreiter Gerwald Wagenseil
Rifleman Grenadier Elmo Steinhauer
Rifleman Grenadier Philip Breslauer
Rifleman (Scout) Grenadier Udo Eichberg
Rifleman (Scout) Grenadier Benjamin Kändler

Der Bundeskrieg

Sounds like a good way to operate it to me. Roll for all our characters.

Der Bundeskrieg

Fritz quickly rushed to greet his friend as he heard Marc knocking, and swung the heavy wooden door open and beamed with a wide smile, "Marc! You Rotznase!" He gave his friend a quick once-over, and could see some dust collected on his trousers and his shoes a little unpolished from walking, "did you walk all the way here from Königsberg? By God, man, I've never seen you walk to the bar, let alone to my home! Come inside at once!"

He ushered Marc in, but before he could close the door he saw a chunking white Audi pull up to the manor, crossing the bridge and sputtering loudly before coming to a halt right before the entrance of Schloß Komturhof. The two assigned servants, new fellows that Fritz hadn't bothered to learn the names of quite yet, descended upon the car and attempted to make their services known to the two arriving guests - who didn't even seem to give them the time of day.

As you do, you know.

"No! Unacceptable! You know what I think happened here, Herr von Richter? I think you and Willi got in with some Polacke dame in my fair countryside! There's too many of them here, you know..." Fritz smiled devilishly, ignoring Hans' deliberate use of 'Freddi' which was sure to get under his skin. He extended his hand out in warm friendship to Hans, the two shaking their hands eagerly before releasing as Fritz shook Willi's hand, "no matter! The gang's all here! Well, aside from Herr Leutnant, wherever he is..."

Wernher had, as far as he knew, gone off obeying his father's wishes into the service of the military.

"He must be busy playing soldier in the Grunwald. Delusions of fame and grandeur were always his traits!" Fritz laughed, without letting his friends get in a word edgewise, "enough about him! He'll be here when the King allows him to be! Come on, I've sent away from the farthest reaches of the Reich for all of our favorite drinks."

He beckoned for his friends to enter into his castle, walking towards the drawing room where the first stage of their celebrations would begin.

Der Bundeskrieg

<Snipped quote by Starboard Watch>
/facepalms then kicks the cat. You know that statement makes me grimace, right?

OK, in light of the fact that there are 149 company grade slots in the regiment, I will do some dice rolls to determine how many people of each rank from Leutnant to Major are available to fill vacancies. I would prefer that we are all platoon Commanders, to be honest. The thought of brand new butter bars with no experience holding company command positions go against everything I hold dear in this world.

Majors: Authorized: 12 On Hand: 11
Hauptmans: Authorized: 43 On Hand: 39
Oberleutnants: Authorized: 67 On Hand: 46
Leutnants: Authorized: 39 On Hand: 30

I used a 75% fill rate for Majors and Hauptmans. We ended up with 92% of Majors and 90% for Hauptmans. I accidentally used a 75% fill rate for Oberleutnants, intending to set it at 90%. We ended up with 69% only because I rolled it four times and kept rolling low. I used a 90% fill rate for Leutnants and ended up with 77%.

These are starting Officer shortages:
Majors: 1 (This will be disregarded as a Hauptman will fill this slot and he will eventually be promoted.)
Hauptmans: 4 5 (These five shortages will be filled by Oberleutnants who will eventually be promoted.)
Oberleutnants: 21 26 (These shortages will be filled by Leutnants who will eventually be promted.)
Leutnants: 9 35 (These are the real officer shortages for the Regiment.)

Since there are a total of 46 Platoons in the Regiment, and only 12 platoons will have an Oberleutnant commanding them, there are now 34 platoons commanded by a Leutnant.

We could have two characters in the same platoon as commander and assistant commander or we may have a Leutnant character alone in a platoon with just his Platoon sergeant for advice. but as you know Political appointments might elevate someone to Company Command if you desire. /Ouch! I can't believe I just wrote that. /aargh.

@Gunther

I like it. Roland's character is already going to be a commissioned officer, so I think we've got at least one Platoon Commander squared off. I think the dynamic of having someone already inside will be good.

Der Bundeskrieg

Wo alle Straßen enden
Hört unser Weg nicht auf
Wohin wir uns auch wenden
Die Zeit nimmt ihren Lauf
Das Herz, verbrannt
Im Schmerz, verbannt
So ziehen wir verloren durch das graue Niemandsland
Vielleicht kehrt von uns keiner mehr zurück ins Heimatland

I. Teil
Die Letzte Tage des Friedens

The glittering lights of the chandelier in Schloß Komturhof glimmered against the finely polished marble flooring. The family's host of servants - modest by most Junkers' standards - had been put hard to work for the first time in many years. It would be the first social gathering at the castle since Heinrich passed on in the arms of the Lord, and Freiherr Friedrich von der Austerwald was hard at work at making sure that everything was perfect. He wanted to make sure that they were impressed by him, that they could see that he finally made it and put his youthful transgressions behind him.

Or, at least, had improved from his state of ruin in Königsberg. After all, he had kept that apartment dreadfully untidy. Untidy was a light word for it, he mused to himself as he walked down the staircase in the entrance hall. It was a disaster zone, and he could hardly believe that he had fallen to such lows. How did he even graduate from Albertina at all, with the way he carried himself about? Truth be told, the degree in Philosophy had fallen upon the deaf ears of the rambunctious noble. And now with his time totally occupied by the estate, who had the energy to think about life and its struggles when one was embroiled in them?

The year and a half since he had been recalled from Königsberg following Georg's untimely death in the Rhineland had passed by like a train rustling by at top speed. Everything seemed like a blur, and he cursed his brother Florian every day before rising from his bed for leaving him with this affair. If he could get his hands on that wretched bastard, he would show him. Yes, he would indeed.

He wondered, briefly, how his friends were doing. Some of them, surely, were still studying in Königsberg's university that he had left behind. They had been behind him a year or two; while he was finishing up his studies they were just starting. It was a gift given from God that he was able to attain a degree at all, for if this nonsense had landed upon him while he was there he would've surely shot himself or drank himself to death.

Wearing a fine black dining jacket and matching trousers with a pearly-white shirt and similar-colored waistcoat, he was a model of the Prussian Junker in look - even if his attitude on life was totally antithetical to it all. Fritz, as his friends all knew him as, adjusted his bowtie and waited eagerly for the news that they were arriving.

As he reached the hall, a door opened along the left-side and out walked his only sister Marilena, who was six years his junior. The young beauty of Lötzen had not yet found a husband, and he knew that she would sooner or later have to leave the family castle or else she would become a useless old maid like her mother. But Fritz banished these thoughts and smiled brightly, wondering what in the hell she wanted.

"Fritz, Adi wanted me to tell you that all of the food preparations have been made, and all the drinks you requested have been set about throughout the castle," She embraced him with a cold side-hug, and held him by his right arm, "everything is in order, he said."

Ah, Adi! That faithful chief of the house staff! When had he ever failed him? But there was something else here...what did she want? "That is good news, Mari, but surely he could've told me himself?"

"Well..." She bit her lower lip and looked towards the large doors that led towards the outside, then back towards him, "...I just wanted to tell you not to drink too much...you know how you get..."

"Ah! Nonsense!" He pushed her off rather brusquely, "don't tell me these things! I can handle myself just fine!" Fritz then grew suspicious and backed a step away from her, "did Mutti put you up to this? Can't that infernal woman tell me herself?"

"What's the use with you?" Marilena's voice raised a tempo, which startled Fritz as he had rarely seen her temper grow, "you are a hopeless drunk! And you'll bring ruin to this family!" And with that, she rushed up the grand staircase with a huff.

"And you'll be a perpetual housemaid! Stuck on my dole forever and ever!" He shouted as she slammed the door behind her, his face turning to a grimace as he rubbed his temples.

I need a fucking drink, he thought to himself. No, no, not until they arrive...

Fritz walked towards the door and began to pace back and forth in the entrance hall, growing rather anxious as the minutes ticked by. He glanced as his watch, as time seemed to tick slower and slower until it seemed to grind to a halt. He said in the invitation to be here at half-past five, and it was already a quarter past. They should've been here by now, he grumbled, but he tried to put himself at ease knowing that most of them were the type to show up fashionably late.

His mood suddenly peaked up as he heard a roaring engine of one of the new-fangled cars churn down the road, and he knew exactly who it was. But he contained himself and tried to gain some composure, as he waited in the entrance hall for the servants to show them up into the house.

Der Bundeskrieg

I think we should all start out as Leutnants, each in command of a company or smth.