Might I suggest doing a Sin City roleplay in Free/Casual/Advanced instead of 1x1?
I know you posted here in 1x1 specifically cause you wanted to do a 1x1, obviously, but if you're really interested in doing a Sin City roleplay then I don't think it'd be a bad idea to let more people join in, if you're up for that. Sin City has a variety of characters and storylines and it would be a perfect fit for multiple players.
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"Sent to prison via employer"
Are you wanting it to be a player-character or do you want me to provide some NPC's?
The The Plague and the Great Blight began about 10 years ago and lasted for the next 8.5 years. After those eight and a half years (roughly 1.5 years ago) the Blightlord invaded the mainland, rolled over the factions within a few months, and has been dealing the last pockets of resistance for the time being.
Elaria is in the northeast; if one was to travel westwards, they'd trek through Varan and eventually into Westmarch. If you traveled southwest you'd go through Remes and finally into Sulture (located in the far southwest). So no, Elaria only borders Varan, Remes, and the eastern portion of the map (part Badlands, part Elaria). I could give a map later, but it would be a horribly made map.
Elaria is in the northeast; if one was to travel westwards, they'd trek through Varan and eventually into Westmarch. If you traveled southwest you'd go through Remes and finally into Sulture (located in the far southwest). So no, Elaria only borders Varan, Remes, and the eastern portion of the map (part Badlands, part Elaria). I could give a map later, but it would be a horribly made map.
The Yuan-ti individual exited his craft, folded his arms, and gave Six a quick look over. "I am a mercenary," he began. A mercenary was exactly the sort of person Six needed. "This means I will do almost anything if the price is right. Unfortunately I'm afraid I have some personal business to attend to before I can take on any new assignments, Agent Six. But I do have a few minutes to spare, if you would tell me a little more about this mission, and exactly what kind of 'agent' you are."
Six realized the Yuan-ti wasn't as hostile as Dax had expected and so rested his arms a bit. He too folded his arms and began slowly pacing to his left, overlooking the impressive starcraft that Yuan-ti was piloting. "My services belong to no agency, mister Kerso. 'Agent' is merely a title given to me due to my working relationship with my employer, a name I don't feel all to comfortable giving out until I know you're ready to help me. My mission concerns Gortex, the terrorist-mercenary leader who is responsible fro several attacks within Republic and Federation space, as well as repeated aggravations within Deadzone. And before you ask, mister Kerso, no - I am not a poiliceman of any sort. My loyalties do not lie with the Republic nor the Federation; I work alongside my employer - not for him. If you join me, you will also be given that same amount of freedom." Six thought for a moment to ensure everything sounded right. "Oh, and if you're truly committed to my team mister Kerso, I will try my best to help you with whatever personal problems you have. I can't have my team hanging onto threads, so the quicker we deal with loose ends the better."
By that time Six had finished his pacing and had walked in a full circle around Hessta, back to his own ship. He slowly leaned backwards, allowing his whole body to lean on the ship in a smooth, calm, and relaxed yet anxious position. He folded his arms and awaited Hessta's reply.
Six realized the Yuan-ti wasn't as hostile as Dax had expected and so rested his arms a bit. He too folded his arms and began slowly pacing to his left, overlooking the impressive starcraft that Yuan-ti was piloting. "My services belong to no agency, mister Kerso. 'Agent' is merely a title given to me due to my working relationship with my employer, a name I don't feel all to comfortable giving out until I know you're ready to help me. My mission concerns Gortex, the terrorist-mercenary leader who is responsible fro several attacks within Republic and Federation space, as well as repeated aggravations within Deadzone. And before you ask, mister Kerso, no - I am not a poiliceman of any sort. My loyalties do not lie with the Republic nor the Federation; I work alongside my employer - not for him. If you join me, you will also be given that same amount of freedom." Six thought for a moment to ensure everything sounded right. "Oh, and if you're truly committed to my team mister Kerso, I will try my best to help you with whatever personal problems you have. I can't have my team hanging onto threads, so the quicker we deal with loose ends the better."
By that time Six had finished his pacing and had walked in a full circle around Hessta, back to his own ship. He slowly leaned backwards, allowing his whole body to lean on the ship in a smooth, calm, and relaxed yet anxious position. He folded his arms and awaited Hessta's reply.
I'm dozing off, but then I feel her crawl into bed. She slides in close, curling up like she always does. I instinctively roll on my side, wrapping both arms around her. She snuggles in quietly, without a sound, digging her head into my chest and folding her arms around my abdomen. I move one hand up to her head, stroking her soft, blonde hair. It's still damp from her shower, but she's dried it off as much as she could. She breaths slowly, barely moving. She's calm; relaxed; happy; she feels safe. A warm feeling erupts from my heart when I imagine her face in my mind. It's smooth; beautiful; perfect. "Damn," I tell myself, "you did good; you did good." She's mine. My baby girl. My own flesh and blood. I love her and she loves me, it's a mutual feeling, and we both know it. She's mine, all mine. No one can hurt you, no one can touch her, no one can make her feel sad. It's a perfect moment... wrapped up in my arms... warm; comfortable; relaxed; safe.
"Maybe I should try sleeping in my own room tonight, daddy," she says. Her voice is soft and quiet, sweet and innocent, and it weakens me because I know it brings out the sensitive side of me. At first I want to tell her "no," but I can't just blatantly deny her wishes. I close my eyes and hug her tighter before finally letting her go and answering her question:
"Sure, baby girl, do whatever you want to do." She kisses me on my cheek, and even though it's to dark to see I know she's smiling. She tells me "thank you" and walks out of the door, down the hall, to her own room.
It's hard for me to sleep. I know she's there, in her own room, but I can't see her. I can't feel her. I can't hear her. I feel sad, lonely, unsafe. I'm worried, on edge, and I start to stress out. I can't sleep. Not like this. The dark silence in the room would offer anyone else an opportune moment to catch some rest. But not me. I miss her gentle breathing, the warmth of her body, the smooth silkiness of her hair. I miss my daughter, and she's only a few yards down the hall. I can't take it! I need to see her!
I quickly throw the sheets off of my body and head to my door. I opened it and it creaks. Her door is slightly cracked. I push it open... she's not there. The sheets are rambled as if she's been there, but she's not there. Her own room.
Curious, I ramble around the living room. The kitchen. The dining room. No one. Then I hear another creak, but it's not me. It;s the front door. It's open! The wind must have re-opened it! "Ellie," I yell. "Ellie?" Not a sound. I start to panic, my heart races; my breathing out of whack.
"SKEERT!" A loud sound rings in from outside, and I rush out to see what it is. Just a car, speeding off into the night.I yell out "Ellie!" I can hear a yell but I can't make out what it was, but I know it's her! It's my Ellie, my daughter, and she's crying out for me!
"Maybe I should try sleeping in my own room tonight, daddy," she says. Her voice is soft and quiet, sweet and innocent, and it weakens me because I know it brings out the sensitive side of me. At first I want to tell her "no," but I can't just blatantly deny her wishes. I close my eyes and hug her tighter before finally letting her go and answering her question:
"Sure, baby girl, do whatever you want to do." She kisses me on my cheek, and even though it's to dark to see I know she's smiling. She tells me "thank you" and walks out of the door, down the hall, to her own room.
It's hard for me to sleep. I know she's there, in her own room, but I can't see her. I can't feel her. I can't hear her. I feel sad, lonely, unsafe. I'm worried, on edge, and I start to stress out. I can't sleep. Not like this. The dark silence in the room would offer anyone else an opportune moment to catch some rest. But not me. I miss her gentle breathing, the warmth of her body, the smooth silkiness of her hair. I miss my daughter, and she's only a few yards down the hall. I can't take it! I need to see her!
I quickly throw the sheets off of my body and head to my door. I opened it and it creaks. Her door is slightly cracked. I push it open... she's not there. The sheets are rambled as if she's been there, but she's not there. Her own room.
Curious, I ramble around the living room. The kitchen. The dining room. No one. Then I hear another creak, but it's not me. It;s the front door. It's open! The wind must have re-opened it! "Ellie," I yell. "Ellie?" Not a sound. I start to panic, my heart races; my breathing out of whack.
"SKEERT!" A loud sound rings in from outside, and I rush out to see what it is. Just a car, speeding off into the night.I yell out "Ellie!" I can hear a yell but I can't make out what it was, but I know it's her! It's my Ellie, my daughter, and she's crying out for me!
Alright let's check out what we have here so far.
@Enalais - Jacen Bright, a noble knight from Westmarch. I like how Jacen has experienced first-hand the results of the Plague and the invasion of the Blightlord.
@TheObsidianWolf - Will wait.
@Epic Score Will wait.
@Everyone - So far I have revealed the Darklord, Icelord, and the Blightlord. There is also the Wraithlord, Ducklord, and the Templar, among others (but they're secret for now). They've been in my head for a very long time. The Templar is also one of the Lords, but his general appearance and demeanor is far different from the other Lords; he's been more of a religious type of figure, and I don't know if I want him to play a role in this roleplay or not. I've always imagined the Icelord as living in a large tower of thick ice surrounded by a wall of ice, encased in snow-white armor and having blue skin; he's an antagonizing figure towards the Varan up in their wintry lands, trying to invade every year to reclaim his old lands; he is not as powerful as the Wriaht/Blight/Darklord. The Darklord has always been this once-powerful figure who was banished by his brother, the Wraithlord with help by the Icelord, but in this roleplay he is banished by the Blightlord; the Darklord was the rival of the Wraithlord, and would have been featured prominently in Under Deep, another of my abandoned roleplays. The Blightlord once ruled a corrupted land called the Badlands, but a lot of that's been changed. The Wraithlord was similar to the Darklord, just a lot more aggressive; where the Darklord wants to conquer and rule, the Wraithlord wants to destroy and annihilate. The Ducklord, if you haven't guessed, can control ducks; that's not a joke; he was once a cunning, more-powerful Lord with greater powers, but the other Lords worked together to punish him, and to ridicule him they stripped him of his powers and allowed him to control ducks; a lot of tales and legends of the Lords often speak of how the Ducklord would greatly annoy his rivals by plaging their domains with hordes of loud, noisy, obnoxious ducks.
@Enalais - Jacen Bright, a noble knight from Westmarch. I like how Jacen has experienced first-hand the results of the Plague and the invasion of the Blightlord.
@TheObsidianWolf - Will wait.
@Epic Score Will wait.
@Everyone - So far I have revealed the Darklord, Icelord, and the Blightlord. There is also the Wraithlord, Ducklord, and the Templar, among others (but they're secret for now). They've been in my head for a very long time. The Templar is also one of the Lords, but his general appearance and demeanor is far different from the other Lords; he's been more of a religious type of figure, and I don't know if I want him to play a role in this roleplay or not. I've always imagined the Icelord as living in a large tower of thick ice surrounded by a wall of ice, encased in snow-white armor and having blue skin; he's an antagonizing figure towards the Varan up in their wintry lands, trying to invade every year to reclaim his old lands; he is not as powerful as the Wriaht/Blight/Darklord. The Darklord has always been this once-powerful figure who was banished by his brother, the Wraithlord with help by the Icelord, but in this roleplay he is banished by the Blightlord; the Darklord was the rival of the Wraithlord, and would have been featured prominently in Under Deep, another of my abandoned roleplays. The Blightlord once ruled a corrupted land called the Badlands, but a lot of that's been changed. The Wraithlord was similar to the Darklord, just a lot more aggressive; where the Darklord wants to conquer and rule, the Wraithlord wants to destroy and annihilate. The Ducklord, if you haven't guessed, can control ducks; that's not a joke; he was once a cunning, more-powerful Lord with greater powers, but the other Lords worked together to punish him, and to ridicule him they stripped him of his powers and allowed him to control ducks; a lot of tales and legends of the Lords often speak of how the Ducklord would greatly annoy his rivals by plaging their domains with hordes of loud, noisy, obnoxious ducks.
Good thinking guys.
"Who are you and what do you want?" The voice emitted a very Yuan-ti-like accent. This was definitely Hessta. Six had worked with a group of Yuan-ti enforcers a few years prior. Apparently, a group of rogue Yuan-ti fled their home planet and earned themselves a hefty bounty in Republic space. Six accepted the bounty and was working with the Yuan-ti enforcers, but when Six attempted to take them alive he was met with harsh criticism as the Yuan-ti openly executed the targets. Six has had a negative appreciation to the Yuan-ti ever since, and vice versa. They were capable, agile, warriors and they used traditional weapons such as swords or scimitars.
"This is Agent Six, I have a very special deal to discuss with you." Six ensured his pistols were still holstered on his sides before exiting the craft. When Hessta exits his craft Six would ask, "I've been handed a very important mission. Your skills would prove useful in that endeavor, and the reward would be substantial. Would you be interested?"
Six kept his right hand over his pistol, ready to pull at any moment.
"This is Agent Six, I have a very special deal to discuss with you." Six ensured his pistols were still holstered on his sides before exiting the craft. When Hessta exits his craft Six would ask, "I've been handed a very important mission. Your skills would prove useful in that endeavor, and the reward would be substantial. Would you be interested?"
Six kept his right hand over his pistol, ready to pull at any moment.
I see the bio, but I'm gone wait till a bit later before I review it. Let some others get in on it you know?
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