YoshiSkittlez

I have a couple different RP ideas to discuss with you...

Where are all of my advanced roleplayers at?

@Core@VenusSTAR@Emma... if you guys have any friends who might be interested you are more than welcome to direct them this way :)

High-Casual Hogwarts Roleplay

Alright, I got the newest villains for the Potterverse...

The Knights of the Round Table.

*dodges the thrown objects* Hold on, let me explain how the most iconic heroes of western literature could be bad guys!

Merlin is real in Harry Potter. That means King Arthur and his tales are also real. For those of you who've read the legends, Merlin is one of the VERY few magical forces on the side of Arthur and his Knights. So many adventures involve evil spellcasters, or enchantments, or illusions, or curses.

Culwhych and Olwen, Gawain and the Green Knight, the begoting of Mordred, the trials of Lancelot, and countless other tales... Magic is a tool to hinder or hurt the Knights. It's unnatural and unholy to Arthurs Christian Kingdom. It has helped in the past, but barring Merlin, Arthur and Co never really meet a friendly magic user. The two biggest ones, Nimue and Morgan Le Fae, actively seek the downfall of Camelot.

Fast foward a dozen or so centuries.

The organization has never died out. For centuries, the Knights of the Round Table existed in some form or another, actively seeking to protect the British Empire from the scourge of magic. On ocxasion, they've been forced to work together for the greater good with their magical others. But ultimately, the only good witch has only ever been a dead one.

Cue the present day. Grindelwald started ww2. Voldemorts began a new reign of terror that plagued Britain for years. The Knights, all muggles, but with the resources of a former empire at their disposal, have convened the Round once more. Enough power has been gathered on their side. They have the armaments to strike. They have the intel. Now, they must finish their Order's centuries long task.

The witches and wizards of Britain must be driven out. The blood of Morgana Le Fae cleansed from British soil. For only then will Arthur wake from his accursed slumber in Avalon, and return to forge The Kingdom of Camelot.

Thoughts?

@Dawnscroll

Sounds like the plot of "The Order 1886"...

High-Casual Hogwarts Roleplay

@Infamous Auror I think it would be cool to have a teacher character mostly for a relationship some of the students wouldn't be able to have with one another. Let's face it, Harry couldn't have done very much without Hagrid lol.

But I'll have to think on it a bit - see what kind of characters we get. But I will most definitely be making a student as well.

I have a couple different RP ideas to discuss with you...

@Core Sweet! Thank you so much for your feedback!

I have a couple different RP ideas to discuss with you...

@VenusSTAR Haha noted! And honestly I probably would be able to run more than one of these, if it came down to it. Did you have a preference of the three?

I have a couple different RP ideas to discuss with you...

@Emma Awesome! Thank you for your interest. I would like to see what a few other people say, though, before I decide on anything :)

I have a couple different RP ideas to discuss with you...

@VenusSTAR Thank you very much! Did you have interest in any of them?

I have a couple different RP ideas to discuss with you...

Not the best title in the world, I know, but I don't have an idea for just any one roleplay. In fact, I have several. But before I just post them out there, hoping to get interest in at least one of them, I wanted to run my ideas through you guys first and get a general idea of what people might be in the mood for.

Superhero-Based Roleplays

X-Men Noire - @Ghost Shadow @Vicier Set in an alternate universe, the roleplay takes place just after WW2. Charles, Erik and Logan have recently come together and have decided to build a school for young mutants. Only problem is, the world is still recovering from the war, so they have to settle on turning an old, abandoned bar into some kind of school. Will accept both canon and original characters. Would also be looking for someone to play Erik and Charles, as I will be taking on Logan.

Marvel Universe - This one would be more heavily based on using canon characters. I like the idea of a civil war between the two factions, but as a huge comic book nerd, the movie just blew through it much too quickly. This roleplay would showcase the struggles each side has to endure every day in order to achieve what it is that they want. Not to mention, Nick Fury has gone missing (again) when both sides needed him most.

DC Universe - @Ghost Shadow This one is probably the least fleshed-out out of all of them. Anyone ever play Injustice? Something like that. Something that pulls all of the DC heroes and villains together for quite the "party." In fact... this one might just be a sandbox. Get some characters going and just see what happens. As much as I love Suicide Squad, I'm a little burnt out on just that one story-line. Not saying the Suicide Squad couldn't be in it, but having it more open I feel would be better for others that might want to play a hero, or a Teen Titan, and so on.

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Harry Potter

Harry Potter Post War - So Voldemort is dead, Harry Potter is probably in his fifties, and the whole Wizarding World is safe for the rest of life itself. Um... no. Pretty sure some other Wizard is going to come along and try to finish what Voldemort started. Maybe a grandson of one of the Death Eaters? Maybe just another young boy in school that took his learning the wrong way. Either, or, the Ministry had better be prepared which means Aurors. Maybe the Aurors aren't allowed to talk about a new rise of power. Maybe they have to meet in secret much like how the Order did. Maybe the Ministry got lazy and decided that they don't need anyone to protect them anymore if there isn't a threat, and disbanded the job altogether until they realize that they were wrong and have to pull what Aurors they can out of retirement. Endless possibilities here, folks!

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Sci-Fi

The Tales of New Ancora - @Mach2 @Gonzo @Ghost Shadow Definitely a sandbox roleplay where a lot of inspiration came from the video game Deus Ex. Set in the future, New Ancora is divided up into different districts. Whatever district you are from, basically explains your social status. Robots are a thing, cybernetics are a thing, the drug cartel is definitely a thing... The only thing is, is that no one has ever really been outside of New Ancora, and no one ever really comes in. So what is beyond their beautiful city, anyway? And what is the Government hiding?

**This roleplay has been created and can be found here**

Incarceron - Aliens. Basically, think The Hunger Games and Mass Effect and mix them together. I thought of this quite a number of years ago where Bounty Hunter's are tasked to go to any and all planets in their universe and abduct different alien species and races throughout the galaxy, putting them on one planet where they are to survive by any means necessary for general entertainment for the mass government.

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Other

Streets on Fire - @Blitz A rather simple one, this has to do with a territory war. Two gangs rule the city, but never get along. Pick a side and see how quickly you'll get your ass beat (haha jk). Mostly open-world, this roleplay has to do with the struggles of maintaining your own turf without stirring up any trouble. Unless you're a trouble-maker, of course, and can't help but to poke the bear.

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Anyway, just a few suggestions to get a general consensus amongst you guys. Got any ideas of your own to throw into one of these? Great! Let me know! I could use a co-GM or two.

And those of you who I tagged, I wanted to make sure you were involved even if you don't particularly want to or have the time to roleplay. Some of these are rehashes that you were involved with at one time. I don't want anyone thinking I'm stealing their work.

◊ 𝔗𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔓𝔞𝔤𝔢𝔰 ◊ [ Fairy-Tale/ Disney Inspired Roleplay ]

Scar - Present Day - The Pride Lands

There was an overwhelming aroma of fermented grapes and perfume filling the small room that Scar spent most of his time in for relaxation. Lounging back in the plush red settee, he turned his head slightly to let his dark eyes flicker over to the half-naked woman reapplying a generous amount of oils to her hands. With a sweeping gesture of his hand he motioned for the girl to come back to him, relaxing his neck back against the settee, hanging over the lip a bit as his head was up slightly higher than the height of it's back. She was hesitant at first, choosing to go the long way around to mind the massive lion that lay at his feet, as content and lazy as a stuffed pig.

Head tossed back and body sinking into the plush cushions below him, a gravely sound came from Scar's throat as he felt the servant running her oiled hands on his bare chest and shoulders, making his already tanned skin shine. With his eyes closed, the hands of a woman running over his bare skin, the King couldn't help but to chuckle at his good fortune. He had absolutely everything he could ever want. Power, women, riches galore... and a particular pleasing memory of ending his brother's life by running a blade through his ribs, and then threw him off of a cliff.

“Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word."

Raising his head back up to rest properly on his shoulders, Scar motioned over another woman to bring him a goblet of wine before continuing on in his recite, talking to no one in particular but feeling the need to fill the empty air around them with something. The Lion at his feet responded to his movement, lifting it's head up from the floor and simply watched the servant.

"The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old."

His dark eyes happened over to a second slave girl, a knowing smile flickering across his lips as she refused to make eye contact with him. He kept his eyes on the woman, hearing the sound of his wine being poured into a goblet which was then handed to him, and he took it respectfully, now speaking directly to her.

"Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold."

The slave girl who Scar had his eyes on fidgeted on her feet, the thin scrap of silk he had all his slave girls wearing slipping down over her chest a bit but she freed a hand from the tray she was holding to cover herself back up, going out of her way to keep her eyes away from him.

"Some love too little, some too long,
Some sell, and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears,
And some without a sigh.
For each man kills the thing he loves,
Yet each man does. Not. Die!"

His eyes narrowed on the slave girl, for a moment, before his smile returned causing his face to lighten as if his own words were bringing him pleasure.

"Long. Live. The King!" He shouted in a cheer, raising his goblet into the air as a sort of toast to himself. The lion, in response, let out a mighty roar that had the walls shaking in the animals act of celebration. Chuckling, Scar then brought the goblet of wine to his lips, his leg swinging from the settee below him and let out a graveled laugh, draining the goblet of it's contents and catching the eye of the slave girl as he did so. She was a thin woman, forced into Scar's particular taste of what a woman should look like physically, bound by shackles at her ankles and holding a tray of assorted fruits for his consumption should he ever need it. Her jaw was set firmly, the hands holding onto the tray shaking as her grip tightened and the moment she made eye contact with Scar, she jerked her head and looked the other way.

"Oh Sarabi, do lighten up!" Scar lulled, rolling his thick neck around on his shoulders with his eyes rolling back, as if all hope had been lost and the mood entirely ruined.

"Not while you still stand where he once stood." Sarabi replied, keeping her head to the side to give him her profile. Scar in turn sat up on the settee, practically throwing his massive body off of it, having to jump over the lion, and lunged at her, closing the distance between them with just a few powerful strides. Sarabi flinched, but held her own as Scar snatched a pear from the tray of fruit she was holding. Keeping his eyes on her, his head a mere three inches away from hers, he bit into the flesh of the fruit, feeling the juices gush from his mouth and trickled down, getting caught up in the hair that made up his small beard. His stare was piercing, and the longer he did so, the more she began to shake but not of fear; but of raw anger.

The Lion, having quickly picked up on its master's stress, heaved it's large body up and onto its feet. It stalked over to the pair, it's head kept low and ears flat, yellow eyes fixed on Sarabi as a warning growl emmited from its throat.

Sarabi had always proven to be the more difficult of his servants. It might of had to do with the fact that she was his brother, Mufasa's wife, before he had brought an end to his brother, but Scar couldn't be entirely sure... nor did he really care. There was something... overall satisfying of forcing the wife of his brother into submitting to his each and every desire. With his opposite hand, Scar reached out and traced his fingers over her prominent jaw line, of which Sarabi immediately jerked her head away from his touch, causing Scar to smirk with a mouth half-full of pear.

"Bansai?" Scar called out, his voice somewhat sing-songy; not at all matching the intensity of the look he had on his face then. The soldier guarding the doors of the room stepped forward, pressing a fist to his chest and bowed respectfully.

"Dominus?" he asked politely.

Scar took a moment or two to chew over the bite of pear he had in his mouth before speaking again, feeling Sarabi's bravado wearing off the longer he did so.

"To my bed chambers, I think." Scar replied before taking his gaze away from Sarabi and to Bonsai, holding up a finger on the hand that was still holding onto the pear for him to still a moment longer. "And see shackles bound tight. I wish not to harm such beauty."

"Dominus!" Bonsai nodded, bowing again before motioning with his hand. Two other stationed guards jumped to attention and walked to Sarabi, one using a key to release the shackles at her feet while the other did away with the fruit tray she was holding and began to bind her arms together.

"You may take body of wife belonging to departed brother, Taka, but actions forced will not mask your unfitting rule!" Sarabi cried out, a fire in her eyes as she struggled against the two men that were now dragging her away. "YOU WILL NEVER AMOUNT TO MUFASA!" she called out as they dragged her into the hall, slamming the doors shut behind them causing her last words and the sound of the doors to echo all around them.

Anger suddenly fueled his blood then as his hand balled up into a tight fist, crushing the pear in his grasp into a sticky mess of juice all over his hand. He let out a cry of rage, going over to the remaining servant woman and knocked the tray from her hands, spilling the sliced bread and cheeses all over the floor with the metal platter hitting the stone, adding to the noise of the room. Gruffing in annoyance, Scar stalked over to the settee and threw himself down onto it in a sitting position, throwing his arms back to rest on the lip of the back. Immediately, he caught the eye of a soldier staring back at him.

"YOU!" Scar barked, startling the soldier into looking away from him lest he be punished.

"Y-yes my K-King?" the soldier stuttered.

"See Malaika's history lesson doubled this day. I've a bitch to break." Scar commanded, his temper already seeming to simmer.

"Y-yes my King." the soldier acknowledged and quickly departed the room.

Gods, give him patience and a strong arm for the task now at hand.

◊ 𝔗𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔓𝔞𝔤𝔢𝔰 ◊ [ Fairy-Tale/ Disney Inspired Roleplay ]

Jack Woodard - Present Day - Tahoe City

He felt warm. Much warmer than what the usual temperature within his hotel room on a cold, snowy morning in Lake Tahoe, was. Finding difficulty in opening one eye, Jack squinted as the morning light streamed down onto his face, forcing his eye back shut immediately as a pressing headache formed it's way between his eyes. Peeling open his eye in a second attempt, Jack let out a tired groan wanting at least a few more minutes to sleep in, but he had his work cut out for him today.

Taking stock of his limbs, Jack opened his second eye to find his cheek pressed intimately to the bare backside of a woman and an arm wrapped around her waist, hand resting on her abdomen. The events of the night before slowly filtered through his sleep-induced mind and Jack couldn't help but to smirk at his good fortune.

Taking great care to untangle himself from the still sleeping woman, Jack placed a gentle kiss on the backside of her shoulder before he managed to sit upright on the bed and fish around for his clothes, finding his t-shirt first and slipped it on. Standing up, he pulled his worn blue jeans back on, working on the belt as he made his way over to the front door of her apartment and wiggled his shoes on, not even stopping to bother with the laces.

Taking a minute to run his fingers through his long, shaggy brown hair, Jack slipped out the front door quietly, so as not to wake the waitress he had met at the bar just last night. The last thing he needed was for her to get the wrong idea that last night had meant something. She didn't seem like the type that would, but then again, anything was possible when you were drunk.

Stuffing his hands into his pockets, Jack began the walk to the main street where he could hail a cab and make it back to his hotel room for a quick shower and change of clothes before heading to the ski lodge. Taking a quick look at the clock on his old flip-phone, he found that if he hurried, he would have just enough time to arrive before the throng of tourists did. It took fifteen minutes; even at the crack of dawn the city was traffic-busy, pressing the thought that he might want to think about saving up for a motor bike to get around quicker... maybe they had bike rentals at the lodge? He hadn't even thought to check on that before.

He had arrived in Nevada a day short of a week ago, dreams of his past haunting his sleep. He was made of wood again, constantly calling out for his Papa, wandering among never ending hallways with no doors feeling more and more frightened with each step he took. A heavy weight was brought down on his chest, making him stop to look at the necklace The Blue Fairy had given him, her final words to him echoing around in his wooden head again and again.

"Remember Pinocchio... if you help the children to remember who they are, you will have the chance to come back some day. And if your heart proves you to be selfless, brave and true, you will finally become a real boy. Stay with them Pinocchio, they need you."

Jack physically scoffed as he remembered the subject of his dreams lately. Selfless, brave and true? Boy had he fallen far from that mark! But he still had a promise to keep. He supposed it would be easier if he hadn't been separated from the group upon their initial arrival to Earth, but that was neither here nor there. Fate had it out for him making everything he did one step forward and two steps back.

Pulling out the necklace from underneath his shirt and letting his thumb brush over the tiny pendant, he raised it to his lips for a kiss. He would not be returning home, not when there was no hope of not being turned back to wood, but there was still hope for the others. He just had to get them to believe.

With a quick shower and a change of clothes that was better suited for the snow-dusted morning, Jack headed back out to the busy streets, stopping at a corn-dog stand on his way to get something into his stomach, grateful for the break in softly falling snow underneath the kiosk's umbrella.

"Lookin' a bit tired this morning. Rough weekend?" The man behind the corndog stand asked.

Jack smirked, reaching to his back pocket to pull out a couple one's from his wallet.

"Eventful." He replied, slapping the money onto the kiosk, putting his wallet away before grabbing the two corn dogs handed over to him.

"Ah, well, could be worse I suppose. You take care ya?"

Jack gave a half-assed salute with one of the corn dogs, chuckling a bit to himself as he then bit off the end and headed on his way down the street. He was nearly finished with the first one when he felt a pair of eyes on him from behind. Stopping, Jack turned to find a young boy, no older than eight, staring hungrily at the second corn dog in his opposite hand.

Jack didn't have to guess where the boy came from, or what he wanted. It was clear in his ragged clothes and unwashed hair that he was living on the streets, and had been for a few months now. But it wasn't the clothes and the unwashed hair that let Jack know this, it was the look in his eyes, the same look he himself held for a number of years before landing a job as a street performer and managed to save up for a tiny studio apartment back in Manhattan. It could have been days since the boy had found something to eat, and his heart went out to the kid.

Adjusting his weight a bit, and popping what was left of the first corn dog into his mouth, Jack headed over to the boy, handing him the remainder of his breakfast. Wide eyed and full of awe, the boy graciously took the corn dog from Jack and turned to leave.

"Hey kid!" Jack called out, reaching back to his front pocket. The boy turned, fearful at first that it was all just a trick and Jack would take the corn dog back as some cruel joke he had been subjected to over his experiences of begging for food. Instead, Jack pulled out a crisp ten-dollar bill he had swiped from the man at the kiosk while he had been paying for his corn dogs and placed it into the boys hand. "Dinner on me yeah?"

Grinning madly, the boy bobbed his head up and down, the worn woolen cap on his head threatening to topple off his large brown curls. Jack just smiled and patted him on the back, sending the boy on his way.

Feeling a bit lighter in his step, Jack turned back around and called for the cab that would then take him to the ski lodge, whistling a specific Disney tune to himself as he waited.