Hey there, my name's Zoey, I'm 20 years old and livin' it up in lockdown here in Texas. In other words, I've got some freetime on my hands and I'd like to try my hand at some GMing. This'll be my first time but I've been inspired by some other RP's I'm in so I'd like to give creating my own world a shot. So, in this RP, you'll be playing Batwoman, and I'll be controlling all the NPC's and stuff and we'll make a cool story together!
Let's get some rules out of the way first. If any of these are a turn off we won't have to waste any more of your time!
1. Post like...once or twice a week? Let me know if you can't. If you go one week without any messages I'll send you a check up and then a week after that I'll drop you. If you need to go away for a while just let me know and you can be gone for much longer, as long as you need. But if you post more than one time a day, I will try to do the same.
2. FxF romance only. We can write smut if you'd like but it's not the primary focus of this RP so don't feel pressured at all. (ask me about Peril if you know what i mean) This RP can be 100% story, and it'll probably be better off for it, lol. In your first PM just let me know how you feel about the subject. If it comes up at all in the RP, though, it'll be FxF. But it doesn't have to come up at all, and I don't care what you identify as, it's call good with me.
3. This RP may deal with the worst and best of humanity. There will be mentions of drugs, violence, muder, sexual assault, and human trafficking, aswell as themes of mental illness. I'm going to portray the subjects as respectfully and tactfully as I can. I'm not going to revel in grimdarkness or edgyness but this stuff is going to come up at some point. If that makes you uncomfortable I totally understand.
4. This RP won't necessarily be pro-cop or pro-government. Besides people like Commisioner Gordon, Gotham City is corrupt from the bottom up, and I plan on having our hero battle police officers. If that kind of thing makes you uncomfortable, I totally understand.
5. Grammar! You don't have to write much. I need a decent rundown on what your character is thinking at any given moment. Other than that, I only need a single paragraph to be happy. Obviously, the more you put into this RP, the more you'll get out of it because I have more to work with and will be having more fun. Don't be afraid to write a lot, if you really want, but sometimes during dialogue or action there is less for your character to think about.
I think that about sums it up when it comes to rules and warnings. If this all sounds good then let's get onto the actual stuff we're going to be RPing about.
So, in this alternate universe, Bruce Wayne never existed. Instead, Thomas and Martha Wayne had a baby girl named, well, whatever you want. Her name doesn't have to start with a B, but it can if you want. They were murdered in a mugging gone wrong and that girl went onto become Batwoman, or even a different name if you prefer. I will give you plenty of room to characterize the Dark Knight. The no-killing rule remains in place, I think that is one of Batman's most compelling qualities. Perhaps she could break it during the course of our RP but that's up to you. How violent she is however, is up to you, the world will react accordingly.
Wayne and Batwoman do a lot of things in conflict with other people's interests. How these conflicts play out will be decided between you and I. We can go into a fight scene, with full knowledge of who will win and lose. We could even go into a collaboration platform like Google docs for faster, more interactive fight scenes, I think that would be fun. The same thing goes for negotiations, interrogations, or investigations. Let's be honest, none of us is as smart as Batwoman is. I don't expect you to have 200 iq and be immersed enough in this text game to come up with genius crime fighting schemes and tactics. The two of us planning it out will make it much easier to have cooler stuff happen, so that's what we are gonna do. I may keep a few surprises but I won't pull the rug. This isn't a game you're trying to win, it's a story between the two of us.
Your character can look however you want! I gave a few examples at the top but really anything is on the table. She can be any ethnicity, and wear any outfit. From armored, to form fitting, steel, cloth, or padded, leather. Badass, sexy, both. Just...try to stay away from high heels. I can suspend my disbelief for a lot, but not high heels. You just can't fight people in high heels.
Your character won't be winning all her fights. Crime fighting is hard, and she's only one person. So this won't be a total power fantasy. On the whole, though, it's pretty much a power fantasy because Batman is a cool badass hero who kicks people's butts and wipes the floor with crime. But defeat usually comes before victory and failure is dramatic. That'll be something you and I can collaborate further on when the time comes.
Okay, story lines! Here's what I'm working with right now.
First of all, I'm going to be changing some things and going with the classics. Some stuff will be pulled from different source material, or I just made it up. The Nolanverse, some comics, video games, other movies. Lots stuff will be changed. For example, lots of different roles will be played by different people. Probably lots of gender bending with a majority of characters being female. Just letting you know. It's an alternate universe! Truth be told there's lots of different interpretations and retellings of these characters out there, and I don't want to compete with things I know I can't do better than, lol. So just letting you know that people might look, act, or be named differently.
YC and the League of Shadows. We start at the very beginning of YC's story, with her travelling across the world and getting ninja training and all that. Late teens. Minor mysticism will be involved. This RP is not entirely grounded in reality. YC can use gadgets and cunning but her martial arts will be semi-supernaturally enhanced to further justify some of the shenanigans she'll be able to pull off. Just a little something to make sure that her getting punched through a wall wouldn't ring the "hey she should be totally dead" alarms, you know?
However, we can skip over the League of Shadows training should you so wish and jump straight into Batwoman's first night of crimefighting. She'll be in her mid twenties at this point. We'll start things grounded, with YC targeting the infamous Carmine Falcone crime syndicate and other various mob groups. She'll battle against Gotham Cities corruption and struggle to build a small network of people she can trust. D and C tier villains will appear.
Meanwhile, YC in Wayne form will be attempting to do good with her public persona, devoting almost all of her wealth and resources into improving Gotham City. Eventually, both Wayne and her alter ego will become targets as they tread into places no one should, to fight crime on both fronts.
Things will escalate as Batgirl, or whatever YC calls herself, wins more victories. Eventually she will have to target the lawful systems and begin to make changes there. Arkham Asylum, for example, is suspicious and overall not helping anything. The Mayor is corrupt. Just, bad stuff all around. The Caped Crusaders is a controversial figure. Side characters like Commissioner Gordon or Vicki Vale will appear. Catwoman, too. Harvey Dent begins making moves against crime.
Once victory is mostly assured against the crime families, more fantastical villains will begin to appear. The Riddler, the Penguin, Bane. I'm saving the Joker for "late game content", as it were.
I've got some ideas! I hope you have some, too. If you do, please feel free to discuss them with me and we can see if they fit into the story I'm cooking up. This RP will be as long as you want it too. YC can get sidekicks and eventually save Gotham and get a happily ever after, or we come up with new threats after that.
I'm excited!
If you are interested, just write me up a character sheet. Don't use the one with all the parenthesis in it.
Name: ___ Wayne (something something Wayne. Your Batwoman can have any name!) Appearance (face claim, physical description, art, or any combination): Costume (art, description, you get it): Preferred starting point (League of Shadows, or first year of crime fighting): Backstory moments (some select moments from Batwoman's life that define who she is. Use as a personality section so you and I can learn who she is based on the actions and things she said during these moments. Who was she before the murder of her parents? What did she do during, after? Anything you want, but the more we learn about her through these events the better.): Romance (Full-on NSFW, fade to black, or only married to blind Lady Justice): Text Color (insert color code here, or put N/A if you're not interested in that kind of thing(i just think it looks nice)):
Just...write me something up! if you want! I'm pretty laid back. You can't really make any mistakes here, if there's anything I want more from you, I'll just ask you if you don't mind.
Thanks for reading through all my nonsense. This will be my first time GMing a world so I'm excited to begin.
June smiled brightly, pleased that Jin seemed to be thankful. She peeked over Jin's shoulder, looking at the place they were being indicated. "Auuud...auditorium! Yes! Auditorium. I can take you there." She said. June stood up straight and looked around. There was Phoenix...he did not need to know that she was helping Jin. June could take of new students too, even if people didn't want her on the Welcome Committee. No one needed to know. June wanted to be helpful. Besides, it's not like Phoenix, or any other Welcome Leaders would actually be the new students friends. They would just leave them to where they needed to go and be all respectable and trustworthy and distant. June could be more than that. Jin was new here. She needed a friend! June could be that for her. Even though June didn't know the new person's name yet. She would ask them later. If she remembered. Maybe on the walk over?
"This place isn't big! You're just small. You will see, you'll love this place like a new home." June said cheerily. "It is this way!" With that, June went to take Jin's hand into her own and potentially drag them to their new destination.
Annie's concern turned to fear as she heard Willow mention that not only was she adopted, Willow had also recieved a letter about it. This was a strange time. She felt in the air. Everything was coming together and something bad was going to happen. She felt her legs lock up. Right away she wanted to tell Willow no. No, Willow, I'm staying here. I'm too scared to go outside.
But that would be humiliating. More importantly, what kind of friend would she be if she did that? Willow was asking for emotional support. It was the least Annie could do.
"Y-yes. Yes, of course. You can tell me all about it. I'll be- I'll be right there." She began to gather up her things. Annie began to prepare her things, slipping her shoes back on and opening up the garage door. She glanced over at Doug and motioned for him to stay put. He didn't react, which was either a good thing or a bad thing. There was a simple brick colored car on the inside the dark garage. Certainly nice, bought for her by her decently well off parents, but nothing too flashy on the outside. Annie didn't want to embarass herself by showing off.
"Let me just- I should be over there in fifteen or so minutes. Like always." She laughed lightly, referring to the many times she had visted Willow's childhood home. Willow could probably hear Annie hurrying and rushing around, the garage door opening.
Some people didn't really understand what that meant. But years of pseudo-military service made the mercenary quite skilled at falling asleep quickly, and waking up at the drop of the hat. It was one of the few things she didn't regret. When she was a child she would go to sleep tired and wake up even more so. Now, she was skilled. Great at it, even. A light sleeper, who could immediately return to sleep once the danger had passed. It was far more magical than any Craft, in her experience.
Dareen blinked her eyes open, watching Fatima literally tip toe out of the house. Some of the others were gone, too. Mikhail was on watch. Bellinar, too? It was somewhat dark. Other than that, nothing but the ambient noise of the old house. Dareen was underneath a blanket, a feather stuffed pillow beneath her head, hood removed, a simple cropped tunic and trousers as her pajamas. Everything else on her had been vanished. What a convenient Craft. Truly a marvel. She didn't know how she'd live life without it.
Well, Fatima was probably just going to take a piss, or something. If anyone saw anything they could easily make enough noise for Dareen to be up and at it.
What a strange dream she was having. Wearing that dress had really messed with her head, apparently, because she had a dream where she was Ranina, and living in a house with Johan. A Johan that didn't look like Jandar, but instead a scruffy looking pot-bellied fellow who ate too much and smiled without it meeting his eyes. So, really, it was more of a nightmare than a dream.
Dareen looked down at her blanket and saw a bug on it. She flicked it off and then lay down on her pillow, staring up at the dark ceiling. Her life had certainly taken an unexpected turn. These people were an odd bunch. Or maybe she had just spent too much time around cutthroats and sellswords and didn't know what real people were like. Yet still, the only person who knew her past was Faeril, who hadn't spoken of it since. All she had done, for years, was kill for money. Now she was fighting for...something else. Why? Not even she truly knew. But she wouldn't speak of it. When Fatima had asked, she learned something about the origin of her intricate tattoos but nothing more.
This was why she was thankful of her sleeping skills. No more of this thinking. There was plenty of boring daytime to do that, nighttime was for sleeping and drinking- and she was all out of ale. It was time to shut off her brain and get some rest. Closing her eyes, Dareen breathed in deep, and in a few moments she was back to sleep.
Most people walked by, which was fine. A part of June understood why some people would be put off by her but for now it didn't matter. Eventually, though, she caught someone's attention. A small and skinny freshman who looked very lost. They were fumbling with their map, trying to read and walk. Very hard to do. June shot up from her seat as Jin approached, but then crouched down a little bit and then straightned up slower, trying to somehow undo her initial quick movement. Smiling she walked out from the other side of the table and went to Jin's side, almost bumping into their shoulder.
"Yes? You are looking for something?" She asked quickly, her accent sharpening her S's and th's. "I have been going here for many years. Many years. You are new here, I can tell. Your map is torn. I can fix it for you?" She said it like a question, but it was clearly more like some kind of aggressively friendly demand. June snatched the map from Jin's hand and ran her long pale fingers over the tear. After a moment she pushed it into Jin's chest, and the map was good as new. It had even unwrinkled itself and the ink shone on the page. June smiled brightly and brushed a strand of hair out of her face and it just as quickly fell back infront of her eyes.
"But you are looking for somewhere? Ooowd, auuud, awwwd..?" The brunette was trying to finish the noise Jin had made. Finally June relented and allowed her newest friend to get a word in. She crouched closely over Jin's shoulder and scanned over the newly created map. The bright red rose had enroached on Jin's peripheral vision. If there was something June was good at, it was navigating this school. Right? She was pretty sure she knew where everything was. If not she could just use this map her new friend had. She should ask their name. She should probably introduce herself. Zut! Well, too late now, she could do it later. She had already asked Jin some questions so she would have to wait to get answers. Hopefully Jin liked the map now that it was fixed.
@Mistress Dizzy i mean they said some stars could be old enough to raise kids, and your character can be 14 years old. you pretty much got the go ahead to make a young character with star parents from what i can tell
On one hand, it was when she was free. No more rules, no one feeling sorry for her, no one knows she's a Star. She could do whatever she wanted. This year, she even got to drink alcohol for the first time since she was allowed too. That was fun.
On the other, she could do whatever she wanted. That kind of freedom was paralyzing. Too many things to do, why even bother? There was no one looking out for her. She could make a mistake. But people like her- the black stars- the..."corrupted" Stars. Her type were kept under closer watch than most. So she was sure that people could come out of the woodwork and put a bag over her head if she went loony.
June didn't want to go loony. But people looked at her weird. Tank tops are comfortable but if she wears them people can see some of her chest which means they can see some of her black star. It's very black. June didn't like that. She wished it was white, but it never did. It just stayed black, like a tattoo. Ink. Jet black on her bright white skin, it was matte, absorbed the light like a black hole. That was why today she was covering it up entirely with a t-shirt. She just wanted to have fun.
So that's what she was trying to do. The above thoughts had plagued her for a while but now she was staring excitedly at the new students, wondering if any of them would be her friend. The way she acted could be seen as...unbecoming, of a woman who had fully entered adulthood. June grinned brightly, sitting on a wooden table, watching the students pass by with her wide eyes.
"Hello! Bonjour! Hola!" She called out, waving rapidly. June was wearing a dull yellow t-shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. Her black hair was tied up into a ponytail, her bangs falling hap-hazardly into her face. Tucked behind her left ear there was a rose, fresh and beautiful like it was plucked straight off the vine only minutes ago. June wasn't on the welcome committee but she was in spirit. The problem was that the Welcome Leaders were all well informed and sociable, and figures of reliable, relatable semi-authority. June was definitely not those things. She had caused problems in the past when it came to interacting with new students...but fortunately for everyone she had somewhat mellowed as she grew very slightly older.
June spotted Phoenix briefly and giggled. He was outrageously orange. Eveything from his hair to the Welcome Leader shirt. It made her eyes hurt just looking at it. A phoenix was a big, flaming bird. That's what Phoenix looked like right now. He couldn't hide anywhere. He stuck out like a pylon in headlights.
"Hello! Do you know the way? I can show you around?" June tried to catch the attention of a nearby student. She was off-puttingly welcome, and not wearing the uniform of a welcome leader. When she spoke, she spoke quickly, with a very slight accent denoting her homeland of France. Some of the people walking nearby were practically children but June didn't mind- even if they almost certainly did. No bright orange shirt, no tacky nametag, just a red rose and a big-toothed grin with impossibly white teeth that seemed to catch the afternoon sun.