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Mizeria · 07:49 PM

Original Ideas

Basic list of likes:

- Fantasy Settings
- multi races/species (vampires, werewolves, fae, elementals etc.)
- Greek/Roman Myth.
- Zombies (as long as the plot is good)
- Post Apocalyptic World
- Magic
- War
- Angels vs Demons
- Anythings Else (pretty much)

Ideas!
I'm on an Elemental Kick. So my ideas right now all include Elementals in some way.
If you have any ideas for some else feel free to offer them up!

Idea 1: Elementals vs Humans.
I'd really like to revisit this roleplay as its one I had started with a different partner who had disappeared for real life reasons.

Not all humans know elementals exist, but those that do hunt them for the 'good of mankind'. There are testing divisions all over the world called Alter (S)aints. Most of the people part of Alter Saints don't know the truth of what happens there. Some that are signing up for special jobs (the doctors, security, and some others) learn the truth after the higher ups are sure that they are trustworthy. With elementals learning to act more human they are blending in better. There true numbers are unknown.

We didn't get much father on a concept because we were going completely post by post. If you are interested please feel free to read the other thread. (There is only 16 posts we didn't get that far into it)

(Old Thread: Here)

Idea 2: Elementals vs The Fierce
(This was another barely started RP I had once that I would like to revisit. Things can be changed. I'm very flexible)

Thousands of years ago when our ancestors were living, there was a war. A war, that would kill but also create. Our ancestors had knowledge greater than our own, but little weaponry. But blades and knives weren't needed, for they'd be of no use against The Fierce. Oh yes, if your ancestors were alive they would know all about them. They were cruel and unforgiving, with magnificent powers. Though only the ruler could be defined as amazing to his admirers. But The Fierce wasn't a good group to be fond of. No, no. They were pure evil, and the ones to create the whole war. Our ancestors might've followed them, and contribute to the creation of the war. Or they could've been fighting against them. No matter which side they were on, their lives weren't spared. The war was vicious, and blood was everywhere. No body on the ground had a pulse, or even a sign of peace. Since the soldiers of both sides needed supplies, most things that were once common were coming scarce. Food, cloth, etc., all gone. You think that after all of the people on the good side were dead, that The Fierce would laugh with pride and go attack some other place. But no, something happened. Irony would affect us all in a matter of years. Thousands of years to be exact. Nobody had known, and neither did the person that created it. A man of old age had gone to the sacred well on the last day of his life. No, he wasn't going to be killed by The Fierce, but die of an old disease. Before he left, he had four wooden carvings. He created them to be keepers of the four elements; Water, Earth, Fire, and Air. A girl or a boy represented these elements. He wrote up descriptions for each, which resented The Fierce. The man did this, because the leader of The Fierce controlled a mysterious element, which most every misunderstood. Darkness. With this element, he could take the other elements and obtain them. But he didn't know how, but the old man did.

Mere minutes before the old man's death, he sprinkled an unknown dust over each of the wooden carvings. And after that, he collapsed into darkness. Nobody knew of this man's disease, or the importance his carvings' held. Just then, did The Fierce break into the clearing of which the sacred well was. They trampled over the dead body with humor, knocking the wooden carvings off of the side of the well that they were placed. They were supposed to have fallen to the ground and broken, since they seemed to be fragile. But they landed in a bag which the unknown dust was kept in. The leader of the group looked in the bag, only to see emptiness. The figures and dust were gone completely. And soon enough, the bag dissappeared as well. He was somewhat confused by this, and decided to leave. But his group was taken by suprise as a few mysterious figures shoved their blades into the hearts of those beside the leader. He of which, took off on his horse into the darkness. The Fierce of now only one dissappeared after resting at the sacred well. He took a sip of the water, and felt his body start to bend. Letting out a shriek of agony, he looked at his reflection in the water to see what happened. His face wasn't full of wrinkles and hatred, but young and shone mischeviousness. The last thing to grace his face was a smirk most devious, and a plan brewing in his mind. He dissappeared into the darkness again.

But now, his plan is formed. He is alive. And so, are those wooden carvings.

When they were in a sense "born" the day the old man made them come to life whether it was by magics, faith, gods, or demons the truth of their lives was unknown to them. They were different but they didn't know how or why. All they knew is that they had to stay together. Holding close to the only truths in their world would be harder then they could have ever imagined. They were just 'born' and they were running. Running for their lives away from The Fierce, evil beings that wished for only pain, destruction, and unhappiness. Each of them bore a sign, a symbol, a mark, that was proof to the world of what they were, not that anyone would welcome them. Magics, Sciences, and anything purely unnatural was forbidden in world. As they were signs of the evil that was sweeping over the lands. They tired to stick together, the four of them only knowing safety when they were alone with each other and nature. If anyone else was near they could not relax always fearful of trouble, and always knowing when it was going to strike only escaping narrowly time and time again. Soon though, they couldn't help but attract attention when they traveled together. They were different, and it was as apparent to everyone they encountered sooner or later. By age 9 it became a danger for all of them if they stayed together and reluctantly they said their goodbyes going their separate ways.

Idea 3: Work. In. Progress.

Mizeria It's over 9000!			#3
	Original Ideas Basic list of likes: - Fantasy Settings - multi races/species (vampires, werewolves, fae, elementals etc.) - Greek/Roman Myth. - Zombies (as long as the plot is good) - Post Apocalyptic World - Magic - War - Angels vs Demons - Anythings Else (pretty much) Ideas! I'm on an Elemental Kick. So my ideas right now all include Elementals in some way. If you have any ideas for some else feel free to offer them up! Idea 1: Elementals vs Humans. I'd really like to revisit this roleplay as its one I had started with a different partner who had disappeared for real life reasons. Not all humans know elementals exist, but those that do hunt them for the 'good of mankind'. There are testing divisions all over the world called Alter (S)aints. Most of the people part of Alter Saints don't know the truth of what happens there. Some that are signing up for special jobs (the doctors, security, and some others) learn the truth after the higher ups are sure that they are trustworthy. With elementals learning to act more human they are blending in better. There true numbers are unknown. We didn't get much father on a concept because we were going completely post by post. If you are interested please feel free to read the other thread. (There is only 16 posts we didn't get that far into it) (Old Thread: Here) Idea 2: Elementals vs The Fierce (This was another barely started RP I had once that I would like to revisit. Things can be changed. I'm very flexible) Thousands of years ago when our ancestors were living, there was a war. A war, that would kill but also create. Our ancestors had knowledge greater than our own, but little weaponry. But blades and knives weren't needed, for they'd be of no use against The Fierce. Oh yes, if your ancestors were alive they would know all about them. They were cruel and unforgiving, with magnificent powers. Though only the ruler could be defined as amazing to his admirers. But The Fierce wasn't a good group to be fond of. No, no. They were pure evil, and the ones to create the whole war. Our ancestors might've followed them, and contribute to the creation of the war. Or they could've been fighting against them. No matter which side they were on, their lives weren't spared. The war was vicious, and blood was everywhere. No body on the ground had a pulse, or even a sign of peace. Since the soldiers of both sides needed supplies, most things that were once common were coming scarce. Food, cloth, etc., all gone. You think that after all of the people on the good side were dead, that The Fierce would laugh with pride and go attack some other place. But no, something happened. Irony would affect us all in a matter of years. Thousands of years to be exact. Nobody had known, and neither did the person that created it. A man of old age had gone to the sacred well on the last day of his life. No, he wasn't going to be killed by The Fierce, but die of an old disease. Before he left, he had four wooden carvings. He created them to be keepers of the four elements; Water, Earth, Fire, and Air. A girl or a boy represented these elements. He wrote up descriptions for each, which resented The Fierce. The man did this, because the leader of The Fierce controlled a mysterious element, which most every misunderstood. Darkness. With this element, he could take the other elements and obtain them. But he didn't know how, but the old man did. Mere minutes before the old man's death, he sprinkled an unknown dust over each of the wooden carvings. And after that, he collapsed into darkness. Nobody knew of this man's disease, or the importance his carvings' held. Just then, did The Fierce break into the clearing of which the sacred well was. They trampled over the dead body with humor, knocking the wooden carvings off of the side of the well that they were placed. They were supposed to have fallen to the ground and broken, since they seemed to be fragile. But they landed in a bag which the unknown dust was kept in. The leader of the group looked in the bag, only to see emptiness. The figures and dust were gone completely. And soon enough, the bag dissappeared as well. He was somewhat confused by this, and decided to leave. But his group was taken by suprise as a few mysterious figures shoved their blades into the hearts of those beside the leader. He of which, took off on his horse into the darkness. The Fierce of now only one dissappeared after resting at the sacred well. He took a sip of the water, and felt his body start to bend. Letting out a shriek of agony, he looked at his reflection in the water to see what happened. His face wasn't full of wrinkles and hatred, but young and shone mischeviousness. The last thing to grace his face was a smirk most devious, and a plan brewing in his mind. He dissappeared into the darkness again. But now, his plan is formed. He is alive. And so, are those wooden carvings. When they were in a sense "born" the day the old man made them come to life whether it was by magics, faith, gods, or demons the truth of their lives was unknown to them. They were different but they didn't know how or why. All they knew is that they had to stay together. Holding close to the only truths in their world would be harder then they could have ever imagined. They were just 'born' and they were running. Running for their lives away from The Fierce, evil beings that wished for only pain, destruction, and unhappiness. Each of them bore a sign, a symbol, a mark, that was proof to the world of what they were, not that anyone would welcome them. Magics, Sciences, and anything purely unnatural was forbidden in world. As they were signs of the evil that was sweeping over the lands. They tired to stick together, the four of them only knowing safety when they were alone with each other and nature. If anyone else was near they could not relax always fearful of trouble, and always knowing when it was going to strike only escaping narrowly time and time again. Soon though, they couldn't help but attract attention when they traveled together. They were different, and it was as apparent to everyone they encountered sooner or later. By age 9 it became a danger for all of them if they stayed together and reluctantly they said their goodbyes going their separate ways. Idea 3: Work. In. Progress. Last edited by Mizeria; 04-13-2013 at 07:49 PM.
		Posted 12-05-2011, 09:13 PM