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Writing Eidola [Random Plots & Settings]


[Impressive Title Here]
Jun 2, 2018
Random plots & settings I'd be interested in doing.
Also see my Character Gallery.

And if you'd be interested in RPing one of these, I'm usually ok with changing up some things. Just PM/ask.

Additionally, feel free to pm if you just want to rp with me at all lol.

- I only RP in threads
- I respond about once a week
- There's post examples in the character gallery thread linked above
- My discord is Vars#3616 if you just want to chat/plot, but I won't RP there.
- Doesn't matter the gender and/or sexuality for all pairings/rps except those explicitly stating a certain type of pairing.
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[Impressive Title Here]
Jun 2, 2018
Eowan Bold (setting)
The Premier kink club of the West, Eowan Bold is a multi-floor establishment. The main entrance is an unmarked sunken door at the end of an alleyway. After five steps down into the basement, you will enter the general club space with a large dance floor and lounge areas. A second entrance on the other side of the street is at street-level. This marked, theatre entrance leads to a vast open area with a stage at one side, a bar on the other, and dozens of small tables with semi-private round booths between. A gradual slope down to the stage make every seat good for the show without any trip hazards. The music here is lower in volume than the basement, and the shows provide high-brow fetish performances and exhibitions. The food isn't that bad, either.

The man who runs it all is known as Tristan, a fiery 35 year old who takes running the business seriously, but still partakes in his own sins on occasion. He keeps his club mostly legal, but he can't help it if the atmosphere attracts certain types of individuals. The club's been operating for many years now, and mostly outside the limelight of the law. But that might be due to the information Trist possesses on some high-key individuals rather than the club's moral merits.

The co-owner and partner in crime (only theoretically, of course!) is resident dominatrix Mabe. An older woman of pasty complexion and bright purple hair, she assists in administrative duties but is most often the most visible manager, frequently on the floor with the patrons and making things exciting. She's got a business/relationship with Trist, who, despite his domineering personality loves to play her sub. The two of them together can put on quite the show on stage, but rarely get the chance given the work it takes to keep things running well. While they are both serious about running their business, Mabe is the slightly more rational one, keeping her head cool under pressure and stressing less about finances. Trist, on the other hand, sometimes panics and displays that through taking on side gigs. Of course, they each have thown side dealings, but Trist's are a little less legal. Or are they? Part of the dom/sub relationship is trust of course, and Mabe knows better than to ask half the time.

Now if only those side gigs would stop getting themselves employed at her their club....

Trist, the Owner & Mabe, the Domme
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[Impressive Title Here]
Jun 2, 2018
Lycanthropic Triad (setting + optional plot)
(this is kind of a brain vomit, apologies for disorganization)

In this urban fantasy setting, it's a world much like our own except with some fantasy/supernatural species. While all species technically have equal rights, racism/specism is still rampant, and humans are the majority. Werewolves (humans who can shift to wolves) are analogous to gypsies and lycans (anthro wolves who cannot shift) are analogous to off-reservation natives.

In this story, a werewolf and a lycan are in a romantic relationship. The werewolf is going to college, and in one of his classes he meets a human who smells pretty wolfish. Turns out she's a therian, so he begins dating her, and eventually he introduces her to the lycan, and they become a healthy poly triad relationship.

Species notes:
Werewolves MUST shift at least one night during the full moon, this shift is usually outside their control much like traditional werewolf media. However, with time/maturity/training/practice, this particular shift can at least be partially controlled.

Outside the full moon, werewolves with proper training/talent can shift at any time. They can control their shift entirely if they are experienced enough to induce a shift outside the full moon. However, NO ONE is exempt from shifting during a full moon. There is always at least one night they shift. Younger/less experienced werewolves will shift every night of the full moon.

There is no defining feature of a werewolf in their human form that denotes them as nonhuman. Many werewolves are able to be "human passing" in this way, but generally due to their shifts at the full moon, many can connect the dots when people call out of work at certain times, etc.

Cannot shift at all, they are anthropomorphic wolves. Analogous to first peoples/natives, tribal, generally nomadic in nature, usually bipedal. Much like real natives, different tribes have totally different temperaments, cultures, and languages. However, humans being the way they are, have lumped all lycans together as one type of wolf with no distinctions in these languages and cultures.

Lycans generally stick to their own, especially due to the racism they experience from others. However, some journey away from their tribes to try to make something of themselves in more modern civilizations.

viewed the same way they are irl. Some people believe in it, some don't, generally they aren't open about being therian. Most people don't even know what it is.

Name: Zahir Keen
Age: 25
Human form | Wolf form

Zahir was raised in a family of super proud werewolves, who thought the wolf form was superior to all other forms. They believed the best werewolf was one who could maintain their wolf form indefinitely. They lived off the land in the mountains and hated humans.
Zahir didn't agree. He stumbled upon some humans camping in his family's territory and became fascinated with their culture. Following them back to the city, he succumbed to wanderlust. He wanted to learn everything about humans, cities, modern civilization.
Unfortunately, due to his upbringing, keeping a human form was proving troublesome for him, and he couldn't maintain gainful employment.
Living on the streets, he snuck into college classes and kept learning.

One day, Gaea came across him sleeping under a bridge and took him in. They became really close after that, and Zahir was able to become a little more civilized and clean, enroll in school for real, and major in anthropology.

Name: Gaea Trade Winds
Age: 30
Gaea grew up in a family of lycans who lived in the city. A few generations back they had decided to take the reparations they'd received from the government and live like normal people. It has been extremely difficult. If their businesses aren't faltering due to lack of customers willing to be served by lycans, they're not very employable despite their in-demand skills. Gaea has had a hard life and bears some resentment for how the world isn't fair or just and how many humans appropriate their culture.

On top of this, Gaea was born female but identifies as male. Through other urban lycans, he has been able to get top surgery and so bears his chest scars to the public proudly. While technically wanting bottom surgery, he has never bothered due to various reasons. While being trans does wear on him at times, he doesn't let it define him, instead identifying more with his heritage as a Trade Winds lycan.

Gaea runs a small trinket shop, The Trade Winds' Trade Post, in a touristy part of town, where he sells all sorts of lycanthropic merchandise that humans love, like feather headdresses, dream catchers, etc. Gaea secretly hates it, but so far its been the only business that has actually seen any marginal success. He and Zahir have been together for a few years, and Gaea helps support him through college.


Really I'm interested in the setting and my 2 characters. We don't have to do a poly relationship thing if you have any character or plot that might work with them.
Also this would be a strictly non-smut story.
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[Impressive Title Here]
Jun 2, 2018
(in no particular order)

1. Something where I play a mostly post-transition trans person

2. I play an Ex-con trying to get his life back on track.

3. Something pretty religious. Or where religion plays a big role in the setting, at least. (any religion)

4. Porno comedy. I so very much want to do a comedy smut rp.

5. I play Red Hood / Jason or Nightwing / Dick and the rp is not a romance or smut.

6. A RP inspired by The Lost Room. And/or a smut version of it (where the effects of the items are mostly sexual)

7. A weird mashup setting of The Lost Room, Warehouse 13, and Men in Black which also somehow manages to work in R.I.P.D. and/or Repo men (or Repo! The Genetic Opera). But it's not grimdark. In fact I'd love it a lot more of it was more comedy-focused. Or at least light-hearted.

8. Buddy cop trope (they don't have to actually be cops).

9. Jerk bullies someone who has a crush on them, but then later falls for the person they bullied. Probably will have abusive relationship elements, but it's up in the air, let's talk.
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[Impressive Title Here]
Jun 2, 2018
Less Than Classy Chrononauts (plot)
The world has gone to shit and one of us has stolen (or invented) a time machine to make the world less shit. After careful deliberation and study, we have determined that the precise time the world went to shit was that fateful night we had our first sexy hookup. So all we have to do to make the world not shit is prevent the hookup (or some specific action during the hookup) from happening.

So, we go back in time... Only to find out... We've gone back in to just a couple seconds after the event! We will call this, EVENT 0, or E0, for short. We are now in the same room looking at our past selves fucking, and berating ourselves because how could we fuck this up?

"No matter!" one of us says. We will just go back in time again, to, you know, a couple seconds before E0, like we were originally supposed to. So we do.

Except we don't.

We have now arrived 2 seconds after our E0+1 selves have arrived to E0. Holy shit, there are now 3 current copies of us right now, and two of these copies are watching the original have sex.

There's got to be a way to fix this.

"Hit the button on the seismic reactor, which is definitely a real thing!" [skip to 9:38 if it doesn't already link there]

This plot was inspired by this.
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[Impressive Title Here]
Jun 2, 2018
Bazinga Guy (psuedo plot)
One of us has stolen or invented a time machine to go back to the night when X dumped Y because damn that X/Y's an asshole and Y/X didn't know what they were missing from X/Y!!!
(for sake of simplicity we'll just say my character obtained the time machine for the rest of this explanation, but it could be either of us)

So I've got it in my head that I just need to impress you with my best sex practices, because everybody knows you'll change your mind about somebody after a good dicking. BAZINGA
BACK IN TIME to this precious moment, fuck off past me, you're a virgin asshole, time for current me to bring on the master dickings.

Except I tripped while trying to take off my pants, fell, and am now bleeding out from a seriously unlucky corner to the temple. Somehow with my last ounce of muscle I can....

Fuck off virgin old me, time to impress the lady/man, except holy shit, Y is part dolphin??

Fuck off past me, I am all on Y with the master dickings, because this time I made absolutely sure to get that gene splicing from the future first. Oh wait?? She's not a fan of barbed penises?

BAZINGA!! Fuck off past me, I can give Y the master dickings...............

Will bazinga guy ever actually have sex with Y?
Has fate cursed bazinga guy with bad luck with time machine sex?
Is there some nefarious time machine malfunction at work here?
Does Y somehow catch on to bazinga guy despite that being paradoxical and not making any sense?!
Is bazinga a 40 year old virgin or did someone actually have sex with him at one point in his life before he got a hold of the time machine?!?!

Inspired by this

This one is essentially an exercise in how to write the most outrageous, unbelievable things every time Bazinga guy goes back in time. Assume that each time he uses the time machine it is using an infinite improbability drive and has similar side effects.

We could accomplish this by rping normally (You control your own character) or by flipping it, where we each set the new setting for the other character to forcibly adapt. Alternatively, we could take turns with who decides what the next 'dimension' is like (maybe this one we're all starfish? Or maybe this one is like rl but Y gets an aneurysm right before Bazinga can stick it in!).

The main point is to make it funny and that sex never actually happens, but it gets close a few times.
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[Impressive Title Here]
Jun 2, 2018
Inner Demons (setting)
Eᴀʀᴛʜ ᴀs ᴡᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴀs ɪᴛ sᴇᴇᴍs. To the common eye, things are what they are and life continues on as normal. But for Tʜᴇ Cᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛᴇᴅ, they see something more. The Corrupted are people prone to sin so much that they have somewhat of a kinship with the world down under. A world, parallel to our own, which is full of demons instead of humans. The people with this sight tend to be corporate and government officials, as well as those who consider crime a business. The Corrupted can naturally see demons. To them, the demons can be business partners, pests, or anything in between. But The Corrupted are not the only humans with the ability to see.

In theory, any human being who looks hard enough can see demons. Demons originated from Dᴏᴡɴ Uɴᴅᴇʀ, but many live on our plane of existence. Others will frequently visit. When on our plane, they project an image of something normal for humans to see. The type of image they project is related to the type and class of demon they are. Middle-class demons can assume human forms, lower-class are animals, and upper-class cannot conceal their form. If an upper-class demon wants to walk the earth in secret, it must take a host through possession.

While the host is a human form, it still retains many of the abilities the demon had when Down Under. Upper-class demons generally don't come to our plane, however. They were meant to rule Down Under. In fact, it could be argued that it would be punishment for an Upper-class Demon to come to our plane.
Dᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛʟʏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀғᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ sᴏᴄɪᴇᴛʏ. Tʜɪs ɪs ᴏᴜʀ ᴏɴᴇ ʟᴀᴡ.
This law, so vague as it is, has been interpreted to mean 'Nᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ғᴏʀᴍ.'​

Eᴏɴs ᴀɢᴏ, ᴀɴ ᴜᴘᴘᴇʀ-ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴅᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴜʀ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇ ʙᴀʀɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴛʀᴜᴇ ғᴏʀᴍ. This demon, Aᴘᴏʟʟʏᴏɴ, brought on death and destruction to the human civilization until the angels made an example of him. They destroyed his physical form and sealed his spirit within a green gem, burying it in the sands of time.

If the angels had killed Apollyon, he would've returned Down Under and been able to live again. Having banished his spirit on Earth, he would never have a physical form again through normal means. The angels never predicted that Apollyon, after fostering years of hate within the confines of his jewel, would be able to manifest himself and take a host given the opportunity.

What were the odds the cursed green gem would become a piece of jewelry?


[Impressive Title Here]
Jun 2, 2018
Begalf (setting + optional plot)
In the city of Begalf, there are Tweakers and there are Mechaniks. Tweakers are those who aim to change their body, modify it in any number of ways with the aid of technology known as Mechanix, advancing the transhuman movement. Mechaniks are the men and women who supply the tech and/or install it.
Tweaking your body in this way isn't illegal, but it is highly regulated and expensive. Because of this, the illegal counterparts market exists and flourishes.

A place encompassed with pollution dirty enough to block out the sky in a dense fog, Begalf is a dense city with an even denser population. Skyscrapers seem to extend up into oblivion.

The world runs on credits, a currency that is only digital and preloaded into plastic cards or microchips embedded into personal items. Many years ago, all the once-mythical creatures of adventures past came together in a melting pot and egged on the digital revolution. Humans exist, but so do elves, dragons, and whatever else you can imagine. Words such as mythological, medieval, and royal have all but been forgotten.

Tʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ.


Original Plot Idea
My character, Lori, is stealing money in order to buy parts from your character, who he has a somewhat longstanding relationship with [as a customer of your mechanix business]. YC keeps upping the cost of [Part of the day] and it's driving Lori mad. YC offers Lori a deal. If Lori will help YC steal [Thing YC really wants] YC will give Lori [metal appendage of the day].

This is the original idea, but feel free to just jump in and throw something crazy out there too, I guess.

Other info
- Mechanix is just another word for automail.

- I post anywhere from once a day to once a week. I average once every 2-3 days. I'd hope you would have a similar schedule.

- No sex in this rp. Also no romance preferred.

- Your character can be any fantasy race (including plain old human).

"Lori Lentil. is that the name you go by these days?"

The man referenced could hardly be called such. Once human, he was now a varied assortment of red scaley dragon parts and mechanix. Red-tinted goggles covered his eyes, and his white "hair" was comprised of all feathers, a yellow scarf wrapped around his head in a pitiful attempt to hide it. Protruding out from his skull were two red horns, marking him as a dragonkin even though he had not been born such. His right arm was human and his left was automail. Both arms had been handcuffed together behind him, the back of a chair separating his arms from his his torso, which was clad in a bright red and gold vest that did fuckall of keeping him hidden from situations such as this.

Nevertheless, here he was, the scarf around his neck left dangling on the floor from its length, hopelessly entangled between his arms, making the situation that much more uncomfortable.

The man at the other side of the table Lori was forced to sit at was half mechanix himself. But unlike Lori, that man's mechanix were completely legal. Lori's were street-bought, one of the reasons he was here today.

"Funny," the other man, dressed in a black suit stated, "I would've thought you would be the talkative type."

It was then that Lori's huge, human mouth spread into a grin. His teeth were littered with plaque and stains, his breath stinking as he exhaled once. Then twice, a snort coming from him.
And he laughed.

"Why talk to you? You know me for all of five minutes!"

Lori threw himself backward, landing on his arms. Still laughing, of course. Lori wasn't immune to pain, but with his skin thicker than a normal human's, and half of his upper body being conveniently metal, it wasn't as if he had much pain to worry about.

Once he was on the ground, he kicked his right, and entirely dragon, foot up and into the table, shoving it into the other man. While the agent was pre-occupied with that, Lori's automail left hand began to heat up to a temperature hot enough to melt the handcuffs. In the process, he burned his human hand and melted part of his scarf, but hey, Lori was ready to take some losses.

After his arms were freed, he jumped up and roundhouse kicked the cop again with his dragon leg once more before running out of the room.
Lori wasn't in this to kill people, no. Just steal shit and run. The more he ran, the more fun the game became. It wasn't as if Lori kept a low profile. But then again, in a city of 300 million people, nobody really expected to be able to find anyone else very often.

Which was part of the reason, after Lori had punched out a window on the 50th floor, he turned around and stuck out his tongue before leaving.

"So long, suckers! Neh!"

And off he jumped, scarf flailing behind him.

Lori wasn't exactly the most mentally stable person on the planet.

Surrounded by fog, he began coughing. He hadn't expected to be blindsided by toxic air. Despite how confident he was in himself, he'd never jumped out of a building before. A brief moment of panic flushed to the forefront of his mind before he started digging in his satchel for some sort of.. Something.. so he could stop his fall. Perhaps he hadn't thought this completely through.
No he didn't, and now he was quickly falling to his death. Fuck.

Down below, he could see a fire escape. Screw it, he thought to himself, and reached out for it, grabbing the railing with his automail arm and hoping it'd break his fall. The stairwell instead unbuckled from the wall it had been attached to and ripped from the side of the building, but not before the joints in the mechanical arm pulled too taught and popped.

By this time, his fall was significantly slowing, and his chances of surviving were exponentially rising. However, he was quickly realizing he wasn't going to come out of this one unscathed.
His automail fingers still being able to grip, he threw himself at more and more iron pieces in hopes that one of them would prevent his body from splooging all over the pavement found at ground level.

The long story short is, it never did, and he wound up on his back with a totally gimp mechanix arm and a brutal headache with a very, very gnarled iron fire escape beside him.

Lori considered it a win!


After giving himself about five minutes to recover, he let out a swift exhalation and pushed any of the debris on top of him away from himself with his human hand. The police were going to exit the bottom of the building at any minute, and he needed to be out of here before then.

With a groan, he pushed himself up. Once he was standing, he bent back over to pick up the few credits that had evicted themselves from his satchel in order to occupy the ground. Placing them back where they belonged, in the several seconds that passed, he realized how truly annoying it was to only have the ability to use one arm. His left and mechanical one was limp at his side and would no longer respond. Not even the fingers.

He snorted and quickly ran off into the distance, covering the urban sprawl. The unevenness in his footing was just as annoying as his dead arm. Over the past several weeks, his right leg had been morphing from human to that of a dragon. The other day, he finally had become unable to wear a shoe. He'd been stealing credits in order to pay off his Mechanik for a new leg. His mechanik, however, happened to be somewhat of an asshole about the price of said limb.

But that was neither here nor there. Now he couldn't even get the leg. He had to repair the arm, first. So it should've come as no surprise that his next stop was the mechanik's door, banging on it with his human fist.

"Yo! Let me in before I kick it in for you!" Lori taunted.

He liked to joke. Of course who knew if anyone other then himself found his humor funny. But on top of that, he was a bit anxious. He didn't want to be on the streets right now. That anxiety inadvertently showed itself through his nonhuman, red and white fluffy ears. A bit like a rabbit's, they twitched and tilted toward every suspicious sound.

Lori hated them, but he couldn't deny they were superior to his previous human set. Even despite the red scales on his face leading up to them.


[Impressive Title Here]
Jun 2, 2018
Headphone Jack (setting)
Headphone Jack takes place in the country of Musica, whose political party Metallica has outlawed music approximately 100 years ago through The Mute Movement.

Musica is bordered by the countries of Indie, Emo, and Headphone. Separated by The Great Wall, it is patrolled constantly to keep out musical contraband. There are whispers of an impending war between Musica, Indie, and Emo. Headphone, however, remains neutral.

Two gangs in Musica have formed - NuMetal (Nus) and Electronica (Elecs).
Nus deal mainly media (CDs, etc.) while Elecs specialize in music creation devices, such as instruments. Both gangs get their product from Headphone in operations called Jacks.

Clefs are the law enforcement of Musica. Their aim is to completely eliminate music and gang activity. Metallica has made this easy for them, as the penalty for gang affiliation and music trade is death.

The Mute Movement.

When the Metallica political party took over, the country of Musica went through a profound cultural shift. Under the totalitarian dictatorship, all music was banned.
Singing? No. Humming? Gone.
Any remote relationship to rhythm was quickly silenced and the perpetrator forcefully detained by the Clefs.
The Great Wall was built to divide Musica from its music-loving border nations of Indie, Emo, and Headphone. Clefs were instructed to shoot anything suspicious on sight, making emmigration and trade difficult. The dissatisfaction is now beginning to culminate and there are whispers of war.

Approximately 100 years later, Musicians believe the Metallica is benevolent and agree with the music ban. Most citizens of Musica have never heard music, and if faced with it, recoil in pain. This is due to the Tie, a device implanted into native Musicians' inner ears in infancy which painfully vibrates when frequencies outside human speech are heard.
Music's painful connotations have fostered a culture of hate toward melodies and those who engage with them. What kind of people enjoy tormenting others?

Enter the rival gangs, Electronica and NuMetal, the members of each labeled Elecs and Nus. With the invention of a secret procedure known as Tempo Control, they have been able to remove Musicians' Ties and enjoy music without pain.

The Nus specialize in media and consumption while the Elecs concentrate on instruments and production. Both gangs illegally provide all sorts of music paraphernalia, from CDs to pianos, through what the gangs call Headphone Jacks - the process of acquiring the items from the neutral bordering country of Headphone.

Both gangs have been running for about five years, but unbeknownst to many, have a common origin: Nausicaa. It was a rumble between the two original co-founders that produced the rival gangs. Now, they fight against eachother for territory, patrons, and power. Both have a wish to overthrow Metallica and overturn the music ban, but until they can get to that point, their standard operating procedures differ too much to work together.

Distributing illegal music paraphenalia, planning to overthrow the government, and generally engaging in deviant behavior have all caused gang members to be labeled as outlaws. Any known members should be reported to the clefs immediately.

The penalty for gang affiliation and music dealing is death. The punishment for simply enjoying music? One year in prison and Reformation - a process whereby a neurotoxin completely removes the ability to hear anything outside the spectrum of human speech.
The court's jury that decides the outcome? Clefs, not peers!

However, there is still hope. There's been hushed rumors of The DJ, a juice that not only has the ability to restore a Reformed Musician's hearing, but also grants the user impervious to any Reformation in the future.

The DJ, if found, could be a severe threat to the Metallica, initiate national change, and grant the gang who finds it impenetrable power.

The gang with the juice wins Musica. And once Musica is won, they can run their world as they please, without a rival gang being in their way. A revolution will come.

There's just one problem: No one knows where it is.

Ryan ("Rye"), the head of the Nus, is said to have an older brother that is a Clef. The Elecs don't know if this information is true, but assume it to be. The Nus are never given clarification on the matter, since whenever Ryan's past is brought up, someone gets the beatdown. His short temper makes running the gang difficult, but he manages.

Electronica's leader, Rachel ("Rae"), is believed to be the source of Rye's animus. Running the Elecs more like a business than a labor of love, she has high profile connections and an even higher profit margin.

To join a gang, prospective members must go through the beat-in. If the applicants endure this, they may have their Tie removed and go on their intiatory mission - A First Accent - to prove themselves as dedicated to the gang.

After these introductory practices, the members are considered part of the family and are to be protected under that gang. Once substantial trust is gained, they can begin to learn the trade secrets and start dealing, selling, and/or participating in Headphone Jacks.

For a seriously encyclopedic amount of information on this setting, go here. But take note I don't RP on that particular site anymore.

This is a group RP I've hosted in a few places. I am not sure how to turn it into a 1x1, but if you have any ideas hit me uuuuup.
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[Impressive Title Here]
Jun 2, 2018
Good Cop Goes Bad (plot)
Your character is a good cop. Crosses their T's, dots their I's, perfect record. But something goes down that s/he can't prove, or can't stand, or for some reason knows that law won't bring it to justice. Or maybe s/he witnesses something that makes them realize being a goodie two-shoes isn't the best path for themself.

So s/he decides to hire a mercenary (my character, most likely Q) to not only get rid of the problem and/or bring it to justice, but to hopefully also teach them "how to be bad". But s/he's been a good guy their whole life. S/he doesn't really know how to be bad, and changing their whole moral code can be difficult.

No smut, but romance possible. Any gender. Can be realistic or supernatural.