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Thread: RP Ideas...new one added...The Night Manager

RE Looking for fun everyone welcome...updated Looking for Loki Jonathan PineThe Night Manager Jonathan PineAndrew Birch The Night Manager is an espionage novel by John le Carr. It is a post-Cold War novel, detailing an undercover operation to bring down a major international arms dealer. Anyone who hasn't seen the television series or read the book here is the basic idea for the plot and story line The Night Manager is a contemporary interpretation of John le Carrs best-selling spy novel, which follows hotel manager Jonathan Pine in his quest to bring down international arms dealer Richard Roper. Pine, a former soldier, is thrust into a world of international intrigue when he is recruited by a British intelligence officer to infiltrate Ropers inner circle. To get to the heart of Ropers vast empire, Pine must withstand the allure of his beautiful girlfriend Jed and the suspicious interrogations of his venal chief of staff Major Corkoran. In his quest to do the right thing, Pine must first become a criminal himself. My idea My OC gets sucked into dealings with selling weapons with Roper while trying to get information to bring him down. She will be an American who is trying to catch Roper in his dirty dealings since he is also dealing high tech weapons with the crooked bastards in Washington. Pine I figure is curious about the newcomer as well as she with him, since neither know the other exists and they don't know that the other is trying to get information for their country. They will distrust one another in the beginning. Maybe even dislike each other because of being connected to Roper. As time goes on they will find out that they are both trying to do the same thing and will begin trying to help one another on the inside, since they are no longer really connected to the outside like before, since going rogue to try and catch this guy. I see them eventually stealing moments alone from time to time while still trying to keep up appearances. He will still be sleeping with Jed but not falling in love with her or living happily ever after. For my character she will be sleeping with Sandy Langbourne who likes cheating on his wife with other women, including the babysitter. I can play Jed. Corky, and my OC if someone can handle Jonathan, Sandy, Roper. The others we can mix and match or play as NPC's. This will not be exactly like the book or television series. It will have the same people but this is my own plot. That is why I don't have everything written out because I enjoy communicating with my partners and like to hear their ideas. Please, contact me if interested. Thanks!
Thread: PopRocks (working title) Character Profiles

This is the character profile thread for the PopRocks Working title role play. Here's a simple template to follow. Name Gender Age Bio Likes Dislikes Picture
Thread: PopRocks (working title) Character Profiles

Name Hansuke Koyama Gender Male Age 20 Bio The one who brought the band together in the first place, Hansuke is the affable friend and roadie to the girls. Although he's pretty clever and good at thinking on his feet, Hansuke is somewhat prone to forgetting the more basic and obvious details. Likes Swimming, fruit juice, physical labor. Dislikes Housework, the cold, spicy foods. Picture To be added.
Thread: PopRocks (working title) Character Profiles

Name Tiffany J. Sykes Gender Female Age 19 Bio Growing up in Midwestern USA for the first 12 years of her life, learning to play the acoustic guitar and riding horses, Tiffany and her family moved to Japan when her father was transferred to the Japanese subsidiary of the company he worked at. Struggling to learn a new language, she found comfort in her guitar and the art of writing music, growing rather anti-social in the process. Now she rarely makes a noise, save for when she is spoken to, or the song calls her to play co-vocals. Although she has expressed attraction to the opposite gender, she's secretly bi, being attracted to both their roadie and fellow band members. Likes Playing guitar, singing, horses, being alone, writing music Dislikes Sitting idly, crowded and tightly packed places, tobacco Picture It's a little big, but I think it's captures what I imagined pretty well.
Thread: Remains of the Day (Vulgrim & Sensualist)

There was one advantage to an inn built on the edge of a crater, Garren Trant discovered as he slid into the pool an unlimited supply of steaming hot water. The Craghome Inn was perched precariously on an overlook above the tumbled, perpetually smoke-shrouded ruins of the Sunken City, like some vulture above a vast stony carcass. The inn served soldiers sent to guard the savage region, traders from far-off lands, pilgrims visiting the sight of a great battle of Light against Darkness, and adventurers seeking to delve the ruins adventurers like Garren Trant, rogue, rake and renegade. It was a comfortable enough place despite its foreboding surrounds, with a spacious labyrinth of oak-beamed rooms, a waterwheel to grind flour for its famous mushroom dumplings and of course ample hotpools fed by water rising from the depths of Chthonia, the underworld where the forces of darkness had been driven back to. Garren was scheduled to meet a sage something of a fence of lore, to be more accurate who he hoped would bring him the information he needed about the Daystone. The legendary gemstone wielded by the Bright Dukes in their struggle against the dark elves, deep spawn and worse that lurked beneath what was now the Sunken City. Powerful, sacred... and above all, priceless . He could almost feel the weight of gold he could get for it in the right circles. In the meantime, he had hours to kill, and a nice, hot soak would work the travel-kinks out of his back and legs. A cheerful whistling sound wove its way into the bath house, and Garren spied a small form slipping amongst the wisps of steam. Small, lithe and shapely, Briana the halfling bar wench approached Garren's pool, a pewter jug resting on one slim hip. Though she barely topped three feet, the halfling woman was quite fetching, her hair a short coal-black bob, her breasts, beneath a plain white blouse that grew increasingly clingy in the damp heat pert and round as apples, her eyes playful and wicked. Master Trant? she asked in a sweet, trilling voice, her eyes running down the man's bare chest and into the swirling, steam-shrouded waters. Did you call for wine?
Thread: Remains of the Day (Vulgrim & Sensualist)

Garren heaved a tremendous sigh as he sank in to the steaming water, stretching out with his arms and placing them along the edges of the pool. While the man couldn't exactly be called 'wealthy, he was certainly well-off as far as adventurers went, anyway. The bathhouse, usually reserved for visitors or guests of a certain kind of stature, had been made his own for the night, thanks to a moderate fee, and the thief was sure to make full use of it for as long as he remained. Not that the loss of coin hardly mattered to Garren, because it didn't. He'd be swimming in a sea of gold soon he could almost taste it. When the door creaked, Garren looked over, and, at first, he couldn't make anything or anyone out through the thin haze of the steam, but as Briana came forwards, he smirked, his hazel colored eyes looking up and down all three feet of her. I did, he confirmed, flashing her a charming smile. Forgive me, uh, I'd get up and pour it myself, but... He gestured down at his impressive body, indicating the fact that he was naked. As for his wine glass, it sat on a small table in one corner of the room, along with some of his belongings, though the pile that made up Garren's clothes was located within arm's reach, a conveniently placed dagger hidden away just beneath his shirt and trousers. Well, one couldn't be too careful... You halflings have such pretty little faces, Garren mused. At this point he was just trying to get her to blush. Testing the waters, as the saying went, to see how Briana reacted. His eyes fell to her blouse or, more specifically, her pert breasts. You're not busy, are you? he questioned, turning to face her slightly. The water rippled with his movements, and he leaned against the edge of the pool, a few steamy drops rolling down his arms and chest. I'm sure the owner wouldn't mind if you slipped out for a bit, eh? I'll just tell him you were 'giving me a hand,' Garren chuckled. It wouldn't be a lie...
Thread: Remains of the Day (Vulgrim & Sensualist)

Oh, don't hesitate on my account. You've nothing I've not seen before, Briana teased, brushing a dark lock of hair behind her delicately pointed ear then turning to pick up the glass. She carefully filled it with red wine, and carried it over to the edge of the pool. Her eyebrow rose at his rumination. Is that so? Maybe you humans are just lumpen in comparison. Though I will say this... there's a lot of you to appreciate all that ugliness on! She flashed a playful grin and laughed brightly. The halfling bent over to set down the glass, her blouse falling open a little to give an even more obvious hint at the small but lush curves beneath. Why, no, Master Trant, I don't believe I am too busy at this moment. She raised her head slowly, gazing up at him from beneath long lashes, suggestively lowered brows and tumbling black hair. What is it exactly that you need a... hand with?
Thread: Remains of the Day (Vulgrim & Sensualist)

The rogue chuckled lightly at her reply, brows raised, a smirk playing at his lips. I don't know if I should feel offended or flattered, Garren replied, admiring the halfling's playful nature. But then, they were all playful, weren't they, those halflings? Perhaps they were lacking in size, but they made up for it with charisma. He watched her fondly and leaned back again. When the cup was offered, he nodded his thanks and took it gently from her much smaller hands. Garren lifted the rim to his lips and sipped, then quirked a brow at the girl, looking amused all over again. With a hand, he reached out and cupped her chin, which was still easy to do from where he was lounging in the waters thanks to her rather limited height. There's a few things, he told Briana, and though his actions were intimate, he spoke to the girl like he might causally with a friend. That hand fell, and he played with a string of her blouse instead, threatening to open its front. You'll have to get in here, though. I can show you once you're wet. The rogue paused, blinked, then cleared his throat, a bit sheepish. ... From the water, I mean.
Thread: Remains of the Day (Vulgrim & Sensualist)

Briana cocked her head as Garren cupped her petite chin, eyes sparkling mischievously. Her lips parted fractionally, he felt her warm breath against his fingertips, and for a moment it seemed as if her tongue might dart out. She glanced down as his touch moved to the cords of her blouse, heart beating like a hummingbird's in her chest. The wench broke into a wide, saucy grin, and suddenly darted into motion. Her fingers unthreaded her breeches, and in one swift motion she kicked off her boots, slipped out of the breeches and flung them into Garren's face with a giggle. As he pulled the wet canvas out of his eyes, there was a splash as Briana leapt into the pool and vanished below its surface. The rogue could just make her out, a twisting fair shape as agile as an otter under the water. After a few moments she swam up to him and her head and shoulders burst out, dark hair plastered wet and wild around her face, water cascading over open lips and closed eyelids. She now wore only her blouse, hanging to mid-thigh and stuck tight to her tiny, slender form. Garren could see dusky pink nipples pricking against the wet fabric as it brushed against his thighs. Droplets blew away from her lips as she gasped for air, then her eyes fluttered open and she grinned up at Garren. Now I'm wet, Master Trant... now I'm soaking wet, she purred.
Thread: Remains of the Day (Vulgrim & Sensualist)

Well, Briana was certainly showing off the unrivaled playful nature of halflings. He blinked a couple of times when she immediately reached for her breeches, flinching slightly as they stuck to his face, his whole world going dark for just a moment. With a chuckle, he reached up and peeled them off, looking down and around for any signs of the barmaid, and then she resurfaced again. Amused, Garren leaned back and looked down at her with a grin, listening intently to what she had to say to him. So you are, he seemed to agree, eying the faint hints of her pert breasts, one hand reaching down to brush her dark hair back again. Now, about that hand you promised... He dipped his own hand beneath the water and gently took hold of one of hers, guiding it to the spot between his legs. Garren placed it flat against what was unmistakably his member, and, even in his half-flaccid state, if was still long enough for two of the halfling's hands to grab hold of, and thick enough to where she couldn't even get her fingers all the way around. He lifted his hips some and repositioned himself so that it rose out of the water, plain as day for Briana to see. Can we do something about that? he asked slyly, placing a hand on her shoulder. It slid down Briana's back and dipped beneath the surface again, moving to grab a hold of the halfling's taut little rear.
Thread: Remains of the Day (Vulgrim & Sensualist)

Briana arched her back as Garren shifted himself, the water lapping up the swells of her breasts until she sank into place, her lithe little body between his thighs. Her gaze fell as he adjusted his manhood, and she gasped as he hand was pressed against it. Light, nimble fingers splayed across the thick rod of hardening flesh, and she squeezed tight, wrapping both hands in as wide a grip as she could manage. Gods above and below... she sighed, before glancing back up at the man, her cheeks dimpling in a naughty smile. There is a lot of you, isn't there? The halfling squeezed his cock tight, sliding one hand up and one hand down the rogue's shaft, kneading it from head to base on one side, base to head on the other. She leaned forward herself, her breasts pressing to the underside as she nuzzled her lips against his chest, kissing the hard muscle and flicking her kittenish little tongue against his skin. She thrust her hips back as he raked a hand down her back, pushing her dainty derrire towards his grip invitingly and moaning as he squeezed. Ohhh... Briana began stroking him harder and faster, her tiny hands working up and down expertly, kneading the sensitive skin of his cock around its iron core. She bent down and brushed her lips against the underside of the cockhead, licking eagerly around the crown and lapping the tip like a sweet. Garren was big, but his cock looked almost grotesquely massive next to Briana's doll-like head... though from her lusty grin and eager attentions, she didn't seem to mind at all.
Thread: Remains of the Day (Vulgrim & Sensualist)

Garren chuckled at what she had to say, watching with intent as Briana's tiny little hands took turns moving up and down the smooth skin of his shaft. He met the girl's eyes, and, at her question, Garren gave a modest shrug, raising his hand again from the water to brush her hair back, staring deep in to the girl's eyes. Depends on who you ask, he reasoned, fingers gently tracing shapes in to her little cheeks. For a pretty little halfling, maybe. For an orcish girl... He paused, then smirked. Still big. Not so modest, then... As she continued pumping him, the man's cock hardened until it was a tall, stiff rod of meat standing erect between his legs, so large and so tall that it'd take more than four of her little halfling hands to cover the entirety of him, fat head barely able to fit inside of Briana's tiny mouth. When she dipped her head down and pressed the flat of her tongue against him, the rogue groaned lightly, peering down at the girl with one hand still resting atop her head. You've done this before, haven't you? he asked the girl, though Garren sounded half-distracted, and he was, like all men seemed to be when a woman had her lips pressed against their dick. Have you ever had a human man before? Do you think it would fit? Before she could answer, he pushed her head down in an encouraging way, prompting Briana to take his thick girth in to her small mouth.
Thread: Everyday Magic (Alpha and Goddess)

The theater district was quiet in the middle of the afternoon, but once the sun went down the streets would became flooded with the patrons of the arts out for an evening of cultured entertainment. Billboards announcing shows like Mama Mia, We Will Rock You and Phantom of the Opera filled the street, the bright neons that would light up the night now lay dormant. Off the main drag sat a smaller theater, it lacked the flash and flare that the others had and the old playbill showed a single performance, 'Magic Show'. Inside the lobby with it's worn out red carpets and polished brass railings a man in his late twenties paced back and forth. He stood just over six feet tall with a shaggy head of sandy colored hair and blue eyes. He was leanly built and dressed simply, a pair of black slacks with a vest and dress shirt, his sleeves rolled up. Nick Sharpe scowled and came to a stop, his foot falls muted by the plush carpet, and looked down at his watch. He had called the agency yesterday after the last girl they had sent over had gotten cold feet and quit and they had promised him someone there by nine the next morning. He knew he was being paranoid, there was still the better part of an hour before the new assistant was due in. So he needed to stop pacing and settle the hell down. But he always got the jitters when he had to break in a new assistant. This was the sixth assistant they had to send him. The first two had freaked out the moment they had met his lighting tech and went running out of the theater before the show had even started leaving him to perform the show on his own that night. The third one had turned out to be sent by the amazing Finni to spy on him and learn his secrets. Nick seldom liked having to use his talents to re write someone's brain, but in her case he had no other choice. Finni was a hack who would very quickly end up getting himself, and anyone around him killed if he tried to make use of the kinds of tricks that Nick did. The forth one had fared well enough. He had hoped she would be the one to stick around, but after a month on the job she end up possessed during an exorcism that didn't go exactly the way he had planned on it. She had been so rattled by the experience that she quit after he had gotten the demon dislodged from her. Last he had heard she had joined a convent and was now a nun. Number five had looked promising, she had been fairly claim upon meeting the crew, had a good laugh at the stage costume and said she had worn worse during her days working as a stripper. But the moment she set foot on the stage she froze. Something that seemed odd to him for someone who had once taken her clothes off in front of strangers but there wasn't a whole lot he could do about it. Another quick glance down at his watch and he let out a sigh of frustration. Not really any thing in particular but this was a big source of annoyance for him right now that he wanted to be done with so he could focus on the show at hand.
Thread: Everyday Magic (Alpha and Goddess)

Victoria sighed as she looked at the map, not too used to this part of town. She wouldn't be living in this town at all if it hadn't been for her schooling, an a whole lot of good that did. Someone like her, a college graduate with a bachelor in Behavioral Sciences, reduced to a mere apprentice to some so-called magician. At least the pay was good? At the tender but mature age of 23, Victoria Reyes was at the peak of her life, or so tv cared to show her. She had soft, caramel colored skin and short, curly brown hair that she often considered the bane of her existence, but she'd somehow managed to tame with plenty of hair gel and other products. No one said beauty had to be easy and for a job like this nothing but beauty mattered. Victoria, or Vicky as her friends called her, stood at an average 5'5, her bright green eyes her most distinguishing feature along with a few sprinkled freckles. Her clothes were pretty average, some jeans and a tight tank top to show just enough of her assets to get the job, though she was sure that they would be far more revealing in no time. She found herself face to face with the building, 10 minutes early from her appointed time, and sighed. Come on, Vic, you can do this, its only temporary... she said to herself, knocking on the back door to the theater. With a louder, more confident voice she yelled, Hey, your new assistant is here!
Thread: Everyday Magic (Alpha and Goddess)

The pounding at the door drew Nick back to the real world from his thoughts about how this show was going to end up as mess and he quickly crossed to the door, pulling it open so hard it nearly came right off the hinges. His gaze fell on the woman standing in the street, instantly accessing her. Too short.... he muttered, The heels should help with that. Another passing glance over her, And you're boobs are bigger than the last girl. She was hardly ideal for what he had wanted but she would have to do. He had two hours to get her ready for the show. Alright new girl, come along, we have a lot to do and not much time. He turned sharply on his heels and striding away, oblivious to if she was following him or not. He had too much on his mind to worry about before the show stated. A series of lights descending the stairs and following behind him, Yeah, guys, I'm gong to need you for final for today's show, school group today so we need to keep things as flashy as we can.
Thread: Corrupted Academics (TheSilentProtagonist x Goddess)

On the left-hand corner of the lecture hall Emily sat in a group of friends, with notebook in hand and eager to learn. Emily had an honest face which told all, and her emotions were as obvious on her expressions as if looking through glass. She irradiated excitement, her eyes shining as the professor came into view. Unlike most of the girls here, she was not aiming for the role of a nurse, but a doctor, but that wasn't the only way she differed from most of the girls here. Despite being strongly adherent to the religious beliefs of the school, as the red rosary around her neck described, Emily Jones was a big contrast to most of the girls in the university. Not only was she loud and more rowdy than your average girl, a consequence of being raised with only brothers, but she dressed far more like a guy than like a girl. Her blonde hair was merely nape-length, with a beanie keeping it in place, and her curvy body was not hidden by the usual dresses or knee length skirts, but rather by a loose khaki sweater and baggy jeans. Unlike the sandals most students here wore, her feet featured combat boots, and her face, although pretty, with thick lips, a button nose and almond-shaped brown eyes, wore not a hint of makeup. If it wasn't for her large breasts, her big ass, and how delicate her glasses were, some might have thought that it was a very pretty boy sitting in this classroom full of women. As the professor gave her a glance, she almost felt a small shudder in her spine, her lips parting and her chest constraining, though she couldn't tell the reason, and she couldn't tell if she liked it. Was it maybe what a handsome man looking at you felt like? She couldn't deny that much. She forced herself to smile again, to push the feeling into the back of her mind, and to listen intently to the professor's class.