Thread: First Past the Post (Hetero female with starters and plots)

Plot VI My sub to your dom. High fantasy medival setting. Maybe vaguely germanic, but I'm not picky. The plot is only half-developed here really, I've only got my character and her history sorted out. Mostly devised to fuel my little fetish, but we could take it in any direction you please. Rixande acquired a curse or blessing that causes her hair to grow over two feet per day--we can save the logistics for the roleplay. Now twenty-ish, five years prior her parents entrusted her wellbeing to a sleezy sideshow ringmaster, and she travels along with him as the 'Lady of the Sun and Moon', not seeing most of the money that she earns for him. As for your character, you could either play another of the freaks, or a worker with the circus, and the two of them could either attempt to overturn or escape the ringmaster, or your character could blackmail mine, or maybe they would try to swindlesteal money from patrons of the sideshow together, so that they could retire to a swankier lifestyle elsewhere . . . I'm open to wherever this could go. Or else you could play a wealthy patron who comes to the sideshow, and collects curiosities. In doing so, he takes a fancy to Rixande and purchases her contract from the Ringmaster. Either a noble whose gold burns a hole in his pocket or a mage who is fascinated and wants to study her in some capacity. When I attempted this before, we made it so that her hair grew in gold and platinum alloys, making it thus valuable and marketable . . . but the roleplay didn't get very far. Curious to see where this could go, anyways. The ballyhoo man??s outrageous claims drifted in through the colourful canvas, despite the din of the lutes, pipes, and mandolins. ??Within these walls are the assembled the strangest examples??nay contortions??of mankind, gathered from the four corners of the earth, from the sea and mountains, from peaceful plains and savage cannibal isles??? he launched, trying to draw the crowd. Every word selected to scintillate, to hook notice and refuse to release it. Rixande knew Felix??s claims well could in fact recite them herself in order as she fumbled to set her own personal stage to rights. The lion-man, abandoned by his mother in the wilds of the jungle, raised by wildcats to be the king of the wildcats. Truly, a shepherd from the northern mountains, the lad just had an odd affinity for carnivorous creatures. One that had him driven off, as such predators tended to dwindle the sheep herds. But Felix the Ringmaster would never tell the crowd such. Instead, he plowed onwards with his litany of exceptional humans. Dirklund, the strongest man in the world, of mightier strength than a team of four plowhorses. Isabella, the human doll, nearly fifty years old and as tiny and cherub-faced as any five-year-old child. The Human Masterpiece, Zystryx and his skin of Art, covered every inch over save one with fantastic and mystical drawings of his remote island tribe. Phing and Phongra the tantalizing twin contortionists, their lithe bodies able to flex into any shape at all, as if their flesh held no bones. Rixande herself was quashed in the middle of these claims, The Maiden of the Sun-and-Moon, whose hair grows golden-flax in the sun??s light, and bleaches pale as a pearl in the light of the moon, flowing in a river longer than any mortal woman??s. The other cursed ones followed her of course??the oft-transforming werewolf child that was the show??s main draw, the Clever Greymalkin, cat with a tongue of silver, and the poor cyan-eyed boy who screamed and screamed and screamed, always of the future, and always of the truth. Felix??s ballyhoo riled up the crowd and he had not yet even worked his whole way through their lineup Rixande could nearly feel their collective shudder of excitement. She always could, for every performance of these last five years. But this crowd tonight, they seemed exceptionally receptive, especially ready to be frightened and cajoled into surrendering a few more coins for a few more liberties with the sideshow performers. For Rixande always had and always would refuse to lower herself to the level of freak. Click to expand...