Role Play discussion

Hello!

OMG, sorry!!!! Didn't see this!

Hi :)

It's okay! I'm so sorry, I didn't get a notification! Okay, so… I'll post the idea again.

Ok, cool :)

Anyone up for a sort of demented rp in the renaissance? I guess it can also be modern.... Dunno. Anyways, here's the vague plot. *hint hint nudge nudge* it's not a romance. so technically I'm not expecting to have a wide array of responses... :|

Scotland, 1589~ the Lievenfeld Mansion.
A boy and his younger sister live in the Mansion left to the three of the remaining Lievenfield family members. But who's the third? Their mother/father. Three days ago, they've received news that their other parent has been killed (by something... Or someone). Overwhelmed by grief, the brother is forced to pull out of grammar school and work to earn a reasonable wage for the family to live, for the monarchs will give no sort of pension. And though they live in a mansion, it had been left alone for over a century before they moved in. People talk of a ghost who inhabits the place...
Meanwhile, his sister stays by their remaining parent's bedside, tending to them after the parent falls dreadfully ill. They will not die, but are on the teetering sidewalk of life... And once they learn of their partner's death, the broken love tears at them, like a demon eating them from the inside, blackening their blood, and turning their skin alabaster. The grief consumes the parent, driving them into utter and complete madness. Psycopath madness. At first it's odd things, like random knife throwing. Then... The parent threatens his/her children's' lives.
What will they do?

Requirements
- Simple character sheets. The roleplay part's fun, not the charrie making..! Well... Usually.
- This isn't Hannibal or anything, don't go overboard. XD
- I'd love to be the younger sister.
- I really don't mind if you prefer to be the brother (that can always change to older sister, I guess) or the going mad parent.
- We can split the third part between ourselves... Or I could be practical and post this is a 1x1x1 thread...
- No doubles! Meaning we play the same character roles and do a double plot line.
- Detail! A good paragraph or more. Please?
- Okay... Now for grammar and simple English stuff. Spelling- most electronic devices have autocorrect these days. So... Spelling shouldn't be a big issue. If you're on a kindle or mobile phone (which I am on) I'll be lenient. Grammar... It's not hard, I swear. Just.. Try?
- Okay, I'm going to stop being such a douche now.


Sooo.... Anyone?

Sounds great! Can I be the older brother, then? Lolz

Absolutely.

Thanks :)

No problem! Okay, so… character time? They don't have to be detailed.

Yeah. So...for the simple character sheets, what did you have in mind? Like, name, age, personality, appearance...? Maybe history, lol? Whatever you want :)

Yeah, exactly. It doesn't have to be long, though. :) I'll get to making his sister… and before I start, do you want to make this Renaissance or modern?

I don't mind lol. For the plot, though Renaissance might make more sense/work better...lol. Again, up to you, though. I don't mind--either way would be fun.

Yeah, I'd personally prefer to do it Renaissance. Soo… Should I post his sister first?

Sure, lol :) I'll make the brother now...

Okay!

Wait, what ages should they be?

His younger sister is going to be about 12.

Ok. So do you want him to be...idk, somewhere between 14 and 16 lol?

Yeah, that works. It's completely up to you.

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➞ Cat
➞ Lyn

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⟨Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ⟩
Cat is a fierce little thing, but her young age makes up for any stupid things she does. However, Cat can be quite shy at times. She's always been close to her brother, and especially close to her father, who is currently away. Catelyn's personality doesn't suit her graceful name very much, so she has no issues whatsoever with her brother calling her 'Cat'. She can get very aggressive at times and has a 0% filter as to what comes out of her mouth, which is my she usually leaves the talking to her brother, who, to her, is much more civilised. Although their family is not that well off, Cat is kept in the dark about these financial issues. She loves to read old historic tales of knights in far off places and raging wars with dragonfire, and also loves to climb. Her mother tells her it will be the cause of her death, but Cat pays no attention to that.

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Cat was born in England, and when she was four years old, the family moved to Scotland. Cat was taught grammar and literature by her father, who had gone to grammar school in his earlier years. She taught herself how to climb out of simple boredom. Cat grew up in Scotland along with her older brother, and her voice is a british accent tinged with some scottish accent in there.

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Cat has one black cat, which she's named Tybalt.

Name: Alexander Lievenfeld

Nicknames:
-Alex
-Xander

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Appearance:



Personality:

Alex is generally polite and respectful of adults, and also selfless and kind, which makes him a pet of some of the ladies his parents are friends with. He is calm, collected and smart, but also fairly confident and easygoing, He is generally kind, but he has a quick temper that is especially invoked by anyone criticising his family, or in any way harming his little sister. He is fiercely loyal and defensive of her, and his temper will blow if anything happens to her. Alex is intelligent and quick thinking, and more than responsible enough for himself and his little sister. He doesn't like being told what to do, and has a very strong sense of justice. However, can always come up with a plant to get them out of trouble. He has a light, not unkind sense of humour, but he will take you seriously if you need him to. When in a good mood, he is happy to play with his sister, and laugh and joke around with people. When he's moody, though, he is very brooding, short tempered and so,somewhat impolite. Anyone who knows him is smart enough to keep well away at times like this.

History:

Alex took his family's move more harshly than his sister did. Alex was old enough at the time to understand what was happening, and he certainly wasn't happy about it. He was always an intelligent kid, and always helpful and kind. He had also had his quick, radical mood swings since he was a little child, happy and playful one minute and sulky or angry the next. At first, he had been annoyed by his parent "replacing" him with another child, but his attitude quickly changed. When his sister was just a few days old, he was already overprotective of her, and loved her with all of his little child's heart.

Other:

Alex is a reader above everything else, although he also loves sport and playing with his little sister.

I love him! So… where should we start?

I don't mind, lolz. Anywhere. So...they don't know their parent (father, I think...lol) died...right? Not yet.

No, not yet. How about… corridors of the mason? And I gtg, so mind starting it off?

Not at all, just gimme a sec, lol. I'm on my iPod, but the app is glitchy, so getting on desktop... Ok. And he's still going to school?

No probs. And he is.

"Morning, mother," Alex said, rushing past her seat at the dining table. He ignored the slightly disapproving frown he knew she was giving him and dodged around the table to his seat. "Don't have time," he told her, grabbing a buttered piece of bread from the centre of the table. "Exams next week. Can't miss anything because I was forced to stand in the hallway for first lesson or because my hand hurts too much to write...." That was unpleasant on a number of levels. Alex knew only too well how painfully his teacher could use the ruler he kept behind his desk.

He wolfed down his food and smiled at Cat across the table, before rising and swinging his jacket on over one shoulder, dressed simply in a shirt and trousers. His mother's frown deepened slightly as she reminded him to tuck his shirt in, not leave a tail hanging out the back. Alex rolled his eyes and obliged, slinging his satchel over his shoulder and disappearing through the door and out into the hallway.

"See you, Cat," he called over his shoulder. "Later, Mother."

Catelyn was already seated at the table, her delicate and small fingers already slightly sticky with strawberry marmalade when her brother came in. She looked at him with a smile in her eyes, but deep inside she felt a small tinge of jealousy mixed in with everything. She also wanted to go to Grammar School, but according to her mother; or rather, society, it would be unfit for a girl to go to school. Cat's mother had never gone to school, and was only vaguely literate, so when Cat complained about education, their mother would use that to chide her daughter into silence. Cat knew she was lucky enough to be able to read and write, though the ink smudges her hand left behind on the letters when she wrote certainly needed improving. Catelyn had been born left handed, and seeing that she had never gone to school, and their parents weren't too strict, she hadn't been forced to become a right-handed person.

She watched with her deep grey eyes as Alex rushed around the table, nonchalantly dressed as always, to her great amusement. Cat liked his morning carelessness, when he was in a rush... But she also knew that being late to school wasn't something that greatly pleased Alex. She flashed him a rare, sharp-toothed grin back across the table as she bit into her piece of bread. Within seconds, he had already finished and was heading out.

"Bye, Alex!" She called back. "Have fun at school..." But the last part was muttered. Catelyn lowered her gaze to her plate as her smile faded. Cat held in her sigh, not wanting to aggravate her mother. She ran a hand through her tangled brown bed hair, which she never brushed unless her mother made her, or unless they were going out into town. But trips out into the small markets of northern Scotland were becoming a rarity. So much had changed since Papa had gone off...

"Master Alex." The soft voice of Sophie, the maid, rang through the corridor. Alex turned as she rushed towards him, carrying a package under her arm. "Your lunch. You mother requested that I remind you not to forget it this morning. She was rather exasperated."

"Thank you, Sophie," Alex sighed, taking the package and jamming it deep into his satchel. He glanced back up at the girl, feeling a twinge of sorrow. She wasn't much older than him, really. The old maid had been an older woman, who was fired for slapping him after he and Cat had gotten into trouble. Sophie was maybe eighteen, at a stretch, and far too young and too gentle for this job. His mother wasn't the easiest person to deal with, or work for, and poor Sophie was about to figure that out... Alex sighed again, remembering his own sister's predicament. His education meant the world to his father, and Alex had high hopes of becoming a scientist or something of the sort. Poor Catelyn was stuck at home all day with their mother, and not much to do. Alex could sense the jealousy in her voice when they discussed school, but there was nothing he could do. As much as he loved his lessons, he would trade them in an instant for Catelyn to go to school and be happy.

Sophie hurried away, and Alex trotted back down the corridor. Passing the door to the dining room, Alex glanced his mother and sister one last time that morning, before stepping outside into the cobbled street and closing the door behind him. He sighed and jammed his hands into his pockets, setting off down the road, towards his school.

Cat stood up with permission from her mother and took her leave. She strutted out of the great hall at a pace that was not very fast- in fact, she rubbed her eyes and yawned behind a hand as she walked down the corridors. She slowly sauntered up the carpeted stairs and into her bedchamber. With a tired sigh, the young girl flopped onto her bed, her silvery eyes looking through the cool dimness of the chamber towards the ceiling.

The light availability within the room was little. Only a few candles burned low on a rack, and the rest of the light came from slits in the wall. They were arrow slits, that much Catelyn knew, but dangerous as they were , they offered little luminosity. Three fingers of light probed their way through her chambers' darkness. Catelyn rested her head on her pillows, and closed her eyes for awhile. Inside her mind she could see her bedchamber, with its small space, and it's tight, secluded walls... And suddenly she could feel the crumbling limestone and lichen on her hands, sense the fine threads of a broken spiderweb on her face... And the walls, they were pressing in, in, in, and she scrabbled at the walls to find a holding, and when at last she found one it was almost too late... Catelyn hoisted herself up and began to climb faster and faster and faster, but the walls kept closing in , so she increased her speed of climbing- and then she fell.

Cat bolted upright in bed and cursed mentally. She was feeling wretched from the dream she had just had. She missed him, though. Far too much. She wanted to see her father again.

((Should I time skip to Alex coming back home from school? Maybe she slept through the day or something, lol. There's just not that much to RP without it...))

((I don't mind, I can do anything. And sorry it took a me a while to respond, HW overload last night -__- lol))

((That's fine, mine was the same last night. I think the time skip is a good idea. :) ))

Alex leapt up the steps to his house, swinging the door shut behind him so it closed with a bang. Instinctively, he glanced around, looking out for his mother, waiting for her irritated sigh at the noise he was making. When there was no sign of her, he sighed and dropped his satchel over one of the hooks on the door, loosening his starched, uncomfortable tie and dropping it on top. Then he padded into the kitchen.

"Afternoon, Sophie," he greeted her with a tip of his head as he ran the tap and poured himself a glass of water, ignoring her offers of assistance. He was fifteen years old. He didn't need anyone pouring his water, or frowning over his behaviour as his mother did. He was practically a grown up. "Have you seen my mother?"

"No, Master Alex," she murmured, nervously. "She retired to her room early this afternoon. Complained of headaches, sir. She requested for you two to be served supper without her."

"That's unfortunate indeed," Alex said, smiling to himself. "Thanks."

He took the steps two at a time, a smile blossoming on his face. He supposed he shouldn't be so ecstatic that his mother wasn't going to be bothering them for a few hours, band should probably feel sorry for her or something of that sort, but he was really beyond caring. It meant one less day of having his mannerisms harshly criticised, and having his mother clucking over him like a hen over a bad egg, did he? He sighed. Why couldn't she appreciate him at all? Their father was always proud of his son, no matter what he did. His father cared about every test he scored well on, cared about every, uniform day at school. His mother seemed to care for nothing, certainly not him.

"Cat?" Alex called, softly, careful not to speak too loudly, and wake their mother in her room down the hall. Smirking, he remembered that he shouldn't enter a lady's room without permission or something of that sort, according to his mother. He rolled his eyes and barged in.

Catelyn had eventually fallen asleep, and the dreams of falling and crushing walls had dissipated after awhile, giving way to blankness and boron dreams that were not worth remembering. However, Cat preferred having boring dreams to nightmares, but she often thought of her brother, and her father... The two men had never really been able to stay indoors that much, and to be truthful, neither of them did. Alex, after all, had school, and her father was constantly traveling. Catelyn stirred in her sleep as she heard her name being called. Tybalt, her pet, opened up his green eyes lazily and sauntered over to the door, his black fur rippling in the dim light.

Lying sprawled on top of the eiderdown, with a small stature, Catelyn looked much like the animal from which her nickname stemmed from. She was curled up on herself, and still sleeping. However, when her brother barged in, the drowsiness started to leave.

Once the door flew open and Alex strode in confidently, Tybalt gave an angry hiss at her brother's leg, his sharp little feline fangs bared. Cat tried to pull herself out of sleep's grasp, and tried to inch her eyes open, but they felt glued together with sleep. With a loud yawn, she rubbed her eyes open and looked up. "Hi, Alex." Her voice was a raw whisper from its long time-span of disuse. Wearily, Cat tried to sit up, but then decided she'd rather lie down and so gave up on that.

"You alright?" Alex asked, concernedly, perching on the end of her bed, the cockiness and delight from his expression gone. "You don't look--or sound--too well..." He reached over to feel her forehead, knowing she would swat him away, but trying anyway.

He surveyed his little sister, smiling fondly. They'd always been close, but it was even more necessary to rely on each other now, with their father away. They had both been incredibly close to him, and didn't share the same fondness for their mother, for some reason. Alex's expression clouded slightly at the thought of her. When had she become so unbearable. He was fairly sure he had loved her once. Back when she read to him and cuddled him and was proud to have him as a son. Back when she cared.

Alex aimed an angry kick at his sister's cat. The two had never gotten along particularly well, and only their mutual love for Catelyn made them tolerate each other. Alex hissed right back at Tybalt, stealing his thunder some and leaving him looking slightly bemused. Alex chewed his lip and turned back to his sister, his eyes clearly agitated and angry, on top of everything else.

Well, unsurprisingly, Catelyn did indeed attempt to bat his hand away. "I'm fine!" She grumbled. "I'm fine. I was just tired." To emphasise that she gave another yawn, this time burying her face in the pillow to do it. That made her want to fall asleep right there again, but she rolled over and looked up at her brother. "How was schoo- hey!" She exclaimed, suddenly much more awake. "Don't kick Tybalt!" She knew they both disliked each other but that didn't mean they had to start a war.

The black cat hissed angrily at Alex and here he stalked out of the room in a pompous manner, head held high and tail erect. Catelyn watched him leave and then with a sigh turned to Alex. She didn't fail to find his anger and agitation as she searched his face. A small crease of worry appeared on her forehead. "Alex..." She began quietly, "is everything alright?" She chewed on her upper lip before looking at the door through which Tybalt had just left. "Is it me? Or did Tybalt make you angry?" She asked him softly.

Catelyn looked up at him with her silvery eyes, her love for her brother etched by worry. "Alex... Tell me what's bothering you." She played around with the hem of his shirt sleeves, folding the fabric up and down. It was an uncanny habit which Cat had always had.

Alex watched the cat go, snorting slightly at the cat's swagger. Then his face grew serious, as he considered her question for a moment, allowing her to fiddle with the sleeves of his shirt.

"It's nothing," he sighed, sagging back against the bed frame and running his hands through his overgrown--at least in his mother's opinion--dark curls, making them stand on end. Alex gave a short laugh. "Certainly not you, or your cat..." The last word was said with some, involuntary contempt. He frowned pensively. "Really. I'm just sick of Mother and her constant, monotonous criticism of everything around her, and her taking it out on us, and..." He sighed and let the truth of it out. "I miss father, Cat. I want him to come home."

Alex sighed, feeling like a little kid, complaining about all this. He was generally resilient and cheerful, but the whole situation had been grating on him for a while, and he was just sick and tired of the whole thing. His patience was thinner than a sheet of ice, and he was about to crumble.

"Well..." He turned and smiled at Cat, in a pathetic attempt to raise both of their spirits. "On a more positive note... You heard about mother? She'll be out for the whole evening, possibly until tomorrow. You know how she gets with her..." He shrugged. "Migraines or whatever. Anyway, when was the last time you left the house?" He asked, concernedly. It was so like their mother to coop Catelyn up for days, and he knew how crazy it would drive his feisty sister. "I was thinking we could do something different this evening. Do you have anything in mind?"

Cat gave a small, sad sigh that sounded more like a whimper than anything else as she lay beside Alex. Cat watched him mess up his dark curls with a twinge of pain. She saw her father so much in Alex that it hurt. It made her feel like Alex was the only person she could really trust in this godforsaken household. Cat entrusted her brother with innermost secrets, and with him, she felt like she could speak simply, and feeling, without having to worry about what she was saying... Not that she could generally control her tongue, but it wasn't like Catelyn to think before she spoke or said anything out loud. But she simply said, "I miss him too, Alex. I want him to come back too." She looked down at her feet. "I don't know why mother's acting like that," she admitted, "but I know I want Fa to come back."

Catelyn looked back up at him before she returned the smile with a little, unsure one. But at his words, she had to grin. "I suppose that is good news for you, hmmm?" She smiled. "Oh- Well, you know. With mother being so... Poorly, as one might put it, I haven't been allowed out for three days now. Oh, the boredom! You've got no idea what it's like." Her eyes widened at his proposition. "We should go out," She suggested. "Definitely go out. But what if mother finds out?

((Sorry this one's so short, gotta run.))

((@Alan: Please don't spam and this one needs time. It 'a not even at its climax yet, so maybe you should read the plot first.))

((@Alan Please don't. You were already asked to stop. Besides, I'd like to see how you roleplay. At least we use proper punctuation :P unlike you (apparently) do. I'm not trying to be mean, just please don't spam here or criticise the roleplay.))

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Alex tsked gently, playing with the ends of his sister' stair. Sometimes he could hardly believe she was already twelve--she seemed like the little child he had played soldiers with and read stories to. Other times, she seemed twice her age, wise and knowing. He smiled fondly, straightening and pushing himself ho against the wall.

"Oh, if mother finds out, a number of us won't be alive by tomorrow morning. First she'll get me, for letting you out, then you for following me, and then Sophie, for not stopping us." He grimaced at Cat, pulling a face. The he broke into a grin. "Out it is, then. Where? We could go to the park, where Fa used to take us when we were little. Where I sank my Christmas present--the wooden carved ship I was playing with, and jumped in after it." He smiled at the memory. "I did get it, though. Or we could go somewhere else... Up to you, Cat."

Catelyn let him toy around with her hair. She always liked it when he did so- it felt nice and comforting, just to know that someone with tender fingers was close. Her mother would always tie up her hair when she was much younger.. But now... Well. It didn't always turn out well, but Cat did try... But she was happy that she had Alex. He was the best brother she could ever hope for, and when he got older she didn't want him to leave home like their father. That was her main fear. Losing her brother.

Catelyn chuckled at his reflection. "Oh- but poor Sophie, then mother would probably sack her for it and get an old one like earlier on." Thinking of that made can wince from the simple memory of it. Cat chewed on her tongue for awhile before giving a shrug. The likelihood that their mother would them outside or that they'd gone out was extremely slim.

"Oh, yes, I remember now. It was a beautiful ship. I remember he got me a porcelain doll." Cat grinned at her brother. "Not a clever idea, remember?" The following day it had fallen to the floor and ended up with its delicate and painted face smashed in. Cat had used the clothes once they discarded the doll to make Tybalt winter slippers with hacks stitching. The cat had simply chewed them off his paws- deliberately. Pink probably wasn't his favourite colour, then, "Yes. Yes! We ought to go to the park. Please?" She smiled up at him.

"Of course," Alex smiled. He wanted to go too; the thought of the place made him feel happier than he had in a while. The house, once bright and cheerful, was now dismal and lifeless, and Alex needed to get out. Besides, the park was one place filled with good memories. He remembered flying his kite there when he was younger, and getting it stuck in a tree. He climbed up to get it, and got stuck, over ten metres off the ground and too terrified to move. His father had climbed up and brought him down, calming him with gentle words and a soothing touch. "We'll go there. Let's not tell Sophie...?"

He didn't want to worry her, or get her into anything she couldn't deal with. She might try to stop them, which likely wouldn't end well for her, and might even get their mother, if she was scared enough. No, it was better to sneak out without notifying her. It was kinder, really.

"Well,I don't want another maid like the last one," he shuddered. "Ms. Thrope, wasn't it? Something like that." He thought of her iron grey curls, enormous build and screechy voice that still rang in his ears sometimes when he was doing something he wasn't supposed to be. Like now.

Master Alexander, what do you think you're doing? Her voice screeched in his head. He pushed away the thought and turned to Car, smiling. "Push all we go then? No point in wasting daylight. Or mother's headaches..." He smirked. "I probably shouldn't be so delighted, should I?"