Before we get started there are several things I want to settle first. As suggested this will be unique for S&M in the fact that although I've been away for a long while I can imagine not much regarding the Gaia traditional S&M to be found hasn't changed. What do I mean? Simple, I provide true plots of mixed genre and expect romance not just smut, this blankets the flirtatious tensions of a building friendship, awkward moments to make us laugh and route for the couple, and a little adventure on the side.
Each plot I offer will have something new to it, be it the time frame, personality offered and needed to fill the role, but the similarity will always remain that I need a certain degree of literacy. I expect most to tell me they can return what is given them. Dandy but I've heard it before and had people drop off from the stress of the work load. I average a 2 to 3 paragraph minimum but if I feel inspired can give posts to an average of 5 to 6. My current personal record stands at 12.5 paragraphs but that was a really good day when I didn't have the kids or chores to do between posts.
Last time I was active on Gaia I ended up neglecting a lot of my home duties for this. I refuse to fall back in that rut like a heroine addict that swears they can deal and relapses any way. This given I will only keep one rp at a time at a pace of 1 to 3 posts a day. I have two toddlers in potty training and a house to maintain by myself, as much as I hate turning literate people away if I'm full, that's it. I will redirect anyone back to this if pressure is applied to me to accept more than I can handle. A warning has been issued.
Out of Kindness, I will post here the link to any RP I've Accepted in this guild so passers by will know to move on:
Currently Available Sub roles don't count but currently active in Home Forum as Naomie
I will add a new plot every Monday until a partner is found.
Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 9:40 pm
Men and the Sea
Taren Silverstoneclaims to be of Cuban Nationality and his looks certainly attest to that where his thick rapid fire Spanish accent might fail to do that but when he tells the story, it doesn't feel quite like the truth. He and___have been training under the same Boxing coach in the same gym for going on a year now.Tarenhas made his interest in___and him alone well known through out the gym and has even gone as far as to talk some of the other Boxers into pressuring___to acceptTaren'sinvitations for dates.
___is still on the fence about whether or not he's ready to explore the homosexual end of his bisexuality and the pressures he's being put under don't help one bit in tipping his favors toTaren.In fact it would seem the moreTarentries to get close to___,the more annoyed byTarenhe becomes. That pressure mounts to huge levels and leads to a certain bet that even the coach is getting in on, if___can beatTarenin a real match,Tarenwill have to back off completely. IfTarenwins the match,___will have to accept to just one date of___'schoosing.
Love concures Doubt andTarenwins the match if only by the skin of his teeth. Bitter about his loss and being forced to go on even one date with this pest,___plans a date tailor made to upsetTarenand force him to call it off.Tarenloathes anything to do with the ocean outside of sea food, especially Mermaids and swimming.___picks a romantic movie about Mermaids and reveals in the discomfortTarenshows for the whole hour and a half, indulging in a little bit of a compliment thatTarenhad swallowed his pride and opinions just to spend a little social time with him. This was only the first stage of the plot to irritateTaren,the second have was to go out to the beach. Knowing he was going to hate every last minute of it,Tarenagreed to take him.
Even after the final stage of his ides, beyond the point whereTarenshould have had no choice but to give up and leave, he sat out on the dock watching___swim in the ocean without him. He had to giveTarencredit for that. He did really seem to care and it was precious. Just as___was having a change of heart aboutTaren,he was swept up in a riptide and no one was around to save him but the water hatingTarenthat probably didn't know how to swim much less save him! He was going to drown and after he'd been so harsh toTarenwho only wanted to love him!
Tarencould swim, swim better than most. He just didn't. He saw the riptide coming and tried to shout and warn___but it was too late, and for a moment he really didn't care what was going to happen so long as___didn't drown. He tossed his remaining clothing to the wind and ran out to the water until his legs gave way to his mertail screaming his loves name.
Getting a half unconscious___back out onto the sand in the shallows was hard forTarenemotionally. His tail, his own claim to Merfolk heritage and the ocean that had betrayed him, he couldn't take it and couldn't fathom how___would ever accept his love as serious knowing what he was now and had been before he came to the surface world. The moment___spied his shiny tail he got so angry he couldn't stand looking at___,demanding that he leave right then and there and never speak to him again.
Can___ atone for his mistake and earn back the love of a man he had so thoroughly rejected? Beyond that, can he helpTarencome to grips with his relationship to the sea and work passed his self rejection?
Name : Taren Silverstone Age : 230, looks 23; Merfolk age by Decade Gender : Male Race : Merfolk/ Atlantic Silver Scale, disguised as Human Personal Orientation : Homosexual, impotent toward women, Seme Occupation : Jeweler/ He now owns his own shop in Savannah, Georgia, USA/ Boxer Skills : Small Firearm proficiency, Gemology, Limited Fashion Talents : Self Defense, Sharp Eye Special : Dual Form; Water reactant mer-form, Dual Breathing and senses, Underwater Sonar, Swift Swim Personality : Taren is the friendly type. Often he is a little touchier than is socially acceptable but most let him get away with it believing it's a culture thing from his being Latino. This is not the case. As a choice, he is a physical being and one of those that will judge a person's worth by their handshake, how they fight, even a kiss. The physical connection for him is a way to communicate his strength and gage that of the person he's touching. How people handle being touched tells a lot about them. His ability to this makes him perceptive. He picks up a lot of things most don't, like picking out poker tells. He's a natural Lie-detector but depending on what is lied about he may or not be mad about it. He's a bad liar himself and won't judge someone for false hoods, only the truths behind them. He is impulsive because he wants to be, still in the brine of finding his happiness in freedom. Very rarely will he hold something back, acting as if consequences don't exist, but he does stop to plan something or stubbornly refuses to do something it will be important if only to him. For the rest of the time, when things go wrong, he will cling to tenacity in attempts to salvage the situation by burying his feelings in happy things so he can forget about them without reflection. Once it gets to the point that the situation can't be saved, he lets his emotions go in a full force storm until they blow out. His impulses make him loud and maybe a tad obnoxious but he means well and forbids boredom in his presence. Flaw : Extreme Aqua phobic, Racist to merfolk, Invades personal space Redeeming Feature : Self entertaining, Nonjudgmental, Listens, Loyal Likes : Using his legs, Physical Training, Independent work, Shellfish Meat, Silver Jewelry, Guns, Social Gatherings, Video Games Dislikes : The Ocean Religiously, Merfolk, Being Coddled or Spoiled, Facing his feelings Background : Simply put, male Merfolk are rarely seen because they are considered valuable to the Merfolk. In a clutch of 100 merfolk eggs, typically only a quarter of the eggs develop into males. It is typical that out of a 100 hatchlings, 10 is the highest expectation of those to survive to maturity. This given, males are treated like treasure. They are forbidden from hunting on their own and protected fiercely. This makes them of small stature and weak fighters when cornered alone. This was Taren's whole existence for the first century of his life. Constantly watched over with the rest of the males of his pod, of which there were only 7, 2 his age the others older and useful only as breeders or home makers. It was normal. His second century had brought with it the elevated status of maturity. If immediately being thrown into the breeding circle could be considered a prize. They up held it as an honor but he soon shared in the secret empty feeling each of the matured breeder males kept. This spell made him disconnected from his pod and frigid to the females, incurably impotent to them and no longer of use as a breeder. He was demoted to clutch nurse, tasked with tending the eggs. It was only by chance that he managed to get away from his fate. The huntresses had crossed a school of colossal squid and unwittingly guided the beasts back to the pod in their panic. The massacre was horrid and scarring to someone that had not been permitted to hunt before. The guards that had been set to protect the males and nests were needed to fend them off but didn't leave until they collapsed the cave openings in which the nests were kept. In the confusion, Taren had panicked for a way out digging a new hole in the rock that only a tiny male would have been able to fit through. How he managed to out swim the squids is still a blur but he suspects it has something to do with his size. Hiding out with Dolphins and whales at surface depth for safety, he was lead to shore around the general area of the island off the Cuban coast. He didn't know what he was doing or the language, but he didn't want his pod finding him either. Pretending to be human, he learned that humans needed money to live and valued pearls and meats. He fished for pearls at night, and caught fish by net to sell to the humans while keeping himself alive. To them he looked like a child, having been small and spindle figured, easy pickings for bandits and perverts. It was harsh but he lived through it and got stronger and smarter for it. He'd managed to keep a trove of wealth hidden to save up for a trainer. He'd spent 30 years getting to the current size that he is, able to defend himself effortlessly and amass wealth from traveling inward to land on fights and his knowledge of pearls. With some help from his trainer and by then friend, he started a taking on bigger fights and apprenticed under a jeweler to learn more about other gems. He is currently working to get himself permanently away from the ocean, having moved to the America's to avoid any merfolk, much less the remnants of his pod, that might want to capture him and return him to that empty life of being a breeder.
LOOKS Hair : Black, Short cut, and thick Eyes : Light Crystalline Blue Distinguishing Feature : Cuban Spanish Accent to his English, two hoop earrings in each ear, a beaded extension in the hair behind his right ear Height : 5'2"
Notes for Play * He will avoid questions about his creature type, though you are free to guess * Will aggress when near something he specifically dislikes * Substitutes "She" for "it", never uses "it" * He collects retro video games
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Pairing Style Summery :: BoxerxBoxer, MermanxHuman Yaoi, Slice of Sports Life Romance Flavor Bite :: Sister Hazel - All for You
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Role to Be Filled Expectations :: For this one, I would like to see a strong male that is willing and able to put up a good hunt, all the building blocks for a relationship are there plus some but the trick is getting over that big trip up. The role is pretty clear in it's definition but for clarification, I want a male Boxer that's a bit scared of his homosexual side. The rest is up to the partner.
Remember when you were very little and still very much into toys, there was always that one special toy you simply couldn't live with out? The Favorite toy, the one we cried for when it was broken or missing because it had to be so lonely without you and you were so lonely without it? As you got older it was the one you held on to the hardest. It might have been hard to let some others close to your heart go but this one you couldn't even see yourself handing over to your own children as an heirloom.
___ had a toy like that, an old china doll for his mother's collection that wasn't worth much but still just so pretty. Remembering how they used to play, it almost seemed like that doll would come to life and sometimes even grow into an adult size but that was just imagination gone wild. Ira was just his imaginary friend that lived inside the doll that's why they looked so alike. Now ___ is all grown up, looking into dropping out of collage with a broken dream just trying to make it on his own without going back home. Money just won't let him do what he wants to with his future and the unfairness was driving him to drink. He still has Ira, sitting on a shelf in his bedroom still so perfect looking and so still compared to how ___'s imaginary friend used to be. He missed that Ira and now sitting on the end of his bed, blacked out drunk and crying, he looks up at that little porcelain body and speaks his hearts first and foremost wish in that moment...He needs to see that Ira again, the one that always made everything okay. He needed Ira in his life right then, right that second, or he wasn't going to make it.
As a twist of fate, or repression of memory that time and age does to people, the Ira___ needed was real. The Doll his soul inhabited was enchanted and he had really come to life to play with ___ as a boy and he'd come to love him just as much as he was loved. It was torture to back off and stay still, sleeping in the doll form, to let ___ grow up normal and happy but it was something he had to do for him, cause that's how love worked. Sitting on that shelf in ___'s apartment bedroom he watched over him, checking in that he slept well. Cleaned up after him in the dark of night to help him out if only a little, his connection to ___ hadn't waned one bit even though he was mostly forgotten. So now that he had watched ___ break down, beg the heaven's for him to come back to him he couldn't help himself. He had to go to him and wipe the tears from his eyes, let him know that he'd never once left his side.
Maybe it was the Alcohol for ___, maybe it was Ira's pent up feelings, but that first mutual kiss made the love they shared blossom in an adult way. Their reunion lasted for one round before ___ passed out and Ira held him close into morning. He dreaded the look on ___'s face in the morning to come, having woken up hungover with no memory of what had passed between them. A strange person in his bed, a man no less, and one that looked identical to his favorite childhood toy, the doll named Ira...which was now missing because that stranger was his Ira....
Name : Ira FairBanks Age : Was born just before the American Civil War Era looks 24 Gender : Male Race : Enchanted Doll Personal Orientation : Homosexual, Seke, believe it or not he can get aggressive enough to Seme if needed to but naturally gravitates to Uke Occupation : Ex Hair dresser/ stylist Skills : Handling blades for grooming purposes, any blade, no combat skills what so ever Talents : Beauty, style and color, Adaptability Special : Human and Doll Form, Immortal, but can be smashed and killed Personality : One would blame the fact that Ira's a Doll for why he's androgynous, but no that's just Ira, he's just a perky little guy that shines like the sun with humor and flirty sass. He's a natural talker and will rape your ear if you don't cut him off early, just shoving unwanted information in your ear hole. He has his own opinions on just about everything and freely shares often to the point he sorta gets pushy with it, once he's got passion in something he's not gonna stand for any other version and this is the major problem why some people just don't like him. He'll smile through anything and crack jokes to brighten any situation, he's not a fighter, never has been. His fight or flight instinct is set to Love. When faced with conflict Ira will divert it with flirty advances that are both serious and attempts to scare off homophobs. Bubbly little thing that he is for and exterior, behind closed doors he internalizes everything. He's a deeply depressed person that wonders if anyone really likes him for himself or just because he's basically a man whore, pretty, and totally crazy at parties. He puts on a great performance to hid it, determined to keep his rainy days to himself so he can be someone else's sunshine. Flaw : A light weight drinker, prone to depressions, everything's a joke, pushy, often seems to not have any self respect Redeeming Feature : He keeps his weepy moments to himself, he makes those around him happier than himself, life of the party Likes : Tall gentlemen, intimate toys, Risky PDA Dislikes : Witches, Drama Queens, ugly hair Background : Ira was born and raised in a place of beauty, taught that everything should be at it's best and so long as it was everything would be okay. So that's how he got through the war and it's horrors as his home was marched over. He managed to get out but it took him shedding his family to do it. He went west toward Texas and found work in a barber shop where his vanity ran rampant. This made him easy prey to a witch he'd wronged with his opinions. She offered him a way to remain young and beautiful forever and hardly explained any of it. From that he allowed her to connect him to a little porcelain doll that looked exactly like him at the time of the curse. She left him leave with the doll in hand promising him eternal beauty and hiding the side effect. With his doll he also accepted a slam of mortal bad luck. That next day just going to and from work at the barber shop he near died 7 times. Fate got in him the end though, a drunkard shot him in a mugging. Upon his death, his soul was called to the doll and it became his body. This curse forced him to live out eternity as a beautiful little doll, the life of a toy from then on out. It took him a long time to figure out how to act around people without scaring them, how to act like a doll was supposed to, and then trying harder to figure out how to take a human shape again and hold it. Even now that he has figured it all out, mastered his situation, he did try to live as a human but his lover's always found him out in the end. His depression from this is what's holding him down to the doll side of himself, so slowed down to face his eternity.... LOOKS Hair : Blonde ear length in Man-tails Eyes : Blue-green Distinguishing Feature : pick tails and yellow nail polish, Pierced ears/ In Doll Form he is made of shiny white Porcelain and painted features. Appraisers claim he isn't very valuable although no consistent reason can be found Height : 15 inches/ 1'3" in Doll form, 5' 5" in human form Build : Fragile, feminine
Pairing Style Summery :: OwnerXDoll/ Fantasy Comedic Romance, "Toy Story" Inspired, Cute Unique Situation S&M Yaoi, Hetero Confusion Flavor Bite : Right Here Waiting For You
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Role to Be Filled Expectations :: For this one, I would like to see a hardcore goth/punk metal collage student in a band. He's either Hetero and struggling with this unbelievable attraction he can't explain or deeply hidden in the closet for the sake of keeping his "popularity". The word here would probably be grungy. The rest is up to the Partner.
