One Player Ready for Any GM - Any Setting

[little_golden]

Hi....

I've love to play a RP in your imaginary setting. You are the GM and you control all the variables (time, place, .....monsters, NRPS, everything). I control a female character that you create. You tell me what she looks like, abilities, talents, education, skills, moods, orientation, habits, etc. I'll strive to play her perfectly in character. I'll add some detail, if needed to help to develop her personality and life experience. I invite anyone reading it to score it on 1 to 10 in terms of how I play the character to your description.

Any one interested?

Smiles

Naughty Cindy

 

[cats]

This is an interesting experiment, I'll talk to a couple friends about it and see if I can't come up with somthing for you. If not I'm more then willing to read it and tell you how I think you did. Good luck.

 

[Chastable]

Hey

hey sexy!

was wondering if you would like to start role playing,

any setting, its your choice just let me know and ill let my imagination run wild!



let me know

garreth

 

[little_golden]

If you are offering to GM... You have complete control. Paint me a picture for the setting and give me enough background info to work with it. Describe the woman you want me to play per my original post. I'm ready when you are. (I welcome our evaluator, maybe she/he can score you on your GM ability too.

Smiles

Naughty Cindy

 

[Maka]

I'm definitely willing to give GMing a shot, if the space is still open.

 

[Jagged]

Hello.....nice to see a player so wishing to play and do a good job. I plan to update my Tunnels and Trolls fantasy rp game...Please give some of the posts a read and let me know if you would like to join the heroic band that is exploring the brutal mountain terrian in search of a magic book taken by evil trolls.

 

[Maka]

little_golden has been kind enough to give me the nod.

The setting is steampunk fantasy. It's a world where for a long time the mages ruled; sometimes directly, through wizard-kings and god-emperors, sometimes subtly, through secret societies of magic-users and quiet manipulation of the weaves of fate.

The Industrial Revolution (long held at bay by the wizards) finally put an end to all of that, as common humanity discovered the power of steam and clockwork. One no longer needed to be born with the wealth and connections enough for an occult education, and with the rare natural talent for magic; the new devices put power into its people.

In several of the nations most harshly ruled by the wizard elite, there were bloody revolutions, aided and inspired by the new technology, and there now exist unstable, revolutionary governments. Elsewhere, the mages, in the face of the people's anger, are slowly giving in to an increasing list of concessions; the right of non-mages to vote in Parliament; the right of the people to have free and open access to occult libraries and education if they wish it, and so on. Intrigues, betrayals and individual power-grabs constantly complicate these negotiations.

Our heroine, as played by little_golden, is Mya Galewood. Mya is the only child of Jarad Galewood, one of the foremost pioneers of the new technology and a long-time fighter for civil rights. She has been brought up with machines , and knows better than anyone else how to maintain and repair them. She has also devised several innovatory devices herself.

She is twenty years of age, below average height, with close-cropped brown hair that is usually arranged in irregular spikes around her head, laughing blue eyes, a tiptilted nose, an infectious grin and creamy skin that is usually at least slightly dusted with soot. She typically wears a tight-fitting shirt and leather breeches (she is totally unaware of how they emphasise her curves) and over them a greatcoat that is slightly too big for her.

Mya is something of a tomboy, having been brought up to play with clanking, steambelching machines rather than dolls; she loves adventures and exploring. She has a warm, exuberant personality that can barely be contained within her small frame; few can help but love her. She is somewhat naive and innocent of the world.

She lives in Stormsent, a northern port city in the nation of Arden. Arden had, from the first, a more tolerant policy towards technology than most other nations: her father emigrated there from his native Gydon after being promised political immunity. The ruling council of Arden has traditionally been made up of mages, but lately, a 'lower council' has been established, with one third as much voice as the ruling council in government, of non-magic-using commoners of note. This is not absolute equality, but it will satisfy the people for now.

Mya helps in her father's workshop in Stormsent.

 

[cats]

Sounds promising so far.

 

[little_golden]

Mya Awakens....

It was the screeching of birds, the bright morning sunlight, and the noisy vendors on the street below that woke Mya from her deep sleep. Slowly she opened her blue eyes as her brain tried to refocus her thoughts in those first few seconds between being fast asleep and wide awake. With her small feet, she pushed off several warm furs from her small single bed. Her one-piece sleeping gown, was a dainty yellow color, that covered her from her neck to her ankles.

"Another day... in the great city of Stormsent" Mya whispered aloud to no one in particular. It was wonderful to be alive. She had a habit of talking to herself. Many people found it quite odd. Mya didn't care what they thought. When working she was used to talking to herself, as she measure and worked. Every day Mya made a point of saying "Good morning" to each and every person she met. She loved talking to everyone and anyone. Most of all she loved talking to adventurers and people who had traveled far away so that she could learn of the technology in far away places. During the warmer months, Mya made a point of talking with the sailors on the docks to get their stories, adventures, and to learn what they had seen in their travels. Never did she ever imagine they were interested in her for more than her own stories and her pleasant requests for conversation.

Like every day, Mya looked from her bedroom window across to the City of Stormsent below, the docks and the open waters leading to the great waters beyond. It was a beautiful day, for the scent of flowers permeated the fertile land and masked some of the fishy smells of the docks. Looking down, there were scatterings of people already in the streets hawking all sorts of local goods from fish to exotic sea creatures or foreign goods from precious jewelery to bolts of expensive cloth.

Of all the shops in the city, there was a one shop she loved the most. It was here she would spent any money that her father gave her. This shop was a shop of strange tools, foreign metals, and other oddities. At times, she had spent almost the whole day in this shop eying this object or that object and trying to figure out how to make something with it. The old shopkeeper was a bit of a deviant and a shrewd merchant for she was sure with each purchase she had paid too much. But of course, she had no idea of the true value of the trinkets or bits of broken technology from other far away places. The old shopkeeper always looked at her in a peculiar way but she wasn't sure just quite why.

Again looking at the glass in the window, Mya saw her own reflection. Her father always told her that she was "pretty". Instinctively, she quickly ran her small fingers through her spiky short brown hair. At twenty years of age, she was worried about everything but hid her worries well. The everything that she worried about was that she was too short, too thin, too giggly, too much of a tom boy, and her clothes were ridiculed by others of her age.

In fact, a lot of the young women in the town ignored her completely since Mya didn't dress like them, talk like them, and didn't act like them. In fact, some of the meaner girls, suggested that she was a boy or suggested she was a girl that liked girls. When she was younger, one of the local children had suggested that she was a magical fairy created by a powerful magic user to repay a debt to her father. Mya had learned to "go with it" and to pretend everything was fine all the time. She was always pleasant and kind to others. Sometimes she was the butt of jokes, but she laughed it off.

There is nothing wrong with wearing a blouse and leather breeches. ...simple more practical.... In my father's workshop... the boys wear them..... I couldn't wear one of the pretty colorful dresses... it would get dirty and caught in the machinery..... The others just don't understand Mya thought to herself. In time they'll understand.

As she looked out, Mya remembered when she was younger how some of the ostracizing had hurt her, but now she felt more immune to it. In some quarters, she was respected as they saw her as her father's apprentice. He was a man of technology and that meant he could do things through machines that others could not. It was him, who had harnessed the wind to pump the city's water. Her father had designed and built the first mill for grinding the local flour for bread. He had even designed a machine to turn raw wool into fine cloth. Arden had benefited greatly from his talents.

Though Mya was not as knowledgeable as her father, she was a quick study and had learned the rudiments and how to help repair her fathers inventions. In some quarters of the city, she was seen as being "gifted" in the art of technology. A woman being so gifted was sometimes a cause of ridicule but those in need of her services never scoffed at her abilities. When her father sent her out to work, she was readily welcomed - although some of the great ladies in the city treated her as if she was a boy.

These days she worried more and more about her father whom she loved. He was aging and several of the widowed women in the city seemed determined to enter into marriage with him. Mya knew it wasn't for love they wanted him - but to secure his technology for their own extended families. The last thing she needed was a stepmother who would legally obtain certain rights over her as a step-daughter, including the right to marry her off and partial rights to his and her inventions. Of course, if he died when married, his wife not his daughter would inherit the workshop, business, and all his worldly possessions. She would have nothing but the clothes on her back.

As she stared into her reflection in the glass of the window, her bright blue eyes danced, causing her to giggle and smile. At times like this, she forced from her mind, that she and her dad were foreigners in Arden. The locals were good to them and paid them well for their inventions and for fixing things. But they were different in many ways and people were always suspicious of people that are "different". Sometimes she wished to "go home" but they couldn't - it wasn't so simple anymore. As long as she and her father were together they would do just fine wherever they were!

Mya wasn't political in the least of ways. As a young women, she was aware of the civil rights movement her father had worked so closely with in their own homeland. Yet, his political activities had caused her father such worries that he had emigrated to "protect them". It was no secret that the Arden was a sanctuary to them but in some ways a prison too. The local leaders wanted her father's ideas and innovations, and kept a close on him all the time. They claimed it was to protect him from assignation but Mya knew they were spied upon constantly. It was rumored that the caste of magicians used their dark arts upon both Mya and her father.

Mya looked to the docks and saw a beautiful wooden tall ship with three masts. The masthead glittered with painted gold leaf. The shape of a big busted woman covered the masthead. The sails were stowed away and there men without shirts working in the hot sun as they loaded and unloaded their cargo. That ship represented adventure and freedom to her. At times, she had dreamed that her and her father would escape on board such a ship. Escape to foreign lands where they could learn new technology, new metals, and new tools for fabrication. Mya loved to build in her father's shop, and most of her she wanted new technology and would trade almost anything for it. In her mind, she imagined building a new engine for the boat that would replace the dependency on the unpredictable nature of the four winds.

Sighing, Mya stepped away from the window. It was time to get dressed and she slipped out of her yellow sleeping gown. The floor was cold as she dashed naked to her dresser. The mirror on the wall was brutally honest with her. She was small in height, small in waist, small in breasts, with short brown hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a creamy complexion. Sure she had a pretty face, but in her mind the local boys seemed to have only eyes for the big busted local girls who seemed so stupid and foolish. They were interested in cleaning, mending, cooking, having children and keeping their husbands happy. Mya had could barely cook, sew, clean or do wifely functions. This was a bit of an irritant to her father - but he let it go since she was such a good help in his shop and so gifted at fixing things.

Some days, Mya wished she was more like the local girls. The figure of the big busted woman on the ship's masthead reminded her of how small her breasts looked in the mirror.

"Oh well.... At least I can see my toes...." Mya giggled as she pulled a white fitted blouse from her dresser and buttoned it up quickly. The blouse was obviously too small, but Mya simpled inhaled as she did up the last few buttons. The unintended effect was that her small perky breasts pressed hard against the fabric and her nipples poked hard at the fabric. Mya found a small pair of white silk panties which she stepped into and then pulled up. Next she found her small leather breeches and pulled them up in turn. The silk panties were a delight against the coarser leather. She had no idea how the pants formed against her small tight buttocks.

Mya brushed her hair several times as she reformed the spikes in her short cropped brown hair. She never bothered with any make-up or scents like the other girls. It seemed silly and artificial. In the shop, it caused the men to act silly towards her. In the shop, she commanded the attention of the younger men as she guided their work and created machines. It never dawned on her that several of these young were memorized by her sweet charms and assets.

Taking the steps two at a time, Mya bounced down the stairs, to the main kitchen area. She could smell smoke and knew that her father must be entertaining either a customer or a relative of prospective widow....

"Father...." she called out.

 

[Maka]

"Come in, dear", called Mya's father.

Inside the kitchen he was seated at the plain, solid wooden table opposite a stranger; a young, pale man with smooth braided dark hair, wearing a high-collared grey coat. The young man rose, rather awkwardly, at the sight of Mya and bowed with his hand on his heart: an old-world salute seldom used in the present day.

"This is Daeon Athnud", explained her father. The old man was leaning back in his chair, stuffing tobacco into his habitual pipe. "Of the Unbroken Circle Society"

This was unheard-of; the Unbroken Circle were a group of magicians. That they should have dealings with Jarad Galewood...

 

[little_golden]

To Mya her father's voice seemed normal but there was a slight excitement to his tone.

"Yes father."

Entering the kitchen, everything seemed normal at first as she saw the dishes, the cookware, the water, and other odds and odds scattered about. The scent of the tobacco was new and sweet in a strange way. It was then that she took a step backwards as she realized her father's guest was not a usual customer from the local city.

This man seated at the big wood kitchen table was young, fair skinned, but with dark braided hair. His high collared gray coat would make him stand out in the city streets as someone special and different. The coat was obviously of fine wool, soft, warm and very expensive.

To Mya things became suddenly awkward as the man arose quickly from his chair startling her. He made a foreign gesture with his hand, which it took her several seconds to realize that it was a form of greeting.

"Good day to you Sir" Mya spoke politely in reply to the hand gesture. There was something different and peculiar about this man. He wasn't from this quarter of the city and she had never seen him before.


Mya's curiosity partially subsided when her father introduced him:

"This is Daeon Athnud ... of the Unbroken Circle Society"

He seemed all too casual in the announcement, and she detected an effort to hide his true feelings for suddenly he was re-stuffing his pipe with more tobacco.

"I am Mya Galewood, daughter of Jarad" Mya replied in her smooth soft feminine voice. Her thoughts wondered to the words "of the Unbroken Circle Society".

"What service of technology does Daeon Athnud of the Unbroken Circle of Society seek from you?" Mya asked nervously. Suddenly she felt if Daeon and her father may have been waiting for her to awake all this time together. Looking to one man and then the other, she attempted to read their thoughts or body language.

Mya took a nervous deep breath as Daeon watched her. Her lungs filled with air forcing her small breasts to press even harder against the white fabric of her blouse. The effect was immediate as her hard little nipples became momentarily visible until she exhaled.

 

[Maka]

Daeon's eyes are immedietely drawn to Mya's breasts, straining against the snug fabric of her blouse, but he immedietely looks away, pensive.

"Master Athnud has been sent by his society to consult with me", Jarad explains, the excitement now audible in his voice, "On what could be the next major development of our age"

Daeon stands, and paces towards Mya, finishing the explanation:

"A union between magic and technology", he says softly.

 

[cats]

Ooc:

Seems a good opening, how much are you two comunicating outside the thread?

 

[little_golden]

Mya saw Daeon's eyes straying towards her but didn't realize the cause. She took it as friendly interest and smiled appreciatively. She was surprised that her smile seemed to temporarily cause the stranger to look away.

I think he's shy.... A foreigner no doubt... I'll be extra polite to make him comfortable Mya decided.

Her father seemed very excited as he introduced the strangely dressed visitor:

"Master Athnud has been sent by his society to consult with me ...On what could be the next major development of our age."

"What new technology will we be building father?" asked Mya innocently as she shifted her balance from foot to foot. It was a nervous habit, that always seemed to draw attention to her.

Her father's guest suddenly stood up and walked towards Mya. She half expected him to whisper the next project in her ear as if it were some big project. Never in her life did she expect the foreigner to tell her in a clear soft voice:

"A union between magic and technology."

"But... but.... Isn't the mixing of magic and technology forbidden? Were not the wizards angry when technology was used to break their control over the common people?" Mya spoke too quickly without thinking first. She was used to speaking her mind though she often failed to get the full meaning of every conversation. Being a tad naive, sometimes the joke was on her or she misunderstood the locals.

Mya was now visibly nervous and she could feel the small bumps growing in number across her arms and legs as if she had suddenly received a deep chill. Her nipples, went hard, and again roughly pressed against the fabric of her white blouse, making their tautness and shape all too evident.

"Father.... Could we be arrested for speaking such words?" Mya spoke quickly and with a real fear in her voice. It was all so confusing to hear the words magic and technology spoken of as a union - a combination to accomplish some special task or goal.

"What would we build father? Why us? Is it a trap? Where would we be able to work in secret?" Mya questioned in a semi panic state. In her mind, she could envision her father being arrested and her being homeless.

Should we flee even now.....Better than a prison cell... or torture Mya secretly thought to herself. Nervously she brushed back a lock of her short brown hair. Her breathing seemed faster too.

How could they get my father to even consider such a dangerous offer? What could they offer him... the great Jarad...... to take such a risk? Maya wondered as she waited for more information from the men.

 

[Maka]

Daeon speaks quietly.

"Yes, it is forbidden, Mya, and if some of the upper council knew what we were planning, we would all be placed in the Soulless Tower within heartbeats. They're terrified of the new technology, of the power it gives common people, as it is. If they knew that somebody was planning something that would give them the power of magic as well..."

He tries to smile reassuringly and touches Mya on the shoulder, trying to calm her fast, rapid breathing.

"We don't all think like that, though. Some of us want to move beyond what the books and the lore have told us for centuries, and explore new avenues of magic. And some of us want to give the people the power that should be their right. The Unbroken Circle, led by my father, wants both of these things, and we've prepared a workshop, in buildings owned by the society in the capital, Nightfall, where the work can be done"

"But...", interrupts Jarad. Daeon looks back at him, and nods.

"But the upper council has... agents constantly watching your father. If he moved to Nightfall, they'd follow him, and know what he was doing there. But, you, Mya... your father says you are almost his equal in technical matters and nobody is watching you..."

"Daeon wants you to accompany him back to Nightfall, to work on the project", Jarad says bluntly, "The dangers would be very, very great"

Daeon looks at Mya pleadingly.

 

[little_golden]

Mya's face went ash gray as the stranger spoke calmly and deliberately:

"Yes, it is forbidden, Mya, and if some of the upper council knew what we were planning, we would all be placed in the Soulless Tower within heartbeats. They're terrified of the new technology, of the power it gives common people, as it is. If they knew that somebody was planning something that would give them the power of magic as well..."

His words had not comforted Mya. The mere thought of a perpetual hell is the Soulless Tower was a grave deterrent to anyone. The place was legendary, though many knew of its existence. There had been stories throughout the ages of how those great wizards had used it as the ultimate punishment for heroes of the common folk who challenged the power of the wizards.

"But... but" Mya had started to speak but she found herself at a loss for words.

Why come to us? ... Why tale such great risks?... My father is aging.... Why risk the wrath of the local people by leaving them now? Why now? were questions racing through the mind of Mya.

The stranger touched her shoulder and smiled warmly. Mya felt a tingle in her body. She didn't know why. Was it his presence, the touch of a man, or magic, she did not know. Her panic seemed to calm slightly, enabling her to listen as he spoke:

"We don't all think like that, though. Some of us want to move beyond what the books and the lore have told us for centuries, and explore new avenues of magic. And some of us want to give the people the power that should be their right. The Unbroken Circle, led by my father, wants both of these things, and we've prepared a workshop, in buildings owned by the society in the capital, Nightfall, where the work can be done"

Mya's mind continued to race.

Lies... all lies.... The wizards are evil.... They ruled so harshly... So many suffered... Why is this wizard different? Why would my father risk all to help them?. It was all so confusing to her.

Her father's interruption of "But" was the jolt she needed to get a better perspective. The great Jarad would reject this nonsense and send this foreigner away. She looked from one man to the other as if she was preparing for enlightenment.

To her surprise it was the stranger who spoke softly and her father now seemed to be nodding as if in some secret agreement:

"But the upper council has... agents constantly watching your father. If he moved to Nightfall, they'd follow him, and know what he was doing there. But, you, Mya... your father says you are almost his equal in technical matters and nobody is watching you..."

The look on her father's face was clear. For some reason he felt it was the right thing to do. She wanted to ask him a hundred questions but felt now a sense of urgency to run. The treasonous words had been spoken aloud. At any second she expected armed city guards to rush the house or conjured demons to attack them where they stood.

He father's words were patient and guiding:

"Daeon wants you to accompany him back to Nightfall, to work on the project... the dangers would be very, very great."

"I will go father.... but will you be safe? Are you sure this wizard can be trusted? What would a wizard need with technology? This makes no sense... But it is clear I will go.... I will go now.... But surely I must pack and bring tools... How long is the journey? .... How long will it take me to build what you need technology for?" Mya asked directly and candidly.

 

[Maka]

Galan took Mya aside, while Daeon politely stepped away.

"I think... I hope Daeon may be trusted. I am placing the single thing most valuable to me in his care".

He smiles at Mya.

"And if it had been for anything less, I wouldn't have risked you. But Daeon and his father believe they may achieve the Perpetuam Mobile by combining magic with the new technology. A self-perpetuating energy source could radically transform the lives of humanity; mages and commoners, for the better.
"The train journey to Nightfall will be two days long. I do not know how long the work itself there will take"

 

[little_golden]

Mya listened carefully as her father assured her as best he could:

"I think... I hope Daeon may be trusted. I am placing the single thing most valuable to me in his care".

In his eyes, Mya could see that he truly wanted to believe the strange mage from far away. Somehow, he had been seduced by the great opportunity of testing the combined forces of automation and magic.

Her father's face was radiating as he confided the last big secret:

"And if it had been for anything less, I wouldn't have risked you. But Daeon and his father believe they may achieve the Perpetuam Mobile by combining magic with the new technology. A self-perpetuating energy source could radically transform the lives of humanity; mages and commoners, for the better."

So that's it! Perpetuam Mobile! Power!... But power to do what? How much power? Mya was both curious, excited and cautiously concerned at the same time.

Who would keep this new technology? Could the mages be trusted with such a device? It be be used to turn back the hands of times and shift power back to the magic-using folks Mya pondered but didn't share these secret thoughts.

"Daeon.... I will join thee" Mya smiled over to him. She pretended to be be her polite and bubbly self.

"When do we leave? How far today?" Mya asked.

Her father replied softly:

"The train journey to Nightfall will be two days long. I do not know how long the work itself there will take"

"Well... I shall pack quickly.... Father.... You pack the tools you think I need... No doubt I'll need a cart to haul them... and probably a pair of mules" Mya replied.

Hurrying back to her room, Mya found her leather knapsack, and a larger travel trunk. Into the truck she packed a wide assortment of clothing (breeches, dresses, sleep ware, outer garments, make-up, grooming combs, and foot wear). Into the pack she added a small dagger, a dozen pieces of silver, a warm sweater, writing tablets, carbon stick, and various drafting/designing tools too precious to be put with the other tools.

Finished at last, she carried the pack sack downstairs.

"Oh Daeon... Would you be so kind as to help with my trunk upstairs? It's a little heavy... I could carry one end if you would oblige by helping with the other?" Mya asked meekly but with a manipulative smile.

"Father... I'll pack from fruit, bread, cheese, and water for the journey, while you bring around the cart and tools.... "suggested Mya.

"and father.... Please be careful of the local women... I'm sure there is a contest to see which of them with marry you first... With me away... I'm sure they'll come to play" teased Mya.