People generally don't read the full way down my intro on my profile, and it is pretty long so I've decided to do a post with the other starters and ideas that I have in mind, so people can actually check them and ask, rather than just reading the ones that are there and dismissing them. There is;

Loose home invasion/kidnapping,
Pirates,
Assassin among royalty,
Zombie Apocalypse,
Mythical Creatures, including Merfolk, Faeries and Dragons as separate plots,
Vampires and Vampire Hunters,
and a Powers/Factions at war type thing which is an old one but never really got focused on. Some discussion would be needed.

Feel free to give me a heart to show you've read this and at least checked it out.

( I would love to see how many different directions this can go without giving much information, letting you, the stranger, take it wherever you want. Be creative and interesting with good grammar please. Thanks.)

The girl woke up with heavy eyes and a pounding, throbbing headache to find she was in a cage, swinging from the ceiling. Her entire body ached as she tried to move and she didn’t get very far before she found she was chained by her wrist to the side of the cage, keeping her in one place. She groaned, her energy already gone and she laid her head back down. The room was dark, not that she could see much anyway with the stars that littered her vision. There was light coming from under what seemed to be a door in the distance.

Her fiery red hair had once been long but it had been hacked and cut into a crop, dirty and tangled and she wore only a thin, stained shirt with a similarly stained and ripped pair of jeans. Her feet were bare and her skin was pale, riddled with scars and burns as well as prick marks from needle wounds on her arms and her neck. Her eyes were pale green.

(Start from here. Be anyone you want and let's see where this goes :) )

(I don't mean to sound like a snob but good spelling, grammar and being descriptive is appreciated. Thanks.) Scenario: She was slightly aware for most of her life about the creatures that rule the night. She had heard about them throughout her childhood but mainly ignored them, only using them to scare younger kids from time to time. One night, she headed out with her brother and some of his friends. After walking around for a bit, being a small town, they head out into the fields and the woods, the old hideout and playground of all the children who grew up here. Together in a clearing, they start a small fire, sitting around it, passing around the bottle of whiskey, aged and beautiful, liberated from their parent's liquor cabinet. As it got a little colder and the bottle was nearly done, the fire was stamped out and they headed off somewhere else, probably to someone's house but she broke away from them, starting to head back, having plans for the day that had already begun. The wind picks up a bit, moving the leaves and rifling my hair as she made her way back through the trees, her eyes slightly adjusted to the darkness but knowing the routes of these woods like the back of her hand, seeing didn't matter too much. She looked up at the moon as the clouds part, smiling slightly with a pleasantly spinning head, not realising that you are watching her nearby with a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth. (Name to be decided at time of roleplay. She is 5'2. She has dark emerald eyes with dark hair dyed blue hair, flowing slightly over her shoulder in a messy ponytail. Pale skin and glasses with a two piercing at the top of both ears, a stud and a ring, and a dark purple rose with music notes as the stem snakes it's way up her right arm from her wrist. She has a small scar on her chin, from a mirror breaking in a bathroom in her late teens, and several marks on her wrists. Some are various scars from owning two cats, others are straighter and more... deliberate looking if you understand but they are from years ago and whilst she covers them with jewellery, she is by no means ashamed. It’s just easier and people don’t judge or ask or get offended or upset. Wearing a hoody, a grey t-shirt, faded black jeans and purple vans, along with a necklace of a guitar pick engraved with a dragon on it.)

Males only please. Can be violent, fantasy, supernatural, kidnap/hostage, whatever else you can think of. Please be descriptive and it would be nice if you have good grammar. 24/F/UK.
Character appearance;
Height: 5ft 2
Hair: Reaching just past her shoulders in a neat enough straight cut that naturally waves and curls a little, just enough to be annoying and required wrangling each morning. Usually tied up in a messy bun, ponytail or plaits. Dark blue in colour, recently dyed.
Body: Curvy in build and in shape from running and exercise, with sizeable breasts and a good sized ass to go with them. Her skin, barring a few freckles when the sun comes out, is pale. Paler than most.

Piercings/Scars/Tattoos etc: A dark purple rose with music notes as the stem snakes it's way up her right arm from her wrist. She has a small scar on her chin, from a mirror breaking in a bathroom in her late teens, and several marks on her wrists. Some are various scars from owning two cats, others are straighter and more... deliberate looking if you understand but they are from years ago and whilst she covers them with jewellery, she is by no means ashamed. It’s just easier and people don’t judge or ask or get offended or upset.
Wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, battered black converse with a flatteringly tight band t-shirt and leather jacket.

Scenario: Having recently moved in with her brother as her dad has been struggling with alcoholism and has finally gone into rehab, Elrose had been in the town a few weeks and was starting to like it and to settle into a rhythm. Not having to worry about where her father was and if he was all right every second of every day. Being able to go to university to study music and actually concentrate. She hadn't made very many friends yet but people knew her face now and she'd been to a party or two. On her way home from uni, she decided to run into the bank on a Thursday night to get money to pay her brother back for money he lent her. Joining the queue, the girl put in her headphones, beginning to tap on my leg absentmindedly while she waited. Suddenly three men ran into the lobby, carrying guns and bags. "Everybody on the floor!" one yells, waving his gun in the air. El dropped to the ground with everyone else, shaking, her breath caught in her throat and her eyes wide.

(If you continue on from here, playing one of the robbers, we'll see where we go!)