#hunger games rpg

[theoddshq]

So are people making tributes for them to die? Or is there a plan? I'm just curious!

there are definitely some people who are down and willing to kill their tributes! and while we definitely have a plan in place, not every tribute can survive. as we are halfway to full tribute capacity, and people continue to fill out those slots, i strongly strongly advise not to bring a tribute you're going to be too passionate about. we will never ever ever kill your character without your consent, but also know there's only so much we can do! this is a hunger games rp and unfortunately not everyone can live! we will, of course, be killing off all unapplied tributes/npc tributes first ((:

[maytheoddshq]

There will be a special twist for the next Games; for the 136th Games, there will be no age maximum for tributes! This means that anyone over the age of 12 IC (still following the rule of 18+ for played characters, please) will be eligible.

If there are any questions please feel free to message the main and we'll be happy to clarify! Happy plotting!

🚨IMPORTANT NOTE:🚨

136 will be a no Death Draw games as a ONE TIME opportunity to play out a larger rebellion plot! You may still bring new tributes and choose for them to die as normal, but you can also keep them after the Games if you’d like, or you can reap an existing character for these Games. Things will return to normal in 137– the Death Draw will be back. (We just won’t give away why or how all of this will happen yet– that will be a surprise! Trust us 😉 )

[pikmina]

¡Los Juegos del Hambre!

Me acabo de mirar nuevamente los Juegos del Hambre, y tengo una ganas terribles de una partida sobre eso haha Creo que veré cómo incorporarlo al Sistema de Shadowmore (((o(*°▽°*)o)))

[oddspromo]

𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐔𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒. Whispers of rebellion, of a lost district; No family was spared from the fallout of civil war. We'll never go back, they say, and everyone has their ways of coping with it. With life in the districts, short and painful and ultimately meaningless; With life in the Capitol, hedonistic and indulgent and tenuous, on the brink of collapse at any moment.

The 74th Annual Hunger Games are upon us now, the last vestige of a history long ignored. The energy is tangible this time of year, districts walking on eggshells and the Capitol gearing up for celebration. There can be no beauty without pain, after all. 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑?

THEODDSHQ is a Discord/Tumblr Hybrid, 21+ literate, canon divergent roleplay set during the 74th Hunger Games. With appable OCs in the districts and the capitol, plus strict diversity rules, The Odds encourages storytelling, character development, and literacy. The Odds is a plot-heavy group, with regular events occurring on Discord.

[ignitehqs]

flames fill up my lungs burning everything I've become

8 months ago katniss everdeen unknowingly sparked a revolution. sending a single arrow flying into the air shattering the arena of the 75th hunger games, the third annual quarter quell. the destruction surrounding her caused havoc across the the nation of panem and the capitol.

the rebels had a plan, to rescue the victors and bring them to safety, however the plans went sideways when katniss everdeen was captured.

the rebels tried to use peeta mallark as the mockingjay, but the traction of the revolution was slowly slipping away from them. the citizens were in more fear than ever. they knew they needed katniss in order to shift the tides of the war.

it has been 2 months since her rescue, the war needs the mockingjay now more than ever, but will she be able to live up to the name?

will you join the fight to free yourself from the grip of the capitol?

[pyrrhicvictoryhq]

hello, tag lurkers! we're working on our opening event and the tributes for the 72nd hunger games here at pyrrhic victory, but we would love to answer some asks, give some faceclaim suggestions, or maybe even accept some apps! we only need four more before we can set our opening date, which is so exciting! we're a canon divergent, pre-canon group that focuses on victors and capitolites, found family and rebellion, and we have plenty of room for original characters too! we even have some wanted connections open, so come check us out!

[nightlockrpg]

nightlock launch!~

Thank you so much for your patience and interest in our lovely community. After several endless nights and hard work on our staff’s end, we can proudly announce that Nightlock is officially open!~ If you haven’t yet, please be sure to join our Discord to interact with other community members, or introduce yourself in the forums.

Our first event, known as the District Blitz, will commence next Monday at 12pm EST! We hope to see you there!🏹🫐❤️‍🔥

[theoldtherebeforehq-promo]

HERE IN THE OLD THEREBEFORE ;

The Districts - Year 25

Every stroke of pen made by those elevated few in the Capitol reverberates through the Districts. Isolated in their existence until recently, restrictions are finally being loosened for citizens who could afford more than just what it takes to survive. Resources have been generously allocated in District 6 to reform train schedules and broaden travel routes. Expansion of these routes in all the other Districts have quickly followed.

Starting in the 25th year of the new order, District citizens may travel to other Districts more freely and form long lasting bonds with those outside their homes. While a hefty price tag is still attached to the tickets and strict surveillance is exercised on anyone coming and going, the developments never stop. Despite the risks that the change imposes, President Ravinstill aspires to strengthen the nation this way, in hopes that it will unify the citizens under his rule.

This new freedom hangs on a precarious thread at best. After all, fear of another rebellion is still fresh. While Peacekeeper units have been equipped with more recruits every day and trained to neutralise threats accordingly, this does not entirely eliminate the potential of disruptive individuals assembling and gaining traction for their cause. The reigning peace that has been so carefully crafted may once again be at risk. 

THEOLDTHEREBEFOREHQ is a new, semi-appless Hunger Games / TBOSAS AU Roleplay. Acceptances are happening daily!

[mtopromo]

THE PROUD TRADITION OF OUR NATION...

Two tributes from each District shall be offered up in penance for what was done in our nation's darkest days.

The rebels have failed and the Mockingjay is dead. Another Snow ascends to power to seal a dynasty. The Hunger Games continue uninterrupted.

In retribution for the insubordination of the rebellion following the 75th Hunger Games, the Games now occur biannually. Whispers of another rebellion calling itself the Vox Populi stir a quarter of a century later, leaving every citizen faced with a difficult choice.

The Hunger Games carry on...

*** MaytheOdds is a Hunger Games AU original character roleplay following the Hunger Games in a universe where the Mockingjay rebellion failed. We focus on character development of permanent characters and simulate the Games in a combination of luck, strategy, and plotting with tributes. Click the source link to learn more, find wanted connections, and join. Applications for permanent characters are always being accepted, and applications for tributes for the 136th Hunger Games will open May 4th.

The 136th Games will have a special twist, read more in the pinned post on our main!

[rieroleplays]

In the wake of an apocalypse, Panem emerged, ruled by the Capitol in control of thirteen districts. The Dark Days, marked by a rebellious uprising from the districts, led to the brutal Hunger Games – a deadly annual pageant that served as a reminder of war and kept the districts in check. The Capitol’s dominance persisted for 170 years until a new rebellion emerged, creating a secret haven called Soteria. The Capitol quelled the uprising, but many rebels escaped in the turmoil. District Thirteen, having led the latest uprising received the brunt of the punishment as families and friends were torn apart and redistributed throughout the nation. To further crush the spirits of district citizens, the Capitol declared the Hunger Games a bi-annual affair, now occurring in both the spring and the fall. Despite everything, the resistance persists. Tensions remain high across Panem, and while Soteria remains blanketed in obscurity, whispers of the name creep through the shadows among the hopeful and the bitter alike. Will freedom from the tight grip of the Capitol allow the Soterians to find a way to end this conflict once and for all? Will the Capitol and its forces find and eliminate their enemies? Only time will tell as the citizens of Panem seek their place between Silence and Salvation. Silence & Salvation is a Jcink, 3/3/3, age 18+ member-driven community. Create a character and get settled just in time to earn loads of in-game monies while celebrating the coming spring with our March events! Not only that, but all characters created in Districts 2, 6, 9, 11, 13, or Soteria through March 31st will receive a promotional deal of $200 game monies rather than the standard $50. Plot | Rules | Wanteds | Face Claim

[theoddshq]

APHRODITE SALTSHORE (courtney eaton fc) the odds are in your favor! Please report to your nearest Capitol Agent to be prepped for the 74th Annual Hunger Games! 

ooc

Alias/Age/Pronouns/Timezone: Mikey, 22, They/Them, MST

Triggers: [REDACTED]

If you had to describe your muse as a canon Hunger Games character, or mix, who would you compare them to and why? Aphrodite is mostly Finnick adjacent. She’s very charming and alluring and really knows how to read and play people. Naturally, she does have a bit of an ego. However, she’s like Johanna in the sense that she kind of plays the sweet, bubbly, and rosy cheeked as a strategy until they are in the arena. It’s probably like an 80-20 balance between Finnick and Jo!

Anything else? N/A

basics

[COURTNEY EATON, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER] The 74th Annual Hunger Games are upon us and here comes APHRODITE SALTSHORE, the DISTRICT 4 TRIBUTE. Word around The Capitol is that they’re CHARMING and DESIRABLE but can also be MANIPULATIVE and DECEITFUL. According to sources, they’re 19 and were once described as sea foam, thin white skirts riding up, looks that kill, and lurking near tombstones. What a character! As we always say, may the odds be ever in their favor!

biography

Aphrodite wasn’t born into money. Her parents were older, already graying, well-established and loved within the community by the time they welcomed their first and only child. While Rusty and Eldoris were far better than those in the outer districts, with enough fish to always feed themselves at least, by the standard of Four, they struggled. The Saltshores lived in a small fishing colony, on the outskirts, and near the shore. A place maintaining some old-way traditions over the decades, and where Rusty was only one of a dozen fishermen in town. Him and Eldoris settled down in a cabin on the edge so Rusty could take off to sea whenever he needed. The couple promised each other they’d wait to have children until they were doing better financially, but Rusty was only one man, too poor to hire extra staff and still be able to feed his family. What kind of life was that for a child? Aphrodite’s birth was a miracle, happening in the early hours of the morning, shrouded in darkness near the shore by her home. Eldoris bathed her in the water of the ocean, tucked her inside her shirt, then carried her a few hundred yards back to their home. 

Rusty and Eldoris were as loving as they were old fashioned. Aphrodite’s earliest members include her mother spending what felt like hours brushing through her hair so it could be as silky as possible, slaving over old linens to make them nicer for her daughter to wear, so none of the kids at school would know she wasn’t as fortunate as the rest of them. That was never a problem though, from a young age Aphrodite experienced no struggles in forging friendships, beneficial or not. Aphrodite has never suffered lack of attention a day in her life. Rusty tried his best to be a good fisherman, but it never clicked. He taught his daughter to tie knots and carve spears and gut fish while Eldoris, the brains, truly kept them afloat. Then one day– she was struck with genius. Eldoris wasn’t ignorant to the type of attention her daughter attracted. She saw a way out. Forge an arranged union with a wealthy family, and their daughter would never have to struggle like them.

 Amoreena Prime was a year older than Aphrodite. Her father had served in the military and quickly climbed in the ranks. When Adonis Prime returned from his service in District Two, he settled back home with a nice pension and got acquainted with his newfound respect and influence. His time in two was inspiring, so when he had his first child, he vowed to train her in secret as a career, as the law forbade it, aching for glory in District Four. When Rusty and Eldoris approached him with the preposition, he took pity on the poor old couple and their sweet daughter and agreed to the arrangement. Adonis remembered how it felt to be up and coming, and he was sure his daughter would become of historic importance. Amoreena would have a beautiful wife at her side one day, as she deserved. It was a done deal.

 Aphrodite did as she was told and agreed to the marriage. Sweet sixteen rolled around when she was informed and Eldoris made it very clear this was not optional. Ma and Dad had been good, loving parents, Aphrodite knew this, so she’d suck it up in order to try and give them a better life in return. What she remembered most about Amoreena was her thirst, drowning in the visions of grandeur she’d shared with her father. The girls spent close to every day together, fishing, swimming, collecting shells, training, or preparing meals. Aphrodite learned it wasn’t so hard to love. The 72nd Hunger Games paraded into town before too long, giving Aphrodite an unexpected fit of fear. She’d always known the plan was for Amoreena to volunteer the year she turned eighteen, she’d been made to feel confident in this plan. But as her betrothed triumphantly walked up to the platform, Aphrodite soaked up the sight of her, debilitated by nausea.

 For weeks, Aphrodite never got out of an earshot of the radio, television, or anything that could give her a direct update to Amoreena. When she died on night six of the games, so did part of Aphrodite. Folks didn’t see her around town for months, a felt absence. The Saltshores sank back into the depths of their poverty. Aphrodite could only be seen like a ghost in the night, weaving through the cemetery and weeping. She’d learned a lesson in trusting those around her– don’t. The Games and Capitol were completely recontextualized for her. While she mulled over this grief for near half a year, when she emerged at eighteen, it was as if she’d never experienced this tragedy. To ease her own boredom between trading her name in the reaping bowl for rations, she twirled through local shanties, went off with the boys giggling. The entire corner of Four was wrapped around her finger. The year following Amoreena’s slaughter taught her more than ever how to read people, how to get her way. Aphrodite deserved what she wanted after what she’d been through.

That was however, until her name was inevitably reaped. That many times bailing her frail parents out, Aphrodite reckoned it would happen eventually. She took it in stride, knowing from that moment forth it was more than local eyes on her, cameras gave Panem direct access and she planned to accentuate her natural assets as a darling. Even though resentment bubbled, even though it felt as Amoreena’s ghost stood behind her, she planned on returning home at all costs.

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stats

Deceive- 3Fight- 2Lore (knowledge)- 1Notice - 3Physique - 2Provoke - 2Rapport - 3Resourcefulness - 1Stealth - 2Will -1

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PINTEREST / PLAYLIST

[maytheoddshq]

Yuto Lysander (he/him). D1 Stylist. Thirty. Sen Mitsuji.

Even though beauty was her law, her religion, upon the unexpected discovery that she was with a child, Minerva Lysander was prepared for imperfection. Her steady rise to the top of the fashion world and years of working as a stylist had taught her about the nature of first sketches; potential diamonds in the rough, but frequently in severe need of refinement and polishing. And if that didn’t work, an option to discard the idea entirely and start a new project always existed. How delighted was she, then, when she first laid eyes on her firstborn, Yuto. How thrilled when, as her darling boy grew, he appeared more and more like a vision of perfection carved from marble; those wide brown eyes, that dark mop of hair, and those chiselled cheekbones earning adoring coos from any who caught a sight of the boy. How relieved when her son either lacked the impulse or opted not to misbehave, instead choosing to follow the path of beauty in everything he did.

Minerva would go on to have two more children, but they might as well have not existed at all, considering all the doting she bestowed upon her eldest. And it wasn’t just Minerva who showered Yuto with attention. As the young prince sailed through his formative years, attended the best schools and receiving top marks, a league of admirers followed; all the more magnetized by the aura of regal indifference Yuto had carefully cultivated. This was the privileged nature of his childhood, something he never paused to question or examine further. And really, why should he have? Were not all boy kings simply destined for incomprehensible heights of greatness?

Given that beauty had become Yuto’s law, his religion, too, it was no wonder that the young boy found his calling in the area where beauty shone the most in the Capitol: fashion. The moment he first laid eyes on the various fabrics, numerous gilded detail pieces, and the seemingly infinite number of designs in varying states of completion, his blackened heart discovered a reason to beat. He was utterly enamoured, wholly captivated, by all the possibilities. This would be his medium through which he’d produce works of beauty; his canvas he’d get to fill with his brand of art. From that point, this newfound interest began to guide his every action.

Yuto continued excelling in the academic environment of the Academy, but most, if not all, of his free time he spent with a notebook and a pen in his hand, sketching designs each more polished than the previous one. He even chimed in with his suggestions when Minerva was designing costumes for the next cycle’s games — a decision that would solidify Yuto’s godhood status in his mother’s eyes. She immediately implemented his suggestions to her designs, loudly displaying the works to those around her, never failing to credit her darling star of a son for his brilliance. After your graduation, you’ll become my assistant, she’d repeat numerous times, patting his cheek as Yuto’s eyes widened with excitement. With this promise in mind, he graduated as the top of his class and went straight to work at his mother’s studio, creating a collection or two of his own, as well as assisting her during the games. Despite his youth, his lack of experience, people took notice of his designs, as they stood apart from the eccentric fashion of the Capitol. Yuto’s style leaned toward classical beauty; regal pieces that would withstand the test of time and everchanging whims of fashion. You’re perfect, Minerva would sigh in adoration. You will, no doubt, surpass me one day.

The first concrete step toward that came in late December of the year 95, mere weeks before the 115 Hunger Games were due to begin. Several stylist positions were open that year, including a couple from lower districts; notably, though, one of the stylist positions was open for District 2. Despite his apprenticeships, in spite of his evident talent, regardless of who his mother was, nobody expected Yuto to be assigned to such a high-ranked district. He was young, after all. Minerva, however, had other plans. Her son’s immaculate designs would not be wasted on some lower districts; it’d be an affront if she allowed such a thing to occur. Therefore, given her new position as the head of the committee which assigns all stylists to their districts, she utilized her power to assign Yuto Lysander as the new stylist for District 2. The decision was met with some grumbling, and it turned Yuto into a somewhat controversial figure within the stylist community, but he paid no mind to such talk. Their opinions mattered not, for he certainly felt like he was right where he belonged — crafting the best designs for Panem’s best tributes.

He had not paid particular attention to tributes prior to their arrival to the Capitol, but this year, given that it was his first year, was an exception. With a wine glass raised to his lips, he watched as yet another one volunteered for 2 — an act as groundbreaking as floral designs were for spring. What did merit a rise of his eyebrows was the surprised reaction of the crowd and the dissatisfied murmurs that rippled through the crowd. So this tall and dark (and handsome, though he’d rather die than let that observation become known to all) volunteer had defied whatever his district’s tradition, brazenly shoving all aside in chase of glory? Interesting. Attractive. Definitely something Yuto could work with, could build an image of a winner, could end these Games before they had even begun.

Nowadays, when Yuto looks back on that moment, an acrid taste coats his tongue and throat. If only he had done a worse job. If only Montgomery Cannon had died in that fucking arena.

Back then, though, when he first properly met Montgomery, the feeling could only be described as smitten. Even though this was his job, even though their acquaintance would most likely be short-lived, Yuto nevertheless found his feisty confidence delightful. No one had dared to challenge the Capitol’s favorite up-and-coming fashionista because of his intimidating aura and influence, but this man had no qualms about going against status quo. In a very short span of time, their relationship progressed from purely professional to something laden with flirtatious tension. Ah ah ah, he recalls the moment just before Montgomery stepped inside his tribute tube, I only kiss the very best and you’re not that yet.

Monty would get his kiss, though, and who even knew how many more in the years that followed. In equal measure, despite their busy schedules, Yuto seized every possible opportunity to spend time with his beloved. Trips to 2 became more frequent; involvement in media projects Monty participated in increased; stealing more of his time at parties where desperate sycophants yearned for a moment in his presence. Let them starve, he remembers growling once after Monty’s amused quip about famished admirers. Oh how the victor had known how to play him, to get Yuto to dance to whatever tune he played. How fondly he had played along and initiated games of his own too. It had been so easy, so natural, to fall in love with Montgomery Cannon, even though Yuto had always considered himself above such trivial attachments. Before time would taint those memories, he was perhaps the happiest he had ever been.

But as with all tragedies, nothing good ever lasts. And as the ironic fate would have it, the beginning of the end of Yuto’s happiness came about the same way it started: a Games and a Cannon volunteering as tribute. You see, throughout his years as a stylist, Yuto had never gotten attached to any of his tributes (well, except Monty); they were merely pretty little things he could dress up, instruments through which he could manipulate the minds of Capitol’s citizens. It was of no concern to him whether they lived or died. Everett was no exception to this rule, but considering their connection to Monty, he may have put a little extra effort in — even if it was all in vain in the end. Although not accustomed to being on the giving end of comforting gestures, Yuto did what he could to be there for Monty, providing support and distraction and comforting words where they were needed. He tried. He truly did.

But it wasn’t enough.

It started subtly, how the poison crept in. Frustrated thoughts after a loving gesture goes without notice yet again. Forced smiles after another apology because he hadn’t meant to forget to call back (of course not, you fucker). Resentment flashing in his eyes, clear as day, upon being passed over in favour of some discussion about the upcoming Games. It was as painful as it was humiliating, witnessing your own downfall, orchestrated by the one person who you thought would never treat you like this. A better man might have reasoned that Monty had just gone through an extremely traumatic life event and was grappling with grief; therefore, it made sense that a relationship would have to take a backseat in his list of priorities. But Yuto, the boy king raised to believe in his own divinity? Well, gods were not known for their mercy, so neither would he.

Before the beginning of the 123 Games, he went to his mother’s office and coldly demanded a transfer to District 1. The district already had a stylist, and he offered no explanation for his request, but this was his mother — someone who adored him like no other and would do anything to fulfil her darling boy’s wants. Soon enough, the previous stylist retired, and Yuto Lysander was elected to replace her. Anything District 2 -related he dropped without a word, as if he had never been there. A bitter past abandoned in favour of something better.

District 1 is where he has been for the past five and a half years; and should anyone ask, Yuto would tell you this is where he was always meant to be. The opulent district’s classical style compliments his personal style incredibly well and he gets to work with the best tributes their nation has to offer. The lack of attachment toward his tributes or care for their survival remains as strong as ever (he’s learned his lesson, after all), but at least his tributes will make the most gorgeous corpses then. When not styling for the Games, Yuto operates his own exclusive atelier within the Capitol, creating captivating pieces for those with enough money and patience to handle his very long waitlist. It’s all worth it, darling, he’ll coo in your ear. After all, beauty was his law, his religion.

(+) creative, decisive, eloquent

(-) judgmental, resentful, snobbish

PENNED BY: HANNA

[hiddenwashington]

anonymous said : fc ideas for Madge undersee- I will take any race but I think seeing her of hispanic descendant would be kind of lovely given like Lucy Gray and book descriptions of district 12 characters

for madge, these vary but you might consider: yvette monreal, sydney park, jenny boyd, bianca santos, paulina singer, tiera skovbye, priscilla quintana, rachel hilson, isabella gomez, or kiersey clemons!

[oddspromo]

𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐔𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒. Whispers of rebellion, of a lost district; No family was spared from the fallout of civil war. We'll never go back, they say, and everyone has their ways of coping with it. With life in the districts, short and painful and ultimately meaningless; With life in the Capitol, hedonistic and indulgent and tenuous, on the brink of collapse at any moment.

The 74th Annual Hunger Games are upon us now, the last vestige of a history long ignored. The energy is tangible this time of year, districts walking on eggshells and the Capitol gearing up for celebration. There can be no beauty without pain, after all. 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑?

THEODDSHQ is a Discord/Tumblr Hybrid, 21+ literate, canon divergent roleplay set during the 74th Hunger Games. With appable OCs in the districts and the capitol, plus strict diversity rules, The Odds encourages storytelling, character development, and literacy. The Odds is a plot-heavy group, with regular events occurring on Discord.

[ignitehqs]

flames fill up my lungs burning everything I've become

8 months ago katniss everdeen unknowingly sparked a revolution. sending a single arrow flying into the air shattering the arena of the 75th hunger games, the third annual quarter quell. the destruction surrounding her caused havoc across the the nation of panem and the capitol.

the rebels had a plan, to rescue the victors and bring them to safety, however the plans went sideways when katniss everdeen was captured.

the rebels tried to use peeta mallark as the mockingjay, but the traction of the revolution was slowly slipping away from them. the citizens were in more fear than ever. they knew they needed katniss in order to shift the tides of the war.

it has been 2 months since her rescue, the war needs the mockingjay now more than ever, but will she be able to live up to the name?

will you join the fight to free yourself from the grip of the capitol?

[chaosqveens]

I really want to make an appless hunger games tumblr rp. I just know I can’t do it all alone. It would be a nearly 100% oc rp and I have the plot set up in my mind! If anyone would like to help give this a like!