historically.

[mllememe]

the HISTORICAL CHARACTERS meme
WHETHER YOUR CHARACTER IS CANON OR AN OC, WHETHER THEY HERALD FROM MEIJI JAPAN OR VICTORIAN ENGLAND (OR ANYWHERE IN BETWEEN), THIS IS THE MEME FOR YOU.

BECAUSE THIS MEME PROVIDES A SPACE TO LET HISTORICAL CHARACTERS MEET ACROSS AGES. HERE YOU CAN CHOOSE TO LET CHARACTERS INTERACT IN A GENERIC (BUT HISTORICALLY ADAPTED) JAMJAR OR YOU CAN AU YOUR CHARACTER INTO ANOTHER HISTORICAL CHARACTER'S DAY AND TIME. OR HAVE OTHERS DO THE SAME INTO YOURS.

AND HERE, HISTORY SPANS ALL ERAS FROM PREHISTORIC TO THE 1970s, SO A WIDE RANGE OF CHARACTERS IS ALLOWED. TO LUMP THINGS TOGETHER A BIT, FANTASY CHARACTERS AND STEAMPUNK CHARACTERS ARE ALLOWED TOO, IF THE AESTHETIC'S SUITABLE.

GO CRAZY AND HAVE FUN!


How to play -

1. Comment with your character's name, fandom and preference in the subject line.
2. It might be a good idea to state whether you're open to jamjarring or au'ing (or both) and what particular eras you're interested in.
3. Others comment to you with a prompt from this ancient prompt table or write a starter themselves, whatever gets those creative juices flowing.
4. Note that both historical and contemporary characters can tag top levels, as long as contemporary players are willing to au their characters into a historical setting.
5. Thread out those days of yore!







PROMPT TABLE

01	Wall	02	Pain	03	Wine	04	Sand
05	Royalty	06	History	07	Electricity	08	Illness
09	Horizon	10	Culture	11	Stranger	12	Tree
13	Cotton	14	Smoke	15	Faith	16	Gold
17	Assumption	18	Coffee	19	Talent	20	Run
21	Thirty	22	Jazz	23	Walk	24	Purple
25	Heat	26	Wolf	27	Spirit	28	Era
29	Model	30	Toy	31	Surrender	32	Deep
33	Pages	34	Fortune	35	Rain	36	Weapon
37	Judge	38	High	39	Bound	40	Space
41	Regret	42	Trail	43	Tight	44	Tantalize
45	Blanket	46	Safe	47	Minute	48	Race
49	Reunion	50	Moon

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claudine claire catherine léonie duval — original character — ota

[3cld]

[ info. french ballerina, heralding from 1848, who moves to london in the hunt for fame, taking a job at the empire theatre at the very birth of the music hall performance era. prefer to stick to victorian times, early or later in the period. ota for gen and shipping. ]

Gannicus | Spartacus | ota

[panulus]

[Ancient Roman gladiator/rebel slave, etc. Willing to AU him!]

[notlovedbyall]

[OOC: How do you feel about me AUing Anne here (commoner-to-queen) into Spartacus, maybe being gifted (or purchased; flexible here) Gannicus as a slave? Maybe she wants to free him or use him in the coliseum as a means of social influence? Any of this striking your fancy?]

[panulus]

[This sounds good - maybe she just got him and is just starting to get to know who he is? He just arrived in Rome?]

I can work with this! Let me know if I should change anything.

[notlovedbyall]

[Rome is a vibrant and lively place. For those high born and low, and every shade in between. Her own steps in the world are frightfully small ones, a name only on some lips, with a repute she hasn't quite solidified. Still, Anne remains only known so far that she holds interest and brighter eyes for greater things.

Ambition.

The slave she obtains, some wayward gift from her father to keep her otherwise occupied and most likely out of his own affairs, is a point of curiosity. What shall she use him for? Cleaning? She doubts he would suit as a cook. What more can a man like him do? She's given time to assess him in what she might consider a parlour of sorts, circling him slowly though he clearly towers over her.

Her home is a modest one, in her opinion, though perhaps to someone like him it would be considered more pleasant. In a doorway, another member of her household's staff until she ends them away with pleasantry, a means to give her time to speak with him without other listening ears. She's heard tales here and there of violent exploits, the kinds of things she imagines her family might urge her to stay away from.]

...What did your other masters have you do?

[Fight, perhaps. Was that all he was good for? He looks like a warrior. Is built like a warrior.]

Perf

[panulus]

[The entire affair was so strangely done that Gannicus still isn't sure what happened. One morning some senator came to the ludus and picked Gannicus out with some strange intention, and it was not Batiatus but his father who arranged it, and so Gannicus went.

Sent to Rome with little ceremony and even less chance to say goodbye, he imagined, perhaps, he would be in some ludus there. To gain glory at the arena in Rome, where the games were legendary and the gladiators moreso.

But instead he was brought up to the villa of a woman who almost looks spun from marble, as he stands in chains before her with a thought that perhaps he is well and truly fucked.]

I am a gladiator.

[He says it with a slight cock of his eyebrow, as he looks down at her. Doesn't she know who was purchased for her?]

I was the champion of Capua, before I came here.

[notlovedbyall]

[Of course he is. It would be arrogance to state she knows this. An inkling is not the same thing as knowing and to know too much is dangerous. It is sometimes wiser to pretend she knows little or nothing. It certainly feels like a woman with knowledge is a threat.

She pauses in front of him, giving a small nod of acknowledgement. A gladiator. He could be useful, if she needs him to be, though it depends on how she intends to use him. He was bought for her, so it seems only right that she has the say in what he does. In what role he'll play in her own affairs.

Although he's terribly noticeable. She suspects subtlety may not necessarily be his strong suit.]

I am familiar with the sport. [Although perhaps she shouldn't admit to that. Someone who looks like her does not look like she belongs in that world. But those in high positions seem to enjoy making sport out of those beneath them. Perhaps she's more fitting than it seems.] The champion of Capua. [Anne parrots him with thought. So he is a gladiator of some renown. Or would be if she were more integrated with that society.]

My father said you have a name. Gannicus—is that right?

[panulus]

[Gannicus is about as subtle as a brick wall, but he's generally so affable - his moniker is the laughing Celt, after all - that he's more than able to attract admirers. At least, in the arena. Here, he's not scowling, at least, a curious little smile playing at the edges of his lips. Who is this woman?]

Yes.

[He pauses, a moment.]

Did you wish to be better acquainted with sport?

[If there's a double entendre there, it's almost impossible to read. He'll let her be offended if she chooses, but it wouldn't be the first time some rich domina wanted to put her hands on a champion of the arena just to say she could.

Usually they don't purchase a slave outright, though.]

Or did you father purchase with other notions in mind?

[notlovedbyall]

[As she studies him, she wonders if he means the coliseum. Is she so obvious? Would it be advantageous for her to be so? Would that be too evident? She's never had a gladiator before. She's never had a slave before, even. Those in the employ of her family's home have their wages, she thinks, though can't imagine they're fair.

In truth, she really doesn't know what to do with him.]

My father— [She passes a look over her shoulder towards a closed door before she looks back to him.] —purchased you for me to do with as I please. Perhaps I had thoughts to place you responsible for my personal meals. [A moment's pause and she manages a smile, careful to dip her chin as she does so. Masters ought not to be so personable with their property, she thinks, though that seems a bit of a shame. She could use a companion that isn't gossiping women and unwanted attentions.] Somehow I do not think you are fit for that.

[Drawing her gaze back onto him for some moments, as if she's trying to extract information she hasn't asked for, she continues.]

I could have use of an escort. A protector, perhaps. I have not decided what I intend to do with you, yet I suspect in my service taking a beast from the coliseum would be a bit like caging him.

Sister Imperator | Ghost

[witchimage]

[ 1950s-70s for all your retro modern needs. ]

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart | Mozart l'opera rock

[tropdenotes]

[ BONSOIR LA COMPAGNIE. ]

Bennet du Paris Ⓨ Immortal X-Men

[zealots]

[ Third Crusade-era French knight and latent mutant. Previous CR would be loved for this but ota! ]

Alucard | Castlevania

[cryptsleeper]

[1470s Romania to present!]

Dorian Pearl || The Yellow King RPG

[allfloatdownhere]

{{1890s, might make it to the 1st world war.
A poet doomed by his pursuit of sensation in 1890s Paris. Ever since his exposure to a performance of The King in Yellow, Dorian's life has been plagued by unnatural and dangerous strangeness. Looking for other artistic and poetic types.}}

Dr. Evangeline Nix || Antiquarian horror OC, reluctant vampire

[ladyevangelinenix]

{{1900 to present, except for during WWII when she was taking a dirt nap. She will be less vampiric the further back you go, so if you want to not have that be part of the plot at all that's possible. Her occupation is an investigator and archivist at the Society for the Study of the Paranatural, Occult and Crypto-Scientific.}}

uzui tengen | kimetsu no yaiba (demon slayer) | ota

[otobashira]

Remus Lupin | Harry Potter

[cavelunam]

[1970s-1990s]

Lafayette | Hamilton: An American Musical

[asmartman]

Asano Rin | Blade of the Immortal | OTA

[revengeisalie]

[ HENLO Rin here hails from Edo Period Japan, more specifically 1792, according to the good ol' Gregorian calendar! Willing to AU. ]

[svingplov]

( could i interest you in something inspired by "culture" for these two 18th century ladies? there's info in augusta's journal, still a wip but promise i'm working on it! )

[revengeisalie]

[ Why, certainly! Do you have a specific scenario in mind? :D Rin has not been exposed to a lot of non-Japanese things, but she's generally curious and open to new experiences, even if she might call them weird as well. 8D;; ]

[svingplov]

( idk, maybe by meme magic augusta has arrived in japan with her father and lived there for a little while, encountering rin in some inn somewhere after she's run off on her own? rin could save her from some great cultural faux pas she's about to commit and they could strike up conversation that way? lots of opportunity to call augusta weird that way. 8D )

[revengeisalie]

[ That sounds good! I can definitely see that happening haha. Wanna write up a starter? :3 ]

lmk if this works and feel free to switch to prose if it suits you better!

[svingplov]

[ The how's and why's of Augusta's stay in Japan are no more complicated than it ever is, when the King tells your father to go. Because when the King tells your father to go, your father doesn't ask why, he asks where and then, he sets off on a very long, tiring journey acrosss the seas, you in tow.

It is a strange land, Japan.

Naturally, her tutor had her study any and all chronicles from other European travellers who had gone before her, but arriving here, she has felt none the wiser and none the more prepared for the people, the culture, the language. Oh, the language! She still speaks it only helplessly.

Just well enough to ask for a bowl of rice at the inn she stumbles across on her way, running from her tutor who is as much of a bore in Japan as he was in Denmark, feeling ill at ease in the kimono that her maid helped dress her in this morning, because her father says they must assimilate and Western clothing is too rare here, too rare to not stand out. Judging from the gazes of the people in the inn, Augusta would say, she is enough of a sore thumb in a kimono, as it is.

Yet, she sits down with her rice and the water that the innkeeper generously pours for her and she eats until the strange food settles, they have nothing like rice at home, she misses potatoes suddenly... Without giving it much thought, she leaves her chopsticks standing vertically in the remaining rice and looks towards the door, thinking of wandering further down the road. If her tutor can't find her, her father will have to send his men.

If being chased herself is all the hunt she can have these days, Augusta will take it. ]

this works great, thanks!

[revengeisalie]

[ Clearing the checkpoint was an adventure and a half, but now Rin is well on her way to Kaga. Or well, so she tells herself, even as she tries to ignore her stomach's increasingly insistent growling. Which is not something she's especially good at, so eventually she bargains with herself to stop at a roadside inn, even though she had planned to walk another ri at least.

Luckily, it's not so long before she reaches the next inn: a fairly modest place, as they tend to be, but at least the outside looks well-kept. Rin breathes a sigh of relief and smiles. Yes, it's time for a well-deserved meal to keep herself going!

She walks through the doorframe and yells a friendly greeting to the waiter, and as her eyes take in the inside of the space, she suddenly locks gazes with a strange woman: hair a few shades too light to be common, foreign features, and something tells Rin she seems uncomfortable in her kimono. She also appears to have stuck her chopsticks into her rice bowl straight up, which Rin can't help but snort a little at. Then, she colors as she realizes she's definitely staring. ]

A-ah, sorry...