In a town on the outskirts of Vancouver, is the neighbourhood of Kingsfall, where people live with beautiful houses, surrounded by beautiful people and own beautiful possessions. Kingsfall is a safe haven for people to live their lives- Or is it? base artwork- David Kawena Prospective Residents
On the outskirts of Vancouver, Kingsfall has always been known as a place where people play hard more than work hard, where the rich and the famous spend their down-time, and a place where the residents find their happy ever after.
But change is coming. A force is about to tear through Kingsfall, leaving the town torn apart and forever changing the lives of all who dwell within it.
And hot on it's heels, a mysterious organisation known only as "MYSTIC" looks set to alter the balance of power in the ever-shifting struggle between the existing forces of the town, and threatening all who attempt to rival it.
One thing is certain...nothing will ever be the same...
Hey guys!
How's everyone getting on? I apologize for the recent absence in my presence, a lot of people will probably have wondered what happened to the RP and as it stands, a few main players have had to take a bit of leave to focus on career or personal aspects of their lives which is completely understandable and a very good thing for them, As a result, activity has declined within Kingsfall.
This means two things, One, we will be closing this RP to the public. It will go through a revamp and it will remain closed. It also means that members that are currently in the RP can stay in the RP and continue as they were and keep plots active. Feel free to invite anyone that you feel will enjoy Kingsfall's style of plotting.
Otherwise from myself and the rest of the Admins, I'd like to say thank you for the many months that you guys have been here actively helping out and also playing in the game. I hope you've enjoyed being here.
And as of this moment, Kingsfall will now be closed from public entry, with invitations only for entry..
Thank you all
Admin J
Curious regarding face claims--are Asian faces accepted? Also, what if we were to use a certain specific 'era' of the face claim? Like for example Michael J. Fox, but how he looked in the 80's and not presently. Not that I'm thinking of using him, but...
We don't have a rule or policy regarding Face Claims (Unless they're under age and/or are on the banned FC List.), so Asian faces are certainly acceptable. No problem with the "era" face claim either, as long as you're comfortable with the amount of gifs/pictures you'd like to use. As far as face claims go the only advice I can give is that for the most part we have face claims with more masculine features - It's just the way it turned out I guess. That's something to keep in mind when you apply.
All in all though, I just support a FC that you love RPing with (as long as they're of age) ;)
Hans Reinhardt | 35 | Kingsfall Mayor, Owner of a BDSM Dungeon | FC: Matt Bomer
Personal Traits: Cunning, Seductive, Dominant, Professional
“Engage people with what they expect; it is what they are able to discern and confirms their projections. It settles them into predictable patterns of response, occupying their minds while you wait for the extraordinary moment — that which they cannot anticipate.” – Sun Tzu; The Art of War
It was based on this principle that Hans was raised in the midst of a middle class family in Berlin. To anticipate what others would think or do in order to succeed in life. Being the only son of a conservative family, Hans education was always based around the pillar of the family: His father. What he said was the law. Talking back wouldn’t be approved in any way. His duty to his family was to become someone better than they were. To aim for greater flights and succeed where others would fail. Despite growing up believing that he was indeed destined to high flights, Hans was also a submissive boy. He would never talk back to his father, obeying his every whim with a mere “Yes, Sir.” If his father would say jump, he was only allowed to ask “How high?”. So when his father told him that he should follow a career of power and influence, Hans didn’t need to think twice: Politics.
“He who is prudent and lies in wait for an enemy who is not, will be victorious.” – Sun Tzu; The Art of War
Hans enrolled college with a scholarship upon being valedictorian on high school. His ways with words were just as deadly as his looks. Charming. Deceiving. Manipulative. He would read someone just like his father had taught him and act accordingly to their desires. Wasn’t that what politicians did? In his freshman year, Hans found himself in a strange relationship with his Economics teacher. Considering Economics wasn’t his strongest point, he had used his other talents (his looks) to get a better score at the tests. That resulted in a forbidden relationship not only due to the fact that they were teacher and student but also due to the fact that his teacher was into BDSM. A submissive that seeked a Master. A owner. Someone who would take care of him for a change. Dominate him. Boss him. That sparked Hans curiosity. For someone who had been submissive all of his life, the power of deciding what to do and take charge of his own actions and aspirations was as sweet and hypnotic as any drug. Hans stripped his former submissive side, the side that his father had created for easy manipulation and control… and embraced his own power and dominance. He would be able to do what he wanted, when he wanted. He didn’t need to take orders from anyone.
“If your opponent is of choleric temper, seek to irritate him. Pretend to be weak, that he may grow arrogant.” – Sun Tzu; The Art of War
As soon as Hans started the secretive BDSM relationship with his teacher, his curiosity grew. He enjoyed the power that he held over others. The choice of making them feel the most excruciating of punishments… or the most blissful of pleasures. He wouldn’t need to bow down to anyone ever again. From there to start attending to secret meetings in a underground BDSM club in Berlin was a mere jump. Everything about that world was intriguing and arousing. The leather. The toys. The submissive wanting nothing else but to please him. Hans got himself a pet for a week… When he wasn’t studying or his with teacher, he was attending to his pet. The man would obey his every command. He would please him in ways he didn’t even knew it was possible. His hunger for power grew. Experimenting the dominant side changed Hans. Instead of using his skills to become invisible and please everyone, he would use them to make others please him and he would reward them in kind. By his graduation day… Hans was a full fledged Master in one of the most exclusive BDSM dungeons in Berlin.
“Ponder and deliberate before you make a move.” – Sun Tzu; The Art of War
Hans most of his life after graduation in Washington DC. Learning from the best. Swimming with the big sharks. Manipulating them into doing what he wanted, using the same kind of persuasion and strategy that he used in his own dungeon. With his own pets. If a wars were won or loss with information, Hans possessed by the time he left Washington enough to start several World Wars. Some of the most influential men in the world… his slaves. Powerful and vicious senators who he wouldn’t dare to look at before, now looking towards him as an equal while in the privacy of Hans room, they were his pets. They seeked the pleasure he was willing to offer them, as tasty and enticing as the sweetest of wines. By the age of thirty four, Hans moved to Canada. Better chances of expansion. An area that had yet to experience the sweet decadent pleasures of BDSM. Amateurs until his arrival. Under a different alias, Hans opened his own underground club called “Lilium”. In a world where everyone was so close minded and needy for attention, he would be king. The more power he had, he more he wanted. The world moved based on money and sex. Why couldn’t he have both? As “Lilium” opened one year later, Hans took the liberty of finding himself a more… suitable occupation. The town of Kingsfall was in need for a Mayor. A position of power in a town filled with gay men. Gay men who seeked pleasure the same way so many other people did. Pleasure that some of them would do anything to experience. Pleasure that he could give them.
Dr. Axel Møller | 34 | Neurosurgeon, Emergency Surgeon at Kingsfall General | FC: Eric Dane
Personal Traits: Critical, Confident, Sneaky, Sensitive
Axel Møller.The first thing that comes to your mind is that the name is foreign. That much is true, because he is the son of a wealthy Danish couple. His father was a dentist who managed to find work in Canada, bringing over a socialite mother who worked as a seamstress in her spare time. All three of them would eventually get Canadian citizenship. While Denmark wasn’t a bad country at all, they simply felt that North American life would present more opportunities to their young son. With that in mind Axel grew up with what was possibly the best childhood he could imagine. Constant vacations around the world, video games whenever he wanted, two parents that loved him… when he looks back he certainly doesn’t think that he was set up for anything bad to happen to him.
His adolescence is something that he considers fairly normal. High school life comes fairly easily to him; he’s popular and manages to get some good genetics and brains on the side. So his life at that point basically consisted of three major parts. He has his friends, because he needs to keep up socially. He has schoolwork, because he’s consistently been at the top of his class and that’s something he’s able to take a large amount of pride in. Finally, keeping true to his European roots he plays tennis. It’s relaxing, he’s good at it… and he starts to realize exactly how much he likes it when the shirts of his coach, teammates, and competitors ride up just a little when they’re playing in a match. At first he’s confused, but after doing the stupid kid move of “accidentally” putting his coach’s warm up shirt in his bag just so he can jerk off to the smell… it became pretty obvious that he was gay.
From there on in he finds that his life has became more complicated. He doesn’t want to tell anybody, because quite frankly he doesn’t think that it’s anyone’s business to know but his own. High school became a hell, because he’s hiding it and people are constantly asking why he isn’t interested in dating. “I’m just not” he’d defend every single time, yet people doubted him. He really wasn’t – he was focused on his grades anyway, so it’s like he waslying. Just omitting a big part. Even with all the stress he manages to graduate the top of his class with the adoration of his peers. His parents are proud. As soon after the ceremony all he can think of is how he lied to them all those years and he spills the secret about his sexuality. They said that they already knew, which sort of pisses him off but he doesn’t push it. He has their love and he was off to a top university so he could prepare for the next stage in his life, getting into med school.
He remembers that his dad cautions against telling anybody about his sexuality. Axel doesn’t understand why. He’s going to a big university that’s a melting pot of culture, clearly a gay man would be able to fit in just as well, wouldn’t he? He quickly learns exactly how naive of a world view that is, once a few young men were talking about the “faggot” that lived down their hallway, spouting stupid crap about how they didn’t want him after their dicks. Axel wants to say something, to protect this young man that he’s never even met but he just finds himself discouraged. His father was right. He’s plunged into a hungering depression about it. He doesn’t want to fear it for his entire life, so he tells people then and there only to get “But I wouldn’t of guessed” or “Really? I don’t believe you”. It’s better than nothing, right? He still hates it, but at least he’s out to friends and that… had to be something. He finishes his undergrad and goes through medical school with aims of being one of the best neurosurgeons in the world. It was a hot market, and he had the skill and the brains (much to his amusement) to pull it off.
Actually getting placed at a hospital is when thinks start to go rocky. He’s a smart guy and manages to do his practice under a neurosurgeon without much hitch. He’s praised for his precision and ability, although scorned at the fact that he can’t integrate well with his peers. He’s too cold and critical was a complaint, but he tried to shrug it off. He tries to integrate with his peers; he even shares his secret with them. He never forgets hearing “Can’t believe a fag could make it through medical school” in the break room. Even as a professional he couldn’t be treated seriously. He vows to show up every surgeon in his damn department.
He made it through and gained a reputation for being one of the most skilled yet young neurosurgeons on the planet. It would be good, if he hadn’t fucked up majorly one day. The face of a young girl with a terrible condition haunts his dreams. Her condition was serious and Axel could have completely fucked up everything if he didn’t pay attention. He manages to get it through for the most part… although he makes a small error at the end. “It’s a condition that can come back; I’ve only prolonged it for as long as I could.” Her family thanks him. She dies a few years later, although if Axel hadn’t screwed it up she could have made it at least ten more without the condition popping up again. Upon his error he destroys all evidence that could convict him and he hoards some for himself. A grim reminder. From then on he gets discouraged, but for the most part he’s still good… only a few mistakes every now and again. It was just a shame that a doctor isn’t the kind of person to be in a position to make a mistake when lives were on the line.
He eventually wants to say goodbye to his tireless and weary life. He asks to be moved to Kingsfall general once they had an open neurosurgeon position. Considering their shortage of staff he needs to be put as an emergency surgeon too, but that’s fine. Now he figures he can have a fresh start from the malpractice, the hiding… and maybe even find a god damn happy moment that he can be gay in a town full of gay men. This had to be the right move. Nothing could go wrong.
