Okay, this probably needs a bit of background information.
I’d been without a single roleplay for several months, and an old flame was benevolent enough to invite me to a roleplay group in which she acted as a sub-admin, a post appocolyptic survival-centric rather than combat-based tri-faction chat group. I accepted, talked to the flightly primary admin(Chess), and prattled with my buddish (Lich), general character-creation inquisition and testing of its limits and parameters.
After about a week, my masterpiece was complete. After a bit of coercion, I was talked into making my fresh-from-the-word-processor-oven character into a habitual scavenger, but nothing primary. Now, by this time, Chess, Lich, and I had traded skype usernames, seeing as how we were the only ones who actually had skype.
A little after my first roleplay got started (we started and stopped regularly because Check was from Whitechapel (don’t quote me on it).), I was spectating a group roleplay and came into contact with who we’ll just call Mack for the time being. Mack was Chess’s right hand man, and supposedly the second-best in the group (It was a high end group, and I was led to believe that all posts were paragraph-minimum). This, however, was far from the case. Mack was about quarter past sub-par, but not terrible. 3 line posts, occasional typos, the whole 4 yards. Mack, and some others, were building a fence around their encampment (which was located in the middle of the coastal bumfucks of what was left of California instead of a city, don’t ask me why) using wooden posts and razor wire. I was fairly surprised, seeing as how they were in the middle of a coastal forest, and claimed to have lumber and PRISON FENCE WIRE, but not a single saw or pair of pliers between them (so the plot turns from Gouda to Swiss…).
I was fairly perplexed by this development, and asked where they had found these things. I asked Mack, and was met with the response of “Your character gave them to me.”
My retort was a fairly simple and calm-as-I-could-muster “But you haven’t met (insert character’s name here), yet. Also, (again, insert) wouldn’t have either of those things.” Which was met with further insistence of “No, your character gave them to us. She found them in a hardware store.”
Err… Here, I’d like to point out the fact that I am by no stretch a patient person, and most anything composed by my fingers and the contents of my head should be taken with a grain of salt and slightly more than three ounces of cum. We spent the next 5 whole minutes arguing over this in front of some of the other munchkin-members before I just dropped it.
"Please don’t make my character into a plot device for your convenience."
"Whut? Stephen, you’ve got to be more imaganetive." Promptly, I left the chat, explained the situation to Lich, and just talked with her (talking for me equates to incredulous pompous bitching) for the remainder of the evening before being coerced into a private session for the group to try and build a relationship between her lone-wolf character and mine, and went to bed with the satisfaction that my character had decided that experimenting with weed was a bad idea.
The following day, I find a PM from Chess detailing that ‘several members’ had alerted her to the fact that I was exhibiting ‘top dog’ and ‘bully’ behavior. It was entirely possible that I was, and wasn’t aware of it, but we got to talking, and it was revealed that Lich had passingly brought Mack’s claims to her attention, and that Mack had promptly passed it off as bullying her on my part before sending Chess after me poorly-informed. I gave Chess an actual resolution of what had happened in several paragraphs much like this, and I was promised that Chess would personally talk to Mack. Now I’m just sort of fairwhether avoided by most members (anyone in the group who isn’t on skype), and I’ve made good friends with the other four of them (Chess, Lich, Tree, and Kay).
My situation was resolved, but I still plead to the rest of you players and admins alike. If someone’s trying to turn your character into their personal plot device, or take advantage of them in any way, shape, or form. Don’t you ever dare take that for a moment. Screenshots and chat-recordings help greatly.
That’s…more than a bit of background.
Submitted by -EclecticCutlery-