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RAIN.cloud

Never Ending Existential Crisis
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Posting Speed
  1. Multiple posts per day
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  4. 1-3 posts per week
  5. One post per week
Writing Levels
  1. Intermediate
  2. Adept
  3. Advanced
Preferred Character Gender
  1. Male
  2. Transgender
  3. Primarily Prefer Male
Genres
slice of life, supernatural, modern, romance, mxm, fxf







LOCATION:
Los Angeles, CA

PLAYERS:
10

CHARACTER SLOTS:
40

GENRE:
Fantasy

SIGNUPS:
Open







Welcome to Arcadia

a bustling metropolis built on what remains of Los Angeles. The top of the city is pristine, all fresh metal and clean lines. That high in the sky, bridges take the place of roads, air trams are the main source of transport and many have long forgotten what earth truly looks like. Much closer to the heavens than the ground, so much so that it feels as if, should one would reach out with enough heart, they can pluck the stars from the sky. The sun shines down during the day, glistening against the chrome steps and glass walls.

There's more to this city than just clean glass and pretty lines....

There is a dark underbelly to the glitz and glamour that shines from Arcadian skyscrapers. Buildings stacked vertically in obscenely high towers, houses sit on top of shops that sit on top of stores that sit on top of offices. Things are slotted where they can fit -- continuously growing in number -- haphazard in the way they place them. The closer to the ground one is, the more ramshackle and oblong the buildings become.

You see, Arcadia holds as many layers as it does buildings. As with most things, there is more than what appears on the surface. With each body that mills about the never ending crowds, from the highest penthouse to the lowest hovel tucked into the many dark corners of the Coms, each person has a story to tell. Each person has a heart, a dream, a pain, a path. They all weave in and out, passing by like a whisper on the wind, unaware of the life that flits by so easily at their side. Ignorant of the world around them, each soul is trapped in the drum of their day to day life, left drifting beside one another without every truly intersecting.

But that's all about to change.


A Look Beneath The Surface
From top to bottom, the differences in class and wealth is visible. The highest points of the city; shiny, metallic, telling of the wealth the affluent households hoard to themselves. Doused in modern technology, the latest in biomechanic advancements, boasting the brightest, the most educated.

The further down you go, the more things begin to change.

Beautiful architecture grows lazy as you descended. The glowing glass and shining chrome grow dim and dull until, eventually, it fades into exposed brick and scuttling roaches. On the ground things are set in a completely different world; a world unwanted and unseen, swept beneath the rug and long forgotten. Here crime runs rampant, an afterthought to most as they go through their day's, nonethewiser to the debauchery below. It's dark down here, lit by the glowing neon lights; a pseudo-sunlight down in the Coms.

It's okay though, because for some, the darkness is an escape. It's a step away from the fabricated world above. Down here, anyone can shed their skin and dawn a new mask, a new name, a new life. One's man trash is another man's treasure after all.

People are going missing. Humans from the Terran district. No one is paying attention to it, no one really cares. They're humans after all. No one's looked into it....until now. It's not easy, investigating something no one thinks twice about, but there are secrets here.

Secrets about to be revealed.

Secrets people will do anything to hide.

Secrets that others will do anything to expose.

...

Secrets that will change everything






THE REVOLT OF DEMONIO

For centuries, they've had to hide in the shadows, lurking in the dark. It was safer that way, the elders determined to uphold the ways of old. It's not that they were weaker, or more vulnerable than the humans that roamed the earth. It was the opposite in fact. It was almost too easy to take over. The element of surprise was to be savored. The less the humans new, the better, the easier it was to feed. But as time passed, those born into darkness wanted a taste of the light. They wanted a taste and they were intent on taking it.

This led to the Demon Revolt -- oh so kindly titled by their human adversaries. Creatures of all walks of life were tired of hiding. They wanted to exist as they were, no fear of repercussions -- from the outside world or otherwise. They were slow to out themselves at first, but one by one the movement picked up force. With change came fear and with fear came anger. The ruling government called for a mobilization of humans, to take up arms and 'beat back these demons'. The violence was swift to wash over the world; protests in America inspiring uprisings in other countries.

It's been nearly two centuries since then. Cities were rebuilt and systems reformed and humans were no longer at the top. It's time for the monsters to walk in the light. From this Arcadia was born, a major city post-war that now boasts some of the most affluent in the world. Similar cities like this exist across the world now, over taking their predecessors.

There's a new hierarchy now, one where the humans sit (in their rightful place) at the bottom.



THE CAELUM DISTRICT

The Caelum district, a sparkling city amongst the clouds. A picturesque scene of shining metal and glimmering glass, the upper echelon is everything that one could dream of. On top of everything, their large penthouses overlook the entirety of Arcadia and out onto the great expanse beyond the city limits. Housing the top 1% of the 1%, owners of business monopolies, the mayor of Arcadia and A-list celebrities fill the elevated streets of the city in the clouds. On overcast days, even the tallest of buildings from the lower district's are obscured. The lower caste's have taken to calling those from Caelum, Caelians -- far from an endearing nickname. Being so far in the clouds, can they even be considered of this earth?

Not many other cities in what was once known as America, have reached the affluence of those in Arcadian Caelian's. It's a privilege few have and many covet. Most dream to be one of them, to have everything they could have ever wish for at the tips of their fingers. With access to all of the latest fashion and technology, there isn't much that Caelian's really have to want for. Houses are cleaned by mechanical maids and food is delivered quite literally on a silver platter. Their homes are lavish and large, the bridges and interconnected roadways that float high above the ground between them are pristine. It's almost like stepping into a different world. Everything is absolutely immaculate.

For many, it's a lifelong goal to climb into the clouds. The money is old, generations of developed wealth on the backs of others. Owners of Fortune 500's, Department heads and Government officials make up the people of the Zion District . Everyone knows everyone and secrets are often kept by a stack of cash -- and will be happily given for just the same price. Despite its pristine appearance and jaw dropping architecture.....all that glitters isn't gold....



THE INFRACAELUM DISTRICT


Infra's, as they like to call themselves, are -- as the name implies -- is below Caelum. They aren't the richest, but they certainly aren't the poorest. They range from B-list celebrities, small business owners and social media stars to the worker bees, the business women, the boys hunched over desks in the call centers - perhaps even a secretary, if they could find a position that wasn't already automated by some AI.

There are far more Infracaelian's than there are Caelian's, as is the way of things. How else can the 1% keep their fortunes if everyone has a slice? Most Infra's are content with their placement in life, though many strive to reach the top, to climb higher on the social ladder in order to grab a taste of that high life -- even if only for a second. More often than not, however, they underestimate just how slippery a slope ascension is, and end up falling far more often than they fly.

Morning time is the busiest for Infracaelian's, when you see their world truly come to life. As everyone rushes to their jobs, to a friend's house, or just to say hello to the friendly shopkeeper, their walkways fill with buzzing sounds of commute and the trams hum with their departures and arrivals. A mix of old and new, stairs ascended, criss crossing among platforms to create streets that are traveled daily. At night, it is quiet, with only the occasional hum of a stereo able to be heard through someone's open window. Most often described as quaint, the Mezzos are almost in a world all their own. They don't go without, but there is always a yearning for more.


THE GEHENNA DISTRICT


Much different than those that float among the clouds; the Gehennia District is just as it's name alludes -- hell. Gehenna, or what the locals call Neon City, is what's left of old Los Angeles. It's only part of Arcadia actually touching Earth's surface, sprawling the base of the city and even further outwards.

Gehenna is loud, bustling and dangerous. Bathed in the glow of neon lights, there is never a second in the day that light dies not shine, though the sun is hardly seen. The rushing footsteps, the honking of horns and the shouting of passerby create the symphony of life down here. Trapped in the ways of old, if you are born in the Coms there's no way out. Commies live in the old homes, the original stacks -- long forgotten by the Privy's that sat among the clouds in their cushy little homes with their automated maids and silver screens. In the Coms it’s real. Life is a gritty, rough and unforgiving thing. That isn’t to say it’s all hell. The locals look out for one another, the sense of community is strong among them. It takes a village to raise a child and a village the Coms has become.

Loyalty lay with the neighborhood, certain lines one just doesn’t cross. They know which streets to stop at, which corners to turn away from. These are the unspoken rules here. They don’t go up and the ones at the top don’t come down. They’re abandoned, left to their own devices; a completely different world to the one circulating above them. Sometimes it’s a wonder they’re even in the same city, let alone only a few stories above them. Resentment is brewing on the ground as ignorance swirls at the top.

Drugs and violence reign supreme here. The police are rarely called, most issues settled by trading blows or with the bang of gun. Almost completely self governed, it is best to associate yourself with a group and keep to them and them alone. The only one's 'safe' from it all are the elderly, the people there from the beginning who have earned their right to a peaceful existence. They have long since paid their dues.



COURTHSIP INITIATIVE


Overseen by the Center of Inter-Species Relations (CIR), the Courtship Initiative has been a long standing practice within Arcadia. Meant to keep the peace between species, every December, all children born within city limits are required to go to a Marking Ceremony. This ceremony marks each up and coming Arcadian child with a unique marker on the back of their right ankle. This marker binds them to their destined partner -- a partner each Arcadian is expected to seek out and find at the age of eighteen. Only like species are paired together....for the sake of peace.

Of course the Center for Inter-Species Relations is more than willing to assist in this endeavor, offering a myriad of services to seek out that one "destined partner". It's for the peace of the nation after all.

VIDUA



Witches, or so the whispers about Gehenna would have you believe. Vidua, originally denoting widows, are those among the Arcadian population that reject their way of life. Outside of the hustle and bustle of Neon City, most Vidua homes sit on the edges of city limits. Decrepit buildings slowly overtaken by earth are repurposed into sanctuaries.

Vagrants, orphans, outcasts, they're all welcome within the Viduan world. Community is everything here. Everyone contributes in whatever way they can. Most Viduan communities are mostly self sufficient. Some have gardens to grow their own herbs, fruits and veggies. Others house pigs, chickens, and goats. Others specialize in technology, hacking and architecture. Seamstresses, care takers, they have it all.

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HOW TO JOIN:

If you are interested in this rp just comment here. I am looking for about 8-10 players and I will be checking out writing styles to make sure everyone gels together nicely. Once accepted, you will be given the discord link where the ooc discussion will be held and all other links for the character index and ic thread will be shared.

POSTING LENGTH AND SPEED:

I ask for at least one paragraph every other week per interaction. I.E. Player A posts interacting with player B. Player B has 2 weeks from that interaction to post. If at any time you're falling behind, its okay, just communicate that and we can either wait for you or skip your turn -- all to be discussed what works best for the players if this ever occurs.

We all have lies, its no pressure guys <3


WHO CAN I PLAY:

You can play anyone from a Zionite to a Spinster. Just keep in mind the main plot of this will be in Terran, specifically in the Coms. There will be heavy focus on the inhabitants of Terran, secrets hidden by the government and investigating missing citizens that the government overlooks.

FACECLAIMS:

Real face claims only please. All face claims must match the culture of the species. For example, Djinn are from Arabic culture/mythos. Therefore, the faceclaim should, at least, appear part Arab.

NO GODMODDING:

This really shouldn't need an explanation but I digress. Do NOT under any circumstance, move, control, or otherwise manipulate another players character without their consent. It's not cool.


PLOT CANDIES/IDEAS:

If you have an idea that you'd like to contribute to steer the rp as a whole PLEASE share. I love plotting and I'm sure all of you do too, but if it's something that's going to affect the group as a whole I do ask to be made aware. Smaller plot candies b/t your individual characters should be discussed amongst those involved and don't need to involve me at all. Go wild with that shit.

DIVERSITY:

This roleplay encompasses an entire city, one known to be extremely diverse. LA has a lot of different cultures and people so, when creating characters please keep this in mind. I always encourage, and strongly suggest, that all players explore racial, gender, sexual and romantic diversity amongst their characters.

IF you have any questions, please feel free to ask!


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Still loving the concept so I'd be down for this~
 
7 out of 10 player slots are currently filled.
Sign-ups will be closed 12/12/21 at 8pm EST.
 
heyyy I am interested :D
 
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heyyy I am interested :D
awesome! :D
i'll send you the discord link and the char thread. don't worry i only posted it like 10 minutes ago lol
 
Not sure exactly what I’d do but this sounds hella interesting if you’re still looking for people :)
 
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All player slots are filled 💖
 
AHHHHH I WAS TOO LATE TT_TT
 
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Re-Opening sign ups and decided to leave them open.
It's the kind of rp where you can jump in any time :)