- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Online Availability
- 12pm - 4pm, 10pm - 12am EST Monday - Friday (Not always able to RP on the weekends, but reachable if needed)
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Nonbinary
- Transgender
- Agender
- Primarily Nonbinary
- Genres
- Anything except realistic stuff.
00:00 EST
November 17, 2020
Location Unknown
"The World's New Master"
"Oo Ma Shi Ya Mo Haya Mi…"
Three voices echoed off the walls of the dim cavern in the middle of nowhere. The dancing light of a fire bounced around, flickering with each word. Mist surrounded them, seemingly almost unnatural as the fire and area around the cultists were untouched by the fog.
Vi epi availo zipweml, availo ztewi. Ozi oz."
The males chanted around the ritualistic flames, the age difference was apparent. The three were brothers and they stood around the fire draped in cloaks of different colors. The eldest of the three wore crimson red, and the energy around him seemed to match. His eyes showed of bloodlust and greed, and his stance was naturally threatening. The middle brother wore deep blue, with blue energy shimmering around him as well. He a calm and collective person, with a hidden desire to torture and hear the agonizing screams of his victims. The youngest wore pure black, and the energy around him surged vigorously as he chanted. He was a mystery, even his brothers were perplexed as to what his true intentions were. His expression and actions spoke of obedience, however his eyes told a different story.
"Cher, Aeom, Deon, to moet for de, Bu Denae de mo fa may, Enneya by za wo."
They all held out their hands and the energy that had been building around them formed into orbs above their cupped hands.
"Bring me the world."
The all stated before pushing the orbs towards the entrance of the cave, and side by side the energy flew out. The ritualistic campfire and mist vanished the moment they left, but the cavern remained lit with the candles on the walls.
For a few moments there was nothing but silence, until the middle one chimed in.
"Who do you think it will be?" He asked with a little shake of nervousness to his voice.
"Obviously, me!" The oldest replied confidently. "I have more experience in this world, and I'm the strongest one here! I'm more fit to lead as well."
"No! You may have more experience, but I am more intelligent. The saying goes 'brain over brawn' and I'm definitely the one with the brains. I'll lead the world with strategy!" The middle one retorted, a hint of disgust twisted with his words.
"Please, that's not always true! I can crush that brain of your with one hand."
"Psh, well I do know one thing…"
"Yeah? Must be the only thing."
"…"
"Uhhg continue… Little bitch." The oldest groaned.
"… It definitely won't be him." The middle one nodded at the youngest, who remained silent, staring patiently towards the entrance with a blank look on his face.
"You're right about that."
"I bet he dies first."
"We can only hope."
"They're back!"
The three orbs rushed inside and flew directly towards the youngest, the two older brothers smirked with satisfaction until a frown interrupted as the orbs froze in front of the boy. He began to chuckle and soon it grew into a vicious cackle.
"No!"
"How could this happen!" The red and blue orbs began to circle as the black one floated above him.
"You imbeciles, you think you can lead the world? You don't deserve the world, you've never worked a day in your lives for it. I've worked and worked nonstop for you two and father ever since I was able to walk without a single ounce of appreciation. I've been your servant, your punching bag, your test subject, and the list continues on and gets worse." He paced back and forth as the orbs continued to circle. As his anger flickered, the orbs would as well. The other two were frozen in fear; they knew their time had come, and they regretted everything they have done up to this point. "Now it's my time, and you two are finally going to repay me for all the things I've put up with, by being my slaves for the rest of your miserable lives… And you will suffer, along with the rest of society, I'll make sure of that. I'll lead this world into oblivion." The young one spoke with mischief and victory as the orbed flew through the two then joined the black orb swirling above their master's head.
The moment the orbed touched the brothers, however, they immediately hunched over screaming out in pain. Their bodies contorted in agony and their cries continued until liquid the same color of the orb that went through them began excreting from their eyes and mouth. While they could no longer scream, they let out blood curdling gurgles and moans that would cause anyone's stomach to twist.
"Now…" The young one commanded with a voice of pure malice. "Bow before your master." After much struggling, the brothers were forced to obey.
All that could be heard from the cavern was the echoing sound of malevolent laughter.
13:56 EST
November 17, 2020
Manhattan, New York City
"The First Wave"
"Okay you two, this game has been going on long enough! Chess shouldn't take this long!" A male paced the alley as two people, another male and female, sat at a table with a glass chess board in front of them.
"Tuoron, are you even listening to me? Emmry?" He asked, the obviously whining rang in his voice.
"Nope." Tuoron, the male at the table replied as he killed his opponent's bishop with his castle.
"Chess games do not last 2 days." He complained more.
"Actually Mal, chess games are known for lasting days. One even lasted for 5 in the nationals last week." Emmry, the female contested as she took the castle with her knight.
"Fuck me, they even have a nationals for this stupid game?!" Mal said in shock.
"You're really stupid, aren't you?"
"Give it a break Em, he doesn't pay attention to anything unless it involves video games or hot chicks" Tuoron attacked her knight with his last rook. All she had left was her king and 2 pawns while he had a queen and rook. He walked the king into a corner as she frantically retreated not having enough time to get her pawn to the edge until finally…
"Check mate." He stated as he knocked down her king.
"It's about fucking time!" Mal groaned.
"Good game!"
"You too." The two stood up and shook hands before they began cleaning up the board.
"We should get going before someone finds out we're mis…" Em was interrupted by a piercing scream that only began to multiply. They peaked out of the alley to find swarms of red orbs.
"What they hell?" Mal replied as those who the orbs went through began spewing red liquids and spazzing. Then suddenly everyone simultaneously looked up to the sky in perfect stillness. An orb began charging their way causing Mal to scream out, but his mouth was soon covered as Em pulled him to the ground and Tuoron stood in front of them. Instinctively, he held out his hand and the orb abruptly bounced away from them.
"What just happened?" Mal scrambled to his feet the moment he was released.
"I don't know, but we should go." Tuoron replied as he looked at his hand with confusion.
"Yeah, come on."
The world has fallen into disarray by strange orbs, they creatures they're turning people in resemble zombies, but they are not the same. Societies have fallen apart, governments have collapsed, and buildings have crumbled. To many it seems like the end, but to a few, it was a new world.
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The Corrupted are humans who lost their free will the moment the orbs touched them. They are controlled by "The Master" and whatever orders he gives them they must carry out.
Difference (to Zombies)
-They are living
-There seems to be some kind of order to them.
-It seems to be magic that transformed them
-They are categorized by the colors they discharge;
Red: strong, blood thirst, unintelligent
Blue: Fast, smart, weak
Black: Unknown, it's rare to find one and those who run into one never survive to release the intel
Similarities (to Zombies)
-Contagious if scratched or bites
-No will of their own
-Extremely vicious
-Don't sleep
-Wonders around attacking anything other than other Corrupted.
Appearance
They look like humans with a really bad flu pretty much. Also there's liquid (color varies depending on what orb touched them) dripping (or pouring) from they're mouth and eyes.
Also finding pictures of them was a bitch, I found some really creepy shit that I won't post here.
and I may have nightmares tonight...
More info TBA
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The orbs didn't touch everyone in the world there are survivors of the first wave of orbs.
Some roam the land in search of a safe place, these people are able to handle themselves within the chaos of the world, veterans, criminals, officers, pretty much anyone skilled in combat and survival. This category does not take up the majority of survivors, but there are a few out there. Some are hostile to other survivors, some help out if they can and move on, others ignore all and keep to themselves.
The other set of survivors settle in camps. These consist of mainly civilians who can't fend for themselves against the corrupted. The camps are usually leaded and/or protected by those who have combat skill and experience, otherwise the camps are quickly destroyed by the Corrupted.
More info TBA
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12:00 pm, April 23, 2015; several people vanished from their homes, works, schools, etc. From kids to adults, males and females, white, black, Asian, Native American, there were no patterns, and no trace. For a while many were on the hunt for them, the local PDs, Private detectives, even the FBI, but there was no luck, it was like they no longer existed. That was, until 12:00pm, April 23, 2016; when they all reappeared exactly where they vanished. However, certain things about them had changed. Some had personality changes, others acquired skills they didn't have before such as building things, first aid, tracking, etc., etc. Not all were affected the same, but one was the same for each of them; they could not remember what happened to them during the year they were gone.
They try to settle back into their normal lives, but a certain feeling lingered in the back of their heads, nothing seemed permanent, they were anxious, as if something was coming, and as time got closer and closer to the First Wave, this feeling grew and they began remembering more skills of survival. When the First Wave finally hit they knew this was what they were waiting for, and they were fully equipped to survive it. While civilians thought this was a time of despair, those who vanished 5 years ago felt a relief as the anxious feeling finally disappeared.
00:00EST on the day of the First Wave something awoke within the Prepared, those awake found that they could do something no normal person could do. Earth manipulation, aura manipulation, darkness manipulation. They found that they could manipulate some kind of matter, but only one. It was an adventure in itself for them to figure out how it works.
Here's the part everyone hates...
Character Rules:
1) Please be creative with your characters and lets try to have some variety with them. If you see a character up thats similar to the one you're about to post then try to change something to make it more unique. This can be hard sometimes but I don't want ten million stoic heartless badasses or something like that.
2) Your character can only manipulate ONE kind of substance. And it can not be the same as another character's power. There can be similarities, but they cannot be the same.
3) Your characters just received their abilities and haven't even had it for an entire day. you are not masters of this ability yet, character development is very important and extremely interesting, use it. What you do know it that your powers have something to do with your disappearance, you know what you have, and you know the basic way to use it, its just not that strong and requires extra energy to use.
4) Characters age can range from 6 to 60 (just to put a number on it. if you want anyone younger then you would need to also play the guardian)
*No split personality characters, I'm reserving it.
More info TBA
Important people
"The Master"
TBA
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