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Calypso Major
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Congratulations on your Untimely Demise, Which Eventually Led to you Becoming a Ghost!
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(IC) (OOC)
[fieldbox= , olive, dashed] "As human beings, we all have this instinctual fear of death - or, rather, what comes after death. Some say that there are alternate realms that one gets categorized into (sometimes there's just a single world). Others tell us that we'll be alive again before we know it, a blank slate to start all over again, like recycling.
And then we have the rumors that these are all lies. There is no 'other world', there is no recycling, there's just us, our soul, and the rest of this dying world. Spirits, entities, ghosts... they're all words that invoke a presence that isn't 'alive' in terms of the living. Some of these can be nice, a warm push in the right direction, or perhaps that fuzzy feeling you get right before you fall asleep. Others can be quite a hassle, the occasional though which leaves you with nothing but a sense of dread, or 'accidents' that happen at certain places during certain times..." [/fieldbox]
Genre(s): Supernatural, Horror
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Summary:
You're dead. You've died over a century ago, and have now returned once more to the world of the living.
...Well, not really, because you're a ghost now. A ghost who, for some reason, is forced to work under this lazy, sarcastic, throw-caution-to-the-wind type of guy who calls himself your 'supervisor'? Anyhow, this guy gives you jobs, varying from '' go get me some grub '' type of jobs to ''hey go kick these ghosts out of my town'' jobs.
And in return, you're provided with a place to stay, along with all of these other random strangers you seriously just met. But, at least you get one of those nice apartments featuring a large dining room, living room, and a full, separate kitchen...all to yourself if you so choose. It's nice and a'l, but sometimes you can't help but shake this apprehensive feeling that something's going to go very wrong, very soon.
But whatever, you have all of eternity to worry about that stuff after all. It's time to focus on your most important mission yet.
Finishing up your favorite TV show.
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Summary:
You're dead. You've died over a century ago, and have now returned once more to the world of the living.
...Well, not really, because you're a ghost now. A ghost who, for some reason, is forced to work under this lazy, sarcastic, throw-caution-to-the-wind type of guy who calls himself your 'supervisor'? Anyhow, this guy gives you jobs, varying from '' go get me some grub '' type of jobs to ''hey go kick these ghosts out of my town'' jobs.
And in return, you're provided with a place to stay, along with all of these other random strangers you seriously just met. But, at least you get one of those nice apartments featuring a large dining room, living room, and a full, separate kitchen...all to yourself if you so choose. It's nice and a'l, but sometimes you can't help but shake this apprehensive feeling that something's going to go very wrong, very soon.
But whatever, you have all of eternity to worry about that stuff after all. It's time to focus on your most important mission yet.
Finishing up your favorite TV show.
[fieldbox= , olive, dashed] "...Of course, it kind of sucks once you figure out that the only way to become a ghost, is to be hand-picked by some higher-leveled being most of us never get to meet."
- A victim of fate [/fieldbox]
- A victim of fate [/fieldbox]
Here's an Intro, because I can:
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A small crowd of people awake in a dark space, the smell of earth and wood very much present. Nobody knows why they're there, nor do they recognize one another. All are quickly pulled from their confusion by a very loud voice.
"Ah, finally, some fresh meat, or - er...sort of."
A man stands there, no older than late twenties, wearing what seems to be jeans, a solid burgundy colored shirt, and a blue jacket. Some people winced at the classic 1990's grunge style of clothing, but at least this man rocked it, with his blonde hair barely brushing his shoulders in a casual way.
A few wondered why he looked this way, but it was pretty hard to focus on something apart from the sudden fact that he was semi-transparent, clothes and all.
"Anyhow, hello there young ones- "
A small voice tries to intervene, saying that they're actually 102 years old and that they were, in fact, most likely older than him. A flash of light, and a now-irritated voice continues, interrupting the last bit of the elders words.
"NO, I do not care what age you say you are, for as of this moment you are all newborns compared to me- which reminds me, CONGRATULATIONS!" The man (well, close enough to a man) claps in a burst of enthusiasm, leaving the others in the room to wonder what exactly is going on.
"Now, I know what you're thinking. 'Oh wise and noble glowing person in front of us, please say. What is our purpose of being here?' "
The space where the crowd stood was silent.
"Jeez, tough crowd." He clears his throat, eyeballing several individuals before continuing.
"First off, you should all know that you're dead." Almost instantly, a hand was raised, stopping whatever rude comments were about to erupt. "Yes, you all have my condolences, but before you all start yelling, I think you should also know the one thing you all have in common.
Each and every one of you died in the year 2012, on December 21st, at midnight.
Now, while you all died of different causes, it doesn't change the fact that each and every one of you are now equals in this world, as the newest generation."
"Newest generation of what?"
The same voice from before called out, the feminine warmth of a grandmother ringing in the silence. And once again, a flash of red briefly pulsed - or perhaps it was simply a very reddish-orange? Clearly, it meant that whoever this stranger was, was clearly unhappy with being interrupted.
"Well, call us whatever you like. Spirits, entities, specters, phantoms, wraiths - really, the living have so many names for us, it's hard to keep track. But for your generation, I think the most popular term was ghosts."
The hush over the crowd quickly disappeared as they began to murmur amongst themselves. One comment was heard over the rest, the sound of a young man's sarcasm unnerving.
"So what, we get a second chance? I don't know about you guys, but I think I'd prefer staying dead than being undead."
Within the second of the last word being heard, a small croak filled the air, eyes filled with fear as the people closest watched him grab at his throat. It seemed to be that this one was choking, but nobody moved a muscle to help. "It would be wise of you to keep your mouth shut if you have nothing productive to say." The crowd quieted again, watching with uneasy gazes as the man from before took a deep breath, before lowering his hand, which had raised just before the boy began to choke. Gasps could be heard from the boy, as he tried to fill his non-existent lungs back up with air.
He went ignored, as the source of all of their knowledge threw his hands up in the air. "Honestly, I don't know why so many of you were picked by the boss, but whatever. Just know that you are all here for a reason, and it was definitely not a fluke, nor was it because of your 'will to live' or whatever nonsense the living have come up with."
A small, child-like voice piped up, "Excuse me, mister...?"
This caused the man to stop, looking around to try and find the source for a few moments before giving up, deciding to yell into the crowd. "Name's Otto, please address me as Mr. Otto-the-man, or just supervisor if you prefer." As he introduced himself, he sounded quite giddy, like being called something other than his usual name was really special.
"Will we get to see our families again?"
The voice brought up a good point, and others began to repeat the question amongst themselves, only for all hope to be shut down quickly with a single sentence.
"No, because anyone you remember is long gone, rotting away in some obscure grave most likely."
"But not to worry, all of you will have a place to return to! Since you've all been asleep for a century or so, the boss had us - and by us I mean me - situate out a living space."
And with that, Otto clapped his hands. "Alright, no more questions?" Of course, lots of people had questions, but he just chose to ignore them as he waved his hand, an old wooden door appearing behind him.
"Good thing you guys have me as your supervisor, right? Now, let's introduce you to your new home."
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[fieldbox= , #CF5300, dashed, 10] Rules:
1. All Iwaku rules apply, of course.
2. NO GODMODDING, it's just plain rude to control other people's actions.
3. Posting wise, I'd like for a post to appear every three days...but since I probably won't be able to follow this rule for a little bit due to school I'll stick with once a week for now.
To show that you read ALL of these rules, please choose a color for your character and place it somewhere in your CS!
4. Another thing about posts. I'll be expecting at least a paragraph (that's five whole, complete sentences) that hopefully are either advancing the plot, interacting with another, or giving chance for interaction to occur.
5. And for the love of waffles and french toast, please keep all IC drama out of the OOC.
6. Finally, the last rule. HAVE FUN! There's just no point in roleplaying if it isn't fun, in my opinion, so have at it. Initiate scenarios! Try new things! Make relationships (but of course keep those sort of scenes family-friendly please)! [/fieldbox]
[fieldbox= , olive, dashed, 10] Cast List:
Catherine Octavul (Female, @Raven Haruka)
- A shy, quiet girl, it's rare for anybody to actually hear her full name out loud, as she prefers to be called Cricket.
Nova McCall (Female, @IceQueen)
- It'd be quite the situation should you get on the bad side of this particular ball of energy (pun intended), but otherwise be prepared for lots of excitement.
Nicola Albescu (Male, @мι∂иιgнтєя )
- a WIP character
Ezra Fenton (Male, @Mocking_Jayy )
- Our local woodworker, Ezra tends to be pretty laid-back in character, unless of course you somehow make him upset or catch him on a bad day.
Frederick Braxton (Male, @Lissamel )
- Once an assassin from CapitalCorp, this master of poison tends to be an easy guy to talk to, granted that you don't mind his somewhat apathetical attitude.
Kaiden Kendrick (Male, @RainDash )
- After dying before he could ever achieve his dreams, Kaiden is very nice to those he doesn't know, hiding his crippling loneliness behind a smile.
Sophia Ellis (Female, @xLarius )
- It would be in your best interest not to bother this short-stack whilst in her 'mode', otherwise you've been warned.
Ji-Eun Bi (Female, @Taichou )
- a WIP character
Adrien Nobilis (male, @IceQueen )
- a WIP character
[/fieldbox]
[spoili]
A small crowd of people awake in a dark space, the smell of earth and wood very much present. Nobody knows why they're there, nor do they recognize one another. All are quickly pulled from their confusion by a very loud voice.
"Ah, finally, some fresh meat, or - er...sort of."
A man stands there, no older than late twenties, wearing what seems to be jeans, a solid burgundy colored shirt, and a blue jacket. Some people winced at the classic 1990's grunge style of clothing, but at least this man rocked it, with his blonde hair barely brushing his shoulders in a casual way.
A few wondered why he looked this way, but it was pretty hard to focus on something apart from the sudden fact that he was semi-transparent, clothes and all.
"Anyhow, hello there young ones- "
A small voice tries to intervene, saying that they're actually 102 years old and that they were, in fact, most likely older than him. A flash of light, and a now-irritated voice continues, interrupting the last bit of the elders words.
"NO, I do not care what age you say you are, for as of this moment you are all newborns compared to me- which reminds me, CONGRATULATIONS!" The man (well, close enough to a man) claps in a burst of enthusiasm, leaving the others in the room to wonder what exactly is going on.
"Now, I know what you're thinking. 'Oh wise and noble glowing person in front of us, please say. What is our purpose of being here?' "
The space where the crowd stood was silent.
"Jeez, tough crowd." He clears his throat, eyeballing several individuals before continuing.
"First off, you should all know that you're dead." Almost instantly, a hand was raised, stopping whatever rude comments were about to erupt. "Yes, you all have my condolences, but before you all start yelling, I think you should also know the one thing you all have in common.
Each and every one of you died in the year 2012, on December 21st, at midnight.
Now, while you all died of different causes, it doesn't change the fact that each and every one of you are now equals in this world, as the newest generation."
"Newest generation of what?"
The same voice from before called out, the feminine warmth of a grandmother ringing in the silence. And once again, a flash of red briefly pulsed - or perhaps it was simply a very reddish-orange? Clearly, it meant that whoever this stranger was, was clearly unhappy with being interrupted.
"Well, call us whatever you like. Spirits, entities, specters, phantoms, wraiths - really, the living have so many names for us, it's hard to keep track. But for your generation, I think the most popular term was ghosts."
The hush over the crowd quickly disappeared as they began to murmur amongst themselves. One comment was heard over the rest, the sound of a young man's sarcasm unnerving.
"So what, we get a second chance? I don't know about you guys, but I think I'd prefer staying dead than being undead."
Within the second of the last word being heard, a small croak filled the air, eyes filled with fear as the people closest watched him grab at his throat. It seemed to be that this one was choking, but nobody moved a muscle to help. "It would be wise of you to keep your mouth shut if you have nothing productive to say." The crowd quieted again, watching with uneasy gazes as the man from before took a deep breath, before lowering his hand, which had raised just before the boy began to choke. Gasps could be heard from the boy, as he tried to fill his non-existent lungs back up with air.
He went ignored, as the source of all of their knowledge threw his hands up in the air. "Honestly, I don't know why so many of you were picked by the boss, but whatever. Just know that you are all here for a reason, and it was definitely not a fluke, nor was it because of your 'will to live' or whatever nonsense the living have come up with."
A small, child-like voice piped up, "Excuse me, mister...?"
This caused the man to stop, looking around to try and find the source for a few moments before giving up, deciding to yell into the crowd. "Name's Otto, please address me as Mr. Otto-the-man, or just supervisor if you prefer." As he introduced himself, he sounded quite giddy, like being called something other than his usual name was really special.
"Will we get to see our families again?"
The voice brought up a good point, and others began to repeat the question amongst themselves, only for all hope to be shut down quickly with a single sentence.
"No, because anyone you remember is long gone, rotting away in some obscure grave most likely."
"But not to worry, all of you will have a place to return to! Since you've all been asleep for a century or so, the boss had us - and by us I mean me - situate out a living space."
And with that, Otto clapped his hands. "Alright, no more questions?" Of course, lots of people had questions, but he just chose to ignore them as he waved his hand, an old wooden door appearing behind him.
"Good thing you guys have me as your supervisor, right? Now, let's introduce you to your new home."
[/spoili]
[fieldbox= , #CF5300, dashed, 10] Rules:
1. All Iwaku rules apply, of course.
2. NO GODMODDING, it's just plain rude to control other people's actions.
3. Posting wise, I'd like for a post to appear every three days...but since I probably won't be able to follow this rule for a little bit due to school I'll stick with once a week for now.
To show that you read ALL of these rules, please choose a color for your character and place it somewhere in your CS!
4. Another thing about posts. I'll be expecting at least a paragraph (that's five whole, complete sentences) that hopefully are either advancing the plot, interacting with another, or giving chance for interaction to occur.
5. And for the love of waffles and french toast, please keep all IC drama out of the OOC.
6. Finally, the last rule. HAVE FUN! There's just no point in roleplaying if it isn't fun, in my opinion, so have at it. Initiate scenarios! Try new things! Make relationships (but of course keep those sort of scenes family-friendly please)! [/fieldbox]
[fieldbox= , olive, dashed, 10] Cast List:
Catherine Octavul (Female, @Raven Haruka)
- A shy, quiet girl, it's rare for anybody to actually hear her full name out loud, as she prefers to be called Cricket.
Nova McCall (Female, @IceQueen)
- It'd be quite the situation should you get on the bad side of this particular ball of energy (pun intended), but otherwise be prepared for lots of excitement.
Nicola Albescu (Male, @мι∂иιgнтєя )
- a WIP character
Ezra Fenton (Male, @Mocking_Jayy )
- Our local woodworker, Ezra tends to be pretty laid-back in character, unless of course you somehow make him upset or catch him on a bad day.
Frederick Braxton (Male, @Lissamel )
- Once an assassin from CapitalCorp, this master of poison tends to be an easy guy to talk to, granted that you don't mind his somewhat apathetical attitude.
Kaiden Kendrick (Male, @RainDash )
- After dying before he could ever achieve his dreams, Kaiden is very nice to those he doesn't know, hiding his crippling loneliness behind a smile.
Sophia Ellis (Female, @xLarius )
- It would be in your best interest not to bother this short-stack whilst in her 'mode', otherwise you've been warned.
Ji-Eun Bi (Female, @Taichou )
- a WIP character
Adrien Nobilis (male, @IceQueen )
- a WIP character
[/fieldbox]
Character Sheet:
Know that you can go as far in depth with your character as you want, but make sure to fill in the tings marked with a * please!
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-BASICS-
*Name:
Nickname/Possible Nicknames:
*Age at time of Death:
Birthday: (Remember they died at the end of 2012)
Ethnicity:
Sexuality:
Appearance:
(You can also include a picture if you'd like - anime or other, it doesn't matter - but please provide a description of your ghost. Also note that - depending on the type of death - they might have scars and/or discoloring of skin in certain places. But don't worry, they provide no pain or discomfort for your ghost - well, apart from maybe the occasional itch, but it's just like a reminder of the fact that they died.)
-SOCIAL-
Habits: (Are there any habits they may have? Biting nails when nervous, scratching at their hand, playing with their hair, etc..)
Voice: (Do they have an accent of some sort? Do they usually speak in a certain way to people?)
First Impression: (What would be the first thing people think of when they meet your ghost?)
*Personality: (Go ahead, describe their personality. I'm sure I don't need to explain the fact that there should also be flaws somewhere, as they were once human.)
Likes:
Dislikes:
Fears:
Secrets: (A secret obsession over something? A quirk about them that they wouldn't want others to know about? Closet drinking? Write it here.)
Hobbies: (Do they cook an elegant five-star pasta dish? Do they play guitar? What does your ghost enjoy doing in their spare time?)
Failed Hobbies: (Do they suck at anything? Perhaps others should be worried about the state of the kitchen when they decide to
-HISTORY-
*Do they remember their life before becoming a ghost? : (Y/N question)
Backstory: (If you'd prefer to tell your ghost's backstory, here you go. Or you could just describe their last memories before their demise.)
Last Memory:
Death: (What did they die of?)
-HOME-
Apartment: (Literally, try to describe the main features of your ghost's apartment.)
Atmosphere: (What type of atmosphere would your ghost's apartment give off?)
-RELATIONSHIPS-
rrrreeeadddd theeee pooossstttt...
-OTHER-
Did I miss anything? Feel free to add it in!
(Remember, all things marked with a * are considered mandatory.)
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