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- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Fantasy, SciFi, Modern, Urban Fantasy, Dark, Horror, Medieval, Any Punk Genre
Mangled limbs. Blood dripping from every surface. It was true madness. I know not where the visions take me for I was not myself and the setting so unfamiliar it was otherworldly. It was like a ripple in my reflection, distorting oneself until they are no longer true. What horrors await my coming days for such telling of blood are no simple fabrications of the mind. I feel they are important. Perhaps they are visions warning me or even glimpses of the futures. I know such words reeks of blasphemy, but I know they aren't untrue. If I am unable to overcome this trial, what of my family. My wife Elene. My daughter Arabelle. I truly fear for the days to come.
Jake had that dream again. He was someone else in someplace else. It was all very quiet in a candle lit room. He had heard thoughts but they were not his own. They sounded British but he could be mistaken for Jake was not a good judge of accents. In his dream he was writing something down. It was very strange for him because he felt afraid. It was like his heart was being gripped by an unknown hand. This hand squeezed tighter and tighter and it was difficult to breathe. He also smelled blood, but there was no corpses nearby. The dream ended with a little girl walking up him. She was beautiful like an angel, but something lurked behind in the shadows. It was unnerving, and he felt he needed to protect her.
Jake contemplated about all of this and quickly dismissed it. It was probably caused by all that drinking last night. He did have a pulsating ache in his head. He had work and didn't need to think about his morbid dream. But for some reason the girls face didn't quite leave him. Who was she?
Crossroads
The path we walk are lonely. They are ours alone and cannot truly be followed. But there are times when two roads converge. When this happen our lives are connected with another. This connection is our humanity. It is our happiness but also our pain. We may diverge. We may even follow the same road with another. We continue on these timeless roads. Living different lives. Crossing the same people. In the end we share the same fate to continue walking along the road. Forever until the end of time.
((In this rp I'm trying to have a main characters in the modern age who are able to glimpse into different lives during different eras. All encountering terrible and gruesome situations and even deaths. These glimpses will slowly affect our characters and then perhaps the same horrible events may happen to the characters now. We might find each other, discovering we share connecting vision, and try to figure it out. Or it may be possible for all of us to reach the same violent ends as our predecessors and continue the grim repetitions. Lets find out.))