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- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Anything that actually has, you know, a good plot. I prefer RPs with fantastical elements, however, so generally, a bit of fantasy goes a long way.
The sun doesn’t rise and the stars don’t shine. Utter darkness encapsulates the surface world, broken only by a Scarlet Moon that illuminates a banquet of bloodshed for the deathless Tyrants roaming remnants of the Age of Indulgence. A black miasma pervades civilization’s ruins, rotting the lungs and deluding the mind, white carcasses strewn everywhere as monsters enjoy their immortality within this lifeless landscape.
The world had ended, God slain and its children slaughtered.
But humanity’s last clung on, persistently surviving deep underground, huddling in the darkness of caves, subsisting off subterranean lifeforms and finding comfort in what flames could be cultivated within. Small communities flourished into multi-level towns, held together by scaffolding, rudimentary tunnels becoming the foundation for an entire network. They survived, yet still, they were vermin, hiding in the shadows of their predators, their desperation for survival enough that entire towns would be quarantined if monsters sniffed it out.
It was a pitiful, cowardly, disgusting way of life, one that was nevertheless ‘accepted’.
Indeed, humans could not face the immortal Tyrants, the immortal monsters that exuded a flesh-decaying fog.
No, a different soul was required. One that was not satisfied with simply ‘living’. One that still held dreams in a world that was already dead. One that had an irresistible longing for the unattainable.
Wielding the vestiges of a dead God, consuming the might of the Tyrants they slay, they are the last amongst humanity that still choose to fight.
With Hope as their spark, Desire as their fuel, their flames chase away the darkness.
With God as their blade, Corruption as their strength, their fangs reach even the undying.
No matter how many times they die, their will shall not collapse.
They are Daybreakers, illuminators of a lightless world, incinerators of a sin-drenched present.
The ones that fight for a happy ending in a world seeking tragedy.
The ones that fight for a happy ending in a world seeking tragedy.
More info may follow. Just dropping this brainfart out before I forget it. And gauging interest too, I guess. Looking for a group of 4-6 that don't mind drowning their characters through shit while making them fight against the natural reaction of becoming edgy nihilists due to these tragedies. Cause once they lose Hope, they'll be lucky to just die.
Looking for something emotional. Perhaps melodramatic. Perhaps hot blooded. Don't mind dialing shit up to 11, really.
Inspiration is taken from Code Vein, Ayanashi, and Seraph of the End, with a potential dash of Scum's Wish.