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Gossamer
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Only darkness surrounds you. The only sound is that of eternal silence. You feel your legs continually place one foot in front of the other taking step after step without interruption. Your arms sway gently from side to side, yet you are not in control. Not a bone in your body bends to your will as your being continues forward into nothingness.
Who am I?
Desperately you search your memories hoping to recollect the bizarre scenario which brought your being to such a desolate place, but draw blanks at every corner. Where you are from, where you live, your friends and family, your protectors and caregivers, even your own name. Absolutely nothing comes to mind.
How long have I been here?
Has it been days? Years? Decades? Are loved ones weeping in your absence, or have you no one to call a friend? Has your boss hired a replacement, or do you simply wander the streets without responsibility?
Where am I going?
Your gaze is pulled towards the far end of the darkness that surrounds you, landing upon a warm, welcoming and gentle blue light in the distance. Suddenly you feel your muscles tense, your eyes rigidly place themselves on the light at the end of the darkness. Every bone in your body yearns to embrace its presence.
Unable to resist, you go towards the light.
Your arms sway from side to side with each step. Your expression is blank and lifeless. The sound of your footsteps can be heard below, but there is no conceivable floor beneath you. Soon, the strikingly bright light comes within view, gradually illuminating the darkness as you progress forward.
Your eyes remain planted on its source. Gently, a lantern swings from side to side, dangling from the branch of a lonesome tree sprouting from the blackness beneath it. Although the light is blinding in contrast to the darkness surrounding it, your gaze remains fixed on the source. You find comfort when staring into the lanterns light, however, the reason why remains a mystery.
Eventually you find yourself before the lonesome tree. Planting your feet, you tilt your head back, gazing upon the lantern dangling from the branch. The branch itself is twisted in an odd, peculiar shape, contorting outwards, its tip pointed towards the ground. The lantern hangs in an awkward position, and continues to sway back and forth, its metal hinges creaking as it does so. Fortunately, it was just low enough for you to reach out and grasp its handle.
However, upon reaching out, your hand proceeds not for the handle, but the lantern itself.
As your hand inches towards the glass panes, the light within begins to brighten frantically. Your fingers are mere inches from the lantern. The moment you graze its exterior, the light shines an excruciating white, rendering you blind.
You are thrown into a state of disorientation. All you can see is white. During this blindness, memories begin to resurface. Familiar faces, voices, and locations flood your mind relentlessly. They all appear distorted, and blurred. The names of the faces escape you. Any attempt to recollect even the most faint details from the past is futile.
The lanterns light begins to fade.
Your eyelids relax, and slowly begin to open.
Your eyes remain planted on its source. Gently, a lantern swings from side to side, dangling from the branch of a lonesome tree sprouting from the blackness beneath it. Although the light is blinding in contrast to the darkness surrounding it, your gaze remains fixed on the source. You find comfort when staring into the lanterns light, however, the reason why remains a mystery.
Eventually you find yourself before the lonesome tree. Planting your feet, you tilt your head back, gazing upon the lantern dangling from the branch. The branch itself is twisted in an odd, peculiar shape, contorting outwards, its tip pointed towards the ground. The lantern hangs in an awkward position, and continues to sway back and forth, its metal hinges creaking as it does so. Fortunately, it was just low enough for you to reach out and grasp its handle.
However, upon reaching out, your hand proceeds not for the handle, but the lantern itself.
As your hand inches towards the glass panes, the light within begins to brighten frantically. Your fingers are mere inches from the lantern. The moment you graze its exterior, the light shines an excruciating white, rendering you blind.
You are thrown into a state of disorientation. All you can see is white. During this blindness, memories begin to resurface. Familiar faces, voices, and locations flood your mind relentlessly. They all appear distorted, and blurred. The names of the faces escape you. Any attempt to recollect even the most faint details from the past is futile.
The lanterns light begins to fade.
Your eyelids relax, and slowly begin to open.
You awake lying on the ground, your back pressed against the vibrantly blue glass that surrounded you for miles upon miles. The color blue glowed everywhere upon everything, the source of the light stemming directly from a lantern dangling off of a tree branch above, the very same lantern that rendered you blind just moments ago.
Or was that days ago? Weeks? It all almost felt like a dream. Fireflies surrounded your body, and upon following their trails you turn your head to see dozens of strangers lying on the ground around you. Slowly, everyone began to stand. Confusion began to settle in as everyone made an attempt to converse, trying to figure out just what on earth was going on, only to realize nobody knew a single thing about themselves or each other.
There was an extent to the ever blue light glowing from above. Everyone stood just beneath the lantern within its circle of light. Everything beyond the circles borders remained pitch black, one could hardly make out the trees that stretched for miles upon miles within these foreign woods. Fireflies continued whizzing back and forth within the circle. A few ventured out into the darkness, only to be swallowed whole by a gaping mouth nearly appearing out of thin air.
Or was that days ago? Weeks? It all almost felt like a dream. Fireflies surrounded your body, and upon following their trails you turn your head to see dozens of strangers lying on the ground around you. Slowly, everyone began to stand. Confusion began to settle in as everyone made an attempt to converse, trying to figure out just what on earth was going on, only to realize nobody knew a single thing about themselves or each other.
There was an extent to the ever blue light glowing from above. Everyone stood just beneath the lantern within its circle of light. Everything beyond the circles borders remained pitch black, one could hardly make out the trees that stretched for miles upon miles within these foreign woods. Fireflies continued whizzing back and forth within the circle. A few ventured out into the darkness, only to be swallowed whole by a gaping mouth nearly appearing out of thin air.
Suddenly, at least fifty pairs of bright white eyes open within the darkness, just inches beyond the edge of the lanterns light. Up until that point everyone had remained oblivious to the presence of the creatures hiding in the dark, but now they were all quite aware. Some screamed at the sight, others remained quietly shocked. Everyone crowded themselves just beneath the lantern, as far from the edge of the light as possible.
One of the creatures went rogue, and began stepping into the light. It's pitch black flesh made a hissing noise as its skin began to burn incessantly. Its arms and legs convulsed and contorted in agony with each step, the lantern doing well to hinder the creatures movements.
Horrified, everyone began to huddle together as tight as possible, watching as the monster fell to the floor and began crawling towards the crowd. It was about five yards away from the closest person before disintegrating into nothing more than a pile of black dust that would soon be blowed away by a gentle breeze.
And then, without warning, a blood-curdling groan ruptured the stillness of the woods, causing the ground below everyone to reverberate, which sent a few shaky-legged souls to the floor. The lantern itself seemed to react to the horrific shriek, it glowed brighter than ever before, exposing some of the surrounding creatures whilst burning them to a slight crisp.
A being at least six meters tall begins rising from the darkness beneath it. A creaking sound could be heard as it did so, as if the creature were made of century old wood that moaned with every movement. Every step the being made was like thunder rumbling in the sky. Slowly, the tall-as-a-tree creature began to take step after thunderous step towards the lanterns glow. Gasps and shouts echoed from within the crowd of people beneath the lantern. Everyone seemed to have the same idea; stay with the light.
That was, until the lantern inexplicably went dark. Another blood-curdling shriek sent trembles up everyones spines. As you stand woefully vulnerable before the very stuff of nightmares, an idea pops into mind, one that everyone silently agrees must be the best option at this moment in time;
Run.
That was, until the lantern inexplicably went dark. Another blood-curdling shriek sent trembles up everyones spines. As you stand woefully vulnerable before the very stuff of nightmares, an idea pops into mind, one that everyone silently agrees must be the best option at this moment in time;
Run.
Premise:
Booya! Hi there, you can call me Goss or Gossamer or dog breath or spaghetti monster or whatever. This is essentially a Dark Fantasy RP brought to you by yours truly. :-)
This RP will be heavily character driven with just a hint of gore, so expect some mature content. We are also pro-death here! Meaning there will be a lot of death and dying and your character just might be participating. But don't worry, there will be plenty of comedy relief to balance out the sound ofyour character dying and stuff. Not to mention the fact we'll be accepting a large amount of players from the beginning, which will increase your chance for survival! You can't all be eaten alive, right?
Character Death/Karma System:Booya! Hi there, you can call me Goss or Gossamer or dog breath or spaghetti monster or whatever. This is essentially a Dark Fantasy RP brought to you by yours truly. :-)
This RP will be heavily character driven with just a hint of gore, so expect some mature content. We are also pro-death here! Meaning there will be a lot of death and dying and your character just might be participating. But don't worry, there will be plenty of comedy relief to balance out the sound of
Lucky for you, I'm not going to be running around killing off characters left and right. You bunch of lucky grapes. Instead, I will be relying on a simple karma system to determine who lives and who's for dinner. The course of the RP will be relatively character driven, meaning your characters actions will determine the outcome of some things, where as other things will remain sadly inevitable. Every variable will be accounted for, from interacting with the environment to risky behavior. Please keep in mind, every character is subject to death, no exceptions.
What is Lantern, SPIRIT?:
So a majority of the RP's plot is still in the works. I don't want to give too much away which is a bit difficult since nothing is concrete. Here's all you need to know for now:
Your character awakens in a dense, dark and unfamiliar forest. They begin with no recollection of the past or their identity, unaware of even their own name. Pretty much all your character knows is its dark, theres strange monsters everywhere, their weakness is the lantern, and a creature taller than an oak tree is hunting everyone down trying to eat them alive or something.
His name is Kibi, by the way, and you'll be spending a majority of the RP playing hide-and-seek with this lovable demon or monster or skeleton or whatever he might actually be.
As the plot progresses, your characters memories will return with time and will be an essential, integrative part of the story itself. Yes, eventually your character will start kicking some monster butt and yes, there is totally magic involved, but its limited. There won't be any fireballs or blizzards or stuff like that, just some basic staffs that shoot light and junk.
It's important that you work with your character in detail. Their backgrounds and personalities will affect the very course of the RP itself.
Expectations:
Dedicated, creative players who are willing to collaborate, drive the plot forward and are here for the long haul. Believe me, I understand how hectic the real world gets. All I ask is that you leave a heads up if you can't post, if you're going to be out for a while, or if you intend to drop entirely. I'll find something to occupy your character in the meantime, or take the reins myself. As far as posting goes, a few posts a week would be ideal, at least 3-4 paragraphs long. Quality over quantity, of course.
As far as rules and junk goes, just know all I'm trying to do here is create a fun, interactive fantasy role-play for the lot of us to enjoy together until the very end, and if you get in the way of that I'll be sure to feed Kibi your soul, no hesitation!
wow thanks for reading all this crap:
seriously. I'm looking for 8 solid players. This will not be first come first serve. At least three of you won't be making it past the first chapter, truly sorry about that. Keep in mind I'm looking for detailed, realistic characters with a lifetime of memories good and bad.
Oh, by the way, you have to include your characters death scene in your sheet! Yup, that's right, everyone of your characters is actually already dead and are currently transcending to the after life! Woohoo! Basically, the whole foundation of this role-play draws influence from anime's Spirited Away and Angel Beats! So yeah, this RP takes place in the spirit world, and Kibi is basically the grim reaper/ruler of the afterlife, running around sending people to the great beyond. Your characters, however, are completely oblivious to this fact, and that will remain so until some point within the RP itself.
Oh, and for good measure lets go ahead and throw a Life Wish into the mix. A goal or set of goals that revolves around every aspect of your character, something they hope to achieve before kicking the bucket.
Characters:
Name: McKaela "Mickey" Hopkins
Age: 18
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 115lbs.
Personality: WIP
Biography: WIP
Life Wish: WIP
Death Scene: WIP
Character Sheet:
Picture:
Name:
Age: (Nothing younger than 18)
Height:
Weight:
Personality:
Biography:
Life Wish:
Death Scene:
EDIT - Jan 23rd int. check
Isomia.n said: ↑
Would you like us to provide a completed character sheet now or when the OOC thread is up and running?
The OOC will be up and running as soon as enough characters have been accepted and all the kinks have been worked out, so now would be the best time to write up a character and get them posted asap, pretty please.
Camleen said: ↑
what Era would our characters originally be from?
Oops, I forgot to mention this. Thanks for bringing it up!
Everyone's characters would have died at some point throughout the year 2012.
Scath said: ↑
Is there a time frame/deadline for character sheets?
I'm hoping this won't take more than a week, maybe sooner. I'll be sure to keep everyone posted.
Preferably something along the lines of art/drawing, cartoon, anime and what not. Please avoid real life face claims as I'm hoping to keep everyones characters relatively uniform in terms of appearance.Last question, is there a preferred picture medium? Real life, anime, art/drawing ect.?
EDIT - Jan 24 int. check
Oh, I believe @Camleen asked a question like that last night, but I was a sleepy bird so I didn't get around to answering it. My bad.Question in regards to their appearance, do they appear like they have died? Mainly asking because my character might have his/her head shaved because something something hospital stay but I'd prefer him/her not to run around bald (x.
As fun as it would be to have a baldy in the group, that won't be the case. Everyone will appear to be in radiant health, and will be wearing whatever clothes they perished in, free from any rips or tears that may have occurred however they kicked the bucket.
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