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Folksy
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[warning=red]This RP will be filled with some sensitive subject matter. Rape, gore, racism, to name a few. This is your trigger warning. Don't join if you think this stuff will bother you. If you have a content question: HMU[/warning]
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It's only eighty-five degrees outside, but it's so humid that it feels more like a hundred. The cicadas scream around you. You can't see them through the thick canopy of hanging moss and oak branches, but they make their presence known. You can also hear your heartbeat. It's so loud you think it's going to fly out of your chest, that anyone nearby can hear the BABOOM BABOOM BABOOM of a body running on adrenaline. You are willing your heart to quiet the fuck down when you notice the cicadas have stopped. A nauseating scent wafts in front of you. It's a deadly mixture of death and swamp. Any normal person might have been spooked and left, but you're on a mission. Every death, every jinx, every little bit of appalling detail brings you closer to solving the death of your friend. [/fieldbox]
It's only eighty-five degrees outside, but it's so humid that it feels more like a hundred. The cicadas scream around you. You can't see them through the thick canopy of hanging moss and oak branches, but they make their presence known. You can also hear your heartbeat. It's so loud you think it's going to fly out of your chest, that anyone nearby can hear the BABOOM BABOOM BABOOM of a body running on adrenaline. You are willing your heart to quiet the fuck down when you notice the cicadas have stopped. A nauseating scent wafts in front of you. It's a deadly mixture of death and swamp. Any normal person might have been spooked and left, but you're on a mission. Every death, every jinx, every little bit of appalling detail brings you closer to solving the death of your friend. [/fieldbox]
[warning=red]This RP will be filled with some sensitive subject matter. Rape, gore, racism, to name a few. This is your trigger warning. Don't join if you think this stuff will bother you. If you have a content question: HMU[/warning]
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Southern Gothic
This Rp takes place a little off the coast of southern Georgia, in the swampy town of Cross Cove on Cross Island. It's not really an island, technically it's still attached to the mainland by swampy marshlands. The place was mostly populated by lethargic-looking church-going people who've lived there for generations, and a couple rich busybodies who'd contracted extravagant beach houses only to move in and realize that Cross Cove is the ugliest, stinkiest, and darkest strip of the Eastern coast and the fact that it was "untouched" wasn't because it was undiscovered by big motel and hotel tycoons, but because no one in their right mind would vacation there. The year was 1965 and while the rest of the country was slowly trying to heal the wound that was racism, Cross Cove was letting it fester.
Cross Cove has very little notable history, except for it once being the home of a very famous and very notable voodoo queen Mae Wilder who was a slave at the Oakview plantation and who supposedly cast a curse on the Chaplin family that many locals still believe to be real. Cross Cove has other interesting stories, but none that the rest of the world takes note of or even knows. You will tell another story of Cross Cove, one that likely won't be notable to the rest of the world, but is extremely notable to the residents of the hell called Cross Cove. The story starts like this:
Someone's been kidnapping women. The women range from thirteen to forty-two but they all have one thing in common: they've been mostly black. Ten women in total have been abducted and haven't been found. More recently, there have been two deaths. One, an eighteen-year-old white girl found washed up on the bank of the marsh. She was the reverend's daughter. The other one was a girl of unknown age and race found in the woods, burnt to a black dryness, tied to a post amit a bunch of scorched logs. Local police could not identify the body and the coroner's said that the fire was not the cause of death, but rather a bullet through the head killed the girl.
You'll play a friend or family member of one of the girls killed or one of the girls still missing. Each of you will've been brought to Cross Cove in your own way. If you're the reverend's daughter's friend (and you have to play a friend for her), you probably live in town. If you want to be the burnt girl's friend or family, pm me for info. If you play one of the missing girl's friends, you were probably contacted by the police, or you live in town. Your goal will be to either find your friend/family member, or to find out who killed her. It's obvious the police aren't looking into the issue as much as they should, so it's time to take things into your own hands. Some of you will come into town with clues about the whereabouts to your friend/family member, some of you will come into town with secrets. Some of you will have clues intertwined with your secrets, but your best bet will be to work together.
[tab=Settings] - [b]Name:[/b] [b]Gender:[/b] [b]Age:[/b] [b]Orientation:[/b] The sexual kind [b]Religion:[/b] [b]Appearance:[/b] Height, weight, eye color, body type, race, hair, I leave it up to you. Also at least 3 pictures
- [b]Personality:[/b] Self explanatory, at least two paragraphs [b]Quirks/Habits:[/b] 2+ [b]Likes:[/b] 3+ [b]Dislikes:[/b] 3+ [b]Fears:[/b] 2+ [b]Skills:[/b] 3+
- [b]Bio:[/b] Should include: Who your character knew that brought them into this story, how your character grew up, what brought them here, etc etc. IMPORTANT: Be thinking of some kind of secret your character has. Do NOT put it in the bio, PM me instead. [b]Family:[/b] [b]Relation:[/b] Which girl brought your character into the fold, whether it be one of the kidnaped girls, the white girl, or the burnt and shot girl (PM me so I can fill you in). If your relation is to a kidnapped girl, give a brief description here with age, a very short bio, and maybe a picture.
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More recently, Clemence has been in an accident. She sustained head trauma and got major long term memory loss. She lost five whole years of her life. She can't quite remember the events leading up to the injury, but she thinks she got into a fight with her uncle. The injury was a year ago. Since then, a very dear friend to Clemence and Della -their cousin, Babet- left without giving much info on where she was going. She wrote everyone for a while, letting them know she was in Cross Cove, Georgia, and that she was fine, but not why she was there or what was going on. Then the letters stopped. People started wondering if Theodore was going to go get his daughter. He just said that she'd be fine. Henriette was furious at Theodore. She questioned his leadership abilities and even the ability for him to lead the community. Back in the days after Mae Wilder died or disappeared, women ruled the community. Somewhere along the lines, a man stepped up and the community shifted to male leaders, but Henriette thought it was time they go back to the old way of doing things. So she split from the community, bringing a handful of people will her and leaving. She was fully prepared to go looking for Babet herself, but Clemence and Della stepped up. Henriette was now the new voodoo queen, and both daughters knew that the she'd be safer with the new group. So they went to Cross Cove, and they're gonna try to find Babet.
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