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JANUARY 3, 1947
WELCOME TO HAVEN INTEREST CHECK & LORE THREAD
The orc doorman didn't stir as a pair of scarlet red heels clicked against the classical black and white tiled floor. The woman in those heels strode with a fiery determination, her equally red hair still held in their evening curlers. Her lips were held in a tight frown and her arms were crossed underneath her bust. Walking past the grand stair case nearing the entrance of the lobby, through the front doors and then across the street in the pouring rain she stopped to fish out her keys as she arrived at the doors of her workplace. Maneuvering through the dimly lit front room she then stopped at another door. Sheriff Blacklaw was written on translucent glass. She took a moment to readjust the ribbon of her revealing silk nightgown before knocking at the door, her expression all but happy to be there. "Abraham! We have a situation!"
Abraham heard Victoria before she knocked. He was almost to the door when her voice erupted past it. He opened it briskly. He never did anything with a soft touch. Everything was always fierce and punctual. The office behind him was a mess. A massive wooden table dominated the center of the room. Atop it was a smattering of papers, photographs, and the sheriff's sloppy notes. singular window pointed outside, and directly towards another building. It was cracked open, smoke sliding out of it while the sound of rain entered. It smelled of whiskey and cigarettes. The sheriff practically swallowed the threshold of the door. His broad shoulders kissed the frame and he swiftly buttoned the top button of his shirt before he tightened his tie.
"Victoria," he said, his voice a deep rumble. At work, he'd refer to her as Miss Rider and only Miss Rider. Here, though, with her distraught in her nightgown--she was Victoria. "What's wrong?" He took a step away from the doorway and towards his desk. He may have walked backward to his desk, his eyes intent on her silhouette underneath the gown. Usually, he wouldn't ogle, but she never showed up in her sleep attire. "Must be something taxing for you to give up your much-lauded beauty sleep."
"Taxing..? Hah. Yeah, I suppose you could call it that." She breathed tiredly, her manicured fingers rising up to massage her temples. Victoria walked into the smaller room afterwards, her body swaying past the physically imposing man before walking around to the back of his desk and opened the top right shelf. Coming up with a cigarette moments later she then moved back towards him. Gesturing to the smoke now held lightly between her lips, she explained. "I got a house call from the Council's boy scout, just now."
A certain vulnerability in her voice that few rarely got to hear and the bags underneath her eyes more apparent now that they stood so close, she hesitated. "Mikael told me that Watchers have woken Abraham...the first in nearly half a century."
He watched her as she spoke. Her gaze seemed to avert his, and her eyes seemed heavy--far heavier than he'd ever seen them. Abraham swiftly inhaled at her words, and then he let out a low laugh. "Victoria, it is too late, and I'm too frustrated with this other case for you to be making practical jokes."
There was a pause between them. The silence suffocated the laugh from his throat. His lips drew tight and his brow furrowed. Those blue eyes of his became striking against the darkness of the room.
He grabbed his half finished glass of scotch and downed it in a burning instant. "We need to move--fast. Hells bells," he said, pinching his nose. "I'll get a hold of the other deputies and then we need to get out of here."
Watchers. It had been so long since they'd manifested and if history was any lesson, their appearance meant nothing but trouble.
Abraham heard Victoria before she knocked. He was almost to the door when her voice erupted past it. He opened it briskly. He never did anything with a soft touch. Everything was always fierce and punctual. The office behind him was a mess. A massive wooden table dominated the center of the room. Atop it was a smattering of papers, photographs, and the sheriff's sloppy notes. singular window pointed outside, and directly towards another building. It was cracked open, smoke sliding out of it while the sound of rain entered. It smelled of whiskey and cigarettes. The sheriff practically swallowed the threshold of the door. His broad shoulders kissed the frame and he swiftly buttoned the top button of his shirt before he tightened his tie.
"Victoria," he said, his voice a deep rumble. At work, he'd refer to her as Miss Rider and only Miss Rider. Here, though, with her distraught in her nightgown--she was Victoria. "What's wrong?" He took a step away from the doorway and towards his desk. He may have walked backward to his desk, his eyes intent on her silhouette underneath the gown. Usually, he wouldn't ogle, but she never showed up in her sleep attire. "Must be something taxing for you to give up your much-lauded beauty sleep."
"Taxing..? Hah. Yeah, I suppose you could call it that." She breathed tiredly, her manicured fingers rising up to massage her temples. Victoria walked into the smaller room afterwards, her body swaying past the physically imposing man before walking around to the back of his desk and opened the top right shelf. Coming up with a cigarette moments later she then moved back towards him. Gesturing to the smoke now held lightly between her lips, she explained. "I got a house call from the Council's boy scout, just now."
A certain vulnerability in her voice that few rarely got to hear and the bags underneath her eyes more apparent now that they stood so close, she hesitated. "Mikael told me that Watchers have woken Abraham...the first in nearly half a century."
He watched her as she spoke. Her gaze seemed to avert his, and her eyes seemed heavy--far heavier than he'd ever seen them. Abraham swiftly inhaled at her words, and then he let out a low laugh. "Victoria, it is too late, and I'm too frustrated with this other case for you to be making practical jokes."
There was a pause between them. The silence suffocated the laugh from his throat. His lips drew tight and his brow furrowed. Those blue eyes of his became striking against the darkness of the room.
He grabbed his half finished glass of scotch and downed it in a burning instant. "We need to move--fast. Hells bells," he said, pinching his nose. "I'll get a hold of the other deputies and then we need to get out of here."
Watchers. It had been so long since they'd manifested and if history was any lesson, their appearance meant nothing but trouble.
WELCOME TO HAVEN INTEREST CHECK & LORE THREAD
The human men and women who have been kissed by death and miraculously survived the ordeal. Normal people, who shortly after their experience, begin to see previously unnoticed abnormalities in the world around them. These individuals are labeled Watchers and the hidden world they come to see is one of corruption, strife and the supernatural -- The Grey.
The Watchers find themselves thrown into the chaos of this new and vicious society without warning. Special in the sense that they are apart of two different worlds simultaneously, the individuals are constantly preyed on by this society's dangerous inhabitants and various crime syndicates. Yet at the same time there are those supernatural beings who wish to prevent Watchers from being slaughtered and exploited by their kin. The Occult aim to reach out to and protect these humans from the evils of their world. They house the Watchers, with our without their permission, and help them adjust to their new life. If the Watchers refuse to live by their rules? They disappear never to be asked about again.
For the past fifty seven years however, no Watcher has set foot in New Haven. The presence of Watchers have historically disrupted the workings of the Grey and without them the corrupted elite of their society have grown comfortable. But now the sudden awakening of five Watchers has every supernatural organization criminal and not, weary of their existence. Along with the rise of a new highly addictive drug made of demon blood, the Grey is entering a time of chaos and the only ones seeming to stand against the tides are the Sheriff and his deputies.
The Watchers find themselves thrown into the chaos of this new and vicious society without warning. Special in the sense that they are apart of two different worlds simultaneously, the individuals are constantly preyed on by this society's dangerous inhabitants and various crime syndicates. Yet at the same time there are those supernatural beings who wish to prevent Watchers from being slaughtered and exploited by their kin. The Occult aim to reach out to and protect these humans from the evils of their world. They house the Watchers, with our without their permission, and help them adjust to their new life. If the Watchers refuse to live by their rules? They disappear never to be asked about again.
For the past fifty seven years however, no Watcher has set foot in New Haven. The presence of Watchers have historically disrupted the workings of the Grey and without them the corrupted elite of their society have grown comfortable. But now the sudden awakening of five Watchers has every supernatural organization criminal and not, weary of their existence. Along with the rise of a new highly addictive drug made of demon blood, the Grey is entering a time of chaos and the only ones seeming to stand against the tides are the Sheriff and his deputies.
RULES AND EXPECTATIONS
♡ Read through every thread made for the RP. This OOC along with the interest check and the lore thread have important information about the universe of the Occult made to be read by the players.
♡ This roleplay is just as much of a noir story as it is a supernatural one. Familiarize yourself with the setting if you aren't already!
♡ I will be accepting characters based on their quality and whether they really add to the story. Just because you posted a character sheet does not mean you are guaranteed a spot. I'm not a fan of the word 'competitive' and did not intend on the admission process being described as such but a (surprising) amount of people showed interest so far. If your character does not make it through this round, WtH is just the first of many roleplays I will be creating for the universe of the Occult.
♡ Communication is key and collaboration posts are likely to happen. PLOT WITH PEEPS. :-)
♡ Expect to speak with me a lot. I like plotting for ways to give player characters more agency in the story.
♡ I don't have a strict paragraph limit but you must give enough in your posts for others to work with.
♡ We will likely be using a courtesy system and I expect a post every few days at the very least.
♡ Don't be a dick to others, simple as that. If you absolutely can't resolve a problem you can bring it to me and I'll deal with it accordingly.
♡ Have hella fun.
♡ This roleplay is just as much of a noir story as it is a supernatural one. Familiarize yourself with the setting if you aren't already!
♡ I will be accepting characters based on their quality and whether they really add to the story. Just because you posted a character sheet does not mean you are guaranteed a spot. I'm not a fan of the word 'competitive' and did not intend on the admission process being described as such but a (surprising) amount of people showed interest so far. If your character does not make it through this round, WtH is just the first of many roleplays I will be creating for the universe of the Occult.
♡ Communication is key and collaboration posts are likely to happen. PLOT WITH PEEPS. :-)
♡ Expect to speak with me a lot. I like plotting for ways to give player characters more agency in the story.
♡ I don't have a strict paragraph limit but you must give enough in your posts for others to work with.
♡ We will likely be using a courtesy system and I expect a post every few days at the very least.
♡ Don't be a dick to others, simple as that. If you absolutely can't resolve a problem you can bring it to me and I'll deal with it accordingly.
♡ Have hella fun.
CHARACTER SHEET
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NAME:
ROLE:
AGE: Most Supernaturals right now vary from 270-310 years old.
GENDER:
SEXUALITY:
RACE: Human or Supernatural (Specify if latter.)
WRITTEN DESCRIPTION
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PERSONALITY
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SHEET CODE
♡ You are free to change the colors/font to your liking. :-)
♡ I want history to be sent through a separate PM rather than on the public sheet. Reasoning behind this being I want each character's past to remain a secret to the other writers/characters. I felt like not knowing 100% who an individual is will contribute to the noir feel I'm going for. I won't accept your character until the sheet is up and their history is in my inbox.
♡ Accepting only four Deputies.
♡ Accepting only five Watchers.
♡ Accepting only three to five members of the Cartel.
NAME:ROLE:
AGE: Most Supernaturals right now vary from 270-310 years old.
GENDER:
SEXUALITY:
RACE: Human or Supernatural (Specify if latter.)
WRITTEN DESCRIPTION
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PERSONALITY
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SHEET CODE
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♡ Accepting only four Deputies.
♡ Accepting only five Watchers.
♡ Accepting only three to five members of the Cartel.
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