Astaroth
[*screaming into the void intensifies*]
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- It varies a lot depending on my schedule, unfortunately.
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- Advanced
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- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Psychological horror
Body horror
Supernatural
Giallo
Splatterpunk
Dark fantasy
Historical
Low fantasy
Magipunk
Weird West
Noir
Thriller
Gothic horror
Southern Gothic
Gaslamp fantasy
Cyberpunk
Space saga
Clockpunk
Space Western
Space opera
Paranormal
Modern fantasy
Dieselpunk
Post-Apocalyptic
Crime drama
Medieval fantasy
It is said that there is a collective mindscape inhabited by living stories, lapine apparitions born from the imagination of their authors. These beings are Lagomyths, and they use their creative energy to leave a mark on the world around them, like ink on paper. It is their success or failure that dictates the written history of countless worlds.
Their home is called Iwaku.
For a long time, this fabled Eden thrived, a paradise of stories bearing fruit and sowing seeds exponentially. Every day, yet more Lagomyths flowed forth from their Authors, as the wellsprings from which each Lagomyth hatches are known. Lagomyths of countless shapes, sizes, and genres mingled freely and multiplied, etching out new chapters in their lives. Not all was harmonious or benevolent, but all was very much alive... until a dark Shadow stained the horizon, and Lagomyths began to fall victim to the disease that is simply called the Block.
No one knows precisely what the Block is, only what those who are Blocked become: powerless, helpless, and even insane. Once Blocked, few recover. The books are closed forever on their stories, their inkwells run dry, and their Protagonists- the guardian spirit each Lagomyth controls absolutely, and can summon at will- unresponsive to their calls. Neutered thus, they become pickings for the Lurkers.
Lurkers have always roamed the margins of Iwaku, looking in at the stories that unfold and slavering in hunger and lust. Primal beasts, they are quick to snap up and devour any Lagomyth they catch unawares. Now, with the Graveyard of Plot Holes that has sprung up in the wake of the Great Warren's fall to the Block, they have found an easy path in. No more is it safe to wander Iwaku alone, for the Lurkers hunt and howl, sinister watchdogs of a desolate plot. Now it is their numbers that multiply, as the population of Lagomyths is culled in droves.
What few survivors remain with sanity and storytelling intact must now strike out on a pilgrimage to save what is left of their people, if their stories are ever to be told.
Across the vast Plot Hole Graveyard lies the holy ground of Ozryel's Nest, the bower of one of the Authors of ancient legend. There, they will seek the wisdom of the [OZZIE]Black Lagomyth[/OZZIE], a figure spoken of with dread as often as reverence. Their only hope is that this soothsayer will know what is to be done, and what the root of these dark forces might be...
The journey will be perilous, the dangers plentiful.
Many stories will end too soon.
All may already be lost.
Will you see your story to its end?
IWAKU: WARREN OF STORIES
Q: What exactly is a Lagomyth?
A: A Lagomyth is a Plotbunny, the living incarnation of a story- or, if you will, a "plotsona". They are physical representations of a plot idea, but maintain a lapine (that is to say, rabbit-shaped) form. A Lagomyth whose story is of the Horror genre, for example, might appear something like this:
Q: What sort of powers do Lagomyths have?
A: A Lagomyth interacts with the world in two ways. The first is their Storytelling Style, which gives them a set of three abilities that fall under the following spheres:
DREAM WEAVING
This style is that of myths, epic poetry, fables, folklore, and legends. Those who practice this style value mysticism and tradition, drawing from stories past. Dream Weavers have abilities that defy nature, and examples of this may include the art of illusion, ritual healing, or wizardry.
REALITY BENDING
This style is that of free verse, fantasy, metaphor, and allegory. Like Dream Weavers, Reality Benders shape the fabric of existence, but they are unconstrained by any rules but their own. Often chaotic and difficult to understand, these Lagomyths tend towards powers such as creating something from nothing, changing the nature of objects, and manipulating physics to their advantage.
SOUL ARTS
This style is that of first-person perspective, popular fiction, and character-driven stories. Practitioners of Soul Arts draw on magical powers from inside themselves, overcoming obstacles out of sheer willpower and faith in their identity. This power always directly affects the capabilities or body of the Lagomyth wielding it.
CONFLUENCE
This style is that of histories, biographical accounts, non-fiction, and gritty realism. Lagomyths using Confluence do not rely on fantastical abilities or mystical rites, but only on what can be found in life. Physical force and technology are the prime weapons of a Confluence Lagomyth, but some have been known to go so far as negating the powers of other, less realistically-inclined counterparts.
Posts should be written to reflect your Lagomyth's respective Storytelling Style.
The second way in which Lagomyths affect their stories is through use of their Protagonists. A Protagonist is a character- for which you may write a brief summary, or include an additional (but still succinct) character sheet- and which serves as a sort of spirit servant for their Lagomyth. Within certain limitations, a Lagomyth may use their Protagonist to achieve a purpose they cannot on their own, such as using a knight to do battle in their place if they are physically weak. A Lagomyth may only have one Protagonist until their story is complete; if their Protagonist dies, they must start a new story with a new Protagonist.
Q: What is this about a story?
A: A Lagomyth is a living story, and so each Lagomyth's story must be told in order for it to survive. Over the course of the overarching plot, you must tell an individual story unique to your Lagomyth. This story must fall under one of the following genres:
The actions of the Protagonist within these stories and their actions in the main storyline will be treated as distinct realities, except in the case of Protagonist death. Protagonists may interact with other Protagonists in either reality, but only with other Protagonists of the same or similar genre. There is no circumstance within which Historical and Modern Protagonists may interact, except...
Q: Except?
A: Scattered across Iwaku are sections called JumpIn Plots. When Protagonists are summoned within the boundaries of these Plots, they may interact with any other Protagonist, regardless of genre.
Q: How often must I post an advancement to my story?
A: The major story arch will be told in chapters. You must post at least one advancement to your story per chapter. This does not have to be in direct sequence; you may skip scenes. However, it must be in chronological order for the sake of everyone following along.
Q: So how exactly do I play? What should my posts look like?
A: You are playing as a Lagomyth, and the overarching storyline is that of you and other Lagomyths traveling to seek answers about the Block, braving the dangers of Lurkers and other perils along the way. As far as this goes, your posts will be like those for any other roleplay.
Your Protagonist, meanwhile, you will use as a secondary character. Their abilities will be limited to the same Storytelling Style as their Lagomyth, but may differ in application (for example, a Dream Weaving Lagomyth who uses incantations to perform hypnotism might have a religious healer for a Protagonist). Within the reality of the overarching storyline, you will use them as an ally that may be summoned. (To Protagonists of conflicting genre, however, they are insubstantial, like ghosts.) You may only summon your Protagonist once per chapter, and once they complete the task for which they were summoned, they will return to their own reality. Choose wisely when to invoke their aid.
As mentioned above, you must also post an update to your individual story once per chapter. These will also be done much like any roleplay post, only your Protagonist will be your character for these posts. (You may include these at the end or beginning of posts to the main storyline, provided that you make them easily distinguishable.) These will be bubble realities that do not affect the main storyline. If you wish, you may collaborate with other players so that your stories converge and cease to be "bubble realities", but only if their Protagonists belong to a compatible genre. Within a Jump-In Plot, the walls between these bubble realities all fall apart, however, and all Protagonists are shoved into a crossover universe where they may interact freely as long as the Lagomyths are within the boundaries of the Plot. Whee!
Q: I'm still not sure I get it. Can you show me?
A: Sure!
Q: What exactly is this Block?
A: The Block is a mysterious illness that has been afflicting Lagomyths throughout Iwaku. Lagomyths who are Blocked become unable to use the powers granted by their Storytelling Style and cannot summon their Protagonists. Not much else is known about it, not even how a Lagomyth catches the disease, but there are next to no accounts of a Lagomyth recovering once they succumb.
Q: But I don't have to worry about that happening to me, right?
A: Er... Of course not! I would never do something like that to my players.
Q: Is there anything else I need to know before filling out my character sheet?
A: Your Lagomyth has an Author, their place of birth in Iwaku. This should represent either you, the player (or if you choose, a previous Mythos persona). This is simply a neat way for you to add a landmark or backstory to your Lagomyth that is a tribute to you!
Q: So am I playing a furry/anthropomorphic character?
A: No. You're playing a rabbit.
Q: Can I be a Smut Lagomyth?
A: No. You're playing a rabbit. :|
Q: I've read through all of the information and am ready to work on my character! What now?
A: After filling out the character sheet below, post it in this thread. Sheets must be approved before you can post in the IC, which I will link here when it's ready.
Their home is called Iwaku.
For a long time, this fabled Eden thrived, a paradise of stories bearing fruit and sowing seeds exponentially. Every day, yet more Lagomyths flowed forth from their Authors, as the wellsprings from which each Lagomyth hatches are known. Lagomyths of countless shapes, sizes, and genres mingled freely and multiplied, etching out new chapters in their lives. Not all was harmonious or benevolent, but all was very much alive... until a dark Shadow stained the horizon, and Lagomyths began to fall victim to the disease that is simply called the Block.
No one knows precisely what the Block is, only what those who are Blocked become: powerless, helpless, and even insane. Once Blocked, few recover. The books are closed forever on their stories, their inkwells run dry, and their Protagonists- the guardian spirit each Lagomyth controls absolutely, and can summon at will- unresponsive to their calls. Neutered thus, they become pickings for the Lurkers.
Lurkers have always roamed the margins of Iwaku, looking in at the stories that unfold and slavering in hunger and lust. Primal beasts, they are quick to snap up and devour any Lagomyth they catch unawares. Now, with the Graveyard of Plot Holes that has sprung up in the wake of the Great Warren's fall to the Block, they have found an easy path in. No more is it safe to wander Iwaku alone, for the Lurkers hunt and howl, sinister watchdogs of a desolate plot. Now it is their numbers that multiply, as the population of Lagomyths is culled in droves.
What few survivors remain with sanity and storytelling intact must now strike out on a pilgrimage to save what is left of their people, if their stories are ever to be told.
Across the vast Plot Hole Graveyard lies the holy ground of Ozryel's Nest, the bower of one of the Authors of ancient legend. There, they will seek the wisdom of the [OZZIE]Black Lagomyth[/OZZIE], a figure spoken of with dread as often as reverence. Their only hope is that this soothsayer will know what is to be done, and what the root of these dark forces might be...
The journey will be perilous, the dangers plentiful.
Many stories will end too soon.
All may already be lost.
Will you see your story to its end?
IWAKU: WARREN OF STORIES
Q: What exactly is a Lagomyth?
A: A Lagomyth is a Plotbunny, the living incarnation of a story- or, if you will, a "plotsona". They are physical representations of a plot idea, but maintain a lapine (that is to say, rabbit-shaped) form. A Lagomyth whose story is of the Horror genre, for example, might appear something like this:
Q: What sort of powers do Lagomyths have?
A: A Lagomyth interacts with the world in two ways. The first is their Storytelling Style, which gives them a set of three abilities that fall under the following spheres:
DREAM WEAVING
This style is that of myths, epic poetry, fables, folklore, and legends. Those who practice this style value mysticism and tradition, drawing from stories past. Dream Weavers have abilities that defy nature, and examples of this may include the art of illusion, ritual healing, or wizardry.
REALITY BENDING
This style is that of free verse, fantasy, metaphor, and allegory. Like Dream Weavers, Reality Benders shape the fabric of existence, but they are unconstrained by any rules but their own. Often chaotic and difficult to understand, these Lagomyths tend towards powers such as creating something from nothing, changing the nature of objects, and manipulating physics to their advantage.
SOUL ARTS
This style is that of first-person perspective, popular fiction, and character-driven stories. Practitioners of Soul Arts draw on magical powers from inside themselves, overcoming obstacles out of sheer willpower and faith in their identity. This power always directly affects the capabilities or body of the Lagomyth wielding it.
CONFLUENCE
This style is that of histories, biographical accounts, non-fiction, and gritty realism. Lagomyths using Confluence do not rely on fantastical abilities or mystical rites, but only on what can be found in life. Physical force and technology are the prime weapons of a Confluence Lagomyth, but some have been known to go so far as negating the powers of other, less realistically-inclined counterparts.
The second way in which Lagomyths affect their stories is through use of their Protagonists. A Protagonist is a character- for which you may write a brief summary, or include an additional (but still succinct) character sheet- and which serves as a sort of spirit servant for their Lagomyth. Within certain limitations, a Lagomyth may use their Protagonist to achieve a purpose they cannot on their own, such as using a knight to do battle in their place if they are physically weak. A Lagomyth may only have one Protagonist until their story is complete; if their Protagonist dies, they must start a new story with a new Protagonist.
Q: What is this about a story?
A: A Lagomyth is a living story, and so each Lagomyth's story must be told in order for it to survive. Over the course of the overarching plot, you must tell an individual story unique to your Lagomyth. This story must fall under one of the following genres:
Fantasy
Modern
Science Fiction
Romance
Fairy Tale
Grimdark
Historical
Steampunk
Horror
Mystery
Paranormal
Noir
Comedy
Action Adventure
Post-Apocalyptic
Cyberpunk
Modern
Science Fiction
Romance
Fairy Tale
Grimdark
Historical
Steampunk
Horror
Mystery
Paranormal
Noir
Comedy
Action Adventure
Post-Apocalyptic
Cyberpunk
The actions of the Protagonist within these stories and their actions in the main storyline will be treated as distinct realities, except in the case of Protagonist death. Protagonists may interact with other Protagonists in either reality, but only with other Protagonists of the same or similar genre. There is no circumstance within which Historical and Modern Protagonists may interact, except...
Q: Except?
A: Scattered across Iwaku are sections called JumpIn Plots. When Protagonists are summoned within the boundaries of these Plots, they may interact with any other Protagonist, regardless of genre.
Q: How often must I post an advancement to my story?
A: The major story arch will be told in chapters. You must post at least one advancement to your story per chapter. This does not have to be in direct sequence; you may skip scenes. However, it must be in chronological order for the sake of everyone following along.
Q: So how exactly do I play? What should my posts look like?
A: You are playing as a Lagomyth, and the overarching storyline is that of you and other Lagomyths traveling to seek answers about the Block, braving the dangers of Lurkers and other perils along the way. As far as this goes, your posts will be like those for any other roleplay.
Your Protagonist, meanwhile, you will use as a secondary character. Their abilities will be limited to the same Storytelling Style as their Lagomyth, but may differ in application (for example, a Dream Weaving Lagomyth who uses incantations to perform hypnotism might have a religious healer for a Protagonist). Within the reality of the overarching storyline, you will use them as an ally that may be summoned. (To Protagonists of conflicting genre, however, they are insubstantial, like ghosts.) You may only summon your Protagonist once per chapter, and once they complete the task for which they were summoned, they will return to their own reality. Choose wisely when to invoke their aid.
As mentioned above, you must also post an update to your individual story once per chapter. These will also be done much like any roleplay post, only your Protagonist will be your character for these posts. (You may include these at the end or beginning of posts to the main storyline, provided that you make them easily distinguishable.) These will be bubble realities that do not affect the main storyline. If you wish, you may collaborate with other players so that your stories converge and cease to be "bubble realities", but only if their Protagonists belong to a compatible genre. Within a Jump-In Plot, the walls between these bubble realities all fall apart, however, and all Protagonists are shoved into a crossover universe where they may interact freely as long as the Lagomyths are within the boundaries of the Plot. Whee!
Q: I'm still not sure I get it. Can you show me?
A: Sure!
Sample Post by Ozzie Chanter said:The Lurker was closing in.
Penumbra hunkered down inside the lip of the Plot Hole, her features shifting and twisting as her muscles tensed. Children's toy blocks rippled up across her back and sank again under the inky surface of her fur; blood welled up behind her eyes, and she blinked it away for fear that the beast would catch the scent. More than fear, though, she was furious that she'd let herself be cornered. She was the one who ought to be inspiring terror, and this situation simply would not do.
It was time to take the field.
Opening her mouth, she spat out a glob of tar-like cruor. It immediately began to sizzle and smoke, and then to grow.
Overhead, the Lurker's nose rose to the wind. A blood-curdling snarl ripped free of its bared fangs.
The thing which Penumbra had coughed up, meanwhile, continued to expand at an alarming rate. It stretched and writhed, swelling up until it was nearly protruding out of the top of the Plot Hole, until all at once a slender, pallid arm burst free of the sac. Blood and amniotic fluid splashed onto the earth as Penumbra's Protagonist crawled free, dripping and wrapped only in a towel. The young girl lifted her head to stare at her Lagomyth, her dark hair clinging to her face and framing the empty socket of her left eye. Her name was Danielle.
But she was only a girl, and a dead one at that.
She was not what Penumbra truly called for.
The tattered sac of pulsating afterbirth was still stirring. Long tendrils of ink-black hair began to coil and twist from within the sac, creeping up like quick-growing vines. Penumbra watched with grim satisfaction as Danielle pressed back against the Plot Hole's walls, the ghost's wasted breath coming in short gasps, as her shadowy counterpart followed her from the purgatory whence she came. Wherever Danielle might go, she could never escape her Umbra.
And neither would the Lurker.
It was morning again, or at least as close to morning as it ever came in the city of Potter's Field. The shadows had withdrawn, but the gloom and desolation remained, not a living soul in sight. Potter's Field wasn't a place for the living; only for ghosts, and the Umbra.
In the stairwell of an apartment building near the city's center, a young girl crept between the flooded beams, dipping her pale toes into the tepid, stale water. She could have gone wading, if she liked; she needn't worry about ruining her clothes, since all she wore was a white terrycloth towel that fell to just above her knobby knees. It was what she'd been wearing when she'd died, and somehow, anything else she tried to put on unraveled at her touch. So the towel stayed. Her hair, though, hung freely down her back, glossy and full even in death. In life, she'd worn it that way to show off; now, she just wanted to hide the gaping hole that had replaced her left eye.
It didn't work very well. And it didn't hide the bloodstains, the ones that wouldn't wash away no matter how hard she scrubbed.
She'd scrubbed hard.
But she tried not to think about that, or how she'd come to Potter's Field. Instead, she tried to fill her days with pleasant things, or as pleasant as could be had in the rundown, rotting city. And she tried not to think about the thing she saw moving between the beams in the night, stretching tendrils out toward her and whispering.
Shaking her head to clear it, she adjusted her towel, tightening it around her thin frame and shivering. It was cold here, lonely. She would brave the streets, for now, if only so that she could have contact with another person for just a little while.
Sample Reply by CosmicWeinerDog said:As the sun set against the horizon, the clatter of rain trickled against the Graveyard of plot holes. Rain that might have once nourished an ever living cycle, the water that fell here only seemed to salt the grounds of the dead. The lifeless soil beneath the glinting moonlight turned and collapsed in upon itself, widening existing holes and birthing new ones. To this tune, it was unsurprising that passage along lands of Iwaku had become so dangerous. From a deep enough hole, it's difficult to determine which way is up.
A stark comparison to the lifeless soil beneath his feet, Magnolia's color was easy to distinguish against the grim dark of the earth. Even among this ashen ground, the budding bloom that shifted from his living form wrought its presence upon the soil. Seeds of which might take lifetimes to cultivate, but a presence of which could not be ignored. As the everliving Lagomyth crested the valley into the cemetery borders, his ears perked to the sound of snarls.
A lurker, preoccupied with its prey circled the border of a plot hole, intent on its victim as saliva dripped from its maw. They had grown more common as of late, but this one in particular was not random in its placement. Quite the contrary, this one was all too focused.
The rain above continued to beat against the malnourished soil as Magnolia cut a path down into the valley. The trails seeded by the budding surface of the lagomyth's hide were fewer and farther between in the mad dash for the Lurker's pray. A rabbit alone against the jaws of a predator was doomed from the start. Against a pair though, perhaps this was different. The everliving rabbit leapt across the battered ground and closed in on the scene as the lurker caught wind of the Lagomorph's presence. A snarl echoed from its jaws as the dark beast snapped in Mags' direction. An act of hunger? One of Desperation? None could say. In the wake of the beast's assault the everliving bore roots into the edge of the hole and cast himself into its depths. As the wind of the decent sped past the lagomorph's hide, a larger bud grew and pulsed against his figure. The flower gave bloom as the roots held against the earth and kept the creature from a collapse into the block. As his body found leverage against the earth, a hand reached out from the pulsing form, red like clay. The mitt took hold of the flower's edges and pushed the bud into bloom with his presence. A tall man, wrought with lines of age across his face that could tell tales all their own. Long blackened hair braided with beads fell against his shoulders accented by two empty sockets of which once held eyes. As the lungs of the construct breathed life once more, the lines of his face remained unaware of the oblivion beneath him. After all, it was among the graveyards of the damned of which the man had chosen his calling. Was there a place more fitting to place once feet in the light of such truths?
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The ruined streets of cast away city stretched beneath the fragments of debris and memory. Perhaps there had been a time where stories and dreams were built upon a base of cobblestones here. If there was, that time had long passed. Zahjha's staff traced the zigzagged stitches of the road as it weaved through the ruin. The low brim of his hat was pointless against the sunless sky. His tattered robe of miss matched fabric and clattering bone shifted against his figure with each step. His mind was oblivious to an ever present concept forged by the makers of this valley. Rage and torment infested these grounds. It seeped into the very air and burned with each breath. It was here that the living were unwelcome, the paths of which forged often falling short in unpleasant demise.
Blind Dog's staff met the bit of wood as a click sounded in his ears, perking them slightly. The worn traveler leaned forward against the weight of his staff and outstretched a hand over the remains of the building before him. Splintered pine and cracked stone lay bare upon the surface of the construct, giving light to the fact that these grounds had been untouched by mortal hands in many an age. Zahjha's hand trailed over the building's marks left by time, taking in the structure's story in the only way he knew how.
It was tune of falling water that his concentration was broken. A drop of liquid against a pool all its own. The tiny sound echoed against the silence of the dead world, a ripple in the void. "Rain?" the wanderer spoke aloud among the ruins of yesteryear, "No… such things would be out of season in such a valley."
His patient voice melded with the lingering echo left from the pool. As the sound of falling water faded, an eerie hue of whispers danced along in the distance. Blind Dog's head shifted to one side as a narrow brow perked above an empty socket. Seeing little in way of options, he did what any decent man might do at the foot of another's home.
He knocked…
Q: What exactly is this Block?
A: The Block is a mysterious illness that has been afflicting Lagomyths throughout Iwaku. Lagomyths who are Blocked become unable to use the powers granted by their Storytelling Style and cannot summon their Protagonists. Not much else is known about it, not even how a Lagomyth catches the disease, but there are next to no accounts of a Lagomyth recovering once they succumb.
Q: But I don't have to worry about that happening to me, right?
A: Er... Of course not! I would never do something like that to my players.
Q: Is there anything else I need to know before filling out my character sheet?
A: Your Lagomyth has an Author, their place of birth in Iwaku. This should represent either you, the player (or if you choose, a previous Mythos persona). This is simply a neat way for you to add a landmark or backstory to your Lagomyth that is a tribute to you!
Q: So am I playing a furry/anthropomorphic character?
A: No. You're playing a rabbit.
Q: Can I be a Smut Lagomyth?
A: No. You're playing a rabbit. :|
Q: I've read through all of the information and am ready to work on my character! What now?
A: After filling out the character sheet below, post it in this thread. Sheets must be approved before you can post in the IC, which I will link here when it's ready.
TITLE: (What are you called?)
STORYTELLING STYLE: (Dream Weaving, Reality Bending, Soul Arts, or Confluence? Choose no more than three abilities for your Lagomyth that fall under your preferred style.)
GENRE: (Choose a genre from the list.)
ILLUSTRATION: (A description as well as a picture is preferred.)
AUTHOR: (Where in Iwaku were you born? Where do you come from?)
PLOT SUMMATION: (Give a summary of your story.)
PROTAGONIST: (Who is your main character? Briefly describe your Protagonist or include a basic character sheet.)
TITLE: PENUMBRA
STORYTELLING STYLE: SOUL ARTS
I Have a Little Shadow - Penumbra's shadow can move independently of her body.
Nightmare LagoMorph - Penumbra is a shapeshifter, able to change forms in order to inspire fear. This ability, however, is fueled by her own fear/adrenaline levels, and is often involuntary.
GENRE: Horror
ILLUSTRATION:
Although her body is prone to unpredictable shifts, Penumbra's standard form is that of a tenebrous (and apparently, long-dead) rabbit, her fur dark and matted. The changes to her body are typically unsettling and grotesque in nature.
AUTHOR: Penumbra hails from Ozryel's Nest, a far-away sacred ground often associated with Horror Lagomyths and those with stories concerning death. She was born with a funeral dirge, a song of bone and blood and mourning. Although a black Lagomyth herself, she is not the Black Lagomyth, but is there some connection?
PLOT SUMMATION: You are dead. For some reason or another, however, you're not quite ready to let go just yet. Something gave you so much reason to hang on to your existence that you've ended up in a purgatory-like plane…
Potter's Field is a shell of a city that once was, as much a ghost as you are. The buildings are old and crumbling, broken and rusted and abandoned.
But not entirely. You aren't the only ghost in town, it seems; others like you have found themselves here, in office buildings and hospitals and schools and apartments, in factories and alleyways and subway tunnels and parks. Some keep to themselves, but others just keep on doing the same things they did in life, going to clubs to socialize or theaters to view damaged film reels (although oddly, the only such to be found are home videos) or simply exploring the ruined cityscape. Each of them, you included, has a particular place that feels like home, a place that may be familiar (the house where you grew up, the hospital room you died in) or just somehow right. The locals call it a Haunt, and it is your only sanctuary against the Umbra.
When a person dies and comes to Potter's Field, an Umbra is born. The Umbra are sinister presences, vaguely possessing human characteristics, but warped beyond recognition. They twist the world around them as they pass by, causing the surrounding room or street to reflect their appearance. At times, you might be taking a familiar route and find yourself in a different place entirely, a place shaped by the Umbra's essence. The Umbra hunts the one responsible for its birth, sometimes aggressively and sometimes with honeyed temptation. When a person is touched by their Umbra, they vanish, effectively killed in death. The true nature of these shadowy beings is uncertain to the denizens of Potter's Field; all they know is that if they want to continue their unlife, they must elude their Umbra.
Although there is no true time in Potter's Field, there is something resembling day and night. "Daytime" can be considered the city's "normal" state, when you find your Haunt a safe haven from the Umbra. At "night", all bets are off. The Umbra become stronger, influencing entire city blocks, and Haunts no longer shut them out. Sometimes, when more than one of the dead congregate in an area, the Umbra's environmental influences will bleed into one another, causing a blending of personal Hells for those involved.
PROTAGONIST: Danielle is a young girl, roughly fourteen years old at the time of her death, who haunts the God's Acre Apartment Complex in Potter's Field. She has long dark hair that does a poor job of hiding her eyeless left socket, and wears a towel, perpetually appearing to be soaked to the bone.
Danielle has no powers of her own, but her Umbra is a malevolent nightmare to be reckoned with. The Long-Haired Belle appears as a beautiful woman in a hoop skirt, her hair snaking and trailing in impossible tendrils.
Medusa's Tresses - The Long-Haired Belle can manipulate her hair like sinister, ever-lengthening fingers, wrapping around objects and taking hold. The strands are as strong as steel wool.
STORYTELLING STYLE: SOUL ARTS
I Have a Little Shadow - Penumbra's shadow can move independently of her body.
Nightmare LagoMorph - Penumbra is a shapeshifter, able to change forms in order to inspire fear. This ability, however, is fueled by her own fear/adrenaline levels, and is often involuntary.
GENRE: Horror
ILLUSTRATION:
Although her body is prone to unpredictable shifts, Penumbra's standard form is that of a tenebrous (and apparently, long-dead) rabbit, her fur dark and matted. The changes to her body are typically unsettling and grotesque in nature.
AUTHOR: Penumbra hails from Ozryel's Nest, a far-away sacred ground often associated with Horror Lagomyths and those with stories concerning death. She was born with a funeral dirge, a song of bone and blood and mourning. Although a black Lagomyth herself, she is not the Black Lagomyth, but is there some connection?
PLOT SUMMATION: You are dead. For some reason or another, however, you're not quite ready to let go just yet. Something gave you so much reason to hang on to your existence that you've ended up in a purgatory-like plane…
Potter's Field is a shell of a city that once was, as much a ghost as you are. The buildings are old and crumbling, broken and rusted and abandoned.
But not entirely. You aren't the only ghost in town, it seems; others like you have found themselves here, in office buildings and hospitals and schools and apartments, in factories and alleyways and subway tunnels and parks. Some keep to themselves, but others just keep on doing the same things they did in life, going to clubs to socialize or theaters to view damaged film reels (although oddly, the only such to be found are home videos) or simply exploring the ruined cityscape. Each of them, you included, has a particular place that feels like home, a place that may be familiar (the house where you grew up, the hospital room you died in) or just somehow right. The locals call it a Haunt, and it is your only sanctuary against the Umbra.
When a person dies and comes to Potter's Field, an Umbra is born. The Umbra are sinister presences, vaguely possessing human characteristics, but warped beyond recognition. They twist the world around them as they pass by, causing the surrounding room or street to reflect their appearance. At times, you might be taking a familiar route and find yourself in a different place entirely, a place shaped by the Umbra's essence. The Umbra hunts the one responsible for its birth, sometimes aggressively and sometimes with honeyed temptation. When a person is touched by their Umbra, they vanish, effectively killed in death. The true nature of these shadowy beings is uncertain to the denizens of Potter's Field; all they know is that if they want to continue their unlife, they must elude their Umbra.
Although there is no true time in Potter's Field, there is something resembling day and night. "Daytime" can be considered the city's "normal" state, when you find your Haunt a safe haven from the Umbra. At "night", all bets are off. The Umbra become stronger, influencing entire city blocks, and Haunts no longer shut them out. Sometimes, when more than one of the dead congregate in an area, the Umbra's environmental influences will bleed into one another, causing a blending of personal Hells for those involved.
PROTAGONIST: Danielle is a young girl, roughly fourteen years old at the time of her death, who haunts the God's Acre Apartment Complex in Potter's Field. She has long dark hair that does a poor job of hiding her eyeless left socket, and wears a towel, perpetually appearing to be soaked to the bone.
Danielle has no powers of her own, but her Umbra is a malevolent nightmare to be reckoned with. The Long-Haired Belle appears as a beautiful woman in a hoop skirt, her hair snaking and trailing in impossible tendrils.
Medusa's Tresses - The Long-Haired Belle can manipulate her hair like sinister, ever-lengthening fingers, wrapping around objects and taking hold. The strands are as strong as steel wool.