Astaroth
[*screaming into the void intensifies*]
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- Posting Speed
- Speed of Light
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- It varies a lot depending on my schedule, unfortunately.
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- 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
A way back in the woods at the edge of town, there lies a derelict and abandoned fairground. The rides are rusted, the pavilions mildewed and dry-rotted, the grounds choked with vines and buried in scattered leaves. They say it went out of business some twenty years ago or more. No one really remembers why, other than a few hushed whispers about faulty equipment and a lawsuit. The gate is chained shut, untouched. Only the bravest living souls in town ever dare venture there, and those who do tell their friends that a chill hangs in the air, an unnatural silence...
Except for three nights of the year, when it's said that the piping sounds of calliope music can be heard, accompanied by raucous laughter, and dancing lights can be glimpsed through the trees.
What no living soul knows is that on these three October nights, the souls of the dead walk the woods. The ghosts and monsters of legend come out to play, and the old fairground is the main attraction... because Baines's Cirque des Mortes is in town, for three nights only. This troop of ghouls and grotesques puts on a hell of a show, and admission only costs you the two coins laid over your eyes (or someone else's).
Ringmaster Verlie, Shadow Summoner Extraordinaire- or Oliver Hadlie, as he was known in life- heads up the show. His tricks and charms mask a sinister mind...
Tsura, the fortune teller, seems to be a living gypsy woman... but she's been working for the carnival as long as anyone can remember...
This year marks the 160th deathday of Leonide Baines. The precocious child of the carnival owner, Leonide has always been kept on a short leash. But tonight, the final night of the carnival before it closes for one more year, the carnival's little darling slips away into the crowd, looking for excitement and someone to cuddle up to in the coffin...
Welcome to the Masque!
WHO: All of Iwaku! Your hosts for the evening will be Ozzie, Diana, and Kitti.
WHAT: A spooky carnival chat RP in the spirit of Halloween!
WHERE: Roleplay Main Lobby
WHEN: 12 PM October 28th to 12 AM October 29th (server time/US Central)
BRING: Your character and your tickets!
RULES OF THE MASQUE
1.) You may play either a member of the carnival itself (performer, someone running a booth, even an attraction), or a guest taking in the show. If you are playing a carnie, you may not play either ringmaster or fortune teller. These roles are already being filled by the hosts.
2.) This is a Masquerade! For those of you who haven't attended previous Masked Chat Balls, this means that you should not tell anyone which character you are playing until the event is over. (Please note that this does not actually mean you should wear a mask in character!)
3.) All characters should be ghosts, goblins, or other things that go bump in the night. While mortals might find their way to the fairgrounds, they are very likely to be picked on or even eaten by most of the carnival-goers, so watch out!
4.) Keep it fun, and don't harass other players. A little action is fine, but if you take it too far you'll get your butt booted out! Remember, this is a carnival. Everyone is here to have fun.
SEE YOU SUNDAY!
