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For @WhoswhoIsItYou? @The Codexian Writer @Rulefiji @SolarTheDude @Agent Facultas @Jacquese Walker @SpectralHunter0x0 @Lepracaun @AminaxMarvelxMythology @Bentleybj @Color Fixer Argalia @NineSix96 @TheNerdEternal1 @N0nartsy @Yagworm and @XavtheB (More people may be added later)
Keywords/Rules:
Use “ for character speaking
Use * for character action
Use ‘ or / for character thought
Use < for character sign language
Use [ for character texting/messages/writing
Use ( for speaking out of the RP
Do not spam responses. 1 response at a time.
Do not go off on your own and do things separate from the Plot unless permission is granted.
Do not manipulate, severely injure or kill any OCs without permission. When attacking/in Fights, always give the other person's OC a chance to block, counter and/or dodge.
Do not start fighting and/or big Drama while I'm not present. Discussion between OCs can be allowed at certain times, but otherwise the RP will be on pause when I'm gone.
Here’s your RP starter:
It’s currently 4:15 AM on October 28th, 2007. Reports of suspiciously grotesque scenes within the Raoul Wallenberg Forest have been stirring around the city of Bronx, New York for an hour now. As you all either find yourself awake and/or unable to sleep, the implied situation may become too intriguing to ignore. How do you plan to investigate this?
(Edited by KableHell779)
For @Color Fixer Argalia @Yagworm @XavtheB @TheNerdEternal1 @Mr. Saggo Ramer @Faust's Faust @Leona The 7th @Jacquese Walker @DjalliLind @Urisbrak @Realhhhk6 @Agent Facultas @N0nartsy @MaikoLen @Omni-Absolute Jon @The Codexian Writer @Staticmissed @Ulle brammerloo @AminaxMarvelxMythology @Superhuman8 @Awsomeboi19 @Rulefiji @Bentleybj @Rebelthunder956 @Overlord 427 @IamADoor @Glacieo @LardWad420 @ActiveOffline @Qabalistic Wanderer @WhoswhoIsItYou? @NineSix96 @RuneDK06726 @Master Kali @SpectralHunter0x0 @SolarTheDude @Mister Cerberustar @TortugaVeloz and anyone else who wants to join.
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The five boroughs of New York City have all experienced some type of Supernatural appearance. But what happens when the city of Bronx encounters a mysterious entity with roots that lead to them being of Demonic royalty? What is to possibly ensue is all up to the lucky roll of the dice.
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Teasers:
Sign-Up Rules:
Note that this RP takes place in the past; specifically in the year of 2007. And while you don’t need to edit any previous Sheets to fully fit, it’s still necessary to keep this in mind throughout the RP.
The max amount of OCs per person is 2. However, should your OC(s) be killed within the RP, you are allowed to use another OC to replace them so you can still participate.
Due to the fact that this RP is important to the lore of a certain OC of mine, I ask that all OCs submitted are ones that actually fit the series. That means that random OCs edited into the Character Sheet may not be acceptable.
Any non-OP Species are allowed. That means that True, Alpha/Omega/Omnicron, Primordial, Cosmic, Ascendend, Transcendent and Ascendend Transcendent-based Species are all banned.
While I am allowing Villain Protagonists in this RP, they cannot be evil 24/7, cannot be extremely inhumane, disturbing and/or outright immoral and must at least have some amount of morality/humanity/decency. If this is seen either in a Character Sheet or within the RP, then I will ban you permanently from both this RP as well as all of my RPs as I do not tolerate such behavior.
No OP Powers. That includes anything Omni, Meta, Absolute, Ultimate, Nigh, any Reality Abilities, any OP Adaptative Abilities and/or any Abilities that have to do with Fiction.
Weaknesses are required and must be at least 4 in terms of minimum amount. They must be both Self-Weaknesses (Fears, Disabilities, etc) and Power Weaknesses alongside not being overly basic.
Here are the Rules for Grands, Tekcs and Tag Combos. Please follow them thoroughly:
Your OC(s) must be posted in this Sign-Up. Do not link them to another Post. However, Google Docs are acceptable.
Appearances for all OCs must be Pictures and must be Character Art. No IRL photos are allowed.
Please follow these Rules and the Character Sheet. Do not leave anything blank either, especially important sections such as Weaknesses, Species, etc. Know that I also have the right to ask you to change something or outright deny you. So if I do, don’t argue with me as it’ll most likely be the bigger reason why I won’t accept you.
And as always; Backstories, Grands, Tekcs and Tag Combos are all optional.
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Character Sheet:
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Extra Info:
(Edited by KableHell779)
Fenrir (Norse Mythologies)
Cerberus (Greek Mythologies)
31 Votes in Poll
3:15 AM
Raoul Wallenberg Forest; Bronx, New York
October 28th, 2007
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“Δεν νιώθω πια τα χέρια μου..”
It had been around 4 hours since I made it into this brutal situation and I had started to feel the side effects of the coldness around me. My bloody hands now grew a scabbed black as I found myself unable to move my fingers. Pain intensified my shivering body tenfold as I remained at the edge of the river, my eyes now barely open.
“Γάμα, νιώθω τόσο αδύναμος.” I slightly whined out under my breath, falling right back onto my knees as I gagged up a mixture of dried and fresh blood. “Κανείς δεν είναι τριγύρω. Είμαι ολομόναχος. Θα πεθάνω μόνος μου. τελείωσε για μένα..”
I knew that I’m completely unable to go any farther than I already am. My howl had became useless and laid on deaf ears. My body was closer to giving up on me again and there’s nowhere I could warm back up at. It’s over for me. I know it is.
“Θέλω απλώς να γυρίσω σπίτι, ακόμα κι αν είναι Υπερηφάνεια Δαχτυλίδι.” I begged aloud, tears filling my eyes and I managed to hold my head in my hands. “Τι έκανα για να το αξίζω αυτό? Τι έκανα για να δικαιολογήσω μια τιμωρία χειρότερη από την εκτέλεση? Ή..ήταν εξορία?”
Before I could fully break down, I suddenly caught a scent. A scent of blood. Unique blood. Blood that made my mouth water as I faced the direction of the scent.
‘A meal..?’ I immediately thought and forced myself to stand back up, a subtle growl rattling my throat. With zero hesitation, I limped through the river and towards the location of the scent, drool and blood dripping down my chin. ‘Please be a meal. Please be a meal. I need a meal. I need it. I. NEED. IT..’
•••
Translations from Devil’s Tongue:
“I can't feel my hands anymore..”
“F—k, I feel so weak. Nobody's around. I'm all alone. I'm going to die alone. It's over for me..”
“I just want to go back home..even if it's the Pride Ring. What did I do to deserve this? What did I do to warrant a punishment worse than execution? Or..was it exile?”
1:13 AM
Raoul Wallenberg Forest; Bronx, New York
October 28th, 2007
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By the grace-yet-absolute-f—kery of Satan, I found myself waking up. I had to blink several times to understand my surroundings again, immediately noticing the stains of blood left behind by me bleeding out. Physically, I felt weak. Vulnerable. And I hate being vulnerable.
‘So this is the punishment worse than death.’ I thought. ‘By Lucifer in the stone, this gonna be a pain in the a—..’
I managed to force myself to sit up and cross my legs, my breathing faint and raspy. I looked around more and faced the river that stood right next to me, my eyes slightly twitching.
‘And to think I made it alive on my 26th birthday..’ I slightly joked within my mind, barely able to let out a chuckle. ‘Someone must be having a crush on me from up above..’
Although what I had just thought about was a slight joke, I secretly had a feeling that I was purposely not going to Purgatory anytime soon. But why? Why keep me alive when I did what I did? Would Heaven be in on this? Hell? Or was it just a simple accident? A mere chance of luck and survivability from whatever God or Goddess graced me with it? For now, though, it’ll remain unanswered.
I managed to force myself to stand up, feeling slight tingles and numbness all over my body. I found myself barely able to walk as I limped towards the river, staring up at the sky and noticing the blood moon.
“Θα πεθάνω αν δεν βρω ένα ασφαλές μέρος να κρυφτώ και να γιατρευτώ..” I managed to whisper under my breath, sighing. “Ίσως αν κάνω έναν αρκετά δυνατό ήχο, θα μπορούσα να μυρίσω τις απαντήσεις οποιουδήποτε τον ακούει και να τους εντοπίσω. Με αυτόν τον τρόπο, έχουν ένα μέρος για να μείνω..ίσως.”
After taking multiple deep breaths, I suddenly let out an extremely loud howl, tilting my head upwards in order to make sure it was loud enough to be heard and unmuted. I eventually stopped, taking even more deep breaths and coughing up more blood alongside gagging on it.
‘Hopefully someone heard it.’ I thought, looking around again. ‘If I don’t find help or a safe place soon..I’m going to become more than vulnerable around here..’
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Translations from Devil’s Tongue;
“I'm going to die if I don't find a safe place to hide and heal at..”
“Maybe if I make a loud enough sound, I could smell the responses of whoever hears it and track them down. That way, they have a place for me to stay at..maybe.”
(Edited by KableHell779)
11:08 PM
Raoul Wallenberg Forest; Bronx, New York
October 27th, 2007
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TW/CW:
Self-Degradation/Self-Deprecation
(Technical) Implications of Self-Mutilation/NSSI (Nonsuicidal Self-Injury)
Excessive Blood
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‘You did it, Lupus..you f—king did it.’
That was my very first thought when I finally crawled out of the massive crack and onto white ground, my legs buckling from exhaustion and causing me to fall onto my knees. The thick crimson from my own body gushed out and onto the soft surface underneath me, the scent of it tightening the invisible chokehold I had been feeling for hours now. Shivers then started to shock my entire being, the sensation of the cold air unsettling to experience.
‘The f—k is happening?’ I asked myself within my mind, unable to speak while I was gagging up blood and saliva. ‘Nobody told you the Mortal Realm was this cold! Even the Sloth Ring’s temperature is better than this bulls—t..’
My attempts to stand up were a pathetic failure as I slipped right back onto my hands and knees. Growling loudly, I gripped my horns tightly, my breathing rattling and gurgling as I gagged even louder, my blood practically firing out of my mouth and running down my throat and neck.
‘Do you really deserve your horns?’ I suddenly thought, my mind starting to think again. ‘Look what you did. You don’t deserve them. You don’t deserved s—t. Nobody deserves s—t from you.’
My hands tighten their grip on my horns as I began to tug on them, causing me to growl in pain. I kept tugging, however..and then..it happened..
I ripped my horns clean off. Both of them. Even more blood began to flow down my face as I let out a loud scream of agony, my own nervous system practically punishing myself by shocking my head with intense pain. Gurgled whimpers escaped my mouth as I looked down at my horns, starting to panic.
‘Look what you did, you f—king [REDACTED]!’ I yelled at myself, starting to both growl and whimper. My thoughts were battling each other about what I had just done to myself, preventing me from properly handling the situation. So instead, I tossed my horns far away from me and managed to get onto all fours before bolting forwards, trying to find a safe place where I could regenerate while also leaving behind a scarlet trail.
‘Now you’re leaving a trail behind so people can stalk you! Cadmean, you’re a f—king idiot.’ My mind snarled at me as I kept running, trying to keep myself concise as more and more blood came out from my wounds. ‘No wonder why you were hanged..’
Eventually, however, I couldn’t make it any farther. I fell back onto the ground right next to a river, starting to bleed out. My vision began to black in and out, my surroundings fuzzing and my ears ringing loudly. As I accepted my potential fate, I stared at my bloody hands and had one last thought.
‘You deserve this. Don’t fight it. Let. It. Happen.’
177 Votes in Poll
For @DjalliLind @CodeX13579 @Xavtheking @MaikoLen and @Yagworm (More people will be added later)
•Use “ for character speaking
•Use * for character action
•Use ‘ or / for character thought
•Use < for character sign language
•Use ( for speaking out of the RP
Here’s your RP starter:
You’re all in Hell. Hellhounds and Hellcats are battling it out. But you’ve recently heard the news of a Hellhound-Hellcat Hybrid...will this stop the war?
(Edited by KableHell779)
Hellcats and Hellhounds have been against each other for years. Their rivalry against each other began with the death of the Hellhound alpha. Can you stop this war? Or will you be in the middle of it?
Sign-Up Rules:
•Your character can ONLY BE A HELLHOUND OR A HELLCAT! NOTHING ELSE!
•Your character can have any Powers/Abilities THAT ARE ONLY RELATED TO HELL/THE UNDERWORLD/ANYTHING EVIL AND AS LONG AS THEY’RE NOT OP, OMNI, META, ULTIMATE, ABSOLUTE, TRANSCENDENT, ASCENDED, ECT!
•DO NOT DO IMMORTALITY, AMMORTALITY, INVULNERABILITY OR ANY OTHER POWERS IN THAT CATEGORY!
•WEAKNESSES ARE REQUIRED FOR ALL CHARACTERS! IT MUST BE MORE THAN ONE!
•NO MEME OCS! PUT EFFORT INTO YOUR CHARACTER! ANY MEME OCS AND/OR TROLL OCS WILL BE DENIED IMMEDIATELY!
•FOR YOUR APPEARANCE, YOU CAN ONLY HAVE A HUMAN APPEARANCE AND A HELLHOUND/HELLCAT APPEARANCE OR ONLY A HELLCAT APPEARANCE! NO FULL HUMAN APPEARANCE IS ALLOWED!
•ALL NEW RP PARTICIPANTS WILL BE CHECKED THOROUGHLY! IF WE FIND THAT YOU’RE RACIST, ANTI-LGBTQ OR ANYTHING ELSE THAT ISN’T ACCEPTABLE, WE WILL DENY YOU IMMEDIATELY AND BAN YOU FROM PARTICIPATING IN ANY OF OUR RPS!
Character Sheet:
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Age:
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Extra Info:
(Edited by KableHell779)