Welcome to a RP where your's truly try and flip things on it's head. Surrealism, Post Apoc and Imagination as one!
What defines a being? Is it his actions: In part yes. Yes it is. Is it his family? His surroundings? His friend. In a way it is. But WHO are you? You are a name. Even if someone never seen you, they might have head of you. And when they recognize your actions they call out your name. They say that forgetting a name is forgetting his actions. So what would happen, if we all forgot? What would happen if a Mother forgot her son name or if a driver forgot where he lived. What if all names in their entirety were gone.
What happens then?
Let me tell you what happens. Chaos happens. Mothers can no longer remember who their children really are and people don't remember where they work, eat or sleep. Their memories become confused and meld together. They are driven insane. And that's what happened to our world. But let me start from the beginning. It turns out that there is a second world. That is the place where we humans give rise to creatures of dreams and nightmares. A place where inspiration is everything and where figments of inspiration are reality. And there, name is the very essence of a bein. If a child once thought up “Evil Straw” as a childhood villain, he exists. And while we thought nothing of it, things began to move.
There was a disaster, a great rift between the worlds opened and the surreal reality of the “Other place” seeped into our own. And humans, in theirr inginuity realised here was a source of power and money. There were diamonds and gold guarded by measly goblins and trolls. And so the darkness of human greed bled into a world driven by human inspiration. On the other hand, here was a hole in the fabric of our world that confirmed every childs worst fear. THEY were real. And so, they came. Creatures of the nightmares of our children. The very definition of evil incarnate. The world was plunged into chaos. And in the midst of this was a lone child. One ignored by the world. One given no name but Loser. He was dying, stabbed by a creature referred to as “The Ripper”. In his dying moment he asked why he had to die.
“Because someone named me The Ripper. And now I Kill. Don't you have a name?”
“No Herr Ripper. They only call me a loser. But if everyone mean because what they are then I wish nobody had a name. So that I am no longer Loser and you are no longer Ripper”
Nobody would expect the world to be torn up by a single boys dying wish. But the world was allready n brink of collapse due to the surrealism of the situation and the rampart power abuse. But now it was all going to come crashing down. Because the boys dying wish unleashed a power on the world that swollowed everything. The Nameless King stepped forth and he removed every name, he killed figments by taking what defined them. And he made men and women forget who they were. Who their families were. In the chaos that ensued, the two worlds fully merged into one. A post apocalyptic landscape defined not by the past but by it's lack of a future. A place where the survivors you were defined by where you lived and what you do. Where you could be named Waste-lander or even Why. Where people in lack of identity cling to whatever they could.
The World that Never Been
Some of us had the ability to retain some sense in this strange new world. They wielded the power of the Name. They brought gods into being by believing in something. They brought us seemingly magical items as their gift let them reshape this strange surreal wasteland alone. SOme of them turned to greed, making small kingdoms for themselves with this power. Other wander around, trying to bring structure a ever changing landscape.
So where does that leave us? Well. Let me tell you.
We are gifted. Each of us carry a power of our own. We might not hold the immense power of these strange wanderers called Namers. But we learned to harness imagination in a different manner and it comes from our Name. Some of us can use words to conjure things while others use their mind to reshape thins in their presence. Some of us are Figment, some human. But most of us are a mix. We are a in between, When figments became real, evolution got smashed out of whack. You had lizard creatures and dragons, you had Elves and Goblins. You had nightmarish, sleek faceless men kidnapping children. Somewhere in this chaos, figments merged with humans or outright bred with them. These half breeds are nw more common then Humans and Figments themselves. Because in this merged world they are the most capable to cope.
Our story starts on board a train. Said train is aptly named the Nowhere Express. Nobody knows where it is really headed. Its ever growing and has become something of a small society on its own. One that's always moving, picking up and leaving people at places otherwise impossible to reach. Every now and then a new train will start running on the same tracks. Nobody is sure if its the same train or not as new people are always on board. But The Conductor is always there. Always greeting you with a smile.
Places and Things of Importance
Nowhere Express: This train is one of the many ways you can traverse the World. But it is by far the most accommodating. The train is seemingly hundreds of wagons long and travels endlessly. Nobody knows where the end station lies. Some people have lived on the train for years, even having raised families while travelling. The Wagons are all the size of small houses, with room and differetnt facilities. Some wagons are downright dangerous.. Having been seemingly forgotten in time and now houses terrors of the Unknown.
Clock fortress: The place where EC comes from. A floating, mechanical fortress that harbors energy lifeforms as well as mechanical beings. Most of the inhabitants serve a purpose for the giant construct to stay afloat.
World building. The world is nothing like we know of it today. You may be part of a tribe who lives in valley filled with clockwork men and mechanical creatures. Or a wanderer who hails from a distant land filled with crates and boxes where each box hold things of the past. We will trough your back stories, your input as players build a ever expanding map of strange and incredible places. So don't be shy, let your imagination run wild.
Creatures that Made it:
THEM/THEY: These are figments who never got a real name but Them or They. They are relentless, emotionless and sometimes mechanical in nature. They harvest men and women alike, They have many shapes and many forms. But their faces usually have the same blank emotionless look.
Dragons; Dragons are common troughout history and it's many myths. Due to the sheer power of their tales. Dragons survived the event. But only barely. Dragons now live spread out the new strange world. They are stone and and minerals now, waiting to be named so that they might once more live
Jacks: These are strange Figments. But Jack of All Trades, and Jack The Ripper and even Lumberjack are all part of a strange group of beings created from the myths and stories of real people they became Figments of fickle nature. They managed to outsmart the nameless King in the old worlds final hour. That allowed them to keep their names. Ripper of course, now more about the source of the event then any other.
Demons: Losing their names, meant these creatures lost most of their power. However, due to the sheer amount of faith and belief in these beastly beings. They have survived as a form. Some Namers have given them names in order
Humans: Very few humans survived without merging. Those that did have a hard time surviving as the air can be toxic to them in places or the fact that water is not always water but something else entirely.
Figments: Aside from the two aforementioned figments there were some that made it. Creatures whom managed to keep at least part of who their were. But most figments were reshaped almost entirely as the dust settled on this new strange world. Most figments are creatures of little proper intelligence. They mae out most of the “wild life” such as slimes and
Inspirations: These are the most common of the Intelligent beings. Inspirations are the name given those human an figments that merged. They often hold small amount of power referred to a gift. Some were given their names by a Namer, others realized their name on their own. This is also what us players will b, Mainly becouse pure figments are mad powerfull usually and because Humans are incredibly rare.
Name: Your name is your everything in this. It's what defines you. Is not normal everyday names. Its more in the terms of “Tank” “Lost” “Puppeteer” “Skysong” etc etc. Your name defines your Gift and your role both.
Appearance: What do you look like, Due to the surreal nature of this new world we have the strangest beings.
Age: Age is relative in this new world. A pure Figment may be newly created but with the wisdom of a 1000 year old man. A human is still a human and does age like one. A half human/figment can stop aging entirely depending on it's name.
Gift: What has your name given you? Can you write words that come to life. Can you reshape that which you hold in your hands trough imagination. Can you talk to powerful creatures and have them join you?
Short back story: Just a snipes of how you came to be. Where you came from. Inspirations don't have anything but sparse memories of their past if they were a merger between human and figment. If you are a offspring then you were born after the Event. In either case you hail from somewhere. This is where the world building comes in.
The characters are for now to be limited to inspirations.
This is Casual, but at least try to get substance in your posts so that the rest of us can work from them. Think long and hard on what you want from the rp-
Got an idea? PM me, lets work that idea into the Setting!
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