Still open! This RP is high casual. Reasonably long posts are mandatory and character sheets must be fleshed out more than bare minimum. Doesn't have to be too crazy, the one for my character is an acceptable level of detail.
Drumming. Drumming. Pata-pat-pat. The sound of the rain pelting his skull was all Joseph could hear. He was in a clearing, surrounded on all sides by thick woods. It was nearing dawn, the sun had yet to reach over the treetops, and everything around him was bathed in shadow. He sat there in the mud, red hair dark with moisture and clinging to his down turned head. Closed lids obscured Joseph's blue-grey eyes, the tears from which were doing nothing to wash away the mask of dried blood that caked his face. His clothing was torn and filthy, and through the rips in his shirt light mail , perforated itself in places, could be seen. His own blood still slowly seeped from multiple wounds, though less than the injuries would allude to. Joseph's blade, a short and slender sword of gleaming, engraved steel was still clutched in his hand. The blade was steaming, and hissed at each drop of rain that had the audacity to land upon it.
All around Joseph, blood was mixing with water and mud. The clearing was stained red where it wasn't cluttered by nearly a hundred massive, hairy corpses in various states of disfigurement. Lycanthropes, humanoid canines with a fierce sense of territory and efficient pack mentality. Prominent among the corpses was a massive lycanthrope, nearly three feet taller than the largest of its kin on display. The front of its body was torn asunder, and the fur burnt to nonexistence to reveal horribly blackened flesh beneath. But mixed among these beasts were five corpses, more difficult to pick out among the carnage, but perhaps the most important —at least to the weeping Joseph. Five humans. Joseph's friends and companions. Their stationary forms lay broken, their blood seeping out to mix with that of the terrible creatures around them. Even in death, they still held their weapons and the piles of lycanthrope bodies were deepest around where they had fallen. They had fought and died like the warriors they were, never surrendering, rending the flesh from the bones of their enemies until the very last breath. They had died as they had lived; as Slayers.
Eventually the rain stopped. The sun and its warmth broke the tops of the trees and the clearing was bathed in light. Instead of hope, the light only brought the death of the battle into greater focus. Joseph absently heard voices filter in from the woods beyond. His body involuntarily rose from where he had sat, reopening some wounds and allowing a fresh cascade of blood to pour over his flesh. He expected more battle; almost wished for it. He wanted nothing more at that moment than to bring his blade to bear, to have it sing as he let loose the boiling rage that set his insides aflame. Joseph was prepared to fight and die like his comrades had earlier that night. He didn't get what he wanted. Instead, six human forms broke the treeline. They were battered and bruised, but whole, and when they saw Joseph, standing before them like a blood soaked angel of death, they momentarily faltered. But Joseph recognized them as his brothers and sisters in arms. As the largest among them rushed towards Joseph, he gave in to his pain and rage and fatigue and fell limply into the arms of the man.
Welcome to Slayers, a modern set fantasy game involving an organization of warriors devoted to defending the world against creatures that lurk behind humanity's curtain of unknowing. You will play a mostly ordinary human being, completely unaware of the supernatural underworld. That is, until you suddenly find a note, where none had been before, with a single yes or no question written upon it, Is the world worth protecting? Those who answer no will forget the odd note immediately, and it will vanish from where it was. However, those who answer yes will be treated to a blinding flash of white in their eyes and be instantly transported to an unfamiliar place, full of people just as confounded as they. It is here that they will be tested to determine those who are destined to become Slayers.
1. Be respectful to everyone. Keep criticisms and suggestions polite.
2. Keep the in character PG-13, whatever you do in PMs is your own business.
3. No godmodding, no one is that much better than anyone else here, save if you happen to have a particular skill.
4. You are human. No exceptions. If you want that to change, it can happen in character, at the right time, if you play it believably.
5. Do not list any martial arts in the Skills section of your bio. Put it in History. Just remember that you aren't Batman.
6. Have fun.
Personality: (Just general)
Skills: (Anything your character does particularly well)
Pick An Element: (This will be relevant eventually. Water, Air, Earth, Fire or a combination of two)
Name: Joseph Gilcrease
Personality: Though he was once a jovial, good-spirited kind of person, Joseph has of late been overly critical and ill tempered, prone to burst of anger.
Appearance: Joseph stands at a pretty average height of 5'11", but his frame is completely covered in lean, efficient muscle of the kind one only gets through constant activity. He wears his red hair in a long fashion, just long enough to tie back, which he does often when training. His eyes are a cold blue-grey, and though once they were kind eyes, they are more often hard and judgmental these days. Scar tissue is a common theme on much of his skin, the result of countless wounds that sealed with abnormal speed. When not in battle dress, Joseph mostly wears a variety of athletic gear due to his busy training schedule. In full armor, Joseph prefers lightness over absolute protection and dons little more than light mail over padded clothing, and a pair of grieves that don't restrict his footwork too much.
Skills: Joseph is very well versed in supernatural Lore, more so than the average Slayer. He is also incredibly light on his feet, easily able to outclass stronger opponents with agility alone.
History: Joseph was recruited by the Slayer Corps three years ago, and never looked back since. He was one of the top recruits in his group, and was a welcomed addition to his old unit Charlie Group. Together, they completed nearly a hundred missions with no losses, and over time became inseparable friends. When his five friends were killed in an ambush when providing back-up to Alpha Group, Joseph was found, barely alive, and returned to headquarters for emergency treatment. Although he pulled through, he has never been the same, and harbors great resentment towards the events of that day. Now, he is in a sort of holding status, mainly for decompression after the losses he suffered. As such he is stuck at headquarters, on reserve to train the new recruits until he is deemed ready to resume work on the field.
Pick An Element: Fire