There is a place few have tread, a place unknowable by mortal minds. It is a cold world of eternal night, where galaxies dot the sky like stars, where the thick, choking, humid air alone could drive a person mad. A place where the laws of nature appear inverted and incomprehensible monstrosities roam.
Those who have walked such lands have arrived either through impossible passageways, tunnels that descend deep into the earth, while others have entered this world through the Dreamlands, traversing the limitations of time and space by escaping the confines of the waking world.

Amidst the darkness lies a city in ruin, forgotten by time, rarely acknowledged by the sane minds of man. Within its deepest, darkest corners lie several thrones, each occupied by a different, crowned figure. It is to one of these creatures that you must petition if you ever hope to leave this place, but your success is not assured.

Few who enter this place ever leave, and those who remain do not survive. Many things can be lost in this place. Life. Sanity. Humanity. Those who escape the Immemorial City rarely retain all three.

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This RP is looking for around five people.

This will not be a slice of life. This will not be a school RP. This will be the Bloodborne and Dark Souls of RP.

The purpose of this RP is to flesh out a world I have been building for some time, based on the works of Robert W. Chambers and H.P Lovecraft.

Look around you right now. What do you have on you? Think about what you have on you at work, when you go to sleep, when you go for a drive down the road. If you suddenly found yourself in a place of pitch black, lost in the cold and the dark, how would you fare? This is the situation your characters will find themselves in.

This is an RP focused on survival and character interaction. Confronting an enemy will likely get you killed.

RULES:

- Clearly, no godmodding. There are no gods here.

- Minimum post length of four or five sentences. This includes merely responding to another character.

- No Mary Sues. Even that will not save your character.

- The GM reserves the right to kill your character. The GM reserves the right to change the rules.

- Do not expect a happy ending.

- No supernatural races (Vampires, Werewolves, etc).

- If you want to explore the depths of human sexual depravity, do it in PM's. Firstly, those are the site rules, secondly, I don't have much of a stomach for that.

- Try to use appropriate grammar. Even if you need to edit the post. In which case, provide edit notes.

- If/when you die, new characters are acceptable.

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The means with which you discovered this place can vary. Some have travelled to this place through tunnels, some of which are scarcely large enough to accommodate a man, while others are large enough to navigate by car. Others have found themselves waking under alien skies every moment they close their eyes or whenever they seek a moments rest. Some will find themselves trapped in this place for greater periods of time until they find themselves unable to wake, while other never awoke at all.
How did you come by this place? Through the realm of nightmares? In a misguided experiment with lucid dreaming? Were you chasing what you thought to be some sort of animal that had been terrorizing your neighborhood, following it into the mouth of some cave only to find yourself lost in the purest sense of the word? No matter the method with which you arrived, all those who find themselves in this place always receive the same welcome. The audience of darkness and loneliness, with no other human or earthly presence perceivable by any of your limited, human senses.

The air you breathe is thick, humid and cold yet also thinner somehow. The burdens of the earth have deserted you and you feel lighter with your steps carrying you farther than you are accustomed. There is no moon or sun that you can see, the only light coming from galaxies that dot the sky like stars, occasionally obscured by heavy, black clouds. Around you are sounds unfamiliar to your mortal ears, animalistic yet foreign to you. Where do you find yourself? What do you hear? The only familiar sound is that of rushing water, invisible to your eyes that are incapable of adjusting to such an absence of light. Is it a stream? A lake? A river? Do you dare seek it out?

No matter the choice you make, only one desire holds precedence over all else; Making your way home.

Name: Antonio Esparza
Gender: Male
Age: Twenty-Four

Appearance:

An untidy mop of curly hair partially obscures a somber face. Under that mess lie two bright eyes underscored by prominent sags -- indication of many sleepless nights. Protruding from this face is a long but thin nose, and under that nose is a perpetual frown sometimes used to speak and eat. Such is the face of Antonio Esparza, a 5'10", sunburned pillar of melancholic body language. Despite a fairly athletic build and healthy weight, Antonio manages to somehow look incredibly haggard via a slouching gait and rather ragged clothing. His well-worn work shirt is now more grease stain than white, and his jeans, similarly tarnished, sport several holes of varying sizes.

Occupation: Factory Maintenance Worker

Inventory:

• Penlight
• Small notepad, ink pen
• Wallet, containing $34.42, driver's license, and an expired Wendy's coupon

Background:

The sadness that seemingly defines Antonio Esparza's life began three years ago with the sudden death of his older sister, Mari. A vehicle collision, in which he himself had been the driver. He escaped the accident with a scar on his shoulder; Mari had no such fortune. A guilt-ridden Antonio left the funeral and attempted to drown his sorrow in alcohol. It must have been a cruel joke played by god, then, that he found his attempts foiled by an abnormal tolerance to liquor. Following that, his next course of action was simply attempt to "move on" and hope forgiveness would come in time. That plan didn't work, either. That plan still isn't working.

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I hope I did a good enough job on Appearance; I'm not much good at lengthy descriptions of a single thing.

Ima do my form when I get home

I'll fill out my CS now

Name - Evelyn(Evie) Solak

Gender - Female

Age - 31

Appearance -
Evie is a mix of Turkish and British stock, a combination of dusky yellow-toned skin, olive eyes, and a long mass of dark unruly hair which she keeps pinned back more often than not. She is short, though not markedly different than average, small-boned, and angular. She is made of hard edges and abrupt bends, leaving no room for softness. If not for her height she could have been described as statuesque. Instead loose clothing, like her lab coat, seem to swallow her up, concealing her shape. Everything about Evie is sharp, the cut of her wide set mouth, the steep arch of her large eyebrows, even the almond shaped eyes, which have a piercing quality in the way she turns them on people: thoughtful, curious, absorbed.

Occupation - Archivist

Inventory -
-A lab coat with an assortment of pens in the pocket.
-An archival folder with old black-and-white photos.
-A lanyard with an employee ID.

Brief Character Background -
Evie has lived a quiet life working amid "The Stacks", the expansive archive room in the museum that employs her. There she identifies, tags, sorts, and files all of the various information of her region. She works long hours, steeped in the history of her region. Evie enjoys her solitude, the hours spent by herself cataloguing birth dates and death dates, fading pictures, yellowing documents. And most important recently: Her work keeps her away from her husband, the high school sweetheart that she thought she had loved until a newly transferred archive technician started making Evie question her orientation. Now she knows what she needs to do, what she needs to let go, but she's to afraid to do so. Alone in "The Stacks", among the smells of chemical preservatives and decay, she can for a short while ignore the burgeoning truth.

@Spoo Looks good, accepted.

Name - Yuri Roraik Lynch

Gender - Male

Age - 26

Appearance - Green eyes, short black hair, height 5'10 weight 189 lbs muscular build

Occupation - Doctor, former combat medic

Inventory - lighter, cigarettes, wallet, drivers license, and car keys

Character Background - At the age of eighteen Yuri enlisted in the military to become a combat medic through sweat, tears, and hard work he reached platoon commander. While on active duty him and his Platoon were pinned down under fire in a building by hostile forces, one of the offending forces breached the building. He watched as all of his men died before his eyes as he was captured and kept as a prisoner of war. When the war finally ended he was seen as unfit for duty and discharged. Ever since then he has been working as a doctor.

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@murasaki It's a place that can be reached from the Dreamlands and can be interpreted as Carcosa. It's my understanding that the Dreamlands experienced by man are uniquely attached to earth, while other inhabited worlds have their own Dreamlands that can be reached, with great difficulty, from he terrestrial Dreamlands.

The question then becomes, is this Carcosa? Or the Dreamlands of the world on which Carcosa is found? If the latter is true, then what laws are different from those that govern the terrestrial Dreamlands?

As for time period, it's a contemporary setting of the current date.

@KindledBeast, I was expecting at least one character with military background and was not disappointed! Accepted.

@lenorist, loving the character history! Accepted.

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@murasaki It's my understanding that they're of the Dreamlands. The Dreamlands wasn't something that was created once man started dreaming, rather it's an alternate dimension that is linked to earth with its own unique geography and inhabitants. Each inhabited world is tied to some form of counterpart, at least the way I understood it. Time not only passes at a slower rate in the terrestrial Dreamlands, but the Dreamlands also serve as home to the Great Ones, powerful immortals that make up a pantheon, yet are not true gods and inferior to the Great Old Ones and the Outer Gods, as the Great Ones can be deceived, seduced and even wounded by mortals. To the point where the Great Old Ones and Outer Gods have almost no interest in the Great Ones or the Dreamlands themselves. Because of this, the Great Ones are protected from mortal challenge by the Other Gods.

Either way, I'll probably read over the Dream Cycle tales again just to make sure.

Alright, while we wait for others to get their CS' up, the first IC post is up! @lenorist, feel free to place your CS in the Character thread.

@Hjalti Will do!