Dark Streets

[Penny]

Dark Streets

The city is all around you, a hungry, embracing darkness, it is an insatiable machine that draws in lives and grinds them to ruin. We dress it up with parks, with developments, with fucking shopping malls, but that dosen't change what it is. Beneath the glitz and glamor, behind the broad defensive walls of the suburbs, beneath the feeble glare of streetlights, the city is a relentless monsotorous beast, gorging itself on a cornucopia of flesh and corruption. And that is just the humans.

Beneath the streets dark forces are at play. Coven's of vampires move through the night, stalking their next victims. Strange fae courts dance to music no mortal can hear, granting gifts to mortals that twist in their hands to destroy their very souls. Dark things from the infernal realm ride behind the eyes of inconspicuous business men and leering insane wizards plunge daggers into the hearts of their sacrificial victims. Worse yet these forces move against each other, grinding mortal and magical alike between their titanic metaphysical mass.

A storm is coming.

If you want to survive the storm, you had best get busy...

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Welcome to my very ill advised attempt to run an Urban Fantasy game. You should be thinking along the lines of the Dresden files, Supernatural, Vampire the Masquerade, with a touch of The Wire and True Detective. This is a Noir Rp, if you ask yourself if you need to be more Noir, then you obviously haven't gone noir enough!

This will be a story about survival against the odds and against powers

Alot of the detail will be workshoped in the RP but the characters will all be members of the extended magical community in a major US city. Magical influences are always clandestine, preferring to pull the strings from the shadows. The cops may be working for vampires, but they probably dont know it. This dosen't mean you have to be a magical creature, you can be a mundane who through skill or training or bad luck is pulled into the underworld and knows the real score. If you are a magical creature you are probably low powered and you are on the outs with your own faction for some reason or another. You also have a way of blending in with the normals, it could be a glamour, it could be a baseball hat.

Some ideas: Wizard, Vampire, Werewolf, Fae, Hunter, Oracle, ect.

I will be accepting four players total. Period. End of story.

You will be expected to provide significant input to the plot and the setting. You will also be expected to have friends, allies and enemies who will be caught in the crossfire. Lone super hero orphans who sprang from the ground fully formed and ready to fight evil need not apply.

[POOHEAD189]

Fantasy? Survival? Danger?

Count me in.

[Hour Error]

I like dark streets, and most of my wardrobe is black.

Which is to say that, I need some more noir in my life.

[Enzayne]

Consider me interested! Noir is the spice of life.

[Rabidporcupine]

Gonna try to steal that fourth spot then, make up a loveable kinda werewolf, maybe something similar but not quite so full of downsides.

[FiroIV]

In terms of range of supernatural entities i'm assuming we're allowed to use from all cultures?

[Penny]

Yes any culture is welcome

[POOHEAD189]

I'm brainstorming on if I should be my Celtic trickster or just go full on human detective.

[Hour Error]

What is a noir story without a troubled detective?

It's a bit conventional, but I'm feeling a recently embraced vampire.

[Enzayne]

I'm toying with a grounded occultist/witch down on their luck

[FiroIV]

How about an already dead femme fatale?

[Rabidporcupine]

Hey guys, wolfman bartender/chef or half demon bartender/chef? Which sounds cooler to you?

[Penny]

I'm going to keep character submission simple

Name:
Character Concept:
Trouble:
Scene:

Example:

Not a real character

Name: Alexandria Flores
Character Concept: Drug dealing wizard
Trouble: My pockets are stuffed with my fathers blood stained money
Scene: A short scene which lets me know who your character is.

Characters will be accepted based on merit, not first come first serve.

[Sophrus]

Casting my interest! I'll work up something soon

[POOHEAD189]

@Rabidporcupine Half Demon like Tiefling or Half Demon like Merlin?

[Rabidporcupine]

@POOHEAD189
Tiefling. May also be the antichrist considering he was born to and raised by a satanic doomsday cult, but he tends to ignore that in favour of being a genuinely decent person.

[Hour Error]

My concept so far (based mostly on a vampire mafia):

Camilla

Camilla is a vampire and former associate of the shadowy Insert Vampire Mafia Name Here.

Embraced little more than a decade ago, Camilla is young for a vampire, but she has adapted quickly to life as a creature of the night. A criminal in her life and unlife, Camilla would still have quite the rap sheet, had her sire not greased the right palms soon after her embrace. Years of intimidation, violence, and crime saw Camilla rise from street corner rat to bonafide enforcer before she ran afoul of her sire.

Branded a traitor and cast out into the cold, Camilla is desperately trying to survive in a hostile city without the protection of her sire or coven. The young vampire knows all to well that it is only a matter of time before old enemies find her and take advantage of her precarious position.

TL;DR: Police Woman turned Vampire Mobster

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As it's Friday though, not sure I'll get much done tonight (must dance, drink, and be merry).

[POOHEAD189]

Since I am somewhat pressed for time, (and I did not get a chance to try him last game) I will be resubmitting Caber, though I reread him and added some edits! Hopefully he is good enough to be accepted :)

Celtic Fae

Name: Caber (his favored name)

Character Concept: Gancanagh (Celtic Fae)

Trouble: Wanted by the Fae court for absconding from a royal marriage to the river daughter. That, and for stealing a glorious jewel from the Sidhe. Also wanted for various petty crimes (thieving and the like) in his human guise, though mostly in Europe. Why limit yourself?

Scene: A clear stream cascading down a rocky decline as the birds sing from above, and the sky opens to reveal a midsummer sun, revealing a vast sea of green, the highlands peaking out as waves. That was all Delilah could conjure in her mind to describe the melody played by the dashing stranger's flute. Once he was done, he opened his eyes and twirled the instrument within his nimble fingers, and the flute was gone as if it had never been. A sleight of hand, surely. "What's your name?" She asked, her pupils enlarged. He took her hand in his, looking positively smug.
The pub residents had all halted their conversations to pay attention to the flute playing, but once he was finished, the conversations rushed back in like a crashing wave of water. Caber took a drink from the generous pint he'd ordered. "Ah, a loaded question, some might say." he said, almost sounding bored. Perhaps not a loaded question to some, but Caber had been known by many names, and had seen many things change in his lifetime. The land he had been born had been called Gaul, by the Romans, and that turned into Gaullia, into Francia, and then France.
"Caber, they call me." He said. "And yours?"
She told him almost too quickly, her eyes caressing his jawline and the waves of his hair, only to follow his hand as he lifted up his mug once more. He was so young! Yet she was utterly attracted. "I love your music," she continued, her finger now idly twirling her hair.
"Can you believe some believed me a God for how I played the flute?"
She took it as a mere boast, giggling at what she perceived as an attempt at humor. He laughed with her as his mind wandered back into that ancient past, when he had ran wild and plagued the forests of old Gaul and Germania, until Caesar and his legions with swords of blasted iron came. The blasted Roman had gotten what he'd deserved at the senate, if only Caber could have been there to see him fall. Caber recalled the consular pursuing him even across the English channel into the British Isles. But ever northward had he traveled, and he found centuries of fun with the picts and the celts of Ireland. That is, until the Norse arrived, quaking with war and seeking vengeance with the power of their Gods of Asgard, using swords of dreaded steel.
With an effort, Caber calmed himself. He had done much better these days with keeping his faerie side from taking over, and once he opened his pools of blue, he found he should enjoy the catch he had made tonight. He drew in closer for a kiss.
"Hey, pal."
A rough voice tried to tear his attention away from the lass, but Caber had decided he would like to continue gazing at her for a moment. The voice spoke again.
"Hey, that's my woman there." The voice held a warning in it.
"Is it?" Caber asked aloud, unconcerned or simply unaware of the danger the interloper promised to present. "You are a lucky man. Tonight, I think she will be mine, however."
A rough, Nordic arm shoved Caber back and knocked over the wine he had been drinking, spilling the delectable contents across the table and shattering the serene mood the fae had placed himself in. Caber turned to the burly man, and the debonair young man suddenly looked feral, his teeth bared and the hair, no fur of his arms on end. What's more, his eyes blazed with the color of burning bronze. The lights began to dim slowly, and with the swiftness of the turning winds, Caber left his chair and had grabbed the man by his shirt collar, the youth's muscles firm like oak. "Do you think your Gods will save you from me?" the fae squealed in devilish delight. With an almost treeish certainly, he shoved the hairy Nord back into the next table, causing it to collapse. No sooner had the man hit the ground did Caber look as he had been, collected and as calm as can be.
The woman Delilah looked confused and torn, as if she needed to be told what to do next like a lost child. Caber smoothed his still-combed hair and cleared his throat, regaining his senses. "Two thousand and eighteen," he breathed, an indecipherable whisper to himself. A moment later, he turned back to Delilah. "My dear, it was lovely to speak to you. But alas, our time has come to an end. Had we met when I was a young one, you would be a Gwragedd Annwn." He clapped thrice, and the lights flickered once more. Those bar patrons that had not been too engrossed in their drink or still eyeing the prone body of the jealous boyfriend, would see the image of a goat-like thing in their retina before the lights turned back on, and the youth was gone.
The fae, now floating out in the nightsky back to his calling stone within the PHI HQ, realized he should speak of none of this to Morgan, or she would bind him to the station itself. That would be utterly dreadful!

[Hour Error]

Go go flute solo.

Wrapping up my CS shortly.