[OOC] The "Real" World

[Solekii]

Introduction

What? Are you talking to me? Oh, um, don't worry, I'm nothing. I don't even exist. What? No. Er... okay, so maybe I do exist, it's just... you shouldn't see me. Do you really? Wow, I-I thought I was stuck here! You can really-- Oh no... no, that means you're stuck too. Did you happen to meet up with a man with deer antlers who's constantly surrounded by ravens? No? Uh... okay, forget about that, it's not important. Look, I don't know how you can see me, I don't belong to your world anymore. And, well, yeah, there's more of us but.... I don't know how you got here. Or how to get back. Or... much of anything. I just... I think I made her mad. No, no, I made my parents mad, see they used to--

Sorry. I'm rambling. Alright, I'll calm down.

Here's what I know. We're all stuck here in this world, but sometimes we get sent back, for whatever reason, just for brief intervals. It makes me uneasy, but whenever we go back to the 'real world'. most of us just sleep... We can't sleep here. Oh, we've tried, but it just... doesn't happen. Too much to think about, too much to worry about and... well, we just can't. Anyway, I think we're being tested. When we do go to the real world, it's always the same place. I mean, different rooms but I think we always go to the same building. I tried staying awake once to get to the door, try to see where we were, but it was locked. I think someone was watching, someone... observing us? I don't know. I can't tell.

When we go back to the other world, it's always filled with tests. And sometimes that raven-guy shows up. He never says anything, but I feel like I know him.... like I've seen him in the real world, which is why I asked if-- Oh, nevermind. I know you haven't. Maybe I'm just crazy. Maybe it's all a dream. I don't know.

Anyway, the tests. Right. Well, basically, we have to fight things, or get through mazes or voices from the sky tell us where to go, what to do... sometimes. Yeah, I'm probably crazy. I've just... been here a while. It's getting to me, I won't lie.

Oh, and sometimes... sometimes we wake up and there's someone missing, but they'll come back to us later and have no idea what happened. Like, one of the group will just... disappear, only to return hours later with no memory of what happened. Sometimes they seem... different afterwards. Like my friend Zaiden, who used to be a lot bolder, a lot more... I don't know. Now he's just... quiet and... and... different. I don't know how to describe it. If you knew him before, you'd definitely notice a difference. He still insists nothing changed. I don't know what's happening to us. I don't know why we're being tested. But there is one thing... everyone chosen wanted escape. Suicide-risks, writers, 'tortured artists', what have you. People who don't like reality. People who wanted out. Maybe... maybe it's our own fault. Or maybe we're dead. Don't ask me, I don't have the answers, alright? I wasn't even here first, Zaiden was but he won't tell me anything anymore and it's really frustrating.

Oh, me? Right. My name's Dwyer... it's kind of a dumb name, I know. It makes me think of 'drier', then I think of hair driers. Anyway, welcome to... um, well I'm not really sure what this place is. The only other sapient creatures here are the deer people. Like the raven guy, people with antlers and they tend to like animals. We've only talked to them a few times... sometimes they're friendly, sometimes not. I think it has to do with how we approach. Maybe there's a method to it? Maybe they get spooked easily? Again, I'm not sure. I guess we have time to find out, seeing as we're stuck here for gods-know-how-long. Oh? How long have I been here? Um... two years? Something like-

Sorry! Sorry, I didn't mean to freak you out. I'm sorry. Maybe we'll get out soon. Hey, you never know. Besides... didn't you say you wanted an adventure? We all did. I guess our wish was granted.

The World

Well, it's like Alice in Wonderland or something out here. Everything is so strange... I mean, I guess it's normal for me now after two years and all... but still, there's always something to surprise you. Something dark, usually. You should also know that most of the plants that aren't blue or green are probably poisonous. As is pretty much everything with spots on it. I ate this purple flower once and Zaiden had to make this really elaborate cure for me so I'd stop choking on my own tongue. It wasn't fun. So yeah, don't eat the purple flowers... or anything not blue or green. Please remember that.

Anyway, the world is mostly forests and rivers and lakes and oceans. The oceans are deep purple... most of the water is. Don't worry, it's fine to drink. Well, not the ocean water but you know what I mean. There's a lot of strange animals here and most of them are dangerous. Save for the ones without teeth.... though maybe they can gum poison on you or something, I don't really know... Just stay away. The ravens will mob you like gigantic crows, the wolves will gang up on you and they are huge here. Like big, evil Cerberusis (Cerberuses? Cerberis?) from hell. Oh and never go near the snakes.... basically, don't touch anything unless I say it's fine... actually I'm pretty impulsive so maybe you should ask Zaiden first... I tend to get in trouble a lot... sorry about that.

Anyway, the sky's purple, as is the water, the sun's kinda yellow/green, the moon's pale blue, some birds have four wings and everything canine is huge. Seriously huge. No keeping stray puppies, alright? Learned that one the hard way.... You don't want pets that'll try and eat you, alright? Not fun.

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Basic Idea

Alright, so the idea is basically, your character is stuck in a strange world. They woke up there, probably after a fight with someone, getting close to death, attempting suicide, trying to escape, after a vivid dream, anything reality-bending. They meet up with Dwyer and the rest of the group, where he informs them of what he knows... which isn't much. Sometimes they might wake up in the 'real' world, in a strange dark room with what seems like people all around them, examining them, sometimes touching them or simply observing, writing things down, etc. And every now and then, they might see remnants of the 'real' world in the other world, like a person who doesn't see them, or a building that shouldn't be there, though they can't actually touch these things, they'd pass right through, and they usually disappear when they get too close anyway. In the other world, they seem to be going through tests and trials. As in, they might receive clues in the form of voices speaking to them from the sky like gods, telling them to go somewhere or build something or fight something, punishing them with sickness or lightening storms or whatever if they don't.

Occasionally, someone from the group might go missing (if you want this to happen to your character, ask me and I'll tell you what'll happen to them), coming back... different. Sometimes exhausted or bruised, battered, even missing a finger or a chunk of skin or something. Other times they might seem fine on the outside but are internally different, as in their minds have been warped somehow.

There's also the man with the ravens and we'll get to him later. Basically, he just watches for now.

The deer people are also more like a tribe, they are usually timid, but seemingly intelligent with their own language, though the group should't know how to communicate with them yet.

Another thing, they can't sleep in this world. They don't usually get tired enough to need it, but being physically or mentally exhausted can take a toll and thus, whenever they wake up in the real world, they feel an overwhelming need to sleep.

Alright, that's enough for now, if you have any questions, feel free to ask... I know it can be a little confusing. If you're interested, let me know!

Oh, and this world is also very strange, think 'through the rabbit hole' strange, though much darker with quite a lot of sinister little creatures, as well as people getting dark ideas, wondering if they could be killed/kill in this world, as no one's died yet, only been injured. Feel free to play with how your characters take this situation.

I will also be needing a co-GM so this doesn't die. They will need to be active.

Rules

1) No OOC arguing. I give no warnings. You will die.
2) Try not to make more than three characters maximum.
3) Swearing is fine, just don't go overboard.
4) Post as often as you can but try not to flood. If you haven't posted in over a week and haven't warned us about it OOC, your character will be killed off.
5) No god-modding or powerplay without permission.
6) Give your characters flaws. I will not accept mary sues.
7) Write "Is it real?" at the top of your post if you have read the rules.
8) Enjoy. :)

Character Sheet

Name:

Age:

Gender/Sex:

Sexuality:

Hair Colour:

Eye Colour:

Height:

General Appearance:

Personality:

Likes/Dislikes (Name 3 of each):

History: (Can leave blank if you'd like to reveal it gradually, but I would like to know a very general outline, or a hint)

My Characters

~Coming soon~

[FrozenEcstasy]

Gabriel

Name: Gabriel Laughly

Age: Eighteen

Gender: Male

Sexuality:
Are we really going to talk about this? Ugh, fine. I'm demisexual, it's like being asexual, but not really. I don't like sex, at all, it's gross... But, if I love someone enough... I'm pretty sure it will be poetically perfect in it's imperfections. (If you know what I mean, of course you don't.)

Hair Colour: Auburn

Eye Colour: Dark Green with a Yellow ring. (Even my eyes rhyme, bitch.)

General Appearance:
This is just one of those things I hate and love about myself. I'm a scrawny little guy without any muscle and a little chub on my tiny frame, you know, like when it looks like a skinny guy just kinda melted in the tummy area and it looks squishy but at the same time anorexic? Yeah... Heh. It's sorta a sore subject for me, I wanna be all tight and smooth, ya know? Not all muscley and hard though, that's not comfortable to cuddle.

I take pride in my hair though, your typical emo cut, hanging in my left eye cause the right side of my head is cut shorter to give me a more disheveled but downright sexy look... No it doesn't look like what you're thinking, when I say cut shorter on one side I mean it slants, not this Tetris shit.

I like neutral colors, and red. I always have red on me somewhere. It's the color of love and passion, anger and blood, things that seem to tie in with who I am. I like my red and grey striped hoodie-shirt. It's thin so I can wear it in the summer, I wear an extra layer over it in the colder times. I also like to wear pants that are near to falling off my hips... No I don't wear it like those gangbangers, I keep a belt on. But if I ever wanna be attractive I just gotta loosen the belt a bit... Just because I'm practically asexual doesn't mean I don't like aesthetics, okay?

Shoes are a burden, I don't wear them unless I have too, but when I do, they're converse or some crazy off brand with red trimming. I like being barefoot more though, I like feeling stuff under my feet, just as long as it's not sharp and ouchy bleedy.

I'm sorta pale skinned, virtually hairless at the moment. (No-Nos work wonders for us body-hair-haters...) I almost have a grayish tint to my skin and it makes me sorta unearthly looking... But mysterious and attractive.
I'm also a shorty, I don't clear 5'5".

Honestly I think I'm an ugly fuckling (no I didn't use the wrong word), people tell me otherwise but I don't see it. One or two people have made me feel handsome and beautiful before, but they went away...

Personality:
Hi. My name is Gabe, excuse me while I don't talk to you because I don't know you yet.
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Still there? Fine.

I'm one tough cookie, I surround myself with bad vibes and snarky remarks, sharp-tongued insults, solitude, melancholy, etc. But underneath all that? I'm a poor blushing sap looking for love in what seems like a loveless world. I don't like putting myself out there though it's easy to get hurt that way.

I'm always looking to find someone I can open up to, and when I find someone I think might accept me I tend to open up before thinking about the repercussions. I try, I really do, buts it's so hard to find someone who can protect me like I need to be protected. Not physically mind you, I could whoop ass by myself. Rather emotionally, I'm easily broken and very fragile. It's why I put up walls and a hard exterior, it's my personal motto nowadays "If you can't handle me at my worst, you don't deserve me at my best."

I'm also an audiophile, music is my life. I feel it run through my veins like the God I know watches out for me somewhere out there. Every single note, melody, rhythm, it makes me feel alive in a way nothing else does (unless you're the one person who can have my insides spilled on you and you still love me for all I'm worth. In case you are that person... drop what your doing and fucking kiss me till I die from asphyxiation.)

The only other thing about me that is close to pertinent, is the fact that I do believe in God. The Christian God more than likely, but I don't know really. I'm kinda just floating in this place we called life, not knowing who I am or what I'm supposed to do. But I sure as hell know someone, or something, made me for a purpose, and it will live my life loving that entity and telling them everything. I just wish they'd tell me who they were.

If you catch me alone, I might be dancing my heart in worship of this love I feel for my maker. (Or that perfect lover I'm looking for)

History: WIP

I'm back bitches,

[ErsatzEmperor]

Brodie (Is it real?)

Name: Malcolm Brodie

Age: Twenty-six

Gender: Male

Sex: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual / sapiosexual

Hair Colour: Blonde

Eye Colour: Blue-gray

Height: 1.76 metres

General Appearance:
Malcolm is not, at first glance, a particularly odd specimen to behold; he is not unsightly but not regarded with awe either. Just plain, and a little dishevelled. His eyes are suspended in greying sockets, a few rings hanging underneath his tortoise shell glasses, and pale skin covers the rest of him, flecked with small freckles. These continue down his face and neck. Long, blonde hair reaches down his back, stopping loose and unmanaged at the end of his shoulder-blades. Split ends end off the locks. A small, circular dent blemishes his slightly wrinkled forehead, a little blood still caked underneath. The shape comes in a couple of hair-widths. He wears a short, scraggly beard and his chapped lips hide a slightly crooked smile.

A man rarely concerning himself with exercise, sport or indeed any great feats of physical activity, it is a wonder that the man has virtually no body fat. His ribs and collar bone protrude against his skin and his hands are boney. His fingernails, for the most part, tend to be clean, with paint sitting in their harder to reach corners.

His outfit consists of (or consisted of, more accurately) a tight, brilliant white vest top and black skinny jeans - both items carrying some dust and detritus - and a large, over-hanging steel blue cardigan. The final item was homemade and knitted with large blocky patterns. The sleeves carry down to his knuckles, also carrying a lot of dried and flaky paint. A pair of weathered, brown hobnail boots protect his feet.

Personality:
Brodie is best described as withdrawn. Living a moderate form of hermitage, when he does venture out from his apartment he converses with fewer words than needed, often muddled by his shyness. This is not to say that he is unintelligent, or even emotionally distant. Quite the opposite, infact. He simply finds the simple act of conversation a tad tedious. He however, up until recently, held substantial and meaningful relationships (platonic and otherwise) showing at least a capability.

In the privacy of his own home, however, he comes into his own. A poet, a reader, a painter and a dreamer, the man has many outlets for whatever he has building up. Many unprofitable outlets.

Brodie is an agnostic, mostly due to his lack of feeling towards societies like religions and partly because he doesn't care what goes on once he off and pops. A part of him hopes that he would simply fade away, his life-force extinguishing at his final breath. No eternity. God forbid.

While holding up a humorous façade with trusted acquaintances, Brodie is not a happy man. In the days leading up to the start of the roleplay he had been especially low.

Likes:
• Painting (and the viewing and admiring of others paintings),
• The clarity that comes with silence,
• Slow, alternative music,
• Language,
• Not much else, to his knowledge

Dislikes:
• People,
• Politics,
• Meat (and animal cruelty in general),
• The state of popular music,
• The Carpenters,
• Salespeople,
• Conflict or discourse,
• Slow dancing,
• War,
• Ties / suits,
• His family,
• Anything else that can sufficiently rile him up

History:
There's not much to tell. Growing up in Glasgow, Scotland, he was a creative child. This carried through into his adulthood. He moved to Plymouth in the south of England to pursue his studies at the age of eighteen (taking fine art) and emerged a few years later, as employable as he had been upon entry and just as strapped for cash. Taking on small jobs to make ends meet, his next few years were peppered with both happiness and sadness. The feelings culminated near the end of April, this year, as he attempted to bore a hole through his temples with a power drill. There are a number of details missing from this account; these details may be added to as interactions with others gleam them from him. Suffice to say, he survived and ended up embroiled in this mess.

Edit: Pretty terrible, in all fairness. It should do though.

[Solekii]

Both accepted!

[ErsatzEmperor]

Solekii said
Both accepted!

Great. Really excited for this one.

[Sweet Plum]

Oh my! This looks like fun! As I was reading this, I was developing my ideal character for this! Going to post really soon! :)

[Sweet Plum]

Sophia Rachel Rates

Is it real?

Name: “Ummm, why do you need to know? Seriously! I am NOT looking to make any frie—fine fine, if YOU insist. It’s Sophia Rachel Rates.”

Age: “I'm in my early 20's.”

Gender/Sex: “Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. ME? Do you NOT see the boobs on my chest? Did Sophia not give away my sexual orientation?”

Sexuality: “Does it matter? Not like I will ever marry anyone. You can’t trust anyone, anymore.”

Hair Colour: “Dirty Blonde…” (Very Curly, bouncy, and thick)

Eye Colour: “Don’t flatter yourself, green.”

Height: “Short… that’s all you need to know.”

General Appearance: Sophia’s general appearance isn’t like the rest. Scars covering her body from the horrifying past her father gave her, the bones sticking through her body because she was called from her mother“fat”, and the messy make-up/hair-do due to all the crying from the pain she suffers from on a daily basis. Loose fitting clothing and fair skin.

Personality: Sophia may act like a strong, bitchy women, however.. deep down, she is a scared, lonely gal. She has struggles with herself, but she can take a beating (not physical) like a pro. Very smart and but very hard on herself. She does not trust most and has a hard time connecting with other people, or making interpersonal relationships.

Likes/Dislikes (Name 3 of each):

Likes:
1. Journal Writing
2. Music – mostly ambient music
3. Animals – Comfort, and something she can connect with!
4. Nature – Hiking, natural trails, exploring new areas, learning about the enivorment
5. Children
6. Ocean
7. Owls

Dislikes:
1. Interpersonal Relationships (mainly with men)
2. Dishonest people
3. Bullying
4. Verbal Fighting (will avoid this as much as possible. Even shutting down emotionally)
5. Groups
6. Darkness
7. Bats (or anything close looking to them)

History: Writing in Progress

[Solekii]

Accepted!

[Sweet Plum]

Solekii said
Accepted!

Oh awesome! :) I cannot wait to get this started!

[GamerScribe]

Is it real?

Chance

Name: "Hm? It's Chance. Ethan Chance Hawkins, if you were asking about the whole thing; though I just go by Chance, so it shouldn't matter. You know thinking about it you really should be introducing yourself first if you're going to ask someone their name."

Age: "I'm 24 as of last March."

Gender/Sex: "When I checked this morning I was packing male equipment, but you're welcome to take a gander yourself if you'd like. Heh."

Sexuality: "Well now, this is getting a tad personal... I guess if you really want to know; I've got no idea. I'm fairly open as far as things go. I'll make out with just about anyone who I happen to find attractive, but as far as sex goes I've found that men don't quite do it for me. Not to say I don't find them appealing outside of the bedroom."

Hair Colour: "It's right there on my head, can't you... Nevermind. It's black, fairly dark, though it tends to lighten a bit in the summer."

Eye Colour: "I've heard them described as deep pools of still water filled with emeralds and reflecting beauty and radiance back to all those who gaze upon them. Though to be fair that girl was a poetry major... and kind of drunk. On my driver's liscense it just says Green."

Height: "..You're asking because I'm short, right? Look; 5'9" is a perfectly respectable height. Even if you have to look down on me literally it doesn't give you a right to do so metaphorically."

General Appearance: "Huh. I've never really been asked to describe myself before. I suppose I'm moderately attractive; my youthful features, small stature, and winning smile tend to make people think I'm 'adorable' and therefore approachable.

My hair is naturally curly and as is readily noticeable I let it out enough to cover my ears, and at times fall into my eyes. The ears bit is because it helps hide my headphones at work, the eyes is because I lost my sunglasses and don't feel like buying new ones when genetics have provided me a perfect eye awning.

As for my body... Well; obviously I'm no bodybuilder, but I'm fairly strong; I do a lot of jogging and my job has me lifting and moving boxes and books all the time so you could say I'm properly fit.

And of course if we're talking about how I look we have to bring up my clothes... Button-up shirt, black shoes, navy pants, dress-vest. It's a bit prim and proper, sure; but I look good in it, and more importantly it's part of the uniform at my job and it's cheaper to just buy extras of it and have them at the ready than try to vary up my style. Repetitive but classy, that's me."

Personality: "Charming, sassy, and... if I'm being truthful... a bit manipulative. But hey at least I'm honest enough to own up to that last bit. You'd get much the same answer from most of the people I know as well.

I'm small, youthful, and a bit hyper but it doesn't mean I'm childish. In the words of my saint of a mother; "Hawkins boys; cute as a button, and smart as a whip." I use my appearance to my advantage, letting people dote on me and often convincing them to give me things I want... Food, drinks, phone numbers now and then. Life is good all in all."

...

"Not buying it, eh? Can't blame you. I mean, it's not wrong to say I'm all those things; I certainly have been in the past, but recently I suppose I've been a bit secluded. A bit quiet. My brother... my twin... he got Cancer. Bit of a kick in the heart, that. Haven't been to visit much; scared. My brother is dying and I can't face it. It's not because I'm worried for him, I wish I was brave enough that that was the issue here, but it's actually because it'll be too much like watching myself dying. Heh. Guess I should add self-absorbed, and thanatophobic to the description.

They both certainly fit.

The end of every one of my relationships so far has been the fact that I always wind up trying to make everything about myself and don't pay enough attention to the one I'm with.

And as for the whole fear of death thing. Well; I get nauseous just thinking about it. Death... The End. I really hope there's some kind of afterlife out there, because if it all just stops... that's my worst nightmare.

I'm a Deist. Fancy term for someone who believes in God. In my case; I believe specifically in the judeo-christian god. Or at least, I want to; but it's tough. I consider myself Deist and not Christian because I don't go in for the whole organized religion thing. Most people at churches just... believe, and I can't. I want to. I REALLY want to believe that there's a Heaven out there I'll go to when I die. Honestly; I'd probably even be okay with there being a Hell, and the possibility of ending up in it. But just ceasing to be?

I've actually... I've been seeing a therapist lately because of it. Been having panic attacks because I can't stop thinking about it. What with my brother and all. They've got me on some sleep aids, because I kept having nightmares where I die and... I... I can't..."

Likes/Dislikes (Name 3 of each):

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"Mm? Oh.. more questions? Right... Okay.

Uh; I like high fantasy novels, the passion at the beginning of a relationship, and birds. Used to have a Cockatiel named Maddie, but she... she...

M.. Moving on. I can't stand greasy foods, bullies, or the mistreatment of books. That last one especially gets to me; my uncle has run a bookstore in the city for as long as I can remember, and since I was young he's taught my brother and I that books should be given as much respect as people, because they hold within them all the most important parts of humanity: Thoughts, dreams, and ideals. This especially took root last year when I started working with him."

History: (Work in Progress)

[Solekii]

Accepted!

[Sweet Plum]

How many characters are you looking for in this RP?

[Solekii]

I was thinking 5 to 6. Not including me.

[Sweet Plum]

Solekii said
I was thinking 5 to 6. Not including me.

Ok. Sounds reasonable! :)

[Sweet Plum]

I have a question. I am working on the background story of my character. Does it have to explain how she got to the other world, or is that going to be in the IC thread?

[Solekii]

None of them know how yet so you can leave that out.

[Sweet Plum]

Ok. I have a idea how I wanted her to get there, but wasn't sure how it was going to be incorporated.

[Solekii]

You could PM me and see if it works.

[Solekii]

You could PM me and see if it works.

[ErsatzEmperor]

How are we doing starting-wise, Solekii?