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The Soft Winds (Small Town Sci Fi Mystery RP, Looking for Players)

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The Soft Winds (Small Town Sci Fi Mystery RP, Looking for Players)

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The History of Boca Diablo

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1765: A group of settlers have wandered from the colonies, which are nearly in revolt. They wander for nearly a year, making their way through the harsh heat and swamps of Florida, only to find themselves in a meadow. This is where they settled. They begin setting up, sending courier pigeons towards St Augustine to tell of their arrival and to request assistance in setting up. This was the last known message sent from the original settlers. Groups of workmen and, well, more settlers had begun their journey down to the swamps. But when they arrived they found not a soul. Except one, tired looking man. His eyes were dark but he was pale as the moon. This man would be recognized as Doctor Jackson Smith. Smith walked up to the large group, threw down a beaten looking journal, and merely said Boca Diablo. These were the last known words of Smith, as he soon after disappeared into the swamp, never to be seen again. The journal proved to be indecipherable.

1800: Revolution has come and gone, and wealth has come to Boca Diablo. Vacationers from all around the world come to the town for it's unique location. Even more unique are the Native American artifacts found in the swamp. These artifacts depicted fire raining from the skies, and devils erupting from the ground. After enough exploring, the tribe's burial site was found. All recovered corpses were shriveled, and ancient. There was no way to discern the cause of death. This made the location very interesting to archaeologists.

1930: A mysterious hooded man walks into the town. Boca Diablo has lost it's appeal to many, but not to this individual. He claims to have translated the journal, and reveals it to be a holy book. And in this book Boca Diablo is the holy land. So the Church of the Flower is founded, it's name based off the supposed "life flowers" found in the book. This church would soon become Boca Diablo's primary religion

1953: Alien spacecraft is supposedly seen crashing into the swamp. When investigated, crater and mysterious footprints found. Investigation leads nowhere, is soon dropped

April 2nd, 1984: Boca Diablo mayor and city council drop off the face of the Earth.

April 9th, 1984: Power plant officially opens for business, and the strange events begin occurring.

May 1st, 1984: Roleplay begins. Welcome to Boca Diablo.

General Boca Diablo Area (GBDA) Landmarks

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Heaven's River: Area within a mile of the power plant. Due to recent events, people have become more hesitant to go there. Heaven's River is unique due to the fact that seemingly little to no animal life inhabits the area. However, you know you're there when you find yourself surrounded by blue moss. Located to the northeast of the general township.
-Epiphany Crater: Supposed "alien" crash site. The footprints of whatever landed there have not gone away, and seem to be embedded in stone. Everything within 10 meters of the crater was burned terribly.
-Veteran's Memorial: A small set of obelisks inscribed with the names of BD residents who died in the war.
-Smith's Folly: A series of caverns that seemingly lead down for miles. After a certain point, a cave in blocks the pathway down. Only the determined, or flexible, could make it past. Towards the entrance is a small side cavern, containing the remains of the Incognit Tribe.

Cooper Keep: The most rural area of Boca Diablo. It is located on the polar opposite end of town, 1 mile southwest from the general township. Contains 3 farms, and various public services
-Tiria Farm: This farm is the only currently unoccupied. The residents seemingly vanished in the middle of the night, leaving no trace. Was occupied by member of the city council
-Stone Hill: The town graveyard, it has a memorial honoring all those original settlers. Due to the town's size, every deceased individual in the town has been buried there, so it is quite massive

Boca Diablo: Central story setting. Quite an average town.
-Jackson Smith Statue: Located in the middle of town, this statue is one of the single surviving settler: Jackson Smith. Legend has it that on thundering nights, when even moonlight is drowned out, the statue comes to life

http://imgur.com/a/hxeKL
Map I drew up conveying where the landmarks are
(It's pretty shit but conveys the info well enough)

Boca Diablo Terminology

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The Smokestack: Used by many locals, particularly those who are over 50 years of age, to refer to the Power Plant.

TNM: The Nameless Man. See character sheet.

Teary Moss: Used to describe the moss that is quite abundant in the Heaven's River area.

Absentee: Official terminology used to state where the mayor has gone

The Pit, The Folly: Used to describe Smith's Folly.

The Soft Winds (Small Town Sci Fi Mystery RP, Looking for Players)

The Soft Winds

"I am the Alpha and the Omega



The First and the Last



The Beginning and the End"

The Premise

The year is 1984. Apple has aired a commercial during the Super Bowl. The groovy days of the 70s have come and gone. The fear of communism has faded. The Axis Powers are but a memory. But events leave echoes. Echoes of the past. The repercussions of the actions our forefathers took still effect us to this day. And the side effects of the Manhattan Project and subsequently, the hydrogen bomb still control us with fear. You are a resident in a small town. The town's name is Boca Diablo, and it's location is that of the swamplands of Florida. Whether you have just moved into the town, or have lived in it your whole life does not matter. You will be effected by the opening of the government operated Boca Diablo Power Plant, which claims to run off swamp gas. Power prices are down, but the plant's opening has had strange effects...

People have claimed to see alien figures roaming the swamps in the dead of night, searching for something. They bring with them blinding lights and mysterious technologies. Those who encounter these figures are never left the same, screaming gibberish , forever broken by the strange beings they encountered by chance. The known victims include the head of local library, who was performing some wannabee photography when attacked; The owner of the local music store, out on a peaceful stroll; And a family who had gotten lost and stopped to ask for directions, a mistake they would regret for many years. These figures have all been encountered within a mile of the power plant. The area has gained the nickname Heaven's River.

Even more mysterious are the dogs. The amount of pet owners in Boca Diablo has dropped 50% since the opening off the power plant, as dogs have been whisked away from homes to who knows where. Only one eyewitness exists for these dognappings, that being 6 month year old Addy DuWalt. She hasn't been talking, as she doesn't know how to speak. Even more curious is the fact that shipments of abandoned dogs were seen going into the plant before it's opening, leaving little to no need for test subjects.

And finally, the most important mystery is the fact that there appears to be no city government. The sheriff remains, as do those in the lower castes, but all traces of the mayor and city council have vanished. All official releases by the city government have been given by individuals employed at the power plant. Excuse after excuse has come out of the mouths of those remaining, but what has happened to the mayor and the Council? Their families have either gone reclusive or left town entirely. It seems the opening of the power plant may have spelled the doom of Boca Diablo...

OOC Information

Hello, and welcome to the Soft Winds! The Soft Winds is a mystery sci-fi roleplay set in the early to mid 80s, and inspired by Stranger Things. This roleplay primarily serves as slice of life, with heavy mystery elements. You will play as a resident of Boca Diablo, Florida, trying to live their day to day life. You can play as anyone you wish, excluding mayor and city council. Wanna open up a record store? Sure! Wanna be the stoic and tough sheriff? Go right on ahead! Want to be an intern at the mysterious and menacing power plant? Whatever suits your fancy! I will have to set up a few rules, but this rp will have an optional main story, more or less. But don't be surprised if some alien comes knocking at your door asking for the phone. Nobody is safe from the madness.

Rules

Rules:
-Standard RPGuild stuff (Fade to black or PMs when things get adult, etc.)
-Keep drama in the OOC. Nobody wants their character killed because of it
-Send your characters to me via PM for acceptance into the roleplay. DO NOT randomly post in the Characters tab. Thanks.
-Do not harm other's characters without their consent.
-No god mode "Head of Government" Mary Sues. Let's keep it realistic.

Character Sheet

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[color=XXXXX][h2] Name of Character [/h2][/color]

[img] Character Image here. Realistic pictures if possible [/img]

[i]Nicknames:[/i] Any nicknames of your character.

[i]Gender:[/i] You can guess

[i]Age:[/i]How old is your character?

[i]Sexuality:[/i]Does your character like the men, the ladies, or both?

[i]Likes:[/i] What does your character enjoy?

[i]Dislikes:[/i] What DOESN'T your character enjoy?

[i]Personality:[/i]What is your character like?

[i]Biography:[/i]Your characters history and such. 2 paragraphs or more, please.

[i]Other:[/i]Anything I could've missed

~When Royalty Collides~ General Interest Check

Alright. This looks interesting. Guess I should make a character sheet. Consider me joining

Slice of Life Small Town Horror RP

I just finished up Stranger Things, and I've always enjoyed the concept of some horror haunting a rural small town. I figured it'd be a nice idea for a roleplay, but first I wanted to see if anyone was interested.

This roleplay will probably be large group, as we can always use wacky characters that get brutally mauled by a space being. Just kidding there, but the way I see it, the more the merrier.

The roleplay will open up on a small town in the middle of Nowhere, New England, name pending. You can take on any job you want, excluding some roles that can only have one individual working. Be the mayor, the sheriff, a single mom, a scientist at the mysterious lab at the edge of town. The choice is really yours. You choose what you do, but rest assured the lurking Lovecraftian horror shall lurk into your life and destroy you and everything you love! Now this will be my first REAL roleplay to have GMed, so I'm always open to improvements and such. Due to the nature of the roleplay, I don't expect several blocks of intricate text, but no 5 word sentences per post. So it shouldn't be that hard. You don't have to post THAT much, but once every 3 days would suffice. Thank you for your consideration, and please reply to this post if you are interested.If anyone shows interest I'll have the OOC up soon enough. Thanks!

Forget (A WIP Collection of Stuff) - Please comment if you want -

these are really good

WIP Story Collection (Comments and Feedback Welcomed)

Dawn and Dusk

The twilight of Mankind began long ago. The details have been lost. The event to kickstart this end of humanity was a genocide of sorts. In a land once known as India, a nomadic warrior tribe swept down upon a peaceful farming civilization. Their technological advancements were fantastic for the time and place, but their knowledge of weaponry limited. And so they were killed and enslaved, their artifacts destroyed. The nomadic tribe continued on, the ruins of what once was in their wake.

This tribe, these nomads, their battle, it would not effect humanity and their downfall until centuries later. A German. Socially inept, but with the potential to turn his failing country around, creates an ideology around this nomadic tribe. Nazi Germany rises to power, using a twisted version of the nomads to suit their ideals. Their war tactics are ruthless, their genocides devastating. The other world powers of the time knew they had to be stopped, and so began a new race. Between Germany and the Allied powers. Who could harvest the very power of reality, and create the Atomic Bomb.

Nazi Germany fell before the bomb could be used, but their allies stood relentless. So the nation formerly known as the United States of America dropped what some call now "The First Domino" towards the extinction of mankind. New bombs were made, new wars were waged, new dictators rose and fell. And ever since, at the forefront, yet also a lurking threat, stood atomic weaponry. The ability to harvest nature itself and weaponize it should have sounded some alarms at first, but the wars continued. The death toll rose. Yet never again was atomic weaponry used in war. Worse things arose in place.

"The Second Domino" was the rise to power of one Saddam Hussein. Hussein lead the nation of Iraq into war. Mentions of these atrocities, and every atrocity since, has been banned by the Wholesome Media Act of 2019. But the law no longer binds me. After the failure of the Persian-Gulf war, Hussein knew he needed a way to gain leverage over the Allies. Enter Operation Archae. A covert team was sent out without the world knowing to the ruins of the Harappan civilization, so as to perhaps hold the artifacts hostage. What they found was far more menacing. What was found predated the Harappans. It predated humanity. A deep cave system, filled with strange markings. At the very end lie and urn. And on the urn were inscribed instructions on how to construct "The Will of the Heavens". As one may know, the Will of the Heavens is considered the Fifth, and final Domino. The urn was brought back, and research commenced. The project was secretive, and the Iraqi government continued working on it after the fall of Hussein. Politics changed, as did regimes. But the urn stood deep beneath the Earth's crust, guarded by steel doors instead of rock walls.

The Third Domino was, quite simply, the Virus. For those unaware, the Virus is what most refer to as the fall of most political machines in American society. A task force, privately funded by various millionaires, was formed. They constructed a communications network that ran beneath atoms that would never fade.They infiltrated politics, using their insider knowledge and various positions to crumble the machinations that had kept the same select few in power for decades. The fall of this order, known to historians as the Order, led to them waging war on this new America. Their resources in various countries were either killed or joined in. This, the third World War, led to the most recorded civilian deaths in centuries. Subliminal messaging was ordered to be broadcast from every Order controlled machine possible, and through this "subatomic network", telling individuals to join the cause or rebel against their local governments. In the first and only Total War recorded in all of history. Every country was engaged in turmoil, both external and internal. The world population was halved. The only country untouched by the bloodshed was Vatican City. This is still unexplained.

After the Total War, Iraqi government crumbled, as did most governments. The Central Union had been established, but it only covered Europe and some of Asia. Various factions raided Iraqi government buildings, but only one thought to investigate the Ministry of Agriculture. Despite the formidable Central Union forming and dominating, another "government" had formed: The Eyeless. Those hurt in the Total War and uncared for by the Central Union fled to the wastes of the Middle East, which had been nearly completely destroyed by missiles. They enhanced themselves, and became cyborgs. But the creator of the cyborg technology, Maximilian Cur, had been driven insane. He was only a brain inside a robotic suit, and so wished for the elimination of all organic life. And so he implanted secretive coding in his enhancements : "Destroy the naturals","Becomes Gods","You are kings in this world". So, the Eyeless became violent. And when they raided the Department of Agriculture, and found their way down to what would become known as Hell's Eye, they knew what to do. The establishment of the Eyeless has been forever since known as the Fourth Domino.

-Intermission-
Instructions Engraved on Hell's Eye
Translated
What you will need is the universe. All of the world shall be your fuel. Using stone, construct a large obelisk with four spikes out of each side. This will be costly, but worth it. At the base of the obelisk, create a mechanism that is an altar with a rim around it for catching liquids, with hollow stone pipes leading up to the top of the obelisk. At the top of the obelisk, put a stone of the heavens. This must all be constructed at where God's protection ends and the rest begins. Now, take any whole soul and make them intake the contents of the urn. They will become like water, and their soul and the Devil's shall merge and all will be one

Maximilian had the resources, and so he would construct it. But where was the place where God's protection ended? Where else but Antarctica, where the ozone hole had been all but sealed many years before. All that was there now was a small, 2 mile radius of a breach. But the construction commenced nonetheless. After kidnapping none else than the daughter of the president of the Central Union, the sacrifice began. Not much is known about the contents of the urn. What we do know is that the unique chemical reaction that consists of the entirety of the human body, moonstone, and whatever was inside the urn led to the complete evaporation of both the ozone and the Earth's magnetic field. The Fifth Domino had toppled. The planet tore at itself, with little to nothing left.

Humanity never returned, but the Will of the Heavens worked. The chemical in the urn brought life to the land once known as Earth. Creatures beyond your comprehension were brought to life from the primordial ooze of humanity's folly. I am one of them, living off information recorded and secondhand from a subatomic communication network that should have faded but still runs. And now we live, beings of stone, with God's will no longer shielding us. And we know we have the blessings of the heavens,

Please tell me your thoughts

Scarlet Resonance [RWBY x Soul Eater Crossover]

WIP

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In Europe and America there's a growing sense of hysteria / Conditioned to respond to all the threats / In the rhetorical speeches of the Soviets -Sting, Russians

Full Name: Martin Yefremov
Nickname(s): Empty Shell of Regret, Marty
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Birthday && Astrological Sign: March 1st, Pisces
Color: Maroon

Species: Human
Nationality: Russian
Aura Color: Maroon
Soul Appearance: A maroon soul with a single, tired looking eye in the center.

Class: Meister
Meister Abilities: Can see through two way mirrors.
Partner: [Can be filled out later.]

Brief Personality && Biography Description:

Themesong: Close To The Edge
Other: Loves the cold

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