Anvil

Abandon All Hope: An Old-fashioned Dungeon Crawl.

Yeah, Ive had my eye on it, and I'm just trying to find some character inspiration. I've been watching the other applicants, and I'm trying to make something that doesn't encroach on what anybody else is doing. Once I have something, I'll write it up and post it ;)

Abandon All Hope: An Old-fashioned Dungeon Crawl.

Yeah, I think that seems like a fair minimum/maximum. And as for the character, I'll be drawing some ideas together tonight ready to write up something tomorrow.

Abandon All Hope: An Old-fashioned Dungeon Crawl.

About to start work on my character, but I thought I'd ask a little more about the setting; specifically, the non-hell part. Is there a specific time period, or pantheon of Gods I should have in mind before I get started?

The Golden Tree Hotel

Also interested and working on a character.

Edit: Character sheet has been PM'd

The Mundane [Small-Town Teenage Superheroes]

Amongst running through character concepts and remembering that formatted character sheets are a thing, it might be a little while before I'm ready to post an app. I'll see what I can do though.

Abandon All Hope: An Old-fashioned Dungeon Crawl.

Looks great. Very interested

The Mundane [Small-Town Teenage Superheroes]

Well looking for an RP after a few months out of practise, and this seems like a fun one. Interested :D

Bioshock rp?

Could work... In fact, I'm quite intrigued... I would have to do a bit more research on the setting and maybe play through the second game, but this does seem like an interesting idea :)

The Walking Dead: The Journey North [Chapter I]

(Sorry, double post)

The Walking Dead: The Journey North [Chapter I]

Earl took a few steps back from the door in the confusion. He looked around wildly and heard the bullet smash through the glass window. The bullet hit him in the back on the right hand side and blood sprayed out across his hands. He stared at it for a few seconds and watched as the droplets of blood slip down his arms and dripped of his elbows.

He stumbled forward and fell onto his left knee. He felt cold. This was it. He didn't feel sad. He had lived a life before all this and he remembered it well. He felt sorry for the younger ones. To him, this was just one chapter in the book of his life but to them it was much more than that.

He searched his mind for a reason to fight it, but none came. He gave in, fell to the ground and rolled onto his back...