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Wicked Wings: An Interest Check

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Wicked Wings

"On wicked wings, Her angels descend as ill omen and reap of the garden that is Paradise Failed."

Zenith 15:4

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Long ago, the Universe was given to God in a box. In conflict and jealousy, the Misbegotten Son rent the parcel from God's grasp and struck her down in a fell motion. As it tumbled with her, the Universe opened and spewed out into a new branch of Creation's grand construct. The Misbegotten Son went with it, being pulled into a thin dust that filled the Universe with the finest mist of Hate. As life coalesced, it reformed with His hate and jealousy. His desire to take and conquer echoed across the primordia, forming the very first life the Universe would ever know.

Welcome to Wicked Wings!

Thanks, but what is Wicked Wings?

You, potentially

Glad you asked. In Wicked Wings, you'll play as a character who is implanted with a device harboring a creature from another dimension; essentially a demon. Through a great deal of lore-specific shenanigans, the device in question allows the user to manifest their new familiar's powers (generally) into a form recognizable to just about all of us, even if it has a different name in the setting: Mecha.
Essentially, we're going for a mashup of what I think makes the genre fun: Evangelion meets Madoka Magica meets Hellsing.
I intend for this to be a bit more involved than a normal casual roleplay. Character coherency is important to me, and I am a thorough planner when it comes to worldbuilding, so please expect to be engaged with frequently for input on all fronts.

Now, I won't lie to you, prospective Roleplayer; I have a metric ton of lore for this setting. I'd like you to be interested enough to be curious, but I also don't want to force you into a history class over what you're doing, so I'll just go over a brief TLDR of what you need to know as far as I'm concerned.

• You're expected to play a humanoid character. While this doesn't mean you can't get weird with it, you can assume you'll be playing a mostly relatable kind of creature. If it has furry ears and a tail, that's your prerogative. I only ask that you keep it relatively relatable to what we know as a human.
• You'll be a practitioner of magic in one form or another. These implants aren't useful to people who can't use magic, and we'll be going off the assumption that you've been a part of whatever cult we come up with for quite a while.
• The Cult/Coven/Group that our characters are a part of is up for group discussion. There's any number of groups who could be using this technology, so making a new one that follows our chosen aesthetic isn't any trouble.
• That said, I have plenty of thoughts as the creator of the setting. But I want you guys to be involved, so we'll be making a lot of group decisions to ensure that everyone feels like its OUR version of things.

With that said, I think this is a sufficient tester. If you don't mind my awful rambling mind and the premise of magical demon mecha sounds interesting, feel free to drop me a line however you're comfortable. Once I have a group of four, I'll make a Discord Server and a post here as well for us to begin discussions. If you as a reader have any more specific questions that you're unclear on or interested in knowing, also feel free to contact me however you please!

UPDATE:Link to the Discord, feel free to join once confirmed here!

Bloody Days: The Adjudicator Saga

Markus Tyler Burelli

_{Face Claim: David Gandy}

Bloody Days: The Adjudicator Saga

@Concept Hello and welcome! Feel free to discuss anything going forward here or in our DMs as you prefer. As for now, let me know if the first IC post is good or if there's anything you want me to change. Otherwise, enjoy and I look forward to your reply post!

Bloody Days: The Adjudicator Saga

Act One: A Tenuous Order

November eleventh, nineteen-eighteen: The day the world's innocence died. One-hundred and five years ago, mankind chose a different path and traded their morality away at wholesale prices. The corporatizing and legitimization of criminal enterprise gave way to a bustling capitalistic world that we observers would recognize only as a bizarre parody of our own. Governments operate at the whim of the Underworld, governors and senators openly side in internecine warfare on behalf of the true governing bodies of the world. The Grand Syndicates of the world sit perched upon towers built of greed and corpses and openly flaunt their wealth and power in their capitals for those privileged or deranged enough to see.
In the old days, ideals were something a person could strive for still; and in that last shred of innocent hope an organization was born that would be responsible for delicately policing the New World Order. Outer Element: A clandestine institution made up of members from all walks of life and all corners of the globe dedicated to one last shining ideal. In the name of "Fair Play", Outer Element's various branches handle conflict between the Grand Syndicates and their Franchises as a necessity to ensure that money continues to flow into all the right places.

This is the story of two agents in this Machiavellian world, and the lengths they must go through to defend the tenuous order of their day and age. Welcome to the Bloody Days.

Markus itched at the bridge of his nose, still feeling the sting of the cut from when that moron busted his nose open. He felt around on the broken knuckles beneath his glove, and after a moment of wincing in pain trying to find any hope that they weren't broken, he tilted his head back and took a deep breath. Why anyone would pick a fight with him in a convenience store of all places, he didn't know. Maybe it was the rushing around, or maybe the guy had some sort of chip on his shoulder, but the fifty dollar offer to cut him in line didn't parse out the way Markus had hoped. He had to throw some weight in there. They weren't allowed to flash badges so close to the target, but some phony credentials should've done just fine.
He wasn't sure why he expected anything else. Civvies this far north almost never had anything to lose, and they figured the same about anyone else around. Fair. It was a fair fight, and at this point in his life that mattered a lot more to Markus than the busted nose or broken knuckles. Whoever he was, the yokel was a bruiser for sure. It made him think about his time in the service and the strange things they'd do for entertainment. Not even the Pits or Fun Runs, just the dumb things like getting drunk and punching one another until you couldn't anymore. No bets, no cash, just pure boredom in a parking lot full of oil tankers. His mind wandered, imagining if they did that sort of stuff around here; just a bottle of shine and a dirt ground campsite with a stone ringed fire, sounded like the perfect environment for a punch up to him.

Markus wrapped the slightly broken hand up into his rifle's sling, cinching it tight and wincing again as he felt everything align in a way that he could at least get purchase on the foregrip. He preferred .308, and didn't want the unruly machine hopping too high up to the point where he lost his grip. Hot steam rose up from his mouthless balaclava covered face, the cold October morning air hovering just above freezing. He could feel his heart slowing back down as he adjusted to the pain, the warm blood circulating slower and slower until it stabilized, and he couldn't wait for the adrenaline of work to overpower what he was currently feeling.
He always wondered if he'd be able to change a magazine in situations like this, but once you were dodging bullets, it was secondary. The only trouble was the lull, but he hoped the half an oxy he slammed down his gullet a few minutes ago would be kicking in soon just to make it all a bit more bearable. Until then, it was constant awareness of discomfort. But he wasn't a loud bellyacher. In his world, you were a man if you sucked everything bothering you up into a little black hole.
"It's your devil to dance with!"
He could still hear his Father's voice in his head. Old fuck...

It was a short hike up into the woods of upstate New York, maybe twenty minutes from a rest stop on the side of Interstate 87, when the trees had finally given up the secret of lights and sound in the distance. The complex was, by the schematics they'd been given, a set of three tack-up warehouses surrounded by a triple high, barb wired fence. Looking up at it, he laughed at the audacity of keeping a fence so fucking tall. What was the point? The squirrels still got in, you'd deter a bear with the single height, and if it wasn't electrified, then the pair of baby bolt cutters strapped to his pack would make a short order door. Was it just to say he had a big fence?
"I don't get it..." Markus whispered, back pressed against a tree.
The humor in his voice was audible, even through the whisper.
"Its like a cock measuring contest with these clowns. Everyone's got a fucking thirty foot fence these days, like it helps."
His eyes continued to pass along the upper sections of the fencing for small black orbs; the security camera system that may or may not have had thermal capabilities. The briefing hadn't been a hundred percent clear, but nothing in the OE was crystal clear so that wasn't new. Besides, nobody was worse informed than the Landguard. They just had all the guns, so running into things blindly was easy. That was a big difference he'd had to get used to when he signed on for OE, as the usage of intel was generally almost non-existent. You showed up, you reacted, and if you were lucky you could bounce out at the end of the day.

"What do you think, partner? You seeing any cameras?" Markus asked, finally looking toward his new partner crouched behind a neighboring tree.
In the early dawn light, they were working on very limited vision as the trees blocked out the sunlight that slowly crept up the horizon. He hadn't thought to bring a helmet or any sort of assisted vision goggles, figuring the walk was going to take them long enough that the sun would be out. It was a bit embarrassing to be in such a state on the first job, but he figured he'd play it off as best he could.

Disparate Ideas for Expansion

@Double @Letter Bee I'll be putting up a more fleshed out feeler for Wicked Wings into the Casual Interest Check sometime soon!

Tyrant Shell: The Answer of Rain (An Armored Core Inspired Mechapunk)

I would love to test the waters and see how things go, as I have more or less been consumed by Armored Core over the last few weeks. Would anyone interested just join the Discord link posted? Or will we be waiting for a separate post?

Disparate Ideas for Expansion

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Thanks; note that I don't like 1x1 RPs much, though, and prefer Group RPs.

@Letter Bee

Sounds great to me, then Wicked Wings may be the best idea. We will wait to see if there are others interested!

Disparate Ideas for Expansion

@Letter Bee That's great to hear. I'd love to talk about what sort of variation you'd like to see and how much of the groundwork you'd like to set between us. I'm more than happy to sort of put out whatever ideas I initially had for the settings, or go back into them completely blind with just the base context in mind. I'll put a new, more detailed post depending on what I see people more interested in overall.

Disparate Ideas for Expansion

Good Morning!

Hello individuals of all variety! I hope you're doing well and are ready to read through some different situations and scenarios I'm looking to get into.

To get logistics and similar things out of the way: My availability could be anytime among the 24 hour clock. I can't predict it, and you'll probably not be able to either. With all ideas, the main thing I'd like to do is pre-plan and get ourselves situated in a strong creative position so that we're satisfied with the direction we'll be going in. Through that process, I hope to get to know you a bit more so we can both come to a better collaborative understanding with one another.
I've tagged this with the Anime/Manga genre tag to make the kind of aesthetic I'm going for clear: Unless stated otherwise, we're reaching for anime levels of high power. Equally threatening end goals hopefully balance this sort of ideal out, but I'd very much love to sit and work out what we both want out of our time together.
Similarly, this has been tagged as 1x1 AND small group. I'll specify if I feel an idea only fits into one or the other, but like anything I'm sure I can be convinced to change my mind. (It doesn't take much.)

That being said, all ideas presented are subject to change based on our whims. If you like the base idea and want to run with it, that's totally fine and I do have plenty of ideas to GM with. But, I would love for us to participate equally or at least have a strong back and forth about the decisions we're making in regard to the story we're going for.

With that out of the way, on to what you may actually care about:

Happenings in Holybath

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We'll start with the least anime/power fantasy ideal that is probably most suited for group enjoyment. You've probably read this prompt before, so I'll keep it brief.
Small Town North-Western USA: A local resort town plays home to a secret that the locals are keen on keeping isolated from the larger world. Are you one of the Keepers who attempt to maintain the status quo as it has been for years? Or are you a curious stranger who has reasons to blow the whistle on the entire town?

This is a cult investigation roleplay that I actually do have a lot set up for. Plenty of characters and a town already fleshed out for you to explore and investigate, or to politic and thrive among. Group play is welcomed, and you don't really need to come equipped with a lot of ideas. Just bring your curiosity and be willing to work with others should you desire a more group-play atmosphere.

Wicked Wings

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This is half of an old idea and half of my current obsession with Armored Core and Mech Warrior coming together for a strong desire to write magical mecha. The premise would ideally follow along the idea of a militaristic coven of Witches and Warlocks dedicated to a God of Machines. This is purely meant to be a fun action/SoL roleplay where we have room to either travel the galaxy's conflicts and amass wealth for the coven or get wrapped up in something bigger and more important than intended.
I have a lot of ideas for this too since it's been tumbling around actively in my skull for a month or more. It doesn't have to be Mecha either; I think it'd be fun to follow any of the coven's different functioning branches from boots on the ground to commanding officers on the ships.

Little Gods in the Vastness

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I like the idea of the Universe being so big that "God" can't possibly cover all of its own creation. This would hopefully be a spin on the classic hero's journey; a fragment of God slowly but surely returning to the place it came from. Coming across all manner of threat and trouble, helping or hurting based on its own belief and desire until eventually meeting its maker in a very literal way. I've got no real lore for this that isn't part of my own personal canon, but I figured it would be a good shell to advertise for since it is a fun idea.

This would be what I consider as 1x1 only, as if you're interested in this I'd like for it to feel like the world centers around you: In a way it does. The divine energy of a fragment means its difficult for a secondary character to ever shine without having that exact same light, but we can't have anyone outshining you.

Bloody Days

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Last but not least, I love action movies and modern assassin flicks where the main characters cleave bloody swathes through dozens and dozens of henchmen, whatever formula usually ending in a climactic and personal combat sequence between the protag and antag until the hero comes out on top. But, why does the main character always have some sort of superior moral ground? Do you have to have some sort of greater morality to connect with a character who otherwise would be like any other murderer?

I'll leave it up to you to decide that. All I really want out of this is cool action and a fun setting. Whether we stick to something like John Wick with a more modernist aesthetic or move into Equilibrium or Aeon Flux territory in a gritty cyberpunk style future is totally up in the air for us to figure out in collaboration.

I hope that one of these caught your eye. I'm willing to provide a writing sample to all who are interested so that you can confirm my proficiency; just ask for it. Otherwise, again I hope you're having a wonderful time and are feeling well. I hope to hear from interested parties soon.

Hello Hi Hey

Thank you very much. Not sure if I want to put an interest article out or look around to see if there's anything I'm more interested in.