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STATUS: All that remains is pure, unfiltered madness. 1 yr ago
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In Redesigned RP Guild UI → 2 yrs ago Forum: Off-Topic Discussion
Here's one similar enough to the base colour palette suited towards my monitor, one can always make edits if they desire. I'll be making edits and changes in the future, but this CSS gives me hemmerhoids




For those of you not looking to make edits but still want one that fits your screen, here you go:




In Gods, Angels, Demons in New Haven Definitive HD Mix Edition → 2 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
That's why Robyn needs the help of Divinity to find it.
In Gods, Angels, Demons in New Haven Definitive HD Mix Edition → 2 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
To find directions to the nearest McDonald's.
In Gods, Angels, Demons in New Haven Definitive HD Mix Edition → 2 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
<Snipped quote by CamiCat>

Puns are going to get you fired in Montag Detectives LLC


You can't get rid of me, I'm like a plague. I'll always be there to pun.
In Gods, Angels, Demons in New Haven Definitive HD Mix Edition → 2 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
The guy that got totally totalled definitely didn't see that coming.
In Gods, Angels, Demons in New Haven Definitive HD Mix Edition → 2 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay


Robyn would look from Abigail to Jane upon her entrance, offering a smile towards the eccentric lady, finding difficulty reading her body language from all of the excitement clearly overwhelming her senses. "Careful not to pass out, love." She'd smirk at Jane, a nice change from the regular gruff and depressing folks she had to work with while training, like a breath of fresh air in this toxic city.

Her attention would then turn to Calthal as his hearty laugh fills the desolate warehouse, She didn't have much to say to or about that man, but as she looked in his eyes, the man who looked back had seen many horrors and been through trial after trial, ending up here, a fitting place for someone so experienced, or traumatised, Robyn couldn't tell through his brighter character.

Montag had made an unimposing impression on the young detective, he looked stiff, on guard almost, who wouldn't in a room full of people trained to catch the worst of the worst. Of course, despite that, he managed to catch the rookie's attention long enough for her to raise a brow at his 'order' towards the group, if their paper before them didn't have enough information to satisfy the detective, everyone in the room knew that now.

"I had hoped you read that information already, Mister Montag!" With a chuckle Robyn was about to stand to appease the man's orders, only for Abigail to have other plans in mind, seemingly changing Montag's order without a second thought. Robyn wasn't about to protest the change, it only made the ordeal that much easier for the three of them. Robyn was preparing herself to answer, this time hoping to get a few more words in and end her turn.

But of course another person enters, this one far more rugged than the last, a cold air about her that seemed to linger wherever she went. "Fuckin' hell there's a lot of you. Did you all come in a clown car or something?" The rookie chirps as she's interrupted one last time, or so she would hope it's the last time. Her eyes; however, remain fixed upon the immense amount of alcohol the new arrival had unearthed. If she could hold her alcohol as well as hide it, Robyn knew she'd get along with her.

"Hell couldn't be worse than this city." Robyn would add as her eyes scan the papers in front of her. Details of criminals mutilated by... Something, she could tell with a glance that no normal animal could do this and certainly no human. Marie seeming to echo that sentiment as she finishes her thought. "Careful before you end up like these guys." Robyn would chirp as she watches Marie almost fall off her chair.

"Is this all the information we have?" Robyn picks up one of the sheets, bringing it over to her lap where she can take a closer look, it certainly looked like your ordinary news article, but the details were far from normal. Robyn only read the first name of the victim, Sean.

"Sean... Allegedly Mauled to death, limbs were found near the body... The fuck?" Robyn would continue to scan the paper in front of her, turning to her cohorts, her once stern demeanour now showing a hint of concern. "Right, no chance in hell a person could've done that, no less a gang member, it's too primitive for them. Each of you grab a paper, could we confirm what gangs they're from? We may have some leads if we can discover their affiliations with the other gangs in the area. There's certainly something greater at hand but we can't jump around without ground to stand on, I'm hardly experienced in stuff of this calibre."

Robyn would perk up leaning forward to place her paper back on the makeshift table in front of them, waiting for the others to gleam what they can from their papers. "But, two heads are better than one and we've far more than that, unless you both end up being brainless."
In Gods, Angels, Demons in New Haven Definitive HD Mix Edition → 2 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Sucks that it was water and not alcohol, Robyn would be ecstatic if it were
In Gods, Angels, Demons in New Haven Definitive HD Mix Edition → 2 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
"Nothin' sweeter than the ocean wind..."

Robyn would mutter as her eyes gaze upon the darkened horizon. Montag Detectives LTD, a most interesting opportunity for the still rookie detective and yet... All Robyn could think about was how- "-Terrible this place is." Her desire to wear something formal to first meet her, hopefully, future co-workers had only harmed the rookie as the industrial wind slices along her skin, carrying gods-know what soot-ridden disease might just lurk in the corporate lungs the people of New Haven use to breathe.

The girl wouldn't stand still for long, her desire to find some form of shelter had only increased as she's reminded of the hardships she faced when young as the air chips away at her skin some more. It wouldn't take her long to reach her destination, a shabby looking warehouse that looked as if it was about to collapse under the weight of the heavy air. After checking her watch to make sure she was on time, she'd take the first steps inside. The familiar smell of smoke would fill her lungs as she looks towards the bar, long abandoned by any of it's caretakers and lit sparsely by candles so weak one might mistake it for a crack den. Even so, the meagre light provided was... Comforting.

Though, comfort seemed to be thrown out of the window as she looked towards the ruby haired Madame sat behind a hodgepodge of wood and crates. This set-up certainly didn't seem the most appealing and she wasn't afraid to raise her brow about it. The lady sat behind the mess of a table however, caught her interest, she seemed far too out of place for the environment she was in. Almost.. Sterile. Angelic. The pure white of her coat and the rest of her attire seemed odd to the detective. How someone could keep their clothes so clean in this city was... Astonishing, to say the very least. It would contrast with Robyn's own attire, wearing a completely black suit and shirt. The only pop of colour being her eyes and a red tie around her collar, not too dissimilar to her usual attire.

"This place is for Montag whatever ya call it, right?"

Her voice would echo into the almost empty chamber the warehouse provided. The lady didn't seem to move from the task in-front of her. One that had her flicking paper... Robyn had gotten curious about what it was the paper held, but shrugged off the thought of looking any closer as she assumed it was information on the "candidates" that Montag Detectives LTD had been searching for. Given a few minutes Robyn would finally enter the room, having been welcomed by the lady in a soft, friendly and yet... All too calm voice.

At least she was right about the papers being about the candidates, she thought to herself.

Robyn approached the girl slowly, the set-up in-front of her looked so rushed and yet the air in the room felt just as professional as a well-crafted interview room would. She noticed the girls eyes, odd as they seemed. And made a mental note of each detail about the lady and the situation they're in that intrigues her. While her mind would race to put these thoughts into a list, she'd offer sincere smiles and greetings to those that enter after her, choosing to make herself comfortable on one of the chairs on the outside.

"Y'all alright? Horrible weather out there, as usual. Pleasure to meet you all." Robyn would say to her to-be companions with a smile, all but hiding Robyn's truer emotions behind an outgoing mask. Though that may be how the girl thinks, excitement would only grow deep within her as she awaits Montag's own arrival.
In Gods, Angels, Demons in New Haven Definitive HD Mix Edition → 2 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
- Name -

Robyn, a name commonly given to the third child in Robyn's family history.

- Age -

25

- Biography -

Robyn was just a young girl when her father suddenly attacked her family, a compassionate man had been driven to madness from out of nowhere, killing most of his family in a brutal act of uncharacteristic homicide. The poor girl was once an excelling student, even in the impoverished state their family lived in, the girl was determined to make a name for herself and in doing so, worked hard to achieve her dream. As that dream was shattered before her eyes in a single display of brutality, Robyn had only narrowly escaped as she jumped through a narrow window, one that was shattered in the struggle between her father and mother. That quick decision cascaded into the future she'd have to suffer through, living on the streets, needing to fend for herself, surviving the worst of the worst for months, living on the scraps of others.

According to reports the father had killed his family and innocent bystanders outside their place before he brutally mutilated himself, having spooned his eyes out in a state of complete madness. Reminiscent of parts of the story of Oedipus.

The weak willed girl was eventually taken in by a group of homeless people, a colony of the kind and caring, the young and old. She was taught to fend for herself in hand-to-hand combat. And so she grew, eventually leaving the colony of the homeless, after living with them for upwards of four years. Robyn was still attacked, still assaulted, she still had to endure hardships. But she pressed on, fought back. It was around this age that the girl discovered her knack for drinking, often getting her into plenty of trouble around bars with how much she managed to drink and then cause trouble. Alcohol made Robyn forget, and smoking made it easier to cope with what she couldn't forget, she was a perfect bartender. And that job gave Robyn the chance to train to become the idealized version of herself, and train she did. When she wasn't working at the bar, she was educating herself on police work, studying incredibly hard to become a detective, so much so that she'd pull multiple all-nighters until she got the result she wanted. Her hard work the only thing keeping her anchored to the past she desired to forget.

Years later, Robyn would graduate and become a qualified detective, although her methods for obtaining information would be unfavourable, getting the job done was all that mattered to her and the institution she studied at. They didn't have time to worry about illicit sources of information when they had bigger problems to deal with, bigger problems that would interest Robyn as she looked for a team.

- Chosen God -


Artemis, the goddess of the hunt.

"Artemis, as the hunter goddess, while hunting game. Also protected it, especially the young."

At first this wasn't the case, Robyn held the gods in contempt for a long time while growing up, cursing them for putting her into this hell. Through time Robyn learned that... Not all gods intend to cause harm the way one had done to her father. That not all gods have ill intentions and only wish to walk the planet once more, without reaping the lives of those already inhabiting it.

Robyn, upon reading into the goddess of the hunt, found herself obsessed with this passage. And in some ways found it reflected her beliefs. While she intended to protect the people, especially the young. She would gladly hunt them down too. Those that do harm, at the very least. On a different, lighter note, while Robyn was younger and out in the street, animals were often there by her side. Be them strays or some pets that like to give her some attention on their walks, she handles their presence incredibly well and could calm even a cornered wolf down. And so, as she learned more and more about the pantheon, the mythos she was most interested in, she would find herself, in some ways, relatable to the goddess Artemis and as such has sworn to become a follower of hers.

- Reason for Joining the team -

Having been through what these gods are doing, she swears to serve the people, to investigate the plague befalling the world and protect lives she can yet save. To understand the crimes and why they happen.

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In Gods, Angels, and Demons in New Haven: Definitive HD Mix edition → 2 yrs ago Forum: General Interest Checks
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