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A City Called Labyrinth

A City called Labyrinth

The city is alive, always shifting its streets and alleyways, no path leads to where it did the day before, a death trap. 7 people wake up here, with no memory, and only one goal, to get out of this hell of a city, however, that proves to be an exceptionally difficult task. There are twisted monsters that reside inside the ever-shifting paths and walls of buildings, the remnants of what used to be humanity, trapped inside what was supposed to be their sanctuary. A single tower rests in the center of Labyrinth, a beacon to the rest of the city, manned by what people are left, known only as The Runners.

The Fall of Humanity

~The Fall~

Once, the world was a mesmerizing realm, adorned with lush, vibrant green fields and verdant forests that stretched as far as the eye could see. This idyllic vision was, however, transformed into an eerie tableau of desolation, where all the natural beauty had been stripped away, leaving nothing but an ashen, lifeless landscape. This tragic metamorphosis was the consequence of humanity's relentless pursuit of the unknown, a pursuit that ultimately led to its own undoing.

The catalyst for this dramatic shift was the remarkable discovery of Ether, a mystical substance that emanated from enigmatic vents scattered across the land. Ether was more than just a scientific breakthrough; it was akin to unearthing a wellspring of pure magic. The advent of Ether heralded an era of technological advancement hitherto deemed inconceivable. Yet, with progress came peril, as humanity's insatiable hunger for power and knowledge led to the reckless exploitation of this newfound wonder.

The cycle of Ether harvesting continued unabated, as the sources of this mystical essence began to wither, driven to the brink of depletion by relentless extraction. Human greed, forever unquenchable, spurred on by corporate interests, drove these entities to embark on perilous experiments aimed at creating artificial Ether. This reckless endeavor would prove catastrophic, unleashing the malevolent force known as Black Ether—a monstrous offspring of human ambition gone awry.

Black Ether, once unleashed, became a relentless scourge, giving rise to a sinister plague that ravaged all in its path. This affliction, aptly named "Black Ether," not only infected the physical bodies of those unfortunate enough to encounter it but also corrupted the very earth itself. The once-thriving landscapes and cities fell victim to its malevolence, morphing into nightmarish wastelands of despair.

As the world crumbled around them, humanity found itself on the precipice of annihilation. Panic swept through the remnants of civilization as they grappled with the enormity of the catastrophe they had wrought. In their desperation, they sought refuge from their own creation, and a colossal, labyrinthine cityscape began to take shape.

This sprawling metropolis, built over the last known Ether vent, became a sanctuary and a testament to both humanity's resilience and its folly. The entire city's survival hinged on the precarious balance maintained by the dwindling supply of Ether that powered its infrastructure—a cruel irony that underscored the cost of their relentless ambition.

For decades, a fragile semblance of peace endured within the confines of the labyrinthine city. Yet, this respite proved fleeting, for the insidious Black Ether had not forgotten its insatiable hunger. It infiltrated the human populace, driving them to madness and grotesque transformations that defied imagination. These afflicted beings, known as the Teras, became harbingers of terror, relentlessly stalking the ever-shifting streets of the city now dubbed "Labyrinth."

Amidst this chaos and devastation, a resilient few emerged—survivors who refused to succumb to the horrors of Black Ether. They were the Runners, constantly on the move, navigating the treacherous terrain of Labyrinth in a desperate bid for survival. Their existence was a testament to human endurance and the unyielding will to live.

In this bleak and twisted world, there existed a single sanctuary—a towering edifice at the heart of Labyrinth, affectionately known as Archon. Here, the remnants of humanity clung to the last flicker of hope, their final refuge against the encroaching darkness, and the one place they deemed safe.

Soul Gears

~The Soul Gears~

A strange yet intricate clockwork cuff forged over a Runner's dominant forearm, a type of Ether Tech that surfaced after The Fall and is the most crucial to a Runner's arsenal. There are various types of Soul Gears, which adapt to the Runner it is bound to, a blade that sharpens as it is used if you will. The Soul Gear is set to a Runner's ideal weapon and grows in strength the more it is used. The Soul Gears are powered by an infinite Ether Battery and directly combat the effects of Black Ether on its Runner. No one knows who created them, or how to remove them, but no one is really complaining about it.

Runner Form

Basic CS Template:

Moniker: The name your Runner has started calling themselves since they woke.

Maturity: Your Runner's apparent age, as they don't really know it themselves.

Gender: What your Runner identifies as.

Appearance: A general description of what your Runner looks like. A photo accompaniment would be helpful.

Teratódis Remnant: A strange Teras feature left behind from the effects of Black Ether, an inherent part of your Runner left uncleansed by the Reversal.

Traits: General character traits of your Runner, including flaws.

Skills/Muscle Memory: Special things your character knows how to do, even if they themselves have know idea why. (Please limit this to a maximum of 3 for a new Runner)

Soul Gear: What your Runner's Soul Gear weapon is. Include a photo if applicable.

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

Joker

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Squalid Church, Unknown

Joker had a bit of trouble coming to terms with what was happening, but as the first volley of arrows rained down and the door was shot like a projectile from its hinges, he didn't care if the people around him were potential friends, he, and everyone in this church, was in danger. The sounds of battle as the young girl and her black knight, what he thought was her Persona, went out, the sound of swords clashing, what seemed to be some type of mage creating a shield from what looked to be a... tarot card maybe?

The floating boy was also one of the pressing matters, simply the fact that he was floating was dangerous, as his suspicions grew that maybe he was a Shadow...

He had to do something. Anything.

"Arsene, come!"

His mask erupted into blue flame as the winged figure of his rebellion manifested behind him, as something was made painfully clear to him. The others weren't here, and he was vulnerable. He had to act quickly and get this done with, he didn't have the means to mend his own wounds, so he had to be cautious as well. His attention first turned to the 'Shadow', drawing the knife from his belt.

"I don't know what the hell is going on, but I will spare you for now, Shadow. I suggest you don't harm anyone, and I won't hesitate to use force."
His voice was authoritative, still fresh in his mind from taking down Maderame's Shadow, as he brandished his blade toward the potential foe before him. He then quickly went to the doorframe, Arsene following behind, its occupant fallen forward with the so-called "Raven Haeralds", and the young girl, who was now accompanied by what appeared to be a nun. A different Persona? How was this possible?

Arsene's voice spoke in the back of his mind, going along with whatever this predicament was.
"What is your plan, Trickster, if any at all?"

This situation was quite unlike anything he had done before, nothing like infiltrating a Palace or stealing a corrupt heart...

His plan?
He had no idea.

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

Joker

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Yongen-Jaya, Tokyo

It had been a long day for Akira, he and the rest of the Phantom Thieves had brought down Maderame's Shadow, securing the Palace's treasure.

He was walking back to Leblanc, tired as all hell, Morgana sleeping in his schoolbag as he walked. He was proud of what they had done, the first real big shot that they had changed the heart of, if they did it right.

He looked up at the twilight sky, hopefully, Sojiro wouldn't mind him coming back late again tonight... Then a strange feeling tugged at the back of his mind, it wasn't Arsene trying to tell him something, his Persona usually didn't do anything outside of the Metaverse. He followed the feeling, leading him to the alleyway behind the Leblanc, the familiar smell of rich java and curry hanging in the air around him.

The air cracked open in front of him, a flash of light enveloping the confused schoolboy, leaving the schoolbag on the ground, waking the cat/not-a-cat inside. Morgana poked his head out, a bit annoyed.

"Ow... Akira! How dare you drop- wait, Akira? Where are you?"

The question went unanswered, as the alleyway was left silent as the sky went dark and the streetlights sparked to life, shedding their harsh light onto the quiet streets of Yongen-Jaya.

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Squalid Church, Unknown

Joker tried to shield his eyes from the blinding light of day with his crimson-gloved hands. Wasn't it just evening? He looked around him, obviously, this wasn't the urban city he was in mere seconds ago, yet there wasn't the usual dull headache from distorted desires here that suggested that he wasn't in the Metaverse... He hadn't used the Meta-Nav accidentally again... right?

He looked down at himself, realizing that he was in his Joker garb. What was going on here exactly? He put his hand to his head as if the sheer confusion and suddenness of... whatever this was, was giving him a headache.

"Morgana? Are you here too?"
His muttered question goes unanswered, as he looks upon the unfamiliar faces around him, considering his next move carefully. Are these people Shadows? No... They can't be, he can't sense them. He put his left forefinger on his mask, prepared to summon Arsene should the need arise...

A City Called Labyrinth

CS Form

Runner Form

Basic CS Template:

Moniker: The name your Runner has started calling themselves since they woke.

Maturity: Your Runner's apparent age, as they don't really know it themselves.

Gender: What your Runner identifies as.

Appearance: A general description of what your Runner looks like. A photo accompaniment would be helpful.

Teratódis Remnant: A strange Teras feature left behind from the effects of Black Ether, an inherent part of your Runner left uncleansed by the Reversal.

Traits: General character traits of your Runner, including flaws.

Skills/Muscle Memory: Special things your character knows how to do, even if they themselves have know idea why. (Please limit this to a maximum of 3 for a new Runner)

Soul Gear: What your Runner's Soul Gear weapon is. Include a photo if applicable.

A City Called Labyrinth (Looking for Players)

A City called Labyrinth

The city is alive, always shifting its streets and alleyways, no path leads to where it did the day before, a death trap. 7 people wake up here, with no memory, and only one goal, to get out of this hell of a city, however, that proves to be an exceptionally difficult task. There are twisted monsters that reside inside the ever-shifting paths and walls of buildings, the remnants of what used to be humanity, trapped inside what was supposed to be their sanctuary. A single tower rests in the center of Labyrinth, a beacon to the rest of the city, manned by what people are left, known only as The Runners.

The Fall of Humanity

~The Fall~

Once, the world was a mesmerizing realm, adorned with lush, vibrant green fields and verdant forests that stretched as far as the eye could see. This idyllic vision was, however, transformed into an eerie tableau of desolation, where all the natural beauty had been stripped away, leaving nothing but an ashen, lifeless landscape. This tragic metamorphosis was the consequence of humanity's relentless pursuit of the unknown, a pursuit that ultimately led to its own undoing.

The catalyst for this dramatic shift was the remarkable discovery of Ether, a mystical substance that emanated from enigmatic vents scattered across the land. Ether was more than just a scientific breakthrough; it was akin to unearthing a wellspring of pure magic. The advent of Ether heralded an era of technological advancement hitherto deemed inconceivable. Yet, with progress came peril, as humanity's insatiable hunger for power and knowledge led to the reckless exploitation of this newfound wonder.

The cycle of Ether harvesting continued unabated, as the sources of this mystical essence began to wither, driven to the brink of depletion by relentless extraction. Human greed, forever unquenchable, spurred on by corporate interests, drove these entities to embark on perilous experiments aimed at creating artificial Ether. This reckless endeavor would prove catastrophic, unleashing the malevolent force known as Black Ether—a monstrous offspring of human ambition gone awry.

Black Ether, once unleashed, became a relentless scourge, giving rise to a sinister plague that ravaged all in its path. This affliction, aptly named "Black Ether," not only infected the physical bodies of those unfortunate enough to encounter it but also corrupted the very earth itself. The once-thriving landscapes and cities fell victim to its malevolence, morphing into nightmarish wastelands of despair.

As the world crumbled around them, humanity found itself on the precipice of annihilation. Panic swept through the remnants of civilization as they grappled with the enormity of the catastrophe they had wrought. In their desperation, they sought refuge from their own creation, and a colossal, labyrinthine cityscape began to take shape.

This sprawling metropolis, built over the last known Ether vent, became a sanctuary and a testament to both humanity's resilience and its folly. The entire city's survival hinged on the precarious balance maintained by the dwindling supply of Ether that powered its infrastructure—a cruel irony that underscored the cost of their relentless ambition.

For decades, a fragile semblance of peace endured within the confines of the labyrinthine city. Yet, this respite proved fleeting, for the insidious Black Ether had not forgotten its insatiable hunger. It infiltrated the human populace, driving them to madness and grotesque transformations that defied imagination. These afflicted beings, known as the Teras, became harbingers of terror, relentlessly stalking the ever-shifting streets of the city now dubbed "Labyrinth."

Amidst this chaos and devastation, a resilient few emerged—survivors who refused to succumb to the horrors of Black Ether. They were the Runners, constantly on the move, navigating the treacherous terrain of Labyrinth in a desperate bid for survival. Their existence was a testament to human endurance and the unyielding will to live.

In this bleak and twisted world, there existed a single sanctuary—a towering edifice at the heart of Labyrinth, affectionately known as Archon. Here, the remnants of humanity clung to the last flicker of hope, their final refuge against the encroaching darkness, and the one place they deemed safe.

Soul Gears

~The Soul Gears~

A strange yet intricate clockwork cuff forged over a Runner's dominant forearm, a type of Ether Tech that surfaced after The Fall and is the most crucial to a Runner's arsenal. There are various types of Soul Gears, which adapt to the Runner it is bound to, a blade that sharpens as it is used if you will. The Soul Gear is set to a Runner's ideal weapon and grows in strength the more it is used. The Soul Gears are powered by an infinite Ether Battery and directly combat the effects of Black Ether on its Runner. No one knows who created them, or how to remove them, but no one is really complaining about it.

This is something that I've been working on and am looking for players to add to Labyrinth's Runners.
The general genre of the world is a horror post-apocalyptic fantasy with a bit of a steampunk flair, more lore about it is on the way!

7 people at the absolute maximum

Feel free to post here if you are interested!

Runner Form

Basic CS Template:

Moniker: The name your Runner has started calling themselves since they woke.

Maturity: Your Runner's apparent age, as they don't really know it themselves.

Gender: What your Runner identifies as.

Appearance: A general description of what your Runner looks like. A photo accompaniment would be helpful.

Teratódis Remnant: A strange Teras feature left behind from the effects of Black Ether, an inherent part of your Runner left uncleansed by the Reversal.

Traits: General character traits of your Runner, including flaws.

Skills/Muscle Memory: Special things your character knows how to do, even if they themselves have know idea why. (Please limit this to a maximum of 3 for a new Runner)

Soul Gear: What your Runner's Soul Gear weapon is. Include a photo if applicable.

A City Called Labyrinth

@Dr Acula
If you have any questions for me, don't be afraid to ask.

VISITATIONS - Horror, mystery, investigation

I would be down for this, seems interesting.

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

Akira Kurusu, Joker

Name: Akira Kurusu or "Joker"

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Akira Kurusu appears as a tall young man of slim to athletic build. He has a pale complexion with unkempt, wavy black hair that falls over his eyes. His eyes are gray and he has long eyelashes. Despite his messy hair and slouched posture, he wears all of his clothes primly and properly.

His outfit consists of a black ankle-length tailcoat, a high-necked waistcoat with gold accents, cinched black pants, brown-black winklepickers boots with taller heels, and a pair of red gloves. Over his eyes is a white, birdlike domino mask with black designs around the eyes reminiscent of full eyeliner and sharp lashes, as he was left in his Joker outfit when he crossed over.

Personality: Akira Kurusu comes off as initially quiet and awkward, though Akira is usually quiet most of the time, those who know him well are able to see his kind heart and how he is always there for them, however, he can be quite the socialite when he needs to be.

Brief History: After collapsing the Palace of Distorted Desire within the famed artist Ichiryusai Madarame, the twisted master of the arts exploiting his pupils and passing off their works as his own, The Phantom Thieves were lying low. They were waiting for a change of heart and for their quarry to admit to his crimes and turn himself in, the result of their last bout of this business with Kamoshida. After a successful heist, Akira was on his way back to Leblanc to get a well-earned rest, that is before a light came from an alleyway behind the coffee shop. Curiosity leading him, he approached the alley seeing a glowing rift of sorts. It felt unfamiliar, not at all like what he had done before with his dives into the Metaverse, but he couldn't help himself from reaching out to it. A force pulled on his arm violently, sending him tumbling into the extradimensional portal, the gateway closing behind him. The alley was left in eerie silence, his new journey was only just beginning, another world needed him before he could save his own from ruin.

Universe of Origin: Persona 5 (Manga)

Equipment: Rebel Knife, Joker outfit, Phone (Useless after crossover)

Abilities:

Arséne - As per his ability as a Persona-user, he can summon the pure manifestation of his rebellious spirit, named "Arséne", to his aid in battle. His Persona gives him instructions and tips on how to fight while lending Akira his power to use in the form of Skills. The skills available to Akira are as follows:
- Eiha, Fires a bolt of 'Curse' energy toward Akira's target and tires Akira when used.
- Cleave, Augments Akira's strength temporarily for a powerful physical attack and harms Akira when used.
- Sukunda, Hinders a target's movement for approximately 15-20 seconds and tires Akira when used.
- Dream Needles, Augments Akira's speed to swiftly attack a target 1-4 times (via dice roll), and Harms Akira when used.

Self-Betterment - Through making connections with others and growing himself as a person, Akira can gain small amounts of power through his Persona as his relationships grow.

Thieves Eye - Akira has the uncanny ability to discern if an object has any kind of monetary value.

Tools of the Trade - If in possession of the correct materials, an ample workspace, and plenty of free time, Akira can make basic tools that tend to be useful for burglary. Such devices include lockpicks and smokescreens, as well as a few other knick-knacks.

Other:

CLOSED

My interest is piqued.