ErosSense

A Return to the RPG

Shameless plug, forgive me. But I have. A few roleplays I've sent checks out for, specifically one a few hours ago. Don't know if that's up your alley or anyone's alley really lmfao, but if you're interested, you could check that out. Aside from that I really don't know. Hope your time back is awesome

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LaConranne's Academy

I have too many ideas and not enough. Like. Interest in any of them. I think this is a fun idea, and has the potential to go down a much darker route in the future. In fact, it's implied. But for now it can be lighthearted. I guess if you're interested just say something. :shrug:

LaConranne's Academy for the Profoundly Gifted was no laughing matter. It was a prestigious school -- and children with remarkable abilities, all aged 6-17, attended the academy.

LaConranne's is education.
LaConranne's is possibility.
LaConranne's is promise.

And above all,
LaConranne's is a future guaranteed.

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Why should you choose LaConranne's?

LaConranne's Academy understands that intelligence is versatile. While the requirements to even so much as qualify to attend LaConranne's are no laughing matter, the Academy offers many unique subject matter and courses to cater to youth of every intelligence type.

Additionally, over 200 schools and companies have signed off on the "LaConranne's Promise," a compromise between institutions to try and reform programs for gifted children all over the nation so every exceptional child has access to the the resources they need. Every child who attends LaConranne's will be, if somehow found without drive, by-proxy readily accepted into another institution or business.

LaConranne's is a highly-competitive school; students frequently strive for greatness in representing the Academy.

We believe in the the age-old motto that was used in Ottoman schools: "Here, no fish will be forced to fly, and no bird will be forced to swim."

That being said, LaConranne's is no push-over in the extent of abilities. Every child will be recognized as intelligent in one or more primary categories:

Intellectual
Academic
Athletic
Creative
Artistic

And one or more of a secondary category:

Emotional
Leadership abilities
Interpersonal
Spatial (awareness)

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Students will enroll in a variety of courses catering to their pre-existing abilities.

LaConranne's has produced prodigies of every kind -- from acclaimed authors, to revolutionary mathematicians. If you are receiving this letter, it is because either you or your child has been accepted into LaConranne's Academy for the Profoundly gifted.

As LaConranne herself, founder and PhD in Education & Psychology, said:
"Intelligence is the greatest natural gift; however, intelligence without the wisdom to apply it is worthless."

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So basically. You can be a teacher or a student. Either way, school for smart people. It (the building) is divided into wings based off of the "primary" intelligences. Students have chances to mingle at given points. Yada yada.

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

roleplay? who's that?

Need myself a Co gm

Hey, you still need someone for this?

Hola again!

Horror has my heart... if you'd like to roleplay I'll be here :)

The Final Hour

"We'll have to cover that sooner or later," explained the man in a steady voice, to match his measured steps. The cadence with which he spoke made him easily trustworthy, even if something as simple as his name is lost upon who he converses with. He cleared his throat and brushed off his suit-jacket, before adjusting his belt. Examining a stack of papers, he looked up briefly enough to gauge the expression of his conversant. "Unless you want the public to be oblivious about the situation?"

Another man chimed in, voice more authoritative. "We can't release this! Everybody would freak out! Do you want people to spend their last days suffering?"

The first man shook his head, chuckled bitterly, and with a strained voice and concerned expression, replied as measuredly as he could manage.
"If we tell the public," he pressed. "Then maybe there's a hope for humanity."
"We're all going to die."
"That's what they want you to think."
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When the Prophets -- that's what people called them, unironically -- started chanting Revelations in the streets, it was no cause for concern. Any old crazy could weaponize faith and warp it into what it wasn't. Passerby would give an off-glance and continue on their way. When they began speaking in tongues, however, is when concern began to amass.

Perhaps the prophets were... correct.

When the Fissure appeared, dividing the land in half with no way to cross, experts couldn't explain it. The Prophets, however, grew frenzied.
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Hellish creatures roam the earth. Every Ring amounted to something tenfold on the Surface -- the truest form of damnation of humanity.

When judgement is passed, so does blame.

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Hi! Ok. That was really dramatic. I bet you got bored.

Anyway, that's the idea. Basically. A very bad and short synopsis. Hell emerges on Earth (think Doom, but more damnation and less monsters... although there are monsters) in some sort of inexplicable punishment against every living human. Your character can... really be anyone. One of the prophets, a creature of purgatory -- really, anything.

It'll be... very dark. Needlessly. Concepts like religion, damnation, torture, mental illness, and hatred will definitely be implemented and explored. It's pretty open, aside from that, though.

Bonus points if you've read Inferno, though.

I'm back, and looking to write again!

Hey! This sounds awesome! I'm interested.

Ban the User Above You

Banned for having a comma splice.

Death Note Fandom Roleplay

Really wish I could come up with a more creative title.

Anyway, Death Note! Yay! Awesome!
One of the most monumental, yet oftentimes controversial for it's promotions of antisocial behaviour and greyscaled morality, anime to have ever existed. I love it!

If you're interested in psychological thriller, mystery, and games of cat-and-mouse... I'd love to be taken up on this. I'd prefer a slowly canon-diverging type plot. OCs are allowed as long as they aren't outlandish -- but I do expect the ability to play more than one character! I can play almost the entire canon cast true to the original portrayal.

Timelines, plots, and specifics can be discussed later... just know it'll be pretty dark.

I really don't know what else to say.

Wretchedness

With quiet footsteps, I begin my descent down the flight. They're the trained sort -- the footsteps that one learns only the hard way. It's in this silent abandon I slow to a crawl past the stair that always groans when I step on it, sure to avoid it all together.

Once I reach the flight is where the real issue arises. I have memorised every creak in the aged floor, and know exactly where to lurk because of it. After all, I don't want to alert Them. I look around. It's at this point I realise the corridor at the foot of the stairs is longer than I remember. My stomach churns at the thought of the unknown.

But They always have ways of surprising me.

I steel myself and tiptoe down the hall, enthralled by what I see. There are many more doors than what I can recall, and pictures hung on the wall of people I have never met. I continue this search for what feels like an eternity, before bobbing my head to the side at a picture of me. I wasn't aware that They had a picture of me. Worst of all, the door my picture is next to is lit from the inside, and the faint golden creep cascades at my feet. It's begging me to enter.

The keyhole is blocked off by something. Somebody didn't want me to look in. Of course they didn't. My heart beats to a syncopated rhythm I am not familiar with, before I turn the doorknob, terrified yet anticipatory all the same.

I didn't know that They had more than one bathroom in the House. Let alone a bathroom as nice as the one I had just entered. It is the last thing I had expected, frankly, within my detour. Sneaking down the stairs at one point to escape, only to find myself in an unfamiliar bathroom. It's... almost comical.

The countertops are pure. I feel like a wretch for so much as looking at them the wrong way, as white and glowing as they are. This is a colour I have never quite seen in the House. Especially not given the state of things.

I almost want to touch it. To feel the smooth, clean surface.

I cannot.

I remind myself that I am going to the windiest ring of hell -- and for good reason. They remind me all the time. In fact, oftentimes They won't let me go down the stairs at all, in saying it is all my fault.

How odd, I realise it is. To be envious of a countertop.

I have been so distracted by this part of the room that I almost miss the mirror. When I look up, I see a perfect stranger's eyes. Somebody else inquiring within my irises.

And that is when I scream.

For these are not my eyes at all.
This is not my face.
I tremble, and cover my mouth.

Never have I ever been so fair, so round-faced or button-nosed. Never has my hair ever been so wispy, and my cheeks ever rosy.
I rest my hands on the countertop in anguish, trying all my best not to scream once more. After all, They would only antagonise further if they knew...

However, this hope is short-lived. I retract my hands in horror, screaming once more, realising I have tainted the innocence of the room with crimson seeping from my hands.

The tang of iron lingers in my mouth, breath ragged.

The Sin of the flesh. The Sin of blood.

The deafening silence rings like a church bell in my ears -- oh, how I shall pray the rosary later!

But for now, I am but a filthy, tainted sinner.
And Mary would be ashamed.