Awesome! No pressure though, I'm not the uptight type about that sort of thing. After the first post a little thinning is fine!
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The fire burned at a low ember. For the first time in weeks it was quiet, but the people circling the pit knew better by now to think that made them safe. Despite the time of day, no one slept. They easily could have, letting one or two people stand guard, but none of did. A few weak attempts were made but they always ended in night terrors. Being awake wasn’t much better, everyone was plagued with dark thoughts as result of their recent traumas. It was a lot easier to suppress a scream while awake then when you were trapped in a terrible dream. Everyone was exhausted, everyone was hungry but worse still everyone was scared. Scared of the monster shambling around, scared of the people in their company and scared of their own selves. It had only been a few weeks prior that the world had fallen, but they all had done unthinkable things since then. They had all killed by now, they had stolen and plundered. Many of these things that they never thought they’d fall to. Julian poked a stick at the dying fire trying to get some warmth from it. His mind was dark. It was dark before shit hit the wall, but that wasn’t the same. That was an artistic, purposeful darkness. A darkness that lead to creative breakthroughs, he had created entire worlds and people with that darkness. It was beautiful. This though, this was anything but. In only a few short weeks he had gone from theater student and aspiring playwright to a killer. Murdering people in cold blood. Turning those away who needed help. Turns out that survival of the fittest is harder than it sounds.
When one of the women perched around the now dead fire got to her feet everyone’s gaze changed to her. She ignored them and went off into the trees. They all knew why. Even in their situation many of the group still opted for privacy when dealing with personal business, so to speak. Nobody thought much of it they’d only be a few feet away, what’s the worst that could happen? Julian was pulled from his reverie when a blood curdling scream ripped through the clearing. Darting to his feet he pulled his pistol to the ready. Everyone else seemed to have a similar idea. One man ran towards the scream, ignoring the protests of the group. Just as he reached the treeline their suspicions had proven correct. One of the dead came shambling towards him. He shot. He missed. Within seconds he laid on the ground screaming as it tore into his flesh.
“Watch out!” Someone shouted at Julian as he narrowly dodged another monster. The gunshot gave their location and in what felt like a minute they were surrounded. At this point more shooting would just make it worse, so Julian swapped out for his knife hoping he wouldn’t get close enough to need it. The three remaining members of the group cleared a small opening and they all began to run. Like scared rabbits they each went full hilt, jumping and swerving to avoid the many obstacles on the forest floor. Julian cursed himself mentally for not grabbing his bag before running, leaving behind what little supplies he owned. The groans of the dead grew increasingly distant as he came ever closer to the road when he heard a loud thump behind him. With a quick glance behind him he saw one of his teammates had fallen on a log, her leg twisted grotesquely beneath her. The other guy was nowhere to be seen. She shouted and reached out for Julian to help her. Ignoring a small pang in his chest he continued on, leaving her. A few moments later he heard the all too familiar scream of someone being consumed. Just like that, he was on his own again.
At long last he reached the road and began scouring the vehicles that amassed into a large roadblock. He came across a 1991 Chrysler Fifth Avenue and with a look inside he found it dead-free. Quickly he opened up the hatch for the trunk and was relieved to find a few day’s supply of food and some blankets. Had he been a religious man he would’ve fell to his knees and thanked the heavens. He nearly did when the damn thing started. Pulling a sharp U-turn he began barreling down the highway and headed for the border. He almost hoped that they’d ask him for a passport, but doubted anyone gave a care about illegal immigrants at this point.
When one of the women perched around the now dead fire got to her feet everyone’s gaze changed to her. She ignored them and went off into the trees. They all knew why. Even in their situation many of the group still opted for privacy when dealing with personal business, so to speak. Nobody thought much of it they’d only be a few feet away, what’s the worst that could happen? Julian was pulled from his reverie when a blood curdling scream ripped through the clearing. Darting to his feet he pulled his pistol to the ready. Everyone else seemed to have a similar idea. One man ran towards the scream, ignoring the protests of the group. Just as he reached the treeline their suspicions had proven correct. One of the dead came shambling towards him. He shot. He missed. Within seconds he laid on the ground screaming as it tore into his flesh.
“Watch out!” Someone shouted at Julian as he narrowly dodged another monster. The gunshot gave their location and in what felt like a minute they were surrounded. At this point more shooting would just make it worse, so Julian swapped out for his knife hoping he wouldn’t get close enough to need it. The three remaining members of the group cleared a small opening and they all began to run. Like scared rabbits they each went full hilt, jumping and swerving to avoid the many obstacles on the forest floor. Julian cursed himself mentally for not grabbing his bag before running, leaving behind what little supplies he owned. The groans of the dead grew increasingly distant as he came ever closer to the road when he heard a loud thump behind him. With a quick glance behind him he saw one of his teammates had fallen on a log, her leg twisted grotesquely beneath her. The other guy was nowhere to be seen. She shouted and reached out for Julian to help her. Ignoring a small pang in his chest he continued on, leaving her. A few moments later he heard the all too familiar scream of someone being consumed. Just like that, he was on his own again.
At long last he reached the road and began scouring the vehicles that amassed into a large roadblock. He came across a 1991 Chrysler Fifth Avenue and with a look inside he found it dead-free. Quickly he opened up the hatch for the trunk and was relieved to find a few day’s supply of food and some blankets. Had he been a religious man he would’ve fell to his knees and thanked the heavens. He nearly did when the damn thing started. Pulling a sharp U-turn he began barreling down the highway and headed for the border. He almost hoped that they’d ask him for a passport, but doubted anyone gave a care about illegal immigrants at this point.
Appearance; 
Name; Calvin O'Donovan
Age; 27
Brief Description; Calvin is quite a kind and friendly person until you cross the line, if you do it's game over! He is the biggest family guy and would do anything for them, that's why he asserts himself so hard at work. So that he can provide for them all if they need anything.
Appearance:
Name: Julian Fletcher
Age: 23
Description: A little closed off. A theater student, Julian is mentally strong but physically weak. He knows how to work people to his advantage and knows he'd have a tough time doing it on his own.
Name; Calvin O'Donovan
Age; 27
Brief Description; Calvin is quite a kind and friendly person until you cross the line, if you do it's game over! He is the biggest family guy and would do anything for them, that's why he asserts himself so hard at work. So that he can provide for them all if they need anything.
Appearance:
Name: Julian Fletcher
Age: 23
Description: A little closed off. A theater student, Julian is mentally strong but physically weak. He knows how to work people to his advantage and knows he'd have a tough time doing it on his own.
Here we go, I'll have to first IC post up in but a moment. Red_massa x Eskimolander :)
A few short days passed and Lord Warreck stood before an army of five thousand men. It was a small drop in the pond of The Reach’s hundred thousand or more, but given his families developing status it was an admirable count. The roar of chatter from the men below him was nothing in comparison to the screaming children at his back. As per tradition his family stood to see him off to war. Though their form left a little to be desired. Instead of the proper straight line they were supposed to be stood in it became a tug of war between the women children. Thankfully the distance from the ground to the top of the castle walls disallowed the men to see the struggle. His wife, Lady Olira’s was doing all she could to hide the workout it was to old back the young girl in her hands. Her hand engulfed the child’s wrist with a tight grip, requiring more might than it should to stop her from barreling at her father. Lady Olira smiled thinly, trying to keep her regal appearance while simultaneously deflecting the small fists and kicks,
“Esme behave,” The Lady spoke warningly though the behaviour continued. Next to her Naeva faired only a slight better with the young Perienne. Copying her twin the small girl fought the older girl, though not fraction as violent. The weak pulling and whines were clearly a show, whomever it was to impress though was a wonder. Unlike her mother Naeva gave little care for delicacy when dealing with the child. Hoisting the child into her arms and using her hand as a muffle had proved effective before and so Naeva forwent her ladylike appearance to use it again. Grimacing as she felt the slime of her sisters spit on the palm of her hand.
“No! Stop! That’s not food! Ow ow ow,” The lords second daughter could be heard shouting as she fought for control of her hair. Her pleas did little to stop the babe from pushing more into his mouth. A happy gurgle came from the youngest child and only son of Lord Warreck as he seemingly took joy in his sister’s pain. “Take him!” Teora begged pushing him towards her elder sister who followed suit, handing over Perienne.
“Gladly,” Naeva sighed believing if she was to be a meal to her siblings, she’d greatly prefer Channer nibbling her clothes to Perienne biting her hand. The three women gave each other exasperated looks as they waited for the lord’s typically long speech to finish. It had become standard for Lord Warreck to give longwinded speeches whenever he reasonably could, so common in fact that the men had long since grown comfortable to speak over him. His speeches were rarely more than incredible rant anyways. The sky began to redden and the sun started its descent before Lord Warreck gave an indication of being done.
“And so it is unto us to preserve the dignity of not only The Reach, but the entire Seven Kingdoms! We will not rest—“He entered a guard tower to descend to the ground, continuing his speech as if the men could still hear. Reaching the bottom he mounted a horse that had been set out for him, raising his sword in a show of grandeur, “—Onwards men!” No one would ever know if the subsequent shout of the army was one of solidarity and support or a celebration of the speeches end. Naeva rolled her eyes as she swapped Channer for Esme, relieving her mother of the girl, before leading her along with Teora and Perienne down the gardens.
“My feet ache,” Teora nodded in agreement with the statement as she plucked apart her baby-spit tangled hair. “Come Teora, I’ll fix that for you,” They let the twins go and took place on a bench. Naeva pulled a comb out from the inner layer of her dress and began working through the red tresses. The Tilden children all look more or less the same, matching the lineage of their father. Fair skinned, they all sported light brown eyes and an almost unnatural hue of bright auburn hair. In the exception of Esme, who was bizarrely dark. Slightly tanned with black hair and chocolate eyes, she didn’t resemble either parent.
“Esme behave,” The Lady spoke warningly though the behaviour continued. Next to her Naeva faired only a slight better with the young Perienne. Copying her twin the small girl fought the older girl, though not fraction as violent. The weak pulling and whines were clearly a show, whomever it was to impress though was a wonder. Unlike her mother Naeva gave little care for delicacy when dealing with the child. Hoisting the child into her arms and using her hand as a muffle had proved effective before and so Naeva forwent her ladylike appearance to use it again. Grimacing as she felt the slime of her sisters spit on the palm of her hand.
“No! Stop! That’s not food! Ow ow ow,” The lords second daughter could be heard shouting as she fought for control of her hair. Her pleas did little to stop the babe from pushing more into his mouth. A happy gurgle came from the youngest child and only son of Lord Warreck as he seemingly took joy in his sister’s pain. “Take him!” Teora begged pushing him towards her elder sister who followed suit, handing over Perienne.
“Gladly,” Naeva sighed believing if she was to be a meal to her siblings, she’d greatly prefer Channer nibbling her clothes to Perienne biting her hand. The three women gave each other exasperated looks as they waited for the lord’s typically long speech to finish. It had become standard for Lord Warreck to give longwinded speeches whenever he reasonably could, so common in fact that the men had long since grown comfortable to speak over him. His speeches were rarely more than incredible rant anyways. The sky began to redden and the sun started its descent before Lord Warreck gave an indication of being done.
“And so it is unto us to preserve the dignity of not only The Reach, but the entire Seven Kingdoms! We will not rest—“He entered a guard tower to descend to the ground, continuing his speech as if the men could still hear. Reaching the bottom he mounted a horse that had been set out for him, raising his sword in a show of grandeur, “—Onwards men!” No one would ever know if the subsequent shout of the army was one of solidarity and support or a celebration of the speeches end. Naeva rolled her eyes as she swapped Channer for Esme, relieving her mother of the girl, before leading her along with Teora and Perienne down the gardens.
“My feet ache,” Teora nodded in agreement with the statement as she plucked apart her baby-spit tangled hair. “Come Teora, I’ll fix that for you,” They let the twins go and took place on a bench. Naeva pulled a comb out from the inner layer of her dress and began working through the red tresses. The Tilden children all look more or less the same, matching the lineage of their father. Fair skinned, they all sported light brown eyes and an almost unnatural hue of bright auburn hair. In the exception of Esme, who was bizarrely dark. Slightly tanned with black hair and chocolate eyes, she didn’t resemble either parent.
Northwest of Highgarden the stone walls of Carsley Keep stood unashamedly. The pride of the residents was evident from the many banners that graced the wall. A relaxed, golden peacock against a teal background. The brightness of the cloth stood out against the typical grey drab of the castle walls and was indicative of House Tilden who resided within. The Tilden’s were still a fairly new family, being only a few generations old. They earned their rank when the previous holder of Carsley Keep died without an heir, leaving his workhands to take over the castle. Despite their shaky origins House Tilden was quick to prove itself valuable to The Reach, and subsequently The Seven Kingdoms.
Each generation seemed to stumble on something new to bolster their standing, cementing themselves further as a proper noble house. Now in its fifth generation, with Lord Warreck and his brood, that the house goals began to shift. Four generations before him spent their lives building both resource and knowledge, and with that to stand Warreck put his efforts instead into trade. Lining the family coffers with gold and amassing a large fortune. While they still couldn’t shake a stick at the Tyrells, House Tilden had become a point of envy amongst the small families of The Reach.
The lush gardens that took up the majority of the courtyard were oddly quiet. With the five children of the lord and lady, three of whom were still toddlers, it was a rare time to not hear the sounds of play. Instead only Lord Warreck and his eldest daughter Naeva were walking the path, chatting quietly. It was that short time of day when the adults were awake while the little ones still snored in the nursery. It therefore came as a shock when they heard the telltale sound of the castle gates opening.
“Are you expecting someone, Father?” Naeva asked politely, hearing the footsteps making its way towards them. Lord Warreck only shook his head in response and continued with their previous conversation of suitors for the young lady. Whoever it was he was certain they were no threat as no alarm had sounded. It was a few moments later that the man owning the footsteps found them caught up. He bent to one knee, rising again immediately.
“M’lord,” He stopped, clearly out of breath. The Tilden gardens never were difficult to get lost in, especially to those unfamiliar with them. “I have word from Lord Tyrell,” He pulled a scroll from his bag, holding it out for Lord Warreck. Rolling out the scroll only a few inches from his face, Lord Warreck strained his eyes to read. His old age was creeping up on him rather quickly he found. Naeva stood on her toes and attempted to read over his shoulder.
“It says that King Baratheon is dead, father,” She spoke boredly.
Lord Warreck had to stop himself from shaking his head at her indignation, “I saw that. It also says that Lord Tyrell wants us to back him in Renly’s claim…” He read further down, “It would appear that Joffrey is not Robert’s son.” The possibilities raced through his mind and how his family could benefit, regardless of the outcome. Turning back to his daughter to continue their ritual morning walk. Naeva wore dark smirk on her delicate features, only scarcely hidden by the vibrant red of her hair.
Each generation seemed to stumble on something new to bolster their standing, cementing themselves further as a proper noble house. Now in its fifth generation, with Lord Warreck and his brood, that the house goals began to shift. Four generations before him spent their lives building both resource and knowledge, and with that to stand Warreck put his efforts instead into trade. Lining the family coffers with gold and amassing a large fortune. While they still couldn’t shake a stick at the Tyrells, House Tilden had become a point of envy amongst the small families of The Reach.
The lush gardens that took up the majority of the courtyard were oddly quiet. With the five children of the lord and lady, three of whom were still toddlers, it was a rare time to not hear the sounds of play. Instead only Lord Warreck and his eldest daughter Naeva were walking the path, chatting quietly. It was that short time of day when the adults were awake while the little ones still snored in the nursery. It therefore came as a shock when they heard the telltale sound of the castle gates opening.
“Are you expecting someone, Father?” Naeva asked politely, hearing the footsteps making its way towards them. Lord Warreck only shook his head in response and continued with their previous conversation of suitors for the young lady. Whoever it was he was certain they were no threat as no alarm had sounded. It was a few moments later that the man owning the footsteps found them caught up. He bent to one knee, rising again immediately.
“M’lord,” He stopped, clearly out of breath. The Tilden gardens never were difficult to get lost in, especially to those unfamiliar with them. “I have word from Lord Tyrell,” He pulled a scroll from his bag, holding it out for Lord Warreck. Rolling out the scroll only a few inches from his face, Lord Warreck strained his eyes to read. His old age was creeping up on him rather quickly he found. Naeva stood on her toes and attempted to read over his shoulder.
“It says that King Baratheon is dead, father,” She spoke boredly.
Lord Warreck had to stop himself from shaking his head at her indignation, “I saw that. It also says that Lord Tyrell wants us to back him in Renly’s claim…” He read further down, “It would appear that Joffrey is not Robert’s son.” The possibilities raced through his mind and how his family could benefit, regardless of the outcome. Turning back to his daughter to continue their ritual morning walk. Naeva wore dark smirk on her delicate features, only scarcely hidden by the vibrant red of her hair.
'Kay, it's up. Sorry I took so long. Let me know if everything is up to snuff. Also where I have them located (I couldn't find a good way to describe is IC) is in between Highgarden and Ashford, so just a few leagues east of the Dornish Marches.
Bump~
Hello, Eskimolander here! Eski for short is just lovely though. I am returning to roleplaying after a tumultuous few months, hoping to get back into full swing. I do however have a slight problem. When it comes to worlds and characters I can come up with just about anything in a flash, in fact I take a bit of pride in it. It's actual, tangible plots I have issues with. Which is where you come in! Right about here, a typical interest check would begin a list of various plots and pairings that the OP is craving, hoping that one would strike a readers fancy. This is not a typical interest check though. Instead of that all too common setup, I will be instead asking you for your plots and pairings and seeing if they strike my fancy! Absolute insanity, right? I'll list a few rules I have, and a few tropes I typically enjoy. You will come at me with something you're craving and if I like it, I'll let you know. Isn't nice to have a bit of control? Indeed.
So, rules?
As for tropes? I like...
Now keep in mind, those are just preferences. I will give ever idea a chance. If you have any questions towards me, go ahead and post below or PM me. Thank you in advance! Plot-block is a serious problem and every bit of help is greatly appreciated.
So, rules?
- Please be fairly active, or at least alert me to absences. Any longer than 7 days and I consider the RP abandoned.
- Let's be friends! A decent line of communication outside the RP is nice and helpful
- Threads preferrable. I like the forum threads here, they're neat and organized. PMs can get sloppy fast and are better for talking anyways.
- We fade to black 100% of the time. There will be no diverting to another forum or communication methods to continue with 'heated exchanges'.
As for tropes? I like...
- Aliens, Sci-fi
- Fantasy, with an emphasis on demons
- Post Apocalyptica
- Steampunk
- History
- "Taboo" Relationships, excluding incest
Now keep in mind, those are just preferences. I will give ever idea a chance. If you have any questions towards me, go ahead and post below or PM me. Thank you in advance! Plot-block is a serious problem and every bit of help is greatly appreciated.
Anyone interested? Maybe some advice for a possible plot?
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