Kautalya

THE OUSAMA GAME | a Short-Term Horror

sorry i’ve been busy with school work but i’ll deff get it done by today!!

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great ! just a few more people and I'd probs get the OOC up soon

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_umm

I just wanted to revamp my old rp

_and

I've been in the mood for zombies ;)

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קl๏t

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The world is under threat by an apparent zombie menace. Following the nature of any sort of disaster, this virus epidemic seemed to arise out of the blue. It had been festering overseas until it spread worldwide. Police were unable to stop the concurrent bloodbath. Scientists were at a stupor, unable to find even the semblance of a cure.

Now this virus was a little different from the usual zombie apocalypse trope popular media tends to dish out. They're not all slow and shuffling since the virus manifests differently in different people. They can also be fast and agile; worse of all, they learn. They're moving with the sole purpose of killing and infecting in order to further their newfound species.

You read that right. The virus gave way to evolved species that transcend all human aspects. And they will stop at nothing to make sure they survive. Will you?

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Skyline Academy is a juvenile detention center and just as the name suggests, it houses persons under the age of majority (18) who have committed a crime. This academy is built to function as a secure prison.

There are four main buildings. Two residential buildings located on opposite ends of the area; the female and male dorms. These are divided into 12 rooms, designed to hold 4 inmates each if there were to be a full house. The rest of the buildings contain the solitary confinement rooms, classrooms, a dining hall, and administrative offices. The academy currently houses 144 residents in all--20 guards, 124 inmates (74 male, 50 female).

The inmates follow a strict, constant schedule. Wake-up call is at 6:30AM, thereafter the convicts are required to complete domestic chores. They start by cleaning the floor, washing up, roll-call, morning cleaning, meditation, breakfast, roll-call, morning assembly, exercise, vocational training, studies and lectures, roll-call, meditation, lunch, free time and then further studies.

The facility is surrounded by high walls all around and is located on a cliff; perfectly designed to keep its inmates in. Aside from the front entrance, jumping over the walls would result in immediate death at the hands of rocks or the raging waves down below.

There are watchtowers along the walls of the facility; one in each corner. Here there are guards stationed in order to keep an eye on the whole field at all times. Guards also act as the teachers during the studies and lectures.

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_{A few of the infected have evolved into specific species with unique traits; below the ones encountered most often are explained.}

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These infected have evolved to resemble and mimic canine-like features. Aside from their obvious speed, these creatures are cunning. Rather than outright attack--they're a patient bunch--in a frenzy, they would plan your capture. These infected also understand the notion of storing food; your death would be an excruciatingly slow one if you were to be caught by these guys. They designate an area as a pantry where they store away the remains, always making sure to cripple the prey by eating the limbs first.

If your character can outrun a dog at full speed, then you might be able to escape from these guys. So while they are fast, it isn't impossible to escape them.

These guys right here? Hideous af. And I wish that was the only thing to them, you know? The fact that they're so dang ugly it's enough to kill you on the spot. But nope; these sealion-like morbosities are characterized by their bulky physique. All that blubber and fat makes it close to impossible to off one of these monsters in one hit.

Additionally, as their appearance suggests, these creatures are able to breathe and swiftly move underwater. But, this makes them vulnerable on land seeing as how their movements are restricted. Do note, however, that they also have arms (ew) so they can and will grab onto you.

These are the most common and most abundant of the infected. They still preserve their humanlike appearance and whichever skill it may have had before becoming infected. For example, if the human had previously been a bodybuilder with killer muscles, then its infected form would have ridiculous strength. Or if Usain Bolt ever became infected, good luck outrunning that one right there.

What sets apart these infected from the more evolved ones is the fact that a good number of them would still go about their days as if they were still normal humans. They're still driven by their insatiable hunger, but instead of roaming endlessly, they'd be taking a stroll in the park or go about some grocery shopping. This is extremely dangerous because one could easily be tricked and believe that they're not infected.

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✣ Truly Damned ✣

^{Time: Morning
Location: Spring Hill; Cafeteria
Interactions: Jules - @Pyxis}

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The brunette clicked her pen twice, tapping her foot silently on the floor repeatedly. "Eridania," she rubbed her temples as a crisp sigh escaped her lips. "You promised me that you'd share your problems," Heather rubbed her palms together before continuing, "but you haven't spoken a single word since we sat here." Eridania's eyes stared tiredly at the glass window, rubbing her finger tips along the frame as she watched the gloomy weather take place.

“It's been my experience that you can nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind firmly that you will.”

The seated girl turned to face Heather, a smile rising to her eyes. "Don't you just love how you can sit still for hours and hours and hours--even days! Or months! Or years! And never get bored." Eridania grabbed her strands of hair, wrapping them around her face as she kept rambling on. "An imagination of a person can sure keep the person busy! I know because I've experienced such delighted situations of said imaginations! Oh Ms. Chang you have to try it."

It was one thing after another that escaped the full lips of Eridania. As if her tall lanky figure and the disheveled long hair didn't already tarnish the impressions many had of her--the talkative mouth of her's added more to the list. Heather leaned back into the chair, a third click to the pen as she pushed it down on her clipboard. "Well, you'd have to tell me how. Not many can have such amazing imaginations as yours, Eridania." The girl giggled, letting the hairballs that filled up her clutched hands fall to her calves. "I could go on and on!" She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the armchair. "I'm so glad I've found my own kindred spirit! Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It's splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world!"

Sparkles swam their way out her brown eyes as she went out of her way to grab the therapists hands, "Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive--it's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we know all about everything, would it? There'd be no scope for imagination then, would there?" She paused before Heather could respond, turning her attention to the window. "However, with such an interesting world we have--our imaginations sure can't compare to the reality we face." Eridania hands let go of Heather's, slumping back down on her chair with a disappointed face, "What boring weather."

And, with that, their session was done. No words were exchanged as Heather got up, giving Eridania's shoulder a squeeze before heading out.

With each click and tap to Heather's heals, Eridania closed her eyes and felt lost in the world she confided herself in. As if time went on for years, the last tap to Heather's heals ended off to a slam to the door.

As if on queue, Eridania bolted out of her chair and with a dance to her steps--she grabbed the hems of the curtains and wrapped them around her. "Oh sir Ronalds! Listen to the chirps of the trees as the leaves sing wonderful notes to us! Isn't it wonderful! Oh, how I love the weather of a sunny morning."

It wasn't sunny.

It was fall.

Eridania twirled as the white curtains hugged themselves on her waist, catching the stray strands of hair that fell from her shoulders. She giggled in delight, raising her hands in a princess manner, gleeing and blushing when the so-called-Sir-Ronald's lips kissed her fingertips.

She let the curtain fall to her side and with a skip to her step, Eridania left the room, heading her way to the cafeteria.

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The adventure towards the cafeteria consisted of her humming tunes with a flow to her steps. Eridania's dark hair fell like a curtain of silk to the top of her ankles where the deep brown eyes captivated her sleepless nights. A tall slender build skidded to a stop of the entrance of the cafeteria, where her eyes traced each table; a thought racing through her mind--where should I sit?

Immediately, Eridania spotted out a figure in the distance. The sunglasses had caught her attention and her not being hungry, Eridania marched her way towards the person. She loudly pushed the chair back, hopping onto it and sitting down with a wide smile.

"Aren't you missing out on so so so so so so! Many wonderful images with those sunglasses!?"

OUSAMA GAME [ Short-term Horror/Gore ]

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Mobius Academy: City in the Sky | A MHA Inspired Marvel RP

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✣ Truly Damned ✣

Eridania Soh

“It's delightful when your imaginations come true, isn't it?”

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_{【 Appearance 】}

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Standing at a tall 5'8," Eridania's lanky stature isn't the first thing that most people tend to notice about her; as it's usually the long, black streaks of hair that falls down to her hips. Birthmarks trace the left side of her face, three dots falling down in a line on her cheek.

_{【 Name 】}

__________________________________
Eridania Soh

_{【 Age 】}

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19

_{【 Birthdate 】}

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20/December

_{【 Perceived Gender】}

__________________________________
Female

_{【 Sexuality 】}

__________________________________
Questioning

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Soh

_{『』【" . . . Why are you at Spring Hill? . . . "】『』}

_

PTSD & Paranoid personality disorder. In hopes of escaping her cult, she came to Spring Hill. However, they could be hiding anywhere--even in the one place she finds to be safe.

_{『』【 . . . Residency. . . 】『』}

_

5 months.

_{『』【 . . . Negative Effects . . . 】『』}

_

The medication has caused Eridania's PTSD to rise intensely, causing her memories from the time she had her body dirtied come alive; keeping her in a disillusioned state. She'd become an empty shell, reverting back to the times where she had devoted her whole life to the moon and stars.

_{『』【 . . . Positive Effects . . . 】『』}

_

The medication has helped Eridania to be less paranoid and sleep much better at nights.

All seeing eye: Eridania is able to see anything in a 360 view, whether its close or far from her. She just need's to keep her eyes open for 10 seconds to activate it. Her weakness would be how she can't have it for more than 10 seconds, and she can't blink during the process.

_{『』【 . . . Personality . . . 】『』}

_

_{- Happy-go-lucky - Overemotional - high-spirited - . . . - Imaginative - Clingy - Unreliable -}

Despite having such a background, Eridania Soh was known to be talkative with an extensive vocabulary. Her imagination allowed her to write and tell stories, where it was her favorite past time during her time at the cult. Telling and writing stories for the higher ups about the mythical beings that watched them from the stars, where she found acceptance for whenever someone complimented her works. Although her imagination served a good purpose, Eridania's creativity can sometimes get out of hand and she likes to escape reality. She'll create a world for just her, with her surroundings as her tools for the story. Eridania would play it out and fall so into her imagination, that she would forget herself and those around her. It's as if, she's in a play, acting out her world of creativity to her audience.

_{『』【 . . . Biography . . . 】『』}

_

“Remember, my love, if you’re ever in trouble, just hold out your hand, palm out, and you will get the help you need, no matter where you are. The moon is forever your savior, remember that.”

Eridania laid on the cold concrete, the metallic, bitter tang of blood clothed her mouth. She stared up longingly towards the night sky, it was a full moon that night, and all the stars were out. With no strength left in her, Eridania couldn't blink nor close her eyes. All she did was stare deeply at the moon, pleading for forgiveness--even if she hadn't done anything wrong--Eridania still begged with all her might. She needed help and the moon who was supposed to be her savior, spat at her humiliating state; condescendingly watching Eridania muffle a scream.

With the remembrance of the words that was embedded in her head, and in desperation, Eridania held both arms up with her palm upturned toward the moonlight. Her throat aching and pleading her for water, her dry lips pursed, the body of her's colored in bruises, and her white nightgown tattered and pulled apart. Opening her mouth to speak to the heavens, nothing left her cracked lips but instead a tear fell from the eyes that once fell in love with the moon. Now she looked up at the big rock in anger, in disgust, cursing up at the one who was supposed to protect her and nurser her.

Eridania plopped her arms back down beside her, groaning in pain. Her eyes trailed and she observed her surroundings. A wooded area and black cloaks spread out in circles as candles blurred her observations. She had blocked out the sounds of the choir preaching, but as a ringing came to her ears she heard every word escaping the one voice that was louder than the others.

The girl knew exactly what had happened--in fact, she had been told the day before what was going to take place. However, no one prepared her for what she was going to feel. Eridania was promised the life of a star after death, the sparkling one that never lost it's life to it; she was promised a life of happiness after death. Not the dirtying of her sacred body where her innocence was forever lost that night, or the destroyed idea that the moon and the stars weren't her saviors, or the betrayal of the "family" she grew to trust.

Being born into a cult wasn't something Eridania deemed as strange or horrible, in fact, she never knew it was described as a cult--rather than just a big family. They believed in the moon gods and the stars as their protectors, girls young as 13 were seen as old enough, spouses slept around freely, everyone had to live in groups of ten in a room; sometimes there weren't even enough space. Prayers consisted of sitting in a circle with all hands held and woman in the middle where drawings would be carved onto her body. The moonlight bathing her.

No one thought wrongly of it, everyone was naive and so was Eridania.

Eridania's mother had several kids, a total of 10 or more and her father who was a stoic man never spoke to Eridania since he always would forgets she was his kid. Her mother was devoted to their ruler and the gods that sang with the stars. She drilled their practice onto Eridania ever since birth.

Eridania fell in love with the heavens of the moon and stars, she devoted her upbringing to them and in times of a rough moment in her life, she prayed. Her whole life was to pray.

She was fine with that. Everyone else was, so why wouldn't she be?

But, when she was stripped from her innocence and had her body be used as a canvas by several people; Eridania grew to understand fear.

On the night of the twelfth choosing, Eridania ran off into the night sky with just her white nightgown. Memories of her childhood sparkled and she cried out, in despair and of joy.

Her days and nights spent on the streets gave her chills and fear that the cult was perhaps, following her. Waiting for Eridania to be in her lowest and take her back, only to again, destroy her body. She'd wake up, sweating and wearing a disheveled look, flipping her head around in hopes to not come across the cult. Since every part of her managed to convince Eridania that they were always hiding in the shadows, under the protection of the moon, waiting to attack her once again.

After living off the streets for a few weeks, starving and what she believed to have been--her dying state. Eridania spotted a small sign that mentioned about Spring Hill. She took upon the offer immediately, mainly for shelter; but because she felt that any minute now, they were going to snatch her and feed Eridania off to the moons.

As she clutched on to the paper, wrinkling the corner, Eridania clenched her stomach and walked off towards Spring Hill.

_{『』【 . . . Trivia . . . 】『』}

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☁ Enjoys the company of bugs, a beetle is her favorite.
☁ Big reader but ironically she enjoys non-fiction rather than fiction.
☁ Hates video games.
☁ Eridania's mother is Hispanic while her father is Korean. Although she looks nothing like her mother, she's not afraid to embrace her Hispanic roots.

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“It's delightful when your imaginations come true, isn't it?”

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_{【 Appearance 】}

__________________________________
Standing at a tall 5'8," Eridania's lanky stature isn't the first thing that most people tend to notice about her; as it's usually the long, black streaks of hair that falls down to her hips. Birthmarks trace the left side of her face, three dots falling down in a line on her cheek.

_{【 Name 】}

__________________________________
Eridania Soh

_{【 Age 】}

__________________________________
19

_{【 Birthdate 】}

__________________________________
20/December

_{【 Perceived Gender】}

__________________________________
Female

_{【 Sexuality 】}

__________________________________
Questioning

---

---

Soh

_{『』【" . . . Why are you at Spring Hill? . . . "】『』}

_

PTSD & Paranoid personality disorder. In hopes of escaping her cult, she came to Spring Hill. However, they could be hiding anywhere--even in the one place she finds to be safe.

_{『』【 . . . Residency. . . 】『』}

_

5 months.

_{『』【 . . . Negative Effects . . . 】『』}

_

The medication has caused Eridania's PTSD to rise intensely, causing her memories from the time she had her body dirtied come alive; keeping her in a disillusioned state. She'd become an empty shell, reverting back to the times where she had devoted her whole life to the moon and stars.

_{『』【 . . . Positive Effects . . . 】『』}

_

The medication has helped Eridania to be less paranoid and sleep much better at nights.

All seeing eye: Eridania is able to see anything in a 360 view, whether its close or far from her. She just need's to keep her eyes open for 10 seconds to activate it. Her weakness would be how she can't have it for more than 10 seconds, and she can't blink during the process.

_{『』【 . . . Personality . . . 】『』}

_

_{- Happy-go-lucky - Overemotional - high-spirited - . . . - Imaginative - Clingy - Unreliable -}

Despite having such a background, Eridania Soh was known to be talkative with an extensive vocabulary. Her imagination allowed her to write and tell stories, where it was her favorite past time during her time at the cult. Telling and writing stories for the higher ups about the mythical beings that watched them from the stars, where she found acceptance for whenever someone complimented her works. Although her imagination served a good purpose, Eridania's creativity can sometimes get out of hand and she likes to escape reality. She'll create a world for just her, with her surroundings as her tools for the story. Eridania would play it out and fall so into her imagination, that she would forget herself and those around her. It's as if, she's in a play, acting out her world of creativity to her audience.

_{『』【 . . . Biography . . . 】『』}

_

“Remember, my love, if you’re ever in trouble, just hold out your hand, palm out, and you will get the help you need, no matter where you are. The moon is forever your savior, remember that.”

Eridania laid on the cold concrete, the metallic, bitter tang of blood clothed her mouth. She stared up longingly towards the night sky, it was a full moon that night, and all the stars were out. With no strength left in her, Eridania couldn't blink nor close her eyes. All she did was stare deeply at the moon, pleading for forgiveness--even if she hadn't done anything wrong--Eridania still begged with all her might. She needed help and the moon who was supposed to be her savior, spat at her humiliating state; condescendingly watching Eridania muffle a scream.

With the remembrance of the words that was embedded in her head, and in desperation, Eridania held both arms up with her palm upturned toward the moonlight. Her throat aching and pleading her for water, her dry lips pursed, the body of her's colored in bruises, and her white nightgown tattered and pulled apart. Opening her mouth to speak to the heavens, nothing left her cracked lips but instead a tear fell from the eyes that once fell in love with the moon. Now she looked up at the big rock in anger, in disgust, cursing up at the one who was supposed to protect her and nurser her.

Eridania plopped her arms back down beside her, groaning in pain. Her eyes trailed and she observed her surroundings. A wooded area and black clocks spread out in circles as candles blurred her observations. She had blocked out the sounds of the choir preaching, but as a ringing came to her ears she heard every word escaping the one voice that was louder than the others.

The girl knew exactly what had happened--in fact, she had been told the day before what was going to take place. However, no one prepared her for what she was going to feel. Eridania was promised the life of a star after death, the sparkling one that never lost it's life to it; she was promised a life of happiness after death. Not the dirtying of her sacred body where her innocence was forever lost that night, or the destroyed idea that the moon and the stars weren't her saviors, or the betrayal of the "family" she grew to trust.

Being born into a cult wasn't something Eridania deemed as strange or horrible, in fact, she never knew it was described as a cult--rather than just a big family. They believed in the moon gods and the stars as their protectors, girls young as 13 were seen as old enough, spouses slept around freely, everyone had to live in groups of ten in a room; sometimes there weren't even enough space. Prayers consisted of sitting in a circle with all hands held and woman in the middle where drawings would be carved onto her body. The moonlight bathing her.

No one thought wrongly of it, everyone was naive and so was Eridania.

Eridania's mother had several kids, a total of 10 or more and her father who was a stoic man never spoke to Eridania since he always would forgets she was his kid. Her mother was devoted to their ruler and the gods that sang with the stars. She drilled their practice onto Eridania ever since birth.

Eridania fell in love with the heavens of the moon and stars, she devoted her upbringing to them and in times of a rough moment in her life, she prayed. Her whole life was to pray.

She was fine with that. Everyone else was, so why wouldn't she be?

But, when she was stripped from her innocence and had her body be used as a canvas by several people; Eridania grew to understand fear.

On the night of the twelfth choosing, Eridania ran off into the night sky with just her white nightgown. Memories of her childhood sparkled and she cried out, in despair and of joy.

Her days and nights spent on the streets gave her chills and fear that the cult was perhaps, following her. Waiting for Eridania to be in her lowest and take her back, only to again, destroy her body. She'd wake up, sweating and wearing a disheveled look, flipping her head around in hopes to not come across the cult. Since every part of her managed to convince Eridania that they were always hiding in the shadows, under the protection of the moon, waiting to attack her once again.

After living off the streets for a few weeks, starving and what she believed to have been--her dying state. Eridania spotted a small sign that mentioned about Spring Hill. She took upon the offer immediately, mainly for shelter; but because she felt that any minute now, they were going to snatch her and feed Eridania off to the moons.

As she clutched on to the paper, wrinkling the corner, Eridania clenched her stomach and walked off towards Spring Hill.

She just wants to be safe.

_{『』【 . . . Trivia . . . 】『』}

_
☁ Enjoys the company of bugs, a beetle is her favorite.
☁ Big reader but ironically she enjoys non-fiction rather than fiction.
☁ Hates video games.
☁ Eridania's mother is Hispanic while her father is Korean. Although she looks nothing like her mother, she's not afraid to embrace her Hispanic roots.