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7 yrs ago
Happy 10th Anniversary, RolePlayer Guild! Its been one hell of a ride (Definitely didn't misspell that as "help" the first time, and have to re-post it)
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8 yrs ago
Thank the lord for the Roleplay Guild. Otherwise I might actually have to pay attention in lectures
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8 yrs ago
"Remember the times you could have pressed quit - but you hit continue" Hope everyone's having an alright day. If not, I hope things pick up for you
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8 yrs ago
You shot Church, you team killing fucktard!
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8 yrs ago
My sister saw me watching the Co-Optional Podcast and thought I was skyping my friends. How ridiculous! I don't have friends.
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The Dyslexia is strong with this one.

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@Valeriana Looks excellent! A little brief, but I like what's there. Feel free to move Tara into the CS tab. She is accepted.
@MegaOscarPwn The CS tab is really only for accepted characters (the OOC is for applications), but I like the look of Oscar, so feel free to leave him there.
Hey, this is quite interesting, I may create a character if that's alright with you my duder.


More than okay, my friend!
Excellent, glad to hear it guys.

Look forwards to seeing what everyone comes up with!
Added a little section at the end of my post, to address Tharx's response to Theo.




Geurchville, Louisiana. A small, stagnant village, surrounded by murky swamps and crooked trees. A settlement rife with crime and poverty, still suffering in the aftermath of the closure of the Robert and Sons boat yard. When legitimate business began to fizzle out, the Laurent Family stepped in, and Geurchville slowly started sinking beneath a wave of organized crime; rising up around it on all sides, like so much swamp water.

In generations gone by, the Laurents were considered to be little more than white trash vandals, but they’ve taken Geurchville’s failings, and twisted them into their own successes. The production and distribution of Cannabis has given the Laurents a means to strong arm their way into the larger criminal underworld, forming a partnership with drug cartels, further down south.

Whilst local law enforcement fought long and hard to crack down on the Laurents, the up and coming crime syndicate has become a much stronger guarantee of a steady wage than any other establishment in all of Geurchville, so it didn’t take long before individual officers starter turning a blind eye to their extralegal activities, and from there it was only too easy to get the Sheriff in the Laurent’s pocket. As Geurchville was transformed into a hornet’s nest of thugs and delinquents, huge swathes of lowlife troublemakers became drawn toward the once peaceful village, in search of a place where the drugs were cheap, and the laws lax.

It was around this time that things took an even greater turn for the worse in Geurchville.

Some time in March of 2016, the one percenter biker gang “The Bloody Moons” rolled into Geurchville, and a new era of crime and chaos came screaming down upon the unsuspecting village.

It wasn’t long before the Laurents and the Bloody Moons started butting heads, and it took only a few weeks before things escalated into brutal, bloodthirsty violence. With the Bloody Moons running their own illegal operations, in the form of gun smuggling and pushing heroin on Geurchville’s grimy streets, months of heated conflict have dropped both factions in a point where a full on gang war seems inevitable.

With Geurchville’s future on the rocks, only one thing is certain; things are bound to get worse from here on out.


OOC


Welcome to Geurchville is a sort of slice of life RP, set in a fictional village in the state of Louisiana, USA. The plot revolves around the rising tensions between the Laurent Family and the Bloody Moon gang, with players able to pick a side in the conflict, or place themselves somewhere in between.

Despite involving heavy elements of crime and violence, a focus will be placed on at least partial believability, and character development. If you want to play a flawless ninjas assassin, this probably isn’t the game for you. Equally, I’d much rather have a small group of committed players than a large roster of inactive members, so if you’re not sure that you can spare enough time to properly get engrossed in the RP, it might be worth giving this one a miss.



Character Sheet


Please post applications in the OOC tab. The CS tab is for accepted characters. Feel free to get creative with the template, so long as the fundamentals are still intact.

Name/Nicknames:

Gender:

Age:

Appearance: (Short, physical description of your character/picture/both. No manga, please.)

Personality: (A couple of paragraphs to describe how your character behaves, and what drives them. The more detail the better, although I don’t expect an essay.)

Bio: (A brief synopsis of what got your character to this point, and how they function within Geurchville. They can be a previous resident, or somebody who arrived only recently.

As with before, brownie points for detail.)

Other: (Any other notes, pieces of information, etc that you wish to include)





Tiberius Thrax
Collab between Kingfisher and his good friend himself



Thrax’s crimson uniform always seemed to be stained with ash. He kept himself healthy, and his attire crisp, but a stray flek from his cigarette would often worm its way through the air, leaving a small white smear on the otherwise pristine suit of red.

The Captain of the Overseers took one last drag from his cigarette, feeling the grimy rush of nicotine flood back into his lungs, before casting it to the ground, and stomping out the final hiss of flame with the heel of his boot.

Brandon Karras rounded the corner a few moments later, slipping into a patch of artificial light, and wading over to the smooth stone wall that Thrax was stood by. He was a tall, broad man. Bigger than Thrax, with coarse brown hair, and a scarred face.

“You’re brave to come alone.” Karras grinned, flashing a sharp, white smile.

“I could say the same for you.” Thrax replied in his usual dry manner.

“You trying to scare me, hawk?” Karras snapped, something feral flashing in his dull grey eyes.

“What’s this all about, Karras?” Thrax asked calmly, unflinching in his demeanor “I can’t just slip away without being noticed.”

“Thought I might call in a little favour, Thrax,” Karras said with a dark smirk “given how me and the boys helped you out with Mister McGarth, ‘un all.”

Thrax sighed internally.

“I don’t have time for this, Karras. Order needs to be maintained.”

“Oh, you’ll make time for me, father hawk,” the large man hissed “or there will be repercussions.”

Thrax paused, slipping both hands into his pockets.

“Was that a threat, Karras?” He asked, raising one eyebrow.

“You bet it was, hawk.”

Thrax’s eyes flickered shut, as he afforded himself one brief moment to simply relax and breath.

“That’s all I needed to know.”

With a flash of steel, Tiberius Thrax bolted forwards, the blade of his combat knife swooping through the air, as it came sweeping out of his coat pocket. Before Karras could react, the cold, sharp steel was biting into his neck, digging through flesh, whilst an eruption of dark red blood bubbled out of the neat tear that the blade had made.

Karras swayed, but Thrax caught him as he fell, wrapping his arms around the larger man’s body, and slowly easing him to the ground.

“That was a rather stupid thing to say, Karras,” Thrax sighed, as the convict coughed and jolted, blood trickling out of his mouth “and I’m afraid it's cost you dearly.”




About a week or so later, Thrax was taking a drag from his third cigarette of the day, stood not too far from one of the Muse's theatres, as a steady procession of colonists began to file into cover, spurred on by the dull ringing of one of the colony's watch bells.

Out of the rabble came Callahan, the so-called "Spartan King" of the Vanguard.

"Aw... The Big Bad Wolf ain't so big and bad now, is he?!", the Spartan chuckled, patting Thrax on the head.

"How about you keep your hands on that lovely wife of yours, and away from me, Callahan?" Thrax snapped, shrugging the vanguard off "Last time I spoke to one of you types I was a hawk, but now it seems I'm a wolf. If only your kind were half as good at doing your job, as you were at forgetting which type of animal you've decided to brand me as."

Surprise! Yes, first two posts have just been released. I figured since there is definitely hype for this roleplay to start, to go ahead and do just that while we're bursting with thrill. As for our two masterminds, they are coming soon, at least by the end of the weekend hopefully.

Now, as for posting order, I say first up is @Kingfisher with Captain Overseer Thrax, and after him will be @Apollosarcher with the Sheriff.

Oh and note about the Overseers, so all of their weapons have been confiscated by sentinels before entering Churchill.


Moving tomorrow, but I should be able to get something up over the next few days :)
Hmm. Maybe.


Hmmming intensifies
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