Neroq

Neroq's Depository

Demon Form

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Name: Revlum Neroq
Age: Unknown
Status: Single
Children: None
Profession: Demon Prince

Setting: Medieval Fantasy
Timeline: Unknown
Current RPs: 1v1

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Kingdom of Neroq

To say the demon prince of all things terrible, known to everyone else as Neroq, is bored is a complete and utter understatement. There's only so much treachory one can cause before whole kingdoms align themselves together to attack one demon. Hundreds of men wouldn't have been an issue, nor the scores of cavalry, or half a dozen pissed off kings and queens. Having grown weary with war Neroq took on a human form to cause less world catastrophes, merely causing mischief instead while in disguise.

With the passage of time Neroq has come into land, more than just a farm, but rather a sizable kingdom with servants, slaves, and the rest of the gambit. The people know nothing of their "king", nor do they even know that there is none. all they see is an empty throne as the 'sickly and dying' king is kept behind closed doors. Instead they look to the prince, Revlum Neroq. He's known as a tyrant, striking down those in his path merely because they looked at him wrong. None dare rise in his presence for fear of losing their head with a mere swipe of his sword, none truly know what he is either.

The kingdom lives in fear of the faceless king and the diabolical prince, kneeling in fear while trapped within the walls. Those smart enough to maneuver the treacherous politics either ally themselves entirely to the crown or do their best to fake it. Others plot to rise up against the crown and overthrow him entirely. Lastly, the lowest have accepted the fate of the kingdom, no longer fighting against the chains that bind them.

There is something Revlum did not account for, gaining the kingly crown of the very kingdom he built. The lie of a sickly king was one that was eaten up by the public and now by tradition he needs to marry another royal. While it would have been easy to just assume the throne the last thing he needed was to give the rebels more of a reason to fight, still battle weary from centuries past. Whether he takes a wife by force, or somehow find one willing to marry him, he knows its a deed that must be done.

Multiple Ideas- 18+ Preferably

Bump.

You attempt to access RoleplayerGuild, but find yourself in an alternate reality of the forum where the above avatar has replaced Mahz. What changes?

The site becomes weaponized. Misspellings and bad grammar cause your keyboard to explode. Posts that are late result in one shot to the leg for each hour until there's nothing left but stumps. Mechs loom over GMs with laser sights steady to force them to develop the next story arc whether their muse is talking or not.

Multiple Ideas- 18+ Preferably

@Fabricant451 I forgot to ask, did you want to have the RP in PMs or in a thread? I can do either.

Neroq's Depository

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Name: Sloane Neroq
Age: 32
Status: Single
Children: None
Profession: Coffee Shop Owner
Education: High School

Setting: Modern
Timeline: 2017
Current RPs: 1v1

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As Sloane often says, more so to himself than others, "the past is the past, I will not let it bear weight on my future". He has a childhood he'd rather forget, not due to tragedy or abuse but rather because he finds that it hardly made him the man that he is today. In his opinion his life didn't start until he joined the military, spending fourteen years in as a cryptologist.

During that time he was career driven, a "lifer" as so many came to call him. There were no women, or men for that matter, that swayed him away from his duties, he was determined and unshakable. In the middle of his fourth enlistment he suffered a heart attack, a conclusion to the built up stress to constantly perform at his peak and be the perfect soldier. The severity left him in need of a pacemaker, his own heart no longer able to regulate itself. Sloane pleaded with his commanding officers to allow him to stay on board but medical would not sign off thus he was honorably discharged.

Returning to the only place he ever called home he settled into San Francisco, California, where he was born and raised. His career had left him with so little free time he had amounted a sizable amount of cash, buying the old cafe he used to sit in as a kid and read for hours. The place was completely remodeled, turning the upper loft into his own apartment.

Now he passes the days running the coffee shop, even manning the register and preparing orders along side his staff. Its a boring life but he's making the most of it.

Neroq's Depository

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Name: Alex Neroq
Age: 24
Status: Single
Children: None
Profession: Coffee Shop Owner
Education: College Drop Out

Setting: Cyberpunk
Timeline: Early 3000s
Current RPs: 1v1

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There's a little coffee shop on the corner of 57th Street and Owl Overlook Boulevard, a popular little place among the locals that has been in business for quite some time. Alex's father ran the place for decades, the place a quiet nook for people to hide away from the public to enjoy a cup of coffee in peace, perhaps even a scone or two. Just above was a little two bedroom loft apartment that Alex called home her entire life. It was by no means a tragic life, raised by loving parents as a single child and given everything they could afford, it was a lovely picture in the face of cruelty of the dystopian underbelly.

Wanting to follow in her mother's footsteps of being a police officer Alex took up criminal justice in college while working in the coffee shop, mostly in the back with inventory and baking with her father. During her senior year her mother was gunned down during a routine call for assault and battery, having taken a full clip when she put herself between the victim and the perpetrator. Within weeks Alex dropped out of college to help her grieving father run the shop, doing anything and everything she could to keep the business going. A year later her father died, the coroner stated it was old age but she knew it was from heart break.

Now, just a couple years later, Alex continues to run the shop just as her father did, keeping it a safe haven for everyone no matter their background, creed, color, gender, or status. She still serves the same apple crumble and dark roast coffee special on Tuesdays, having kept the menu exactly as it is for now at least. It's all she can do to keep the shop the way people have known it, wanting to keep her home together in any way possible.

Multiple Ideas- 18+ Preferably

@Crawkid It's a wonderful path to follow and it can evolve as we go.

I can have a character up by tomorrow along with a thread if you like.

Multiple Ideas- 18+ Preferably

It could be the priestess tries to teach the assassin a better way of thinking, or maybe the assassin thinks the priestess is too naive.

@Crawkid

^Part One

Or maybe he is charmed by the more peaceful life and wants to keep the temple protected

@Crawkid

^Part Two

Or maybe some threat is lurking and he will teach the temple priestess how to fight it

@Crawkid

^Part 3

You basically just plopped out the whole story arc, we can do all three!

Multiple Ideas- 18+ Preferably

@Crawkid Sure! Did you have any specific idea in mind or just want to let things roll?

Multiple Ideas- 18+ Preferably

@Fabricant451 Let's take the night to think over character ideas. I'll get my sheet up tomorrow and start the initial post, I'll link them both once they're up.