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Arknights: The Dark Woods (ENDED)

Dragonheart

- The Old Woods -

Things moved quickly- someone he vaguely recognized had appeared and given them the opportunity to escape. That said, with Will-O-Wisp still clinging to him, there wasn't much he was willing to do- he was slower and heavier, and she was in a prime position to get injured.
That problem solved itself when the Vulpo dropped from his chest, throwing a cheeky taunt his way as she did. Her words, however, didn't register in Dragonheart's mind. His hand was already on his weapon, and he leapt down from his perch on the tree. He hit the forest floor and rolled, hefting himself up again faster than one might expect. His weapon was already in his hands, and he took only a moment to size up his surroundings;
Will-O-Wisp was on the wolf-thing now, and Wu was still holding it off with his admittedly intimidating shield. However, that thing was still mobile.
That was where Dragonheart decided to strike. With a roar, he tossed his Fangs of the Pit right at one of the wolf-thing's back legs. If luck was on his side, his attack would hit both of its legs and send it toppling completely. It would be a hard shot to miss, but sweeping one of its legs out would give Wu a break and let them pin it down instead of worrying about it staying mobile.
Especially since someone was now riding it.

He had to be careful; one wrong toss and he might accidentally impale Will-O-Wisp. This was the other reason he went low- if the wolf-thing suddenly turned, it might put his fellow Operator in harm's way. Friendly fire was on, after all.

Get the thing on its back, pin it down, and kill it. That's how it goes. Works with everything, even things that aren't animals.
Simple, quick, efficient.

The only downside was having to stare something in the eyes as you murdered it.

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@PaulHaynek@Lunarlord34

Untitled 'Occult Club' Mystery/Horror/Supernatural Roleplay

I did the thing;

roleplayerguild.com/topics/183305-bla…

Those of you who're done making your characters (bar Occult Club relationships if applicable) may upload your characters.

Blackharbour

Welcome to..
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BLACKHARBOUR

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The Plot.

The Occult Club of Blackharbour's Blackmoore College was originally founded as a joke. For a laugh.
Originally, it was invented as a way for the Club Leader to spend his time playing video games by himself, or maybe it was reading books?
Whatever it was, with the approval of the Dean of Blackmoore College, the Occult Club was given permission to make use of a small, dilapidated building at the northern end of the campus, nearby the large forest that encircles half of the town of Blackharbour. It was, at first, a gross and pathetic shack that was left to rot after over two decades of abandonment, so far from the rest of Blackmoore College's campus that it was oftentimes not even considered a part of the actual College.
Which made it perfect for the one who would become known as 'The Leader'.

Over the course of several months, the Leader turned what was originally a depressing, decades-old wreck into something that vaguely resembled an actual dwelling; with beds, couches, chairs, working lights, and even a now-restored and functional toilet. The Occult Club's 'secret hideout' was now a refuge, at least in name.
However, it soon began to see more use than just that of the Leader; more and more people joined for a plethora of reasons; not wanting to join a proper Club, running away from their life, or perhaps even running away from something far more sinister?
Whatever their reasons, the Occult Club managed to garner more attention than even the Leader expected, and soon enough a motley crew of people who might otherwise not be capable of coexisting together.. did just that.
Friends, they might call themselves.
But the one thing that everyone knew is that they were members of the Blackmoore College Occult Club.

Everything was fine. Good. Lovely.
Until, one day, the Leader stopped showing up.
Until, after a few days, his mother finally went to the police, distraught and terrified, and the information became public;
The Leader who created the Occult Club had vanished into thin air. Not a trace of him remained.
He just didn't come home one night, or the next, or the night after that. He'd vanished from the face of the Earth, and nobody had any clue where to or why.

Until, one night, when every member of the Occult Club was fast asleep, they had a dream.
The Leader, standing at the edge of Blackharbour Forest, smiling and waving.
With his eyes closed, and his mouth sewn shut with red cord.
Every night for the next week, they all had that same dream.

Until, on the last night, the Leader appeared with open eyes and open mouth, and spoke.
"Please find me."

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The People.

The people of Blackharbour are as normal as normal can be, at least for the most part. While the province has no lack of superstition or rumour, it's, in general, a rather nice place. A mix between a sleepy fishing hamlet, coast-side residential living, and a bustling if small city, the kinds of people you can find in Blackharbour seems to be infinite. The majority of people who make the province of Blackharbour their home are of the Christian or Catholic faith. That said, while it might just be a normal place to anyone who doesn't go against the town's beliefs, that's not at all the case for those who do.

With such deep and long-running roots in the Christian faith, anyone who the townsfolk could potentially see as problematic don't have long at all to wait until the stigma grows. People will give them the side eye, others may call them out on the streets. The faith runs very, very deep here, and those who don't follow what the locals consider the right path suffer for it. People will raise prices, people will refuse sales. People will direct their attentions towards you more often and more aggressively; because to them, you're a stain on the pristine, God-beloved land on which they've grown so much. Many people cite the lack of rain in South Central as a divine blessing, and many more attend the seemingly impossible-to-disturb grounds that surround the Old Church and the Convent.

Persecution has never been a stranger to Blackharbour. Ever since the city was founded and rebuilt by John Bell, there have been.. problems. A few lynchings here and there, the public trials and executions of assumed Witches who live in the Black Forest, even some racism here and there to make things more interesting. While to most Blackharbour is an idyllic place to live and pass on, anyone who has seen the underbelly of the beast in which they live will tell you that its fangs cut deep.

The one exception to this seems to be Hightown; never has any crime been punished as severely there as it has been elsewhere. They welcome all with open arms and cheerful smiles, while simultaneously sneering at and spitting on those they feel are beneath them. Those who refuse to live in Hightown once given the opportunity, especially, receive less than stellar treatment.

In the years after Blackmoore College was constructed and it brought in thousands of people, tensions had been slowly evaporating. With the arrival of certain outsiders, the people that lived within Blackharbour learned to live with their eccentricities; as long as it benefited them, of course. No longer do people sneer at others in the street because of what they wear, oh no; now they do it privately, stewing in their anger and self-righteousness.
One day, definitely, the people of Blackharbour will rip themselves apart. All they need is.. motivation.

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The Black Harbour.

Founded in 1843, the province of Blackharbour has seen several name changes throughout its lifetime. Originally founded as a convent for the Christian faith, it was abandoned when it was attacked and razed to the ground by an anti-religious cult. After this, an enterprising businessman brought the land, rebuilt the Convent, and then built a town around it. This same businessman knew that trade made towns, and thus he made sure to get what was then called Bel's Cove up and running. To his delight, he found that there were two things that made Bel's Cove truly unique; the first was the deep, plentiful silver mine just outside of the town's outskirts, but still on his land. Mining began immediately, and continued strong until 20 years prior to the founding of the Occult Club, when the mine suddenly caved in on itself.

The second uniqueness of Bel's Cove was the native wildlife; in the ocean nearby lives what appears to be a special type of sea snail, with a pitch-black shell. These live in what eventually came to be known as the Black Harbour; they can grow up to 2 meters in length, and their shells can grow as big as a person. Their shells deform with age, creating striking patterns, and they make wonderful art pieces when painted.
On top of this, the snails themselves, when cooked correctly, produce a uniquely bittersweet taste that is hard to truly find anywhere else. In fact, the flavour is so unique that Blackharbour actually exports a spice based on it to other places.
With all of these discoveries, Bel's Cove quickly boomed and turned from a small fishing hamlet into a fully-fledged port town.

However, in recent years, the Blackshell Snails have become more difficult to catch. They're slowly going extinct in order to keep up with the growing demand. The Union of Blackshell Protection was created in the province in order to keep them from dying out, and to protect them from poachers.
The name 'Blackharbour' is certainly an ominous one, but it's common knowledge that the town was named that because of the once-plentiful Blackshell Snails that, in a time long forgotten, coated the bottom of the harbour like a thick, black paste and made the ocean seem pitch-black.

In order to capitalize on the people moving to Blackharbour, the Blackmoore College was founded, and quickly gained plenty of staff and students alike. It's the only institution of higher learning in Blackharbour. While there may be several different primary schools and high schools, the only College is Blackmoore College.

What was once a single small seaside town is now an entire province complete with an entire city, a coastal town, the Black Harbour and the surrounding areas. To say that the place expanded would be a total understatement; from Old Rowan's Rest to Blackmoore College, the place is almost a city-state in of itself. Even if the rest of the world was destroyed, Blackharbour would keep running smoothly.

The Regions of Blackharbour

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Blackmoore College.
Over the years, Blackmoore College has expanded greatly. Now it has not one but six massive, multi-level buildings to accommodate all kinds of rooms, all for the thousands of students who attend it. Whether from Blackharbour itself or a nearby town, Blackmoore College has everything one could theoretically need; whether we're speaking in terms of capable staff, or facilities.
There's a large oval roughly the size of an actual football field, a large track for sprinters, a gym in every single building..
Basketball courts, tennis courts, swimming pools, Blackmoore College has it all; it even has a private beach specifically to teach Lifesaving skills, volleyball practice; the list goes on and on.
Blackmoore College is your one-stop shop for everything one could need on this side of the country.

Portside.
Portside is, as the name suggests, the portion of Blackharbour where the titular Black Harbour is. It's full of fish markets, docks, and the houses of those who run them. There seems to be an almost constant state of movement plaguing the area, as people work day and night to keep the Black Harbour running.
However, Portside is also infamous for the amount of assaults that occur there- people working late at night, some drunk, some angry; people get hurt, or people start shit.
The Blackharbour Police Department has had to intervene several times when brawls have broken out thanks to rowdy, drunk dock workers and sailors.
More common, however, is the discovery of disemboweled corpses hanging from the masts of ships.

The Blackshell Markets are positioned against the northern edge of the Black Harbour, flanked on both sides by other stalls set up by people hoping to fleece the poor fools who come from abroad to try them.
The majority of Portside's housing is to the south, near the Blackharbour Lighthouse, and across from the City's Southside.

The Central District.
Named the Central District before the City was even founded, this was the place where a lot of people set up their housing. It's a nice suburban area full of nice houses, nice people, and on some days, nice sunsets. Central benefits from its position in two ways; for one, it's right next to Blackmoore, making it the perfect place to live in Blackharbour when you want to send your (future) kids there. On top of that, it's close to both Lake Blackburn and the sea, making it easy to drive up prices to swindle potential buyers out of extra money.

South Central is a beach district- the kind of place where people walk around in shorts constantly, and the kind of 'beach life' is prevalent. It's oddly separated from Hightown's elitist attitude, the rampant problems that plague Portside, and the busy, sleep-when-I'm-dead vibes that the City gives off. If there was any part of Blackharbour that provided a clear, beautiful picture of the best things the area has to offer, South Central is it.
Along the coast runs a boardwalk upon which hundreds of shops and restaurants sit. It's a lovely thing, to sit there, eating fish and watching the sun set. Whenever you're there, it's like the troubles of the world just melt away.

"It never rains in South Central" is a common phrase.
Even when it rains elsewhere.

The City District.
The City itself was founded long after Bel's Cove, but eventually spread to become what is essentially a small yet dense city. A miniature metropolis. The City Central District is where the majority of businesses are located, with buildings just shy of being called skyscrapers dotting the landscape. Dividing City Central and City Northside is a man-made river connected to a man-make lake that is as of yet unnamed.

Northside is where a lot of restaurants and shops are, mostly because of the relative proximity to the Central District. There also happens to be plenty of apartments here, though they're a little expensive compared to the Central District. A lot of students at Blackmoore College live here, as it's easier to get an apartment with fellow students compared to getting a place in the Central District.

City Southside continues the tall, business-like skyline that City Central has, but slowly melts away into the Farmland that rings Blackharbour. The further away from City Central you get, the more that Southside turns into farmland. It's a slightly cheaper place in terms of living, but still manages to mostly remain 'city-like' until you reach the very edges.

The Farmland.
There's not much to be said about the Farmlands that surround the rest of Blackharbour. People who live here are, well, farmers, who take care of the land-based livestock. Dairy, meat, vegetables, fruit; you name it, and there's a farm for it. Also up in the Farmlands somewhere is the old silver mine that was shut down. Nobody knows where it is, though- it was struck from all maps because of a few idiots going there to explore and getting themselves killed.

It, like South Central, is a peaceful place relatively disconnected to the ambiguous darkness of Portside and the surrounding areas.

Hightown.
The first thing that a lot of people notice about Hightown is how it's locked away from the rest of Blackharbour. Massive walls keeps unwanted visitors out, flanked by cameras and even armed guards. Despite that, there's a few hidden ways to get into the place; if there wasn't, people wouldn't be throwing themselves from the Leap of Faith so often, would they?

Hightown is, to say the least, 'exclusive and exclusively elitist'. In order to even step foot past the walls, you have to 'look right', and according to the people who live there, most people look the opposite of right. People from Hightown just.. act different. Even those who attend Blackmoore College carry themselves completely differently from other people.

Hightown is situated around the still-standing manor that was originally constructed by the founder of Bel's Cove. To this day, his descendants live there, hidden away from the rest of Blackharbour along with the rest of 'the elite'. Going up into Hightown is actually something so coveted that there's a yearly competition to decide a group of 20 that get to spend a week up in Hightown and 'live as they do'.
Most people choose to never come back. People have abandoned their entire lives to live there.

Hightown counts for roughly 55% of Blackharbour's local Blackshell consumption. Its position makes it impossible to enter without going through the gates, or having to climb up the treacherous cliffs that ring it. A long, long time ago, the place where Hightown now sits was chosen to bear a military garrison because of its heavily defensible, nigh-impenetrable position.

The Black Forest.
The Black Forest; a place full of intrigue and rumours- werewolves, witches, you get the idea. The Black Forest is a colossal forest that dwarfs Blackharbour, stretching to the northwest to the southwest of the city-town. It wraps around to the west of Blackmoore College, cutting off any travel further that way, only coming to a stop when it meets the edge of the cliffs that line the ocean. In terms of raw size, the Black Forest is thrice as long from east to west as Blackharbour, and easily five times as long from bottom to top. Nobody has the guts to map it out, and probably for good reason.

The Leap of Faith.
The Leap of Faith is a fun name for a decidedly unfun spot. The Leap of Faith is situated at the height of the cliffs that ring the edge of Hightown, and it's become notorious over the years as the go-to place for people to toss themselves into the ocean below.
It became so notorious that several rumours began to spread that the ocean itself calls out to people who go there, begging them to leap into its embrace.
It was recently shut off by the local police department after a group of rich kids threw themselves to their deaths. Their bodies were never found.

Old Rowan's Rest.
Old Rowan's Rest is the name of the easternmost beach in the province of Blackharbour. It was originally a second settlement founded by a man named Rowan Rogers, a man who was rumoured to be a pirate or privateer who settled down. However, when the town was young, he and his family were killed by unknown means and the land was snapped up by the same person who founded Bel's Cove. Due to the violent nature of his and his family's murder, there's been no shortage of sightings of the old privateer or his kids along the beach.
However, people still flock to it and the little town that sits along the main road.

At night, however, beware the coast- for Old Rowan, still trapped in his eternal death throes, won't hesitate to shoot you dead.

The Church and Convent.
To the east of the City sits the old Church and Convent, straddling the edge of the manmade lake. It's a nice place, a notably large bit of land that belongs exclusively to those who staff the Church and the women who inhabit the Convent. Despite being so close to the city, everything seems peaceful in this area.
As if God Himself had blessed the grounds.

The Lighthouse of Blackharbour.
Perching on the edge of the cliffs that separate Portside and Old Rowan's Rest, the Blackharbour Lighthouse is an imposing sight. It seems almost large enough that it could cause the cliffs upon which it sits to collapse at any moment, and it has shone brightly for so long that even the oldest people in Blackharbour can remember it when they were young. Nobody is quite sure who lives there, as it's been perpetually locked and shut for decades now, but rumours abound about a mysterious figure cloaked in black, carrying a lantern from years long passed by, who stalks the streets of Portside at night and returns to the Lighthouse when the first rays of sun break the horizon.

Not even the Blackharbour Police Department have the keys, nor does the Mayor.

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The Map.

A crudely made map found on the Leader's personal computer. Several spots are marked on the map that correspond with places in the real world, but the dimensions of the Leader-made map are slightly off ever so much. It shows the major roads and districts, but a lot of landmarks are missing, like the Church and Convent. The map was released to his friends and family in a bid to get answers to his whereabouts;
Nobody had any clue.

The Leader's Map

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It almost seems as if it was hurriedly made..

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The Players.

There are two kinds of roles available to people interested in joining this roleplay;

Unset Roles are mostly the Occult Club members; these are blank slates that you can customize as much as you'd like. They can be of any College-like age, and you can be as free as you like with their backstory. However, please keep in mind that this is not a very high-fantasy roleplay.
That said, I want to stress this; there are supernatural elements present in this roleplay, so if your character is a little psychic or whatever, that's totally cool with me, but nothing too crazy.
At least at the start.
These roles also include 'Bystanders'; people who aren't directly affiliated with the Occult Club but are dragged into the story regardless.

Set Roles are specific roles that, if not filled, will be handled by me. These characters have their place in the story set in stone, but are pivotal to certain plot points; three examples that have the most importance are 'The Detective', 'The English Teacher', and 'The Leader's Mother'. Applying for any of these roles comes with some special requirements and what basically amounts to a Non-Disclosure Agreement for certain important things.

Character deaths are avoidable, but nobody has 'plot armour'. If your character, regardless of who they are, makes a fatal error, they will die. This does affect the ending of the roleplay, so if you want to 'win', don't die.

Keep in mind that members of the Occult Club have known each other for varying lengths of time by now, and are all quite friendly with each other. I actually encourage the development of their relationships both during the roleplay, and in character creation; are two of the Occult Club members dating? Maybe one joined the Occult Club because their friend or crush did?
I want the Occult Club to be a tightly-knit community of good friends and maybe more; a group of people who are genuinely affected by the disappearance of the Leader, and the events that come after it. Lone wolf types are okay, as long as they're happy to tag along and get engaged.
For any preexisting relations with the Leader, please PM me so we can use it as a plot point later on if you'd like to.
Also so I can give it a yes or no.

The Occult Club.
Torn apart by the loss of someone close, this ragtag group of misfits and not-so-misfits will have to endure much to see the light at the end of the tunnel before them.

The Leader and Founder of the Occult Club: definitely not played by @Kuroakuma or anything.
(I'll be highlighting roles in the hex codes that players use for dialogue. Please let me know your hex code if you want to use one specifically!)

The First Member of the Occult Club: Megan Connor, played by @geminironin

The Second Member of the Occult Club: Maxwell Sawyer, played by @sassy1085

The Third Member of the Occult Club: Reserved for @A Lowly Wretch

The Fourth Member of the Occult Club: Evelyn Wolfe, played by @Vocab

The Fifth Member of the Occult Club: Available

The Sixth Member of the Occult Club: Phoibe Graves, played by @KZOMBI3

The Seventh Member of the Occult Club: Reserved for @Bastian

The Bystanders.
Dragged into the oncoming storm without warning or reason, will these souls hold on and endure, or will they drown in the coming maelstrom?

The First Bystander: Cole Bentley, played by @addamas

The Second Bystander: Elexene Sothorett by @CosmicVixen

The Third Bystander: Reserved for @A Lowly Wretch

(It's totally fine if you want to play as someone unaffiliated with the Occult Club, but the priority goes to Occult Club members. They're the most important.
Or, perhaps, your character is the Leader's Childhood Friend? Maybe a person who works at a place one of the Club members frequents who heard the tale and got involved? An obsessive stalker?
The ball is in your court.)

The Chess Pieces.
Whether native to Blackharbour or not, these poor souls, too, have important roles to play. Whether or not they'll see the light of day, we will have to see.
May the Lord have mercy on them.

The Detective: Reserved for @Cu Chulainn
+ A Detective hired by an anonymous force to investigate the missing person's case.

The English Teacher (Female): Taken by @Kuroakuma
+ A teacher at Blackmoore College. She's been rumoured to engage in.. less than pure acts with students, but nobody has ever proven it.

The Leader's Mother: Taken by @Kuroakuma
+ A forlorn widow who cherished her only child greatly. Remarried the Leader's Father only two years prior.

The Dean of Blackmoore College (Male): Available
+ A well-known and well-liked man who gave permission to the Leader to create the Occult Club and refurnish the abandoned shack.

The Leader's Father: Available
+ A slightly aloof man who remarried the Leader's Mother two years prior. They were divorced, but remarried.

The Chief of Police: Reserved for @role model
+ What it says on the tin.

The Head of the Bell Family (Male or Female): Available
+ The current reigning Matriarch or Patriarch of the family that founded Bel's Cove. The true owner of Blackharbour, able to impose their will on almost anyone there. They own the land, and the land owns everyone else.

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The Details.

Below is the character sheet for this roleplay. While it isn't mandatory to use this exact layout or provide the exact details, the information I've asked for will be useful during the story for both myself and for others. If you want to keep things hidden and secretive, please PM me your 'complete' character sheet so I can make sure everything will run smoothly, then upload your 'secretive' version publically.
Trust me. Your secrets are safe with me.

Feel free to spruce up your character sheet as much or as little as you'd like. This, after all, is your canvas.
Faceclaims are anime characters.

Prototype Character Sheet

- Chapter I -

The External

Name:

Age: (18+)

Birthday: (Optional.)

Gender: (What gender do they identify as?)

Sex: (Male, Female, Intersex.)

Pronouns:

Country of Origin: (It's totally viable to have them a native of Blackharbour.
In which case, just put Blackharbour.)

Physical Description: (Includes fashion sense, their height + weight, etc. Go as in-depth or not as you'd like.)

Physical Disabilities: (Missing leg? Blind in one eye? Put anything like that here.)

Any differences from your provided picture/s?:

Other:

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- Chapter II -

The Internal

Brief Psychological Profile:

Mental Disabilities: (Whatever you'd like. Feel free to put nothing.)

Likes:

Dislikes:

Fears & Phobias:

Trauma: (If your character has any trauma and you want to keep this section private for any reason, please PM me the information and feel free to exclude this section from your character sheet until later on.
Character trauma is not mandatory.)

Secrets: (Same as the above.)

Hobbies:

Outlook on Life: (Another way to develop your character's personality more thoroughly. Bonus points if you write it in-character.)

Would they return a shopping trolley if nobody was around to see them do it?: (The most important question.)

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- Chapter III -

The Spirit

Religion: Any is fine. Please go into detail.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how strong is their Faith in that which they worship?:

On a scale of 1 to 10, how strong is their Faith in themselves?:

On a scale of 1 to 10, how strong is their Faith in others?:

What would it take to convince them to kill an innocent person?:

Would they ever resort to cannibalism in a desperate situation?:

Would they ever resort to cannibalism in a non-desperate situation?:

Does your character enjoy inflicting pain upon others, or having pain inflicted upon them?:

Has your character ever committed any crimes? If so, what were they? How severe?: (As much or as little detail as you're comfortable with.)

Does your character consider themselves a sinner?:

Why?: (You can keep this section a secret, too. You can keep any of the answers in this section a secret.. except from Blackharbour me. Gimme your dirty secrets.)

If the world ended, or was about to end, what would they do?:

Would they like to be a Hero?:

(Keep in mind that you can keep this entire section private from the others if you'd like. All I ask is that you show it to me via PMS so I can keep things running smoothly and.. for other reasons. Spoilers.)

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- Chapter IV -

The Past and Future

Brief Biography: (Or not-so-brief. If you want to write 7 paragraphs, go ahead. Give Blackharbour as much knowledge as you dare to. Just kidding~)

If your character could live a perfect life, what would that life be?:

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- Chapter V -

Blood Bonds

What is your character's relationship like with their immediate family?:

How many friends does your character feel as if they have?:

What's your character's relationship with the town of Blackharbour?:

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- Chapter VI -

The Supernatural

Has your character ever seen ghosts or worse?:

Does your character believe in the supernatural?:

Has your character ever been to Blackharbour's Lighthouse?:

Has your character ever eaten any Blackshells? If so, how often?:

Does your character have any psychic abilities? If so, please describe them:

Has your character ever seen someone jump from the Leap of Faith?:

Has your character ever gone to jump from the Leap of Faith?:

Has your character ever seen the ghost of Old Rowan?: (I'll explain this when I update the location stuff.)

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- Chapter VII -

The Occult Club

(This section is for Occult Club members only. Remove it if unnecessary.
Unless, of course, your character has a reason to fill in these questions, that is.)

What was your character's relationship with the Leader?:

What do they remember the Leader's name as?: (Make a name and stick with it.
Disregard the other's chosen names.
They don't know him like you did.)

When did they last see the Leader?: (This will require planning between you and me, but if you don't wanna bother with that, just go with 'after classes in the Occult Club's building on the last day of last month'.

What is your character's relationship with X?: (Make as many of these as you'd like, but this will be where you put your character's relations with fellow Occult Club members. This is probably going to happen last since people will need to plan their characters first, but like I said, this is a super important thing. Go as crazy as you'd like. Best friends since kindergarten? Enemies for life who put their differences aside during Occult Club time? The ball is entirely in your court, and the court of your fellow Club members.
X is a fellow member's name.)

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- Chapter VIII -

Miscellaneous

This is where you can put things that wouldn't fit anywhere else, or more things you want to add in.
Favourite song? Favourite colour or season? It's up to you what gets put here.
Consider this the final slice of your human canvas.

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The Rules.

I. No Godmodding in any way, shape or form. This includes manipulating other characters that are played by your fellow players, or by having your character avoid what I decree is certain death, via unnatural means. However, manipulating an NPC to get you where you need to go is 100% fine.

II. Your character very well may die. In the event of their untimely and brutal demise, you'll be allowed to make another character to stay in the roleplay if you'd like. However, this is your only second chance, bar.. certain developments.

III. Don't be an asshole. That shouldn't need to be said, but it has to be. I have zero tolerance for genuine rudeness from my players, whether towards me or anyone else. That said, I reserve the right to remove you from this roleplay if you act up. This includes the indiscriminate slaughter of your character/s offscreen.

IV. The themes in this story are mature, dark, and when we have such a diverse cast, some things may not be to your personal taste. As to how 'well' certain themes are handled, this is an entirely subjective matter, and thus you may be made uncomfortable by certain things that occur during this roleplay. This, once again, is a dark roleplay. It's designed to make you at least a little uncomfortable, but hopefully not enough to sour the entire experience permanently.
I don't anticipate that anyone might get hurt, but I'm making sure to put this down just in case.

V. This roleplay is mostly open-ended, but there are several major plot developments to help you along. This roleplay is able to be 'failed', and if you don't play your cards right, it very may well have a very bad ending. If that happens, that's it. No retries.
Unless, of course, you do some things right. ;^)

If it's not obvious, I'm not good at making rules. As long as you don't break the rules of the site, and aren't straight up being an asshole, we'll be fine. I trust my players to be respectable, respectful people, and to have fun with the roleplay. We're here to have a good time, all of us.
Except our characters.

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The Rest.

A place for miscellaneous information or other things.

Q: Why a College?
A: The themes and events of this story are.. mature, to say the least. I don't feel comfortable putting characters under 18 in the situations they're likely going to be, or giving them the backstory they may have. Making excuses as to why an 18+ character is still in High School is annoying enough, but an entire cast..? No thanks.
Also, High School roleplays happen all the time. This is basically the same deal with older characters, though, so..

Q: Filet-O-Fish?
A: Filet-O-Fish.

Q: is ghost a thing?
A: mmmlemaybe

Q: Should this be called Untitled Cult Game?
A: Definitely, but there's no cults involved. Everyone seems to think so, but there's DEFINITELY NOT.
No, I will not let you see my cultist robes. I haven't gotten the sea salt out of them yet.

Q: Are you adding more things to this section because you're stalling on making actual content?
A: You're too smart for your own good.

Q: What am I supposed to do?
A: Touch fluffy tail.

We have a Discord server if you're interested in joining. Please PM me if you want to join so I can send you the link.
Be warned, we're insane(ly attractive).

P.S: Bel's Cove is waiting for you.

Untitled 'Occult Club' Mystery/Horror/Supernatural Roleplay

Alrighty! Now that we've got a handful of completed character sheets, I'm thinking of making the roleplay page proper so you guys can upload them for the viewing pleasure of your fellow victims comrades! Naturally, we're still waiting on a bunch, but I figure it'll be good to have at least the existing Occult Club members up so that you guys can actually fill out that final little section.
Take your time with your character sheets, there's no need to rush.

I'm not sure if anyone's been in contact with each other, but I've also sent out PMs to people who want to join the Discord server + added those who sent me their username. If you want to join and haven't yet, just toss a PM my way.
Admittedly I'm a bit out of it today, so if I've missed anything, just let me know.

Untitled 'Occult Club' Mystery/Horror/Supernatural Roleplay

Waiting on character sheets still.
I've received a few, but the majority are yet to be sent through.

If anyone wants to PM me their Discord accounts, or leave 'em here, I'll throw up a Discord group.
I would put a link, but making a Discord account just to make a group, only to have nobody actually show up seems like a waste of time on my part. I'd like a few more people to put their names down first.

Arknights: The Dark Woods (ENDED)

Dragonheart

- The Old Woods -

Everything she said registered in his head, but he felt no real need to respond; she was carrying the conversation with herself wonderfully. Though, when the Caster asked his name, he nodded in confirmation. It seemed that heading to Riventor was their best bet, though he couldn't help but feel as if it was a bad idea.

The snapping of twigs brought his mind back to the moment, and before he'd even registered what that sound actually was, he'd extended his hand out towards his weapon and brought it flying back into his grip. He narrowed his eyes, watching as the massive, predatory.. thing moved into sight. He crouched down a little, readying himself for battle, but that decision, too, was made for him.

"Aren't you supposed to be a Caster?!" he hissed at his companion. With one hand, he held her, and with the other, he readied his sword. Wolves can't generally can't climb trees, but in this place it seemed more likely that the thing would just break the tree down in order to get to them instead of climbing it. He bit his lip, weighing up the odds;

A Vanguard who, theoretically, could kill this thing on his own, but who knows what kind of mutations it might undergo? It could turn the tables at the last second, and then that'd get the two of them possibly killed. His partner was injured, and her heart obviously wasn't in the fight.
Plus, he'd find it hard to evade the creature's attacks with Will-O-Wisp clinging to him like she was. Narrowing his eyes in more than a little annoyance, he made the decision-
He who something something runs away, will live to fight another day" after all.

So he turned and bolted through the trees with his cargo firmly pressed against his chest. He knew she wouldn't fall off of him- her tail secured her well. Anything in the way was promptly sliced apart by the Fangs of the Pit, letting him and his companion maneuver surprisingly nimbly through the trees. He wasn't at all sure of how close the monstrous 'wolf' was, though, so he had to make a plan..

And he did.
"Close your eyes and brace yourself. We're going up."
Moments after saying this, he tossed his Fangs of the Pit into the trunk of a nearby tree, leaped up onto it, and bounced up into the branches. This was a particularly thick tree, in fact, it was one of the only ones he'd seen that he was somewhat sure that the wolf-thing couldn't climb up after them.
Once up there, he waited to see what the thing would do- had they lost it? Was it able to climb? Would it try to knock the tree down?
With his 'baggage' secured, he watched and waited. His weapon was already back in his hand; if that thing had grabbed it..
No thanks, bro.

So he waited, poised to throw his weapon at the wolf-thing if he had to, but also ready to leap to a nearby tree as well. The benefit of having such a dense, dead canopy made entirely of trees branches was the fact that it made it relatively easy to climb from tree to tree. Heck, if he could get back up on top of it, it would only be a matter of walking along the canopy until the got to the edge of the forest.
But should he risk it? Running blindly would get them nowhere; they needed to see where they were going, otherwise they'd be running forever. The top of the canopy was the best option, but as it stood, they had a more obvious problem.

Besides, what if they ran into a pack of these things? What if they ran right off of a cliff? This place was a death trap. No wonder everything here was dead.
"I have an idea, but I'll need you to let go of me for a bit. Sit next to me, and hold on to the branches for your life. The thicker ones.
I want to cut a path up to the top of the canopy. That way, we can see where Riventor is and head there instead of running blindly through a forest for hours until we drop dead from exhaustion and die."

Untitled 'Occult Club' Mystery/Horror/Supernatural Roleplay

Bump post because I redid some parts of the locations in the original post. Now there's.. actually some descriptions lmao.

Untitled 'Occult Club' Mystery/Horror/Supernatural Roleplay

"Time to mix drinks and change lives."

I look forward to seeing the CS! We'll discuss stuff further when you send it my way.
As for the location, it depends on what kind of bar aesthetic you're going for.

Portside would be more of like a sailor stop kinda deal, whereas Hightown would be full of excessively expensive and gaudy drinks that cater to the town's elite exclusively; the kind of club where if you look a little 'wrong' they'll tell you to get lost.
So, basically the same as every other part of Hightown, actually.

I'd wager that the two best places would be either City Northside because of its proximity to both the people living in the city and those living in the Central District, too. That said, City Central is where a lot of nightclubs and the like are, so it might fit in there too.
However, somewhere near the border road between City Northside and the Central District would probably be the best, most centralised location for it. As for the type of bar, I'll leave that in your hands.

I need to make better descriptions of the locales, huh

also get your head off of the floor pls, you have done nothing wrong

Arknights: The Dark Woods (ENDED)

I'll wait for @Lunarlord34 to post before getting my next one up.

Untitled 'Occult Club' Mystery/Horror/Supernatural Roleplay

So what do we all think of a discord channel? :)
is that something we're interested in?

I know I am

@addamas

If a bunch of people want to, I'll consider making one for us all. I'll have to make a Discord account, though.

I'm Very interested in this whole... Affair lol. Though I'll admit I'm at a bit of a loss for a character. I'm not usually a school or real(ish) story character type. In those cases i tend to base characters off myself slightly, so their details seem more... Legit? But all I've got is being a chef/bartender at one of the local restaurants? Either she can overhear a cult member/detective talking about things and becomes curious, or if one of the cult members would like to be her close friend and come to her to talk that would be awesome!?
Lemme know if that sounds okay? Or if anyone's character would like to be her friend? I'd love to be a part of this amazing world! 🖤🐌

@CosmicVixen

Y'know, that would actually work pretty well. It's a good way for them to get involved whether they're friendly with the Occult Club or not. It also puts them in the line of fire. ;)
I think bartender would work a bit better, since they're near the bar where people might come to drink away their depression or air their woes to tired coworkers.
Or, maybe, a familiar and regular customer vanishes one day, and the bartender can't quite recall their name?
wink wonk

Everyone keeps mentioning cult members, there's no cults in Blackharbour!
and, by saying that, everyone is now 200% more certain that there are, in fact, cults in Blackharbour