Red7VII

Frontier of the Damned

Location: Longwater, just outside the town proper | Interation: None/Open

His head was pounding and his body ached. Visions of a battle the night before danced in his head. There had been a portly beast, boar-like, whom he had encountered. He could recall wrestling the creature, its gruesome grunts and moans filling the night air as Jack tried to dominate the wild thing. And then his already hazy memory went completely dark.

Presently, he could feel the heat of the sun beating down on his flesh as its rays tried to penetrate his eyelids. His mind was slowly coming to life, but his body was just slightly behind. His eyes fluttered open to a harsh squint and the sight of a bright blue sky above, decorated with long, stretched out clouds. Jack smacked his lips a couple of times, attempting to wet his parched mouth as he pulled himself up into a slumped sitting position. He was in a field, he deduced, in a small patch of sand surrounded by untamed weeds.

He looked down upon his legs only to notice that they were bare. Off in the distance, he could see a small pile of his discarded clothing with his boots haphazardly tossed a little further down next to a boulder. The only thing covering Jack were his undershorts. He rubbed his face with his hand and forced his eyes to shut tightly as he tried to remember how he landed in this situation. Here he was outside in the dirt, practically naked, sore as hell, with a broken memory of some outlandish tussle with a boar of some sort.

"What the hell happened," he asked out loud, his voice groggy. In response, he could hear a familiar nasal huff just behind him. Jack quickly turned to greet the source. "Ay! Pepper!" he exclaimed warmly to his Appaloosa. That's good, at least, he thought to himself, thankful for the fact that he wasn't stranded out there. Even so, he was still left with the mystery of the fat swine who had attacked him the night before.

He recalled going in to town for a bit. He even remembered sitting in on a few poker games for a spell. Drinks were pouring, chips were being raked in, women were cheering him on, drunken fights were erupting outside. Then he left the saloon... Jack tried to concentrate on why. He left the saloon and started heading toward Pepper that night... But before he could even get there... THAT'S WHEN IT HAPPENED! It was as if lightening had struck his brain. That's when the beast attacked him! He remembered hitting the ground, rolling around, the animalistic noises it was making...

"RURRGH!" Jack's eyes suddenly went wide. That was the same, exact noise from the night before! The beast was back! Slowly, he cranked his head to take a look in the grunt's direction. His anticipatory look of horror, however, soon transformed into bewilderment before finally settling into disappointment. His brows had lowered so far that they could have formed a straight line upon his forehead. "Jack," it called out before rolling over. "You still here?"

"Yes," he said solemnly. "Yes I am, A- An- Angela, was it?" he asked the portly prostitute that had followed him out of the saloon and pounced upon him in a fit of drunken lust. He should have known.

"Angela? My name's Mary!" she cried out as he slowly pulled herself up off the ground.

"Of course it is, Mary, forgive me. When I saw you, all I could think about were angels," he lied in a lame attempt to flatter. "My apologies." The hefty woman rolled her eyes and made her way over to her discarded, overly worn dress. Meanwhile, Jack started putting himself together, throwing on his clothes and footwear, slinging his travel satchel over his shoulder, and topping it all off with his black hat.

"How did we get all the way out here?" she asked. The town center could be seen in the distance, but their romp ended quite a ways further from where it started.

"Your guess is as good as mine, doll," he said as he started readying Pepper. Soon after he heaved himself upon the Appaloosa and was just a moment away from giving the command to giddy up before he was interrupted.

"Hey! You're not leaving me out here, are you?" Mary cried out.

"I hate to do it, love, but you see I've just got the one horse."

"A horse can carry two people!" she retorted angrily.

"Sweetheart," he said, looking her up and down. "I think we both know we would not be burdening Pepper with the weight of just two people. But look at it this way: The town isn't far, the sun is shining bright, and a jaunty little walk might do you good!"

"You rat bastard!" She shouted. That was his cue. With a light kick, he commanded Pepper forth

"I love you, too, dear! Maybe I'll see you later?" he called back as Pepper hit her full stride. He could hear some sort of enraged response, no doubt populated by cruel and derogatory slanders, but the words couldn't make it past the rhythmic sounds of the horse's hooves as he rode on. Well, he thought to himself optimistically, at least I've already got the weirdest part of my day out of the way.

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Jack of Hearts

Jack Hart

"Depend on the rabbit's foot if you will, but remember it didn't work out so well for the rabbit."

Gender: Male

Race: Caucasian

Nationality: American

Age: 25

Occupation: Professional Gambler

Family: The Hart family was never a traditional, loving bunch of relatives. Instead, they were more like a business enterprise. Jack's mother was a prostitute and his father is a wealthy owner of a mine. Though his mother raised him in between her 'appointments', his father had very little do to with his son and, in fact, started his own separate, legitimate legitimate family with a woman of social stature. Eventually his mother succumbed to illness and died, leaving Jack to find his own way in the world. Though he may have some half-siblings on his father's side, he has not had any direct contact with them.

Horse:

Pepper

Possessions:
- Deck of Cards
- Revolver
- Bullet strap
- Matches
- Tobacco pouch with rolling papers
- Satchel containing a limited amount of extra clothes with room for some travel provisions
- A sack of jerky
- A billfold
- Pocket knife

Skills:
- Poker: Jack Hart is a very talented poker player and uses that skill as his main source of income
- Body language: Jack is very adept at interpreting body language and can often spot liars just by the way they carry themselves
- Novice Gunslinger: Jack knows how to point and shoot his weapon, but trick shots and long distance sniping is out of his scope. He could hold his own in a duel, but if he is surrounded by a gang of outlaws with ill intent, he would be in some serious trouble.
- Minimalist Survival: Jack knows how to start a fire, create a temporary shelter and has a decent enough understanding of local fauna that he can forage well enough to keep himself fed during a long travel experience. Hunting is not his strong suit, however, and he much prefers life in crowded areas.

Personality: Jack likes to drink, smoke, gamble and lay around. If you're looking for a grizzled badass gunslinger, you've come to the wrong guy. Jack is more of a debaucherous teenager in a grown man's body.

Likes/Dislikes: Jack likes women, tequila, smoking, gambling and partying. He does not like manual labor, blistering heat or cheaters.

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For your consideration:

Jack of Hearts

Jack Hart

"Depend on the rabbit's foot if you will, but remember it didn't work out so well for the rabbit."

Gender: Male

Race: Caucasian

Nationality: American

Age: 25

Occupation: Professional Gambler

Family: The Hart family was never a traditional, loving bunch of relatives. Instead, they were more like a business enterprise. Jack's mother is a prostitute and his father is a wealthy owner of a mine. Though his mother raised him in between her 'appointments', his father had very little do to with his son and, in fact, started his own legitimate family with a woman of social stature. Eventually his mother succumbed to illness and died, leaving Jack to find his own way in the world. Though he may have some half-siblings on his father's side, he has not had any direct contact with them.

Horse:

Pepper

Possessions:
- Deck of Cards
- Revolver
- Bullet strap
- Matches
- Tobacco pouch with rolling papers
- Satchel containing a limited amount of extra clothes with room for some travel provisions
- A sack of jerky
- A billfold
- Pocket knife

Skills:
- Poker: Jack Hart is a very talented poker player and uses that skill as his main source of income
- Body language: Jack is very adept at interpreting body language and can often spot liars just by the way they carry themselves
- Novice Gunslinger: Jack knows how to point and shoot his weapon, but trick shots and long distance sniping is out of his scope. He could hold his own in a duel, but if he is surrounded by a gang of outlaws with ill intent, he would be in some serious trouble.
- Minimalist Survival: Jack knows how to start a fire, create a temporary shelter and has a decent enough understanding of local fauna that he can forage well enough to keep himself fed during a long travel experience. Hunting is not his strong suit, however, and he must prefers life in crowded areas.

Personality: Jack like to drink, smoke, gamble and lay around. If you're looking for a grizzled badass gunslinger, you've come to the wrong guy. Jack is more of a debaucherous teenager in a grown man's body. He tried to be funny, can be

Likes/Dislikes: Jack likes women, tequila, smoking, gambling and partying. He does not like manual labor, blistering heat or cheaters.

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Nice! Will come up with something soon.

And, yeah, the heat is nuts! Just got back from the pool. Feeling much better!

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I am all the way in. Like so hard in. Like she's looking back at me with a worried face. IN!

Evil Dead RP

Source Material

Just spitballing here, but is there any interest in an RP set in the Evil Dead Mythos? I would only be interested in Original Characters.I would also lean more toward the present timeline with outlandish and comical, nevertheless badass characters who come together to fight the Deadites.

I think a variety of characters could be involved, from those who have psychic gifts to those who've had savage encounters with the Deadites and other demonic entities that have ushered in a forced adaptation (i.e. Ash's chainsaw hand).

The story and plotpoints would need to be ironed out but, before I make the attempt, I am just curious if anyone wanted to visit the true Cabin In The Woods once more. Yay or Nay?

Land of The Giants

Bump

The Energy Storm

Location: Apartment > Street | Interaction: @The Man Emperor

The room was white. Or perhaps it was more accurate to say that the world was white. Rafael couldn't see any walls or any ceilings. It was just a colorless void in which he stood.

"H-hello?" he stammered, calling out to anyone or anything that could possibly hear him. "Where is this? Where am I?" His questions went unanswered. Slowly, subtly, the bright whiteness of the world began to dim. "This is super weird...!" he stated with an upward inflection. Darker and darker the world grew. Then, in the distance, he saw something. A silhouette of sorts. Small, almost oval with what appeared to be slight appendages. It began moving toward him. Slowly, at first, and then with an eager speed.

"Holy shit, yo! Stay the fuck back or I swear to God, I will-" Suddenly the lights were out. The world was just blackness. The silence was deafening. "Yooo!" Rafael shouted. "This is bullshit! YooOOoo!"

His skin felt a shift in the air as if there was a displacement of mass. As if something or someone stood close. He could see nothing, but he could feel it. He was afraid to move, afraid to breathe. In the darkness, two orbs began to illuminate. Within them were multicolored rings and swirls that encircled little black holes. These weren't orbs... These were...

"Get the hell away from me!" Rafael shouted, his heart beating louder than a drum. The eyes in the darkness finally saw fit to respond. The single syllable reverberated in his cranium, sending him into a fit of vertigo:

"WEH!"

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Rafael sat up in a cold sweat. He tried to scream, but his throat was parched. Instead, he let out a distressed wheeze as he shielded his face with his arms from any would-be attackers. Slowly he began returning to reality. It was a dream, he assured himself. Just a weird, fucked up dream.

His head was pounding. The bender last night was the culprit, no doubt. Rafael took in a deep breath before exhaling slowly, trying to calm himself and find his center. Shortly after, he managed to pop some Advil, drink a glass of water, shower, and finally throw some clothes on himself.

He moved quickly through the apartment and out the front door. There was plenty he needed to get done today but, at the forefront of his mind, was to get an understanding of his new abilities. He also needed to at least attempt to make amends with Dave. And it seemed like there was something else he was forgetting. What all did he even do last night? He paused for a moment to consider, but all he could recall was going out for drinks, getting wasted, and then something to do with a Zebra...

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Dominic Ryder

Age: 32

Role: Engineer

Personality: Easy going, calculative and generous are three strong traits to describe Dominic. He wants to solve problems and have a good time doing it with whomever he happens to be around. He is not afraid to be the odd one out and figures if anyone doesn't like him for something superficial, like his many tattoos, then that's their problem.

Skills: As an engineer, Dom is very mechanically inclined and his curiosity breeds inventiveness. He enjoys tinkering and can even create simple gadgets to help aid in whatever predicament he finds himself in.

He works out regularly as part of his routine, so his body is in great physical condition.

Items: On board the Slingshot is his complete Tool Chest with various contraptions to aid in the repair and maintenance of the ship. While the chest is on wheels, it would be a stretch to call it truly portable. It weighs a great deal and can really only traverse smooth surfaces.

On his person, he always carries his Multitool which offers a variety of items including screw drivers, a knife, a fire starter, scissors, a file and more.