Yeah go for whatever, I want the game to be as live as possible, just put the shop in the other of the character sheet, I may wait til monday to put up the full thread, but if I do it sooner, I will post it here.
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Ok for everyone wondering, this is a school/city style RP, the whole city is playable, jobs, games, restaurants, whatever you can think of is available, the school in the center is not the only focus.
Large quadrapedal wolf
As a blanket beads up I am going to be fleshing this out more over the next couple days.
Your entire life has been on where you hide and fight, claw and scrape for every minute of life that you cling to, never once have you found a moment to truly relax. The humans, Children of Dawn they are called, have made this world truly theirs, they are weak, they are slow, but they have still become a dominant force and have for time immemorial they have fought to suppress and remove the Children of Dusk, your people. You and your family, both the ones that birthed you or the ones that made you, hide in the cover of night, or try your best to blend into human society, but then the letter came, a sealed envelope, the wax seal was beautiful and intricate, a mark none in your family had seen before, however it was addressed to you all and read as follows.
"Dearest friends,
The Academy of Luce Prima bids the children of Dusk welcome. It has been an eternity that the children of Dusk have stood next to the human race, yet always under their heel, our histories are lost, memories fade with the lives we have lost. Now is the breaking of dawn for these forgotten children, born under pale light, scorned by the sun. We of the Luce Prima have chosen to take matters into our hands, and likewise putting the tools into your hands.
For the first time in our history, we have decided that we must open our doors and accepting any and all new students, of Dusk, and of Dawn. This may come as a shock, humans are going to be accepted alongside the children of Dusk, we have made this choice with the hopes that we can forge prosperity, create bonds, and end the separation that befalls us. We have lost much to the children of Dawn, but they have lost much to us as well, and none can truly say where the fault lies.
So it is with pride that the doors are opened to you, any who wish to come, seek out our libraries, study arts and magics lost to our kinds centuries ago, or merely to reach out as diplomats, seeking a new perspective. All are welcome, all are wanted, all are equal.
You don't know what to make of the letter, there are coordinates on the letter. Could an invitation like this be real? Could a place exist that has accumulated the knowledge of the many races and held on to it be real? You want more than anything to go, for whatever your reason may be, you know that you must be at the academy. With bags packed and a spring in your step, you arrive and what you see is beyond expectation, a city, with a towering castle, like something from a fairy tale, though the buildings surrounding it are decidedly newer. Around this gate that leads into the massive walled in city, you can see a man with pointed ears, an elf, talking with a pale specter of a woman, a vampire, the sound of wolves echoes deep in the city, goblins pop out of an alley, and following them, a human child. It's real, a place where the Children of Dusk and Dawn have come together, in the hopes of making a better world.
The nature of these scholars is unknown, however when you meet them, they are all dressed in beige robes with red and blue trim, their eyes are black as coal yet they smile warmly, they welcome you to the city and lead you in. A set of buildings have been built to house the new arrivals, many of whom came with out any belongings of their own, a dorm sized room with a restroom somehow seemingly tailored to you awaits and the tell you, "This city is yours as you please, live, grow, thrive." and they leave. Town seemed to bustle and you get the feeling that this place has more to see than you had expected.
"Dearest friends,
The Academy of Luce Prima bids the children of Dusk welcome. It has been an eternity that the children of Dusk have stood next to the human race, yet always under their heel, our histories are lost, memories fade with the lives we have lost. Now is the breaking of dawn for these forgotten children, born under pale light, scorned by the sun. We of the Luce Prima have chosen to take matters into our hands, and likewise putting the tools into your hands.
For the first time in our history, we have decided that we must open our doors and accepting any and all new students, of Dusk, and of Dawn. This may come as a shock, humans are going to be accepted alongside the children of Dusk, we have made this choice with the hopes that we can forge prosperity, create bonds, and end the separation that befalls us. We have lost much to the children of Dawn, but they have lost much to us as well, and none can truly say where the fault lies.
So it is with pride that the doors are opened to you, any who wish to come, seek out our libraries, study arts and magics lost to our kinds centuries ago, or merely to reach out as diplomats, seeking a new perspective. All are welcome, all are wanted, all are equal.
You don't know what to make of the letter, there are coordinates on the letter. Could an invitation like this be real? Could a place exist that has accumulated the knowledge of the many races and held on to it be real? You want more than anything to go, for whatever your reason may be, you know that you must be at the academy. With bags packed and a spring in your step, you arrive and what you see is beyond expectation, a city, with a towering castle, like something from a fairy tale, though the buildings surrounding it are decidedly newer. Around this gate that leads into the massive walled in city, you can see a man with pointed ears, an elf, talking with a pale specter of a woman, a vampire, the sound of wolves echoes deep in the city, goblins pop out of an alley, and following them, a human child. It's real, a place where the Children of Dusk and Dawn have come together, in the hopes of making a better world.
The nature of these scholars is unknown, however when you meet them, they are all dressed in beige robes with red and blue trim, their eyes are black as coal yet they smile warmly, they welcome you to the city and lead you in. A set of buildings have been built to house the new arrivals, many of whom came with out any belongings of their own, a dorm sized room with a restroom somehow seemingly tailored to you awaits and the tell you, "This city is yours as you please, live, grow, thrive." and they leave. Town seemed to bustle and you get the feeling that this place has more to see than you had expected.
All right friends and foes, let's get down to the root of it all, this rp is a supernatural creature slice of life deal, I want a game where the players can make the world theirs, and I want it to have a sense of adventure and tension, drama will be a big thing in this game, I want the racial differences to be a source, but I want to remind all who come here, I will not tolerate hate between players, if a character is played as having a bias or dislike for another, fine, but if it becomes an issue ooc I will deal with it.
Rules
- All guild rules apply.
- Mature themes ahead, 18+.
- Sexual interactions must fade to black, take it to the PM's.
- All sheets must be PMed to me with the label "{Character name} Child of Dusk/Dawn
- Any race not placed below can be submitted to me for approval and subsequently will be added.
- Have fun.
Example races
More to come as they are fleshed out, however feel free to send ideas.
Character sheet
I am willing to look at Ideas for races, you can send me full sheets, however this is the interest thread, I won't accept any sheets yet, just review until I feel comfortable enough to post the full thread.
Walt Grismer
Walt listened to the Woman in front of him, she was playing like a record, something was off about it, almost rehearsed, the only people who rehearse what they say are the people that are trying to deceive others. The people around him though were falling right into what he assumed was the trap she was setting, playing at the idea of heroics to get these kids in here to possibly take their magic, kill them, whatever they had planned. Walt knew that when he tore the letter he was walking into the lions den, but the promise of strength enticed him too. Walt looked the woman up and down trying to get any other clues, body language and tells.
"Ok, that sounds great, save the world, sounds pretty over the top for teens."
Walt was now giving the woman a slightly colder stare, he wasn't sure if he trusted the woman yet, but he knew that if he just walked out and he was right, then all these people are in immediate danger not just the danger of some looming darkness, he wasn't going to leave them here to face whatever was to come. He let his gaze soften, he didn't want to let her know he was on to her plans just yet, he needed the time and freedom to investigate, freedom which he would not get if she believed him actively working to expose her.
"But hey, what are teens better at than over the top and crazy things, I'm in. Walt Grismer, gunslinger extraordinaire at your service."
Walt gave her a thumbs up and a smile, gotta catch flies with honey as his dad had always told him, this was going to be his break out, if he exposes this place for some criminal activity then every precinct will be after him as a detective. Walt kept his right hand near his belt so that he could draw if he has to.
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Forum: Casual Roleplay
Milo Ventri
Wednesday Afternoon
Final Round Armory
Final Round Armory
Milo looked down at the bloody mess he left all over his table, his hand was stitched up and the bleeding stopped, but now he was starting to notice that he was feeling a bit sick from the alcohol, if it wasn't one thing it was another. Milo stood up uneasily and managed to get a cloth and water and managed to get it cleaned up and got his hand bandaged up, all in all things could have been worse, as painful as it was he could still move his left hand, so at least it wasn't to serious, just deep.
"To hell with it, I'm done for today, at least that sword is definitely sharp."
Just as Milo grabbed his leather jacket from the hook he heard the bell ring on his shop door, He wasn't thrilled as he was still a bit woozy and didn't want to interact with customers, however, the voice that rang out was not one he could ignore.
"Milo. Hey pal, thought I would swing by and grab that project we were talking about."
The man came in with his black hair slicked back, a nice suit and briefcase, and he had a grin that could make paint peel. This man was a client that Milo had taken on as a test but has since started to push his buttons a bit. Milo wasn't sure who it was this guy worked for or why he wanted what he did, but he always paid in full and in cash.
"Jackie, you have the worst timing, I swear if I didn't know what was in that case I would tell you to leave."
"Oh come on, we are buddies right? Besides it smells like you started the party already."
Jackie set the case on the table and Milo shoved the bottle over to him, bloody hand print still on the side, Jack took the bottle trying to avoid the blood and took a big drink himself. The look on the mans face was priceless, the drink was stronger than he had been expecting.
"Jesus Milo, do you drink Gasoline too?"
Milo just laughed and reached under his table and pulled up a collection of rifle parts, he started to assemble the weapon and set a fully formed custom rifle on the table, it was bolt action, a nice looking hunting rifle.
"Look Jackie, I don't know if I'm gonna keep up with this. You want parts, you got it, but I can't be building receivers like this, I'm not a manufacturer."
Jackie picked up the rifle and gave it a once over, before looking back to Milo.
"Milo, Milo, Milo, you are a great gunsmith, these guns, they are excellent tools, and I understand your trepidation, but, you have nothing to worry about, as long as we work together, no one is gonna do anything to you, my employers has given their word."
Milo couldn't help but think about Paige and what that spitfire would do if she got the chance to bust him on illegal manufacturing of firearms, worse yet, he wondered what these mysterious employers would do to her if she tried, as much as she hated him, he missed the days when Ana, Paige and him would hang out and have fun. Milo pulled the briefcase over and opened it, same stacks of crisp bills, as usual, always a bit of an over payment, Jackie called it a tip, but Milo knew it was a bribe for discretion. Milo pulled a case out, one he commonly used to store swords and stowed the rifle.
"Alright Jackie, you're all set, but for real, last time."
Jackie smiled and nodded, before walking out with the case, Milo took the cash and stowed it in a safe in his closet, alongside a few other cases just like it, as well as the photo from the night before and a cellphone, the last of which he grabbed and took out for a minute, he let it connect back to towers and waited, nothing happened, after a minute or two he went and stowed it again. and shut the safe back up. Milo put on his coat and left the shop to head out and go grab a bit of lunch, probably at the fish place he and Vika had checked out.
Sadly, no excuse for my absence, every time I opened the thread the words just failed me.
Walt was dumbstruck, did this guy just say that there are two Norse deities wandering the earth at this moment, nothing good comes from the gods laying eyes on man. As the agent stood and began to walk Walt stood as well, there would be no way he would be missing out on this, however the whole weight of everything was sinking in on him, this wasn't some wolf pack gone wild, no nest of vampires looking for the next next meal, not even some lesser deity taking a life or two, this had to be major players, Aesir or Vanir, major pantheon. The agent was putting it all on the table maybe too much so, but it was clear things were worse than ever, Walt had been trying to find his way to getting his mitts on a Grigori sword for a while, however with the lack of them lately he had been unsuccessful, now this agent was just going to hand him one.
"Yeah, okay, after you man, hey uh, which God did you say we are going after again?"
Walt was not completely out of practice but enough so that the prospect of going back in head first like this was not the first thing he would have chose to do. Walt had wanted to make this town into what resembled a home, but it seemed that the machinations of man and gods would not allow such frivolity. Lore on the old gods of the Scandinavians wasn't too scarce, but it has been mangled so horribly my the modern media and modern cultures that understanding them was something that is not an easy task, however, revering them was even harder as a hunter, it was counter intuitive to the nature of both, yet Walt still found some solace, and hopefully his understanding may help prevent a war between man and gods.
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