AngelofOctober

Strangers of Mist [High Casual- Mystery]

interested, have a pool of characters that can easily fit in here. But it's late here.

@shamrocknroll

Glad to have you. Welcome.

Strangers of Mist [High Casual- Mystery]

This RP conveys mature realistic themes of violence and themes that some may find triggering

I know what you did. You thought you kept it well hidden. Well not from me. I know what you did, even if you don’t remember.

It is late January, snow had stuck to the frozen concrete blanketing the city in white. As little lights illuminated the dark distance with man made fire. Frosty breath of two individuals could be seen to rise towards a gray cloudy sky. The two men huddled together in a corner. The street cameras could not see their faces.

“These are them?”
“Yes,”

Whoever you are. Wherever you are. Your demons are calling. Your sins wish to be rectified. Did you think redemption would be easy, if no one knew in the first place? Did you think you could forget forever? How long would you sleep in this dream? Do you think you are happier now?

“And the funding?”
“You have full funding,” -screen glitches- “You’ll find the money has already been wired.”
“Thank you for your corporation,”

He keeps his head low, wearing a fedora and a billowing trench coat. A manilla folder is stashed inside the warmth of his coat. Sheltering its contents. They are gone. All that is left is an empty parking lot and snow.

There’s a procedure the doctors can perform now. They can take away your memories and store in new ones. It’s been awarded as the newest and greatest invention used for therapy purposes. But there are illegal uses as well. Some have been used it to create themselves a new life.

Outside is fairly cold. Snow has buried the streets in snow. Inside is fairly just as cold. Probably funneling in the snow into the venting system. A laugh in a white walled building. Busy with people in white. A white society.

“Do you understand?” a man in a black trench coat ask in the lounge room with a vending machine.
“Sinners sins on a chess board,”
“I am going to take that as a yes,”

Cold and empty. These walls represent the memories you have left behind. Filed away. Hidden somewhere. Do you want real redemption? Or do want to continue to run away?

If you thought none of that made sense, well you have certainly searched for the wrong place to seek your answers. What I can tell you dear interested party is that You are 1 of 6 individuals, who one day wake up in a warehouse with several other strangers. All that is left is a message for you to decipher;

I know what you have done. You may have forgotten. But I have not. Now release your sleeping demons. Wash away your sins or don’t. But we know who you are. And you cannot run from us.

It seems Six of these Individuals each have a dirty secret they have gotten away with. Using a method called Remity. They have erased their secret away, perhaps buried somewhere deeply in their subconscious, and as they wander through the abandoned city they begin to uncover clues someone has placed that begin to reveal their darkest secret.

There is no real threat other than each other. How far are willing to keep your secrets, secret? Will you work with the other strangers? Or will you kill them to keep your secret?

Well you won’t have those answers, until you play the game.

Slot 1 - Angel of October
Slot 2 - Open
Slot 3 - Open
Slot 4 - Open
Slot 5- Open
Slot 6 - Open
Slot 7 - Open

I don’t like being a stickler, I don’t often like addressing rules, but I am writing a few;

First off I am going to go off of what I go off of to Accept or Deny a character, I think of the three Cs. Clarity, Comprehension, and a Concrete idea. Of course our characters will develop and evolve, but you need a clear Concrete idea in order for that to happen. It makes life easier for you and me. Because this will be such a heavy character piece, you need that solid initial idea. Beyond that I look for;
Creativity

Interesting Character or an Interesting Narrative they bring

I also look for people who are open minded and understand a character may go over an edit or two if I do not find the sheet follows the above. It’s not a slight against you or the character, I want you both, so let’s work together to make that happen.

Sheets are rarely denied, unless you prove to yourself you are unworkable, not open minded to new ideas or criticism. Or show a lack of respect.

Which goes into my last points;
Be respectful
Be kind
Be helpful

Be Communicative and this is a big must. I don’t have posting rules, I do not say you need to post in X amount of time. I ask for a post once a week, but if you cannot do that I am reasonable. As long as you Communicate. You will be given 2 warnings before your character is Off’d. There is no GM character death in this RP, but if I must write it in a story it will be, because someone didn’t Communicate and hasn’t posted in say A month or Two from their initial post.
If you cannot Communicate with your fellow members or the GM, then don’t join this RP. I expect Communication. Especially if you know things like, “I have a busy work schedule and don’t know what my work schedule will be week by week” Thank you that’s all I need to know, “I will be out of town for a few days”. I understand Emergencies and as long as you get back to me as soon as you can after the Emergency has happened and tell me, then we will be fine.

If you have read, and understand these expectations Please write on your sheet; I Accept these Terms.

Player Death; Player Death will not be enacted by the GM. Instead it will be enacted by your fellow players in a sort of PVP scenario. And will only be implemented if both members agree to the death of said character. You're enemies or your allies are each other.

Name: [Your name here]

Age: [18+]

Occupation: [where did they currently work at]

Appearance: [Semi realism, realistic, or actual real life pictures. As well as a description to go along with the photo, especially since a photo cannot grasp tone of voice, or the height, etc.]

Personality: [this is pretty explanatory. However, do make sure that when designing this personality that you need to be asking yourself questions. If he’s cool headed, how does he express his level of cool headedness, if he’s not easily provoked, what are things that do provoke. Remember, Who, Why, and How are important in constructing personality. Who; Coolheaded, How; a high stress situation where everyone else is panicking or yelling he can remain steady, Why; because he works as a cop in high stressful situations he has learned this ability. Just remember basic explanatory information.]

Skills: [3 Major, 3 Minor. This is how I view it, Major skills are skills they use in their everyday life, they are the skills they are the most comfortable with and the most expertise they have. Minor skills are skills they know, but might not be as expert with them or they are skills they are trying to learn. The setting is modern day with a mild futuristic touch, just think of skills their current occupation may require them for just day to day life skills]

Your Lie: [this is the life you have created for yourself. The one you used Remity to convince yourself is the truth. This is Your Fake History.]

Your Truth: [PM Me this. This is the secret you’re trying to cover up. And not everyone has to be a bad guy. I’d like to really address and express that. You could have easily been a cop who accepted a bribe that nearly ruined your career. Just as much as you could have just been a murderer. I want these to be interesting and variant. I don’t want everyone to just fall into the easy trap that a scenario like this could fall into.]

Theme Song: [Optional, but not. I love a good theme. If you watch anime or movies, music is used all the time to introduce a character. It's a good way of expressing who your character is, without words. Or with lyrics that tell a story of their inner mind]

Misc: [anything else I have forgotten. Maybe something in the rules]

♠♥♣♦ Welcome to Wonderland (CLOSED FOR NEW REBOOT) ♢♧♡♤

Previous Occupation:
Street Performer

You already know this from me, but what does Street Performer mean? Guitar player? Poetry? Art selling?

Personality:
A bit of a pacifist except by means of self-defense, the boy is completely untrusting of most people. Drake tries to avoid violence like a plague, having grown up in a household where he tried to stop it from happening on a consistent basis. That said, his temper sometimes causes violence to find its way around to him anyway. He’s generally cool-headed when unprovoked, but doesn’t tend to like anyone getting too close to him. Drake has absolutely no idea how to have fun or goof around much and has a fair amount of anxiety in social settings that he does his best to hide. In some cases he can come off a bit cold at first - a defense mechanism of his - however if one earns his loyalty, there’s a much kinder, protective side to him that will begin to show its face.

Okay how I broke this down;

Negative traits-
Cold at first
temper
Distrusting of people
doesn't let people get too close
no fun
no personality
doesn't goof around
anxiety in new situations

Positive traits-
Cool headed, though I find this a tad bit contradictory considering he also has an explosive temper. Perhaps defining this better, cool headed how, what scenarios is he often cool headed in, etc.

Neutral traits-
Pacifism

But;
How does his own violence affect him and make him feel? Is that an insecurity of his?
What are traits he admires in other people that earn his loyalty? What are things he respects?
What are his own likes and dislikes?

I am not saying to go deeply advanced. But right now the personality feels very lacking needed details.

Skills:
Drake is incredibly street smart. Without any real intimate education, the boy lacks any advantage on the intellectual spectrum, but he’s learned enough from reading in his earlier days to at least fake his way up. His potential for schooling is likely far above average.

What is street smart? Define what street smart skills? Is he a god con man? A manipulator? Sleight of hand?
I am not one hundred percent sure if he can both lack the advantage of Educational Intelligence, but then also have the potential of schooling. It does seem a bit contradictory in its statement. Perhaps clarify on this wording.

Drake grew up in a seemingly normal household at first. His elder brother Jhock was quite a bit older than him, leaving a gap in their generation, but his younger brother, Kyle, was a bit closer in age. The age gap played a huge role with Drake and Kyle’s relationship, the two of them growing to be practically inseparable while Jhock adopted the role of babysitter.

It was this kind of dynamic that caused problems later on. When Drake’s parents got a promotion and had to travel abroad, Jhock graduated from babysitter to caretaker. This was a lot to ask of a kid just reaching high school and Jhock wound up taking a huge psychological hit. The ported money their parents sent him was used for alcohol and drugs, and the rest was cheap, boxed meals to feed the other two in the house. Drake learned how to cook because of this, but that didn't make things any easier for them. Jhock was pretty quick to develop bad habits and sent a metaphorical middle finger to his parents, playing hookie at school and leaving Drake and Kyle alone at home more often than not. Their parents rarely came home to visit much, and when they did, Kyle and Drake were forced into silence, as one of the worst habits Jhock had picked up was physical abuse as means of control.

This neglect and abuse blossomed as the years went by, with Drake learning to play caretaker for his younger brother when Jhock wasn’t home and, in some cases, hiding Kyle and himself from Jhock when he was. It was rough, but at least the two had each other, and they only continued to grow closer as time passed. That was until one fateful day, when Jhock returned drunk and angry to find a certain someone had spilled grape juice on the carpet. It was Drake who did it, and yet enraged eyes immediately fell on Kyle as the culprit. Their elder brother smashed a bottle against the nearest wall, the neck of it in his hand, and approached Kyle with a predatory stumble. Drake, feeling he had no other choice, stepped between the two only to get knocked aside so hard he struck the ground and wound up in a daze. This interruption only threw Jhock into a blinding rage, and what happened next, well...

The image of his 9 year old brother unmoving on the floor, bleeding out, not breathing...
It was an image Drake had trouble getting out of his head to this day.

Jhock blamed him, told the almost 15 year old kid it was all his fault and that Kyle would still be alive if he’d been a better babysitter. If he could have been stronger and able to stand up for himself. If Drake hadn’t made him angry, this wouldn’t have happened. Jhock simply couldn’t handle what he’d done and shifted the blame, but that didn’t stop Drake from feeling somehow responsible for murder while Jhock went off to shut himself inside his room.

When Drake finally came around to check up on his elder brother - to apologize and seek advice on how to fix everything - he was met with the image of Jhock hanging from the ceiling, a noose around his neck.

It was too much.
It was all his fault.

He had to go.

Tears in his eyes, the boy grabbed as many belongings as he needed, strapped his guitar to his back, hopped on Jhock’s motorcycle and left. He kept going, kept driving, no destination in sight. No goals, no future. Only numbness and a need for survival. The bike eventually ran out of gas and he ditched it on the side of the road. His guitar earned him money, and money earned him food and an occasional hot shower, but he never craved more, never felt he deserved it. This was his life now.

One day, he was tuning his guitar in an old, dusty alley when he heard a noise. A sort of ticking like that of a clock. It was coming from the opposing wall, one decorated in urban artwork of a portal and other various pictures reminiscent of LSD induced trips. Setting his guitar down, he approached it, moving to lean his ear against the wall. What he didn’t expect was to fall right through it, winding up in Wonderland.

I'll be frank and say this history is serviceable. It's written well enough. But it's not really grabbing. It feels a bit surface, without any of the depth involved to make the character feel like a person. While this is more personal taste, I feel it's written more like what I call "Grocery List" this happened, so then this happened, and so this is how he reacted it to it. But it lacks the why he reacted in that way. It lacks the grounding. I also find it a bit cliche, but it's not bad.

Currently, what's holding this sheet back is vague language, which I feel is a problem in your other works as well. As I had the time to check them out. Without definition or defining the finer details. I agree a sheet can be a summary. I agree a sheet doesn't need a lot of detail. But what detail is given, should be clear, concrete, and be comprehensible.

The Three Cs.

As said before. The sheet is decent. If I was really heavy handed I'd go into some of the writing problems, but because this isn't the advanced section. I am simply asking for more clear, concise depth of the character and won't focus on those details.

I hope you understand where I am coming from.

Forgotten Heroes: Marvel's Underdogs

@BrokenWashing

Nope. Neo doesn't have internet right now. I am still here.

The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

@Gardevoiran

Not much soaked into her head, did it? He had spent most of the time going over the details and he had been given a lackluster response. One without foresight or much thought put into it. Quite frankly it was a disappointment in development.

“You forgot in observation to put other pieces together,” Grant tells her dryly, “Erratic Behavior + Missing Flesh + Five bodies within the last few months could have been a Ghoul’s version of fast food takeout. However, you forgot to add in the additional detail of the fact that there was stabbing and blunt force trauma in that formula. Which means there is some form of premeditation. This was not some starved Ghoul. This not a case that would highlight clues like that.”

Grant takes out his notebook and his pen.

“When putting information together you have to connect behavior and evidence like a puzzle,” Grant mentions.

Case: Garbage “Man”

-Erratic Killing Pattern
Binge Eater; Why? What drives you?

-Lack of body disposal
Taunting behavior? Immaturity? Not cautious? Assured not to get caught?

-Blunt force trauma and stabbing present
Premediative behavior? Subduing behavior. Lack of physical strength then? Quinque? But nothing else adds up.

-Missing Flesh
Ghoul or Chimera? Human?

He reviewed his obsverations before the senior investigators came. It kept his mind occupied. He handed Jericho his current notations.

“Like so,” he told her.

The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

@Gardevoiran@Old Amsterdam

Grant grabbed his coffee, he’d explain on the way. No time to get his car, they’d just walk. Perks of living in Japan was that it was similar to Europe. Specifically in the public transport and how people with ordinary legs could get to districts with relative ease.
America from his one time experience there had none of these perks. He had been only there for a week and he cannot remember the reason behind it. He was young then, though understood the relative ease of transportation even then. Or at least he’d like to assume so.

When they were far enough away from the coffeeshop Grant took a sip of his coffee through his silly straw before saying anything.

“There’s been some serial murders,” Grant begins narrating to Yuno, “It seems they finally have a lead on the murders. We’re meeting Atticus and Decker. As to why you’re here, just tell them it’s an instructing lesson. If they say stay out of the way do it. If they allow you to join, do so. Never waste the opportunity to impress others if you can.”

While he had been told by Seto to tell Yuno to go back to HQ and he ignored that order. He’d lessen the damage by making her follow whatever instructions Atticus and Decker gave her. He didn’t care to disobey those higher rank than him, though he also didn’t care for his day to be wasted either getting friendly with a new partner to only be told to put her back.

That’s not how these things worked. Seto should have known that before giving him orders that contradicted each other. Grant took out a cigarette, holding it between his teeth on the good side of his face he lit it with his lighter. Placing it back, he took a second to take a long drag before continuing.

Watching smoke rise towards the sky before dissipating he continued, “There have been five attacks in different locations within the last couple months. Blunt force trauma and stabbing would suggest a quinque. But the amount of flesh removed from these bodies during the attack would suggest a Ghoul or Chimera. We cannot rule out the possibility of all three, but those are just parts of the information already known.”
Grant takes a second.

“A body found in a park, a body in an alleyway, one in the parking garage of an apartment, the other found in front of a convenient store, and one found in the substation would suggest erratic behavior, no concern of being caught,” Grant mentions though he might mostly be talking to himself, “Sporadic killing, without any discretion could mean it’s a taunting behavior. But it also could be me reading too much into it. Without any secrecy of the bodies and how they were found, there’s not a single sense of remorse or shame or mercy felt for the victims. Generally when a killer hides the body it’s a sign of remorse, shame or mercy, it’s also not a direct call to attention.”
Grant took a sip of his coffee.

Those should cover the basics at least. He wished there was more information beside what he told her. He didn’t like the concept of going into a circumstance in the dark. It isn’t is general method of handling a situation. Though he supposed he’d have to trust that Atticus and Decker were there for a reason.

+++

A little while later, they made it to where he was instructed to meet Decker and Atticus. What he wished from speaking with Jericho earlier is that what he said stuck in her mind.

West border, huh? So where was Atticus and Decker?

“It is important to stay alert,” he tells her, “And pay attention to everything said. The little details stick out, but are often missed.”

No Hope, No Glory, No Problem - A No More Heroes RP

When did assassins kill humor? Jesus he has never met such a stiff crowd in his life. He drained his drink and asked for another silently. Somehow he missed the boner killer of the Grand Church at least there it was understandable. You had Nazi Lolis, some guy breaking through a window and not one of these pinheads could laugh at the fact someone busted through a window.

As he was sipping his cranberry vodka, a second individual entered the room with a literal blood spray that would have made Dracula cream his pants. The final person to enter the bar then congealed the blood in a way that would have made Dracula’s very balls weep in teary ecstasy.

Kimber sighed he didn’t even take masturbation this seriously, even when he really wanted it. He drained his drink as the three individuals called them over. They took Tinder way too seriously, he would have swiped to the right if it weren’t his paycheck on the line. Or his very life.

Taking out a smoke and lighting it, they were in a bar, you were meant to make bad vice choices he walked up to the three individuals with the more grand introductions. Makes him think next time he should just bust through the wall with the Purple Chariot, but the repair would be too expensive for him to have to explain the reason why he did it to his Mother.

“Dinner would have been more romantic,” he tells one of them representatives with a smile.

♠♥♣♦ Welcome to Wonderland (CLOSED FOR NEW REBOOT) ♢♧♡♤

Synapses firing. Colors of blue, and red. Hallucinations associated by the words spoken. Elsewhere. Elsewhere. Elsewhere. I’ve never been here before. It fades. I should go there someday. Convulsing back to life. Revitalized.

Vision of all white. A woman in a gown of white, her hair snow white. Was this heaven, despite all that he done? All that he had done to reject God. Perhaps God hadn’t abandoned him. Silhouettes. Voices of the unfamiliar.

He’d eventually have names for everybody who helped him the day he came here. He still has no reality to grasp at to associate what this place is. They call this paradise Wunderland like the stories his Mama use to read.Yet, it seemed highly impossible. This was all a death like hallucination conjured by his brain to put his body and spirit at ease.

The White Kingdom of Wunderland was run by one White Queen Mirana Blanc. He remembers her being very beautiful to him when he woke in this strange delusion. If he were to consider what an angel would look like, she was not a bad vision of an angel. In fact he prefered this vision of an angel than the demure divine ones he saw in murals and old fashion paintings.

There were twins as well, a boy and a girl. Indigo and Percival though they were also known as Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum. He wondered if they would be insulted by the renditions of them in the books. They looked nothing like how he remembers them in the pictures in his books. Two, large, boys, often of a meaty physique. Being a strange here he didn’t want to insult those who had helped him, so he said nothing nor asked them how they became Tweedle and Tweedle Dum.
Alistair, the March Hare, he had also met was not like he had expected him either. A doctor. Not a messenger. Not a king’s aid. A doctor. It made him nervous to say the least, his calm demeanor gave him more anxiety than it gave him comfort. Again he sounded ungrateful and he hated that about himself.

He hated that he embodied ungratefulness. He shouldn’t complain about a person’s occupation, when that occupation is the one that helped him when he was in need. He should be more grateful of the White Queen and those he had met in this White Castle.
He asked and tasked with helping out in the castle as much as he could. He took today to dust every nook and cranny of the castle. It kept him busy. He didn’t mind it. He didn’t mind what felt like an ordinary task in an otherwise unordinary circumstance. His other jobs consisted of helping out the workers, tending to the garden.

He didn’t know if he deserved this kind of forgiveness. He also wasn't so sure if he were alive or dead at current.
He couldn’t ease this guilt. Or shame. This escape didn’t feel much like an escape and felt more like a prison. You’d think he be more happy about being in Heaven or Wunderland. But the reality of the situation is he couldn’t shake this unease.

Whatever this was, a conjuration of his mind, the afterlife, or really a different world. It didn’t comfort him in anyway. It only made a squirming sensation develop in the pit of his stomach. It’s calm only made his guilt nestle deep inside of him. He tried to distract himself with a spot of dust. As if he could bury himself away in an ordinary task in an extraordinary situation.

Kat’s Garden

Elsewhere in Wonderland, a man sat in a meadow of flowers. A meadow of watercolor delight as colors blended together like an artist palette to work with. Cheshire twirled a flower in his hands, he had sat here every morning in the hopes she might come back.

He had never had a feeling for another before and only understood what the Hatter experienced with Alice with Kat. Yet, she was gone. Vanished. Not a trace of her anywhere. As if her existence had faded completely. He had always fade, but he also ended up somewhere else.He could travel anywhere he liked in Wonderland, not constrained by travel or movement, no lock, no doors, or gates could keep him out.
Yet, here he sat feeling a deep sense of melancholy. That was an unusual emotion for him. He experienced many things, but melancholy was not one that he had experienced. At least not for so long. He kept twirling the wilting candy rose in his hand. He’d wait here for as many days as it took to conjure her soul back.

They use to sit here. She’d bring a basket of goodies. The garden seemed dead without her. Cheshire sighed. He’d just sit here a little longer. Maybe this morning would be different than yesterday. He probably knew it wouldn’t. Is this what Hats felt when Alice disappeared?
He could tell right that girl was not Alice? Probably not. So many new Alice’s in Wonderland over the week. He had experienced something else, animosity towards them. Because they were not the one he was waiting for. Each day they came. Some through is twisted maze. None of them were her though.

Curse the new Alice’s who came.

He’d just sit here for a while longer.

Hatter’s Tea Shop- Mercury Cafe

Mercury Cafe had been described by patrons as a bit twisted. He had to admit the chairs had seen better days with twisted spines and legs. The wood floor had seen better days, as panels created zigzags in the floors. Tea on the tab, they said he had a problem though he wasn’t so exact on what that problem was. Behind jars of all the oddities he had found that were foolproof tested to make great tea.

Side effects were various and Alistair had taken down a few of the jars, quoting them dangerous and poisonous. Though none of his patrons had died during the consumption, so he thought Alistair is being overly worried. There was much to celebrate these days. Alice’s came from their world to this one. One of them being his Alice from so long ago.

He had many things to share her, give her, tell her. If hearts could skip, his would be doing so. Now he had reason to take this out. Dusting a jar off and placing it on an empty spot on the shelving behind him, he set out his very own leaves known as Alice’s Brew.

No Hope, No Glory, No Problem - A No More Heroes RP

@Gardevoiran

What a bore. She didn’t even laugh.

“Back to the Past, Doc Brown,” Kimber gives a knowing smile, but also a smile that also begs for someone to get the punchline. Before she had time to respond though someone new walked in, wearing what looked like a Nazi outfit. But looked like a loli had jumped straight out of an anime.

Kimber took a sip of his cranberry vodka before saying anything.

“Someone call Japan, their Loli Nazi escaped from its offensive stereotypes cage,” Kimber muttered afterward.

The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

@LemonZest1337@BCTheEntity@TheRedWatcher@Alias

She annoyed him. Her optimistic nature at first had him curious. Now it just sickened him to watch her go to great lengths to put on a display. Considering she was fine at this point he walked to the table and placed his phone on it.

Taking his first sip of coffee through the pinky silly straw. It cooled down significantly at least. This day was beginning to become something he could not stand. His phone began to vibrate onto the table. One of Himehana’s choruses began to blare out in the coffee shop. Oh he forgot about that.

*19 secs to 34 secs

He quickly picked it up before the rest of the song continued.

“This is Leitner,”

"Grant? Send Yuno back to HQ, if she's got nothing else going on. You're to meet up with Decker and Atticus. We might have finally found this serial killing bastard. Last known location was about ten blocks away from the West border,"

Grant was going to respond, but Seto hung up immediately. He’d like to get to now that man’s mind someday.

Pulling Yuno back? Odd how he was ordered to meet up with her today. Only to put her away like a puppy being put back in its kennel.

He stiffly placed the phone back in his coat pocket.

“Bit of an unfortunate update, but we have to depart,” Grant said trying to wear that last bit of humanity he had left to the company in Mika and Katashi, “Bisuto you’ve been asked to return. Jericho, with me.”

He knew the stakes. Though curiosity overrode his current cautiousness.