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Forgotten (Vampire Roleplay)

Oh don't worry! I prefer soft introductions (:

Forgotten (Vampire Roleplay)

Okay, maybe wrap this up and then do a skip to when they're all at the castle?

Obsidian: Wyverns

Ditto. ^_^

Rulers of Humanity Character Dump

Loki

“Humans, they’re always so gullible…”
LOKI|FEMALE|UNKNOWN AGE

AGE APPEARANCE:
Twenty-four
SEXUALITY:
Pansexual
JOB:
To wreak havoc
BIRTHPLACE:
Jotunheim
PERSONALITY:
As a God, one is expected to have a sense of pride – they are worshipped and revered! – and Loki is no different. Despite the humbling positions she has been in due to Odin’s wrath, Loki still pertains to this expectation and is incredibly confident, maybe even arrogant. Nothing daunts her and when she faces a problem, she pushes through. This relates very well to her gambling addiction; when she loses a bet, she is quick to find a way around it. Leading to her next trait: Loki is undeniably cunning, more so than any other God on Yggdrasil. Any word that comes out of her mouth can possibly be a lie and the Gods have learned not to trust what she says so easily – well, except for a chosen few, namely Thor.

Even though she tries her hardest to make everyone’s life a living hell, Loki isn’t inherently evil. She doesn’t believe in total dominance over the human species, but instead thinks that everyone should remain in their own realms as intermingling is sure to lead to the trouble she doesn’t want. Loki, at the end of the day, just wants to have fun, especially so because all she finds is dull boredom wherever she looks. Though, that being said, Loki is a force to reckon with when she is out for blood and is not to be played around with due to her hot temper. When angered, she becomes icy and can hold a grudge for a long while until she exacts her vengeance.

On a different side to her, Loki is oddly maternal to her monster children, of which had been ripped away from her, though no one else. She enjoys knowledge and wit; if she finds anyone of this make, she will surely battle them with clever riddles to prove her superiority.

LIKES:
- Knowledge
- Children
- Coldness
- Puzzles/riddles
- Tricks

DISLIKES:
- Odin
- Seriousness
- Stupidity
- Hot weather
- Humidity

HISTORY:
Loki was born in Jotunheim to a frost giant and an Aesir; this makes her half-frost giant. When she was only ten, she became the “blood” sister of Odin much to her ire. They never got along as Loki always played tricks on him and he was boring, in her opinion.

Loki had four children. Three of them was from a frost giant and were all considered monster: Hel, who became the ruler of Helheim; Fenrir, a giant wolf who Odin chained away due to his destiny of killing the God; and Jorgumandr, the Midgard Serpent that dwells in the oceans, lurking for the time in which he will kill Thor. Loki had birthed one more son, a son she had in order to escape a possible debt, but one that she loves just as much as the others. His name is Sleipnir, he is a eight-legged horse whom Odin rides.

Unknown to Odin, Loki had an affair with his son Baldr, the God of Light and Purity. When Baldr married another woman, Loki was enraged and so she calculated his death perfectly and now he lives with Hel, Loki’s daughter. Loki blamed Baldr’s death on his brother and Bladr’s sister killed him.

Loki attempted to prevent Odin from taking over Midgard and was sent to the bottom of Yggdrasil, to be tortured by a snake’s venom. Her best friend, Sigyn, helps her by holding a bowl and catching the poison and then dumps it away from the roots of Yggdrasil. Loki convinced two Vikings who came down Yggdrasil to poison the tree and throw the Gods’ into an inescapable slumber.

Rulers of Humanity

Loki

“Humans, they’re always so gullible…”
LOKI|FEMALE|UNKNOWN AGE

AGE APPEARANCE:
Twenty-four
SEXUALITY:
Pansexual
JOB:
To wreak havoc
BIRTHPLACE:
Jotunheim
PERSONALITY:
As a God, one is expected to have a sense of pride – they are worshipped and revered! – and Loki is no different. Despite the humbling positions she has been in due to Odin’s wrath, Loki still pertains to this expectation and is incredibly confident, maybe even arrogant. Nothing daunts her and when she faces a problem, she pushes through. This relates very well to her gambling addiction; when she loses a bet, she is quick to find a way around it. Leading to her next trait: Loki is undeniably cunning, more so than any other God on Yggdrasil. Any word that comes out of her mouth can possibly be a lie and the Gods have learned not to trust what she says so easily – well, except for a chosen few, namely Thor.

Even though she tries her hardest to make everyone’s life a living hell, Loki isn’t inherently evil. She doesn’t believe in total dominance over the human species, but instead thinks that everyone should remain in their own realms as intermingling is sure to lead to the trouble she doesn’t want. Loki, at the end of the day, just wants to have fun, especially so because all she finds is dull boredom wherever she looks. Though, that being said, Loki is a force to reckon with when she is out for blood and is not to be played around with due to her hot temper. When angered, she becomes icy and can hold a grudge for a long while until she exacts her vengeance.

On a different side to her, Loki is oddly maternal to her monster children, of which had been ripped away from her, though no one else. She enjoys knowledge and wit; if she finds anyone of this make, she will surely battle them with clever riddles to prove her superiority.

LIKES:
- Knowledge
- Children
- Coldness
- Puzzles/riddles
- Tricks

DISLIKES:
- Odin
- Seriousness
- Stupidity
- Hot weather
- Humidity

HISTORY:
Loki was born in Jotunheim to a frost giant and an Aesir; this makes her half-frost giant. When she was only ten, she became the “blood” sister of Odin much to her ire. They never got along as Loki always played tricks on him and he was boring, in her opinion.

Loki had four children. Three of them was from a frost giant and were all considered monster: Hel, who became the ruler of Helheim; Fenrir, a giant wolf who Odin chained away due to his destiny of killing the God; and Jorgumandr, the Midgard Serpent that dwells in the oceans, lurking for the time in which he will kill Thor. Loki had birthed one more son, a son she had in order to escape a possible debt, but one that she loves just as much as the others. His name is Sleipnir, he is a eight-legged horse whom Odin rides.

Unknown to Odin, Loki had an affair with his son Baldr, the God of Light and Purity. When Baldr married another woman, Loki was enraged and so she calculated his death perfectly and now he lives with Hel, Loki’s daughter. Loki blamed Baldr’s death on his brother and Bladr’s sister killed him.

Loki attempted to prevent Odin from taking over Midgard and was sent to the bottom of Yggdrasil, to be tortured by a snake’s venom. Her best friend, Sigyn, helps her by holding a bowl and catching the poison and then dumps it away from the roots of Yggdrasil. Loki convinced two Vikings who came down Yggdrasil to poison the tree and throw the Gods’ into an inescapable slumber.

Rulers of Humanity Character Dump

(Insert Picture here (I prefer digital art))
“Quote-y quote quote if it suits your fancy…”
Full Name:
Gender:
Age: (23-er, uh, hm, 70?)
Age Appearance:
Sexuality: (not that important but just thought I’d put that in here for anyone who wishes to use it)
Job:
Birthplace:
Appearance: (Only if you do not have a picture or if there are differences from the picture)
Personality: (Make it hella in depth :D)
Likes: (five)
Dislikes: (five)
History: (Explain, uh, like, uh, where you guys, like, uh, came from and stuff (I bet you said every damn uh in this joint)(Please oh please do not make an overly sad past that is just so freaking sad even though the chances of your mother being shot by your dad after finding out she is having an affair, your brother dying after running over the Taco Bell dog, and your dad being killed in a plane crash due to no freaking reason are very slim.))

(Make it all nice and neat ^_^)

Rulers of Humanity

|Character Dump|

Introduction

Excavation Camp, Greenland

6 December, 2014

Glaciers floated peacefully in the water on this wintry day, beautiful and glimmering in the sun – they caught the eye of anyone who bothered to look out at sea. Nikita Nedbalek glanced wishfully at the bobbing hunk of ice, wishing she could be that carefree. Her excavation team had yet to find anything other than an old arrow, their hopes falling at another dead end. Nikita huddled into her jacket, imagining a beautiful long ship floating on this water, heading towards a new destination, a new beginning for the Vikings. Her light blue eyes traced the border of ice, picturing women and children preparing for the return of the men. They had scoured the entire area, her and the team, but nothing was found. Nikita couldn’t help but look once again, thinking she might have missed something, hoping that something was there. But, wait, what was that?

Nikita narrowed her eyes, squinting to see until her eyes hurt and her cheeks ached. In the ice cliff, there was a tiny crack, wide enough to fit a person. How had they missed it? Did they accidentally skip it somehow? It didn’t matter; Nikita leapt to her feet and prepared to call for her team. Turning, she gazed onto the miserable folks. They were huddled together to shield themselves from the icy wind like penguins, and every few seconds, one of them would light the fire that had blown out. The sky was just beginning to darken, night lurking over their shoulders in the distance. Nikita couldn’t bear getting their hopes up and then dashing them if it ended up being nothing. She would just have a quick peek, and if it was something she would alert them…if it wasn’t, they would go home.

Snow crunched under the brunette’s feet as she sprinted to the cliff edge. Blood thundered in her ear and her nose burned from the cold, but all was disregarded in favor of coming closer and closer to her discovery. The hopeful feeling had churned into an excited foreboding in her gut. Skidding and sliding, Nikita arrived to the edge, but she was faced with a dilemma: she had no equipment. Too far to quit now, she lowered herself over the edge and placed her booted foot on an ice ledge. She descended and descended, her feet slipping every so often, but she would always catch herself. It was with immense relief that her frozen legs splashed into the cold water, the liquid sloshing onto her pants and chilling her to the bone – it was worth it: she had to find something, had to, or everything would have been for naught.

Looking around, Nikita searched for the crack in the wall, her gloves slithering across the wet ice as her teeth chattered and her skin blued. The Nedbalek heiress felt her heart plummet and her actions became jerky, frantic. The crack was gone, nowhere to be seen! She pounded on the ice walls, kicked at the shore, but her reactions caused nothing but pained limbs. Nikita backed away from the wall, tears dribbling from her eyes and stinging her face with winter.

“No,” she sobbed, “this can’t be! This can’t be the end! For it all to be a-a hallucination.”

Nikita had a moment to wipe her eyes of the remnants of sadness before she left. Opening her puffy eyes, the ice twinkled back at her – she snarled at it. Then, to her amazement, the ice cracked vociferously like a soaring whip and blackness zigzagged down the blue-white structure, just wide enough for her to go through. Nikita could not help the joyful smile – maybe she missed it somehow?

She squeezed her body through the gap and started to walk in total darkness. It twisted and turned, continuously sloping downwards, and the only thing that guided her was the cold walls pressing on her shoulders. Many times did Nikita almost fall, her foot hitting a rock in the rising water. When she had begun to fear drowning, the water up to her shoulders and her body numb from the chill, the water had lessened the further she went until it slopped against her ankles. Claustrophobia crept in the back of her mind, a fear that she would reach a dead end and not be able to return, but Nikita pressed on until finally the narrow passageway opened up to a cavern.

Nikita could not believe her eyes.

The tunnel had led to a ledge in the cavern that precariously shook with every step. Light filtered from nowhere, drizzling over the cavern in the morning light that was not possible to see during this time of day. The beams illuminated a wall of dead, black bark at least a mile away that stretched for on and on; Nikita could not see the end of the wooden wall as blackness danced on the sides of the cavern. A long, thick branch that was easily the size of a black road and the color of one created a slanting bridge to the wall and underneath it was pure black. For a startling moment, Nikita was afraid she had found an abyss, but then her rational mind once again took over. It was only when she glanced up that her rationality left her – the wall ran up and up and up until distance obscured her vision and black reigned. Nikita realized it was a tree, a twisted mangled tree.

“That’s impossible.” Nikita snorted, shifting nervously on her leg. “I definitely did not walk that far.”

That same foreboding sensation tingled in her stomach, but Nikita knew she must press on. She was far too close to turn back now. With nowhere else to go, the archaeologist began to walk the thick branch. It did not budge with her weight, did not move. Every once in a while she would walk into a twig – if you could call it that, but it was a twig if the wooden road was a branch - in her path, it would take up most of the room and leave almost no walking space; Nikita would have to grasp the thick twig and inch past on her tiptoes. There were no leaves, only barren sticks attached to each other by fate.

Her feet were just beginning to tire, the soles aching and her arches in pain, when she decided to take a break. Sitting down in the middle, she only then realized she was no longer cold. She wasn’t hot either; it was a neutral temperature that hung precariously in the balance, only one element needed to push it to one side. This air was heavy on her skin like in the woods, but felt light on her lungs and she could breathe in the scent of a forest. There was another scent; there was no way to describe it except that it reminded Nikita of death.

Curiosity took a hold of Nikita’s heart, and ever so slightly, she inched to the edge. Dancing dark was all she could see – it disturbed her. The woman was just about to move away when a slight ripple of movement, only slight, shuddered through the tree and Nikita, frightened, slipped. Gravity had control over her body as she plummeted, falling and falling and falling.

And falling. And falling. Her screams had become yawns after falling for four hours, the air whooshing by her and become customary. Her fear of death was conquered by complete boredom as she continued to descend. The light followed her, revealing the black bark wall and the half mile she had walked. Nikita knew she must be out of shape if walking half a mile had worn her out. As she continued to fall, Nikita had forgotten that she would die, or deliberately pervaded it, and instead thought of what she would do when she returned to the excavation camp. The first thing was to get into shape.

All thoughts were ceased when her back collided with the edge of another branch and snapped, effectively killing her.

For sixty-four hours, Nikita’s dead body fell. The once icy cavern wall on her left had become the wet dirt of underground, and then stone, and then it was nothing but stars twinkling around her body. And still, in this reversed sky, the bark wall continued to run and her body continued to fall until her sixty-four hours were up.

Nikita’s back first collided with the ground, shattering all her bones and ripping through her skin, then her head made contact – it, too, shattered against the ground. Her beautiful light blue eyes were the only thing left untouched as they stared glassily into the nothingness that was above. She laid dead amongst the feet of someone else.

Nikita’s blood ran a river towards a large bark arch – a root. The wall of bark had roots grown out of it, thicker than the branch, which were jabbed into the ground savagely. The blood made contact with the root and was immediately sucked up. Instantaneously, the black bark became a healthy brown color, the air lightened until the scent of death was no longer present, butterflies and birds began to chirp and the dull morning glow became brighter, happier. The cavern thumped with life from Nikita’s sacrifice.

The feet twitched and green eyes opened.

The feet were connected to tan bare legs that ran up the torso of a woman, her body covered in a coarse ripped brown rucksack of a dress. Her hands were chained to the stone wall behind her, her wrists were raw from the metal rubbing against her skin. Matted, greasy black hair stuck to an oily forehead as emerald eyes roamed her whereabouts. A hand trembled on a protrusion above her and a decapitated snake head shuddered as its body beckoned it. Her eyes caught that of Nikita’s dead body and she frowned.

Her mouth opened, and when she talked, a croaking raspy sound came out instead of the beautiful tinkling of what was associated with women. A single sentence was said.
“You have brought the destruction of your brethren.”

The Vikings had lived in peace on Greenland for five hundred years. They worshipped their gods reverently, but their gods were not to be trusted. Greenland, unknown to the Vikings, possessed a gateway to Yggdrasil, the world tree that held up all of the realms, and was therefore a bridge for the gods to Midgard, or their beloved Earth. Even though they were worshipped by the Vikings, they wanted more – they wanted to rule humanity. Odin, the ruler of the Gods, had set his sight on ruling all of Yggdrasil. The only thing standing in their way was Loki, the Goddess of Mischief who not only enjoyed putting a wedge in Odin’s plans, but believer wholly that a flawed being such as Odin was not meant to rule. Loki continued to interfere until Odin cast Loki down Yggdrasil and had her chained by the roots, forever to have a snake’s poison dripped on her. Sigyn, Loki’s best friend, followed her down with a bowl to always catch the snake’s poison for her. Unfortunately, Sigyn would have to dump the venom every so often and the toxin would drip onto Loki’s body, causing her to writhe in agony and tremors to startle the peace of Greenland.

In 1406, two of the Vikings had stumbled across Yggdrasil and had successfully traveled to the bottom, riding on Ratatoskr’s back – Ratatoskr, a gossiping rat, was the fastest being on Yggdrasil and could travel the length of Yggdrasil in three days while it would take a human to climb many years. When they arrived to the bottom, they were met with Loki’s chained body. Sigyn was not present as she had left to pour the bowl of venom away from the roots of Yggdrasil lest the tree be poisoned. Jerking with agony, Loki barely managed to tell them the Gods’ plan and offered her solution to protect humanity.

The two Vikings were to take a cup of the serpent’s venom and pour it onto the roots of Yggdrasil. The Great Tree would die and, since they gather their energy from the tree, all of the Gods would fall into a deep slumber to never wake again. However, Loki warned them, the sacrifice of a human will arouse Yggdrasil and so will the Gods. The only way to prevent this, the Vikings gathered their people and left Greenland, never to return.

Now, you, the players, will be playing as Nikita’s excavation team who are searching for their lost leader. You must band together with the unleashed Loki in order to defeat Odin and persuade the other Gods from taking over humanity. Many of you will be archaeologists, but it is not mandatory. You can be whatever can fit into the team – maybe a local historian, maybe a super kickass worker: it is up to you.



1. As the GM, I have complete say in what is what. Don’t forget that.
2. Quality over quantity; no one-liners
3. Please do not get into arguments, and if it is concerned with the RP, bring it to my attention
4. Romance - I love it – however, very often I see players put another player in an awkward position in order to achieve romance and, under the circumstances, the other player often says yes in order to not seem like an utter douche. If you wish to have a romance with another player, ask over PM before you even hint at it in the RP. Another thing, do not make your character all about the romance…it’s annoying.
5. You do not need to be an expert in Norse mythology, I certainly am not, and much of the mythology is going to be tweaked so as to be…different. However, it would be nice if you had a general overview of Norse mythology. (Warning: the Avengers is not an accurate area to gather your knowledge from; they, too, tweaked it)
6. No God-modding or any of that other general stuff everyone hates
7. Post at least once a week – I’m not picky about time, I know that life is hectic, this is all I ask
8. If you need to take a very long leave of absence, holler at me or whatever the kids say these days



At the top of your post, please put the place and the time that your character is currently at. If they are traveling from one place to another, just put a dash with the second place following the first. The time will not be specific, but will instead be as following:
Morning
Noon
Afternoon
Evening
Night
Midnight

Example

Narnia – McDonalds
Noon – Evening
Barbra Streisand had a hankering for a McDonalds’ Big Mac, so she left Narnia through the closet and galloped on her magical pony towards the nearest fast-food restaurant. It took her forever to get there because her pony was fat.

CS

(Insert Picture here (I prefer digital art))
“Quote-y quote quote if it suits your fancy…”
Full Name:
Gender:
Age: (23-er, uh, hm, 70?)
Age Appearance:
Sexuality: (not that important but just thought I’d put that in here for anyone who wishes to use it)
Job:
Birthplace:
Appearance: (Only if you do not have a picture or if there are differences from the picture)
Personality: (Make it hella in depth :D)
Likes: (five)
Dislikes: (five)
History: (Explain, uh, like, uh, where you guys, like, uh, came from and stuff (I bet you said every damn uh in this joint)(Please oh please do not make an overly sad past that is just so freaking sad even though the chances of your mother being shot by your dad after finding out she is having an affair, your brother dying after running over the Taco Bell dog, and your dad being killed in a plane crash due to no freaking reason are very slim.))

(Make it all nice and neat ^_^)

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I wouldn't either

Obsidian: Wyverns

I LOVE YOU ALL :D

I thought I posted that last night, derp.

Forgotten (Vampire Roleplay)

Flutteraway said
No worries, I thought that might have happened or I just explained it in the wrong way! Um, next little probably slightly stupid question, can I start with just awakening or should I input myself into whats happening right now?

I would make it where your awake and in the dungeon and we'll just say that the elders left you in there because you were taking longer to wake