Apollosarcher

The Marked (Dishonored Roleplay.)

@Pathfinder No, get creative use what you like!

The Marked (Dishonored Roleplay.)

@Pathfinder @CrystalApple @Sketcher @Simple Unicycle OOC is up and you can begin character creation!

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The Marked (Dishonored Roleplay.)

The isles in peril, whales have vanished and now with no source of oil the world has changed yet again. Tyvia without it's guns and watch towers has fallen back into the hands of the princes and princesses who have pulled it from the empire. Without Tyvia, Morley soon fell into cause as years of hate and anti-empire sentiment has finally caught up to the Morley. The newly crowned king of Morley has declared Morley Independent of the Empire, so to the north the soldiers of Gristol and the Imperial navy are embattled heavily with these two nations.

Sekonos has only recent declared it's neutrality in the conflict and will not aid anyone one country. Instead the country flourished under it's young Duke, who has imprisoned the rightful Duchess. Worst of all, the however is in Gristol the aging Emperor Samuel has died and his grandson now rules the Empire. A council of advisers hold the true power waging war while the child Emperor stills through boring lessons ignorant to the truth of his country.

The Whale oil shortage has changed Gristol, only the guard now carry guns bullets with whale oil a precious commodity. Rifles are now used giving the guards ranged weapon of truly terrifying power, the gangs of the isle's have taken to using homemade 'boom' sticks. Propelling shrapnel made from glass, silverware, and other such items these dangerously unstable weapons do not use well oil but blasting power.



Pain echoes from the isle, the void calls to the people of isle's the abbey broken by war and corruption. Each day the Outsider finds more and more interesting people to offer his mark to, time and time again they prove boring or die doing the predictable. You have been given this mark, the Outsider himself has taunted and tricked you towards Gristol, Dunwall in a small bar that smells of piss and blood. The Hound Pits pub sits riverside, abandoned and disused it is a refuge a shrine to the Outsider and a cache of weapons left behind. You have been brought here to begin your quest, to take revenge for crimes against you. When it is over... The choices you made will decide if an empire lives or dies.

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So the entire idea of this RP is based on a handful of people from around the isles who were chosen by the Outsider. Each of them has fallen from grace, lost something that makes them who they are. I would like each character from a very different background and more importantly from different isle's from an inventor to a swords woman. The idea of this is to tell the story of this small group who change and shape the course of Empire for ages to come.

Character sheet

Title: (The swordsman, the duelist, the inventor, the painter. Who you are to this world.)
Name:
Sex:
Age:
Appearance: (No real life images, descriptions are fine.)
Skills: (Your combat abilities.)
Powers: (You'll unlock more these with each mission completed. Bold the one you start with.)
Bio: How you were dishonored and why you seek revenge.

@Simple Unicycle @Pathfinder @Sketcher @CrystalApple

The Marked (Dishonored Roleplay.)

@Pathfinder Well with you we have enough, I'll work on an OOC and try to have up before the holiday. If not I'll get up by the following weekend.

The Marked (Dishonored Roleplay.)

@CrystalApple Sure I'm happy to have more people!

The Marked (Dishonored Roleplay.)

Bump.

The Marked (Dishonored Roleplay.)

@Simple Unicycle @Sketcher Awesome thanks for the interest!

The Marked (Dishonored Roleplay.)

You are broken, your life shattered. Everything you have ever known ripped away from, not even your good name lives on. Yet you are alive, alone and with only one purpose revenge. How you take it, how the story unfolds that is all the interest I have in you. The powers I give you are your's to command however you wish flee from the world or fight against it, kill or find other solutions.

However you are not alone, destiny or fate perhaps? It has given me a few very interesting people, the world is in conflict the second crown wars have come and all the world will change based on the actions you all take. However you must work together decide if the world changes forever.

However you choose, know this you interest me.

-The Outsider

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The isles are in turmoil, with the boy Emperor waging war with the other nations of isles there is no peace.

It began in Tyvia, the exiled Princes returned with the support of the people and declared the freedom and sovereignty of there lands. The prisoners brought home, and the high judges disposed Tyvia has truly become free once more.

Morley's king was assassinated and then came a blood succession war, with it's end a member of secessionists of Morley took the throne. Morley began with embargoes, then openly fired on Gristol ships, then finally declared a war for freedom from the Empire.

Serkonos was the last to join in the fighting, the former duke a long time friend of the royal family. Yet shortly after the death of aging duke, rather than his daughter the eldest taking the throne his younger son jailed his sister and declared that Serkonos would stand alone.

What happened to you? How did you lose? What will you do to take it back?

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So the entire idea of this RP is based on a handful of people from around the isles who were chosen by the Outsider. Each of them has fallen from grace, lost something that makes them who they are. I would like each character from a very different background and more importantly from different isle's from an inventor to a swords woman. The idea of this is to tell the story of this small group who change and shape the course of Empire for ages to come.

Character sheet

Title: (The swordsman, the duelist, the inventor, the painter. Who you are to this world.)
Name:
Sex:
Age:
Appearance: (No real-life images, descriptions are fine.)
Skills: (Your combat abilities.)
Powers: (You'll unlock more these with each mission completed. Bold the one you start with.)
Bio: (How did they dishonor you and why do you seek revenge. Try to be descriptive. Tell us about those who worked with the person who ruined your life. They took from you and then mocked you before casting you aside. Rage burns and you wish nothing more than their eternal suffering.)

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

Well lets hope something happens to Ariin... Otherwise he might get bored. He's got mental images and the ability to create fake little realities... How could I turn this into something stupid and very anime fan-servicey...

Meanwhile Paladin is a depressed robot.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

Ariin

Inside Paladin's central cortex

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Ariin was... Somewhere, he wasn't quite sure exactly where he felt as if trapped inside a black hole. Time and space no longer seemed to have meaning, simply existing was... Difficult. He felt as if he constantly demand his own memories to remain in place, for his consciousness it was fluid. Sometime's he was on Mar's sewing up clothes and cooking meals for his siblings. Other days, he was in boot camp having the shit kicked out of him by a man twice his size.

Ariin slowly began to organize his thoughts, he began to understand the inner workings of the system. The patterns, the rituals, the code around him. He felt as if merging with him. As if had not been trying erase his consciousness but meld with it. Relaxing finally he did not lose his mind yet now he could see his body reform no doubt this 'dream' was done to ease his struggling. Whatever it was Ariin recalled a moment he wanted to watch, a moment that defined him. A moment he could look at and never forget what drove him to being here, he remember the burning of his world. He stared at it, unsure for how long from his spot inside a space holding his crying siblings as he knew what the Cruxi meant to do, genocide.

Paladin

Paladin grumbled exiting the simulation, groaning as he slammed his fist into the console. Ariin memories had him doing far more advanced moves and even using the shield as a weapon. Yet he had gotten himself killed more times then he carried to think about. He had failed the mission a dozen times over, he knew what needed to be done his fleshy host however was far to unwieldy. He had just started tugging on Ariin's clothing over the plug suit, feeling unnatural without layers over his body.

The former titan of war stepped away from the console, looking at the other arrivals. He grit his teeth carefully, he did not understand how to interact with them. Ariin's memories showed him disregarding protocol several times when speaking to them yet he wanted to follow protocol... Admit his failures in the simulation, yet he could not something hurt him inside... An emotion, pride? No he was not proud creature he knew that, no he felt shame. Shame that he could not live up to pilot Sorus, who had risked everything to try and protect those around him. Who gladly was ripped from his own body if only to see the enemy driven back, so he spoke up looking between Katya, Zim, and Roger.

"I have failed a simulation... Again. This is one pilot Sorus has yet to fail, and his effective rate remained at a solid eighty percent. I cannot manage above a twenty, nor can I survive the mission." He spoke staring at the console again, eye burning with hatred and fury. He would master it, he had too. "I have been told by the doctors I am to remain in this body? I am unsure that is the best course if I do not improve, pilot Sorus is... Was much more capable." The former frame spoke touching the eye carefully before shedding the clothes, back down to his plug suit. Sitting back down he touched the port above the eye, the point where he had entered this body. "Pilot Ariin would be throwing a fit... He would demand we strike back and find Elora..." Paladin chuckled. "The boy was always so emotional, especially towards anyone who resembled his sisters." With that Paladin began to ready another simulation, he would improve and perhaps one day he would make Ariin proud.