Chapatrap

Low-Fantasy RP set in 1914 Paris [High Casual-Advanced]

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@EsmetheGreat

Thank you very much.

"Tentative maybe" for me. When you presented the concept to me first I didn't think I'd be interested provided I had no clear idea on where to go with the presented premise. But provided I get some lee way to be necessarily directly puppeted by this deity I could do something with it.

@Dinh AaronMk

We shall discuss over Steam. Also, I'm changing the name. Parisian Assassins is a disgusting name.

Low-Fantasy RP set in 1914 Paris [High Casual-Advanced]

Name Pending

The Binder caught you in your final moments before your untimely death. Instead of drifting into the cosmos, he took you to his plane of existence and gave you another chance. Another chance at your own life on Earth, to see your family and friends again, to perhaps do something great with your life. But there was a catch to such a wonderful opportunity being offered to you. In agreeing to wander the human plane of existence again, you must do it under his terms. When your "contract" with the Binder is up, you shall become human. But until then, you are not fully human. Your body has received modifications. You wield a power that was never meant for humans, a power capable of twisting and destroying your mind without careful supervision. It is capable of taking the lives of others and it is for that reason that you have them. The Binders enemies roam the Earth and it is your job to vanquish them in exchange for your own life. When you vanquish an enemy, you will feel just a little bit more human. Your powers will strengthen and your sanity will stay intact. However, those feelings of humanity will not last for long. Eventually, you will begin to feel the tug of insanity at the frayed edges of your mind and that is when you must kill for the Binder. Those being killed can be anyone - a priest, a rapist, a charitable saint, it does not matter. You might not like but your hands are tied. You agreed to his terms and you must abide to them. In the case of your own death at the hands of a target, you will get no third chances. The Binder cannot save you from death a third time. But do not fret - you're not alone. Others are like you. Ghosts in a human shell, doing the Binders bidding for a second chance at life. They have powers, perhaps powers different to yours, as well as opinions, views and regrets. You can rely on your allies. But you can never know their names. When you died, your name and previous life was lost to the cosmos. The Binder has given you a new name - perhaps it was something he observed of you in your old life, perhaps it's just random. We may never know. The spectre of war looms over Europe as nations square off over miles of territory. But don't let the politics of man concern you. It is June, 1914. The Binder has introduced you to the city of Paris. Perhaps it had something to do with your old life - perhaps it didn't. Not all of you are French but you get by during the day, blending into the grey masses. But by night, you sleep lightly, waiting for the call of the Binder. Your four companions do the same. You hide your powers, saving them for a better time. But they still tug at the corners of your mind. But no matter who you have to kill, no matter the reason, remember what it's for. Your humanity. And if we can't gain back our humanity, then what are we?

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In case you didn't understand from the above spiel, this is an RP in which we play a group of indebted dead people killing for a cryptic supernatural being known as "the Binder" in early 20th century Paris. When we have killed enough of its "enemies" that he is happy, he will release us back into our old lives, which we currently have no memory of, but until then, we're stuck doing his bidding. To assist in our killings, we have each been given a power to use but at a deadly price. The use of such a power without supplement from the Binder will destroy our minds and bodies. You don't get a third chance at life, so be careful. The story shall centre around the hard morale choices, the damage our powers do to our minds, the guilt of killing seemingly random people and our doubt in the Binder that we will all have at many points during the course of the RP. As well as all that, we'll be killing both normal human beings and humans working for creatures similar to the Binder, seemingly for no reason at the command of the Binder. We have all been in the service of the Binder for several years now, within Paris and there is no end in sight. But you keep hold of the vague idea that you'll regain your life, your name and your memories if you please the Binder. The mechanics will work in a way that is no doubt familiar to other RPs. Our group of 4-5 characters shall be given a target which we shall RP the killing of over the following IC days and nights, using whatever means necessary. Who actually kills the target doesn't matter, as it effects all of our characters equally. The kills will be stealth-oriented, as will the powers. Think Corvo from Dishnoured as opposed to Conan the Barbarian when creating your character and powers. In case this RP receives more attention than I anticipated, I'll open up places for other characters into the plot - the Parisian police force investigating the strange string of deaths, assassins of other beings and maybe even a target who becomes harder to kill than usual. I'm looking for people dedicated and willing to tell a good story. By that I mean, willing to accept the fact that your character may die if things start going wrong. As for posting ability, those of you who consider yourselves "High-Casual" or "Advanced" are welcome. I realise some of you Advanced folks are more "post a novel of a post once a week" and I have no problem with that. As long as people do post and post well, I won't mind the length, pacing or content. Just don't be silly in your posts and we'll get on fine. I think that's it. In the actual OP, I'll have information on everything else but until them, questions are welcome.

[Open] Self-Discovery Quest!

I hope the green slime isnt some kind of radioactive mind controlling thingy XD I had to let it drop on humhum , panicky Humhum is fun to me XD *writes the bunny book down to find and read it*

@TalijaKey

From what I remember, it's not as cute and fun as I thought it'd be.

Precipice of War - We Write Under The Sign Of The Goat

<Snipped quote by Pepperm1nts> We need to start a kickstarter to buy you a bunch of self-help books on tape to listen to while trying to post. Maybe those'll work.

@Vilageidiotx

"Step one: Sit down at your computer. Step two: Place your hands on the keyboard. Step three: Write, fgt, people are waiting."

We're all expecting something massive and explosive from Hugs return post and all we'll get is a post about Freddy combing his beard and deciding whether he should have Coco Pops or Cornflakes for breakfast.

[Open] Self-Discovery Quest!

So I'll just like, wait for the right opening point.

@Darcs

I said in my latest post that Artemis heard a cry somewhere. Perhaps you can relate that into your characters opening post somehow.

[Open] Self-Discovery Quest!

"We got caught by the Polis welcoming committee and they checked us into the penthouse of the finest hotel in Polis!" snarled Artemis, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Look! This clump of hay is the finest in all the land, these manacles are a unique addition and no hotel room is complete without a bucket to shit in!". The blobfish had been awake for several minutes longer than his Sand-Shark companion and had already figured out what happened. Although, he couldn't remember what exactly had happened. One minute, he was asking to borrow some money from his companions and the next minute, a large creature who looked like it'd overdosed on protein shakes had pulled itself out of nowhere and after that, it was a blur of grunts, cries and roars. And to make it worse, his back had become sunburned and horribly itchy. His flabby, useless flippers couldn't reach around to his back to scratch at the peeling skin, so he had resorted to laying on his back and pushing himself backwards and forwards to merit some relief. He rolled his eyes at Luka and continued grinding his back along the ground, occasionally groaning with relief. While doing so, he looked around the dark cell. His eyes were small and not strong enough to see in the dark properly, so it was all just black, blobby shapes. There was something slimy on the wall beside him, occasionally brushing against the side of his body. He shivered at the feel of it. At least his body was receiving some moisture. His other companions lay around the cell in various states of unconsciousness, while the only sound to be heard was the dripping of water from the cracks in the walls and the occasional cry from far away. Artemis paused slightly when he heard the cry before sighing at the irritable itch on his back and continued rubbing his back across the ground.

Free Winds [Reboot]

As soon as Apokalipse posts, I'll post too.

Precipice of War - We Write Under The Sign Of The Goat

Oh dear, we're all full of mistakes today. EDIT: Spelled "mistakes" wrong. Lol.

[Open] Self-Discovery Quest!

It's a bunny that likes hip-hop. Get it?

@Darcs

Is your character referencing that book about sentient rabbits that go on a big adventure yet can't count past four?

[Open] Self-Discovery Quest!

Artemis flopped in front of Peter hurriedly, attempting to defuse the situation before he got hurt. "What he means is, we're weary travellers looking for a place to stay for the night. Please, we're not thieves. I mean, look at this bunch, how could they possibly steal any...." Artemis glanced around at his companions. A ditzy llama, a starving Sand-Shark, a dead man with his jaw hanging off and a humming man-bird hybrid looked back at him. "Oh God...." he murmured, realising how strange this must of looked. The guard grunted in agreement. "Okay, we can let you into Polis on a few conditions. A, don't scare the children or the baby seals. You make the baby seals cry, you're out. 2, don't steal anything. X27, take a look in the mirror and fix yourself, you disgusting little sausage" said the guard finally, staring down at the blob fish with a look of disgust. "Oh and we'll need a bit of the old coin before we let you in. You know, for our troubles" said the other guard, a smirk forming on his face. "The local authorities take bribes, there's stork records and a siren dating service. What a lovely city Polis sounds like" said Artemis, rolling his beady eyes. He flopped around to face his companions. "Okay, men...and lady-llama thing, we're going to need to pull together a bit of cash to give to these individuals before they'll let us in. Thing is, I left my wallet in my other pants, so if one of you can lend me something, I'm willing to pay it back at a later date" said Artemis, with a large shit-eating grin on his face. Not even in the gates of Polis and he was already looking to break into something.