Holy Soldier

Afterlife: Dead Sun

@TominasYou eat Souls to absorb them. Your characters will know what to do because I'll drop a GM post that will explain "the compelling urge to eat them."

Afterlife: Dead Sun [Recruitment]

@Zamokra41Reality is any genre because when you guys died you could have come from different planets, universes, or realities. Also, you can move any fututre questions over to the main game. I mentioned all who posted interest there.

You write your characters after defeating the mini boss but you can only fill out so much. The amount of Souls you get determines how much you can fill out.

You can have them recal their past life in fragments as you fill out their CS because you won't be able to complete the entire CS using one soul. Also, it doesn't matter what theme you choose for your character. It just doesn't. You can pick whatever theme you want.

Afterlife: Dead Sun

@Tominas@ScarescrowYou guys can't build CSes until you defeat the mini boss. The Souls you get from the boss will determine how much of the CS you will be allowed to fill out.

Project Crossover [SMASH ARENA - Only PXO members allowed]

You folks are next to post in the Smash Arena. There is no P.O. Whoever is ready to post in response to the GM post simply can.

@Etherean Fire@Lmpkio@DracoLunaris@Guardian Angel Haruki@Afro Samurai

Afterlife: Dead Sun

DO NOT POST YOUR CHARACTER SHEET HERE. YOU MUST BE APPROVED IN ORDER TO DO SO, SO DON'T DO IT! IF YOU DO SO, YOUR APPLICATION WILL AUTOMATICALLY BE DENIED!!!

Troy Crane - @Duoya
Inari - @Tenma Tendo
Beast - @Tominas
Captain - @Holy Soldier

Active Players: 4 | Inactive Players: 3 (Updated 10/12/2017 (US EST))

SIGMA - @Zamokra41
Luxek - @RyuShura
Bal - @Scarescrow

Afterlife: Dead Sun

@Scarescrow@Tenma Tendo@Zamokra41@Duoya@Athoriel@Tominas

So I hinted at a weakness on your very first mini boss. I wrote the IC in second person just to lay it down for you as writers. When I say "you, you, you, do this, this, feel this, that..." I'm just giving your senses some food. You can write your Spirit going through the whole experience however you want. They can't speak yet, but they are free to think. Just no other Spirit can hear their thoughts. As we previously discussed, defeating the mini boss is your first task.

Edit: I did some post clean up since I posted the IC out of excitement. It should be all revised and cleaned up a bit now. :)

Edit2: I changed it to Souls cannot speak to present a writing challenge and to also show how miserable their lives can be. Funny though, some writers like playing the cliche mute character.

Afterlife: Dead Sun

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Any new players at this time are on hold until the current scenario is complete

Waiting List
None

Inspired by Legacy of Kain: Dead Sun, a game that was cancelled. This game will not be following the exact story line. I am only using the life-after death concept. I had to also add Dark Souls here simply because after staring at the completed product, I was like, "Hm...this does seem a little Dark Souls-y but it's not." So yay Dark Souls!

You died as all living beings are meant to. Whatever story you had to your name is gone. Whatever treasures, belongings, titles, or family you had are gone. You are nothing now, and all of your beliefs—everything you thought you knew—everything you thought to be truth will be disproven. Your soul has arrived in a realm that is neither heaven nor hell. The Afterlife you realize is a dog-eat-dog world. Where only the kings; queens; gods; emperors; whatever you want to call them, they are the most powerful beings in the Afterlife. Each ruler owns a territory where he, she, or it subjugates souls. The souls feed them. The souls worship them. The souls are their slaves—as are you. Did you think that by being good and doing the right thing your entire life that you wouldn’t end up here? Hah!

In the Afterlife, the sun never shines. Instead, it is a big, black ball in the forever white and black sky. In this world there are monsters sentient and primitive, beasts who either coexist or live to destroy one another. These creatures did not exist where you’re from. They might have actually been stories or you might have seen something similar in a movie once. Maybe H.P. Lovecraft was telling the truth all this time but everyone had thought he was too insane?

The Afterlife feels like a whole new planet. There are vast and odd lands with odd creatures and peoples. Predominantly, the Afterlife is full of slaves and those slaves who have been appointed to higher positions in service of their lord or god. You…you won’t know what that’s like. You are a worm. You will only know pain and endless labor. You won’t even see the face of the one who put you where you are. You are a cog in the machine. A brick in a wall belonging to an indomitable fortress. There is no hope for you…or is there?


You made it this far? Good. I was just testing to see if you were actually reading what I wrote. Now, onto the good stuff.

Souls bear no distinct curves or shapes that once would define a being as either male or female. As a Soul in the Afterlife, you are pure white with a gentle glow. You stand on two legs and possess two arms, a neck, and a round circular head, but you have no other defining features. You have two dots for eyes, but possess no mouth and cannot speak. Everyone who joins this game starts out in this form and most of the beings in the Afterlife are in this form. This form is called the “Spirit” form.

Now there is a fancy feature in the Afterlife. I suppose you’re wondering how the gods became gods? Well, it could be because they have been here forever. Simple answer, right? Actually, they were all Spirits once. As mentioned before, Afterlife is a dog-eat-dog world. A Spirit can become something greater than themselves. A Spirit can become a god just like them, but it is a lengthy process. How, you ask? By consuming Souls. It is the only way. Good or evil does not exist. Murder is not wrong, but it can be. It can be wrong if the gods deem it to be wrong. Spirits, throughout the Afterlife, are prohibited from consuming other Spirits and will be captured and destroyed if found out. In the Afterlife, once you die, there is no other place you can go. You simply no longer exist. That fear alone is what keeps the order in the world, and it’s also why the gods have never had an usurper.

An usurper cannot make the journey to the top alone. Many Spirits like you dream of making it to the top and using the great power you have acquired to escape the Afterlife. Greed, however, is why no gods have ever chosen to do such a thing. In the Afterlife, they control everyone and everything. They don’t have to worry about dying again. They fear what would happen if they ascended into Reality. Are you afraid?



Everyone will be a Spirit who has been enslaved and forced to perform manual labor under a harsh whip (mace). The labor won’t always suit a purpose. A Spirit may find themselves moving thorn stones for the sake of moving thorn stones. The true purpose of the subjugation is to keep the Spirits broken mentally and physically. You endure this ridiculous hardship as an Overseer, a creature resembling what you would have called a demon or monster, wounds you with a whip (mace!). Your Spirit is at its wit's end. Is this what it must endure for the rest of its unlife? The Overseer, while sadistically savoring the punishment, has an accident. When attempting to devour one of the unruly Spirits, the Spirit becomes lodged in its throat (happened similarly just different). The Overseer chokes and struggles, and the other Spirits see an opportunity for vengeance. The Spirits overwhelm the Overseer, and as the beast perishes, he releases from his body…Souls. The Spirits eat them, and by doing so they ascend, becoming something greater [I will go into more detail in the Character Sheet section].

Now the ascended Spirits will form a resistance. They will travel together throughout the Afterlife, conquering the gods’ officers and freeing the Spirits from subjugation. The further the Spirits go in their journey, the stronger they become until they too will become gods and on that day, they will be strong enough to conquer the realm and decide whether to traverse into Reality or remain where they are as the new gods.

I plan for their journey to be long and fantastical with horrors and other oddities. This will be a HUGE power-gaming game. So if you don’t like cataclysmic battles that defy all logic, reasoning, and science, then this may not be the game for you because there will be some epic shit once the characters reach that level.


I am going to surprise all of you. Do not fill out this CS. This CS will only be filled out during the game as your character acquires Souls. I am posting the CS, but I will give an explanation beneath it.

Character Sheet Code

Name:
Nickname:
Alias:
Gender:
Form: Spirit [Everyone starts off as a Spirit. Once they have acquired their first soul, then they become ascended.]
Appearance:
Height:
Weight:
Hair Color:
Eye Color:

Personality:

Rank:

Soul Count:

Weapon:

Powers/Abilities:

Companion: (Optional – you will acquire one of these in game if you so want one. This will be occupied by some strange beast)

Spirit Relations: (This is where you document your relations with other spirits – like, dislike, rival, etc.)

Your character will not acquire a name, defining features, gender, etc. until the Spirit consumes their first soul. The first soul will happen automatically as explained in the Plot section, and when that time comes you will be allowed to design your character however you want. They can be male, female, or it. They can be human, humanoid, beast, demonic, angelic, monster-like, fae-like, dragon-like, whatever. With your first acquired Soul, you must choose between them acquiring a Weapon OR a Power/Ability. Only one or the other. Not both. The more Souls your character gains, then the more opportunities he/she/it will have. You will also be able to enhance your character’s features with each Soul, making them appear stronger.

In order to control replication, I will be monitoring powers, weapons, and abilities. I may even regulate that once a character claims a power that another character cannot claim that power in order to preserve character originality and usefulness when it comes to group combat. When you eventually create a character, it does help to use somewhat of a theme, but I really won't be strict on themes.

The Rank section will be like character Level as in a typical game. As I said, I'll go into it more as it becomes relevant in the IC. Basically, Soul Count is XP and the Rank is Level. I want players to later down the line be able to look at their character's CS and take pleasure in seeing how many souls they've collected throughout the game thus far.

I will only accept digital art. I want to see you guys choose some creative artwork to represent your characters’ face claims.


I will only be accepting up to 8 players as well as 8 characters total. Thus, you can only make 1 character. I will be accepting up to 4 alternates in the case any of those 8 players go AWOL as what usually happens with writers on this site. I will deem a player AWOL if they disappear for 30 days without any notice.
@Tenma Tendo✓
@Duoya✓
@Tominas✓

Q&A

Q: Is reality the "real world"?

A: Yes. The realm of the living.

Q: Was reality modern?

A: Reality is not a specific genre because your character could have come from different time periods, planets, or dimensions.

Q: Does my character have any memory of his or her past life?

A: As you unlock parts of your CS with the number of Souls your character consumes, you can have them slowly remember things. However, as a Spirit ranked character (a Nothing), they don't remember squat.


1. No drama. Those who have been in my RPs know that I don't play the "whining" game. I treat all players like adults, and therefore, if you come here not acting like a grown human being, I won't put up with your crap. I will just ask you to leave. This is a no drama zone.
2. No is No. If I ask you to change, tweak, or get rid of something, then it is usually for the sake of the game. While every character here can reach a power-gaming level, this does not mean I will allow you to have certain powers that just destroy all life, balance, reality, etc. That would be ridiculous, and therefore, this is also a no bullshit zone.
3. Mary Sues/Gary Stus. Yes, even in a game that raises future god-types, I will not be allowing Mary Sues or Gary Stus. In this game, what I will deem as a Mary Sue or Gary Stu would be those horrible people who like to make: "I wanna be a dragon-unicorn-neko-angel-demon-attack helicopter-sand dragon-dune lord." While I don't care if people mix and match their characters features. Such as a character may be draconic but has angel wings. Or a beast man may look like a bear but have a lion's mane. While I do not mind these customizations, I just will not have what I stated in the quotes. If I see it, I will warn you about it, and if you make a habit of it, I'll just ask you to leave.
4. Writing Quality. I am very big on quality over quantity, but quality often goes hand-in-hand with quantity. Quality posts are often full of quantity. If you write like you belong in the Free RP zone, then do not join this game. I guarantee you most of the people in this game write on a casual to advanced level. So yes, if you write like this is a Free RP, I will not accept you. The reason why is because if you are role playing with someone who gives you like 5 paragraphs to 3 pages of writing and you respond to that person with 3 sentences or even 1 para. It's an insult. You just wasted that person's time and gave them nothing to feed off of and work with. It is a muse kill. Not allowed here. Sorry, but there's a reason why this RP is here and not in the Free zone.
5. Images. If you guys ever use images, please shrink them down or put a hider around it if it is ridiculously huge. Posting up some 800x600 image above your post is not cool. Don't do it.
6. Color Discipline. If you are one of those people who like to color your posts or your character's speech, then avoid "NEON" colors and "DARK" colors. No one wants to see neon colors blinding them. No one wants to see colors that bleed into the gray background of the site. Try to use an in-between and if you run out of colors, there's this site you can Google called "HTML Color Codes" and you can nab some six digit color code there. Again, no neon and dark colors.
7. Be Creative. You are literally building an entire character in this game--through the game. Bring some creativity. Be willing to interact with others, and when we get into the open world, use your imagination to its fullest. You are going to see creatures unlike what we see currently on earth in the Afterlife. You can make them up and even give them a name, and we'll make a Bestiary. I want you guys to just go crazy with your creative energy here. So please have fun, and if you aren't having fun, don't drag everyone down with you.

Afterlife: Dead Sun

@Scarescrow@Tenma Tendo@Zamokra41@Duoya@Athoriel@Tominas

There was a white light blinding your eyes. You felt cramped, hot, and uncomfortable. Why was everything so hot? You couldn’t speak, and despite the unbearable temperature, you could not sweat. Where am I!?

There was the shrill groan of what sounded like a rusted and iron gate opening. You were tossed; you tumbled; until your small form was crushed within a giant black fist. It was dark but for the numerous glowing bodies that surrounded you. You realize then that there were more confused Souls just like you, frightened and lost. They did not speak. You could only hear their timid whimpers as you and them were carried into the sky. The fingers unfurled beneath you, revealing the gaping maw of a monster. Its teeth were yellow, jagged, and misaligned. Its gums were so dark red you might have thought they were just clumps of coagulated blood. A pink and lengthy tongue unfurled from the creature’s mouth to dribble saliva down the fat swells of its chest. You saw that it had no eyes and from its pale-head protruded horns or antennae—you couldn’t tell and they might have been a combination of both. You fell.

You and a few others were fortunate enough to miss the monster’s gaping mouth and instead tumbled and bounced down its white globular belly. One Soul who had also missed the creature’s mouth had fallen across its tongue and as it rolled near the tip, the monster’s tongue curled, rolling it up like a rug. You and the surviving others struck the basaltic floor, and above you, you could hear the grunts and crunch of the giant gobbling the Souls up. Their bodies popped and tore between its grinding teeth, spilling blood like a sanguine curtain down its quivering belly that squirted blood from its stapled seams. The monster uttered its finishing gluttonous grunts before it gulped audibly and leaned over to belch a black gas upon a few of the survivors. You watch as their bodies turn black and shrivel in the heat of the gas.

There were even fewer of you now and the monster sadistically laughed. You’re frozen—afraid to move as you wondered if you were next. The monster instead scratched at the staples across its belly before it hauled what appeared to be a massive iron mace onto its armored shoulder.

“All right,” the tongue the creature spoke was nothing you had ever heard before, and somehow you understood it. “You lucky ones are my new Spirit slaves. I got hungry and ate my old ones.”

The monster, now to be called The Horned Guard tensed a little in surprise as it uttered a, “Whoops!”

He shrugged his colossal mace from his shoulder and swung it over his head to bring it slamming down like a hammer on top of what appeared to be a large iron cage behind you. The door he had opened to draw out the handful of Spirits was slammed closed, snapping several Spirits who had tried to crawl free in two, and leaving some to writhe on the ground without arm, leg, or head. You realize that you had been in that cage once. The cage was pure white from the thousands of Souls tightly packed together in what looked like a glowing and wiggling snowball.

“Almost had some escape…that wouldn’t have been good,” the creature muttered to itself. It retracted its mace and gazed upon the Spirits that were still sitting and lying about. With an annoyed growl, the Horned Guard swung its large mace, crushing a few Spirits beneath it who had been too slow to flee. It slid the mace across the ground, leaving a red smear and crushing a few other slow Spirits in its path. With another wicked chuckle, it retracted its mace and growled, “You lazy shits! I let you out of the cage and all you want to do is lie around! Move those stones! They’re in my way!”

The Horned Guard indicated to the large black blocks with sharp red and glowing thorns curving out of it. There wasn’t a single area of the block a Spirit could grasp that wouldn’t make them bleed. Afraid to be killed, a few Spirits raced over to the stones to attempt to move them. The first Spirit to the block abruptly stopped when it nearly ran into one of the thorns, but the Spirit behind it had pushed it into it, impaling its body on the stone. Other Spirits followed like lemmings accidentally bumping into each other and causing more to be impaled. The Spirits eventually figured out that the bodies impaled upon the thorns made the stone safer to move and proceeded to do so while the Horned Guard hysterically laughed.

“You stupid little shits! Ha, ha, ha!” The Horned Guard’s laughter suddenly ceased as its teeth came together in an ominous frown. One of the Spirits was sitting on the floor with its arms wrapped about its legs. Why wasn’t it obeying it!? Why wasn’t it working!? “Rah! Disobedience!”

The Horned Guard swung its mace at the Spirit, and the Spirit rolled out from beneath the weapon before it struck. The Horned Guard’s horns went stiff and upright in shock. With a frustrated growl, it began bashing its hammer on the floor, cracking the basalt and sending fragments flying into the air. Unfortunately, the Spirit didn’t make it.

“Don’t ever defy me! NONE OF YOU!” the Horned Guard screamed before he marched back over to the Spirit pin and opened the lid. It set his mace next to the iron cage and dunked both of its hands into the white batch, swirling them around and gathering fistfuls. The Spirits were like weeds gripped in its hands and the Horned Guard in its greed and gluttony began cramming them into its face, rumbling away with its grunting and munching. It had barely finished the first fistful when it crammed the second fist in, its cheeks expanding like balloons. A few Spirits were even crawling out through the holes in them. The Horned Guard swallowed and the writhing Spirits that survived the fat creature’s chewing expanded in its throat as they tried to escape. Some fell passed the ball of carnage lodged in its gullet, while others clawed desperately at its slick esophagus. The Horned Guard’s horns drooped across its head as its hands reached up to grasp its throat.

You notice the Horned Guard wasn’t making its usual sound of grunting and munching. It was choking and wheezing. Turning away from the cage, the guard dropped to its knees with a loud boom! and hunched over until its stapled belly swayed upon the floor.

The Locker

There was a white light blinding your eyes. You felt cramped, hot, and uncomfortable. Why was everything so hot? You couldn’t speak, and despite the unbearable temperature, you could not sweat. Where am I!?

There was the shrill groan of what sounded like a rusted and iron gate opening. You were tossed; you tumbled; until your small form was crushed within a giant, black fist. It was dark but for the numerous glowing bodies that surrounded you. You realize then that there were more confused Souls just like you frightened and confused. They did not speak. You could only hear their frightened whimpers as you and them were carried into the sky. The fingers unfurled beneath you, revealing the gaping maw of monster. Its teeth were yellow, jagged, and misaligned. Its gums were so dark red you might have thought they were just clumps of coagulated blood. A pink and lengthy tongue unfurled from the creature’s mouth to dribble saliva down the fat swells of its chest. You saw that it had no eyes and from its pale-head protruded horns or antennae—you couldn’t tell and they might have been a combination of both. You fell.

You and a few others were fortunate enough to miss the monster’s gaping mouth and instead tumbled and bounced down its white, globular belly. One Soul who had also missed the creature’s mouth had fallen across its tongue and as it rolled near the tip, the monster’s tongue curled, rolling it up like a rug. You and the surviving others struck the basaltic floor, and above you, you could hear the grunts and crunch of the giant gobbling the Souls up. Their bodies popped and tore between its grinding teeth, spilling blood like a sanguine curtain down its quivering belly that squirted blood from its stapled seams. The monster uttered its finishing gluttonous grunts before it gulped audibly and leaned over to belch a black gas upon a few of the survivors. You watch as their bodies turn black and shrivel in the heat of the gas.

There were even fewer of you now and the monster sadistically laughed. You’re frozen—afraid to move as you wondered if you were next. The monster instead scratched at the staples across its belly before it hauled what appeared to be a massive iron mace onto its armored shoulder.

“All right,” the tongue the creature spoke was nothing you had ever heard before, and somehow you understood it. “You lucky ones are my new Spirit slaves. I got hungry and ate my old ones.”

The monster, now to be called The Horned Guard tensed a little in surprise as it uttered a, “Whoops!”

He shrugged his colossal mace from his shoulder and swung it over his head to bring it slamming down like a hammer on top of what appeared to be a large iron cage behind you. The door he had opened to draw out the handful of Spirits was slammed closed, snapping several Spirits who had tried to crawl free in two, and leaving some to writhe on the ground without arm, leg, or head. You realize that you had been in that cage once. The cage was pure white from the thousands of Souls tightly packed together in what looked like a glowing and wiggling snowball.

“Almost had some escape…that wouldn’t have been good,” the creature muttered to itself. It retracted its mace and gazed upon the Spirits that were still sitting and lying about. With an annoyed growl, the Horned Guard swung his large mace, crushing a few Spirits beneath it who had been to slow to flee. It slid the mace across the ground, leaving a red smear and crushing a few other slow Spirits in its path. With another wicked chuckle, it retracted its mace and growled, “You lazy shits! I let you out of the cage and all you want to do is lie around! Move those stones! They’re in my way!”

The Horned Guard indicated the large black blocks with sharp red and glowing thorns curving out of it. There wasn’t a single area of the block a Spirit could grasp that wouldn’t make them bleed. Afraid to be killed, a few Spirits raced over to the stones to attempt to move them. The first Spirit to the block abruptly stopped when it nearly ran into one of the thorns, but the Spirit behind it had pushed it into it, impaling its body on the stone. Other Spirits followed like lemmings accidentally bumping into each other and causing more to be impaled. The Spirits eventually figured out that the bodies impaled upon the thorns made the stone safer to move and proceeded to do so while the Horned Guard hysterically laughed.

“You stupid little shits! Ha, ha, ha!” The Horned Guard’s laughter suddenly ceased as its teeth came together in an ominous frown. One of the Spirits was sitting on the floor with its arms wrapped about its legs. Why wasn’t it obeying it!? Why wasn’t it working!? “Rah! Disobedience!”

The Horned Guard swung its mace at the Spirit, and the Spirit rolled out from beneath the weapon before it struck. The Horned Guard’s horns went stiff and upright in shock. With a frustrated growl, it began bashing its hammer on the floor, cracking the basalt and sending fragments flying into the air. Unfortunately, the Spirit didn’t make it.

“Don’t ever defy me! NONE OF YOU!” the Horned Guard screamed before he marched back over to the Spirit pin and opened the lid. He set his mace next to the iron cage and dunked both of his hands into the white batch, swirling them around and gathering fistfuls. The Spirits were like weeds gripped in its hands and the Horned Guard in its greed and gluttony began cramming them into his face, rumbling away with its grunting and munching. It had barely finished the first fistful when it crammed the second fist in, its cheeks expanding like balloons. A few Spirits were even crawling out through the holes in them. The Horned Guard swallowed and the writhing Spirits that survived the fat creature’s chewing expanded in its throat as they tried to escape. Some fell passed the ball of carnage lodged in its throat, while others clawed desperately at its slick esophagus. The Horned Guard’s horns drooped across its head as its hands reached up to grasp its throat.

You notice the Horned Guard wasn’t making its usual sound of grunting and munching. It was choking and wheezing. Turning away from the cage, the guard dropped to its knees with a loud boom! and hunched over until its stapled belly swayed upon the floor.

Afterlife: Dead Sun [Recruitment]

@Scarescrow@Tenma Tendo@Zamokra41@Duoya@Athoriel@Tominas

Hey guys. Since the OOC is basically already made (see this OP), I decided I'm going to launch this game with the IC first since I can easily copy-paste the OOC over and add more features to it at my leisure/pleasure. I'm letting you guys know that I'm writing it right now. :D