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9 yrs ago
Happy 10th Anniversary, RolePlayer Guild! Its been one hell of a ride (Definitely didn't misspell that as "help" the first time, and have to re-post it)
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9 yrs ago
Thank the lord for the Roleplay Guild. Otherwise I might actually have to pay attention in lectures
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9 yrs ago
"Remember the times you could have pressed quit - but you hit continue" Hope everyone's having an alright day. If not, I hope things pick up for you
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10 yrs ago
You shot Church, you team killing fucktard!
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10 yrs ago
My sister saw me watching the Co-Optional Podcast and thought I was skyping my friends. How ridiculous! I don't have friends.
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Bio

The Dyslexia is strong with this one.

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Name: Madeline “Mad Maddie” Hollinghurst

Race: Vampire

Age: 91 (Approx.)

Appearance:


Maddie’s face is lean and slender, with a small cluster of freckles gathered around her slim nose. Her eyes are a reddish maroon, and her eyebrows have been finely plucked. She has a sharp chin, broad forehead, and a wiry neck. Maddie has raven hair that flows down past her shoulders. She has a skinny build, with faint curves, and a surprising amount of muscle for someone with such delicate features. Her body is fairly toned, with a hint of softness.

Personality:In life Maddie was unhinged, maniacal, and otherwise sick in the head. In Death, Maddie’s madness has only increased in severity. A volatile young Vampress with an aptitude for violence, Miss Hollinghurst is an amoral individual, possessing a complete disregard for the rights and feelings of others. Impulsive and aggressive, Madeline has a long history of behavioural problems, vicious outbreaks, and sadistic tendencies.


Bio: Maddie was born in Liverpool, England, initially being raised by a family that were troubled in both the psychological and financial sense. Madeline’s father was a dockworker who put in multiple shifts, before spending all of the day’s earnings on drugs and booze, and then going home and beating his mother and his baby girl. When he was particularly irate, daddy Hollinghurst would lock young Maddie in her room for days on end, accompanied by several fresh bruises and scars for good measure.

The young girl grew up without friends or siblings, and spent her leisurely time catching rats and birds in traps that she’d set up about the family’s home, before breaking their necks once she’d claimed her bloody prizes.

The start of the Second World War saw Madeline evacuated to Devon, where she was taken in by the eccentric Doctor and Mrs Blackwood. The radical change in lifestyle took some adjusting to, but Madeline quickly became very fond of the pair, liking them a great deal more than her birth parents. The Blackwood’s tutored young Maddie, and she soon fell in love with the vast expanse of books that were available in their homes library, after the Doctor had taught her how to read and write.

Despite finding life more enjoyable, Maddie continued her old hobby of capturing and torturing animals, up until one fateful evening where Doctor Blackwood caught the young girl in the act. Fearful of how he might react, Madeline was rather surprised to the find that her foster father was not so much horrified by what he found as he was fascinated, taking an even greater interest in young Madeline. The Doctor begun to develop a physiological profile of Madeline, based off of both behavioural observations and interview sessions he held with her, diagnosing her with several different personality disorders, as well a plethora of psychopathic tendencies. Rather than try putting her in therapy or giving her medication, Doctor Blackwood instead encouraged her to take her urges out animals, in an attempt to placate the “darkness” inside her, and make her less of a threat to other humans.

Taking a fondness to his adopted daughter, Doctor Blackwood begun to pay for Madeline to be tutored in several extra-curricular activities, buying her lessons in everything from art, literature, and ballet, to fencing, marksmanship, and martial arts. While she really took a shining to the combat based activities, Madeline still immensely enjoyed the less-aggressive classes.

Madeline spent the duration of the war under the Blackwood’s tutelage-growing especially close to the good Doctor, as they bonded over their butchering of woodland animals-and grew to become a rather intellectual and competent young woman, becoming somewhat forwards thinking for someone with such an arsenal of mental defects.

During the course of the war Madeline’s birth farther was conscripted into the army, ending up being killed by friendly fire, while her mother died during the Liverpool Blitz. With no parents to return to, Maddie remained with the Blackwood’s, living out her idealistic lifestyle within Devon.

Unfortunately, even in paradise the sunsets.

One of Doctor Blackwood’s former patients, Edgar Burgan, broke into the Blackwood estate in the dead of night, slipping into their mansion without being detected. Unhinged and completely unstable, Edgar butchered the Doctor and his wife in their sleep, only missing Maddie because she was in the basement fiddling with her rat traps.

Upon discovering the bodies of her dead foster parents, Maddie slipped into a state of complete physiological madness, breaking down to the point where she was no longer functional. With no one else to care for her, Madeline was dumped in the young person’s ward of the Arthur Derrington Private Clinic and Asylum, being confined to an enclosed cell, without access to the outside world, which only served to worsen her already damaged state.

Madeline spent many years within asylum, during which she attracted the attention of one Archibald Walden; a rather well composed but completely insane vampire, masquerading as a doctor within the facility.

Archibald pulled Madeline from her cell, and dumped her back in his small woodland cottage. Madeline’s vampric sire was fond of hunting townsfolk through the woods at night, before bringing them back to his abode and then draining them of blood and using his surgical skills to create twisted artworks out of their bodies. Thankful for Maddie’s company, Archibald imparted his talents onto the young girl over the years, continuing the Blackwood’s tutelage, whilst also imparting his medical talents onto her. However, as is the nature of psychopaths, Madeline eventually grew bored of the doctor, and it wasn’t long before he found himself on his own dissecting table.

After a fair few decades of stomping around England, brining terror wherever she went, Madeline eventually made her way over to the American West Coast; specifically the city of Santa Somabra.

Living in the vast tunnel network beneath the city for some time, Madeline befriended an undead named Diego Treviño, and together they formed a gang that would come to be known as the Snatchers. Madeline and her thugs would kidnap high-profile characters from the surface world, and Diego would then masquerade as a stealthily bounty hunter, ‘rescuing’ the individual back for their relatives, for a hefty fee of course. The Snatchers only existed for three years, but within that time they grew to become one of the most prominent crews in all of Santa Somabra, and Madeline and Diego grew to become immensely wealthy.

One evening, the snatchers were pulling a con where Madeline kidnapped the then mayor of Santa Somabra, before dragging him down to the tunnel network for safe keeping, when Diego double-crossed her, tipping off the SSPD as to her whereabouts. A swat team stormed Madeline’s hiding place, rescuing the mayor, and the vampress barely managed to get out alive.

On that day the Snatchers split into two gangs: The Reapers –lead by Madeline- and the Rotfaces –lead by Diego-.

The bad blood between the factions has only turned even sourer over the years, as both groups take every opportunity to undermine the other.

Utilizing her vast wealth, Madeline began buying up as many street-level goons as she could, before leading a mass takeover on the turf of the Hanged men; the gang who controlled the Runez market in Santa Somabra.

After a series of bloody skirmishes, the Reapers soon had control over all of the Hanged men’s territory. As a symbol of her victory, Madeline ripped the still-beating heart from the chest of the Hanged men’s leader, before eating it infront of what remained of his old crew.

Fast-forwards a few years or so, and the Reapers are one of the major contenders in Santa Somabra. Part of their proficiency comes from the fact that all of the money which Madeline makes she pours back into her gang, building them into a terrifyingly powerful faction. Madeline rules largely through fear, as both rival gangs and her own men have witnessed far too many times what she is capable of in order to get her way.

Other: Given her unhinged mental state, a few of the Reapers question Madeline as the choice of leader, however they are too terrified to speak out against her.

Having become infamous for her complete lack of morality, and her sadistic tendencies, Madeline Hollinghurst is generally regarded as one of the most monstrous characters in Santa Somabra.

“And here we have Saint Somabra herself, for whom this city is named” Sullivan announced in his sing-song voice, flicking to the next slide with the remote.

An archaic painting of a pale woman in a blood red shawl shone onto the projector screen, evoking a quiet murmur from the seated audience. Her plain smile had the ghostly hint of a grin twisting at its smooth edges, and her piercing blue eyes seemed to be almost mocking the painter, as though she were privy of some dark truth that the rest of the world was oblivious to.

“A controversial figure,” Sullivan continued “the archives tell us that Chaerina Somabra was the daughter of a wealthy nobleman, who had her married to a pagan suitor.”

Sullivan paused for a moment, gazing up into those piercing blue eyes. He could have sworn they were staring back at him.

“When she would not lie with him, her wicked husband had her whipped and beaten, tearing off her clothes and shaming her in front of his household.

Filled with rage, Chaerina feigned submission, before murdering her husband in his sleep, and burning his estate to the ground, denouncing it as unholy ground, and an aberration to the Lord God.”

Sullivan pressed the remote again and the same pale woman, now in a crimson toga, was shown soaring above a field of fire, huge golden feathered wings protruding from her back, and a sun-like halo running in a glorious arch above her lithe head.

“Accounts vary on what transpired next,” the lecturer explained, addressing the audience in an open manner “Anglican’s would have us believe that Chaerina livid out the rest of her days helping the needy as atonement for her murderous misdeeds, the Vatican that she used her family’s ancestral residence as a home for lost souls.”

Sullivan hit the remote once more, and a crumpled scroll, worn around the edges, flashed onto the projector screen. Intricate yet hard to make out text covered the old parchment, written in what seemed to be fine black ink.

“But the most interesting account comes from this cryptic document uncovered by scholars some years back, which began the movement to have Chaerina Somabra’s sainthood recalled.”

Pausing for what was verging on an uncomfortable amount of time, Sullivan slowly turned to face the projector screen, and began reading from the scroll.

“The haze that covered our eyes has been lifted, and false idol of the Lord has been exposed, yet I fear this dark revelation has dawned too late upon her hapless prey. She is no matron of virtue, no disciple of the maker, no herald of the almighty. A mask of benevolence hides a terror most foul, and the bloody queen’s sins will stain the house of our holy father for as long as this she-demon walks his sacred earth.

There is no haven to be found within the harpy’s lair, only machinations of the darkest nature, and the unholy tendrils of Satan himself. You will find no sanctuary within the house of Somabra, no more than the twisted bodies who came before you. Her blasphemous atrocities have awoken ungodly terrors, and her unsuitable appetite for the souls of the righteous can never be satisfied.

Do not enter the house of Somabra, lest you never again emerge. Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate.”


Sullivan turned back to face his audience, lightly tugging at his crispy white collar. “A dire warning, I think we’d all agree, and one that leaves the reader itching to know the dark details of what allegedly transpired within the home of Chaerina Somabra. Unfortunately, this fragile document is the only thing that indicates that Saint Somabra was ever anything other than saintly, so it seems that, for now at least, what the author of the document refers to shall remain a mystery.”

The lights turned on seemingly all at once, flooding the crowded lecture hall with a wave of bright white light, and illuminating the audience members who sat in simple plastic chairs at the back of the room.

“Thank you ever so much for coming down here,” Sullivan said pleasantly “I hope you found the experience to be worthwhile, and I wish you all a safe journey home.”

A steady stream of applause drifted over from the far side of the room, which began to dwindle down to a quiet murmuring as the spectators got up to leave. They drifted out in a gentle line, stopping to shake Sullivan’s hand as he stood patiently by the exit, giving his individual thanks to those who’d attended his lecture.

Soon the room was all but empty, leaving only Sullivan and a talk gentleman in a blue pinstripe suit. The figure slowly rose from his tacky plastic chair, walking with the predatory grace of tiger in long grass as he made his way over to the lecturer, delicately moving his dark fringe away from his eyes.

“That was a fascinating lecture, Professor.” The figure remarked in a slick voice, sliding his hands into his trouser pockets.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Sullivan said nonchalantly, focused on collecting his notes back into his leather satchel.

“I hope I’m not keeping you,” the figure continued “but I was hopeful I could get your opinion on something.”

Sullivan paused, placing his satchel on the floor “I can’t see why not.” He said cheerfully. The professor lived alone, and was in no hurry to rush back to the confines of his apartment.

“Excellent.”

The figure pulled a sleek black smartphone out of his trouser pocket, handing it over to the professor.

There was a video playing on loop on the screen. The sound was muted, but Sullivan didn’t need to hear what was going on.

A slender woman was sprawled out across a plain mattress in high definition, her arms and legs bound to the bedposts. Her face was scrunched up, and the tears that streamed down her cheeks glistened under the camera light. She was dressed in skimpy bondage fetish gear, covering only the bare essentials, and the ropes that constrained her shock violently as she struggled and thrashed about.

A hand appeared onscreen, clutching a piece of broken glass, and the woman began to struggle more frantically, a look of sheer terror plastered across her features. The next few moments were a blur, there was a flash of colour, and then the glass was in her exposed stomach, bubbling out great red rivers.

Sullivan stepped backwards, unable to form words.

“You see, the part that really interested me…” the figure said, taking the phone back from Sullivan’s loose fingers with ease. “Is this –particular- frame.”

The figure wound the video back with one slender finger, pausing on a specific image.

The screen showed the frame where the unseen figure first pulled out the shard of glass. There was a man’s reflection in the glass. Sullivan’s reflection.

“You fucking monster…” wheezed Sullivan, wide eyed.

“You’ll forgive me for not buckling under the judgment of a man who gets his jollies from cutting up college students.” The figure laughed heartily, as though he were watching stand-up.

“What d’you want from me?” Sullivan managed, clenching and unclenching his fists.

“I’m sorry?” said the figure, grinning slyly.

“What is it that you want? I’m assuming you seek to gain something out this.” The lecturer said through gritted teeth.

“Very astute,” the figure said with a light smirk “I legitimately couldn’t care less about your little vice, heck; we’ve all got one. I like gardening. Unfortunately for you, my employer sees things very differently.”

“And what does your employer want?” Sullivan asked with poorly concealed malice thick in his voice.

“Pack up your little workshop, and get the fuck out of Santa Somabra.” The figure said with sudden sternness “You have until tomorrow morning; if you’re still within city limits by then then you’ll get to find out first-hand how easy it is to make a body go missing.”

Sullivan considered this “I’ll need to swing by my apartment first and-“

The figure waved his hand dismissively “Don’t bother. Your current place of residence has already been repurposed, and your belongings redistributed to the needy.”

“THE FUCK?!” Sullivan let out a primal roar, tossing his leather satchel at the figure, who gracefully ducked beneath it. The satchel soared across the room before crashing into the wall, sending pieces of paper flying across the room.

“Are you quite finished?” The figure asked with a pompous smirk.

Sullivan said nothing.

“You’ve got you instructions,” the figure said with a shrug “do what you will, I still get paid.”

And with that he turned and walked out of the lecture hall, his fiercely polished shoes clacking on the tiled floor.
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If you mean smashed a cake in her face and chucked her into a pool - then yes, yes she did.


I believe that qualifies as 'hella rad' on the rad scale.

I don't know what to do now that Night warden has left. Had originally planned some interaction with him, but oh well.

Now I need to figure who else of our cast might possibly know Andy.


Feel free to PM me if I can help in any way/you wanna throw some ideas around.
I've been leisurely working on Maharet's next piece, might be a little dialouge heavy but nothing too impacting until the next plot-transition-post. Hope you lovelies had a good weekend, my little sister turned sixteen on Saturday - was a fun day.


And the same to you! Hope your little sister had a rad birthday.
This has very much got my interest. Cant wait to see what comes of it.
I want to make something that stands up to a certain quality, so I won't finish the second IC post today, but it should be up soon. Amazing posts all around guys, Santa Somabra is really coming to life.
Unfortunately, I'm not going to have time to sit down and write until after this weekend, and I don't want to keep everyone waiting, so I think I'm going to withdraw. Sincerest apologies, and I wish everyone the best of luck with this rp.


There will still be a place for you here if you can't get anything down until after the weekend, but if I wont try and interfere if you'd rather drop out. Regardless, I wish you all the best in the future, and hope to see you back here somewhere down the road :)

To the rest of you, I'll start working on the next big plot post tomorrow.
@Kingfisher

So I had a lot of free time on my hands, so I thought I'd write up a location and short lore on the city itself. I felt it necessary, since we're currently map-less.

I'm leaving most of the locations with very vague, simple descriptions, and not actually going into high detail about it. Leaves more room for creative freedom. What places I have gone into detail about are the places I feel require the most fleshing out.

If anyone else has things to add, feel free to post. The more we have, the better.


  • East coast United States. Akin to San Francisco in terms of size and population density.
  • Divided into two main halves: Upper and Undercity.






I really appreciate the effort put in here, and it all looks solid, but if anyone wants to do anything like this in the future then please reach out to me first. I don't mind little bits of worldbuilding, but as the GM I feel like mapping out the entire city should be something I'm a part of that. I understand the need for an city map though, which I'll get working on soon. Oh, Santa Somabra is on the west coast, as stated in the intro OOC post.
@Strawberry425 Chase is accepted. Welcome to the party! Feel free to put him in the character tab.
@Rockette, thank you so much! It's beautiful. I was planning to use the "Anthea Pendleton" fancy font that I had at the top of my character sheet, but yours is so much better.

I'm working on a post guys! I'll get it up as soon as I can. Once I figure out what Anthea is doing.


Some of Ruzghul's men might be a tad suspicious of Anthea after the riots, so you could always play that angle if you're lacking ideas.
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