Kingfisher

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This is the roleplay that needs bringing to life. Hmmm, maybe you could use your magic touch, @Kingfisher? It is rather interesting. Sorry if I seem persistent, I just tend to get bored being in the GMT timezone. However, I shall bow down to your holiness in the hopes that I don't annoy you.

@Wade Wilson

I really appreciate the gesture, but I'm stretched quite thin as it is, and I don't think I could manage many other roleplays at a standard I'm happy with.

The Kidnapping [FULL]

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Sorry for the late reply! My hamster nearly broke out.

We currently have 4 suspects (you being the 4th), and I'm hoping to get 6 suspects altogether.

@Wade Wilson

No worries! Glad to hear Dobby is being adventurous.

Ah okie dokie, I'll look forwards to that then.

The Kidnapping [FULL]

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Welcome to The Kidnapping, Suspect #4. I hearby pledge my excitement in your interest. Do feel free to invite your fellow roleplaying friends.

@Wade Wilson

Gotcha boss man.

Did you have a specific number of members in mind?

The Kidnapping [FULL]

Just tagging to see if @Kingfisher is interested.

@Wade Wilson

Oh you scoundrel, you.

I, Kingfisher, master of playing chubby-girls, do hearby pledge my interest.

Fallout: Capital Graveyard

The chapel sat amidst a plateau of twisted trees and cracked soil. A small clump of headstones were dotted about outside it, surrounded by the rickety remains of a white picket fence. The chapel itself was in poor condition, with gaping hole smashed straight through its crumbling shingle roof, and the windows all broken and shattered.

Its remarkable the fucking things still standing Hestia thought to herself as she huffed and heaved her way up the pathway to the chapel, which had been partially enveloped by the irradiated ground around it. Her Brahmin trundled along behind her, considerably less out-of-breath and sweaty than its owner.

A dark-skinned corpse, clad in motley green armour, lay face down in the mud, and Hestia carefully stepped over it as she made her way inside the building, tying her Brahmin to a great grey treat which stood sentinel next to the chapel.

”This is Three Daaaaaaaawg, and you’re listening to Galaxy News Radio!” a sudden burst of sound made Hestia jump out of her skin. She spun straight around, only to be greeted by a quaint little radio which was propped up on an old stool.

She laughed awkwardly to herself, breathing a slight sigh of relief, before plopping down against a wall as she puffed and panted in exhaustion.

“How’re you handlin’ things out there in our very own Capital Graveyard, boys and girls? Life sure is fucking swell!” the radio bleeped.

Hestia regained enough strength to stuff her face with snack cakes, liking icing and pastry up off of her plump lips.

“Did you kids see the lightshow down at Rivet City?! A little birdy told me some suits and ties came sneaking into everybody’s favourite Aircraft Carrier a while back, and that all that crazy blue electricity was some sort of weapon those shady creeps were using against the Enclave. I don’t know what’s going on with these guys who’ve just rolled up in Post-Apocalyptia, but if they’re stickin’ it to our authoritarian lords and masters then they get the thumbs up from old Three Dog!”

After her bottomless pit of a stomach was reasonably satisfied, Hestia went wadding out to her Brahmin, collecting a sleeping mat and covers, as well as a box of supplies to get her through the night, before setting up her own little shelter inside the chapel. All the while, the man on the radio kept nattering on.

“So what else has been going on in the DC Hellhole? We’ve had a sudden influx of life over at Paradise Falls, and that son-of-a-bitch Eulogy Jones seems to be expanding further and further out into the wastes. Hasn’t he caused us all enough pain and suffering?! Between the Enclave, raiders, slavers, and what’s left of the Super Mutants, roads out in the wilderness just aren’t safe, so make sure you only go trekking through the Graveyard if it’s absolutely essential. These are dark times children, so have some advice, courtesy of your all powerful lord and master; find a settlement, set up shop, and stay there. The best bet you busy little bees have is to tie yourself to a group of like-minded wanderers, and hope things turn out better than they are right now.

It’s a grim world out there, boys and girls, and when have I ever been one to hide the truth from my loyal disciples?

Until next time, this has been Three Dog, and you’re listening to Galaxy News Radio; your guiding light in the radiation!”

Welcome to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

I'm still here, just slowly working through my RPs. Once I'm done with this other one, Santa Somabra is next.

@DJAtomika

Very much still here. Just waiting for peeps to get something up, as I feel like the last plot post was quite a big one, and I don't want to clutter up the IC.

Hope everyone is well! Excited to see what y'all have got in store for next.

Dunwall [A Dishonored Roleplay]

@Kingfisher Because of your great GMing on Fallout: Capital Graveyard, I dub thee Co-GM!

@Wade Wilson

Why thank you, my good man! I'm just about to go back to college, but I'll try my best to manage my responsibilities evenly, and to do Dunwall justice.

Dunwall [A Dishonored Roleplay]

Lady Nypheria Westgrace

"The Darkness of man’s heart is observed best not upon the faces of the wicked, but upon the faces of the crowd"

Name

Lady Nypheria Westgrace

Age

18

Height

5’3

Weight

Obese

Role

Corrupt Aristocrat Heiress

Notoriety Level

25%, Low guard alert

Powers

None

Chosen Fate

Villain through and through

History

The youngest daughter of the esteemed Lord and Lady Westgrace, Nypheria spent her childhood being pushed aside in favour of her elder siblings, which served to brew a fiery hatred for them within her. Wanting to leave her own legacy on Dunwall, and not spend her life struggling to escape from beneath her family’s shadow, Nypheria became acquainted with the dark underside of the Whaling city, establishing her own private business relations with Slackjaw and the notorious Bottle Street Gang. Deeply integrated with the elixir bootlegging trade, Nypheria has been known to distil the concoction so that she can sell greater amounts of it, thus weakening its effectiveness, and potentially leaving its users still susceptible to the plague.

Nypheria plays a dangerous game, balancing the politics of Dunwall’s upper-class with her shady underworld dealings, but she has so far managed to avoid detection by the City Watch.

Dunwall [A Dishonored Roleplay]

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Apologies for the late reply again! He's called Dobby, after my mum's favourite character from Harry Potter XD. Also, CS accepted! Feel free to stick Nypheria in the CS tab with a good ol' hider on her.

@Wade Wilson

No worries! heh, good choice of name!

Many thanks! I'll do that now.

Dunwall [A Dishonored Roleplay]

@Kingfisher Sorry for the late reply! I have a new hamster :3

Glad to see you're interested!

@Wade Wilson

No problem at all! Oh cool, what've you called it?

Here's my CS! Hope its acceptable.

"The Darkness of man’s heart is observed best not upon the faces of the wicked, but upon the faces of the crowd"

Name

Lady Nypheria Westgrace

Age

18

Height

5’3

Weight

Obese

Role

Corrupt Aristocrat Heiress

Notoriety Level

25%, Low guard alert

Powers

None

Chosen Fate

Villain through and through

History

The youngest daughter of the esteemed Lord and Lady Westgrace, Nypheria spent her childhood being pushed aside in favour of her elder siblings, which served to brew a fiery hatred for them within her. Wanting to leave her own legacy on Dunwall, and not spend her life struggling to escape from beneath her family’s shadow, Nypheria became acquainted with the dark underside of the Whaling city, establishing her own private business relations with Slackjaw and the notorious Bottle Street Gang. Deeply integrated with the elixir bootlegging trade, Nypheria has been known to distil the concoction so that she can sell greater amounts of it, thus weakening its effectiveness, and potentially leaving its users still susceptible to the plague.

Nypheria plays a dangerous game, balancing the politics of Dunwall’s upper-class with her shady underworld dealings, but she has so far managed to avoid detection by the City Watch.