LordOfTheNight

Blackgate: LordOfTheNight & megatrash

Thomas was the police's least favorite person in all of New York. They didn't like him. Not a single bit. If the police sent someone his way it meant one of two things. They either had no idea what they were dealing with or someone was about as desperate as you could get. They thought of Blackgate as a know it all. Not to mention, they thought he was completely and utterly insane. Demons? The Occult? Magic? Smoke and mirrors to them. For Blackgate, these were very real. So real in fact that he'd voluntarily checked himself into a mental institution. These were things he'd seen and dealt with for years, things that made him believe that he was as crazy as everyone said he was. Crazy didn't explain the demons he ripped out of a person's body. Crazy didn't explain the Things he was capable of doing. Crazy didn't make the things he saw any less real. You can only call yourself crazy so many times until you begin to think you are crazy. It's funny how madness can somehow give way to truth. How the insane and the unbelievable somehow become the only things that make sense in this world.

Thomas had fallen asleep with his cigarette in hand when he was jarred awake by the sound of his phone ringing. He rubbed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair as he slipped the halfway burnt cancer stick into his lip as he took the phone off the receiver. "[b]Blackgate...[b]" he said simply, waiting quietly to hear whomever was on the other line. He was quickly interrupted by a female voice as she explained that she needed help with the case concerning her husband's murder, finally stopping to take a breath and ask if he was taking any cases at the moment. Thomas realized his cancer was burnt out and put the but in an ash tray as he grabbed another cigarette and lit it. "Slow down a sec ma'am. Take a breath" he said. He ran a hand through his hair and grabbed a notepad as he scribbled down her name and what the case concerned. "Fortunately for you I am accepting cases at the moment. I think it would be a wise idea for you to come to my office and speak to me in person. Do you have a pen and paper by you? I'll give you my address" he said.

As he spouted off the address and hung up, he sprung to his feet and did a fist pump. "YES! Oh thank god!" he yelled out. He stopped and then realized why he was cheering and what made him so excited. "Wow, no wonder everyone thinks I'm a damn freak" he said to himself as he took a drag of his cigarette. Having a free moment, he grabbed a folder from his filing cabinet and labeled it. He'd need to hear the details concerning the case once she got there. Something told him this wasn't the run of the mill murder case. If it was than she wouldn't be calling him. No the police didn't have any leads and were fumbling around in ignorance. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. Finally a case, a case after weeks of nothing. He would need to wait a bit until this Caroline would be knocking on his door. Perfect opportunity for him to get some rest. Walking to his couch, he cleared off some trash and laid down, resting his head back as he released a sigh and began to fall asleep.

Sleep for Thomas was rare and when he did sleep he either had dreamless sleep or he had dreams. Though he wouldn't exactly call what he experienced 'dreams'. More like visions. Magic came from two things, heredity and when you were born. Those who had magic based on heredity often had visions of places that weren't of this plain. Thomas was often haunted by visions of plains he couldn't understand, alien landscapes ruled only by chaos. Places where science made no sense at all. Places that would drive any normal person insane if they were there themselves. Those who could use magic were immune to such effects. Magic was forbidden knowledge, knowledge that had been lost after thousands if not millions of years.

Blackgate: LordOfTheNight & megatrash

Ravenwood Mental Institution
- Delaware, New York -
3 years ago....

"Ah Mr. Blackgate, how are you doing today?" asked the man in the rather large leather seat before him and behind the rather impressive office desk. The room was filled with various books, all dealing with the human mind. A cup of tea was steaming gently among the files.

"I'm not too bad doc, just been doing my time like anyone else here" he said with a chuckle. The man was ill kept, wearing a plain white t-shirt and a pair of slate gray sweat pants. The man looked tired, looked like he hadn't had a decent night sleep in weeks. Yet despite how tired he appeared, there was a deviant glimmer in his eyes, like the man was up to no good.

"That's good, I called you in to go over your file with you if you'll give me the pleasure" asked the doctor.

"So long as you don't mind that I smoke" he said.

The doctor smirked and nodded. "Go ahead Mr. Blackgate" said the elderly man.

Thomas slipped a pack of 'Coffin Nail' brand cigarettes out of his pocket and slipped a cigarette out, lighting it as the doc opened his file and began to read.

"Now, according to the file you were a Private Investigator before you checked yourself in here?" asked the doctor.

Thomas took a drag of his cigarette and nodded. "I still am last time I checked. Just taking an extended vacation at the loony bin" he said with a chuckle.

The doctor took another look at the file and then looked up with a raised eyebrow. "According to your business card your also a Demonologist and Master Warlock?" inquired the doctor.

Thomas raised a finger and gave an embarrassed look. "I really need to get that changed to 'Minor Warlock'. I'd hate to make someone nervous" he said in a bit of an absent minded tone.

"And why exactly do you believe in such fields?" asked the doctor.

Thomas smirked. "Because they're real" he said.

"What makes you say that?" inquired the doctor as he readjusted his glasses and took a sip of his tea.

"Because I've seen them with my own eyes" said Blackgate.

"Delusions Mr. Blackgate, images conjured by the mind. As a detective, you saw gruesome things. You simply saw illusions projected by an overworked mind" stated the doctor

Thomas grew angry as he put his fist on the table and stood up from his chair, shouting in anger. "That's what you people keep telling me . . . . now make ME believe it!" he shouted.

Blackgate's Office
- New York, New York -
Present Day....

Thomas Blackgate sat silently in his chair and stared quietly at the files on his desk. Some where case files he'd yet to officially close. Others were old files he simply took out to review. In all honesty, Blackgate wasn't even focused on the files. He was more focused on the fact he couldn't sleep and that he didn't have any new clients or cases for him to keep his mind preoccupied. It's not everyday one finds themselves missing the loony bin. When he'd been in there he'd had plenty of activities to do. Sleep, Read, Finger paint, listen to the delusional crying and screaming of the insane, mocking the staff for being blind to the things that existed in his world. God he missed it. Besides, the food wasn't half way bad. At least he'd gotten variety and wasn't ordering Chinese every single night.

Thomas' "office" was really just his apartment that played the role of his office when clients showed up. It wasn't exactly in the best place in town. In fact when he'd found it, the landlord described it as a "shithole roach motel". It was, but it was Thomas' shithole roach motel. The room itself was cluttered with files, trash, Chinese food boxes and unwashed dishes. Either the man was a slob or he was often so busy and so focused on work that he didn't have time to take care of little things like that. Thomas liked to believe it was the latter but who was he to decide?

Thomas sighed as he leaned back and stared up at the sound of his noisy ceiling fan, watching the blades spin as time itself simply seemed to slow. Was it too much to ask for a case? He was so bored. Hell he was almost tempted to go to Styx and see if there was any odd jobs that he could do but he wasn't that desperate yet. He wasn't one for praying but if he was? He'd be praying for someone to drop dead right now just so he was so ungodly bored.

Blackgate: LordOfTheNight & megatrash

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Blades of Ferreria: A Craving for High Medieval Fantasy ((1x1 or Small Group))

Greetings one and all! Allow me to introduce myself....I am the LordOfTheNight, formerly known as Mister Grimm. I have been gone for sometime (life, work, banished to another dimension, things of that sort) and have only just recently returned to the land of the RPer. So with that I am looking to do an RP that is set in a high fantasy setting. Below is a brief history of the setting and that is just the tip of the iceberg on this one my friends. I have races, religions, factions, all sorts of goodies to go through should anyone be interested. I will also be happy to include a few ideas I have in mind for 1x1 plots that will take place in this universe. Feel free to PM me with questions concerning anything and I will do my best to answer what questions I can. Till then, I will await patiently.

History

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❖ The First Age of Ferreria : The Age of the Old Ones ❖

All things begin within darkness and our world is no different. The world we lived in was once a desolate and chaotic place, ruled by the gods of old. They ruled from a realm that was beyond understanding, a realm that corrupted all who came into contact with it. Ferreria was a dark place, a landscape bathed in blood and bones. They fed on the violence and the darkness, growing more powerful with every passing hour. That was however, until the new gods were born. Unlike their dark brethren, these gods were born of light and brought with them their most powerful weapon.....knowledge. The old gods and the new would battle one another for millennia. A battle that would shape the very earth that we stood on. It would form oceans, mountains, and bring sun light with them. The new gods would reign supreme, banishing the old gods to the realm beyond through The Rift.

❖ The Second Age of Ferreria : The Age of Rebirth ❖

From the gods came the beings that would shape Ferreria. Man, Fae, Dwerog, Sagwa, the list goes on and on. From the blood of gods we were born. By the blood of gods we exist. Man would become the dominant party of Ferreria, spreading like wildfire and bringing change with them. Stones and sticks would become swords and shields, from the bow and arrow would come the devastating power of black powder. However, the old gods left something behind. The new gods brought with them science, the old gods left behind remnants of their power, a power that we refer to as magic. In small doses and with proper precautions, magic can be a powerful ally. However, with excessive use and with improper preparation you leave yourself weak to the influences and corruption of the old gods. Such corruption breeds heresy, and gods forbid if the elder gods returned due to corruption. The only way to stop such things from happening was to weed out such corruption.

❖ The Third Age of Ferreria : The Age of the Empire ❖

To stop the corruption of the old gods and to keep the peace between the races of Ferreria, the dominion of man would unite under a single banner to form the Empire of Mankind. Under a unified banner, mankind's armies could put an end to centuries old disputes between the races. As the Empire grew in both strength and numbers, the Church would become stronger as well and in order to stop the spread of heresy. The Church would have to become a force to be reckoned with. Thus, the Inquisition was born. Through the power of the Church, Mankind would weed out corruption and heresy where they saw fit. The Empire would garner much hate for their meddling but would also receive a great deal of praise for ending the bloody disputes that plagued some races for years. However, the Church would garner much hate for their oppressive nature. From that hatred would come heresy. From heresy would come the opening of The Rift.

❖ The Fourth Age of Ferreria : The Age of Heresy ❖

With the violence brought by the Empire and the hatred towards the Church, it was only a matter of time before The Rift would open. From the Rift came the corrupting power of the old gods. Daemons born from the gods of old came pouring from the portal, consuming those too weak to stop them. With the daemons came heresy and came a true enemy to not only the Empire but also to the people of Ferreria. The corruption of the old gods would spread like a wild fire, dividing Ferreria between those who worship the new gods and those who worship the old, those who support the Empire and those who support the Rebellion. With every passing day, the old gods grow stronger and soon they'll have the power needed to cross over to our realm once more and start the world a new. The only question you can ask yourself now is who do you stand for? The Empire or the Rebellion? The new gods? Or the old?

1x1 Pairings

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Beyond the Hornmark

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To the north lies a frozen fortress, a place that bares no strategic value other than the protection of Ferreria. Hornmark is a less a city and more a military outpost. To the frozen north lies more than just the Freezing Tides and the Howling Mountains. To the north lies just what the Empire fears will open again. The Rift. The Hornmark is the first line of defense should the portal open and the daemons of the elder gods come pouring out. The eyes of the Empire are ever watchful to the north. Ever fearful. The fortress city has survived bitter cold for ages, few know if such a fortress can stand against the powers of the elder gods. But, the soldiers wait. The Inquistors wait. And all the while the faithful hold their breath in fear that the fortress walls will crumble and the rest of Ferreria will crumble with it.

Those who watch over the walls of the Hornmark and watch over the frozen north know what lurks in the snow, The Icebound Vigil knows what darkness lies within the ice covered landscape. Those south of the Hornmark know very little of what lies beyond the walls other than the Rift. Some come to the Hornmark looking to join the Icebound Vigil, others come looking to go beyond the walls. To explore the frozen wastes, to see the Rift, and more importantly to study artifacts from the First and Second Ages. This is where our story would begin. I would be playing a member of the Icebound Vigil. Perhaps a ranger, perhaps Lord Vigil of the Hornmark, someone who is familiar with the north. You would be playing someone looking to go north and see what they could see. A Scholar, Treasure Hunter, a Mage, an Adventurer, your call. From there the story would continue.

The Arbiter Chronicles

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A pestilence festers within the walls of the Imperial capital, Almeria. Heresy brought about by the Old Ones. A pestilence that has begun to fester, to spread. A pestilence that has not only gotten the attention of both the Inquisition and the Imperial elite, the Arbiters. The Arbiters are an elite group selected from any of the species of Ferreria, their primary responsibility is to preserve the stability of the country by whatever means necessary. Though they are generally considered as being above the law and have complete discretion as to the methods used to accomplish their mission, they still must answer to the Emperor and the council. During a raid on a cultist meeting, an artifact was discovered that may mean the rise of the Old Ones and the fall of the Empire. With the Empire and Ferreria threatened, it is time for not only the Inquisition to act, but for the Arbiters as well.

Here our story will begin. I would be playing the role of an Imperial Arbiter who discovers the artifact and discovers just what is happening. Perhaps your character is a member of the Inquisition, perhaps a fellow Arbiter. Despite which you pick, our characters are tasked with finding out just what is happening and stop it before it comes to fruition, before daemons are clawing down the doors of Ferrerian homes and before the souls of the innocent are corrupted by the Old Ones

Star Wars: Rogue Fleet

@frapet@ZeusTheMoose Well according to the canon, every clone was installed with a control chip that was "supposedly" installed to make the clones less aggressive and independent than Jango. The chips were in fact meant to make it so all clones would follow Order 66. My thinking is that should these ships pass through a nebula or some sort of storm that causes an EMP that disables the ships, it would stand to reason that it would either damage or disable the chips. This is mostly speculation of course and something to give validity to the RP. As to the term "rogue fleet", that was more formed as I began to think of rebel ships who didn't agree with the Empire soon joining these three Venator ships. Smaller ships that don't get any bigger than an Acclamator Class. However, I suppose it could be a situation where the Republic had a small fleet that wasn't made up of just clones. Perhaps it had a 1 to 100 ratio (non-clones : clones). I'm willing to make changes so long as the core elements stay intact

The Temple of Eternal Night: A 1x1 Search for a Female Partner

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Star Wars: Rogue Fleet

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Star Wars: Rogue Fleet

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