MikkishtheLeprechaun

Supernatural Mansion (Dead)

@Alisdragon911@letmehaveone2

Valeria jumped forward but, still blinded from the grenade, turned around with her shotgun.

Out in the hallway, more gunshots sounded, as the fight between Sam and John continued.

What is this? Where are we? How did we get here? Is that an alien? Crossover rp (Dead)

Name: Albert Wesker
Nickname/Alias: Chairman Wesker or "The One True Supreme Being" (But he is the only one who calls himself that.)
Age(if not specified then unknown is fine): About 54, but looks late 20s
Gender: Male
Powers/Skills: Master of martial arts and marksmanship, fearless, special blood, which allows him the benefits of certain viruses and none of the drawbacks, immense strength, speed, endurance, and a small healing factor. His skeleton and bodily tissues are also so hardened that hitting him with a lead pipe will bend the pipe and barely bother Wesker.

For more information, look here: residentevil.wikia.com/wiki/Albert_Wes..

Crush: "I am the one supreme being! A God! Nobody is worthy!"
Appearance:
Weakness(es): Extreme heat (Though he will survive a little while) and overdoses of the T-virus
From: Resident Evil series
Other:
Bio(optional): Right here:

residentevil.wikia.com/wiki/Albert_Wes..

My laptop kinda sucks, and lags on that page, so...

Supernatural Mansion (Dead)

@Letmehaveone2@Alisdragon911

Valeria rolled out of Price's grasp, but was still blinded.

"Nobody move!" She yelled, still blinded, but raising her shotgun ominously.

What is this? Where are we? How did we get here? Is that an alien? Crossover rp (Dead)

@DeadlyPhoenix@Letmehaveone2

John looked at both guys and figured they had wound up here the same way as him, and were probably just as lost and confused as he was.

"Either one of you ever heard of a mansion somewhere near Paradiso, Nevada? Or...Maniacles?" John asked, but figured it was a dumb question "Nevermind. Listen, I heard other voices around. Might be crazies. Maybe we should scout them out altogether. Safest bet, I think."

What is this? Where are we? How did we get here? Is that an alien? Crossover rp (Dead)

@arowne97

Hey man! My OC character is kinda based on Bloodborne hunters. Our characters will have to interact somehow, if not fight.

What is this? Where are we? How did we get here? Is that an alien? Crossover rp (Dead)

@DeadlyPhoenix@letmehaveone2

After moving around the highest point of the never-finished building he had woken up in, taking note of everyone he could see as well as every voice he heard, John decided it might be a good idea to approach the two guys who, by their mannerisms, seemed to have just met each other.

"Hey guys. How are you?" He said when he got to where they were and was thinking up some bullshit cover "I'm kind of lost...can one of you help me out? Tell me what town this is?"

He remained friendly but kept a distance. He spotted a few others from up in the building and noticed other voices calling out in a confused manner. His time in the mansion and the few memories he had taught him to be cautious at all times.

Supernatural Mansion (Dead)

Is anyone by chance interested in the fight between my OCs (John and Sam) happening in the hallway? Either way, Sam will get knocked out and interrogated.

Supernatural Mansion (Dead)

@Letmehaveone2

This time, there was nothing much Valeria could do, as she had been hunched over grabbing her ears, which were now temporarily deafened, as her eyes were temporarily blinded.

When Price's hands grabbed her, she automatically, from habit, sunk down and elbowed him in the groin repeatedly, to get him to let go.

Supernatural Mansion (Dead)

Wait...theres a fire in the hallway?

What is this? Where are we? How did we get here? Is that an alien? Crossover rp (Dead)

John Miles awoke on the floor of what appeared to be an apartment building that was under construction. There was nothing but concrete and metal all around him, and the walls weren't completely done.

'Not more of this shit.' He thought. But wait! This time he remembered shit that happened before. The mansion. The mercenaries. The proxies. Even earlier memories coming to him, including how he hunted...werewolves in the partially abandoned streets of Denver. He just didn't remember how he got here.

He stood up, but before going anywhere, he looked out into the streets, remaining quiet, until he was sure there was no threat. This whole town seemed...abandoned.