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Welcome to Ashenport. Whether you grew up in this quaint, small town, or whether you are just visiting, things are about to change. You are about to enter a brand new level of hell...and just walking away is not an option. Let the bloodshed begin; can you survive?

Ashenport, a very small coastal town has always been pretty peaceful. Almost zero crime, beyond the resident drunk stirring up trouble. Everyone knows each other, and while there may be a feud here and there, for the most part the townspeople look out for eachother. Or so it seems. But beneath the surface, underneath that small town cheer, there’s a secret. A buried secret, long hidden and soon to be discovered. Because not everyone in this little town looks out for one-another.

It wasn’t so long ago that there was a young man, who lost his wife in a car accident. She was hit by a drunk driver, and for the first time in years scandal struck the town of Ashenport. The man who struck her down was charged with manslaughter, served a handful of years in prison--and came right back to the town, living in isolation. Now, 27 years later, something is happening to Ashenport.

A thick fog descends. Most of the towns inhabitants are missing….or dead. Day and night seem chaotic, shifting at seemingly random intervals. There are strange noises heard in the woods outside Ashenport...and something lurks in the water. Much of the town appears to be run down, abandoned, as if nobody has lived in the buildings for years….and yet it was just yesterday that the place was bustling and full of that small town charm.

What is happening to Ashenport? What evil has befallen the town? That is for you to find out--if you want to survive. “Survive, you must have the will…”

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The Rules

▸ This roleplay is mature--that means there will be blood, violence, etc.
All RPG rules apply.

▸ Two Characters are allowed per person

▸ Please limit “outsiders.” We’d like to get the main town characters filled up first-if you want an outsider character, please ask first :)

▸An obvious one: No Godmodding. Control your own character, nobody likes their characters being forced to do stuff they didn’t intend to do.

▸ Please respect the GM and co-GM. If we ask you to change something on your CS or in your post, don’t take it personal--there’s a very good reason for it!

▸ Remember there’s a difference between OOC knowledge and IC knowledge; just because you know something, doesn’t mean your character does!

▸ Absolutely no one liners--that kinda kills a roleplay.

▸ Please stick with the given information about characters. This roleplay is rather linear in that there is a designated plot, and necessary characters. While you are given freedom with personality and looks, and all that fun stuff, we DO ask you stick with the background information we have given. Also, certain characters are vital to the plot, and if you choose one with some backstory important to the roleplay, you will receive a PM with the details.

▸ If you drop this roleplay after declaring interest and making a character, that is a good way to really irritate the hell out of us--and I won’t trust you in any future RP’s either, so please don’t do it!

▸ Roleplaying is supposed to be fun, so have fun! Just remember to PM the GMs if you can’t post for awhile, we don’t like being left in the dark! So enjoy the story, and all that :)

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Character Sheet:

Name:
Age:
Physical Description: (You can use a picture, but no anime please)
Role: (which character you are playing)
Personality: (5 positive traits, and 5 negative traits)
Biography: (Please be detailed here! For plot important characters: wait until you get a PM)
Relationships: (Please update as characters are being accepted into the roleplay. Describe your relationship with each person; That could be anything from enemy, crush, to stranger. This is something we'd like to update as the roleplay advances too!)
Nightmare: (Each character has their own unique monsters that only they can see--at first. The longer people spend together, the greater the chance that these “hallucinations” bleed over, allowing others to see them. These should be unique only to your character--be detailed here)

For the love of all things holy please delete things in the parenthesis before submitting a CS!

Horror/Psychological/Survival Roleplay

Would you guys like me to post the OOC tonight?

Horror/Psychological/Survival Roleplay

Reminie said
So will it be mostly us surviving or mostly like unraveling some dark mysteries?

Mostly unraveling the dark mystery of the town.
Lots of secrets, plot twists, and character development (:
The survival part is not our biggest piece of the whole- but it will pay a small role.

& Yes, I'll put the OOC up soon- you guys will have first pick to character roles (:

Skin Deep

DaliKnight, I think our characters together will be quite the duo LOL "A troubadour. A poet. A lover and a liar."

Horror/Psychological/Survival Roleplay

Yes! (: Bare with us, we have great things in mind~

Skin Deep

Athinar said
Ahh, you don't have to join me, I'm not even insisting. It's just that I'd like ya to.

I'd like that too ^^ You & I can start on the same ship, if you don't mind (:
I mean I'm thinking we all end up enslaved on one ship in the end haha.

The Abandoned Bar the Creation of Order (Character DumP)

"Does it truly make a difference how you are alive my child? You are alive now, isn't that enough?"

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➞ Age: 21

➞ Gender: Female

➞ Race: Human/Cyborg

➞ Magic: Charlize has found use in Elemental magic for refueling. With the price of gasoline these days, she really needed to find an alternative to buying it straight from the stations. She is still learning, and often fails in the practice, but her determination is high!

➞ Equipment: Well, she is part robot, so her own body is a piece of personal equipment. Titanium structure for the most part, some used car parts here and there, a melted down children's swing set too!

➞ Personality: Fun Loving. Adventurous. Silly. Independent. Hopeless Romantic. Restless.

➞ History: Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick..Tick...

The sound of the upstairs kitchen clock had drove the man completely insane. He had murdered his daughter in a fit of rage, gave her a warning shot straight into her chest. "Charlize?" the man whimpered, leaning over his only daughter. She wasn't breathing, her tone was disappearing, her skin becoming ice. "Charli, Charli speak to me." The man became angered, blaming her for sneaking into the house, and for sneaking out of the house in the first place. Why would she have done that? She knew it was wrong, she knew it was not the right type of thing to do in the neighborhood they lived in. Why?

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The clock kept on.

The man ripped the clock off the wall, as it continued to tick in his hands. "I must save her!" he sobbed, putting the clock underneath his arm as he approached his daughter's limp body. He took her by the arm and dragged her. Her blood soaked the wooden floors in a deep crimson line. The man pulled and dragged, sobbing. He let her body hit every basement step as he pulled her down into his workshop, the area where he fixed junk items, and found refuge when his wife had left him 10 years ago. He leaned down and hoisted her body up onto the table with all his might, his tears and harsh words filling the dim room, and the next door neighbor's bedroom.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The clock kept on.

"Damn you, you son of bitch!" the man yelled at the clock, throwing it across the room into a pile of his hoarded trash. He ran over to his tool shelf, grabbing saws, drills and parts alike. He was insane. He was desperate. He was a genius. An hour went by at the very least as he worked and worked with his daughter, his only child. Her body made up of machine parts, but her face remained the same, her slate grey eyes stared back at him as he worked. "God damn you Charlize!" he screamed, why did she keep staring at him? The neighbors became more curious, and called the police. "I think Charles Cousineau is drinking again." they said, and the dispatcher knew. They had been there many times before. Eventually police swarmed the house. Arresting Charles for the murder of his daughter. The smell of whiskey on his lips. The smell of fear on his heart. "What kind of sick bastard would do this?" the chief asked, in the living room of the Cousineau house. The silence was the answer. No one knew.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The clock kept on.

Charlize could hear the clock in the corner of the room. Her eyes opened as the pain swept over her body. "Help" her voice rasped out, barely a whisper. "Help me." she called. The sound of the clock overpowering her voice, even though it was just a small sound. Charli stared at the ceiling in the dim basement, "Was this what death felt like?" she had no clue. Her body parts felt heavy, her memories hazy and incomplete. She found enough strength to knock a tool off the table. It was enough to alert the police upstairs, and before she knew it she was being rushed to the hospital. She didn't last long in the hospital before she was taken away by a man under the influence of Phillip Rifna, human relations leader with The Order. She belonged there now, away from normal humans, away from the past she knew. In time she began to learn elemental magic, not very well, but she was learning.

In what felt like a debt to The Order for saving her, she pledged she would help any way she could, and takes orders from whoever gives them to her. During the times before the rise of Joshua, Charlize has worked in the bar, cleaning up, sometimes taking orders, and doing some of the heavy lifting when all else has been done. She hasn't heard much to anything about Joshua, but she is prepared to do what it takes to keep all humans out harm.

Skin Deep

Athinar said
Everyone here is amazing. Can't wait to get started. Okay, though, who wants to be on the same ship as me?

Hmm good question. I think we all need to figure out where our character originated from first. I know you mentioned the north in your post. I was thinking the north or south west for myself!

The Abandoned Bar the Creation of Order

"Does it truly make a difference how you are alive my child? You are alive now, isn't that enough?"

---

➞ Age: 21

➞ Gender: Female

➞ Race: Human/Cyborg

➞ Magic: Charlize has found use in Elemental magic for refueling. With the price of gasoline these days, she really needed to find an alternative to buying it straight from the stations. She is still learning, and often fails in the practice, but her determination is high!

➞ Equipment: Well, she is part robot, so her own body is a piece of personal equipment. Titanium structure for the most part, some used car parts here and there, a melted down children's swing set too!

➞ Personality: Fun Loving. Adventurous. Silly. Independent. Hopeless Romantic. Restless.

➞ History: Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick..Tick...

The sound of the upstairs kitchen clock had drove the man completely insane. He had murdered his daughter in a fit of rage, gave her a warning shot straight into her chest. "Charlize?" the man whimpered, leaning over his only daughter. She wasn't breathing, her tone was disappearing, her skin becoming ice. "Charli, Charli speak to me." The man became angered, blaming her for sneaking into the house, and for sneaking out of the house in the first place. Why would she have done that? She knew it was wrong, she knew it was not the right type of thing to do in the neighborhood they lived in. Why?

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The clock kept on.

The man ripped the clock off the wall, as it continued to tick in his hands. "I must save her!" he sobbed, putting the clock underneath his arm as he approached his daughter's limp body. He took her by the arm and dragged her. Her blood soaked the wooden floors in a deep crimson line. The man pulled and dragged, sobbing. He let her body hit every basement step as he pulled her down into his workshop, the area where he fixed junk items, and found refuge when his wife had left him 10 years ago. He leaned down and hoisted her body up onto the table with all his might, his tears and harsh words filling the dim room, and the next door neighbor's bedroom.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The clock kept on.

"Damn you, you son of bitch!" the man yelled at the clock, throwing it across the room into a pile of his hoarded trash. He ran over to his tool shelf, grabbing saws, drills and parts alike. He was insane. He was desperate. He was a genius. An hour went by at the very least as he worked and worked with his daughter, his only child. Her body made up of machine parts, but her face remained the same, her slate grey eyes stared back at him as he worked. "God damn you Charlize!" he screamed, why did she keep staring at him? The neighbors became more curious, and called the police. "I think Charles Cousineau is drinking again." they said, and the dispatcher knew. They had been there many times before. Eventually police swarmed the house. Arresting Charles for the murder of his daughter. The smell of whiskey on his lips. The smell of fear on his heart. "What kind of sick bastard would do this?" the chief asked, in the living room of the Cousineau house. The silence was the answer. No one knew.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The clock kept on.

Charlize could hear the clock in the corner of the room. Her eyes opened as the pain swept over her body. "Help" her voice rasped out, barely a whisper. "Help me." she called. The sound of the clock overpowering her voice, even though it was just a small sound. Charli stared at the ceiling in the dim basement, "Was this what death felt like?" she had no clue. Her body parts felt heavy, her memories hazy and incomplete. She found enough strength to knock a tool off the table. It was enough to alert the police upstairs, and before she knew it she was being rushed to the hospital. She didn't last long in the hospital before she was taken away by a man under the influence of Phillip Rifna, human relations leader with The Order. She belonged there now, away from normal humans, away from the past she knew. In time she began to learn elemental magic, not very well, but she was learning.

In what felt like a debt to The Order for saving her, she pledged she would help any way she could, and takes orders from whoever gives them to her. During the times before the rise of Joshua, Charlize has worked in the bar, cleaning up, sometimes taking orders, and doing some of the heavy lifting when all else has been done. She hasn't heard much to anything about Joshua, but she is prepared to do what it takes to keep all humans out harm.

Free/Casual/Advanced Pros and Cons

Dervish said
My friend, you know how to spell and write a paragraph or two. You'll be fine! Don't be afraid to try; you'll never know until you do!

^ Always listen to Dervish, he knows things.