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December 28th, 2016 - Police Station, Records Office

Folly hesitated slightly as Eudora pulled her aside. Fairfax wasn't regaining any color in his face, with the healing spell showing no sign of working. The girl bit her lip before whispering her answer to Eudora, her voice so low and quiet that no one else would be able to hear her. "He's my great-great grandfather," Folly explained, looking towards the floor. She offered no explanation other than that.

"...I guess that's why the police never came," Andromeda observed, as Fairfax collapsed to the ground once more. The man was having difficulty breathing, yet there was still a hint of a smile on his face. It was the look of a child who had learned a secret that he mustn't ever know, a beautiful and delightful secret. Folly couldn't bare to look at him, hiding her face. A moment later, Folly left through the doors of the records office, walking through the maze of frozen cops without another word.

By the time Folly left the building, the color had returned to Fairfax and his breathing had steadied. It was as if her presence was the factor in the immense pain he felt. Of course, he didn't say any such thing. Instead, he just sheepishly rubbed his head and muttered some apologies for holding everyone up.

"Let's be on our way, then? If things haven't changed, the circus grounds aren't too far from here."

"The site hasn't moved in a century, as far as I'm aware," Andromeda pointed out. "But Fairfax...Are you sure this is a good idea for you?"

"Amiyra needs me," Fairfax countered, smiling sadly. "You know, in her culture, children aren't told their real name until they reach adulthood. There's power in a name..."

December 28th, 2016 - Cirque Anomaly, Main Tent

The ringmaster shook his head at Lilith, laughing a bit sadly. The look in his eyes was one that Lilith had seen on many occasions. There were those who truly believed in her gift and then there were those who believed in it as it suited them. To track down someone they needed found? Sure, the ringmaster believed. But Lilith telling him that an innocent little geek in a lab coat was a demon? It was a bit much for him to swallow.

"The show goes on, my dear. You know that by now," the ringmaster replied simply, ignoring the fact that it was only the pre-show rehearsal, and that the show itself wouldn't start for about fifty minutes. "I don't want to hear about this again. Boris is being...handled." The ringmaster grimaced a bit, before moving purposefully away from Lilith. Faust hadn't seemed to notice Lilith's conversation, continuing to stare fixedly at Thalia.

"You don't trust me?" Boris said quietly, turning sharply to face Thalia. His fingers curled and uncurled around the blade of his knife, as he took a few menacing steps forward. "After all we've been through, Thalia...If that's even your real name...I'm hurt."

"Hell, I'm more than hurt!" Boris cackled, his eyes boring into Thalia's skull. "I'm angry. I'm betrayed. I'm...what is it my daughter's so fond of saying...? I'm pissed off!" His lips then practically shuddered their way into a frown as Boris let his knife fly, the blade embedding itself into Thalia's upper arm. While some might have figured that Boris wasn't aiming at all, that wasn't true.

He was aiming for her heart.


Aloise Zamora

Location: The Morgue
Interacting With: Olivia Johnson @Nallore

Aloise gave a smile to Olivia, glad to see someone present in the station. The entire day had been too frantic and too confusing, with Aloise entirely unaware of the cops frozen in time in the station. It had been a stroke of luck that the coroner hadn't been there when everyone else became trapped in time. Posing as Dr. Cesira Lozada, Aloise straightened herself up as best as she could, prepared to play the part to the letter--all in hopes of finding Liam and bringing him to safety. She hadn't even checked her phone yet, she was so nervous and stressed.

"Yes, hi. I'm Dr. Cesira Lozada from the CDC?" Aloise introduced herself, extending a hand. "We got a tip about a potential biohazard with one of the corpses you've taken in recently--Fiodora Valeska. I need to be able to extract some samples and view the body, in order to ensure this thing is contained...We suspect bioterrorism may be a factor."

She then forced a grimace, knowing that biohazard generally worked for a reason to get people to clear an area or allow her access to a body. She just had to hope that the coroner would buy it now and allow her to get access. Worst case scenario, she supposed, was that she'd knock the girl out and take what she needed anyways. But the more civil route was the better one, she felt.


Cecily Ashworth

Location: Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane: the Ludwig Building (Crime Scene)


"Motherfucker," Cecily cursed, after finding out that the cameras hadn't been recording. Nothing ever seemed to go right in this town, as if the very ground itself was poisoned and cursed. She let out a sigh, realizing that there was very little to be done about the tapes. Caesar might have had the resources to figure out the breach, but the asylum didn't. It was definitely something she'd want to look into, to figure out if someone could get a trace on the hack, but Cecily already figured it'd go back to Juno one way or another.

The tapes still lingered in her mind as they gave their statements to the SWAT leader, bothering her more and more with each moment that passed. Caesar ran a security firm--surely, they'd dealt with these sort of occurrences before? She herself knew relatively little about computers when it came to hardware and functions, but it seemed like the sort of thing that security companies were skilled with. But as she glanced down at her phone, seeing the text from Roy, she snorted and forgot about the tapes for a moment, tapping out a quick reply.
I think it'd be a great new look for you -C.A.

"Do you think you'd have someone who could figure out what happened with the tapes?" Cecily then asked Caesar, nodding at the loaning of Keystone. The next text that came in from Riley made Cecily ever the more glad that the giant would be coming with her. Her apartment wasn't safe, then. She had figured as much, but hearing the warning from Riley made the young coroner even more nervous. It showed on her face as she typed out a quick reply to Riley, letting her know that she wouldn't be returning to the apartment if she could help it.

"Anywhere is fine," Cecily said to Keystone, putting her phone in her pocket.


Iris Kingston

Location: Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane: the Ludwig Building


Iris wrung her hands as she paced back and forth a bit outside of her office. There wasn't much else left for her to do at the asylum. She had given her statement to the SWAT team and been thanked, yet they didn't need her help. She had all of this energy that she wanted to do nothing other than help Cynthia with, but it seemed to be beyond her abilities.

Pulling out her phone, Iris sighed as she saw the missed calls from her brother. She understood that he was protective and wanted to make sure his little sister was safe, but it was a bit much. Odds were, something else like this would happen during her time with the asylum and she couldn't have her brother freaking out about every little thing. Pressing the call button, Iris held her phone up to her ear.

"Darcy? C'est moi. Ça va, ça va," Iris began, reassuring her brother that everything was fine. "Il y a eu une urgence--une petite urgence, Darcy. Ne t'inquiète pas." A few more minutes of half explanations in French, with Iris giving her brother no more details than that there was a minor incident at the hospital, she managed to end the call. She'd have to talk with him eventually about not freaking out so much--but at the moment, her thoughts were still with Cynthia.




@Nallore@BlueSky44@Dark Light@FantasyChic@mnkee
The Port of Tortuga: April 4th, 1719 - 1:53 PM Local Time


@mnkee -

Edgard's threats not only work, but they succeed beautifully. Any whiff of mutiny, any hint of indecision, even the very idea of it is crushed from the men's minds. Their fear--or perhaps respect--for the man is absolute. Sirena's words no longer have any purchase on them. However, there are always others in taverns to speak to, others looking for work on different ships. And who knows, maybe she'd have better luck once the quartermaster was gone. Yet it is unlikely. These are men who will follow Edgard to the grave.


Harlianne James

Location: Main Deck of the Bellona - Port of Tortuga Docks


"Yeah, right, right, and I'm bloody well the chuffin' Queen o' England. O' course yer need protection," Harlianne snorted, picking a bit at her fingernails. The slavers might not have done anything yet, but it would only be a matter of time. She doubted that they'd allow Blackwood and her company to leave the docks, possibly biding their time and waiting for the young noblewoman to make a move. If Blackwood refused her on the offer of protection, Harlianne might help them, too, in order to get a cut of the spoils.

"I apologize. I was not clear. The Honorable Alice Blackwood does not need protection from the likes of you," her minder snapped, practically seeing red at that moment. Alice's minder felt a bit grateful that the girl seemed to be distracted, though she kept an eye on her. Alice was enchanted, practically, by Jon and Millicent's words. For a sheltered daughter of a peer, this was the closest to adventure she had ever come.

"Nonsense, I shall accompany you both," Alice replied eagerly, a warm and honest smile on her face. "It is the very least I can do. Your father must be so proud to have such a caring daughter, miss." Harlianne cackled, shaking her head. It didn't take a genius to put together what was going on--but Alice was naive and young. The truth of the situation evaded her.

"Yor right. She don't need protection, i'n it? She needs common sense. The bleedin' girl is daft as 'ell," Harlianne said to Alice's minder, cackling more and more. To the pirate, this was prime entertainment. She couldn't wait to see what would happen with this mess.


Aravis Zacharia

Location: the King's Arm - Port of Tortuga


The man whom Elissa had drawn her sword quite literally into had tried to grab Elissa's cutlass, only to narrowly miss. He was losing a lot of blood at this point, thanks to Anna smashing a mug against his head and Elissa giving him a lengthy cut. It hardly seemed needed at this point for Aravis to act as well, but the man was stubborn to the last.

"Cunts!" he shouted, practically screaming at Elissa and Anna. "Yer filthy cunts! Only witches could do that to me!" Anna's goading seemed to have hit its mark, with the man red in the face and rage swimming in his eyes.

"You talk too much and say too little," Aravis interjected, attempting to flip her cutlass as to grab it by the hilt. Instead, it fell to the ground and the Indian woman shrugged, before decking the man across the face. The blow, combined with the blood loss he sustained, knocked the man out cold. He fell backwards, his rear end facing up towards the ceiling in the pathetic position he landed in.

Meanwhile, the rest of the tavern hadn't stayed too quiet. In these situations, one party getting knocked out either ended all fighting or brought on complete chaos. In this case, it was the latter. Everything that wasn't nailed down was thrown or smashed, made into weapons whenever possible. Aravis snatched up her cutlass, before glancing over at Elissa. If they stayed in the tavern, they'd have more than just one sexist pig to fight.

"Ladies, shall we continue? Or have we had enough for today?" Aravis asked, looking towards Anna as well. She still hadn't learnt the woman's name, but the girl seemed to be a formidable fighter.


Édouard Riviere

Location: Misty Mire - Port of Tortuga


Édouard cursed to himself as he left the witch's hut, kicking at the ground as he went. Without the ace up their sleeve, the flask was anyone's game. All of the confidence and charm that he had shown towards Sirena, well, it all felt useless and pathetic now. He groaned as he shook his head some, wanting nothing more than to fall to the ground and never get up again, to the let the marsh consume him and devour him.

"Foutue sorcière stupide," Édouard muttered, slashing his cutlass at a tree as he walked, accomplishing nothing in particular. "Où est-elle? Personne ne sait!" His eyes then flashed dangerously, as the man continued to pout on the walk out of the Misty Mire. He figured that Edgard would be at the Seven Daggers' still, perhaps whipping the crew into shape and telling them that they would receive their orders shortly.

The main problem, of course, was that he had no orders to give them.

He then stopped, smirking slightly as an idea came to him. No one had to know that the witch had vanished, did they? He could always make some nonsense up and it'd likely be just as helpful. He never understood much what the witch said either, never even bothering to refer to her by her name. And if their main competition for finding the wretched thing was a bunch of women, his fibbing wouldn't hurt their chances at all. Everyone knew that women couldn't think that hard--they didn't have enough blood going to their heads, had to be diverted elsewhere so they could be fertile.
Update may be up tonight, since Pundii's update will involve a collab with Nallore that I am starting with her....now. :P *rushes off to send a PM*


Dorothy Pender

Location: Cargo Bay


Dorothy glanced up as Foy called out her name, feeling a bit surprised. From the conversation going on in the Cargo Bay, the others had effectively made plans to go out that evening, leaving Dorothy entirely out of it. It was going to be Foy, Jahosafat, Atticus, and Anisa. Had the evening's plans not involved (as far as she could tell) consuming copious amounts of alcohol, she perhaps would have been a bit hurt. But more than anything else, it just felt a bit awkward.

At the end of Foy's word vomit, Dorothy chuckled slightly. "Dorothy'll do just fine," she replied. Miss Pender was bound to get confusing on this ship, as if having sisters named Dorothy and Daphne wasn't confusing enough already. And of course, Miss Pender itself wasn't correct to begin with--she was a doctor, after all. "And I'll take all the help I can get." She wasn't certain as to whether or not the man could be trusted, but he seemed more eccentric to her than anything else. And with Atticus there to assist as well, it seemed safe enough.

Jahosafat's invitation took Dorothy by surprise. She glanced over at Atticus for a moment, before returning her gaze to the other doctor. She wasn't quite sure how to respond as well. She disliked drunks but she was fond of cards. The crew of the Vengeance knew of Dorothy and Daphne's background, of the abusive barkeep they had for a father. "I'll think on it," Dorothy finally replied.

"Got it, Captain." Dorothy replied to Anisa's instructions. Three hours. With four people moving items back and forth, it should be enough time. Dorothy then rolled up her sleeves and got to work as well, joining in with Atticus and Jahosafat.


Fitz Townsley

Location: Town


Fitz nodded, understanding that things were likely a bit hectic from what Daphne had told him. And here he was, of course, holding her up while she likely had more important things to do. Daphne was too kind to say otherwise, Fitz decided, and he forced a smile at her. "I-it was lovely meeting you, Daphne," Fitz began, a slight blush to his cheeks. "I'll l-let you get back to it, then." She had things to do and places to be, and to be honest, so did he. The chances that he'd bump into a random stranger and get his travel arrangements all sorted were slim.

Part of him wanted nothing more than to return to the small room he had rented and fiddle with some of his possessions, withdrawing back into something similar to the safe bubble of academia. But he hadn't left the University just to build a contraption in a rented room. No, Fitz wanted to put some miles on his soul, to go out and see the universe. He waved an awkward farewell to Daphne, nearly bumping into her again as he went back on his way, heading deeper into town, rather than in her direction towards the docks.

He did need to head to the docks at some point, but he didn't want to distract Daphne and be a bother to her. Perhaps in an hour, he'd turn around and head out to look for people taking on passengers or in need of an engineer, once he could be relatively certain that Daphne was back at her ship. The last thing he wanted to do was inconvenience anyone at all.





"Abandon all hope, ye who enter here."

In June of 2016, the above quote inspired the start of the horror roleplay, Abandoned Hope. It spawned the start of a multi-RP universe, originally named the Abandoned Hope Universe, which included stories from different times, different genres, and different themes. From superhero action oriented roleplays to hauntingly deadly pirate tales, the Abandoned Hope Universe was similar to the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Yet this experimental and thrilling process eventually gave way to a full blown multiverse.

This guide is designed to give you a glimpse into the status quo of each established multiverse. Their timelines and characters stem from both established roleplays and films that have been made cannon within the universe, allowing for one's imagination to run wild. Not all roleplays have to connect, but there will always be subtle little easter eggs and the potential to meet characters once more. There are always more stories to tell and more universes to explore.

In the Legends section are the established roleplays in this multiverse, with their universe designation noted next to them. Primarily, these roleplays are run by @Morose and @BlueSky44, as well as @Nallore. At the moment, no other GMs can run a RP that can be considered Skyrose Multiverse cannon.





This is the universe that started it all. More commonly known as the Abandoned Hope Universe, Earth-666 is a harrowing world filled with strange creatures, magic, and individuals with extraordinary abilities. The lines between good and evil are no longer distinct, with the majority of characters doing just about everything they can in order to survive. Yet while the death tolls are great and the foes are formidable, humanity has managed to persevere when up against incredible odds...so far.

The majority of Skyrose Multiverse RPs are set within this reality. These include:








This universe is a brighter one than Earth-666 or Earth-6. Rather than filled with the stuff of nightmares, it's a world of hope and wonder. There is a mostly clear divide between the light and the dark. Yet while there is this seeming peace and balance, there are still plenty of threats to be found in a world brimming with magyk. It's the result of a schism from Earth-666, in roughly the year 3470 after an unknown climate disaster ravaged the Earth. It is also known as the Darke Magyk Universe.

There is currently only one RP in this 'verse:








Darker than its parent universe, Earth-6 stems from Earth-666. In the year 2020, a critical event caused this timeline to splinter off from its parent timeline. The only RP currently hosted in this timeline takes place in the distant future. In general, while this RP is dark in tone, it also is an example of true sci-fi in the Skyrose Multiverse.

There is currently only one RP in this 'verse:







A world torn apart by war between the Four Nations - Nations that had once lived in harmony. This Earth brings Avatar: the Last Airbender to life and does not have a concrete connection to any of the other universes listed so far. It only contains one roleplay so far: Avatar: Out of the Ashes.


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