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Alternatively - and now, hear me out - one could avoid looking up photos of such eldritch horrors ... maybe?
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10 mos ago
Back for my bi-yearly visit. Now where did I leave that thingy-ma-jig? Anyone seen that mish-masher? I think it looks like motivation or something!
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3 yrs ago
I now identify as a Master Procrastinator. Thank you all, and good night.
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3 yrs ago
New medical term: Dizzy mummy (condition of patient when world is spinning and only treatment is confinement to bed). I hate being sick...
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@Vampiretwilight: Funny indeed. Now to make it into a roleplay here...let the madness and sassy Narrator commence.
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@Sigurd Go post your character sheet to the Character page, you're accepted :) Looking forward to seeing what Emil might fish up from the depths of the sea.
@RBYDark Made up your thoughts on who you want to play as? I'm cheering for either one of them, both seem like interesting characters to add to the plot.
@Naltorix Consider Carolyn accepted! Go post her into the Character page as well. And I'm already thinking about how that archeologic site in Argentina links up to the main plot, or even can become a side-plot for the group to discover.
@BurningCold John Valentine is accepted and ready to go! At first I thought he was an overly normal guy, until I read about his dreams. I like it, maybe I'll drop you some dreams in secret? ;)
@Candle Father Callaghan is accepted. My main-character is Irish too, so might see some friendship between them?
@T Risket I got to run now, but August Dupin is looking good too. I'll read through the CS tonight if I get time!
Everyone else I haven't replied to by now, I will soon!
Name: Jeremy Arthur Velera Nickname/title: The Irishman, Jav, Lance Corporal Gender: Male Age: 29 Build/physicality: A typical worker’s body, Jeremy is nothing special. His left arm shows signs of scratching, as if someone had held it tight and scratched on it. Do not let that fool you though; he can take a beating if needed be.
Background
Psychological status: Officially rehabilitated, but can incidents of backlashing trauma of shell shock. Quirks, ticks, conditions, sensitivities to the paranormal: If suffering from shell shock, hears the tangled voices of The Elder Gods, though does not comprehend what they truly are. While sane, usually rubbing his eyes, as if crying or itching.
Magical potential (Y/N): Yes, but unlikely to master due to psychological trauma.
Personality: Like many veterans of the Great War, he does not like to talk about his experiences with it, and does his best to avoid people mentioning it. Other than that, and why he left Ireland, he is an open man who would not mind a good chat, preferably over a glass of whiskey. He is hard work, and prefers to take on problems head on with the most practical solutions. Only reason he wouldn’t like you or help you would be that you’re overly interested in the war, you are either German or English.
Hometown: Dublin, the Irish Free State. Currently residing in Arkham. Education: British Secondary school, military training and service. Occupation: Mechanic at “Ferguson & sons motor cars”. Achievements: Awarded for longstanding service during the war; assassination of Loyalists and British officers; fleeing to America; finding a decent-paying job in Arkham. Sexuality: Heterosexual Religion/philosophy: Roman Catholic
Marital status: Engaged to Maggie Oswald. Fiancé home in Ireland, waiting for Jeremy to return or to afford herself to come to America. Family status: Mother and father alive, one brother in prison, another brother dead on the shores of Gallipoli, sisters working in either Dublin or Manchester.
Growing up in Dublin wasn’t easy for Jeremy, nor his family, but so it was for most families in Ireland. His family lived of their father’s mechanic shop, their mother’s cleaning the houses of the prosperous English who lived in the city, and their children’s small earnings from whatever work their parents found for them. Jeremy himself ended up spending much time in his father’s mechanic shop, growing to know quite a bit about machines himself. He never formally became an engineer, but his skills are that far from one with a degree. Even with reoccurring financial problems for his family, and growing tensions in Ireland over Home Rule, the Velera children were able to attend school. Jeremy pulled his way through school, finishing Secondary School in Dublin. By that time, the Great War had already engulfed the continent and nearly half the world. Lord Kitchener called upon Britain’s finest to fight the Germans and Austrians; over what, Jeremy wasn’t quite sure, only that some Austrian was shot somewhere called Sarajevo, and all of a sudden the Germans are invading Belgium. Jeremy, wishing to prove his worth and to protect his beloved Ireland, enlisted.
Jeremy ended up in the 16th Division, primarily made up of Irish volunteers, undergoing months of training before they landed in the trenches of France in late December 1915. Eyeballed by their superiors, the Irish, seen as unreliable troopers, but men like Jeremy proving their worth in the exhausting trench war against the Germans. They held their trench just as good as any other Englishmen. Jeremy himself lost count of how many Huns he had shot while there, and how many times he was called down to the officer’s quarters to fix the water pumps. It all took its toll on him though; he lost more friends in the trenches than he made all his life in Dublin, shot and blown to pieces by the enemy, seen unfit for service after falling into the abyss of madness, known as “shell shock”, Jeremy too falling victim to it in the end.
Their section of the trench had just held back a German attack, and their officers ordered them to start the counter-attack. At first, it went well, only suffering minor causalities, as expected from the fine gentlemen staring at the maps, far away from the horrors of war with their bottles of wine and comfortable beds. Then they got in range of the German machine guns, and it all went down the drain. They retreated, but Jeremy himself couldn’t make it back to their trenches, and took shelter in a crater. Then he waited. Around him lay the bodies of dead comrades, so he thought; after waiting hours, through the day and dark night, until it started all over again. This time the Germans used poison gas, luckily Jeremy had kept his gasmask when they went across no-mans-land. His comrades hadn’t. Jeremy froze in shock as he saw what he thought were his dead comrades move as the gas seeped into the crater. Having played dead in fear of Jeremy being a German soldier, they could play no more as the gas reached their skin. They cried out in pain, clutching their eyes and gasping for air as they slowly died, skin blistering as if it was burning. And Jeremy could do nothing to save them. They screamed for so long, the screams burrowed themselves into Jeremy’s head, and he could hear nothing else. He screamed, just like his comrades in agony, and he just sat there for five long hours until they found him. Diagnose: Shell shock. For months he could only hears the screams of his friends, or what he thought was their screams; it had been so long that he couldn’t remember if it were their voices, or something else. Something sinister, evil, ready to devour his soul. Never in life did he need God more than this. It made him mad, as if he wasn’t already. He was one of the lucky ones though; he could be saved. Months passed, and he emerged from Craiglockhart Hydropathic a cured man, fit for military service one more. By that time, the war was over. He returned to Dublin, ready to continue with his life. Then he joined the IRA.
Ireland wanted Home Rule, Westminster wouldn’t give it to them, and so they decided to fight for it. Jeremy had experience from the war, he disliked the union of Great Britain and Ireland, and had little to lose. He did his part in the civil war, killing British officers and Loyalists, being the sharpshooter he had become from the trenches. Even after the Irish Free State was established, he fought on for a fully independent, united Ireland, and for this, he had to flee. Flee from Dublin, from Ireland, from his family and beloved Maggie, from his life. He left for America.
He eventually ended up in Arkham, found work at a local automobile garage, and begun working. He needed enough money for another ticket, so that Maggie could finally join him in America to begin a new life. All through this, through the civil war and his new life, the horrors of the Great War haunted him, and sometimes, he found himself screaming at night. Had not the doctors found Jeremy to be sane though?
Then again, what did the mere doctors truly know of the forces beyond this world?
Miscellaneous information
Combative belongings: Webley Mk VI revolver, trench knife. Noncombative belongings: The Holy Bible, wrench, pictures of his family and fiancé, his medals and uniform from the war, documentation of his rehabilitation from Craiglockhart Hydropathic. Other information (optional): May or may not have connections with the IRA or the Irish mob on the East Coast. Theme song (optional): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vYiG6AXbvvk
Wow, so much attention, didn't expect that. I've set the RP as "Full" now, but I'll go read everything properly later today to see what we actually have.
Reserved for known and useful NPCs met throughout the story, and any useful information that I might see fit to place here.
Player Character-list
- ONL - Jeremy Arthur Velera - Sane - Sigurd - Emil Günther - Sane - RBYDark - Jeremiah Dupree - Sane -T Risket - August Dupin - Sane - gohKamikaze - Argus Lichfield - Sane - Fish of Oblivion - Frederick Hughes - Sane _______ - Candle - Father John Finn Callaghan - Blind date with Shub-Niggurath, don't ask. - Naltorix - Carolyn Walker - Taken by Cthulhu and plunged into madness. - BurningCold - John Valentine - Still standing blindly in his shop, presumably witnessing the return of Azatoth. - Eviledd1984 - Johan Myers - Lost at the Arkham Sanitarium -Kaiachi - Estelle Victoria Gennings - Buried beneath Arkham Sanitarium
"The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown." - Howard Phillips Lovecraft, 1890-1937.
Of things irrefutably true, that there exists a mysticism to the world is one; that which alludes simultaneously to the grandeur of life and also all the macabre happenings and sights we are privy to. After the closing of the Great War, the United States is experiencing a widespread shifting of identity. Some say it was the American progressive movement at its finest, while others say that the war snuffed out its already dying light. The Prohibition is in full swing, intolerance and prejudice towards immigrants and foreigners is rife, youth is disenfranchised with the prominent individuals of government and science has found itself called upon to answer the social questions of the time.
Arkham, Massachusets, 1925. The sea-softened town of Arkham, at once both large and small, home to schools of thought both conservative and youthful, sees most of this social struggle through word-of-mouth and printed news. Once a humble fishing village, and lies some significant distance north of Boston. It is home to the Miskatonic University, an institution known for its quality of education in the sciences of both the world and mind. Arkham is historical in that it is host to dark legends, rumors and dreadful wive's tales that have lurked about its wooded hills and rock-laden, driftwood shores for centuries. Bizarre happenings in the sea, disappearances, plagues, a furtively operated sanitarium and a number of resident cults are among this plethora of grim stories.
It would seem, however, that this morbid air that hangs over the town of Arkham is to be requited; an ancient horror, something beyond the comprehension of mere mortals and dwelling within a loathful otherworldly realm, has chosen Arkham as its bastion by which to awaken, and enslave the world of man. Once again, as happened so many decades ago, the tides of the ocean have begun to swell and recede and strange happenings are abound. An impenetrable fog broods in the hills, slowly seeping forward, and inmates of the Arkham Asylum howl madly at the waning moon.
The signs are there, patterns hinting at an imminent evil churning in the ether. For those few in Arkham who question the freakish occurrences, those who are possessed of a curiousity, courage or dark fascination to peer into the eyes impending doom - they shall face the Old One rising.
The tentative goal of the characters, or investigators as they may be referred to, will be to work together to discover the nature of the bizarre things happening in Arkham, unveil their source, battle the forces of evil and ultimately attempt to stop the coming of the Great Old One. However, each character may have their own ambitions or personal goals that could further or hinder this task. Any number of things from a sudden banishment of monsters to a character death could mean Arkham is closer to either being saved, or consumed.
And here stops my copying of IndianGivers' work, and where I take over. As you might've understood, this is not of my work. The original RP began 8-9 months ago, but with my love for Lovecraft I just had to try to reboot it. So yeah, welcome to this Call of Cthulhu-RP, enjoy your mind-breaking stay!
*Please post your tentative character in the OOC thread so we may all get an idea of what characters have already been created. I will look them over, accept them, and you are then free to post them to the character thread.* Basics
Name: Nickname/title: (The Monster Hunter, The Doctor, The Gangster etc.) Gender: Age: Build/physicality: Appearance: (Period black and white photos/portraits are preferred, but please, no anime)
Background
Psychological status: (Is your character of sound mental status at the beginning of the RP?) Quirks, ticks, conditions, sensitivities to the paranormal: (Ex.: Personality traits, or if they have a history of bizarre dreams/visions) Magical potential (Y/N): (**You may opt for a "squishy" character now, over a solid, magicless gunslinger only to harness the power later. Nothing is set in stone as far as a "class", just don't expect Dual-Shotty Joe to be hurling fireballs later on**) Personality: Hometown: Education: Occupation: Achievements: (Career-related, personal etc.) Sexuality: Religion/philosophy: Marital status: Family status: (Parents deceased? Sibling back home? Orphan?) Biographical writeup: (Whatever you like, but include either why they came to Arkham or, if a resident, their history there.)
Miscellaneous information
Combative belongings: (Please don't begin the RP packing an armory with you - more can be acquired later.) Noncombative belongings: (Keys to a storage closet at the university? A pet rock?) Other information (optional): Theme song (optional):
I may snag the second post in the OOC thread as a note-taking section for the group - what we learn, any connections, any monsters we meet - and so forth. Different group I GM for is doing something similar and it's amazingly helpful, especially since the setting is all homebrew.
I second that idea, and I'll let you get that post. Congratulations, you're the designated Cthulhu-pedia of this roleplay! Here, take this badge!
@Naltorix@T Risket@Candle@Sigurd@Turboshitter You're all welcome to join, glad to have so many people onboard! I'll be getting an OOC up and going either today or tomorrow, so stay tuned!
I'll ask right away, what sort of character do you all think you'll be playing? Just out of curiosity, and perhaps for possible plot-hooks.
My knowledge of the Eldritch is also fairly limited, but I wish to take part in this, if you would have me.
You're welcome to take part, as long as you don't turn into Cthulhu or Nyarlothotep. And I have both the Roleplaying-book and Lovecraft's entire works, so I am more than open to fill in what the rest of you want to know!
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