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Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Nigel jolted awake, or rather he suddenly became aware of his surroundings. He wasn't sure if he was even awake at this point given the cloud over his senses but he was at least lucid for the moment. Getting his bearings, Nigel raised to his feet as he came to find he woke up laid on his back. A chill ran down his spine as his hands connects with the ground that felt more like flesh than earth or floor.

"Right then. Let's see if we can't find our way out of here." Nigel said to himself, just so he could hear something and prove he hadn't gone deaf. With slow, cautious steps Nigel walked with his hands outstretched in the hopes of finding a wall to guide him out of this oppressive place. After a few minutes of hoping his eyes would at least adjust to the darkness, Nigel's hand connected with a surface similar to the mushy ground beneath him. His hand immediately recoiled from the soft wall, the texture being revolting to any sane person. Powering through it, Nigel ran his hand along the wall as he continued to make his way through the dark. The time in the dark got Nigel thinking, if only to take his mind away from the horrific present. His thoughts drifted from hobbies to life experiences but this thinking brought another harrowing revelation with it; there were significant gaps in Nigel's memories. He still retained a rough outline of his life prior to this pitch-black labyrinth but nearly all the specifics were now lost to him. Tears began to well in Nigel's eyes as his pace slowed and his mind began to slip into dark thoughts of never leaving this place.

Just as Nigel was about to break something inside him seemed to hold him together. It wasn't a voice but it was to sophisticated to be just a feeling. The best approximation Nigel could come up with was an inner drive perhaps a fragment of his former life sending him a lifeline. In the blink of an eye Nigel's pace began to quicken once more, eyes focused on the darkness. His fear was still ever present, threatening to wear him down further, but a low and constant rage against the unknown of the situation kept Nigel ever defiant of the apparent fate forced upon him. After what felt like ages, Nigel's eyes began picking up a sliver of light. It felt blinding when he first saw it, a meter tall slit that allowed a small beam to slice through the darkness in front of it. Nigel stayed cautious as he kept running his hand along the mushy wall but his pace was all but a jog at the point. Finally coming to the slit of light, forceful hands dug themselves into the slit and began to tear away at the wall to let more of the light in and get Nigel out. Once sufficiently large enough, Nigel began to push his way through, feet first to his hopeful salvation. As he struggled to leave his prison, Nigel's eyes glanced back into the now better lit room and was met by a horrific sight. The floor, walls, and ceiling were all flesh; unidentifiable in origin but undeniably so. This was horrifying enough but the true horror came from the massive eyeball staring directly at Nigel, unblinking but always moving and jittering. Nigel felt frozen in place for a moment, unable to deal with the implications of what he has just seen. The all too familiar drive brought Nigel from his stupor, who in turn locked his own eyes onto the gaze of the massive eye and turning his face to a scowl. He continued to make his way out through the hole, refusing to break eye contact.

Nigel jolted awake, or rather he suddenly became aware of his surroundings. This looked a lot more realistic now, wooden floors, cabinets and medical equipment that was familiar enough to convince Nigel he was awake. Fighting this conclusion was the multitude of small beings the shirked away from him as his eyes fluttered open. Nigel was drenched in sweat but the feeling was much more welcome than the feeling of a fleshy room of his dream. Nigel struggled to a sitting position and shakily hopped off his gurney, looking around the horrific state of the room he now inhabited.

"Any of you lot awake?" Nigel asked into the stillness of the room, hopeful but not expecting much.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

@Dark Jack I'll get on coming up with an opening post for him after I grab a bite of lunch. I'm real excited to get going!

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

@Dark Jack Should I go ahead and post Nigel's nightmare and waking up then or should I save that for after an intro post from you? Sorry about all the questions by the way, I always like to be on the safe side when in more heavy GMed games.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

@Dark Jack Complete sense. I'd like to think I'm a half decent writer but I'll admit that describing physical features in a good, cohesive way is not my forte (same goes for personality). I'll try to fix it up a bit later today and make it look a little more readable. Thanks for the tips!

One question to add, how should I pop into the game? Am I going to wake up at the same clinic where the other woke up or a different one?

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

It's quite all right. The beauty of (false) Paleblood Hunters is that the memory loss from metamorphosis allows them to be as fleshed out as you want them to be; they may remember a lot and/or be from Yharnam, or they may remember nothing and be from a foreign land, essentially leaving them as much of a blank slate as the player character from the game.

There's nothing in particular that stands out as problematic, so the character is accepted. That said, would you mind if I offered a little constructive criticism? It's okay if you would prefer that I keep it to myself.

@Dark Jack

Fire away, I'm always up for some constructive criticism.

Sweet Southern Nights (Vampire the Masquerade, 5th edition)

Hey, people! It's nice to meet you all. I'll be playing Merveille, who's a phone psychic in the vein of Ms. Cleo.

@flopflop122

I love the idea of phone psychic, awesome!

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

The Marquis Rosenthorm

Name: Nigel Rosenthorm
Race: False Paleblood
Appearance: Nigel is a very intimidating looking figure from the neck down. Taunt muscles more comparable to that of a wild ape as opposed to a human. His sickly pale skin is adorned in brown hair throughout and riddled with many scars, some large and some minor. His head is a complete departure from his intimidating physique. Nigel has larger, kind looking eyes, well worn laugh lines and overall soft features giving him a naturally jolly look. He wears glasses though they are only for reading from longer distances. His eye affliction is very minor allowing him to do well enough without them. His light brown hair is a meticulously kept middle part complete with thick side burns and a well waxed, curled moustache.
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 270 lbs
Clothes: Much like his body, Nigel's clothes are a wearable contradiction. His outfit consists of a very simple shawl, trousers, and boots made for trudging through the muck as opposed to somewhere befitting a marquis. However, the craftsmanship of every article is top of the line and made from only the best materials noble money can buy.
Background: The healing blood of the church has muddied both Nigel's pedigree and mind. Many points in his life are now surrounded by a thick fog but despite this identity crisis Nigel feels conviction in who he is. Coming from a noble family from outside of Yharnam, Nigel is well enough aquatinted with high society to not stick out if need be, that being said, deep down Nigel knows he spent much more away from the safety of his familial abode and instead traveling, testing his mettle against anyone willing across the land (non-lethally of course). He could not recall the exact affliction that drove him to the Healing Churches blood ministrations but he remembered seeing the opportunity as a double edged sword, why that was he could no longer remember. Now as Nigel stirs from rest, he feels better than he ever had before and yet he feels like he lost something along the way.

Sorry for the wait! Let me know if this is up to snuff or if there's anything you want me to flesh out more.

vampires versus werewolves.

Spanner in the works werewolves.

To me they're (pun intended) the underdog and I'm a sucker for underdogs. Vampire usually have a good amount of powers both supernaturally and influence wise while werewolves gotta rely more on the supernatural stuff which make's 'em cooler in my opinion.

Sweet Southern Nights (Vampire the Masquerade, 5th edition)

Though he had cracked open the letter in the bar, Steel hadn't begun to read it until he hit the street. He made his way, reading the letter in between steps. Being new to the vampire game, Steel was the first to admit that the politics of it all weren't really his strong suit but what he did know seemed to fill in the gaps that this letter left. Those gaps mad him angry. Beast or not, rage welled up inside steel as he finished the note. With a loud grunt Steel took his guitar case by the neck and crushed it... much to the surprise of Jared his drummer.

Jared was off to join Steel with some practice after their crummy show but the man stopped in his tracks as he saw his friend display such an inhuman act. He wasn't sure what to think of it, once the stupor wore off he began to cautiously head over to his friend. His stride was caught short however as something impossibly fast moved in and grabbed him by the neck. In the blink of an eye Jared "Matches" O'Neil was now the former drummer of Rachit Jiraffe, his body strew unceremoniously on the sidewalk.

As Steel whipped around in rage, his eyes managed to meet that of Sarah's just before she took off, a smug look on her face and a nonchalant shrug. Steel's eyes then met that of his former friend and band mate. He felt something break inside as the beast was still in the driver's seat. unable to do much more, Steel stuffed the note back in his pocket and managed enough thought to bring his guitar case, full of his now destroyed guitar, with him as he took off.

Sweet Southern Nights (Vampire the Masquerade, 5th edition)

@Necroes Would Steel know that Sarah offed his band member?