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They Dwell Below

That's okay, Mr. pink. Sorry to see you go, I hope you get better soon!

They Dwell Below

Ooh, very interesting character so far!
(: Loving that we are getting all ages and personalities.

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Towards everyone;

If any of you want to have previous relationships with any other characters that have applied- speak up with one another! The roleplay will be starting in Virginia which has been made into a state that is controlled by a very strong leader who wants anyone who isn't in his group- DEAD.

(This will be one of the first obstacles we have to overcome as a group- along with the langue)

Think of where your character would be in this situation as we start to get closer to the IC-

Would you be new to Virginia like Len and Iris?
Would you have spent your time hiding from this leader and his minions?
Are you a member who is trying to escape the tyrant of the group?

(: Things to consider as well!

@MissCapnCrunch

Thanks Tori, well said :)

Also, I agree, awesome characters so far, this looks to be an excellent RP. Couldn't be happier that I'm jumping back in the game with this particular RP, it looks promising with the CS I'm seeing! And of course with the best co gm someone could ask for :p

Hello

Hello Thrashy and welcome to the RPguild! I've been here awhile, quite some time before this incarnation of RPguild! If you ever have any questions regarding RP, I'm around :)

Hope you love this little community here, and happy RPing :D

They Dwell Below

Sorry, I won't be finishing my app today as I've become incredibly ill, if it persists I'll probably drop out to avoid slowing it down for anyone, but I should be fine by tomorrow I hope.

@Mr_pink

Well that sucks Mr_Pink, I hope you get to feeling better soon! It's like Tori said, there's always room for you to join in if you *do* have to drop out!

Awesome work so far guys!

They Dwell Below

Name: Len Sclera
Age:27

Len

Personality:
*loyal
*puts family first
*Always keeps his promises
*Stays calm under pressure
*Resourceful

*Impulsive
*Smart ass
*Loves a good fight (which can sometimes lead to trouble)
*Can sometimes be somewhat paranoid and doesn't trust easily
*Loves to smoke and drink (and occasionally do other drugs, mostly hallucinogenic)
*Can sometimes be childish

Biography:

"We just head up them hills over yonder. And ifn' one of them goddamn earthworms try to eat us...well hell, we had a good run, ain't that right Iris?"

Len Sclera never knew the old world. There's probably not many left alive that do. He grew up in the time of the Langue, of horror beyond imagining. An era of giant underground creatures that rise up at night to feed--and humans are it's favorite food. Sclera was just a child when the colony he was with was slaughtered. He watched as his best friend, Jacob Ryan, was swallowed hole. Of course, he doesn't remember much because he was just 2 years old. Still, he knows he had a good friend, and he knows he lost him.

It was during that time his mother took in a young infant. It was chaos, people screaming, people dying. And his mother, through it all, kept her head and saved a child. That child was Iris, and Len would come to look at her like a sister. In fact, it wouldn't be too long, and she'd be all he had left.

Growing up in this new world, only his mother and newfound sister, would prove to be harsh. As Len got older, he grew more and more protective of both Mom and Iris. He grew up tough, haggard, willing to knock the crap out of anyone who even gave the women in his life a sideways glance. There was more than once he kept bandits away with a simple broken jaw or kick to the kneecap. Of course, it wasn't too long before they met another group. And then Len would learn to be civil. Or as civil as he could be, anyway. Being the "Man" of the house at a young age, Len learned to fight real fast. In fact, he came to enjoy it. Of course, he brought home his fair share of bloody noses, but in his case the adage "you should've seen the other guy" always rang true. Iris was always there, however, to keep him from getting into too much trouble. She was known to be reliable around camp, and she was always able to use her good reputation to keep Len from getting banished from the group on the occasion he took a fight -slightly- too far. As protective as he was of Iris, they took care of each other. Even if neither one wanted to admit to how much they relied on the other.

When his mother finally died, along with the rest of the group their group, Len was once again alone, save for Iris. He would never admit to it, but the loss of his home, and all those he held close, hit him hard. He'd had friends, damn good ones too. And this time, he was well old enough to have those haunting memories forever. Biting back the feelings, bottling them up somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew what he had to do. Whispers and rumors had long been in the air of some sort of possible weapon to use against the Langue. Len couldn't lose Iristo these things. If there was a chance to exterminate the bastards, he wanted to see it done. And he wanted to make sure Iris was safe. Virginia. That was a good starting point. Rumors pointed in that direction, and it was there he would follow. To his death? Maybe, but if it was his turn to die, long as he kept Iris safe, it was worth it to him.

Relationships:

Iris Barrett

The girl that he grew up with. Len's best friend, she's like family to him. He trusts her implicitly, and is willing to do *anything* for her--even if that means jumping into the gaping maw of a langue and ripping it's tongue out.

Current feelings towards Iris Worried about her safety. Forgot all about their argument earlier. God I hope this grain Silo's enough to keep us safe. Ifn' Iris becomes worm food, I'm jes' gonna let the damn things eat me. Fuck it.

Michael Sanders (deceased)

Used to be a good friend of Len's, when his mother found the camp of people after rescuing Iris. They met not long after joining the community, an became fast friends. On the rare occasion that Len couldn't be found with Iris, he was likely with Michael. And when he *was* with Iris, there was a good chance Michael was somewhere nearby as well.

When the Langue invaded camp, Michael pushed Len out of the way as the creature's tongue lashed out--it wrapped around him, pulling him into it's crushing jaws. Michael didn't stand a chance, but he did save Len's life--and that's something he will never forget.

Kara

Suspicious and resentful, especially since she caused a fight between he and Iris. And also led to the last of their squirrel being burnt.

Current Feelings towards Kara Well shit, this girl is prolly gonna be trouble, is what I'm thinkin.'

Espen Well I'll be damned. This guy, in this situation, asks about my talkin'?? Maybe he ain't so bad afterall. Could be Iris was right yet again. Sheeeiiiit. I'll be watchin' Mr. Everdeen up there pretty fuckin' close though."

They Dwell Below

Oh, about as big around as an elephant and about 7-9 feet long when fully grown :)

The Dwell Below (Casual Interest Check)

Okay guys, here's the link to the OOC :)

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/78352-they-dwell-below/ooc#post-2497413

They Dwell Below

Name: Len Sclera
Age:27

Len

Personality:
*loyal
*puts family first
*Always keeps his promises
*Stays calm under pressure
*Resourceful

*Impulsive
*Smart ass
*Loves a good fight (which can sometimes lead to trouble)
*Can sometimes be somewhat paranoid and doesn't trust easily
*Loves to smoke and drink (and occasionally do other drugs, mostly hallucinogenic)
*Can sometimes be childish

Biography:

"We just head up them hills over yonder. And ifn' one of them goddamn earthworms try to eat us...well hell, we had a good run, ain't that right Iris?"

Len Sclera never knew the old world. There's probably not many left alive that do. He grew up in the time of the Langue, of horror beyond imagining. An era of giant underground creatures that rise up at night to feed--and humans are it's favorite food. Sclera was just a child when the colony he was with was slaughtered. He watched as his best friend, Jacob Ryan, was swallowed hole. Of course, he doesn't remember much because he was just 2 years old. Still, he knows he had a good friend, and he knows he lost him.

It was during that time his mother took in a young infant. It was chaos, people screaming, people dying. And his mother, through it all, kept her head and saved a child. That child was Iris, and Len would come to look at her like a sister. In fact, it wouldn't be too long, and she'd be all he had left.

Growing up in this new world, only his mother and newfound sister, would prove to be harsh. As Len got older, he grew more and more protective of both Mom and Iris. He grew up tough, haggard, willing to knock the crap out of anyone who even gave the women in his life a sideways glance. There was more than once he kept bandits away with a simple broken jaw or kick to the kneecap. Of course, it wasn't too long before they met another group. And then Len would learn to be civil. Or as civil as he could be, anyway. Being the "Man" of the house at a young age, Len learned to fight real fast. In fact, he came to enjoy it. Of course, he brought home his fair share of bloody noses, but in his case the adage "you should've seen the other guy" always rang true. Iris was always there, however, to keep him from getting into too much trouble. She was known to be reliable around camp, and she was always able to use her good reputation to keep Len from getting banished from the group on the occasion he took a fight -slightly- too far. As protective as he was of Iris, they took care of each other. Even if neither one wanted to admit to how much they relied on the other.

When his mother finally died, along with the rest of the group their group, Len was once again alone, save for Iris. He would never admit to it, but the loss of his home, and all those he held close, hit him hard. He'd had friends, damn good ones too. And this time, he was well old enough to have those haunting memories forever. Biting back the feelings, bottling them up somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew what he had to do. Whispers and rumors had long been in the air of some sort of possible weapon to use against the Langue. Len couldn't lose Iristo these things. If there was a chance to exterminate the bastards, he wanted to see it done. And he wanted to make sure Iris was safe. Virginia. That was a good starting point. Rumors pointed in that direction, and it was there he would follow. To his death? Maybe, but if it was his turn to die, long as he kept Iris safe, it was worth it to him.

Relationships:

Iris Barrett

The girl that he grew up with. Len's best friend, she's like family to him. He trusts her implicitly, and is willing to do *anything* for her--even if that means jumping into the gaping maw of a langue and ripping it's tongue out.


Michael Sanders (deceased)

Used to be a good friend of Len's, when his mother found the camp of people after rescuing Iris. They met not long after joining the community, an became fast friends. On the rare occasion that Len couldn't be found with Iris, he was likely with Michael. And when he *was* with Iris, there was a good chance Michael was somewhere nearby as well.

When the Langue invaded camp, Michael pushed Len out of the way as the creature's tongue lashed out--it wrapped around him, pulling him into it's crushing jaws. Michael didn't stand a chance, but he did save Len's life--and that's something he will never forget.

They Dwell Below

_{You know how they say that most stories start with once upon a time? Well, this one does too. Kinda.}

Once upon a fucking time, our government thought they could easily cure the problem that years and years of messing with Earth and treating her like trash had done. Leave it to our leaders to try to put a band-aid on things that need real attention.

Water filters? Nope- that will hurt our poor fish!

Windmills? Nope- that will hurt our defenseless birds!

Nuclear implosions? Sure! That can't possibly go wrong.

Nuclear test after nuclear test to clean up the smog invading us had proven to be actually working (holy shit!) and people were quite excited for the progress! It was almost like the human race weren't as dumb as we thought. It wasn't until N10 (the 10th round of "cleansing") that things started to become clear that this was not as great as things appeared. These creatures- no, monsters began appearing by the nuclear sites. They came from the ground, popping out like daisies at every vibration on the ground!

Scientist after scientist began disappearing.

Then the people that went looking for those scientists began vanishing.

Once all those people were gone, and people stopped looking for them any more- the monsters began to get hungry for flesh again. They traveled into the cities, they multiplied, they took our parents, they took our children, they took our civilizations.

It had been 30 years since N10 and all this madness began. Not many people remember a time before what our world was. Not many people live that long anymore, at least none that we've seen lately. We can only hope there is someone out there with the answers we need. There had only been rumors of a save haven in Maine where the people had ridden the place of those creatures..

All we can do now is keep alive and hope we get our happily ever after.

The "langue" is the monster that has been terrorizing us for 30 some years now. We're not sure who came up with it but a guy once told us it meant tongue in french. He might have been just a pervert, but it kind of make sense. The thing has a tongue that is long and uses it just like a snake to taste the things in the air

It's body resembles something between a human, lizard, and bird. Nothing humans had seen before. It's teeth are sharp and tears through flesh and any other material that it can sink into it. Recommended that you don't try to go to battle with it from close combat, you'll lose.

They seem to only feast during the night time but can be seen traveling during the day. They are never not active. If you feel the ground under you rumbling you better head the other fucking way, or get to high stable ground. We witnessed a guy trapped in a hole one of these monsters dug and he had to wait there until nightfall until the creature could come and eat him. It was sickening. They are smart and crafty, do not be fooled.

We don't know much about killing these things, but we managed to shoot the eye out of one of them. It seemed to slow him down a bit, but also made him angrier. No gun can penetrate his armor skin, his weak spots are his eyes and his mouth when it's open- but by then it's probably too late for you.

Maybe someone will find a way to delete the world of them.

The Dwell Below (Casual Interest Check)

Looking forward to the RP! I'm glad to be getting back *into* RPing :D