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STATUS: I JUST saw today that they are remaking Silent Hill 2 and releasing a new Silent Hill game!!! Wow, I thought Konami abandoned the IP! I am more excited than I can put into words!!! 4 yrs ago
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I JUST saw today that they are remaking Silent Hill 2 and releasing a new Silent Hill game!!! Wow, I thought Konami abandoned the IP! I am more excited than I can put into words!!!
4 yrs ago
I haven't roleplayed in so long, I am super excited to jump back into things!
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4 yrs ago
Moving my interest check from advanced to casual in hopes of snagging some survival horror interest!
4 yrs ago
If anyone is interested in a Silent Hill roleplay, check out the interest check! I'm hoping we can capture a fun survival horror feel!
4 yrs ago
Are we *technically* alive though? I mean really, shouldn't you say unlives?
Bio
Former Enlisted Army, and very avid gamer. I have fallen hook line and sinker for Dungeons and Dragons, which has actually taken over as my preferred method to roleplay--as both a DM and a player.
However, my roleplay adventures started with writing, and I always will be interested in creative writing. I left for a brief 5 year stint (Hey, that's brief to an elf or dragon, yeah?) but am back and ready to dive into something (though what, I am unsure).
Happily married to my wonderful wife @PrimalArcana, whom I met at this forum (thanks @Mahz) and I can't be happier :D Love to RP pretty much anything. However, my time is much more limited than it used to be. My PMs are open if you want to roleplay, I'm known to do both 1 on 1 RPs and open forum RPs.
I may not be active anymore, but this still applies: All Green, all Army, HOOAH!
However, my roleplay adventures started with writing, and I always will be interested in creative writing. I left for a brief 5 year stint (Hey, that's brief to an elf or dragon, yeah?) but am back and ready to dive into something (though what, I am unsure).
Happily married to my wonderful wife @PrimalArcana, whom I met at this forum (thanks @Mahz) and I can't be happier :D Love to RP pretty much anything. However, my time is much more limited than it used to be. My PMs are open if you want to roleplay, I'm known to do both 1 on 1 RPs and open forum RPs.
I may not be active anymore, but this still applies: All Green, all Army, HOOAH!
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Well a friend of mine posted in our RP, and her post ended up getting thrown in FIVE times....so yeah, I think something is going on for sure O.o
Well a friend of mine posted in our RP, and her post ended up getting thrown in FIVE times....so yeah, I think something is going on for sure O.o
I'd be interested too, never got involved with Tori's RP there, but it's a fun idea! Challenging to be sure, but it seems fun :)
Name: Navarro Ethan Harris
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance:
Personality: hard working, a bit of a smartass when he wants to be. Growing tired of life as a simple fisherman, often times he's dreamed of just taking his little ship, and sailing away. Tired of working so hard, and barely being able to make ends meet. Used to have a sense of humor, but has become quite depressed, with the loss of his aunt. Where he used to be outgoing, he now keeps mostly to himself.
History/Biography:
Navarro Might've had a much different life, if fate hadn't decided he needed to lose everything at a young age. His mother died giving birth to him, a fact his father never let him forget, at least not for the 10 years he lived with the man. A lumberjack by trade, he spent his life cutting trees for the lumber-mill. He was good at his work too, very strong. But strength alone won't save you from a falling tree. Accidents happen, and Navarro's father was taken, not by another person, not by illness, but ironically, by a tree. Navarro, with nothing left and only 10 years old, ended up being taken in by his aunt--she was much nicer than his father. She began to teach him about ships, sailing--her late husband had helped build naval ships, and knew a thing or two about navigation and fishing. Things he taught his wife, so she could take care of herself if the need arose. And, she shared her knowledge with little Nav.
Navarro, for his part, loved to fish and loved the sea. The scent of the salt, the crash of ocean waves...water called to him, sailing seemed to call to him. It was only a matter of time before Navarro took up the trade of a local fisherman. He might've even had himself a crew, and managed to make a name for himself...if his aunt hadn't fallen ill. It took most of their resources just to care for the woman, leaving nothing for hiring deckhands and buying a real ship, not just a tiny little sailboat and a net. For several years, Navarro cared for his aunt, while bringing in as many fish as he could, selling to the local market and on occasion even going door to door--that's when he didn't keep his catch; food was hard to afford when medicine took up most of the finances.
That was when he met Evangeline Delvine. She, too, had a knack for fishing. Swimming as well, sailing...she seemed to take to the water even more then Nav did. And boy did she seem the adventuresome type. Navarro would often buy from Delvine during nasty dry runs, or when he had bad luck and just didn't bring anything back. Sometimes she'd give him a good enough price he could even turn around and resell to the markets. Navarro came to count on Delvine when it came to getting food; he could take what he made from selling his catch, put some of it to buying from Evangeline who offered a fair (well, more then fair if he was being honest with himself) price, and still put some towards keeping his beloved aunt alive.
It's been 3 years since his aunt died. Navarro was grief stricken, so much so that he fell into a great depression. She'd become a mother to him, he was close to his aunt...and though it took all the resources he could bring in just to care for her, he loved her all the same. For a year he was holed up, barely speaking to anyone, only occasionally venturing outside to buy fish from Evangeline. Money dwindled, his ship began to fall into disrepair, and finally he realized he had to do something. He had to get back out there, to live his life or he'd die of starvation or disease, rotting away. So, with a heavy heart, he repaired his sailboat the best he could, and now works once more as a small town fisherman, barely making ends meet. But his heart is no longer in the work. He yearns for more out of life, even if he doesn't know what. Nav can often be seen on the docks at night, watching the setting sun, a misty look in his eyes, dreaming not only of the past, but the future too.
Emplacement of future Slave Brand: On his right forearm
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance:
Personality: hard working, a bit of a smartass when he wants to be. Growing tired of life as a simple fisherman, often times he's dreamed of just taking his little ship, and sailing away. Tired of working so hard, and barely being able to make ends meet. Used to have a sense of humor, but has become quite depressed, with the loss of his aunt. Where he used to be outgoing, he now keeps mostly to himself.
History/Biography:
Navarro Might've had a much different life, if fate hadn't decided he needed to lose everything at a young age. His mother died giving birth to him, a fact his father never let him forget, at least not for the 10 years he lived with the man. A lumberjack by trade, he spent his life cutting trees for the lumber-mill. He was good at his work too, very strong. But strength alone won't save you from a falling tree. Accidents happen, and Navarro's father was taken, not by another person, not by illness, but ironically, by a tree. Navarro, with nothing left and only 10 years old, ended up being taken in by his aunt--she was much nicer than his father. She began to teach him about ships, sailing--her late husband had helped build naval ships, and knew a thing or two about navigation and fishing. Things he taught his wife, so she could take care of herself if the need arose. And, she shared her knowledge with little Nav.
Navarro, for his part, loved to fish and loved the sea. The scent of the salt, the crash of ocean waves...water called to him, sailing seemed to call to him. It was only a matter of time before Navarro took up the trade of a local fisherman. He might've even had himself a crew, and managed to make a name for himself...if his aunt hadn't fallen ill. It took most of their resources just to care for the woman, leaving nothing for hiring deckhands and buying a real ship, not just a tiny little sailboat and a net. For several years, Navarro cared for his aunt, while bringing in as many fish as he could, selling to the local market and on occasion even going door to door--that's when he didn't keep his catch; food was hard to afford when medicine took up most of the finances.
That was when he met Evangeline Delvine. She, too, had a knack for fishing. Swimming as well, sailing...she seemed to take to the water even more then Nav did. And boy did she seem the adventuresome type. Navarro would often buy from Delvine during nasty dry runs, or when he had bad luck and just didn't bring anything back. Sometimes she'd give him a good enough price he could even turn around and resell to the markets. Navarro came to count on Delvine when it came to getting food; he could take what he made from selling his catch, put some of it to buying from Evangeline who offered a fair (well, more then fair if he was being honest with himself) price, and still put some towards keeping his beloved aunt alive.
It's been 3 years since his aunt died. Navarro was grief stricken, so much so that he fell into a great depression. She'd become a mother to him, he was close to his aunt...and though it took all the resources he could bring in just to care for her, he loved her all the same. For a year he was holed up, barely speaking to anyone, only occasionally venturing outside to buy fish from Evangeline. Money dwindled, his ship began to fall into disrepair, and finally he realized he had to do something. He had to get back out there, to live his life or he'd die of starvation or disease, rotting away. So, with a heavy heart, he repaired his sailboat the best he could, and now works once more as a small town fisherman, barely making ends meet. But his heart is no longer in the work. He yearns for more out of life, even if he doesn't know what. Nav can often be seen on the docks at night, watching the setting sun, a misty look in his eyes, dreaming not only of the past, but the future too.
Emplacement of future Slave Brand: On his right forearm
“I know... We have a couple days of training, interviews, and then you know what comes... Just make sure you stay by my side.” These words struck Nixie like a bullet. She’d realized, of course, that the time was quickly drawing to a close--that the arena was very near--far too close for comfort. And yet, she’d never quantified it like Huxley had just done. Training today and tomorrow--and then tomorrow was also the private sessions...interviews came next and then…
And then we start killing eachother like savages, she thought to herself. She blinked, staring down at her plate of food and suddenly losing her appetite. Her mouth was dry, her heart was fluttering. She felt...almost a panicked sensation, as if time were slipping away from her, so fast she couldn’t reign it in. She felt a frantic sense of urgency all of a sudden, and she turned wide, glistening green eyes to Harrow, her lips a thin grim line etched across her pale face. She didn’t speak, not yet, she just gazed at him, fear in her eyes. In that look she gave, all confidence had melted away. In that look, she wasn’t the girl determined to protect Huxley--she was a vulnerable 12 year old girl. A girl, who aside from being troubled by her past at such a young age, was not thrust into a fight for her very life. In that one gaze, Nixie revealed a glimpse of who she was beneath the surface--a little girl in turmoil.
Then she steeled herself. Determination filled her eyes once more as she took in a deep breath to calm her racing heart. Nodding, mostly to herself, she leaned forward and whispered to Huxley: “I’ll stay close...but not just for my own protection. I’ll protect you too.”[/i] Then she lowered her gaze, staring at her hands instead of into Huxley’s eyes. [b] “I know I’m not as strong as you are...mentally or physically…” her voice trailed off and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat as she spoke to her best and only friend. “...but...I’ll do what I can. I’m...I’m sorry if sometimes it seems like…”.
Nixie sighed, looking extremely flustered. She ran her hand through her fiery hair, shaking her head softly and sighing a second time, before crossing her arms over her chest. Then she began again. “Sometimes, it’s easy to forget that you aren’t alone in a rough situation...even when one of the most important people in your lives is sitting right next to you...and I know I haven’t really been there for you as much as you have for me...and I’m sorry. You mean the world to me, Huxley. And...and I’m going to protect you too. I promise.”
By the time she finished speaking, Nixie’s eyes were glistening with unshed tears, and she was trembling slightly, her hands clenched into fists. She was staring blankly at the platter of food before her now, a determined look on her young face. She wanted to be able to protect Huxley, as he was protecting her. And she would, damnit. Then, her emotions getting the better of her, she spoke, words tumbling out, half formed thoughts not quite coherent, almost as if she were speaking to herself more than him. “There’s so much to say, and so little time to say it, you know? Time has a way of sneaking up on you. Huxley, you’re so much more than an ally, and even more than a friend….I…” Nixie’s voice trailed off, and she shook her head. “Nevermind,” she murmured softly. “We’ll get through these next few days. Together.”
***********
Amaranth stared at the camouflage station, knowing that it was about time to go to lunch, and not really caring. Michelle had spoken of feelings that she herself could relate to. In fact, she felt the exact same way. She thought about what she had done during the parade, and immediately felt the cold sting of guilt. It hit her like a slap to the face. You hurt him, your district partner. You hurt his chances of winning the games, made him look like a fool. Made him the laughing stock of the games the very first day. You’ve already fallen victim to the very thing Michelle has said she herself wants to avoid. You are already a murderer, because that boy will probably die. Because of you, Amaranth. Way to go. She closed her eyes, sucking in a breath of air, her thoughts and actions haunting her.
“I don’t want to be a murderer either,” She said with resolve, standing to her feet and extending a hand to Michelle. “In fact, I don’t plan on killing anyone if I can help it. We could make a statement, you and I, by helping our fellow tributes. Helping them with their training when we can. Giving them advice in areas we are knowledgeable in. Maybe we’ll die, but we’ll retain some of our honor...and after the parade, I have a lot of….making up to do.” She sighed again, shaking her head. “Truth is, I’m probably already a murderer now, after what I did. But maybe we can help other tributes stand a chance in these games.” Amaranth gazed at Michelle for a few seconds, hand outstretched. “It’s lunch...let’s get a bite to eat, then finish at the station. Camouflage…a very useful skill to learn; it might keep us alive for a while.” She smiled slightly--a pale ghost of a smile that did not quite reach her eyes.
************
Anastasia turned to Harrow at his voice, a somber expression across her face. “I’m fine.” she said in response to his question, turning away and gazing at the far wall. How could she tell him of the sudden pang of jealousy she’d felt towards Amber? Even she knew the feelings weren’t exactly reasonable, yet they were there. Harrow watched Ana, frowning. He could tell something was bothering her. She wasn’t quite her usual self. Taking a quick look around to make sure nobody was watching, he took her hand in his for a moment, standing right next to her, almost shoulder to shoulder.
“I’m fine is usually code for ‘my world is falling apart and I don’t know how to say it.’” Harrow spoke softly, his voice low lest other tributes overhear. “You can talk to me, you know.” Ana turned to look into his eyes. A very slight, very soft smile crossed her lips. Her horrific dreams last night, she thought, were taking their toll on her. Wearing her down mentally. Probably why she felt the way she did when she saw Harrow spending that time talking to Amber earlier. “I know, Harrow. You’re the one person here I know I can trust with my life,” she whispered softly. And she did know this. She gently squeezed his hand, before letting go, presumably before anyone could notice--she also knew how vital it was to keep their…relations, a secret. it would do no good for the other tributes to get wind of just how close she and Harrow were...or surely they’d be the first to be targeted.
“Come on, Ana,” Harrow spoke, motioning towards the cafeteria. “We need to eat, to keep up our strength. Besides, they might kick our asses out of the training area if we tried to work through lunch anyway.” Anastasia nodded, and trailed slightly behind Harrow as he led them to the cafeteria; last night’s nightmares once more coming to her mind. She shuddered as she watched Harrow in front of her. She didn’t want anything to happen to him...but the dreams. They were so real, so vivid...were they confirmation that he was destined to die here? And would she be alive to see his demise if it happened? A chill snaked down her spine, and she involuntarily shuddered as she stepped through the doors and into the cafeteria, taking a seat next to Harrow.
And then we start killing eachother like savages, she thought to herself. She blinked, staring down at her plate of food and suddenly losing her appetite. Her mouth was dry, her heart was fluttering. She felt...almost a panicked sensation, as if time were slipping away from her, so fast she couldn’t reign it in. She felt a frantic sense of urgency all of a sudden, and she turned wide, glistening green eyes to Harrow, her lips a thin grim line etched across her pale face. She didn’t speak, not yet, she just gazed at him, fear in her eyes. In that look she gave, all confidence had melted away. In that look, she wasn’t the girl determined to protect Huxley--she was a vulnerable 12 year old girl. A girl, who aside from being troubled by her past at such a young age, was not thrust into a fight for her very life. In that one gaze, Nixie revealed a glimpse of who she was beneath the surface--a little girl in turmoil.
Then she steeled herself. Determination filled her eyes once more as she took in a deep breath to calm her racing heart. Nodding, mostly to herself, she leaned forward and whispered to Huxley: “I’ll stay close...but not just for my own protection. I’ll protect you too.”[/i] Then she lowered her gaze, staring at her hands instead of into Huxley’s eyes. [b] “I know I’m not as strong as you are...mentally or physically…” her voice trailed off and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat as she spoke to her best and only friend. “...but...I’ll do what I can. I’m...I’m sorry if sometimes it seems like…”.
Nixie sighed, looking extremely flustered. She ran her hand through her fiery hair, shaking her head softly and sighing a second time, before crossing her arms over her chest. Then she began again. “Sometimes, it’s easy to forget that you aren’t alone in a rough situation...even when one of the most important people in your lives is sitting right next to you...and I know I haven’t really been there for you as much as you have for me...and I’m sorry. You mean the world to me, Huxley. And...and I’m going to protect you too. I promise.”
By the time she finished speaking, Nixie’s eyes were glistening with unshed tears, and she was trembling slightly, her hands clenched into fists. She was staring blankly at the platter of food before her now, a determined look on her young face. She wanted to be able to protect Huxley, as he was protecting her. And she would, damnit. Then, her emotions getting the better of her, she spoke, words tumbling out, half formed thoughts not quite coherent, almost as if she were speaking to herself more than him. “There’s so much to say, and so little time to say it, you know? Time has a way of sneaking up on you. Huxley, you’re so much more than an ally, and even more than a friend….I…” Nixie’s voice trailed off, and she shook her head. “Nevermind,” she murmured softly. “We’ll get through these next few days. Together.”
***********
Amaranth stared at the camouflage station, knowing that it was about time to go to lunch, and not really caring. Michelle had spoken of feelings that she herself could relate to. In fact, she felt the exact same way. She thought about what she had done during the parade, and immediately felt the cold sting of guilt. It hit her like a slap to the face. You hurt him, your district partner. You hurt his chances of winning the games, made him look like a fool. Made him the laughing stock of the games the very first day. You’ve already fallen victim to the very thing Michelle has said she herself wants to avoid. You are already a murderer, because that boy will probably die. Because of you, Amaranth. Way to go. She closed her eyes, sucking in a breath of air, her thoughts and actions haunting her.
“I don’t want to be a murderer either,” She said with resolve, standing to her feet and extending a hand to Michelle. “In fact, I don’t plan on killing anyone if I can help it. We could make a statement, you and I, by helping our fellow tributes. Helping them with their training when we can. Giving them advice in areas we are knowledgeable in. Maybe we’ll die, but we’ll retain some of our honor...and after the parade, I have a lot of….making up to do.” She sighed again, shaking her head. “Truth is, I’m probably already a murderer now, after what I did. But maybe we can help other tributes stand a chance in these games.” Amaranth gazed at Michelle for a few seconds, hand outstretched. “It’s lunch...let’s get a bite to eat, then finish at the station. Camouflage…a very useful skill to learn; it might keep us alive for a while.” She smiled slightly--a pale ghost of a smile that did not quite reach her eyes.
************
Anastasia turned to Harrow at his voice, a somber expression across her face. “I’m fine.” she said in response to his question, turning away and gazing at the far wall. How could she tell him of the sudden pang of jealousy she’d felt towards Amber? Even she knew the feelings weren’t exactly reasonable, yet they were there. Harrow watched Ana, frowning. He could tell something was bothering her. She wasn’t quite her usual self. Taking a quick look around to make sure nobody was watching, he took her hand in his for a moment, standing right next to her, almost shoulder to shoulder.
“I’m fine is usually code for ‘my world is falling apart and I don’t know how to say it.’” Harrow spoke softly, his voice low lest other tributes overhear. “You can talk to me, you know.” Ana turned to look into his eyes. A very slight, very soft smile crossed her lips. Her horrific dreams last night, she thought, were taking their toll on her. Wearing her down mentally. Probably why she felt the way she did when she saw Harrow spending that time talking to Amber earlier. “I know, Harrow. You’re the one person here I know I can trust with my life,” she whispered softly. And she did know this. She gently squeezed his hand, before letting go, presumably before anyone could notice--she also knew how vital it was to keep their…relations, a secret. it would do no good for the other tributes to get wind of just how close she and Harrow were...or surely they’d be the first to be targeted.
“Come on, Ana,” Harrow spoke, motioning towards the cafeteria. “We need to eat, to keep up our strength. Besides, they might kick our asses out of the training area if we tried to work through lunch anyway.” Anastasia nodded, and trailed slightly behind Harrow as he led them to the cafeteria; last night’s nightmares once more coming to her mind. She shuddered as she watched Harrow in front of her. She didn’t want anything to happen to him...but the dreams. They were so real, so vivid...were they confirmation that he was destined to die here? And would she be alive to see his demise if it happened? A chill snaked down her spine, and she involuntarily shuddered as she stepped through the doors and into the cafeteria, taking a seat next to Harrow.
Alright, gonna work on the post. It'll be my first time puppeting Anastasia, I hope I do Amanda's character justice *takes deep breath* Away we go!
I'm very interested and will likely make a CS tomorrow :)
Well, I'm very sad and sorry to say that Amanda has told me she's left the guild--and the RP; I'll puppet her character that was close to Harrow, but her chars are officially NPCs now. It'll just be the three of us. So, I'll kickstart us later tonight, get a post up and we can get moving. It's gonna feel a bit empty without Amanda here, though; I know I'm going to miss her presence in the RP. She really enjoyed it--so I think the best thing we can do to sort of honor our friend, is to make sure that we finish the RP!!! Even if we can only post a few times a week, or even once a week, whatever. We can't let this die, it's had a long enough break :)
Sorry about my vanishing like that! I'm back now. idk if Amanda will be rejoining or not, she's been realllly super busy lately so idk. I still want to keep this going though if you guys do!!!
Sorry guys couldn't get ol for about a week! I'm around now though :)
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