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End of the World of Darkness

I am still working on this, but if it seems interesting,and you have knowledge of the system (or are willing to research it) place a comment so I can tag you when its done.

Classic World of Darkness

? Shit, sorry, could have sworn I got her too.

Classic World of Darkness

Very Basic OOC@ProPro@Necromancy@Progenitus

End of the World of Darkness

There was not a lot of warning when the end came. There were signs, but there were always signs. One night everyone was going about their lives, worried about the possibility of an Apocalypse, and then the next night it was here.

To the general public, as most of the main even was caught on tape, the end started in L.A., the city of angels indeed. An earthquake ripped through the city at around 11:30 in the morning, and by noon, the entire city was in chaos. A thick black cloud had settled over the city, blanketing it in some kind of unnatural twilight. At first, the reports were just of riots. Local gangs had taken to the streets like crazed militants. Soon after, however, there were reports of monsters, and demons. News casts flooded the airwaves with images of angels and demons, werewolves and vampire, fairies and dragons. Most images on the ground quickly ended, the reporters dying a horrible gruesome death at the hands of one monstrosity or another. Even the choppers were keeping their distance as some of the monsters flew, and did not discriminate foe from reporter.

Near three in the afternoon, the streets of the city were washed in blood, the sun-blocking cloud had turned into a storm of stone hail and blood rain, and even gravity itself seemed to lose all sense of order. At exactly 3:33, the devil himself made an appearance.



This image, though effecting people in a wide range of ways, became the beacon of the end times. It also marked the end of the battle of L.A.

California was not the only casualty, however.

Cairo Egypt has been overrun by wraiths and zombies, the jungles of South America and Africa have come alive... Literally. Trees and unheard of abominations stalk the land day and night. Navy all over the globe have come back with reports of monsters in the deep before going silent. Snow has fallen over Mexico. Scientists report massive quakes as the continental plates shift.

The time is now 11:00pm, and though L.A. rests in a deathly silence, no word has reached the public from within. The cloud had dissipated around sunset just as fast as it had arrived.

about me

OK, so I haven't tried to run anything other than 1x1s I a while, because everything I do is done by phone. Obviously this makes longer post more difficult. If you are patient, I can get at least one reply per person per day. Sometimes more if I'm lucky, sometimes less if there is a lot or I have to research. If you Ever have questions, an idea for the game, or wish to do a small side game, feel free to PM me. I'm pretty nice, but my time is important to me, which is why a mature (that's not just age ladies and gentlemen) group is needed. I stated before I won't kill anyone without your consent... While this is true, I can still gridlock your character if you choose to be a dick. There is a difference between you playing a character who is a dick, and You being one. Please know the difference. There are worse things than death.

The Game

Now, I tend to run a sandbox, character driven game. I have set the scene. You must have enough grasp of your character to know what you would do next, or the wherewithal to follow someone who does. If your just going to sit there alone and refuse help or guidance, you will be left, or eaten. You will all be starting in the same general area. (Not L.A. or Cairo) from there you may choose to work together, or split up. Many of you are likely natural enemies, but in the face of the Apocalypse, there is a bigger threat at hand. I will split replies into hiders if you are in separate areas adding to the mystery as well as allowing people to function without waiting on others. If player 1 is on constantly, and can reply instantly, but player 2 only gets on once every couple days, it may not be a good idea to have them together. Only rarely does this cause timeline issues but I can make them work out. There is a whole world to travel and it is possible that characters may never meet.

This is a high level game. It is possible, even likely, your character has underlings of some sort. You may be a prince of a city in vampire, alpha of a pack in werewolf, have a cult following in demon. I am leaving these NPCs to you. Yes that means your nasty elder vampire may have a city at her command. Your enemy has armies. Your main focus is on your character. That said, I will permit multiple characters as long as you can keep up with them. I will add details about restrictions in each section below. If you have questions, PM me.

Humans

Monsters are Real! Angels are real. Devils are real! Have they always been here, or has something released them from the gates of hell? The end has not reached every corner of the world yet, and looking out the window at the blue skies, hearing the song birds, smelling a freshly cut lawns... Surely this is some kind of hoax.

Humans are at the bottom of the food chain in this struggle to survive. The hidden world is no longer hidden, and the laws they abided by no longer stand to keep you safe. While you may not be effected now, it is only a matter of time. You are food. Cannon fodder. A weak link... Unless you prepare yourself, and in a hurry. Maybe Crazy Dan up the street talking about hunting vampires wasn't so crazy after all...

Hunters

Justification of comes bitter sweet. For years you have trained, prepared, researched, and fought for the survival of a race that laughed at you and called you crazy. Who's laughing now? Sure as hell isn't you! Your covert battle against the creatures of darkness just turned into world war three! Do you seek out the defenceless and protect them the best you can? Do you choose a side, fighting for the greater good, or do you use this period of chaos to take down as many of these inhuman scum as you can. The choice is yours, but regardless of how much firepower or faith you may wield, you are after all, only human.

To the hunters on a network, reports flooded in. Phones rang ceaselessly. It was a broad call to arms. It was war! Groups were forming everywhere, safe houses shared, and plans hatched. Even in places untouched, hunters were gathering to pool their resources. Most prejudices were set aside in favor of survival, both individual and for friends and family.
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Very little restrictions here except that you can't be a psycho trying to help destroy the world. You can be descended from Helsing, a priest with true Faith, or the leader of a black ops military group. You can start with a baseball bat or a military bunker of tanks. I'm not joking.

Vampires

The masquerade is broken. The whole world watched as 'normal people' turned to ash, fed, and performed impossible feats on the streets of L.A. Sabbat flooded the streets in reckless abandon, embracing their beasts and letting loose like never before. But all is not well, even to those whose time has come to shine. The secret True Black Hand has been cut off from their home in the dead Enoch. Mass numbers of their members have simply disappeared.

The Camarilla is in complete anarchy. Their foundation has been shattered, their opposition is in the streets, and their members are fighting to stay alive. In most places, the Camarilla have simply become a cluster of vampires trying to stay alive. The high council has turned on itself, at a loss of what to do. The Tremere have locked themselves in their chantries, some say to make a spell to save them all, some say to cower and try to save themselves. The Giovanni have collapsed. Their leader has been destroyed along with most of the hierarchy, and the dead no longer have laws they abide. Many of the Giovanni strongholds are now massive houses of horrors, owned by the dead alone.

The Justicars, forsaking their futile attempts to uphold the laws have bound together, traveling to every loyal city to help calm the chaos the best they can.
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Dust off the elders book. I'm allowing anything 5th gen and younger. You can be a prince justicar, or archbishop. You can be any clan or bloodline. I have 2 restrictions. 1) No Baali. The devil worshippers have gotten their wish but its not what they thought. They are the enemy and not playable. 2) You have to be working towards some kind of preservation. It doesn't matter if you are trying to return things to normal, survive to rule the human race as a god, or simply protecting friends and family. You need to be fighting against the destruction of the planet, which is what you are facing.

Werewolf(and Fera)

Yes I added all changing breeds here. I'm also doing my ST notes first here because I have a lot to say on the matter. In the story leading up to this point, I have brought back many of the extinct Fera as well as the Croatian tribe of Garou. In this storyline, All the changing breeds get a forced vision of a memory sent by the eldest of the Mokole. They were created by the angels Luna, Gaia, and Helios to hunt down and kill the fallen angels in the time of the War of Heaven. Each had their jobs, and now that the fallen have returned, their true purpose has also returned. Without a heavenly host to fight for, however, it is up to the individuals to decide their battles.
1) No Wyrm creatures. They are under full sway of the enemy... 2) If you want to play a Fera you found online, pm me a link to it so I can look it over. I'll likely be OK with it, but I make no promises. (I have seen were chihuahuas. Don't... Just don't)
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The shockwave of memories that shot through the layers of Umbra and into the once noble Malhan, hunters of the fallen ones, was a devastating blow that effected the changers in varying ways. Did it fill a whole that used to contain purpose? Did it reenforce their own beliefs, or did it shatter everything they thought was true. Regardless, the truth was out, and with it, the mistakes of the past. Changers long thought lost to the War of Rage have started appearing all over the world. The once martyred tribe of Croatians have come to reunite with their Uktena and Wendigo brethren. And all remember why they are there. A scent, something that had built so gradually that it had gone unnoticed, suddenly fills their being. The Fallen. The taint of these beings make the vampires look like they just got splashed with mud. Like the Leeches, these beings have varying degrees of taint, some trying to redeem themselves. It is up to you to decide whether they are worthy of such redemption, or should be sent back to the abyss. Though... They have escaped once, what is to stop them from doing it again?

Something else has happened. A fallen has found redemption. This may be speculation, but you can feel it. The presence of the host for the first time since your exile. Do you lash out at the redeemed, bitter at the one who has lost sight of the cause? Do you seek them out to find the secret? Is it possible?

Demon

You can forget the signs of the end times. You Are the end times. Whether you have been a round a while and have worked your way into the system, or if your fresh out of the pit, you know the world has changed from what you knew, and you also know what will happen when the stronger fallen break free. What you may not know, is that the Earthbound are already getting the ball rolling on the end.

Then came Lucifer. Where you were in the city, or saw it on the news on the other side of the world, the Morning Star was seen by the Fallen for the first time since they were cast into hell. And for the earthbound, the reaction was just as powerful. Do you blame your former leader for being locked away? Are you angry and suspicious of him since he was never seen in hell? Do you rally to again fight at his side, or do you turn on him like a rabid dog. That is up to you, he was in L.A. a few hours ago. The earthbound know this too, and they do not intend to let him escape again.

Changling

The Mists have faded, Banality mostly vanished in a single afternoon. This is Autumns final heat wave before the snows. The doors to Arcadia have been flung wide. Chimeras, the Tuatha de Danaan, Thallain, Adhene, and the Tithed Ones move restlessly in their bonds, or openly on the world for the first time in centuries. Rumors of David's return have spread as fast as the rumors of his murder. While your kingdoms struggle to survive, the mortal world struggles just as hard.

Among it all, an echo of memory shimmers through. More memories of war, but not the seelie and unseelie or shadow court that you are used to. This memory predates even those. They were of a war of angels and demons. All these memories include a memory of your own death. A lone owl Pooka has translated dream of this for ages, a past life depicting the fae souls as the dead Angels and demons. Arcadia as the afterlife of the celestials.

Do you choose to believe this? Do you fight for your kingdoms, or your mortal friends and family? The choice is yours.
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Obviously none of the bad guys. Other than that, your pretty free. Kith, seeming, rank, house. Doesn't really matter. If you want Correlation between demon and Changling, let me know.

Wraith

OK ooc first again. I changed the timeline here. I favor wraith only a fraction less than demon, so I kept them present. In WoD timeline, the Maelstrom that broke the walls of hell was also the one that brought about the end of Wraith. I set the cracks back a Maelstrom. The last big maelstrom is the Apocalypse.
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The last great Maelstrom is coming, a fleet from the Kingdom of Jade sails towards Stygia, and echoes from the Flayed Lands can be heard like the rhythmic beating of drums. The end is near. The Ferrymen have gathered in Dis, and are now spread across the shadowlands on some unknown mission. What is worse, the soul forged metal that half the underworld is founded on, has lost its solidity as the souls regain a margin of what they were.

The shroud is collapsing all around the world, giving wraiths direct contact with the world of the living. Spectres and Wraiths war on landmarks and ghettos in full view and reaction of the world already panicked.
Egypt has become a black whole to wraiths and spectres alike. Something massive has taken Egypt and even the minions of Oblivion do not seem free of its clutches.

Speaking of Oblivion, the Labyrinth has sundered. Malfeans are stirring through the labyrinth, but there is a fracture in the ranks. Oblivion has proven itself to be, in fact, the walls to hell itself.

Furthermore more rumors are coming in about a mass of destruction coming from the Far Shores, of strange Angels of Death waging battle in the tempest, and of things clawing out of the walls of oblivion.
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Round 2. Yes you may play a Ferryman. I'll even let you play a spectre or malfean as long as you are preventing ultimate distraction.

Other

Mummy's and Kindred of the East.... Well get with me on this. What I can tell you is there are no new ones. Mummies who die will be swept up by the Maelstrom.

Classic World of Darkness

OK, maybe not soon. Lol. Its in the works though. Trying to cover all the basis. Fare warning. I do all my work by phone, so longer replies tend to take longer. But they do go up within a day or two unless life gets too busy.... Or unless I get a lot of people.... Which I don't foresee. If that happens I may grab a co to help me out.

Classic World of Darkness

I'll get the full ooc up soon.

Suicide 🚷 Squad

Quote: "why am I here? Oh, I'm just here for the food."
Theme Song: Bed of Roses by MSI http://youtu.be/zaTzD2lDpGs
Name: Mary Stryfe
Alias: none
Age: 24
Powers and Skills: living blood. Due to horrid rituals performed by her father, Mary's blood possesses its own sentience. It can move on its own, solidify into any shape, and change its density to become as hard as iron. It has its own senses which it can use to alert Mary to things around her. It also gives Mary a heightened ability to heal as the blood coagulates and pulls open wounds closed on their own. (No wolverine or deadpool, but efficient non the less)

Weaknesses: aside from a Phenethylamine dependency, her power uses her actual blood so if over taxed she will pass out or even die of blood loss.

Personality: Mary is a sweet, lovable girl with a sense of humor and a winning smile, though no moral filter. The constant extra voice in her head leaves her spacey sometimes, and having listened to it all her life, she tends to favor its opinions. Unfortunately those opinions do not always have humanities best interests at heart.

Biggest Claim[s] to Fame: Arkham University Hospital 24 years ago, and Arkham Middle School slaughter 10 years ago.

How Long Have You Been in Prison: 6 years voluntarily.

Brief History: Mary was conceived to be a vessel to an unknown thing her father's cult worshipped. The ritual was designed to kill the mind of the child while leaving the body alive to act as host, but due to a miscalculation Mary remained whole, the thing merged with her blood, and it turned on the cult, slaughtering them all along with any other human on half the floor of the hospital. Mary was the only surviver and no clues were left of the attacker except that all the victims seemed to have been missing their brains. Mary's mother supported the two of them with the father's insurance, and a healthy Windfall, and lived a normal life until she was 14. The only thing that could be considered odd was Mary's imaginary friend, who Mary said lived inside her. Mary would talk to this friend almost all the time until her mother got her to never do it in public.

When Mary was 14, she had her first period. The blood flow instantly came to life, ravenous after 14 years of nothing. For the second time, Arkham was racked by horror and grief as nearly a hundred students and teachers mysteriously died, their brains missing. Mary ran away and was assumed to be among the shredded remains of students scattered throughout the school.

Mary made it to Gotham, where she lived on the streets. She let her blood out to feed regularly on the homeless, gang members, and stray animals. She learned to use her blood as a weapon and armor, as tools, and companionship for the next four years until she had a run in with the Batman. After studying her blood Batman arranged to have her confined with a daily supply of Phenethylamine, usually in the form of enhanced chocolates. Mary willingly went. She does not pose a threat to the guards except when she let's her blood out to practice. She does not wish to escape, and has even helped the guards stop a couple riots in her 6 year stay in isolation.

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