Yankee

"Face Claims" - do's, don'ts, resources?

Hey I've been wanting to make this thread for a while but now is as good a time as any.

Whether you prefer drawn or live FCs, do you stick to a pattern or just use whatever works? How do you go about finding them? Do you prefer to use them at all? Ever reused a FC?

In particular I've always had issues finding "live action" FCs that aren't super recognizable movie stars so I tend to stay away from RPs that use them. I would love some pointers from people that DO regularly use live FCs.

THE OUSAMA GAME | a Short-Term Horror

Thanks for checking in you two, and don't worry about rushing, take your time.

By the by I'll be updating the top ooc post with some more info about how exactly orders and stuff will work so there is no confusion for when we start!

Frontier of the Dead: A Weird West Horror RPG

I'm super interested! I'll get to work on a CS if you'll have me.

THE OUSAMA GAME | a Short-Term Horror

Still working my history but:

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N a m e : Riley Velskaya
A g e : Seventeen
G e n d e r : Male
A p p e a r a n c e : Riley sports some medium length black locks that fall loosely down around their head, not quite messy but definitely not well-kept. Their facial structure is rounded and feminine, and even though his voice is soft a very perceptive listener would easily be able to notice the masculine undertones of their speech. As for bodily structure, they’re on the thinner - frailer side, although he is often clad in thick sweaters or hoodies to shroud the figure he is so insecure about. His complexion is quite fair and pasty and eyes are a vibrant forest green, though in some lights small flecks of brown could change them to a hazel. All in all, to some he would be seen as a cute boy with a somber and ghostly look - to others he could be seen as quite creepy?

Personality Traits
^{Nurturing | Faithful | Composed | Obsessive | Systematic | Dull}

Relevant Info: TBA****

D A R K - S E C R E T:

Hider

Riley was adopted by a wealthy man named Aleister Velstaya, whom had years beforehand lost his wife and daughter in a car crash^{”cliche yes, but realistic”}. The wealthy widower still wished to have a family, but traumatized by the loss of his family he refused to remarry and seed another child. While Riley was greatly appreciative of such a dignified and respected man taking him under his wing, not all was as fine as one would have think. Aleister has become warped and spiteful towards the world causing him to spiral into deep depressions and lash out on the boy from time to time. The worst of these outbursts would result in Riley being forced to imitate Aleister’s deceased daughter sometimes even in public. These episodes would not let up as the man’s mental health further degraded with age, and eventually Riley would aptly adjust his lifestyle. This split the boy’s psyche at a young age forming into an altered personality with more feminine traits to better fit what Aleister wished of.

Though, his father’s antics would go too far recently - as Aleister has fully become delusional and now believed Riley has been a female all along. While Riley is about to take off to college next year, Aleister believed he should start looking for “husband” prospects soon to carry on his legacy as his only kin. Despite Riley’s constant help and monitoring, his father had even come to try pimping him out to suitors and fooling many into thinking he was just a tomboyish girl - a few even making a pass at him. Years of repressed resentment and psychological damage would reach and head, and about a month ago - Riley poisoned his father and fully inherited the Velskaya fortune. It was an act of passion, and care was taken into covering his tracks thoroughly, but the itching in the back of Riley’s head grows more and more every day as the burden of guilt grows. On the outside he seems to be fine, but the boy continues to crack at the seams.

@Haruharara

Looking great! When the relevant info section is done you can move them over as #3!

@Yankee
This guy alright?

Ryan Watts

Name: Ryan Watts

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Appearance: Ryan has short black hair that is rarely combed, and has a somewhat greasy look - like he hadn't washed in a period of time. It wouldn't be wrong to call him short, but he is not too far from average height. His choice of clothing is usually either very casual, such as baggy tracksuits, or extremely formal, like three-piece suits. Perhaps because of this, very few people realize that Ryan is fairly muscular - he's been going to the gym around 3-4 times a week for the last 4 years, at the request of his ex-girlfriend, Susan. Ryan claims he only continues out of habit, and because it makes his work easier. Ryan also has several piercings in his ears, but he takes these out whenever doing a Funeral or Viewing. He planned on getting rid of them, but a kid he watches after, Dennis, said that it made him look cool.

Personality Traits:
Passionate | Friendly | Upbeat | Clingy | Creepy | Aggressive

Relevant Info: Ryan works as a Mortician in his family Funeral Home, and has been doing so since he got his degree. He has immense respect for his Father, Wyatt Watts, who was the primary reason he even went into that career path. He's had two girlfriends in the past, but would only really be bothered by threats against the first, Susan Robinson. He has a very wide circle of friends and acquaintances due to his line of work, several of which he would sacrifice a lot for. Ryan volunteers at an Orphanage in his free time and has been planning on adopting a younger boy, Dennis Cleat. He is nervous about his chances, considering he is a single male in his mid-twenties, and threats of limiting his time with the boy would be very persuasive.

D A R K - S E C R E T:

My Hider

Ryan regularly eats human flesh. He has a steady supply due to his job as a Mortician and, with proper care and stitching, it's surprising how much you can take out of a person without anyone noticing. Even worse, he regularly includes human flesh into the meals he cooks for his friends and family, getting an almost euphoric pleasure out of tricking them into eating something they would never do otherwise. He occasionally steals corpses from recent funerals, which he keeps in a freezer in his basement - a secret which the King could use to great effect against Ryan.

His second Exgirlfriend nearly discovered his stash of bodies, and Ryan waited at the top of the stairs with a knife. When she came up with what she went to retrieve, he managed to convince her to leave, and he promptly broke up with her a few days later. He is nowhere near as upset by his close murder attempt as he feels he should be, but doesn't really mind too much.

Ryan only thinks about eating the flesh of the already deceased, and the thought of killing for his meals disturbs him somewhat. He may think differently if he had to go awhile without any meat, but he has never thought of eating anyone in his direct social circle.

@Duoya

Yep, he's awesome! You can put him in the characters tab as #4!

THE OUSAMA GAME | a Short-Term Horror

Mari

Name: Mari Palladino
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance: At first glance, Mari could easily be mistaken for a sickly boy. Traces of asian ancestry are visible within her mostly caucasian face. Her skin has an almost unhealthy lack of colour. While cut to her ears, her brown hair is dull and messy. Her eyes lack any bright colours, resembling two stones rather than romantic jewels. Large bags are under each eye, a testament to her lack of sleep. Her attire is baggy and chosen simply because it hides her body. She has two unique identifiers: the set of asymmetrical earrings she wears and tattoos of esoteric symbols on the fingers of her left hand. Horizontal scars litter her forearms, but most had since faded. Conversely, large vertical scars are visible on her palms and cutting across the old scars.
Personality Traits:
Self-Reliant | Creative | Coolheaded | Misanthropic | Unempathetic | Standoffish
Relevant Info: Mari doesn't really have much in her life, but what she does have is irreplaceable to her. Her entire family is either estranged or deceased. The only human person she cares about is her boyfriend Sho. Together, Mari and him have a mutt named Hope. If anything happened to Hope, Mari would probably kill whatever harmed Hope and then herself. While they find themselves homeless at times, they have recently found peace and safety in a small, busted apartment. While most would hate living in such a place where everything is constantly on the verge of breaking, the three live a relatively secluded and happy life.
D A R K - S E C R E T:

Hider

Mari has killed her mother. Her father had since become estranged quickly after her birth, meaning that the young Mari was raised solely by her mother. Her mother was, for lack of a better term, abusive and delusional. Mari was alienated by everyone due to the actions of her mother. When she finally formed a meaningful relationship with someone and revealed this relationship to her mother, she was beaten. Her boyfriend, trying to protect her, struck her mother over the head enough times to make her stop. As they ran, Mari had noticed that her mother was still breathing. Without anyone knowing, she had struck the final blow before she left.

@OwO

No problems here! You can move her over! I think for ease the numbers they'll have can just be the order of submission, which would make Mari #1! You can choose to include that in the sheet or not, just be aware of it come game time!

nathaniel ueda

n a t h a n i e l u e d a

_______________________________________________ Nathaniel Ueda ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ 20 | male | 5'11" ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ truthful | well-mannered | loyal persistent | aloof | cynical ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ p e r s o n a l i t y ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ [+] Contrary to his looks, Nathaniel is a meek and quiet boy. He is usually mistaken for someone brazen and outspoken, but he is usually very jittery and keeps to himself. Those qualities do not take away from his well-manners and persistent traits. ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼

▄a p p e a r a n c e ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Nathaniel is a quiet boy with a somber voice to match; tall and lanky with a hushed laugh. If you were to ask anyone to describe him upon their first meeting, the most remarkable feature that would stick would be his smell. Nathaniel always has a sweet vanilla scent lingering about his person without the need of cologne. Standing tall at 5 feet and 11 inches, Nathaniel's frame feels even more elongated due to his sharp features. His style gives off a relaxed aura; loose-fitting sweaters and comfortable pants. Nathaniel's complexion is rather clear aside from a few scars he always avoids having to explain (none are in visible view.) ▄r e l e v a n t i n f o r m a t i o n ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Nathaniel was born the oldest son to Hazel Thomson and Jirou Ueda; a few years after his birth, his younger brother was born and his family was completed thereafter. Philip Ueda, his younger brother, was everything you could ask for in a son and Nathaniel was not. The bias became very clear in his early life, from his mother showing clear distaste to his father's favoritism. Being only 2 years apart in age, Nathaniel was young and easily starved for his parents' affection. Unfortunately, he was never able to gain his parent's full attention and Nathaniel decided it was for his own good to move out as soon as he graduated college. He is now living in a studio apartment; he attends his college classes and works part-times to support his lifestyle. ▄d a r k s e c r e t ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [+] One day as Nathaniel was babysitting his younger brother, they decided it would be a good idea to play hide-and-seek in the woods behind their family home. Nathaniel was 10 at the time while Philip was only 8; the game went on for an hour or two before Nathaniel had an overwhelming reminder of how unloved he felt. He knew where Philip was hiding, it had been the same spot for the last three turns. The best part about the area was that it was overseeing a small, hidden cliff. Instead of letting his presence be known to his younger brother, Nathaniel snuck up and pushed his brother down down down. Philip tumbled through the leaves and dirt until a small thud was heard from overhead; Nathaniel stood by until his brother reached the bottom. Aside from the panic that engulfed him, Nathaniel felt relief washing over him. It was all short-lived, however, when he noticed the rise and fall of his brother's chest. Instead of helping his brother back up, Nathaniel went back home. He waited for his parents to come home from work. Easily told them Philip had been playing in the back but he hasn't seen him since noon (didn't matter the story since his parents would blame him anyways.) The search went on for hours until the next day break and Nathaniel barely lifted a finger to help with the search. Even when the neighbors, the firefighters and the police got involved, Nathaniel kept to himself. Come morning, Nathaniel was ready for the wave of punishment that was going to come his way as his parents entered the home with young Philip in their hands. However, what came after wasn't any yelling or recognition of his doings; instead, it was the same indifference he always received. The world continued as if Nathaniel hadn't been responsible for the incident, and remained revolved around his brother Philip. To this day Nathaniel wonders if Philip even knows that Nathaniel had been the reason for his fall.

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@Karisma

Which would make Nathaniel #2! Another good looking sheet! Feel free to move him over too!

THE OUSAMA GAME | a Short-Term Horror

No worries, take your time!

☣ E ᐯ O ᒪ ᑌ T I O ᑎ

Is this... is this an Apocalypse no Toride RP?

Jeez I could have sworn I was the only person on earth that read it. Tentative interest from me, I've got a full plate but how could I resist?

THE OUSAMA GAME | a Short-Term Horror

@OwO @Haruharara @Duoya @Kautalya @Karisma @crouchingbacon

Let me know if you have any questions! Feel free to PM me too if you prefer.

THE OUSAMA GAME | a Short-Term Horror

_{Original Interest Check}

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1. persons with numbers are players
2. all players must follow the King's orders
3. all orders must be completed within 3 hours
4. players that do not follow orders will be punished
5. the game ends when a winner is decided

You wake up with a throbbing pain in both your head and your hand. When you open your eyes you see only darkness. You have been shoved into a cramped space. When you break your way out, you find yourself in a wide, dimly lit foyer. It's furnished in drab reds. You add your own red to it in the form of the blood dripping from your hand. A number has been neatly carved into it. More blood coats the foyer's walls, spelling out the rules of some sort of 'game.' You don't remember how you got here, but you aren't alone. Several other people break their way out of the wooden boxes they'd been stuffed into. Coffins. You have an awful feeling some of you may be returning to them soon.

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Character Sheet

[b][u]Name[/u][/b]: (First and last!)
[b][u]Age[/u][/b]: (you character must be conceivably able to be the mastermind of this whole "adventure," so please don't go too young.)
[b][u]Gender[/u][/b]: (self-explanatory)
[b][u]Appearance[/u][/b]: (any identifying info such as hair, eye, skin colors, etc. If you choose to use a FC, please place it above the CS text instead.)
[b][u]Personality Traits[/u][/b]: (Brief positive and negative traits)
[color=limegreen][b]X[/b][/color] | [color=limegreen][b]X[/b][/color] | [color=limegreen][b]X[/b][/color] | [color=red][b]X[/b][/color] | [color=red][b]X[/b][/color] | [color=red][b]X[/b][/color]
[b][u]Relevant Info[/u][/b]: (close friends and family, current living situation, etc. Things the King can use for leverage against your character.)

[b][i][color=darkslategray]D A R K - S E C R E T[/color][/i][/b]: (please place this under a hider, a reason your character may have been chosen to play the game.)
[hider][/hider]

Keep in mind:

• You must be OKAY with your character potentially dying
• You must be OKAY with your character potentially being the King
• You must provide a dark secret/reason your character COULD be the King/a player
• Bio section is not present in the CS because it will not be relevant to the RP
• Because this is a short term RP, you must commit and be active! You don't need to worry about keeping track of a long story line! If you lose interest, let me know ASAP so the next order can be to kill your character! That we we don't have sudden disappearances!

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Roleplay Rules

1. Follow the Guild Rules!
2. The King will be randomly decided after a certain point in the RP, when the chosen player will receive a PM from me.
3. Please do not reveal if you character is the King to other players, we don't want to ruin the surprise!
4. Likewise, try not to have your character completely change personalities once they remember they are the King.
5. Remember your character might die. Don't be upset! This is only a short-term RP.
6. Please post your character sheets here in the OOC under a hider until approved!

About Orders

1. Orders can be interpreted in anyway. For example, "#1, stab a player," the chosen number could choose to stab themselves, and in any area they wish.
2. Orders will be given out by the GM via IC post after the previous order has been completed.
3. Players can defend themselves. If an order calls for a player to attack, maim or kill another, killing the player tasked with carrying out the order suffices as well.
4. The players chosen for orders will be decided via guild dice for fairness (if your character is the victim a lot of the time, it's the will of the dice!)
5. After the King has been decided they may influence future orders if they wish via PM.

Reborn: Coming of Calamity

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The rush of wind and the weightless feeling of a body in free fall might as well have been called familiar to Orsen by now. He was angled so that his back was toward the approaching ground and his vision was enveloped by a bright blue sky. He furrowed his brows. Daylight? Maybe this was part of some strange mid-fall hallucination, same as that creepy skull-headed... thing. He sighed and closed his eyes, waiting for the impact he was sure was coming.

...and waiting. Waiting. What the hell? Was he dead yet? Or maybe 'again' was the right word? He cracked an eye open when he didn't quite feel the pull of gravity anymore and found the same blue sky filled his vision - but instead of the sound of air rushing past, his ears were filled with the high-pitched squeals of girls panicking.

He sat up abruptly, his speed and mass flinging dirt and flowers around as he rose. He could feel something catch in his hair, and he was sure it was already a rat's nest of earth and plants. He looked over to the source of the noise, indeed finding three young women (one with horns, what the hell?), a young man... and another man on a horse. He had barely heard the rider's question over the other noise, and he really didn't feel the need to answer. Obviously they had just fallen from the sky. Wait... all of them? Orsender rubbed his head, further tangling the fluffy hair atop it. Maybe the giant skull-head wasn't a hallucination? That seemed really unlikely, but... well, at any rate he should probably help out that girl screaming about having weeds for eyes.

Orsender got a leg under him and stood to his full height. He was struck with momentary vertigo. Why the hell was he so tall? He looked down at his body and found it completely and totally different from the one he was used to. A puff of air escaped him, surprised. Reborn, that thing had said, if he remembered right. Did he... was he really...?!

"Here," Orsender said, he couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled up at the sound of his new, deeper voice. He grasped the small brunette's head, his hand nearly large enough to engulf the whole thing, and brushed the the plants out of her face as gingerly as possible before stepping away. He looked down at his hands and arms, took a few more steps with his long legs and just... walked around with a stupid, toothy grin on his face. Very toothy, as his mouth sported some fangs. He didn't mind that his skin was some kind of non-human color. He raised his arms high into the sky and stretched. Reborn indeed!