Escape

We are the hunted. By the world, by each other, and most of all, by ourselves. We can never stop running, can never find escape.  Until now.

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Hey everyone! 

A message from the main here. We have some news, and I’m just going to rip the bandage off real quick: we’re going to be closing this roleplay. We love the Ranch, and we love everyone here, but Admin T and I have both been busy with the upcoming holiday season, and we can’t keep up with this roleplay in the way we want to, and the way it deserves. 

Love you all, and hope to see you again!

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fcs you could see as a demon?

Honestly, anyone who you like to play as! I don’t think there’s any sort of set “look” for demons, anymore than there are for werewolves or witches or any of our other species! If you have some in mind that you’d like to run by us though, I can give you my opinion on who I’d like to see.

~Admin K

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mwf from you and your members?

Throwing us the hard questions! I would love to see Zendaya, Aisha Dee, Melissa Benoist, Katie McGrath, Danai Gurira, Sabrina Carpenter, and honestly so many more! Members, go ahead and leave a comment here with whoever you’d like to see as well!

~ Admin K

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i have a quick question, if a witch gets bitten by a werewolf, does she turn into a werewolf? asking for a friend. thanks and i like the looks of this rp!!!

Hey! Great question. She would turn into a werewolf, and would lose all magical powers that do not pertain to being a werewolf.

~Admin K

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Is your group still active?

We are still active, yes! 

~Admin K

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❝T H E  W A R itself had become more p e r i l o u s, for the m o o n no longer held her S W A Y. ❞

Roseville, Massachusetts. A town as picture perfect as it’s postcard… flip it over and you’ll find a secret war that’s been raging for centuries. The supernatural world is at odds and the casualties are at an all time high. Opposing factions are gathering their forces and the final battle is about to begin…

Safe within the hallowed halls of their respective sanctuaries, no one really knows that their turf is being threatened, that a new force is slowly inhabiting the city, and a takeover is nigh. Will you survive the impending doom?

ROSEVILLE; A literate, original, mature & dark themed supernatural RP

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Name: Cyr Martel Age: 1295 Species: Faerie Occupation: Librarian & Accountant Faceclaim: Idris Elba

//Cyr is a solitary oak in a wide open field, offering shelter but expecting a lightning strike//

//He is prey that’s given up on being chased by the hunter, finally stopping to rest even if it means being overtaken//

//He’s a mask removed after countless lifetimes of performing, retiring to a worn armchair to drink scotch and listen to the blues//

DESCRIPTION

He is known to most as Cyr Martel, a dignified man with a deep affection for all human oddities, technologies and arts old and new. Temporarily working as a part-time librarian in town, he also tends to the Ranch finances and offers help with any bookkeeping that’s required. He keeps his quarters in the attic stuffed with books and old vinyl records, and is often found roaming the grounds on his own, lost in thought.

But any faerie who sees his true form, his curled horns and oddly-shaped pupils, might recall another story—that of the Iron Ram, one of the most notorious traitors in their long, long history.

Before the fall of the Courts, there was a Prince who was deeply beloved by his subjects, a golden son full of mischief and light who seemed the perfect embodiment of their nature. His best friend, however, was the ward of his uncle’s family—a low-born faerie with a more serious disposition, but who nonetheless became known as one of the greatest musical talents of his generation. They appeared to others like day and night. There were even rumours that the Prince’s friend was originally from a different Court—though the Prince seemed to trust him implicitly and the two were inseparable.

The night the Prince was found murdered, everything changed. His friend was discovered with the body, and accused of the murder. Later, the Prince’s uncle would confess secretly to the boy that this was a set-up, and that it was part of a bargain the boy’s father had struck many years past. The terms of the deal had been fulfilled, as now the uncle’s path to the throne was cleared.

When the news broke, the boy was hunted by his own people. Fleeing to the human realm was the clear solution, but since his description was well-known, his family was forced to leave as well. They scattered across the globe, took human appearances and tried their best to stay hidden.

The boy took the name Cyr, sometimes changing it to Cyrus, and began to learn as much as he could about the humans. It wasn’t easy—he found himself constantly isolated from the short-lived beings around him, moving from place to place to hide the fact that he didn’t age. He began adjusting his glamour so he could stay in one spot longer, beginning as a child and slowly growing older until he had to fake his own death, travel somewhere new, and do it all over again.

Several centuries passed this way, but eventually he met a human woman, and they fell in love. They had a happy life together where she never knew his true form. But she died quickly (as humans generally do) and in his grief he decided he would stop the farce of living human lifespans, and hasn’t adjusted his glamour since.

Cyr spent most of his time since then on his own, sometimes joining human society for a few years as a teacher, historian, or musician. But he never stays for very long. When he heard of the Ranch, he was drawn to the idea of a place where he could be openly supernatural—the closest he’s been to staying in one spot and being himself was a short-lived stint with a coven of witches back in the 70′s. Though he misses some aspects of pretending to be human, he holds onto the best of his memories by studying their history, and he is extremely nostalgic and fond of them as a result. The threat of discovery by the Faeries has lessened over time, especially with the dissolution of the Courts, but he doesn’t believe it’s completely gone.

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Are you looking for more females or males right now? What about species?

When it comes to males or females, we’re open to either one. Our census tends to even out eventually no matter what, so we don’t worry if the scales are tipped one way or another. 

As for species, we would always love to see more werewolves, but we’d also like to see some more faeries or vampires!

~ Admin T

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Congratulations! The following people have been accepted. We are so happy to have you as part of our little family. Remember to send in your blog in the next 24 hours, and look at our checklist here!

Luna as Cyr Martel

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Hi, I was just wondering how active this place is? Thank you!

Hey there! The activity around here tends to vary, but you can usually find someone to talk to on the dash, and there’s always someone wanting to plot in the OOC. It’s not one of those roleplays where you can’t keep up with what’s happening though.

~ Admin K

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Name: Thomas Johnson Age: 30 Species: Witch Occupation: Entrepreneur  Faceclaim: Jesse Eisenberg

 //Thomas is stars overhead, the overwhelming smallness you feel when looking at the universe//

//Thomas is try, try, trying to do good, he is sacrifice and aching and the want for something more, refusing to settle//

//Thomas is sleepless nights and cold dread on the back of neck, he is the eyes that see what most people overlook//

DESCRIPTION

Thomas grew up in a big family. He had good parents, but there was only so much of them to go around. They were the parents that took in everyone they could, especially those of the supernatural. They were both witches with a wide knowledge of all manner of supernatural creatures and they wanted a place where the children tossed out for it could come and find a home. He never resented them for it, but there were times when he felt...overlooked. It didn’t help that for a good portion of his childhood he seemed to be one of those lacking any power. He couldn’t use magic and didn’t seem to have any special ability.

He was twelve when he discovered what he could do. They had a werewolf child with them, and Thomas found them crying under their bed, shaking in fear. All he knew was that he wanted to take it away from them, he wanted to help. He reached under the bed and took their hand, and suddenly the fear was his. He couldn’t explain, he just knew that he was deathly afraid of everyone in the home, afraid that his own parents were going to hit him when he had no experience to back that up. The other child, on the other hand, had no fear left. They left the bed and integrated into the family.

Once his parents could piece together what had happened, they saw what Thomas’s strange power was. He could take fear from other people and absorb it into himself. Immediately, he was pushed into a new world of testing himself, honing his abilities. The first thing he learned was how to conquer fear. Every fear is different, but most of them can be face in similar manners. They started with his own fears and Thomas learned. His parents never pushed past what they thought he was capable of, but they wanted him to have control over it. He was the one that chose to push on and actually begin taking more fears.

He asked first, of course. Practiced singling out certain fears and pulling out only those, practiced putting them back. While most seniors in high school were getting ready for prom, Thomas learned to face a fear of heights with bungee jumping. It wasn’t an average youth, but he saw more of life than most people did. After graduation, he chose to make something real out of his ability. He began to carefully spread word, and he found that people were willing to pay good money in order to be rid of fears. Some he did for money, some he did for the people. It was a bigger success than he ever expected, but over the years it grew out of control. Nobody wanted to take no for an answer and he was overwhelmed.

The ranch was exactly what he needed. A place to retreat to, rest for a while and recover from the constant business that had him in a state of physical distress. He hopes to still do odd jobs here and there, but have the ranch to retreat to and remain undetected.

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Name: Spencer Quinn Age: 647 Species: Nephilim Occupation: Ranch Hand Faceclaim: Mark McMorris

// Spencer is like a nighttime snowfall, where snow is spiraling down in the darkest void in the sky, a soft hush blanketing the world //

// Spencer is an airport at 3 am, a place where time and reality is altered, where we all live in a lonelier time //

// Spencer is a frozen waterfall sprung from the mountains, blue ice, clinging to the rock face with a strange depravity //

// Spencer is the regret you fell right after you break something in an impulsive rage, the knowledge that you caused the destruction and the fact that you can’t turn back the clock //

DESCRIPTION

tw; child abuse

Spencer was never a loud child. He was quiet, never daring to speak back to his parents, never daring to say a word. When Spencer did speak, his mother, convinced he was lying, would pour holy water down his throat in a vain effort to “cleanse” him. 

His mother was good at first, only doing that when he “lied”, or when he did something “bad”(read: a ‘sin’). Spencer and his parents lived in the bush and out in the wilderness until he started to be able to hide his appearance. Then they would live in a city for a short time, then head back to the woods.  

This process of holy water continued as he grew, only she had taken to stuff his face into various “holy” rivers. Spencer’s father just went up and left, and is presumed to be dead. 

His father, before he left, taught Spencer how to fight, how to protect someone, and how to defend himself. His father also taught him about what was known in the world (which, back then, was not a lot), but it was something.  His father also told him about all the other supernatural people out there, that his father knew of at the time. 

As Spencer grew older, he became more reserved, even though they had started to live in cities. The feeling of isolation never left him. He was very reserved, quiet and somber. 

The straw that broke the camel’s back for his mother was when he got his first girlfriend, who was a baker’s firstborn daughter, a pert, lively girl. Spencer’s mother flew into a rage when she found out, picked up Spencer, moved him across continents to the New World, and tried to drown him in the St, Lawrence river.  When she noticed that her actions were futile, she gave up and left. Spencer has never seen her again.

Now a essentially a free man, Spencer lived in York, then stayed in Quebec, stayed when it became known as Canada, and moved out towards the mountains and prairies where the very first settlers had just started moving in. Spencer’s personality also changed, growing from the child he once was to a more carefree and happier young man. 

The mountains were always in sight wherever he lived. When the country started to develop, Spencer moved back east, to where it was now called Toronto. He stayed there for a time, faked his death (to prevent the humans from catching on to the fact that he wasn’t human), and moved west to Vancouver sometime in the 1960s. 

There he stayed, living in near isolation. Then Spencer moved again this time to central Alberta, where he had a farm for several years, growing crops and having a few hundred head of cattle, selling them off when he grew lonely.

Then he realized he needed companionship, and moved to the ranch.

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