After two wonderful years, we have made the difficult decision to close Mount Prospect. We feel the plot has come to a natural conclusion. Although it wasn't the ending we thought might befall the little town of Braddock, good cannot prevail all the time--and it's certainly been an interesting fall. To members new and old, we thank you from the bottom of our hearts for all that you've done and contributed throughout the years. You made admining this group a truly amazing experience, and it's not one we will be forgetting any time soon. As of April 12th, 2017, there will be no more access to the main blog. If you were directed here from a read more link, add /mobile to the end of the URL in your browser to view the post. If you have any questions, comments, concerns, or simply want to say hello, feel free to send them to our writing blogs linked in the OOC blog. Once again, thank you all for everything you've done. We hope your experience here was enjoyable and memorable, and we wish you the best in all future endeavors! With love,Mount Prospect Admins Zoey, Kenzie, & Jo
At a glance, Edgewood is an ordinary midwestern town nestled among the dense forests and towering bluffs of western Wisconsin. Century-old buildings house the downtown businesses, aging retirees fuel the local gossip mill like there’s no tomorrow, and everyone seems to know everyone. But beneath the rustic charm, Edgewood’s greatest secret runs far deeper than any torrid love affair…
Edgewood is a supernatural roleplay inspired by Charmed, Maggie Stiefvater’s ‘The Raven Cycle’, Kelley Armstrong’s ‘Women of the Other World’ series, D&D, and so much more.
A stolen compass. A priceless camera. An untimely death.
Sybil Halloway, a woman of many talents who was loved and respected by many, was found dead during her annual fundraiser and party. Despite having fallen twenty stories, her death was ruled accidental. Accidental is a word which here means there were no signs of a struggle and no signs that she jumped on her own accord. The death of Sybil Halloway appears to be nothing but an open and shut case of a woman who perhaps had a little too much to drink at her own party.
Now, having told you this, I want to let you know that you should immediately continue to scroll down the dashboard of this infernal hellsite and stop looking at this post. This is not a roleplaying game that you would want to join for there is nothing waiting for you but despair and misfortune. Do not let the mystery of Sybil Halloway’s very fatal defenestration or the curious case of a missing compass and camera attract you to the horrors that lie within this city. This is your final warning to leave this place and spare yourself the misery and horror that is about to unfold. Please turn away from this series of unfortunate events.
An Unfortunate Event is a murder, mystery, and crime roleplay based on A Series of Unfortunate Events with a few new twists and additions and a whole new cast of characters. We encourage diversity and accept canon and original characters.
At a glance, Edgewood is an ordinary midwestern town nestled among the dense forests and towering bluffs of western Wisconsin. Century-old buildings house the downtown businesses, aging retirees fuel the local gossip mill like there’s no tomorrow, and everyone seems to know everyone. But beneath the rustic charm, Edgewood’s greatest secret runs far deeper than any torrid love affair:
Edgewood was founded over 300 years ago as a sanctuary for the supernatural community.
Under leadership of the Founders Council, governed by the voices of their citizens and protected by powerful magic, Edgewood weathered every literal and metaphorical storm that came its way. Through territory expansions and faction wars, supernaturals from all walks of life could always count on finding safe haven in Edgewood. What the Founders never counted on, however, was paying such a steep price for their town’s protection…
Returning 2019.
Edgewood is a supernatural roleplay inspired by Charmed, Maggie Stiefvater’s ‘The Raven Cycle’, Kelley Armstrong’s ‘Women of the Other World’series, and so much more.
A stolen compass. A priceless camera. An untimely death.
Sybil Halloway, a woman of many talents who was loved and respected by many, was found dead during her annual fundraiser and party. Despite having fallen twenty stories, her death was ruled accidental. Accidental is a word which here means there were no signs of a struggle and no signs that she jumped on her own accord. The death of Sybil Halloway appears to be nothing but an open and shut case of a woman who perhaps had a little too much to drink at her own party.
Now, having told you this, I want to let you know that you should immediately continue to scroll down the dashboard of this infernal hellsite and stop looking at this post. This is not a roleplaying game that you would want to join for there is nothing waiting for you but despair and misfortune. Do not let the mystery of Sybil Halloway’s very fatal defenestration or the curious case of a missing compass and camera attract you to the horrors that lie within this city. This is your final warning to leave this place and spare yourself the misery and horror that is about to unfold. Please turn away from this series of unfortunate events.
An Unfortunate Event is a new roleplay based on A Series of Unfortunate Events with a few new twists and additions.
The co-admins and I (Zoey) have made a difficult decision these past weeks and have decided that it is time to close Mount Prospect. We believe that the plot has come to a natural conclusion and that it is best to close rather than drag out the end. It wasn't the ending we thought might befall the town of Braddock when we first started, but good cannot prevail all the time-- and it's certainly been an interesting fall. It has been a wonderful two years roleplaying with you all. This is the first roleplay group that I have ever created, and I call it a success: not just because it’s been open for two years, but because you, the members (and past members), have kept this place alive.
It has been a pleasure to read your writing and see your characters develop. And coming on to the OOC blog has been fun as we got to know each and every one of you personally. It’s been a long journey for all of us in real life, as well as our fictional characters in a little town in Massachusetts. Thank you so much for participating in this group. We will never forget you and this experience and we hope that you will not forget us either.
I personally want to thank Jo and Kenzie in this message for being spectacular admins. Honestly, they are the best admins anyone could ever ask for. They are helpful, creative, funny, and overall, terrific. The two of them have made it easier to run this group and Mount Prospect wouldn’t have lasted as long without them. I have had a wonderful time creating and developing this vibrant world I built three years ago, and they’ve brought so much life to the plots and characters. I am very thankful that I met them when I did, and that they’ve stuck with me through so much.
Before we close our doors, we’d like to make a few announcements. Please do not take our lore for your own, or use it in other rps, indie rps, 1x1s, or any other place. Please do not take our canon characters to other roleplays or indie rps, either. If you have created your own original character, you are welcome to take your character wherever you wish. If you are currently an active member of the rp, you are welcome to continue your threads and playing your characters at any points backdated from the destruction of Braddock. Many of you have had these roles for months now and we understand if you still feel an attachment to them. The destruction of Braddock is a fixed point in canon, but you are welcome to flesh out and continue stories from before this happened.
Lastly, the main will officially close April 12th and there will no longer be access to the blog. If you have an questions, concerns, or simply want to say hello after that date, please send them to the admins’ writing blogs, which we will give links to in the OOC. We thank you all again, and wish you nothing but the best on everything you do.
If I’d never been to this town before, I’d think it had been abandoned decades ago. The streets are all torn up, covered in large chunks of rubble from the old brick buildings that used to line the downtown streets. There’s shattered glass everywhere, and dirt, and what looks like ash. Bits of the ash are being picked up by the wind and blown around like black snow. They float down slowly, only to move through the air again as the wind whistles through the dilapidated buildings. God-- what happened here?
The buildings are only skeletons now. The structures are the bare bones of a once vibrant town, known for its nightlife, festivals, and rich history. In recent years, the town had begun to pick up a new reputation, as a center of mystery. Reports said that people went missing almost daily. Some turned up dead, but many were never found. Jeremy Akerman, Holden Fortier, Ophelia Eisner, Eric Wolfe...those are only some names. As Diane Freeman steps out of her car to face the ruined city, it seems that many more names are to be added to the list of the lost.
Standing with her fellow CDC agents, she stares up in wonder as to what could have done this. Only a month ago she’d been here, packing her things after it was proven that the so called “Braddock Plague” had died off. This was supposed to be a simple follow up investigation, before she could officially close the file and end the last procedural vestiges of quarantine. And now, there is nothing. She calls out, unsure of to whom. She can’t even think of who could have survived this. Was this a fire? she asks herself. No, it looks like something crushed this building.
Diane and her employees spread out as they search the ghost town, careful not to stray too far from the cars. She enters a store whose own broken sign had been thrown through the window. Herculean Sports. The clothes are dirty and torn to shreds. The merchandise from the case in the front of the store is mostly gone. Some pieces of glass are lodged in the walls and other pieces are on the floor. As she moves through the ruined store, carefully keeping one foot in front of the other, she notices the marks of water damage on the floor and ceiling. Water damage? She inspects the walls, and the holes in the floor for burst pipes. With every building she investigates, she notices the same water damage. It isn’t easy; some buildings aren’t even intact. There is only a pile of materials that once made up a proud building-- it had been the courthouse, if she remembered correctly. Now, there are only ruins.
Diane moves back out to the main road and her agents reconvene. “Anything to report? Anyone alive?” she asks. She furrows her eyebrows. This time, it looks like more than just an infection hit this town.
“Nothing, ma’am,” one agent replies. The others simply shake their heads.
Diane pulls out her phone to call the police department. She lets out a sigh of frustration when the busy tone blares through her speaker. When she calls Mayor Parrish’s office, it’s the same sound. Finally, she punches in the number for Madeline Fortier, director of a security agency in town that had had a peculiar interest in the CDC’s presence during the infection. The beeping begins again and “this phone has been disconnected...” echoes at Diane. She shoves her phone in her pocket, unable to hide her exasperation. The only authorities in this town weren’t ignoring her calls: it seemed all phone lines were completely disconnected.
“Mason go with Varun, Johnson, you’re with Moore. Ball, come with me,” Diane instructs. “Split everyone up. Take the cars and check each district of the town. Look for any survivors or messages about what the hell happened. Call me immediately if you find anyone or anything.”
But they never do.
Diane returns with more people--more CDC agents, government officials, local firemen, and police officers-- but none of them find any trace of life. They search every corner of the town, even excavating the homes and buildings that had collapsed. No footsteps, no notes, no survivors, no kind of clue to tell people where the townsfolk went. There isn’t even a body to be found.
The citizens of Braddock cry out as a dark cloud fills the sky, blocking out what light was left through the smoke. It reaches down, touching the buildings, seeping through the walls. The Lady of the Lake shrieks her commands to the water to fill the homes, stores, and restaurants. The Sandman glides through town, blanketing street after street in nightmarish visions, the only sound his fearlings and darkspawn snarling at his feet. The Pale Man roars in search for his next prey and wastes no time still feeding on his last. Lightning erupts from the sky.
The last of the Night Slayers and the lone hunters, the Night Howlers and all the werewolf packs, the covens, and the vampire nests-- They stand tall and they stand together as they take on the Four Horsemen. As they make their final stand, a sickeningly sweet song echoes from the Pied Piper’s pipe. Slowly but surely, the Darkness engulfs Braddock.
Eventually, Braddock is stored in a cold-case file and shelved away. It becomes an urban legend; another myth, like the Roanoke colony and a small town in Washington called Eastpointe. The town is never rebuilt. Not even a plaque is erected, and dedicated to the lives that were likely somehow lost. The only visitors are paranormal investigators and thrill seekers.
When the wind blows, they say you can hear the screams and cries of the citizens who used to fill the streets. The mountain beside the town stands tall, but a crack runs down the side, cutting through the vaguely human-shaped holes. Braddock, Massachusetts becomes another ghost story to tell children at night.
A wisp of black smoke drifts through the air. The town is empty. Almost empty. All that is left are the broken down buildings and a shadow that travels through the town. The shadow and its four followers step out of the town limits for the first time in decades. The breach is sealed, but the Darkness no longer needs to hide. It has the power of thousands of souls to open more breaches wherever it wants. Why leave to go home when there is a whole new world here to corrupt? A perfect world for the taking.
Everyone knows that the Darkness has puppets it controls to do its dirty work. Oliver, Dylan, Sauriel, Arlo, and Lachlan were its carriers of the plague. Isabella Daley has wreaked havoc on the town through curses and spells. Numerous unidentified followers have drugged the town, cursed it, slaughtered countless innocent civilians, and more vicious and unforgivable deeds. And now, the Darkness’s most formidable allies have reemerged.
The Pied Piper, the Lady of the Lake, the Pale Man, and the Sandman are the Darkness’s loyal servants. Some would go as far to say they are its Four Horsemen. These dangerous and horrible monsters have been set free.
The Pied Piper was freed from his prison when the plague killed the wildlife and weakened the magic that kept him as a tree. The Lady of the Lake has gained enough power to break the Naiads’ protection spells and come on land. The Sandman was released from the dream realm when Carly Simmons was awakened. The Pale Man escaped from his lair when someone left a door open from his dimension to ours.
The Four Horsemen are starting the Darkness’s final attack on Braddock. The rifts from the Breach were never sealed and the Darkness can summon even more beasts from another world. The citizens of Braddock have the opportunity to make one final stand. The Four Horsemen will each be attacking the different districts of town.
The Pied Piper will attack on the Outskirts of town. He will target your children and use trees and other mutated, woodland beasts.
The Lady of the Lake will finally leave Lake Nauset and head for the lake she had never touched before, the smaller lake in Bristol Park. She will lead an assault on Uptown Braddock. Don’t forget that she can drown people from the inside.
The Sandman will target Downtown Braddock, preying on the locations that used to enhance the vibrant night life of town. The Sandman will unleash powers the world has never seen before. He will drive you made with nightmares and hallucinations and he is backed by his Darkspawn and Fearlings.
The Pale Man will take on the oldest part of town, the Historic District. The age old demon has never set foot in this town until now. His rage will make him unstoppable and he will attack without mercy.
This final battle starts now. Good luck, citizens of Braddock. You’ll need it.
Please read under the cut for important OOC additional information.
--Mount Prospect Staff
Please tag your starters as #mtprospect:event starting now until April 7th. You are allowed to maim and even kill your characters. Should you kill off your character, please let the admins know as it still counts as a major plot development.
We would also like to announce that this is the final plot drop of the rp. More information will come later this week. We’d love it if you are able to be a part of this final event as it is crucial for the plot.
From the day Arjun was born, he was pushed towards the sciences and he fell in love with biology in particular, but this wasn’t the first time Arjun found himself enamored with the inner-workings of the body. Now on his twenty-seventh incarnation, Arjun’s experiments are drawing him down a darker path than any of his previous lives ever had. The Darkness has a firm hold on this would-be warrior of light. Will this life be his last?
Interested in Arjun? Read the full biography here.
Congratulations, Tiffany! You have been accepted as your desired character, Juliet Hawthorne. Please be sure to complete the steps listed on the Checklist and send in your account within the next 24 hours.
The legends have resurfaced. Do you believe the stories?
OOC
Your Name: Tiffany
Your Age: 23
Your Pronouns: She, her
Time zone: EST
Activity Level (Please give a number from 1-10 and an explanation): 7-8. I am in online schooling so I’m on my computer a lot. When I take breaks I will be active and even when I’m done doing assignments I’ll check my profile and be on at least once every couple of hours, usually more.
Tumblr account (for contact purposes): REMOVED
How did you find us?: Tumblr
Triggers: Eating Disorders
IC
Character you’re applying for: Juliet Hawthorne
Why did you choose this character?: What drew me to this character was her backstory as well as her personality traits. She wanted to live so badly that she agreed to something she didn’t even understand. She was brave and strong enough to leave her family behind which is something not many people can do. I like her personality traits because I feel like I could used them well as I write with her. Some traits are straight forward and some aren’t and I like that I can broaden them a bit and help myself understand her on a deeper level.
Secondary character preference: Laura Fisher
A sample in character (3+ paragraphs with a minimum of 500 words in third person):
Juliet watched as her husband and son left the room to talk to the doctor. The moment the door closed, her emotions took hold of her. Juliet didn’t want to die. Just thinking about having to leave her husband and son made her want to fight against her illness even more. She was no longer in control of her own body but she refused to accept it.
“I don’t want to die.” She groaned, tears threatening to stream down her face. “I don’t want to die.” The second time it came in a whisper.
Her ears picked up on the door opening footsteps, slow and soft with each step, as the noise came closer to her. Was her husband and son back already? She swallowed hard, not ready to hear the bad news. Juliet opened her eyes slowly and as she did, they connected with the eyes of a stranger, staring down at her. Her body tensed in shock. She watched as the tall man smiled down at her. He looked to be older than her but his completion was perfect. His brown hair was sleeked back slightly to show his brown eyes that bore into hers.
“Hello there.” He slowly sat down on her bed. He was wearing a suit, a white shirt with no tie. He appeared as if he was about to attend a funeral. “My name is Sebastian. I heard you whispering earlier and I have a proposition for you. I can make sure you do not die. You like the sound of that, yes?” He asked her. Before she could open her mouth to reply, he continued. “I can turn you into a vampire and you will live forever.” Sebastian pulled back his lips to smile and showed off his long fangs. “All you have to do is say yes.” He whispered.
Juliet frowned. A vampire? Those creatures were just a myth, a scary story that people tell their children to make sure they obey the rules. They couldn’t be real, could they? Juliet knew she had to be hallucinating or having a fever dream from the illness that had raided her body. Her lips curled up into a smile and she began laughing. It was definitely a creative and alluring dream, one that she had never thought to have before. The guy just sat by her, his eyebrows raised, while she laughed hysterically. She was definitely dreaming. There could be no other explanation. After her laughter had finally subsided, Juliet shook her head slightly and shut her eyes again, demanding the hallucination to disappear.
When she opened her eyes, the mysterious guy was still sitting in front of her, smiling. Juliet lifted her hand and placed her forefinger and thumb on her pale arm, squeezing it as hard as she could. The pain would surely wake her up. She turned to see the guy, Sebastian, looking at her now with confusion. He wasn’t disappearing. He was real and he was right in front of her. Juliet’s breathing increased until she was panting. How could this be? Surely vampires weren’t real but here this guy was, Sebastian, sitting right in front of her and offering her eternal life. Juliet was shocked and confused. How did Sebastian even find her? Why did he pick her, of all the people dying in this hospital? Was she special?
Before Juliet could think it through clearly her answer came out of her mouth with haste. “Yes.”
What headcanons or plans do you have for this character? (Please take any current plotdrops into consideration): If someone decides to pick up the Sebastian character, I’d love to see how well they interact and how others see their relationship. I’d also like for her to make friends that are outside of her comfort zone. I want to see what makes her tick, what makes her curious and why she trusts Sebastian so much.
Any connections?: No thank you!
Anything Else?: Thank you! If there’s anything else you need just let me know! :)
Can a characters' sexuality be changed through roleplaying and development? Like, a straight character meeting someone who completely changes their perspective on their sexuality and makes them question everything they've thought ?
Of the 127 playable canon characters, only 30 of them have set sexualities. Those thirty were chosen with the character in mind, and to ensure that there will be LGB+ representation, regardless of what players choose for the remaining 97 characters. If the sexuality section on the character’s bio says Up to Roleplayer, then their story in that regard is up to you.That being said, for the most part, we will not allow these few set sexualities to be changed.
The one exception to this will be allowing heterosexual characters to discover they’re not as straight as they originally thought. So yes, through roleplaying and development that would be possible. Let us know when the time is “right” and we can edit the biography accordingly.
Congratulations, Sarie! You have been accepted as your desired character, Emily Moon. Please be sure to complete the steps listed on the Checklist and send in your account within the next 24 hours.
The legends have resurfaced. Do you believe the stories?
OOC Information
Your Name: Sarie
Your Age: 23
Your Pronouns: She/Her
Time zone: EST
Activity Level (Please give a number from 1-10 and an explanation): 7 Have a full time job, but my boss lets me do what I want on my tons of down time. Nights are harder for me, but do-able.
Tumblr account (for contact purposes): REMOVED
How did you find us?: I took a hiatus from roleplaying, and tumblr suggested you when I was looking at various options!
Triggers: Rape
IC:
Character you’re applying for: Emily Moon
Why did you choose this character?: As someone who has PTSD, I was immediately drawn to the ways she might move around this world that’s going to demand so much from her. I’m excited about all the ways she’s going to grow, and how she can find strength she didn’t realize she had. The relationship with her brother is also something I want to explore. That plus the weight of being an Old Soul and dealing with what the therapist tells you versus what your instincts tell you, that’s going to be a very interesting divide. She’s not fragile, despite how she herself feels and experiences. And she has to find her own brand of strength that’s different than what she might be taught to have.
Secondary character preference: Rachel Danvers
A sample in character:
Adults lied. It was one of the first lessons a kid learned when they weren’t cute or precocious anymore. Adult lied hard, like a baseball to the temple or the gut. Never enough to break, but just enough to make a player wish they could walk off the field and never look back. And it was easier then, to be a kid and to have those lies thrown at you day in and day out. That was when you were a team, when the weight of it could be spread equally with rolling eyes and chipped pink nail polish hands raised in unison. The taste of sugary bubble gum was almost enough to blot out the acidic future.
Emily had stopped being a pig tailed team member at the age of 13. One year was all she had to be normal. Not normal. Her therapist wouldn’t like her using that word. “It’s one of the little ways we tear ourselves down”, she’d say, leaning forward in her chair as if to impart some secret pearl of wisdom. “And we’re trying to build you up.”
Again: Adults. Lying.
Emily Moon, the 25 year old stuck in eclipse. It was almost poetic in a basement open mic kind of way. Which was to say, depressing as fuck. Maybe that could be her new identity. Emily Eclipse, the poet of her generation, dealing out treatises and poetics like an Aristotle wet dream.
And speaking of masturbatory philosophers, her teacher looked like he was revving up to ask a question. She resisted the urge to let out the building sigh. Professor Montgomery, an old staff member on tenure, was full on his own epistemology like Gettier was begging for change on the street. But then again, Professor Montgomery always did have a habit of ignoring what he didn’t want to see or acknowledge.
The back of her chair hit the wall as she scooted out to make room. The perfect place to sit- no one could be behind her. Not that she didn’t occasionally check. It wasn’t that she was paranoid. It was just…sometimes she thought about the things that could go through walls. That the trio had talked about. How could she not? When you’re kidnapped, some things stick hard. It wasn’t real, of course. Oodles and ounces of therapy later, and Emily could admit that much.
Fuck, why was her hand hurting so much?
Emily let go of her pencil, flexing her fingers under the table. The urge to crack was strong, but the noise? Not worth it. “That sounded like it hurt”, someone would say, and then more people would look and like some kind of diabolical snowball down Hell mountain, everyone would turn to look at her, the girl with the weird hands and—
“I like your drawing.”
The voice pierced the thoughts and Emily darted a glance at whoever was speaking, ducking her head under the weight of unexpected attention. A girl was sitting next to her, definitely one in her class. Britt, that was her name. They hadn’t talked once, but Emily remembered from their first roll call. Bubbly Britt, the way she had perked up in her seat for everyone to take notice.
Befuddled Britt was a more accurate nickname at the moment, as she saw the confused look on Emily’s face in lieu of answer.
“The drawing…in your notes?”
A whisper fluttered through her mind, indistinguishable from thought. The butterfly crushed by the time traveler, its echoed flight was breezing through behind her eyes. Blinking, she sat stupefied for a moment.
Then, the horror movie blonde going to the basement, she looked down.
Eyes looked back. Not real eyes, god she could have at least handled that better. That was an obvious psychotic break. She would have known how to deal with that one.
“You know what’s real and what’s not, and if you doubt yourself, just pretend like it’s an imaginary friend.”
Bubble gum lies.
The picture was real, and it was why her stupid hand was cramping up. The eyes were the Number 2 grey of the pencil, so no hints there. Not that there needed to be. Those were the peepers she saw in her goddamn nightmares. Someone unknown, someone she knew, but didn’t. The affection she felt for the eyes was more startling than the fact that she was seeing them in the first place.
The room was small. It was too small.
My stupid fucking body. Not here. Not here.
It was college, no need to raise her hand. A bathroom trip. Ride it out. Forget the education sanitarium style lighting, forget the reminder. No, couldn’t forget. Outside? Maybe. Lots of people. Emily felt herself standing.
Just get out. All that matters is. Get out.
Throat closing up.
“Are you ok?”
A hand reaching out, who’s hand? Too close. Too small. Too much. A slapping sound. The room was silent, the teacher’s droning gone.
Befuddled, Bubbly Britt held her hand to her chest. A moment of clarity as a bubble popped.
“I’m…I’m sorry. I didn’t—“
“I know.” Britt said. “We know. Do you need me to walk you out?”
“Sorry. Fine. I’ll be fine. Sorry. Sorry”
And then she couldn’t anymore. Stumbling out down the steps into the hall. Bathroom lights off. Thank god. She came down clutching the sink, running the water just for the sound. Staring into the mirror, horror movie trope parts two, six, and nine.
“You’re ok. It’s fight or flight response. You’re ok.”
The therapist had been right about something. Anything could be true if Emily repeated it for long enough.
Little Emily Moon was an adult now.
What headcanons or plans do you have for this character? (Please take any current plotdrops into consideration): Emily has a little stress ball her parents gave her, that’s in the shape of a little pink star. She calls it Patrick. The Breach put Emily on edge. A girl can only remain sheltered for so long. Something feels wrong- well, wronger than usual. I’d love for the big doubts to start creeping in about what she knows to be true, and to start hunting, albeit tentatively for some answers. The larger plan I want to explore with Emily is how she will react to being awakened, and having that responsibility and power. How will that change her? She’s stronger than she looks, but there’s no guarantee that it will take her in a good direction.
Do you want any additional connections for your desired character that you’d like us to add to their bio? (ex. a local police officer, shop owner, doctor, etc.): Would love to have a therapist for Emily, but if that’s an NPC I can develop it down the line :)
Congratulations, Amy #2! You have been accepted as your desired character, Mica Summers. Please be sure to complete the steps listed on the Checklist and send in your account within the next 24 hours.
The legends have resurfaced. Do you believe the stories?
Your Name: Amy
Your Age: 25
Your Pronouns: she/her
Time zone: GMT-6
Activity Level (Please give a number from 1-10 and an explanation): Eight. I’m on five days a week for about 8 hours at a time, normally. Weekends are hard for me to get on as they’re busy, but not impossible.
Tumblr account (for contact purposes): REMOVED
(If applying for second character) Characters played:N/A
(If applying for second character) Will you be able to handle a second character?:N/A
How did you find us?: Through tags
Triggers: N/A
Character you’re applying for: Mica Summers
Why did you choose this character?: The fact that she is blind caught my eye and the fact she can rea auras sold it. Think that is really unique idea and fell in love with it. I read other characters and my mind kept going back to Mica.
Secondary character preference: Emily Moon
A sample in character (3+ paragraphs with a minimum of 500 words in third person [Yes, we check the length]): A couple of weeks after seeing her primary doctor, they finally found and got in to see a specialist. A few tests had been done and now all there was to do was to wait patiently for answers and hopefully good news. A top of the examination table, Mica swung her feet as she sat idly waiting for the doctor to come into the room with the prognosis. Her adoptive parents whispered quietly to one another, unaware that she could hear them. During the time span it took to find a specialist, her sight had grown worse, but her other senses were beginning to heighten. The conversation they were having was nothing serious, almost not worth listening to, but her mother’s tone was laced with concern despite the lightheartedness of the topic being discussed. That was just unsettling and made her think that her worse fear could become a reality, losing her sight.
A soft knock on the door caused the room to fall silent. Mica turned her head ever so slightly so she could hear who entered the room better. The doctor greeted everyone in the room with a forced cheery tone. A hand, that meant to be comforting, was placed on her shoulder and squeezed lightly. Mica looked up and could sort of see the outline of the doctor before he sat down. There was a heaviness he brought into the room and she was on edge to hear his diagnosis. She was on edge of her seat, leaning in and waiting patiently for the answer. The specialist cleared his throat before sharing what he had found.
“We don’t know what caused this. I’ve done many tests and they’re inconclusive. Unfortunately, it has progressed so far that the damage done is irreparable.” A long pause followed the statement. Mica shifted in her seat, not understanding what was transpiring. “I’m afraid what little sight she has left will be soon gone as well, rendering her completely blind.” A tear escaped and slid down her cheek as the news was sinking in and making sense. Her eyes squeezed shut in disbelief.
“M-mom.” Mica’s voice was small and she was starting to tremble. Her world just changed forever and it felt like she had been cursed. She was never going to be able to take in the vibrant colors of the world in again. Instead she was going to be in complete darkness. “Mommy.” she sobbed the crying growing heavier with time. The realization of how this was going to affect her day to day life sinking in. A soothing familiar voice came, telling her not to worry and that everything would be alright. It was her mother and she could feel her warm embrace as she was pulled in to her mother’s lap. Mica clung to her mother’s chest as the doctor excused himself to give the family a moment to take this all in. “I don’t want to not be able to see the world.” she cried as her mother started to rock her and try to calm her down.
What headcanons or plans do you have for this character? (Please take any current plotdrops into consideration): Really wanting to explore her learning about Old Souls and coming to terms with what is happening in the town. Also coming to terms with her sister’s death and the loneliness that she feels would be good to flesh out. There are many possibilities, but I also want to get immersed a bit in the story.
Do you want any additional connections for your desired character that you’d like us to add to their bio? (ex. a local police officer, shop owner, doctor, etc.): Nope
Anything else?: This will be my first RP on Tumblr, if accepted.
Congratulations, Amy! You have been accepted as your desired character, Jasper Ashworth. Please be sure to complete the steps listed on the Checklist and send in your account within the next 24 hours.
The legends have resurfaced. Do you believe the stories?
OOC Information
Your Name: Amy Savage
Your Age: 21
Your Pronouns: She/her
Time zone: Pacific
Activity Level (Please give a number from 1-10 and an explanation): Honestly, most likely only a couple times of week. I freaking miss writing like the beejus but I’m taking a little bit of a risk of applying because I know I’m already short on time with working full time and being a student and trying to navigate my way around a city that’s bigger then my hometown but I miss writing like nothing else and honestly pouring myself into writing and characters have always made me feel better, and right now I have a lot that I need to sort and the only way I’ve ever really been capable of that was with a pen so if I’m being honest I’d say a 5/6
Tumblr account (for contact purposes): REMOVED
How did you find us?: I found your guys rp because after an rp ended and it was appropriate, an account of a person who had been in the group changed into an account in your group.
Triggers: Schizophrenia
Canon Character Application
Character you’re applying for: Jasper Ashworth
Why did you choose this character?: As soon as I read his bio, I connected with the character and heard his muse in my head. When I’m choosing a character to write, I choose one that I can hear reacting to things in my head.
Secondary character preference: Aubrey Garza
A sample in character (3+ paragraphs with a minimum of 500 words in third person [Yes, we check the length]):
The survivors turned into monsters.
As Jasper arrived on the scene, breath ragged from running, paws thudding again’st concrete as he tried with all his might to run faster, to push his lungs harder, to get there, to get there, to get there. His mind refusing it be true, the thoughts running rampant in his head that this couldn’t be reality, Jasper had been trying for months, been talking in circles, a thousand and one conversations with his friends to close the distance that had been separating the town. Jasper had argued for peace till his bones became weary, his voice hoarse, and his mind tangled but still he persevered on. For everyone was just trying to make it in this world, he understood the fright for fearing that the humans might become predators to the more powerful supernatural force, but if they could just understand that it was possible to live in an harmonious way, for security and safety to be placed in the town. For werewolves who had their first change, an enclosed space where they could go through the change without causing destruction, for vampires who could foster a relationship with the hospital to receive donations of blood and subsistence, it wasn’t impossible for things to be how they once were because Jasper remembers, he knows of a time in which the divide was not created.
Jasper had a kind heart, he believed that people in this world were good and when people struggled, it wasn’t coming out of a place of cruelty or wishing harm, it was simply fear but this, he couldn’t understand this. He saw the flames lick towards the sky from a million miles away and he knew, he knew that the worst had swallowed this world whole and his vertebrates rolled in his back as his bones shifted, skin turning into fur and an howl aching out of his chest as he put all his strength into getting to his family home, his family home which was currently in the process of burning down. His home in which he played as a pup, laughter ringing out of his lips, tumbling with his pack and where many family dinners and meetings were held, where he learned to cook in the kitchen from his warm mother and her sisters, wooden spoon held over the pasta sauce boiling on the stove and now, now blood stains splattered the walls which were once his safe childhood home. When he arrived home, the war was still brewing, the fight still going on as everything burned around them.
Teeth bared, he advances snarling and growling towards the battleground. If this is the way the world is going, war and bloodshed, he’ll leave his old morals at the door if it means protecting his pack. The hunters are armed with silver stakes in hand, and Jasper refuses to look at the still bodies of the werewolves that are lying still in their wolf form on the ground. He can’t know, he can’t know which one of his loved ones it was when he has to be strong, when he has to rip the hunters throat out for when something as good as Jasper’s heart is gets twisted, it becomes pure beast. Paws leaving the earth, he leaps into the bloody fight, teeth dragging into skin and all he saw was red.
Hours later, and his form stands alone. His pack was gone, his home was gone and the town that he trusted, who hired hunters to massacre his pack were gone. His once moral compass was gone but he took a vow that evening to never be that soft again, if he might have been different, his pack might still be here and he vowed to remove those who stood against him, humanity be damned, he didn’t care how they would they be rid of off this earth, either way as long as he remained, he’d fight to end them.
What potential plans or headacanons do you have for this character?
I want war. I’m so excited about the idea of war between the two packs, of writing battle scenes and I am not afraid to sacrifice my character for a plotline because I freaking love plot which honestly is why I’m so attracted to your rpg.
Do you want any additional connections for your desired character that you’d like us to add to their bio? (ex. a local police officer, shop owner, doctor, etc.): I’d be interested in a secret survivor from Jasper’s pack, someone who survived the massacre that maybe Jasper was unaware of and might either spark his vulnerability, have information on the events of the killings that he isn’t aware of, or have another perspective on humans that is kinder and sparks a struggle of morality for Jasper and shakes his ground a little bit. I’m open for any connections in all honesty!
Congratulations, Hannahbanana! You have been accepted as your desired character, Riza Sarai. Please be sure to complete the steps listed on the Checklist and send in your account within the next 24 hours.
The legends have resurfaced. Do you believe the stories?
OOC Information
Your Name: Hannah
Your Age: 26
Your Pronouns: She/Her
Time zone: GMT + 8
Activity Level (Please give a number from 1-10 and an explanation): I’d say 6, I try to get online nightly, more on weekends.
Tumblr account (for contact purposes): REMOVED
(If applying for second character) Characters played: Aaron Harmon
(If applying for second character) Will you be able to handle a second character?: Definitely, I have the ability to balance out multiple characters evenly and develop them well.
How did you find us?: Current member, found you lovely people through Kenzie <3
Triggers: Sexual Assault
IC:
Character you’re applying for: Riza Sarai (FINALLY)
Why did you choose this character?: I was torn between Riza and Aaron when reapplying, and went with Aaron because I felt I connected that slightest bit more. When the revamp was on I was debating picking up a second character, and went back to Riza again and again and I just love that story of hers, and the possibilities and things that could be done with her.
Secondary character preference: Calliope Wolfe (she’s forever my bae)
A sample in character (3+ paragraphs with a minimum of 500 words in third person [Yes, we check the length]):
tw: death, guns (I don’t know if there was a specific way that Riza and Skylar would’ve died, so I’m kinda like ‘this is AU’ but I thought it’d be fun to write.)
“They’re coming,”
Varrick’s voice was calm, but his eyes betrayed him, dark orbs wide-eyed with fear as he began to rush towards Riza, fingers interlocking with hers as he began to tug her towards another exit. The program was over, they needed to run now or it would be too late. Free hand fearfully clutching her stomach, Riza summoned up a quick bargain with whatever powers that be to protect her and her child, to protect her little family. She couldn’t lose them, not now. Varrick lead her through a rabbit warren of corridors, the man barely noticing what route he took, having known the passages like the back of his hand. As he led her, Riza’s thoughts drifted to Skylar, left behind.
Goodbye, friend.
Another left, a right, and soon Riza’s head was spinning as she wondered how much longer it would take before they were free. Her question answered before she could even open her mouth to ask it, Varrick pushed open one only to falter as the door revealed the soldiers on the other side. His fingers gripped hers a little tighter as he tried to slowly tug her a little more behind him, and Riza tensed when she noticed Skylar and the other subjects behind the soldiers, already tied to posts. The next thing she was aware of was the soldiers moving forward, grabbing her and pulling her from Varrick, the only words she could make out from his lips being ‘I’m sorry,’
From then on, it felt like time was moving in slow motion as she was lead towards a post, a ringing in her ears blocking out the noise around her, the yells becoming muffled and distorted. She didn’t stop fighting against her captors, fighting against them in a last, desperate attempt to save her life and that of Varrick’s, for the sake of their unborn child. That was her purpose, to protect your child no matter what, wasn’t it? It was to be of no use she realised, as she found herself strapped up.
To their credit, they didn’t drag it out, the last thing she saw was Varrick’s eyes on hers as the gun was placed to the back of her head and then suddenly everything went dark. The afterlife was eerie, hovering in a world that didn’t feel right, alone and frightened she cowered in the corner and tried to keep calm. Was this it now? Was this what she was to do for the rest of her afterlife? To make the best of a barren, lonely world, and that was it. She’d always believed in life after death, but now, staring at nothingness she wasn’t so sure. It felt like an absurd dream, a nightmare that she couldn’t awake from, and she spent those hours wondering whether she’d even died in the first place.
When she did wake, she felt that brief moment of panic as she felt bodies pressed against her, dirt in her mouth as she shifted and wriggled her way free. By the time she reached the top, her fingers were bloody and her body tired, eyes red raw and coughing up dirt as she dragged herself from the hole she had created when she emerged from the earth. She looked around bewildered, confused as to what had happened. She had been dead she knew it, she’d felt the cold metal barrel of the gun pressed to her head, the sharp pain as the bullet penetrated her skull.
She heard a noise from her side, when she noticed Skylar. She didn’t say anything for a long time, merely staring at her coworker, her friend, breathing irregular as she tried to piece together why they were alive and the others seemingly were not. Finally, she stood up, dragging her body over to Skylar where she simply held out a hand.
They needed to figure out what was going on.
What potential plans or headcanons do you have for this character?:
HC: She doesn’t visit her descendants, but keeps tabs on them to see that they’re okay and they’re happy and safe and well, and tries to help them out if she sees they’re not doing too good.
HC: She’s a fierce feminist, always pushing for equality and empowerment in women. She is living proof that women can do great things, and she wants everyone believing in themselves.
HC: Almost everyone she meets she gets a little attached to, even Skylar deep down, and she always looks to see if they’re okay, eating enough. She cares about everything, and isn’t happy unless she’s looking after someone.
As for plans, nothing concrete yet I will be messaging players to work things out and then go from there. I would like her to confront some of the fallout from creating the philosopher’s stone, and what they had to do to achieve that. Whilst they created what they were supposed to do, it was at the expense of a lot of people that needn’t have died so I really want to play with how that’s affected Riza.
- I feel she would’ve been doing a lot of research after witnessing the deaths at the hospital. With the breach she’ll be using all her knowledge to try and figure ways to permanently close the breach - if you guys are willing she’ll definitely be open to trying to find the people required to help close the breaches etc.
- The other I’ve only been toying with the use of her affinity to communicate / use of necromancy with the other ghosts in town. I haven’t thought too much into it, since I wasn’t sure on the game plan whether the ghosts will be a permanent thing or if the breaches end up closing then the ghosts too disappear again so using her necromancy / sacrificing people to bring back those that have died during the plague is definitely an option I’d be open for her to do to, to torture them with the idea of sacrificing a life for another good old playing god and what not. Other then that, my plots are they’re usual nonsense, I hope they are okay but as always I’m open to feedback / suggestions.
Do you want any additional connections for your desired character that you’d like us to add to their bio? (ex. a local police officer, shop owner, doctor, etc.): Nope :)
Anything else?: Thanks for reading!
Unexplainable deaths, suicides, hallucinations, homicides: these are only some of the horrors that began to spread throughout the once great mining town. Weather events turned inexplicably deadly, flea markets caused curses, and an innocent night of camping led everyone to face their worst nightmares. These supernatural occurrences shocked even the supernatural beings in town, and they all led up to the deadliest event Braddock has seen in almost one-hundred and fifty years: THE PLAGUE.
Once a great town, Braddock is now a pariah, cut off from the rest of the world for fear of what it may hold. Inside the walls, citizens have turned from searching for the cure to massacring each other, both out of mercy and fear of the disease spread. At the turn of the New Year, a mysterious group of individuals climbed Mount Prospect. What exactly they did remains unknown, but the results of their actions could be seen from miles around.
A blinding light erupted from Mount Prospect that night, tearing a hole in the sky. After that, smaller rifts began appearing across town, each bringing in creatures not known to this realm, and a new kind of chaos.
Will the legendary Warriors of Light be awakened in time to spare the world from a gory demise? Will there be anything left when the light fades? Only time will tell.
Unexplainable deaths, suicides, hallucinations, homicides: these are only some of the h o r r o r s that began to spread throughout the once great mining town. Weather events turned inexplicably deadly, flea markets caused curses, and an innocent night of camping led everyone to face their worst nightmares. These supernatural occurrences shocked even the supernatural beings in town, and they all led up to the deadliest event Braddock has seen in almost one-hundred and fifty years: THE PLAGUE.
Once a great town, Braddock is now a p a r i a h, cut off from the rest of the world for fear of what it may hold. Inside the walls, citizens have turned from searching for the cure to massacring each other, both out of mercy and fear of the disease spread. At the turn of the New Year, a mysterious group of individuals climbed Mount Prospect. What exactly they did remains unknown, but the results of their actions could be seen from miles around.
A blinding light erupted from Mount Prospect that night, tearing a hole in the sky. After that, smaller rifts began appearing across town, each bringing in creatures not known to this realm, and a new kind of chaos.
Will the legendary Warriors of Light be awakened in time to spare the world from a gory demise? Will there be anything left when the light fades? Only time will tell.
Five people went up to Mount Prospect, but only four returned. What happened on that mountain is known only to those who were there. They know something dark gathered them there that night–the same darkness that puppeteered their lives for months, forcing them to spread the plague around Braddock. Whether it was the Darkness of legend, or something more real and sinister remains a mystery to them. But the blood sacrifice was made, and whatever was in that mountain was able to break free because of it.
Fueled by the souls its claimed over the past century and a half, the Darkness burst from the mountain in a blinding white light that could be seen for miles. When the light faded, something had changed. People felt it in the air. The world was no longer the same as it had been.
High above Braddock, where there was once vast blue and starry skies, a vortex of horror now stares down at the devastated town. The sky has been torn, breached by otherworldly power wielded by an otherworldly being seeking nothing but destruction.
What is perhaps the most troubling question… is what exactly is on the other side of the breach.
– Mount Prospect Staff
The power amassed by the Darkness throughout its year of imprisonment was enough to breach the very fabric of reality. From the breach in the sky, dozens of smaller rifts have begun to appear across town–in the forest, on Main Street, in the lobby of the gym, at the bottom of the lake.
And these rifts aren’t empty.
Creatures the likes of which Braddock has never seen before are coming through, wreaking more chaos upon the still-quarantined town. Inter-dimensional demons, entities of darkness itself, and even a few familiar faces. The very existence of the rifts is causing the lines of reality to blur together as the living and the dead coexist in this shaky reality–for now.
Little by little, the breach in the sky grows bigger, and more creatures are appearing in Braddock. The stage for the final battle is rapidly being set, and the people of Braddock need to be ready to fight… But first, they need to survive.
What’s Happening Now?
The plague is no longer spreading, but Braddock is still under federal quarantine. Those who were sick will find they are recovering. Those that passed their fifteen weeks are deceased, but are still playable as ghosts. The rifts returned them to this plane of existence, but no one knows why yet.
The deceased/playable ghosts of Braddock are:
Aliana St. John
Ethan Valdez
Mercedes Delgado
Spencer Peterson
Vincent Arakawa
Resurrection plots for the deceased may be possible. These will have to be run by the admins.
In addition to smaller, inter-dimensional demonic creatures, other beings straight out of Braddock folklore have been spotted crossing through the rifts as well. What their end game is remains unknown, but I wouldn’t advise taking a dip in the lake any time soon.
The rifts are contained to town now, but if nothing is done to close them or stop the Breach, they will continue to spread outside town. If the rifts are to be closed, it’s going to a lot take teamwork, and even more of magic.
RIFTS can be CLOSED by:
Large amounts of magic being poured into it, overwhelming the hold it has on the dimension and forcing it to close.
WILL REQUIRE: min 1 Awakened Old Soul and min 1-2 level 3+ witches/warlocks OR 1 angel (not fallen)
RIFTS that are NEAR BY or ABOUT TO OPEN can be sensed by:
Psychics (by the energy gathering), werewolves and shapeshifters (by the shift in the air pressure)
Any additional muscle can fight off the creatures coming through the rifts while the magic users work to close it.
