Mourners

mourners is an upcoming, six of crows / grishaverse roleplay set seven years post crooked kingdom, hosted on jcink. est. 2020

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mourners is a six of crows / grishaverse rp comprised of twenty skeletons ( with additions through chapter progression ) which form a gang known as the dregs. set seven years post crooked kingdom, a foreign mercher ventures to ketterdam, preparing to stake a claim upon the barrel.   est. 2020

KETTERDAM  |  APPLICATION  |  SCHEDULE  |  PLOTLINE  |  GUIDELINES  |  MASTERLIST  |  NAVIGATION

3/3/3 / 21+ / jcink premium / semi private.

OPEN ROLES:  jesper fahey, nina zenik, wylan van eck, matthias helvar, the turncoat, the heartrender, the lieutenant, the tailor, the assassin, the fabrikator, the bruiser, the impostor & five wildcards.

CLOSED ROLES:  kaz brekker, inej ghafa & the inferni.

[mournersrp]

Hi! I was just wondering for the applications: for the writing sample, does it have to be relevant to this rp plot specifically of it we have a writing sample of our character from another rp that we're really proud of, can we use that instead?

hello ! while it doesn't have to relate to mourners' plot, specifically, it should be relevant to your character within the correct universe — in this case somewhere within the grishaverse !

[mournersrp]

by clicking here, you will be redirected to the google form in which will act as our application process. you can also find a list of currently taken characters as well as applications as they are received on our application page alongside further information. as per our schedule, we will currently be receiving applications from today, friday, april 28th through sunday, may 7th, but this may be adjusted if the staff feels there are not enough applications for varying canons / skeletons, as we want to ensure there are enough characters to properly push off the site and its plot. finally, if you have any questions, please direct them to our inbox !

[mournersrp]

name.   utp.

age.   25 - 30.

pronouns.   utp.

face.   utp.

YOU  WERE  BURIED  ONCE.  waist  deep  in  a  fresh  grave,  you  learned  to  hold  your  breath  whilst  choking  on  a  mouthful  of  dirt.  to  reach  solid  ground,  you’d  have  to  traverse  the  blackholes  of  ketterdam  and  take  what  you  want  —  the  deal  is  the  deal  until  it  suits  you  otherwise  ( as  the  turncoat  now  knows  ).  a  natural  villain,  you’ve  never  been  concerned  with  washing  the  blood  from  your  hands.  if  you  know  your  next  move,  it’s  never  lonely  at  the  top.  content  in  the  cataclysm  once  reaped  by  your  own  gang,  it  was  a  cutthroat  heist  that  derailed  an  expanse  of  achievements.  head  to  head  with  the  bastard  of  the  barrel,  you  beat  each  other  bloody;  a  brawl  which  should  have  put  one  six  feet  under  but  ended  in  brothers  sporting  deranged  grins.  you  could  have  cut  your  losses  and  ran,  yet  ascended  to  the  crow’s  second  in  command,  a  staggering  sense  of  fealty  causing  you  to  shake  kaz  brekker’s  gloved  hand.

                                                                                   this  skeleton  is  currently  open.

[mournersrp]

name.   utp.

age.   25 - 35.

pronouns.   utp.

face.   utp.

A  STORM  ROLLS  IN,  and  you  are  born.  a  product  of  incautious  interaction,  you  were  raised  within  a  brothel  until  a  harbourmaster  took  you  in.  to  you,  second  nature  is  battling  a  lawless  environment  and  traversing  dilapidated  streets,  where  you’re  prone  to  introducing  yourself  with  a  legendary  bloody  nose.  you’ve  seen  what  happens  to  those  at  the  foot  of  the  food  chain,  and  swore  to  never  fall  to  the  impoverished  wayside.  the  foundations  of  your  anatomy  are  compositions  of  discordant  decisions  and  resilient  realities;  it’s  best  to  be  the  only  one  standing  when  you  enter  the  ring.  swept  up  by  the  sea,  and  spat  out  by  a  tempest,  you  lost  both  your  ship  and  your  provisional  patriarch.  washed  ashore  half - drowned,  the  barrel  dealt  you  an  unlawful  hand.  when  a  crow  hauled  you  through  fifth  harbour  and  tossed  you  inside  the  slat,  you  were  informed  that  your  departed  nurturer  had  amassed  ceaseless  debts.  to  finance  both  a  shipment  and  vessel’s  loss,  you’d  forefeit  your  freedom,  signing  a  contract  leading  to  infinite  costs.

                                                                                   this  skeleton  is  currently  open.

[mournersrp]

name.   utp.

age.   25 - 35.

pronouns.   utp.

face.   utp.

YOU  WERE  LOYAL  TO  A  FAULT.  like  your  father  before  you,  the  stadwatch  forged  a  fallacious  family  of  sordid  individuals.  a  constructed  code  of  fragmented  beliefs,  kerch’s  government  made  it  difficult  to  decipher  right  from  wrong.  disciplined  upon  blurred  lines,  superiors  commanded  you  raise  your  rifle  and  execute  contentious  orders,  consequences  and  penalties  sunk  to  the  pit  of  muddied  canals  alongside  casualties.  but  you  weren’t  a  soldier  on  your  own,  burdens  of  immorality  dispersed  amongst  comrades.  an  expert  blind  eye  turned  towards  double  deals,  you  were  swept  up  in  an  effortless  world  of  unprincipled  transactions,  and  became  the  product  of  blackmail.  dark  alleys  bore  no  law  abiding  citizens,  and  even  guards  can  be  bought  in  the  barrel.  compelled  to  rig  auctions,  conceal  evidence,  and  tip  the  scales  of  war,  you’ve  cast  aside  the  role  of  guardian  angel.  it’s  the  lieutenant  who  placed  a  noose  around  your  neck  and  sent  you  to  the  gallows.  without  them,  you’d  have  never  betrayed  your  brethren.

                                                                                 this  skeleton  is  currently  open.

[mournersrp]

name.   utp.

age.   23 - 33.

pronouns.   utp.

face.   utp.

THE  DEVIL  SMILED,  promising  you  the  world.  terminating  targets  was  never  about  the  money,  even  when  you  were  scrounging  alongside  sewer  rats.  it  started  as  all  proper  parables  do:  with  a  sworn  vow  of  vengeance,  a  vile  villain,  and  a  misguided  hero.  but  unlike  foolish  fables,  the  end  brought  about  no  solid  moral  —  just  a  lesson  in  cruel  actuality.  an  unethical  compass  at  your  helm,  employers  called  for  your  charge  on  all  parts  of  the  true  sea,  and  no  place  enlisted  executioners  like  ketterdam.  you’d  heard  the  rumours  numerous  times,  but  no  one  dared  to  try  for  the  barrel  boss’  head.  just  another  job,  you  plucked  up  the  contract  with  little  thought  of  those  who’d  gone  missing  before  you.  at  the  summit  of  the  slat  your  mark  lay  in  wait,  where  dirtyhands  put  forward  an  alternate  proposal.  long  ago,  their  spider  had  gone  to  sail  the  slaver’s  seas,  and  needing  replaced,  your  kruge  would  be  tripled,  the  original  proprietor  eliminated  in  exchange  for  your  role  within  the  dregs.  once  more,  the  devil  smiled,  promising  you  the  world.

                                                                                   this  skeleton  is  currently  open.

[mournersrp]

hi! since this is a selective app process, can we apply for more than one? (ie: a canon and a skeleton) not to play multiple but to be selected for either or? if not totally understandable!

hey there ! you can definitely apply for more than one character — i would suggest you let us know the order of preference for acceptance between the ones you apply for in the 'anything else?' section of the google form. in addition to this, we may consider accepting more than the five wildcards dependent on applications, so you are welcome to apply for a canon / skeleton as well as original character, in which case you may end up with two !

[mournersrp]

name.   utp.

age.   23 - 33.

pronouns.   utp.

face.   utp.

HELLHOUND  DEVOID  OF  MUZZLE,  you’re  a  nightmare  for  authority.  the  second  army  fought  for  control,  but  you  were  always  a  hair  trigger  upon  the  firing  line.  they  desired  an  obedient  soldier,  and  contended  with  a  snarling  mutt.  orphaned  during  adolescence,  you  spent  your  youth  unbridled  and  unbroken,  deserting  ravka’s  militia  to  become  a  rebel  with  a  cause.  the  self - proclaimed  monarch  of  a  band  of  grisha  outlaws,  you  made  foes  of  fjerdans  and  ravkans  alike,  red  kefta  tossed  aside.  but  you  weren’t  born  ferocious,  and  many  often  aren’t  —  it  took  a  lesson  in  loss  to  oxidize  your  edges.  something  sinister  turned  you  savage,  left  you  decimated,  with  gnashing  fangs  and  a  bloodstained  heart.  restive  is  your  search  for  a  sense  of  serenity,  where  volatile  villainy  seems  to  run  you  rabid,  cut  you  off  at  every  corridor.  forever  a  mere  breath  from  detonation,  you  are  recklessly  ill - defined,  and  now  a  weapon  of  organized  crime.

                                                                               this  skeleton  is  currently  open.

[mournersrp]

name.   utp.

age.   21 - 31.

pronouns.   utp.

face.   utp.

YOU  NO  LONGER  LOOK  INTO  MIRRORS,  shamed  by  the  glimpse  of  your  own  reflection.  every  artist  loathes  their  work,  but  most  canvases  fail  to  leap  from  reanimated  pages.  in  a  vast  society  of  possessed  portraits,  you  could  be  a  demon  or  a  god.  people  are  malleable;  they  are  sculptures  with  consequence.  the  pads  of  your  fingers  can  bend  flesh  at  will,  cauterize  bone,  and  gnaw  at  tendon.  you’ve  whittled  heavy  muscle,  and  left  its  mediums  to  rot  and  ruin.  once  a  tailor  of  the  second  army,  you  were  charged  with  contorting  the  anatomy  of  spies  who  ventured  behind  enemy  lines.  but  when  your  encampment  was  seized,  you  fled  beneath  the  guise  of  drüskelle,  and  left  your  allies  to  perish  at  the  pikes.  now  but  a  shadow  of  the  being  you  were  before,  culpability  strikes  with  each  masquerade  you  craft  for  the  impostor,  features  of  prior  companions  slipping  through  the  cracks  of  their  disguise.  was  it  cowardice  which  led  you  to  a  crew  of  different  calibre,  or  repentance  ?  and  more  importantly:  will  you  forsake  them,  too  ?

                                                                                      this  skeleton  is  currently  open.

[mournersrp]

hello! i am wondering if there are wanted canon characters amongst your group? i'd love to fill a wanted spot!

hello ! our current wanted canon characters ( to the series ) are jesper fahey, wylan van eck, nina zenik and matthias helvar !

[mournersrp]

will this have a first come first served or selective app process?

due to the limited roles and the site being semi private, mourners will have a selective app process in which google forms will be used when we begin accepting applications !

[mournersrp]

name.  saran  kir - taban.

age.  23.

pronouns.   she / her.

face.   meng  ziyi.

A  CROWN  CRUMBLED,  your  lineage  has  burnt  to  ash.  blue  blood  now  runs  red,  your  imperial  ancestry  tainted  by  skeletal  remains  produced  by  a  traitorous  bloodline.  an  empress  of  shu  han,  you  were  groomed  throughout  your  youth  to  be  properly  poised,  the  royal  seat  one  day  yours  to  inherit.  but  both  you  and  your  twin  brother  were  born  tarnished,  and  forced  to  quell  your  abnormal  gifts  of  fire.  a  hazardous  and  uncontrolled  inferni,  the  nation  would  be  smothered  in  secrecy,  all  rumours  of  your  power  swiftly  extinguished.  shadowed  in  a  life  of  cloak  and  dagger,  your  people  stole  glimpses  of  you  through  aging  portraits.  with  your  existence  concealed  before  it  could  billow,  your  uncle’s  ascension  was  infallible.  matriarch  murdered,  her  treasonous  brother  seized  the  throne.  dual  heirs  still  respiring,  you  were  to  flee  or  be  slaughtered.  stalked  across  shu  han,  your  twin’s  matchless  sacrifice  left  the  assassins  to  smoulder.  out  of  the  frying  pan  and  into  the  fire,  you  became  a  stowaway  turned  captive  aboard  a  fjerdan  warship  bound  for  kerch.  if  not  for  the  inferno  you  unleashed  at  fifth  harbour,  you’d  be  another  experiment  involving  jurda  parem.  a  wildfire  of  a  being,  whatever  you  touch  turns  to  cinders.

                                                                                this  skeleton  is  currently  taken.

[mournersrp]

name.   utp.

age.   21  -  30.

pronouns.   utp.

face.   utp.

REARED  BY  THE  ADVERSARY,  you  possessed  no  knowledge  of  your  blessed  blood  until  your  life  was  on  the  line.  a  breadth  from  death,  you  flung  forth  weary  limbs,  and  shot  metal  shrapnel  through  an  opposing  fabrikator’s  heart.  a  battalion  of  grisha  could  have  demolished  you  there,  but  instead  stole  you  away  as  a  prisoner  of  war.  before  your  capture,  you  were  taught  to  define  their  kind  as  abominations;  atrocities  of  this  world.  but  one  of  them,  you  learned  your  adoptive  brood  had  suppressed  much  of  the  truth.  you  were  urged  to  forget  by  those  who’d  subdued  you,  but  set  in  your  ways,  produced  a  confrontation  which  ensued  patricide.  shuffled  from  the  first  army  to  the  second,  you  briefly  witnessed  the  tenebrous  shadow  fold,  where  lack  of  loyalty  led  you  astray.  from  fjerda,  to  ravka,  to  novyi  zem,  to  shu  han  and  then  to  kerch,  you’ve  fabricated  pieces  of  your  existence  on  several  whims.  an  outcast  that  craved  to  blend,  the  barrel  was  a  temptress,  and  tucked  you  in.

                                                                                   this  skeleton  is  currently  open.

[mournersrp]

name.   matthias  helvar.

age.   26  or  27.

pronouns.   utp.

face.   utp.

DEATH  CAN  BE  KIND.  respiring  deeply,  blood  blossomed  from  your  scarred  chest,  vitality  within  the  reaper’s  reach.  you  find  that  there  is  peace  near  the  end,  as  you  shut  heavy  eyes  and  hallucinate  your  homeland.  briefly,  you  traversed  the  vastness  of  an  arctic  tundra,  four - legged  friend  materializing  through  its  gelid  atmosphere.  the  brutish  wolf  neared,  then  dissipated  into  the  boy  you’d  dubbed  demjin.  dead  for  but  a  moment,  the  devil  had  ample  time  to  make  a  deal.  brought  back  by  a  gifted  grisha  healer,  then  promptly  tailored  by  another,  you  were  proffered  a  path  to  redemption.  some  years  passed,  your  survived  existence  but  a  secret  between  drüskelle  and  demon.  undercover  in  fjerda,  you  searched  for  individuals  weary  of  the  wars  between  brothers,  sparking  small  clusters  of  insurgents  in  which  could  one  day  aid  a  corpsewitch’s  cause.  acting  as  lone  wolf  until  you  decided  to  reveal  the  candor  behind  your  mortality,  you  were  reunited,  matured  and  transformed.  but  the  truth  will  always  leave  a  loathsome  bite:  the  wolves  will  never  call  you  home.

suggested  faceclaims.   calahan  skogman,  christopher  mason,  ton  heukels,  avan  jogia,  marlon  teixeira,  can  yaman.

                                                                                     this  skeleton  is  currently  open.

[mournersrp]

name.   nina  zenik.

age.   25  or  26.

pronouns.   utp.

face.   utp.

CORPSEWITCH  —  it  sounds  best  when  sneered  through  sharp  teeth.  the  heartrender  you  once  were  obliterated,  jurda  parem  was  both  a  blessing  and  a  curse.  for  your  reverent  revolution,  you  summoned  a  regiment  of  your  own  design.  not  always  the  usurping  undead,  but  a  legion  of  liberators,  you  left  kerch  to  smuggle  grisha  towards  their  respective  asylums.  loyal  to  your  ravkan  roots  —  as  a  prior  soldier  of  the  second  army  should  be  —  you  defy  all  persecution  of  your  kind.  if  not  in  pursuit  of  rumour  regarding  an  imprisoned  grisha  aboard  a  fjerdan  vessel  dubbed  the  verglas,  you’d  likely  have  never  returned  to  ketterdam,  and  found  yourself  drawn  back  within  the  crow’s  nest.  despite  the  inevitable  reunion,  you  struggle,  snared  somewhere  between  the  charismatic  soul  you  used  to  be  and  the  queen  of  mourning  you’ve  become.

suggested  faceclaims.   danielle  galligan,  barbie  ferreira,  bree  kish,  lovisa  lager,  tabria  majors,  jennie  runk,  la’tecia  thomas.

                                                                                      this  skeleton  is  currently  open.

[mournersrp]

name.   wylan  van  eck.

age.   24  or  25.

pronouns.   utp.

face.   utp.

YOU  WANTED  TO  BE  FREE.  and  in  kerch,  everything  has  a  price.  you  learned  the  hard  way,  little  merchling,  that  the  rich  turn  to  beggars.  bruised,  bloodied,  and  blistered,  you  spent  remorseless  tears  beneath  a  tyrannical  patriarch.  the  barrel  starved  you,  its  core  harbouring  the  heart  of  a  blackguard.  an  insatiable  hunger  with  foam  spilling  at  the  maw,  you  were  devoured  by  ghezen  and  their  damned  acolytes.  ketterdam  wished  to  smother  you,  but  somehow,  you  retained  fathomless  resilience.  a  survivor  in  the  end  —  now  known  by  your  father’s  name  —  both  the  van  eck  enterprise  and  estate  were  yours  to  claim.  risen  from  its  ruined  reputation,  you  granted  the  corrupt  city  a  particularly  scarce  treasure:  an  honest  mercher.  despite  the  amassed  wealth  and  rekindled  affairs,  you’ve  yet  to  shed  your  dowdy  feathers.  without  the  crows,  little  merchling,  you’d  have  never  learned  to  fly.

suggested  faceclaims.   jack  wolfe,  max  barczak,  linus  wordemann,  darwin  gray,  fionn  o’shea,  yeo  jin - goo,  emile  woon.

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