#dev contest

[the--scarlet--witch]

DAKOTA TAGLIAFERRO // twenty-seven // dacre montgomery // bartender

born and badly raised in tulip terrace // he’s a bad idea full of bad ideas but you’ll probably have a good time // too much snark, too little forethought // works in a shitty bar // has about 900 full and half siblings // honestly it’s a miracle he doesn’t have a kid running around somewhere // strong chaotic himbo energy

NEEDS HIS HIMBO GANG, FRIENDS, ENEMIES, EVERYTHING REALLY

[dark-tides-rp]

UPDATE 07 – DEVELOPMENT CONTEST

Ahoy there! Today marks the start of our development contest, which will run until Thursday, September 30th. In addition to giving us a peek at what you’ve all got brewing, dev entries will win each player one additional face claim reserve! 

To participate, create any character dev in the form of graphics, playlists, aesthetic boards, want ads, or pieces of writing like prose and/or poetry. For some Red Harbor inspiration, feel free to visit our #inspo tag, check out our Dark Tides board (cw // horror, gore), or listen to the Dark Tides playlist. The playlist is collaborative, so please feel free to add songs that may fit the spooky vibe.

Make sure to tag all entries with #dark-tides-rp so that we can reblog it here. If your entries aren’t showing up in the tag (thanks, Tumblr), go ahead and message us so we can reblog your entry directly. And as always, please feel free to reach out with any questions you may have. We’re looking forward to seeing what brilliant work everybody drums up! 

Oh, and remember to beware the townsfolk – they certainly know more than they’re letting on 🌊💀

[mathilda-lando]

[internetsugarsaddy]

[noszkass]

garrison “grady” oliver knox.

thirty. moss. woodcrest. casey deidrick.

his name is grady. no one calls him garrison, not anymore. not since his mother was around. i say around and not alive, because she isn't dead, not to him. mariella knox, bless her soul, is one of the lost. there one day and gone the next, called to the trees. she told him that, you know? that she'd heard them calling her name for months before. months before he woke up and found an empty bed, lily powder sheets piled up unsightly to one corner, cold to the touch. people in town say she's run away. a girl like mariella never lives down their teenage reputation. they think she found some beautiful man and ran off with him, abandoning her family for adventure. but that's bullshit. his mother would never leave him. not in exile, not alone. and he's gonna find her.

about the man.

this is grady! his life pretty much always baseline sucks and his attitude and demeanor mirrors that. southside born and raised by a wild-child mother and a trash father, who is wondering around this town somewhere, he supposes. they haven't spoken since his mom disappeared when he was fourteen. not because their relationship suffered─that ship sailed a long time ago─but because when it was time to claim him, dear ol' dad just didn't want the job. so his aunt, his mother's sister, finished raising him. he now lives above the book cafe she owns in woodcrest and devotes his life to the unexplained and gruesome things that seem to happen in exile. working whenever his aunt needs him at the shop while taking on jobs as an amateur sleuth to pay the bills and fund his precious podcast, the night shift. and it’s easier to make money off cheating spouses than you might realize. especially in a small town with such an ugly history.

connections.

grads is the type of guy  who makes more acquaintances than he does friends. and even more enemies than that. he will casually put his nose in your business because that's his job and he makes no apologies for who he is. i feel like he might have a couple good friends, but for the most part, people just don't gravitate toward him. not unless they're unfortunate enough to be thrown in his path or share his love of the unexplained or life experience with the wood. it would be nice to have a little back and forth relationship with someone who might work for his aunt? he’s always in the shop helping himself to free coffee and snacks and likes to poke and prod when he’s bored or ask a million intrusive questions when he’s curious. i also wouldn’t mind if he had a younger sister who was sort of in the same boat as him as far as their aunt taking guardianship over them. maybe she hates what he does? maybe she wants him to stop looking or thinks he’s gonna get himself killed? maybe she’s part of his team, who knows! hmu if you have any ideas you wanna toss around.

[vexuviae]

I THOUGHT FOR SO LONG THAT TIME WAS LIKE A LINE, THAT THAT OUR MOMENTS WERE LAID OUT LIKE DOMINOES, AND THAT THEY FELL, ONE INTO ANOTHER AND ON IT WENT, JUST DAYS TIPPING, ONE INTO THE NEXT, INTO THE NEXT, IN A LONG LINE BETWEEN THE BEGINNING AND THE END. BUT I WAS WRONG. IT’S NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL. OUR MOMENTS FALL AROUND US LIKE RAIN. OR SNOW. OR CONFETTI.

[moonslaura]

— but you, you foolish girl, you have gone home to a leaky castle across the sea to lie awake in linen smelling of lavender, and hear the nightingale, and long for me.

cassandra harcourt | student | patrician princess | sots pledge

old family, old money -- like new amsterdam old money. maybe not as obscenely as some of her classmates wealthy, but well connected and well bred -- jackie kennedy finishing school voice to better bum cigarettes with.

one of two, a pair, and well matched towards one another. her brother might be the brilliant sun, but she’s the chameleon: waning, waxing, and burying you with the tide. 

former ballerina, current french and economics major. she *will* be a diplomat. or a president. she’s not entirely sure. self possessed, effortlessly confident, and a charm that is more roguish than her chanel tweed will let on. nonetheless: meticulously manicured to blot out the blood on her hands. she contains multitudes, ok?

impish -- too much so to be a proper ice queen, with a penchant for hedonism to balance the scales of academic rigor. jealous, occasionally conniving, possessive, and overall a real good time. shenanigans may or may not lead to loss of life. 

hungry for: power, adoration, and likely a clean conscience. your resident bored, slightly troubled, little rich girl about to dive off the deep end. 

[allmymusess]

simon nicholas leitner. 20. ivy hill. rudy pankow.

sad rich boy vibes. seemingly has it all, still isn’t happy. kinda reckless and accident prone. low key has a deathwish. doesn’t believe in any of the urban legends. doesn’t really believe in anything tbh, not even himself. i know, i know. poor little rich kid. but honestly, ya boy has enough demons in his head to worry about what may or may not be lurking in the shadows. his dad is more or less dictating his life and his mother gets more and more lost in darkness for every year the family stays in exile. four years and counting. simon’s missed the big city life every second of every day for most of those years but… slowly but surely he’s starting to grow fond of this weird little town and the people in it.