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REDWOOD WELCOMES YOU

The year is 2042, and the world has been overrun by zombies. Set in the fictitious town of Redwood, West Virginia, a group of survivors must unify to sustain their formed gated community, hoping to create a sliver of normalcy in a new world. Led by four council members, the residents of Redwood live one day at a time, working together towards one goal: Survive.

THEFINALHOURHQ // A new 21+ zombie RPG opening soon! 'Tis a character & plot-driven roleplay - drawing inspiration from TWD, TLOU, Resident Evil & World War Z. This is a mature roleplay; viewer discretion is advised.

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Nestled in the picturesque state of Vermont there is the small town of Brontide, home to the renowned and revered Brontide University. Over the course of the university’s long and storied history, it has been the home to many great minds, students and professors alike. Brontide University provides one of the finest liberal arts educations that the country has to offer. The town itself is a scenic tourist destination for people who are looking to get away from the hustle and the bustle of big city life. While small, the town offers many quality experiences and has a thriving business scene where one can purchase everything from a cup of coffee to delicious handmade pastries to boutique clothing to original art and much more. It has plenty of New England charm to appeal to older generations as well as flourishing social scene that younger folks will appreciate.

However, there is always sure to be drama in small towns, especially with lots of hot blooded intellects running around at the college. Personalities will clash and alliances will surely be forged for the better and for the worst. Just because the town is pretty doesn’t mean that there isn’t a darkness lurking beneath its shiny veneer. With the sweet there must always be the bitter. After all people aren’t perfect, no matter how much they want you to believe that.

Welcome to Brontide. Your new home.

Brontide is a plotless and semi appless original character roleplay set in a small university town in Vermont. Here at Brontide we are dedicated to creativity and character development. We value potential and encourage all players to explore their characters’ depths in a safe environment where the drama is only in character. We want the players to bring their own unique characters and visions to the roleplay in order to make it a fun and dynamic environment. Here you can make connections both in character and out of character.

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Ever wondered what happened to that girl who was the lone survivor of the horrific murder spree? How about the guy who investigates paranormal events? And what about that woman down the street who seems a little too cheery? The horror is real here and this isn’t a movie…in fact it’s far from it.

Horror is perhaps one of the most iconic genres out there. The character tropes often used and the subversions of those tropes help make the horror happen. We’ve spent hours scrolling through and reading up on the tropes used in our favorite films and the ones that our favorite characters are examples of. Oh The Horror looks to create an experience where you are the trope master (not unlike the dream master in the A Nightmare on Elm Street franchise) and get to play with these types of characters in a lively setting. Oh the Horror wants to provide a unique horror role play that’s semi-plotless and encourages creativity, character exploration, and playing with genre.

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♛ FINAL ADMIN TEE SIGN OFF PRE-OPENING

around the next time you see any of our faces on this blog, we will be OPEN for interactions. it’s been nearly two weeks in coming and our ooc chat is positively bursting at the seams with how much we cannot wait to begin play. we have 20+ characters already, 14 muns and many, many interwoven family histories, scandals, enemies and lovers already plotted out. the dash is already moving with headcanons and ask memes, the admins are a-flurry creating our first event, task and plot drop and this is a story already filled with more twists and turns than the yellow brick road ! we absolutely can’t wait to bring our characters fully to life - so, in 20 HOURS, ironforgedrp will begin.

In fair Verona, our tale begins with KATARINA DU PONT, who is TWENTY-FIVE years old. She is often called KATHERINE by the CAPULETS and works as their SOLDIER.

What is doomed to to look on forever, admired and sparkling and forbidden from participating in the fancies and follies of man? Stars, strict-upright roses in a crystalline vase, girls in pearls, and a painting hung over the fireplace. What is Katarina Du Pont? Not a star, a bouquet, or a godforsaken fucking portrait. From the time she was born, the girl was a pearl in reverse: instead of coming from a thing tightly bound and rough to the hands of man with the beautiful thing beneath, she was the unbreakable, opalescent gem with something sharp and coarse melted inside. Every child is meant to be a story, and with each day that Katerina aged, she took her plotline further away from the synopsis her parent’s had intended: in the beginning it did not matter much that she was a precocious, serious child, nor that the fits she threw - unlike the average spoiled, silver spoon-poisoned youth - were not only a matter of unreasonable want, but indisputable argument. All that mattered in her beginning years was that she was a pretty representative of her last name, willing (albeit contemptuous) enough to put on the frilled dresses that were asked of her when the monthly dinner parties rolled around. When years later, her younger sister Bunny would stamp her ball-jointed ballerina ankle for a new toy and dew her eyes until the product was achieved, Katarina had made a habit of presenting undeniable reason as to why this thing was owed to her with the aggressive fervor and a sophistication well beyond her years.

Katarina was a girl that had forsaken metaphors by the time her high school English teacher leaned over her pretty porcelain shoulder and whispered an allegory about the colour of her eyes during an exam on Wuthering Heights. She had him fired for improper conduct 36 hours later, and received a 98% on the test. Following a brief interlude after class with the substitute, she had argued her mark up to 101%. In place of metaphors, the soft-silk innuendos and allegorical whispers of other blue-blooded girls her age, Katarina was all skin, bone, and vein. She felt things viscerally, did things with her body, and made no apologies or excuses by pretending what had been done - usually something awful, usually something with teeth - was because of an iridescent shimmer inside her forged by the mating of wealth, intelligence, and beauty. The simpering faux-ignorance of socialites and the general stupidity of men enraged her to an unnatural degree, and her seeming inability (read: unwillingness) to clear her face of evidence when these feelings of disdain crossed her was a blaring liability for the Du Ponts. As she aged from girl to young woman to tempest, her parents were faced increasingly often with the embarrassment of finding their eldest daughter had insulted a potential business partner and their second-largest shareholder within the time it took her to finish her first cocktail. Their was a bitterness inside her whose origins she could never quite place; it seemed that for as long as she had existed, there had been some mean black stone inside her named resentment, called rage.

Just as if she had been a man, Katarina had been indulged in the finest education and the highest expectation - to inherit the family business and continue its greatness - and perhaps that was the fatal flaw in her raising. Even if the woman had been left unattended and locked away as a child, her mind would have forged itself into the glass-edge it was now on its own -- after all, all it takes to make a sharp piece of glass is to break a mirror. But instead that intellect had been honed into something even larger than her heart and more dangerous than her face, and shatter the looking glass Katarina did, along with glass ceilings alike: upon finding out that the ascent to company CEO was meant to be halted at little more than a poster-girl and placeholder, leaving the decisions of the Du Pont bank to the board of aging and bigoted white men, Katarina’s path changed viciously. While this was not the axis upon which her entire life upturned itself, it was the last push that the pendulum needed in order to swing. And so like all aspects of her life, Katarina did what would unnerve the greatest amount of people, and subsequently give her the most pleasure: she took the most literal blue-collar job possible.

She joined the police force.

Men in particular - whether they be criminals, affluent businessmen, or both (the two are not mutually exclusively) - have had a fondness over the years of questioning how a beautiful daughter of money had found herself in such a pedestrian, aggressive job. And Katarina always answer the same manner; in the most cutting way possible, decrying the individual for their attempt to pinhole her and chopping down their own frivolous career in the process. Despite the shock factor of her vocation choice, there is a swelling, even dangerous pride that Katarina fosters from knowing she is a source of dynamite and justice in such a damning city -- and in the knowledge that she’s potentially the best shot in all of Verona. True to her teenage self, Katarina is still no metaphor, nor is she a trope, an archetype, or one slim edge of a preset dichotomy: she is a whirlwind, everything at once, and a danger from every angle. She makes no concessions and cuts no corners of herself, donning her uniformly pressed work slacks at daybreak and Harry Winston diamonds by night -- - and Verona can be sure she the Beretta Model 92FS strapped to her hip shoots with as much accuracy as the wicked pink slip of her tongue.

Bernadette Du Pont: Sister. In the rule of righteousness, it is the younger sister that should spend her life in her elder’s shadow -- and yet Bunny has seemingly been born backwards, casting her shadow in front of her rather than behind. Though the primary emotions slanted towards her sister are annoyance, distaste, and regret for all the things her kin could of been but never will be, there is also a mean sliver of resentment under the nails of Kat’s soul. While the attention of her parents - or anyone at all - has never quite been a driving force for Katarina, that her intelligence and ambition should have favour lost to the falsely doe-eyed ministrations of her sister sets her alight. Katarina’s bitterness has always been her defining factor, and no more so is it present than when conversing with darling Bunny dearest.

Vivianne Sloane: Superior, Respected Figure. When it came time for Katarina to join official rank with the Capulets such as her parents before her and Bunny following a hip and a jump behind, it was only at the calm cleverness of Vivianne that Kat was kept from walking out on the operation entirely. She found the arrogant ignorance and puffed egos of the men in the Capulet cabinet nauseating, and even still there’s few she can tolerate from the upper echelons of the gang other than the Sloane woman. Despite since finding her place amongst the Capulets and growing to relish her irreplaceable function within it (something not even Bunny can replicate), the only person she answers without rebellion when she is called is Vivianne.

Lillian Wen: Best Friend. They had grown up on opposite ends of Verona, yet found their way to each other as if tied by red string. In there younger years, when her fire was especially potent and without control, here were times that Kat had felt as if Lillian was the only existence in all of Italy that she could tolerate. The pair has been an unconquerable and known duo since childhood, and together they form a diamond: Lillian the glisten and shine, Katarina the sharp-cut edges unbreakable content. More recently tension had arisen between them due to their discrepancies with each other’s career choices, and while Kat will never quite understand (or like), Lillian’s status as a living clothes hanger, it’s better than the shadow-clad second job Katarina has turned a blind eye to for as long as possible -- her best friend’s status as a Spade.

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In fair Verona, our tale begins with KATARINA DU PONT, who is TWENTY-FIVE years old. She is often called KATHERINE by the CAPULETS and works as their SOLDIER.

She joined the police force.

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