Post by phoenixrising on Nov 6, 2007 5:47:36 GMT -6
Back from my hiatus, sorry again for how long it lasted. I wanted to run over a roleplay idea with the board, see if anyone would like to join and maybe help make suggestions on how to improve it. It's based off a story I'm writing called Cross Walks. It's based in the present every day world with a twist.
Basically everything in Cross Walks is like it is here in the real world, except for the existance of an underground society of all the things we like to call bumps in the night. This society is called, originally enough, The Underground, a collection of magical and etheral beings not of this world and yet firmly assituated in it. The Underground is grouped into four guilds, The Vampires, the Infernals (demons), The Mages, and The Lycanthropes (though this also inculdes weretigers, werebears, etc.). These four guilds are constantly in a bid for power, and thrown into this mix are the Traffickers.
They are human go-betweeners between the world of humans and the underground. Each guild has their own way of acquiring Trafickers. They transfer contraband (rare herbs, magical creatures, black magic books, enchanted objects, humans, etc.) and sometimes transfers information too. Their patron race or individual ensures protection, pay, or sometimes enforces a curse or similar device that was used to enslave said human. Aside from helping the underground interact with the human world while remaining in secret, trafickers ensure that any human that knows about the underground is regulated and watched. This is the basic setting and universe construction, here comes the story line.
Effigie Armon is a human traficker, more importantly the only human traficker without a patron. A human that works outside the bounds of the guilds' restriction is worrisome, but attempts to curb him have been thwarted because of his ability to see the future. This ability is irksome though, and his visions of something terrible to come along with his night job as traficker have made him terribley out of whack with the human world.
From there we learn of the lengths some of the guilds have gone in the power struggle and the greed of certain individuals to take over the human world and bring in a new era of darkness and blood shed. The only way to stop it is from outside the power struggle, a human with a new outlook and an innocent, decent soul, though how in the world are you supposed to found a soul like that in the modern age?
Your character can be whatever you want, someone associated with the underground or someone outside it. The minimum character requirements are Effigie, the human that stumbles into The Undergrounds, and the four guild masters. Some other characters to help effigie and the human, or hinder them, are more than appreciated. I can handle characters that are not filled, but i think this has the potential to include a good few people.
Post below if you're interested or have questions. I'll be sure to get back to them. I'm going to include a template below of the story this role play was based on to give everyone a better a feel for it and some of the characters that fit into this world so far. They need not show up, but if anyone wants to join but is stuck for a character idea Maimon, Gishou, and even Nikolas are open for adoption. just send me a pm and i'll give you more stats on them.
Effigie Armon (ghost of dreams) aka Emmie “The world is f*cked up, so just make sure you shove it with someone who’ll make the ride worth it.”
He looks at you, taking a long drag on his cigarette as an after thought. The brief flash of glowing ember lit up his passive face, giving you a glimpse of pale skin with minimum make up and eyes that smoldered green. Long after the spark fades the ember remains burning in his eyes, sputtering for life in those cold pools of emerald as he asks in a nonchalant tone, “Bloody Mary or Bloody Edward?”
Nikolas Summers (Daylight in Darkness) aka Nick or Nicko, more names will be made up later . . . poor thing. . . “I’ve never seen the darkness of the world, and honestly I don’t want to, but no one keeps the sanity of illusion for long right?”
Smiles and warmth, he walks in the room and you get the feeling that something wonderful has fallen right in your lap. Brown almost black eyes, they make you crave cocoa with whipped cream and a warm chair to curl up in as you sip the sweet confection. Perfect lips, perfect attitude, yet he trips and falls flat on his face. Guess every angel has their faults. Yet it makes him seem even more perfect, makes you crave him more. His hand, he holds it out to you. Is trying to save you or himself?
Gishou Yoji (Shadow of Playful Laughter) aka Gigi “If you don’t laugh every once in a while you’re life goes down hill. Just look at Emmie. No sex life, no social life, no sense of humor . . .”
Small little Asian girl, perky attitude perky hair, strange clothes. It looks like a tornado hit her wardrobe and she copied the chaos accordingly. Beads and jinglies and shinies for all, the girl could be a musical instrument with all that jewelry. There’s a flash, one not from her jewelry, and then you’re toad. Guess it’s not smart to make fun of a witch’s wardrobe malfunction.
Maimon Makami (Faithful Winds) aka Josh “*thunk that makes the world shake* I knew that door was there, I knew EXACTLY where that door was!!”
Thunder rolls through the room, but it’s a clear day outside. Could it be the rather large occupant that just entered the room? Most likely. He towers over the crowd, a giant in a land of ants he seems cramped as he walked down the crowded sidewalks of the city. A goliath with a heart of gold, what makes you cry sweet monster? What brings sorrow to those amber brown eyes?
Crosswalks Club
A door in the side of the warehouse, covered in posters and spray paint that long took over the crumbling brick walls around it. Taking the handle makes you feel vibrations of the heavy bass you’ve felt beating during the whole walk up here. Go ahead, step inside, the world of reality leaves you behind as you do.
A mass of bodies in front of you, featureless except for the distinct screams and moans from the more vocal patrons. The whole place is dark, that is if you ignore the strobe lights that flash in multiple colors and the glow sticks that are bouncing in hands and around necks everywhere. Oh yeah, then there’s the glow paint. Someone must have told them a black light would be present, for some patrons were glowing neon from the colors. This crowd, colorful as it is, isn’t what’s interesting, at least not the whole. It’s the figures hanging around the bar and lounging in the corners, even in the middle of the writhing crowd, that draw you.
A being that looks like a cross between a man and a rat is gnawing on something that used to be meat, and not very well cooked meat at that. Fangs flash as a man woos an unexpected teenager into a corner. People with horns, tails, fur, claws, or no substance at all mingle with people who are obviously human, and just as obviously fine with it. What is this club where the lines of dreams and reality blur? Even as you ask yourself a cold hand closes on your heart and you’ve lost your warm embrace of society’s rules forever.
Basically everything in Cross Walks is like it is here in the real world, except for the existance of an underground society of all the things we like to call bumps in the night. This society is called, originally enough, The Underground, a collection of magical and etheral beings not of this world and yet firmly assituated in it. The Underground is grouped into four guilds, The Vampires, the Infernals (demons), The Mages, and The Lycanthropes (though this also inculdes weretigers, werebears, etc.). These four guilds are constantly in a bid for power, and thrown into this mix are the Traffickers.
They are human go-betweeners between the world of humans and the underground. Each guild has their own way of acquiring Trafickers. They transfer contraband (rare herbs, magical creatures, black magic books, enchanted objects, humans, etc.) and sometimes transfers information too. Their patron race or individual ensures protection, pay, or sometimes enforces a curse or similar device that was used to enslave said human. Aside from helping the underground interact with the human world while remaining in secret, trafickers ensure that any human that knows about the underground is regulated and watched. This is the basic setting and universe construction, here comes the story line.
Effigie Armon is a human traficker, more importantly the only human traficker without a patron. A human that works outside the bounds of the guilds' restriction is worrisome, but attempts to curb him have been thwarted because of his ability to see the future. This ability is irksome though, and his visions of something terrible to come along with his night job as traficker have made him terribley out of whack with the human world.
From there we learn of the lengths some of the guilds have gone in the power struggle and the greed of certain individuals to take over the human world and bring in a new era of darkness and blood shed. The only way to stop it is from outside the power struggle, a human with a new outlook and an innocent, decent soul, though how in the world are you supposed to found a soul like that in the modern age?
Your character can be whatever you want, someone associated with the underground or someone outside it. The minimum character requirements are Effigie, the human that stumbles into The Undergrounds, and the four guild masters. Some other characters to help effigie and the human, or hinder them, are more than appreciated. I can handle characters that are not filled, but i think this has the potential to include a good few people.
Post below if you're interested or have questions. I'll be sure to get back to them. I'm going to include a template below of the story this role play was based on to give everyone a better a feel for it and some of the characters that fit into this world so far. They need not show up, but if anyone wants to join but is stuck for a character idea Maimon, Gishou, and even Nikolas are open for adoption. just send me a pm and i'll give you more stats on them.
Effigie Armon (ghost of dreams) aka Emmie “The world is f*cked up, so just make sure you shove it with someone who’ll make the ride worth it.”
He looks at you, taking a long drag on his cigarette as an after thought. The brief flash of glowing ember lit up his passive face, giving you a glimpse of pale skin with minimum make up and eyes that smoldered green. Long after the spark fades the ember remains burning in his eyes, sputtering for life in those cold pools of emerald as he asks in a nonchalant tone, “Bloody Mary or Bloody Edward?”
Nikolas Summers (Daylight in Darkness) aka Nick or Nicko, more names will be made up later . . . poor thing. . . “I’ve never seen the darkness of the world, and honestly I don’t want to, but no one keeps the sanity of illusion for long right?”
Smiles and warmth, he walks in the room and you get the feeling that something wonderful has fallen right in your lap. Brown almost black eyes, they make you crave cocoa with whipped cream and a warm chair to curl up in as you sip the sweet confection. Perfect lips, perfect attitude, yet he trips and falls flat on his face. Guess every angel has their faults. Yet it makes him seem even more perfect, makes you crave him more. His hand, he holds it out to you. Is trying to save you or himself?
Gishou Yoji (Shadow of Playful Laughter) aka Gigi “If you don’t laugh every once in a while you’re life goes down hill. Just look at Emmie. No sex life, no social life, no sense of humor . . .”
Small little Asian girl, perky attitude perky hair, strange clothes. It looks like a tornado hit her wardrobe and she copied the chaos accordingly. Beads and jinglies and shinies for all, the girl could be a musical instrument with all that jewelry. There’s a flash, one not from her jewelry, and then you’re toad. Guess it’s not smart to make fun of a witch’s wardrobe malfunction.
Maimon Makami (Faithful Winds) aka Josh “*thunk that makes the world shake* I knew that door was there, I knew EXACTLY where that door was!!”
Thunder rolls through the room, but it’s a clear day outside. Could it be the rather large occupant that just entered the room? Most likely. He towers over the crowd, a giant in a land of ants he seems cramped as he walked down the crowded sidewalks of the city. A goliath with a heart of gold, what makes you cry sweet monster? What brings sorrow to those amber brown eyes?
Crosswalks Club
A door in the side of the warehouse, covered in posters and spray paint that long took over the crumbling brick walls around it. Taking the handle makes you feel vibrations of the heavy bass you’ve felt beating during the whole walk up here. Go ahead, step inside, the world of reality leaves you behind as you do.
A mass of bodies in front of you, featureless except for the distinct screams and moans from the more vocal patrons. The whole place is dark, that is if you ignore the strobe lights that flash in multiple colors and the glow sticks that are bouncing in hands and around necks everywhere. Oh yeah, then there’s the glow paint. Someone must have told them a black light would be present, for some patrons were glowing neon from the colors. This crowd, colorful as it is, isn’t what’s interesting, at least not the whole. It’s the figures hanging around the bar and lounging in the corners, even in the middle of the writhing crowd, that draw you.
A being that looks like a cross between a man and a rat is gnawing on something that used to be meat, and not very well cooked meat at that. Fangs flash as a man woos an unexpected teenager into a corner. People with horns, tails, fur, claws, or no substance at all mingle with people who are obviously human, and just as obviously fine with it. What is this club where the lines of dreams and reality blur? Even as you ask yourself a cold hand closes on your heart and you’ve lost your warm embrace of society’s rules forever.