Everyone remembers the day they were brought into the Glade. The dark, musty smelling box, rattling chains as you were brought to a new and unfamiliar place. You only know your name, and very little about your past. You can't remember faces or even other peoples names from your past. As the Box door opens, girls and boys alike stare down at you and help you into your new home. A teen, about 18, helps you to your feet and tells you four words you'll never forget. "Welcome to the Glade."
THE GLADE:
The Glade is a meadow the size of several football fields surrounded by gigantic walls that fall in the middle of a vast maze formed by walls of ivy. The weather is always perfect in the glade. It never rains, never snows, never gets too hot or too cold. There are fours areas in the Glade: the Gardens (North-East), where they grow food; the Blood House(South-East) , where they raise and slaughter animals; the Homestead (North-West), where they live; and the Deadheads forest (South-West), which contains their graveyard. Then there are the four doors that lead out to the Maze: The North, East, South, and West doors.
ROLES:
Sloppers: Cleaning crew
Baggers: Policeish people
Builders: Its in the names
Trackhoes: They keep the gardens nice and clean
Slicers: Raised animals.
Cooks: In the name
Med-Jacks: Doctors
Blood Housers: Prepared animals to be eaten
Bricknicks: Repairing structures
Runners: Exploring the maze
Map Makers: Making maps with what the runners brought.
MODS:
TherenDotsk2
RULES:
1. Be kind and respectful to others.
2. No judging based off of other peoples characters. Let people be what they want.
3. If quote chains get too long, respectfully and kindly ask them to snip it.
4. Listen to the mods, they are there for a reason.
5. No being characters from the books/movies. I don't want people arguing over that stuff.
6. Keep it PG-13. Gore is allowed but not sexual content. Im cool with dating but keep it minimal stuff guys.
7. Have fun!
8. Post what role you would like in your first post to prove you've read the rules. RUNNERS WILL BE APPOINTED BY THE MODS
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It is about midday, and everyone is still working. The leader of the Gladers, Alix, is walking around talking in a low voice to another Glader. Muffled chatter goes through the air, just another day in the Glade.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die)Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
Charlie, one of the builders, is working on setting up some new tanning racks for the blood houses, his dyed-pink hair standing out against the brown wood.
Charlie, one of the builders, is working on setting up some new tanning racks for the blood houses, his dyed-pink hair standing out against the brown wood.
Alix waves away the glader hes talking to and walks over. "Hey Charlie. Hows it goin?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Charlie, one of the builders, is working on setting up some new tanning racks for the blood houses, his dyed-pink hair standing out against the brown wood.
Alix waves away the glader hes talking to and walks over. "Hey Charlie. Hows it goin?"
"Oh, hi Alix, it's going well!" He calls back as he hammers the wood into place."
Charlie, one of the builders, is working on setting up some new tanning racks for the blood houses, his dyed-pink hair standing out against the brown wood.
Alix waves away the glader hes talking to and walks over. "Hey Charlie. Hows it goin?"
"Oh, hi Alix, it's going well!" He calls back as he hammers the wood into place."
"Good to hear." he says, stopping beside them. "New tanning racks?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Everyone remembers the day they were brought into the Glade. The dark, musty smelling box, rattling chains as you were brought to a new and unfamiliar place. You only know your name, and very little about your past. You can't remember faces or even other peoples names from your past. As the Box door opens, girls and boys alike stare down at you and help you into your new home. A teen, about 18, helps you to your feet and tells you four words you'll never forget. "Welcome to the Glade."
THE GLADE:
The Glade is a meadow the size of several football fields surrounded by gigantic walls that fall in the middle of a vast maze formed by walls of ivy. The weather is always perfect in the glade. It never rains, never snows, never gets too hot or too cold. There are fours areas in the Glade: the Gardens (North-East), where they grow food; the Blood House(South-East) , where they raise and slaughter animals; the Homestead (North-West), where they live; and the Deadheads forest (South-West), which contains their graveyard. Then there are the four doors that lead out to the Maze: The North, East, South, and West doors.
ROLES:
Sloppers: Cleaning crew
Baggers: Policeish people
Builders: Its in the names
Trackhoes: They keep the gardens nice and clean
Slicers: Raised animals.
Cooks: In the name
Med-Jacks: Doctors
Blood Housers: Prepared animals to be eaten
Bricknicks: Repairing structures
Runners: Exploring the maze
Map Makers: Making maps with what the runners brought.
MODS:
TherenDotsk2
RULES:
1. Be kind and respectful to others.
2. No judging based off of other peoples characters. Let people be what they want.
3. If quote chains get too long, respectfully and kindly ask them to snip it.
4. Listen to the mods, they are there for a reason.
5. No being characters from the books/movies. I don't want people arguing over that stuff.
6. Keep it PG-13. Gore is allowed but not sexual content. Im cool with dating but keep it minimal stuff guys.
7. Have fun!
8. Post what role you would like in your first post to prove you've read the rules. RUNNERS WILL BE APPOINTED BY THE MODS
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Can I be a builder, also, can I have my obligatory self-insert, this in the form of a half-shark person mayyybe?*
*Im good with the builder, but i do wanna try to keep it close to the books and stuff. sooo, no. sorry :/ *
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*oki, I'll intro a human, can you set a scene?*
*Alright, are they coming up through the box or are they already in the glade?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*already in the glade, an experienced builder*
*Alright*
It is about midday, and everyone is still working. The leader of the Gladers, Alix, is walking around talking in a low voice to another Glader. Muffled chatter goes through the air, just another day in the Glade.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*i might join as a Med-Jack...*
*placeholder*
*seems really cool*
~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether
R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die) Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
Charlie, one of the builders, is working on setting up some new tanning racks for the blood houses, his dyed-pink hair standing out against the brown wood.
*Alright!*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Alix waves away the glader hes talking to and walks over. "Hey Charlie. Hows it goin?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Hmm, Might be a Cook or Map Maker...if I get bored. Maybe.*
Back Once more. Stand Proud Brothers, Till the Sky May Fall and Until the Sun Darks out. Let us ring the Drums of Liberation!
O' Great One, I pledge my Blade to you.
*Alright*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Oh, hi Alix, it's going well!" He calls back as he hammers the wood into place."
"Good to hear." he says, stopping beside them. "New tanning racks?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Yeah, the old ones were experiencing some wear and tear."
*I might have my character be a Bagger... that is, after their introduction to the Glade.*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*-le gasp- Long time no see! And of course!*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Oh, well thanks for redoing them."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Yeah, I'm free to do whatever after this. You got anything you need done?"