*Anybody want to rp, if so would you mind picking the characters you want?*
*I have a new character*
*Cool, so do you want to rp or are you just letting me know?*
* I do wanna rp. Heres the intro*
There have been a string of murders in the town. Multiple people have been found dead, murdered in horrible ways. Their bodies were found strewn across the ground or on objects. Nobody has been found yet. There is a scream from a nearby warehouse, indicating someone in trouble.
Someone decides to go investigate the screams, although it would be someone unexpected to most. A simply child with pointy black hair, black eyes, a white T shirt, green shorts, and green boots. They don’t go the stealthy route, just walking inside the warehouse.
Inside the dimly lit warehouse is a man on the ground pleading for his life, his forehead bleeding profusely. Looming over him is a man with a rooster mask, a letterman jacket, blue jeans, and sneakers. In his hand is a bloody crowbar. In his other hand is a tape cassette. He presses a button and monotone voice leaks from it. "please do not be afraid."
*Wait Hotline Miama? Or Payday 2?*
The kid moves closer, unafraid of the scene, which is even more strange for a child. He walks past the person in the rooster mask. Going straight to the person on the ground and picking them up with strength he shouldn’t have based on his appearance.
*Inspiration comes from both Hotline Miami and Payday 2*
The masked man shoves the kid aside, grabbing the man by the shirt and dragging him away.
When he shoves the kid they don’t move an inch, although the person does go back to the ground softly. The kid asks “What are you doing to this guy?”
The masked man raises the cassette recorder. "Death."
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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.
*Anybody want to rp, if so would you mind picking the characters you want?*
*I have a new character*
*Cool, so do you want to rp or are you just letting me know?*
* I do wanna rp. Heres the intro*
There have been a string of murders in the town. Multiple people have been found dead, murdered in horrible ways. Their bodies were found strewn across the ground or on objects. Nobody has been found yet. There is a scream from a nearby warehouse, indicating someone in trouble.
Someone decides to go investigate the screams, although it would be someone unexpected to most. A simply child with pointy black hair, black eyes, a white T shirt, green shorts, and green boots. They don’t go the stealthy route, just walking inside the warehouse.
Inside the dimly lit warehouse is a man on the ground pleading for his life, his forehead bleeding profusely. Looming over him is a man with a rooster mask, a letterman jacket, blue jeans, and sneakers. In his hand is a bloody crowbar. In his other hand is a tape cassette. He presses a button and monotone voice leaks from it. "please do not be afraid."
*Wait Hotline Miama? Or Payday 2?*
The kid moves closer, unafraid of the scene, which is even more strange for a child. He walks past the person in the rooster mask. Going straight to the person on the ground and picking them up with strength he shouldn’t have based on his appearance.
*Inspiration comes from both Hotline Miami and Payday 2*
The masked man shoves the kid aside, grabbing the man by the shirt and dragging him away.
When he shoves the kid they don’t move an inch, although the person does go back to the ground softly. The kid asks “What are you doing to this guy?”
The masked man raises the cassette recorder. "Death."
They nod “Oh. Okay.” They then don’t go to save him, although they do follow the masked man.
*Good morning goobers. I have a new character I'm going to playing for da spooky month >:)*
There have been a string of murders in the town. Multiple people have been found dead, murdered in horrible ways. Their bodies were found strewn across the ground or on objects. Nobody has been found yet. There is a scream from a nearby warehouse, indicating someone in trouble.
Ichigo, a massive monstrous Oni wearing plate armor and a hood that covers their mask and face in shadow, follows the scream, concerned.
Inside the dimly lit warehouse is a man on the ground pleading for his life, his forehead bleeding profusely. Looming over him is a man with a rooster mask, a letterman jacket, blue jeans, and sneakers. In his hand is a bloody crowbar. In his other hand is a tape cassette. He presses a button and monotone voice leaks from it. "please do not be afraid."
Ichigo blinks, his fiery eyes nothing but pinpricks "I am.. not.." it rasps and walks over to the man who is bleeding.
It's clear that the masked man hasn't seen him yet. He raises the crowbar and slams it down into the mans skull, crushing it like a watermelon. He then turns to the Oni, raising the tape recorder once more. "Please do not be alarmed."
Ichigo blinks rapidly, the blood splattering across his armor. With a swift movement, he pulls out his great club. The aura around him turns physical, fiery blue crawling off him like flames. "You hurt... Innocent.." he snarls, a scratching coming from inside the armor.
He tilts his head as he plays the tape recorder. "Yes."
*Make me three WIS save*
It roars, maggots, worms, beetles, and flies crawling from underneath the armor plates in droves.
WIS: 8
WIS: 11
WIS: 8
Those all fail.
The droves become to much to handle as he is brought down to the floor by them. They begin to eat at his flesh rapidly, ripping the clothing with little mouths.
Take: 1513912 piercing damages
The masked man slowly stands up, brushing the bugs off of himself, not really hurt by them. He throws the crowbar aside and starts to walk away.
As he walks, Ichigo is suddenly behind him. He wraps a massive arm around their neck, refusing to let go. (GRAPPLE: 24 )
It nods and tilts it's head, the metal creaking slightly. A butterfly with bright red wings crawls out from.. somewhere, gently landing on Felix's nose.
Felix looks at it. "Are you filled with bugs, Ichigo? That's really cool."
*Anybody want to rp, if so would you mind picking the characters you want?*
*Sure.. hm.. how about the crusader?*
*Sure thing*
The Crusader is sitting outside of the tavern, looking blankly into the distance, his blade in the dirt and his helm to the side. His armor is covered in blood, guts, and many other things, although the smell doesn’t seem to bother him much.
Ichigo, a massive monstrous Oni wearing dark plate armor and a cloak that covers his mask and facial features in shadow, walks by. The Crusader can smell dirt, blood, and death on this thing like a slap to the face.
*Bleach reference?*
His hand instinctively moves to his holy blade and helm, but he quickly calms down, remembering the protective field around the tavern. He nods to Ichigo respect fully, the smell similar to what he used to breath in during the crusades, so although it is pungent, it isn’t anything new.
*Nurp*
Ichigo looks over, carrying a cat in his arms who is purring contently. "Hello..." He rasps.
*Huh, lucky coincidence I guess.*
He takes a deep breath before saying back respectfully in his gruff tone “Hello fellow warrior.”
"Who... Are.. you?" It asks, tilting it's head to the side.
*Anybody want to rp, if so would you mind picking the characters you want?*
*Sure.. hm.. how about the crusader?*
*Sure thing*
The Crusader is sitting outside of the tavern, looking blankly into the distance, his blade in the dirt and his helm to the side. His armor is covered in blood, guts, and many other things, although the smell doesn’t seem to bother him much.
Ichigo, a massive monstrous Oni wearing dark plate armor and a cloak that covers his mask and facial features in shadow, walks by. The Crusader can smell dirt, blood, and death on this thing like a slap to the face.
*Bleach reference?*
His hand instinctively moves to his holy blade and helm, but he quickly calms down, remembering the protective field around the tavern. He nods to Ichigo respect fully, the smell similar to what he used to breath in during the crusades, so although it is pungent, it isn’t anything new.
*Nurp*
Ichigo looks over, carrying a cat in his arms who is purring contently. "Hello..." He rasps.
*Huh, lucky coincidence I guess.*
He takes a deep breath before saying back respectfully in his gruff tone “Hello fellow warrior.”
"Who... Are.. you?" It asks, tilting it's head to the side.
“I am the last remaining Crusader of the old crusaders. Who are you?”
*Yes. It is me. The well-known, uh… dungeoneer, Jobah. In the flesh. Exactly as you remember. With no suspicious personality changes or odd mannerisms that would indicate the presence of something like a skinwalker or replicant android.*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Anybody want to rp, if so would you mind picking the characters you want?*
*Sure.. hm.. how about the crusader?*
*Sure thing*
The Crusader is sitting outside of the tavern, looking blankly into the distance, his blade in the dirt and his helm to the side. His armor is covered in blood, guts, and many other things, although the smell doesn’t seem to bother him much.
Ichigo, a massive monstrous Oni wearing dark plate armor and a cloak that covers his mask and facial features in shadow, walks by. The Crusader can smell dirt, blood, and death on this thing like a slap to the face.
*Bleach reference?*
His hand instinctively moves to his holy blade and helm, but he quickly calms down, remembering the protective field around the tavern. He nods to Ichigo respect fully, the smell similar to what he used to breath in during the crusades, so although it is pungent, it isn’t anything new.
*Nurp*
Ichigo looks over, carrying a cat in his arms who is purring contently. "Hello..." He rasps.
*Huh, lucky coincidence I guess.*
He takes a deep breath before saying back respectfully in his gruff tone “Hello fellow warrior.”
"Who... Are.. you?" It asks, tilting it's head to the side.
“I am the last remaining Crusader of the old crusaders. Who are you?”
"Ichigo... The Last Body.." he rasped quietly "Nice to.. meet you." He bows.
The masked man raises the cassette recorder. "Death."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They nod “Oh. Okay.” They then don’t go to save him, although they do follow the masked man.
*greetings everybody*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
As he walks, Ichigo is suddenly behind him. He wraps a massive arm around their neck, refusing to let go. (GRAPPLE: 24 )
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Many.. we are.. connected." It replies quietly.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Oh look it’s Jobah.*
"Who... Are.. you?" It asks, tilting it's head to the side.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Good morning!*
Omori is chilling in the shade of a tree.
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)
He continues to drag the man away to a darker bit of the warehouse.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
STR: 13
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“I am the last remaining Crusader of the old crusaders. Who are you?”
They hear a scream from a nearby warehouse
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Yes. It is me. The well-known, uh… dungeoneer, Jobah. In the flesh. Exactly as you remember. With no suspicious personality changes or odd mannerisms that would indicate the presence of something like a skinwalker or replicant android.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Awesome*
Felix is preparing fish by the docks. He's using every part of the creature, and has some very strange aquatic beasties to cook.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He drags him back to the center of the room, the doors around them closing on their own.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
They continue to follow silently, looking at the man with indifference, not caring much about his life.
"Ichigo... The Last Body.." he rasped quietly "Nice to.. meet you." He bows.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
There is a loud crack as he pulls the trigger on a gun.
Attack: 18 Damage: 15
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"That's beautiful. Do you function as an entire ecosystem?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The man is thrown in a corner as the masked man starts to beat him up with his crowbar
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.