Ah yes, the dark and gritty city of Rustport. Nestled along the shimmering expanse of Iron Bay, this sprawling urban landscape is flanked by jagged black rocks that loom ominously above. The rocks provide a stark contrast to the vibrant, yet weary, orangish-red plants that cling tenaciously to their surfaces, their colors resembling rust that slowly consumes metal over time.
In its prime, Rustport was a thriving sanctuary for the magnificent Melon Whales. These colossal creatures, with their striking watermelon-green skin, would rise majestically from the depths, breaking the murky surface like playful islands on the horizon, captivating the hearts of those who witnessed their grandeur.
Originally a bustling whaling hub, Rustport's rapid growth was a double-edged sword, propelled by the insatiable desire to harvest these oceanic giants until they vanished from its waters. The shores buzzed with frenetic energy as waves of humanity converged from every corner of the globe, weaving together a rich and eclectic tapestry of cultures, dreams, and ambitions.
Towering factories dominated the skyline, their imposing structures alive with the relentless hum of machinery and the acrid scent of iron and smoke. These industrial giants worked tirelessly to process the sea’s dwindling bounties, while expansive docks stretched far and wide, welcoming a chaotic blend of tourists and traders, their vessels eager to explore.
The neighborhoods pulse with life, houses crammed together like sardines in a can, each building whispering tales of joy and despair. The vibrant streets are alive with the sounds of laughter, arguments, and the distant echoes of industry, a testament to the spirit of its inhabitants. However, a thick reddish-brown smog hangs heavily in the air, settling like a suffocating shroud over the city, a constant reminder of the environmental toll that progress has exacted.
As new factories rise from the earth—a mix of coal plants, shoemakers, and every conceivable enterprise driven by profit—the city’s gritty façade deepens. Rustport stands as a poignant symbol of both human ambition and the melancholy of a once-thriving paradise, transformed into a stark reflection of industrial exploitation and perseverance.
Points of Intrest
'Grandma Jenkin's Salmon Chunks' Factory and Depot - Originally built during the boom of whaling, this factory was built by Jess Jenkins who had lived in the town for all her life. Standing four stories high with barely any windows, this factory produces cans of salmon that are shipped out via boats. She is a mother of two and a grandmother of five. She was originally a fisherman during her youth but a fight with a Whaler Shark took her out of commission by devouring her left arm. She now stays in her factory, keeping an eagle eye on her workers.
Ye Old Trawler Tavern - Immigrant Siena Burnslow moved to the city of Rustport during an escape from her homeland in the island town of God's Nails. She was looked down upon as soon as she moved due to her being closely related to Goblins but she opened the tavern and now it's a booming success for those who come back from fishing all day. She sells the best Fish Blood Wine in town and loves a good card game. She and her wife rent out rooms upstairs but it's nothing fancy, just a bed, a dresser, and a tub.
Blubs and Deetz Armory - A newer factory, that has been recently built, is owned by two mysterious men who run a weapons factory. These weapons are said to kill even the toughest-skinned Dragon Turtle, able to pierce its shell. The factory is always busy, making these weapons and shipping them out but the co-owners are never seen, not even showing their faces to their own employees.
Twitchin' Tails Fish Shop - This little shack is owned by Harbor Bird, a Tabaxi who will constantly ask you to listen to his banjo-playing skills. He pays a good price for fish that he can sell to others for a mark-up. The public knows it but there isn't a better fish shop in town that isn't trying to sell you rotten goods. Harbor likes to know everything and always listens in on conversations so keep an eye out for if he may be listening to yours.
Mayor's Office - The Mayor's office is usually empty at the worst times. George Myers, a bloated man who looks like he would break the floorboards of any house, is constantly waddling around the streets of the city. He may seem good-natured but the city folk hate him with a passion for raising taxes on everything that goes on.
Rustport Docks - These docks stretch out for miles only to end in an abrupt halt halfway out to sea. Ships are docked here in even rows, each one different from the last. Fishermen are abundant here, loading in or off of their ships with catches. They don't care for the nosy type, quiet as the dead as they work.
Rules
1. Any OOC should have brackets around it or asterisks.
2. Any OOC fighting should be taken outside of this, in PM's or other.
3. Any 18+ action (Sexual) must be taken to PM's.
4. Gore is allowed here so do not join if you have a weak stomach.
5. The character level cut-off will be 20.
6. if you have read the rules, please in your first comment put the word 'ocean'
You arrive on a ferry named 'The Hungry Dog' to the town of Rustport, the morning fog coats everything in a soft misty blanket. Lanterns hung up against the dock squeak as they rock back and forth. Fishermen line the decks, preparing their boats for today, the soft hum of engines filling the air along with the murmur of voices. A sign, made of old drift wood, is pinned up on a wooden post, big words painted on in black paint.
*Ah the ocean, the bottomless depths and the endless underneath. I'll have to make something for this now, might bring Silver here. Cool looking thread, good job Wendi.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
*Ah the ocean, the bottomless depths and the endless underneath. I'll have to make something for this now, might bring Silver here. Cool looking thread, good job Wendi.*
*Steampunk!Max is liable to make an appearance. Not sure if he would be better or worse mentally since he wouldn't have the power of Middle McDonalds Management to protect him from his constant deceptions catching up to him.*
*Steampunk!Max is liable to make an appearance. Not sure if he would be better or worse mentally since he wouldn't have the power of Middle McDonalds Management to protect him from his constant deceptions catching up to him.*
Sailing in on a small fishing boat is a young man, about 25. He has emerald green eyes, short black hair, and is wearing all dark green clothes except for his black boots. There is a small swordfish hanging on the back of his boat. Over his black hair is a grey beanie and he has a blue overcoat. He starts to dock his boat carefully.
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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.
A man with long, red hair and an equally red vest is walking through one of the abandoned whale processing factories, trying to scavenge as many parts as he can before someone stakes a claim and converts it into something new. He's presently looking through equipment that was left behind, trying to find any that haven't been completely destroyed by the briny air.
Sailing in on a small fishing boat is a young man, about 25. He has emerald green eyes, short black hair, and is wearing all dark green clothes except for his black boots. There is a small swordfish hanging on the back of his boat. Over his black hair is a grey beanie and he has a blue overcoat. He starts to dock his boat carefully.
A man, wearing thick clothing, stands on the dock. He watches him approach the docks, holding a lantern in one hand to guide him through the foggy weather. He has a short beard and brown hair that is cut short, his eyes a bright crimson color. "Oi, hello there!"
Sailing in on a small fishing boat is a young man, about 25. He has emerald green eyes, short black hair, and is wearing all dark green clothes except for his black boots. There is a small swordfish hanging on the back of his boat. Over his black hair is a grey beanie and he has a blue overcoat. He starts to dock his boat carefully.
A man, wearing thick clothing, stands on the dock. He watches him approach the docks, holding a lantern in one hand to guide him through the foggy weather. He has a short beard and brown hair that is cut short, his eyes a bright crimson color. "Oi, hello there!"
He looks up, smiling as he tosses the man the cleat. "Hail and well met!" the young man says
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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.
A man with long, red hair and an equally red vest is walking through one of the abandoned whale processing factories, trying to scavenge as many parts as he can before someone stakes a claim and converts it into something new. He's presently looking through equipment that was left behind, trying to find any that haven't been completely destroyed by the briny air.
He hears the sound of heels clicking up behind him. A very old woman, a very weird-looking seagull on her shoulder "Son, what are ye doing?"
Sailing in on a small fishing boat is a young man, about 25. He has emerald green eyes, short black hair, and is wearing all dark green clothes except for his black boots. There is a small swordfish hanging on the back of his boat. Over his black hair is a grey beanie and he has a blue overcoat. He starts to dock his boat carefully.
A man, wearing thick clothing, stands on the dock. He watches him approach the docks, holding a lantern in one hand to guide him through the foggy weather. He has a short beard and brown hair that is cut short, his eyes a bright crimson color. "Oi, hello there!"
He looks up, smiling as he tosses the man the cleat. "Hail and well met!" the young man says
"How're you son?" The man asks, helping him to dock.
Sailing in on a small fishing boat is a young man, about 25. He has emerald green eyes, short black hair, and is wearing all dark green clothes except for his black boots. There is a small swordfish hanging on the back of his boat. Over his black hair is a grey beanie and he has a blue overcoat. He starts to dock his boat carefully.
A man, wearing thick clothing, stands on the dock. He watches him approach the docks, holding a lantern in one hand to guide him through the foggy weather. He has a short beard and brown hair that is cut short, his eyes a bright crimson color. "Oi, hello there!"
He looks up, smiling as he tosses the man the cleat. "Hail and well met!" the young man says
"How're you son?" The man asks, helping him to dock.
"Good sir." he says as his boat is docked. "Got quite a large haul today." Thorfinn says
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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.
Through the misty waters of the city, a single man can be seen coming to the docks on what appears to be a rowboat, they row as if they had not spent days on the ocean, their clothes without stains of salt from the water or even the smell of water on them. They appear to be a human man, their skin slightly tanned in a black three piece suit with contrasting white gloves. They appear to be smoking a cigarette, the cherry long and red smoke billows from his mouth. He appears friendly as boards the docks, smiling softly as he tightens his gloves and looks around. He is relatively tall and very thin, his small glasses seeming unnecessary on the bridge of his nose.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
"Nothing is beautiful because it lasts."
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Ah yes, the dark and gritty city of Rustport. Nestled along the shimmering expanse of Iron Bay, this sprawling urban landscape is flanked by jagged black rocks that loom ominously above. The rocks provide a stark contrast to the vibrant, yet weary, orangish-red plants that cling tenaciously to their surfaces, their colors resembling rust that slowly consumes metal over time.
In its prime, Rustport was a thriving sanctuary for the magnificent Melon Whales. These colossal creatures, with their striking watermelon-green skin, would rise majestically from the depths, breaking the murky surface like playful islands on the horizon, captivating the hearts of those who witnessed their grandeur.
Originally a bustling whaling hub, Rustport's rapid growth was a double-edged sword, propelled by the insatiable desire to harvest these oceanic giants until they vanished from its waters. The shores buzzed with frenetic energy as waves of humanity converged from every corner of the globe, weaving together a rich and eclectic tapestry of cultures, dreams, and ambitions.
Towering factories dominated the skyline, their imposing structures alive with the relentless hum of machinery and the acrid scent of iron and smoke. These industrial giants worked tirelessly to process the sea’s dwindling bounties, while expansive docks stretched far and wide, welcoming a chaotic blend of tourists and traders, their vessels eager to explore.
The neighborhoods pulse with life, houses crammed together like sardines in a can, each building whispering tales of joy and despair. The vibrant streets are alive with the sounds of laughter, arguments, and the distant echoes of industry, a testament to the spirit of its inhabitants. However, a thick reddish-brown smog hangs heavily in the air, settling like a suffocating shroud over the city, a constant reminder of the environmental toll that progress has exacted.
As new factories rise from the earth—a mix of coal plants, shoemakers, and every conceivable enterprise driven by profit—the city’s gritty façade deepens. Rustport stands as a poignant symbol of both human ambition and the melancholy of a once-thriving paradise, transformed into a stark reflection of industrial exploitation and perseverance.
Points of Intrest
'Grandma Jenkin's Salmon Chunks' Factory and Depot - Originally built during the boom of whaling, this factory was built by Jess Jenkins who had lived in the town for all her life. Standing four stories high with barely any windows, this factory produces cans of salmon that are shipped out via boats. She is a mother of two and a grandmother of five. She was originally a fisherman during her youth but a fight with a Whaler Shark took her out of commission by devouring her left arm. She now stays in her factory, keeping an eagle eye on her workers.
Ye Old Trawler Tavern - Immigrant Siena Burnslow moved to the city of Rustport during an escape from her homeland in the island town of God's Nails. She was looked down upon as soon as she moved due to her being closely related to Goblins but she opened the tavern and now it's a booming success for those who come back from fishing all day. She sells the best Fish Blood Wine in town and loves a good card game. She and her wife rent out rooms upstairs but it's nothing fancy, just a bed, a dresser, and a tub.
Blubs and Deetz Armory - A newer factory, that has been recently built, is owned by two mysterious men who run a weapons factory. These weapons are said to kill even the toughest-skinned Dragon Turtle, able to pierce its shell. The factory is always busy, making these weapons and shipping them out but the co-owners are never seen, not even showing their faces to their own employees.
Twitchin' Tails Fish Shop - This little shack is owned by Harbor Bird, a Tabaxi who will constantly ask you to listen to his banjo-playing skills. He pays a good price for fish that he can sell to others for a mark-up. The public knows it but there isn't a better fish shop in town that isn't trying to sell you rotten goods. Harbor likes to know everything and always listens in on conversations so keep an eye out for if he may be listening to yours.
Mayor's Office - The Mayor's office is usually empty at the worst times. George Myers, a bloated man who looks like he would break the floorboards of any house, is constantly waddling around the streets of the city. He may seem good-natured but the city folk hate him with a passion for raising taxes on everything that goes on.
Rustport Docks - These docks stretch out for miles only to end in an abrupt halt halfway out to sea. Ships are docked here in even rows, each one different from the last. Fishermen are abundant here, loading in or off of their ships with catches. They don't care for the nosy type, quiet as the dead as they work.
Rules
1. Any OOC should have brackets around it or asterisks.
2. Any OOC fighting should be taken outside of this, in PM's or other.
3. Any 18+ action (Sexual) must be taken to PM's.
4. Gore is allowed here so do not join if you have a weak stomach.
5. The character level cut-off will be 20.
6. if you have read the rules, please in your first comment put the word 'ocean'
You arrive on a ferry named 'The Hungry Dog' to the town of Rustport, the morning fog coats everything in a soft misty blanket. Lanterns hung up against the dock squeak as they rock back and forth. Fishermen line the decks, preparing their boats for today, the soft hum of engines filling the air along with the murmur of voices. A sign, made of old drift wood, is pinned up on a wooden post, big words painted on in black paint.
"WELCOME TO RUSTPORT"
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- Pronouns: [He/Him/They/Them] Sexuality: [Panromantic/Demisexual] -
"So don't worry Tom, the sun will shine even into a heap of twigs." - Ahti.
*We may die in these oceans, but there is nothing to fear.*
*As above, so below. As below, so above.*
*Heaven is down*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Indeed.*
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- Pronouns: [He/Him/They/Them] Sexuality: [Panromantic/Demisexual] -
"So don't worry Tom, the sun will shine even into a heap of twigs." - Ahti.
*Ah the ocean, the bottomless depths and the endless underneath. I'll have to make something for this now, might bring Silver here. Cool looking thread, good job Wendi.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
"Nothing is beautiful because it lasts."
*Im trying :p*
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- Pronouns: [He/Him/They/Them] Sexuality: [Panromantic/Demisexual] -
"So don't worry Tom, the sun will shine even into a heap of twigs." - Ahti.
*Steampunk!Max is liable to make an appearance. Not sure if he would be better or worse mentally since he wouldn't have the power of Middle McDonalds Management to protect him from his constant deceptions catching up to him.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*So I assume this Ocean village is a sort of fishing village?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*The ocean shall see bout that.*
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"So don't worry Tom, the sun will shine even into a heap of twigs." - Ahti.
*ocean city (makes maryland joke.)*
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"So don't worry Tom, the sun will shine even into a heap of twigs." - Ahti.
*okie dokie*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Samuel Coleridge*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Sailing in on a small fishing boat is a young man, about 25. He has emerald green eyes, short black hair, and is wearing all dark green clothes except for his black boots. There is a small swordfish hanging on the back of his boat. Over his black hair is a grey beanie and he has a blue overcoat. He starts to dock his boat carefully.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*fish-*
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- Pronouns: [He/Him/They/Them] Sexuality: [Panromantic/Demisexual] -
"So don't worry Tom, the sun will shine even into a heap of twigs." - Ahti.
A man with long, red hair and an equally red vest is walking through one of the abandoned whale processing factories, trying to scavenge as many parts as he can before someone stakes a claim and converts it into something new. He's presently looking through equipment that was left behind, trying to find any that haven't been completely destroyed by the briny air.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
A man, wearing thick clothing, stands on the dock. He watches him approach the docks, holding a lantern in one hand to guide him through the foggy weather. He has a short beard and brown hair that is cut short, his eyes a bright crimson color. "Oi, hello there!"
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- Pronouns: [He/Him/They/Them] Sexuality: [Panromantic/Demisexual] -
"So don't worry Tom, the sun will shine even into a heap of twigs." - Ahti.
He looks up, smiling as he tosses the man the cleat. "Hail and well met!" the young man says
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He hears the sound of heels clicking up behind him. A very old woman, a very weird-looking seagull on her shoulder "Son, what are ye doing?"
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- Pronouns: [He/Him/They/Them] Sexuality: [Panromantic/Demisexual] -
"So don't worry Tom, the sun will shine even into a heap of twigs." - Ahti.
"How're you son?" The man asks, helping him to dock.
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- Pronouns: [He/Him/They/Them] Sexuality: [Panromantic/Demisexual] -
"So don't worry Tom, the sun will shine even into a heap of twigs." - Ahti.
"Good sir." he says as his boat is docked. "Got quite a large haul today." Thorfinn says
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Through the misty waters of the city, a single man can be seen coming to the docks on what appears to be a rowboat, they row as if they had not spent days on the ocean, their clothes without stains of salt from the water or even the smell of water on them. They appear to be a human man, their skin slightly tanned in a black three piece suit with contrasting white gloves. They appear to be smoking a cigarette, the cherry long and red smoke billows from his mouth. He appears friendly as boards the docks, smiling softly as he tightens his gloves and looks around. He is relatively tall and very thin, his small glasses seeming unnecessary on the bridge of his nose.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
"Nothing is beautiful because it lasts."