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HELLO TO ONE AND ALL this is a Horror Survival RP so it uses a survival system not a combat system, think amnesia the dark decent, so go ahead and throw a chair at the antagonist see what happens. In this world there are such things as witches, werewolves, and vampires but that doesn't mean the bad guy is one of them. The survival system works in three stages the initial encounter, Flight or Fight, the second is ether how well you did in the fight or running away. the third only happens when you did poorly in the second step, Its the true survival instinct. Also there are no classes just jobs that might or might not factor in.
Please set up your character like this
Name
Age
position of family:(dad, son, mom, daughter)
Number of family(wife, husband, Children, Bothers siblings and parents are optional if you want them to be with you)
Job( i would prefer if you choose different jobs than one another, also please make them like any village would have like a black smith or a baker)
Belief(how religious are you: not really, mild, enthusiast,)
Morality(Bad = better survival as good = better speech)

Example
Dan
24
father
Family: 2= wife: emily(22), son: Nathan (8 months)
Hunter
mild
good

In the North a small village called Sliverstone maintains a fragile existence as a dark past haunts it and the devil's shadows thrive around it. A vampire covenant lies only miles away and is the only Nobility for miles. As of ancient tradition a nobleman must take care of the people in his realm but Silverstone has never asked for help for fear of the Church's damnation. In the plains to the west a pack of werewolves flock and survive the harsh winters in the nearby forest that connects to Silverstone. The economy is mainly secured by the quarry but in recent years the timber industry has found impressive spikes in the market. Unfortunately the forest is protected by the wolves who find at as a haven from the hunters and winter's bite.
The dark past of Silverstone began twenty years ago when a southern mercenary arrived at Silverstone from a bloody battle. His body was dead but he moved around like he never had a scratch on him. His skill was remarkable but his skill was dreaded as he was blood thirsty and he had begun slowly wiping out the village's population. A prayer that one time was thee most holiest of all who after years of detachment had lost its name. The mercenary would sing it while he killed and some thought god was giving him his immortality while the village priest denied that possibility ever being true.
It wasn't until one of the vampires were slain that the covenant got involved and the holy guard sent weeks ago arrived both had to work together and yet with their combined might they couldn't kill him but nearly crucify where he was slowly drain of all blood and power and still he lived. He was placed on a cliff facing the River of God said to be bless enternally by god so the mist of the river will cleanse the unholy soul that clings to life. Since then strange deaths have been reported regularly every year.

Sam
19
son
Father was killed by a werewolf when he was 7, Mother still alive.
Guard
revenge is his belief
neutral

A couple more and it will be good

Nicholas Bishop
27
son
only child, Mother dead, Father still alive
Smuggler
mildly religious
Bad at first(He used to never care what he was smuggling until he was tricked by vampires into smuggling humans, now he questions himself has been turning to religion)
equipment-knows basic magic, longbow, hunting knife

Jarrik the Mace
34
Father(Father was a mercenary, mother was a camp follower)
Family 3: Wife who was a former prostitute from the south, 3 year old daughter, and a 4 year old 'son' who he rescued out of compassion after razing a village
Mercenary/Outlaw(when no work he raids merchant caravans from the south, left a large mercenary company after razing of his 'son's village)
Not Religious due to having comitted many heinous acts and not having suffered retribution.
Evil with the occasional good moment(As long as he is recieving coin he does not care what the job is)
Equipment: Chainmail, Longaxe, Bow

Name: Matthaias Garrison

34

family: brother: Jerome Garrison

former soldier and sailor: works as the village commander of the watch, along with his brother Jerome, deputy Charles Marn and deputy Sam (black templar)

Religious status: he has seen 'too damn much evil that walks the earth with normal people' to believe that any god cares for its people.

cynical: bit of a bastard really (think Sam Vimes)

equipment: boarding axe, one sided blade, crossbow.

equipment: Jerome: short sword, truncheon, lantern

equipment: Charles: truncheon, lantern, pike.

ref pic:

I've decided to add in a few NPCs that you guys can talk to at any time your close by.

Richard Whintfield: a young man who is left the largest farm in the village, Is lower nobility in terms of the village's economy, known for being slightly strange and a social outcast.

George blunk: the owner and sole operator of the only bank in Silverstone. he is the by far the richest man in the village as well as the fattest and greediest.

Father O'Maerian: a old man who lived through the horrors of the massacre and the one to declare the lullaby a sin to sing. Believe himself short on time in every matter seeing that every one should bend their knees before the church and god.

Father Sasrus: A new priest in his twenties who just arrived to the village to begin bearing the duties that O'Maerian once held. He is a shy person, he would never admit it but he is a coward.

Docter Ragdoln: a war veteran who's body has been broken and ripped apart many a time. He was teased by the orphans in the orphanage he worked at with the name Ragdoll. He wears a plague mask to hid his ruin face. He is also a mute who carries a large note pad to communicate with.

Micheal Rinad: A foreigner from the deep south is infamous throughout the village for sleeping with other men's wives. to make matters worst he works for the church as the grave digger and care taker. He seems to friends with Ragdoln.

Lindsay & Elli Stake: are the last of the descendants of Hallen stake the legendary vampire hunter who at the end of the of his life negotiated with the vampires for the treaty sliverstone holds now. Lindsay the oldest is only seventeen and Ellie only fourteen, Lindsay works in the candle shop as a clerk and both sleep the shop's basement. rumor has them as witches, Ellie more powerful then Lindsay but in the end they're weary of most who come to speak to them.

the Geography of Silverstone is a highly dense populated town area similar to a city in structure and culture. this part easily has 400 out of the 600 citizens. the other 200 are spread out in farms and outer conclaves of houses. East is the only direction that farming is possible as the other directions are thick forest guarded by the wolves.

hmm...Wardragoon married a hooker...Poseidon Adventure, anyone?

ineptus astartes wrote:hmm...Wardragoon married a hooker...Poseidon Adventure, anyone?

Actually a good chunk of what I made was a direct rip off of a David Gemmell book

K i'll wait thill she falls into a pit of boiling water...(wich one?)

ineptus astartes wrote:K i'll wait thill she falls into a pit of boiling water...(wich one?)

(morningstar, hell even the name I chose is from that )

The game is starting, first of all read everyone's direction because it will sometimes give your character directions too.
(Sam)
a long day of guard duty made you slightly restless as you strip off the leather armor off the already stiff cotton shirt. Fall is slowly dying outside as rain is now becoming a constant soon the rain will twist itself into snow. Your thoughtful mother had biscuits and tea waiting for you in your room. You begin enjoy heart warming treat when a barrage of knocks against your front door drags your mind from the sweet biscuits. Frustration boils as you open the door to see your college Charles Marn.
"What the hell do you want? I already did two sifts of duty, if you ask for a third that biscuit tray is going over your head." you say sarcastically with a hint of anger.
"We have a problem." he says numbly
(Nicholas)
Its early morning as you hop the graveyard's iron cast fencing, you breeze through the grave markers trying to make it to your deadline. The newly birth light gives the graveyard a eerie look as you speed by. Micheal's shack has light dimly peeking through the windows. You prepare to launch yourself over the fence using a grave stone but as soon you made lift off, a shovel appears breaking your momentum and possibly your nose. You awake to see Micheal and Dr. Ragdoln standing above you with Ragdoln putting cold dirt in a sack on your bruised face.
(Jarrik)
You sit at the tavern waiting for the courier that was suppose to deliver some very immoral and very illegal substances to you. The drugs were known as Witch's brew, a special elixir that causes memory disruption and hallucinations. You had big plans for the banker Blunk but the courier never arrived. A sense of depression slowly climbs through your body while the alcohol didn't do its job. You paid your tab and left into the dark and wet cobblestone street. Ever since you look upon the mercenary still crucified and still breathing your luck has been horrible, every scheme falters and fails with you barely escaping the eye of the law. You look forward to see a man in a heavy dark trench coat Whistling a tune with his face covered with an expensive hat and a scarf. he seemed to be spinning a sharp surgical like knife. a sweet but ivy like smell flirts with your nostrils as you look upon the strange sight. You walk away from the masked man to go home and to wake to a up war of some notion.
(Matthaias)
You ride in a coach to the Wintfield manner to discuss some disturbing rumors being said in the market. Several pounds of corns have been found with blood on them. the main two rumors are One he is a serial killer trying to kill all those who look down on him and the other is he been sacrificing his farm animals to worship some dark and malevolent spirit. The fields consist of corn on both sides of the road only the rotting wood that is barely in a fence show the land boundary. the edge of sleep pushes you further in a haze. You've been up since midnight last night and this is your last assignment for the day. You get out to see Richard in a slightly dirty button shirt with a crazy hair and round glasses with book in hand.
"Whats with the visit?" he asked


been thinking this would pretty much suit this thread perfectly

is this in third or first person?

I light up a cigarette and take a draw. “Richard, what the hell is blood doing on your khorne?” “what?” he asks “listen I’m tired I had to sort out that widow Huxly business, then there was the thief that fell through that privy roof…now I find that there’s a suspicious amount of blood on your produce. Why?”

(OOC: I could not resist. The words “corn” and “blood” in the same sentence?)

I pull myself up and ask them where I was and what happened while checking to see if I still have my gear.

Jarrik shakingly woke up, the same damned dream that had been recurring for the last month. It was always the same, damn dream, he would find himself on the field of Verllaise in a field of bodies, some of men that he knew had died before the battle, and some that had joined the company after the battle but had died, moving on no will of his own he would find himself turning to see a mass of darkness moving towards him, always he ran from it until he stood before a gore spattered baresark and a priest tending to him. The baresark would look to Jarrik with a peculiar tilt and say "Lad, you are a killer, that wee thing behind you is no problem as long as you clear your head of all morals and just hack it to pieces" and always the elderly priest would slowly shake his head and say "Fighting evil with evil means only creates more evil. Son you must show it love, and with that you will stop it" and as what always happened before Jerrik could reply a sword erupted from his chest.

Shaking still Jarrik awoke to find his wife Orelia still sleeping, at least he had left most of that behind, most he ever did now was occasionaly guard a caravan, run drugs, and ambush the odd wagon. But even raiding the wagons stopped six months ago since his 'partner' Owen had been crucified for banditry, and it wasnt even Jarriks intention to stop with the individual wagons, every time he was given a report of a wagon moving north he would set up an ambush and wait for a week only to come back empty handed and hungry.

Walking over to a small crate he pulled out his armor and axe, 'if I did not find work again' Jarrik thought ' I will have to rejoin the company' and with how his luck had been for the last 6 months he would be likely to die and Orelia to be given double his share of whatever loot was found on that battlefield.

(OOC: that character of yours makes me think of Lonesome Dove.)

ineptus astartes wrote:(OOC: that character of yours makes me think of Lonesome Dove.)

(lol may be some unintentional similarities XD)

The Walrus will join shortly.

(whichever narration you prefer, personally i like first better)
Matthaias
Richard looks at you dumbfounded, He begins trying to explain that there were vermin that got killed, some must been on the corn and the worker must have been too lazy to get rid of the spoil corn. You see a womanly figure at the window of the house.
Jarrik
You have your armor in a sack as you walk out knowing the guard would arrest you for such weaponry. Last night's failure still bugged you as you wonder what happen. You hear some gossip of someone being attacked and thier courier bag held the skeleton of a recently robbed grave. You find yourself in the saloon next to the other would be mercs. The bar tender waves you over.
"Some jerk in a trench coat gave me this to give to you." he hands you a vial that the drug was contain in and the smell was the same from last night

shroud010 wrote:(whichever narration you prefer, personally i like first better)
Matthaias
Richard looks at you dumbfounded, He begins trying to explain that there were vermin that got killed, some must been on the corn and the worker must have been too lazy to get rid of the spoil corn. You see a womanly figure at the window of the house.
Jarrik
You have your armor in a sack as you walk out knowing the guard would arrest you for such weaponry. Last night's failure still bugged you as you wonder what happen. You hear some gossip of someone being attacked and thier courier bag held the skeleton of a recently robbed grave. You find yourself in the saloon next to the other would be mercs. The bar tender waves you over.
"Some jerk in a trench coat gave me this to give to you." he hands you a vial that the drug was contain in and the smell was the same from last night

What about me I asked them what happened and stuff

(how much blood was on the produce?)

"What the hell now? I want to have my tea and biscuits first then tell me." Said sam rolling his eyes back in anger.

His college replyed "Have them quick its important."

Sam ate the biscuits and drank his tea.

(sorry i didn't see your post, can you get a profile pic so your posts are more distinguishable)
Nicholas
You look around to see that you still on your clothes and all your tools, that when you checked your satchel. It only contain a shadow, completely empty. Your shoulders sank as you realize that the goods were worth a fortune and the buyer if he got his hands on you would kill you in some horrible way.
"Hey, do you know what was in your Satchel? If you don't know or can't remember here's a reminder." At that moment Micheal plumps a cleanly picked skull on your bed that smelled musty and felt well worn.

Sam
"Someone was attacked in the cemetery. had a pretty badly banged up face. He had an entire skeleton in his bag. It looks like he graved rob but that doesn't explained his attacker and Micheal swears he wasn't out doing his rounds yet." He explain while he tried to urge you into the carraige.

(was it a little blood or a lot?)

"I prefer not to ask questions, safer that way. But now since you've insisted on showing me I'm beginning to doubt that philosophy." I said to them. "If you would kindly return my things I have a delivery to finish, or else there will be big trouble. Most clients aren't the most forgiving people. I will take precaution however do you know where I can find some local muscle, or lawman."

(Think a standard size box was filled with corn. the exess space is blood. so yeah a good amount)

right. going to bed ATM cuz it is 3:39 am here

"Do we know what attacked him bandits or ghouls" Replied Sam as he dunked his biscuit in his cuppa.