Title: Dark.
Description: xD
Description: xD
kyra_kiss. - August 31, 2008 09:18 PM (GMT)
Genre: Dark I guess would be the best way to describe it.
Difficulty: Intermediate. 2 paragraphs min, per post.
Type(s) of Creature(s): Humans. Vampires or any other creatures in their genre would be fine as well.
Preferred Rating: R+
Preferred Number of Members/Activity: 5 min., 20 max. I'd love the site to be active but not overly crowded.
Preferred Time where RPG is set in: Any time is fine by meh.
Other Notes: Alright so I love movies like; The Basketball Diaries, The Departed, Interview With The Vampire, The Boondocks Saints, Underworld, etc. How does that help? Well I wouldn't want anything soley based on the movies but boards with similar plots would be wicked.
I've always thought it'd be cool to find a board that is based in the streets and has cannon characters with intense issues like; drug abuse, prositituion, psychotic type issues, run aways, etc.
Now if there's anyone out there who doesn't already own a board matching the second paragraph but would be interested in createing one, pm me or message me over msn at chanel1on1@hotmail.com.
Difficulty: Intermediate. 2 paragraphs min, per post.
Type(s) of Creature(s): Humans. Vampires or any other creatures in their genre would be fine as well.
Preferred Rating: R+
Preferred Number of Members/Activity: 5 min., 20 max. I'd love the site to be active but not overly crowded.
Preferred Time where RPG is set in: Any time is fine by meh.
Other Notes: Alright so I love movies like; The Basketball Diaries, The Departed, Interview With The Vampire, The Boondocks Saints, Underworld, etc. How does that help? Well I wouldn't want anything soley based on the movies but boards with similar plots would be wicked.
I've always thought it'd be cool to find a board that is based in the streets and has cannon characters with intense issues like; drug abuse, prositituion, psychotic type issues, run aways, etc.
Now if there's anyone out there who doesn't already own a board matching the second paragraph but would be interested in createing one, pm me or message me over msn at chanel1on1@hotmail.com.
Blue Bloods - August 31, 2008 10:46 PM (GMT)
You should check out BB :)
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Deep in the heart of NYC, amongst the high-end shops and ritzy museums lies a secret hundreds of years in the making. The rich and powerful are not as they seem. In fact they are from an ancient lineage, that of the Blue Bloods.
They are vampires who's memories have been preserved through their past lives, making them extremely smart, strong, and lethal. They have more power than you can imagine... but something is hunting them. The Croatans, vampires that feed on others of their kind, hide in the shadows and for now it seems Blue Bloods no longer hold rank at the top of the food chain.
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- Friendly • Our staff are welcoming and our members are just the coolest. You should come by the chat and meet us while you browse. ^.^
Active • We've been open since January and we're still kicking. Members come and go like every site, but we usually have around 15-30 people active weekly, if not daily.
Variety • We don't like the cookie cutter Mary Sues and John Does. Psychos, Drug Addicts, All around A-holes, Old, Young, Males, Females... diversity is king!
Navigate with Ease • We try to make the skin and set up easy to navigate and organized. Everything is updated weekly so you won't get confused, and if you still need help staff's always on call
Creative Freedom • While our overall board is rated PG-13, there is a mature threads forum where you can be free of censorship and write your heart out
Plot with depth • Our vampires aren't your average run of the mill characters. They are the fallen angels, cast out of heaven and sentenced to being reincarnated on earth as vampires. They live life cycles, but when they reach puberty they start to get the memories of their past lives and realize what they are with the help of The Committee, the vampire undergound of NYC.
Book you don't have to read • While we are based on the Blue Bloods novels by Melissa de la Cruz, you don't have to have read the books to get it. We give tons of information threads for you to get a good idea of the world our characters live in.
Multi-dimensional • While you can get into the vampire aspect of the board, you can also choose to be a human with no contact to the vampires at all. Rpers have done this quite well and had fun too. So this isn't just a site for vampire lovers.
HOME | PLOT | ADVERTISE | APPLICATION | RULES
Deep in the heart of NYC, amongst the high-end shops and ritzy museums lies a secret hundreds of years in the making. The rich and powerful are not as they seem. In fact they are from an ancient lineage, that of the Blue Bloods.
They are vampires who's memories have been preserved through their past lives, making them extremely smart, strong, and lethal. They have more power than you can imagine... but something is hunting them. The Croatans, vampires that feed on others of their kind, hide in the shadows and for now it seems Blue Bloods no longer hold rank at the top of the food chain.
©2008, All Rights Reserved.
Badfaith - August 31, 2008 11:25 PM (GMT)
Angels is very dark and gritty, crime and law enforcement oriented, rebellion and political struggles ^^ you name it.
Cosmos - August 31, 2008 11:51 PM (GMT)
The people at Obsidian Rain (it's in my signature, I'd put a direct link but I'm short on time right now) have been playing it as more general fantasy, but I say in the description that darkness is abundant so more people who are into that kind of thing would be great. I also have a few urban areas (one's an outright slum, not going to lie) where you could play some of the 'darker' themes you listed.
Also, don't be fooled my the number of members. There's only about 5 that can even be called somewhat active. Not entirely sure how much of the rating you posted I'll allow, but I'd gladly run over boundaries with you first so you can at least see what we're about.
Also, don't be fooled my the number of members. There's only about 5 that can even be called somewhat active. Not entirely sure how much of the rating you posted I'll allow, but I'd gladly run over boundaries with you first so you can at least see what we're about.
Tapestry - September 1, 2008 02:16 AM (GMT)
I'd say that HTM fits what's listed.
Description: It's 2008 and vampires and lycanthropes alike are legalized citizens of the United States, recognized as more than monsters and endowed with their own rights. But that doesn't mean everything is okay.
New Orleans is slowly but surely recovering from Hurricane Katrina. A city known for chaos, it is finally getting back on its feet thanks in part to its were community. But that isn't to say it's safe.
Hounding The Moon focuses on a city that's been controlled by shapeshifters for the better part of a century. Things change, though. Discrimination is never far, and with it the possibility of the day-to-day world coming down on you. The threat of a takeover looms on the horizon -- the vampires want their city back -- and out there in the swamps, someone is watching, and waiting.
Requirements: Hounding The Moon is an 18+ game which is focused predominantly between instant messaging (AIM) and message board role-play. The primary character influence in-game are currently lycanthropes (prone to change as the story progresses), but we are also looking for people to play the human variety as well: normal folks, animators, witches, psychics, RPIT officers, etc.
We are not currently accepting applications for vampires, but that will change once the game gets off its feet and the game-wide storyline progresses.
Site: houndingmoon.tehdarkangle.com
Forum: htm.tehdarkangle.com
Description: It's 2008 and vampires and lycanthropes alike are legalized citizens of the United States, recognized as more than monsters and endowed with their own rights. But that doesn't mean everything is okay.
New Orleans is slowly but surely recovering from Hurricane Katrina. A city known for chaos, it is finally getting back on its feet thanks in part to its were community. But that isn't to say it's safe.
Hounding The Moon focuses on a city that's been controlled by shapeshifters for the better part of a century. Things change, though. Discrimination is never far, and with it the possibility of the day-to-day world coming down on you. The threat of a takeover looms on the horizon -- the vampires want their city back -- and out there in the swamps, someone is watching, and waiting.
Requirements: Hounding The Moon is an 18+ game which is focused predominantly between instant messaging (AIM) and message board role-play. The primary character influence in-game are currently lycanthropes (prone to change as the story progresses), but we are also looking for people to play the human variety as well: normal folks, animators, witches, psychics, RPIT officers, etc.
We are not currently accepting applications for vampires, but that will change once the game gets off its feet and the game-wide storyline progresses.
Site: houndingmoon.tehdarkangle.com
Forum: htm.tehdarkangle.com
Kitty5roses - September 1, 2008 04:11 AM (GMT)
Seven hundred years ago and more, a Black Widow saw in a tangled web of dreams and visions, a girl who would one day be Queen of the dark Realms, One who would be Dreams Made Flesh. This Heir to the shadows would one day grow into the Queen of the Darkness and rid the blood the the festering taint that had plagued it for so long.
That day has come and gone. Jaenelle Angeline, Witch, Dreams Made Flesh used her craft to rid the world of the taint spawned by Hekatah and Dorothea Sadiablo. All who were tainted have gone. Returned to the darkness from whence they came, and now those who are left must rebuild and once again rise from the ashes.
Forever Night is a Black Jewels trilogy RPG. Based in Anne Bishops Realms of the Blood, after the events of Queen of the Darkness. The blood in Terreille have all but been demolished, and those who are left must now rebuild and care for the ravaged lands. Useing their strength and their jewels to heal the land and it’s peoples. The dance of Queen and Warlord Prince, Court and Territory continue. Will you join them? And help the blood once more sing through the darkness and the Forever Night?
We don't have vampires and werewolves, though we do have some vampiresque characters. No werewolfes, but we have wolves. Feel free to pm me if you have any question or anything.
ombrel - September 1, 2008 03:41 PM (GMT)
Entry CXI
'I lived in the City of Antigonus, Novus’ager; a medium continent smack dab in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. We were on top of our game; had the sewage system placed under out city with running water and even gas lamp for lighting. Things were looking up to us on our place called home. But if you are reading this then you will notice I said ‘lived’…
Not long ago things started changing; our nights became starless and the wolves in our forest were becoming to come closer and louder in vocals and size. Sightings of large serpent like creatures, bears and even jungle cats were starting to show up at the edges of our City! My god, I though I ventured the forest through enough to know there were no jungle cats in the first place! How did they get there and how are they getting so big?
Then our idea of an apocalypse came; not fast but slow and torturing. Bodies drained of all of their life force; didn’t matter the age or statues, you could be a holy man or an innocent child; we kept finding bodies in the streets after a dark night. Some said psychopathic killers from another continent made it into the city walls as others; the elders of our humble city pointed fingers to witchcraft and things from storybooks and legends like Vampires. Though many laughed in their face… they are the ones laughing now if they made it out of the city.
It came hard and fast when a hurricane came off of the coast; bodies of some of our beloved and faces that had no name at all came from the darkness of the forest and sewers pale as clouds on a sunny day that combed the streets killing some innocence but it wasn’t to feed… no it was their way of luring out the strong to do the same thing they did to the innocent. We had no chance; we had to run and hide. Many went out of city limits and into the forest; but they were fast almost too fast. Many fell from exhaustion to be captured and dragged back to the city but by sunrise the city was sealed off from other escaping.
For the rest of us, we were lost in the wilderness incapable of fending or feeding ourselves. Through our exhaustion and hunger we were found by humans that lived in the forest we thought were hermits. If only we paid more attention. Fera they called themselves; looked, acted, ate and felt like humans but angered or other circumstances, they changed into animals. They aided us to get back on our feet and fight for what was ours in the beginning but most of all they gave us hope…
'I lived in the City of Antigonus, Novus’ager; a medium continent smack dab in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. We were on top of our game; had the sewage system placed under out city with running water and even gas lamp for lighting. Things were looking up to us on our place called home. But if you are reading this then you will notice I said ‘lived’…
Not long ago things started changing; our nights became starless and the wolves in our forest were becoming to come closer and louder in vocals and size. Sightings of large serpent like creatures, bears and even jungle cats were starting to show up at the edges of our City! My god, I though I ventured the forest through enough to know there were no jungle cats in the first place! How did they get there and how are they getting so big?
Then our idea of an apocalypse came; not fast but slow and torturing. Bodies drained of all of their life force; didn’t matter the age or statues, you could be a holy man or an innocent child; we kept finding bodies in the streets after a dark night. Some said psychopathic killers from another continent made it into the city walls as others; the elders of our humble city pointed fingers to witchcraft and things from storybooks and legends like Vampires. Though many laughed in their face… they are the ones laughing now if they made it out of the city.
It came hard and fast when a hurricane came off of the coast; bodies of some of our beloved and faces that had no name at all came from the darkness of the forest and sewers pale as clouds on a sunny day that combed the streets killing some innocence but it wasn’t to feed… no it was their way of luring out the strong to do the same thing they did to the innocent. We had no chance; we had to run and hide. Many went out of city limits and into the forest; but they were fast almost too fast. Many fell from exhaustion to be captured and dragged back to the city but by sunrise the city was sealed off from other escaping.
For the rest of us, we were lost in the wilderness incapable of fending or feeding ourselves. Through our exhaustion and hunger we were found by humans that lived in the forest we thought were hermits. If only we paid more attention. Fera they called themselves; looked, acted, ate and felt like humans but angered or other circumstances, they changed into animals. They aided us to get back on our feet and fight for what was ours in the beginning but most of all they gave us hope…
Some of us will survive and fight; But for others they will be Left behind…
Poisonedink - September 2, 2008 08:44 PM (GMT)
How about a Modern Horror setting? We definitely have the activity and member levels that you are looking for.
There is no war between lycanthropes and vampires. The were-folk do their best to avoid the night stalkers and the night stalkers do their best to keep out of pack affairs. While lycans rule the suburbs and vampires stalk the high crime end of town, they don’t mingle well. Their separation also allows them to remain hidden- hidden from the basic laws and physics of the one dimensional human world. That’s how everyone likes it and that's how it's meant to stay.
Atleast, mostly everyone. A modern Sherlock Holmes, John Alden is known for solving cold cases and puzzling crimes. It was only a matter of time before the missing persons, maulings, and murders would unearth timeless mysteries. John Alden has uncovered the world’s best kept secret and there’s a legion of supernatural beings that will stop at nothing to keep it that way.
John knows that no one would believe that vampires and lycanthropes exist, let alone commit crimes and murders. He also knows that these supernatural beings could never be incarcerated. But he could deal out his own justice, with help of course. The kind of help from docile lycanthropes and a few vicious vampires, has brought many to justice. Only those who have managed to remain secluded and unpunished are the witches. Their conniving and secretive ways remain a mystery to all, save for a select few who have gained enough trust to dive into their corrupted world.
The witches have remained unscathed in the dangerous city of Aldenville. Until recently. A strange case that was assigned to John Alden would just look like an ordinary woman attacked by a vicious dog while out for a jog to anyone else. But John’s knows better. He needs help to figure out why anyone would want to commit the first witch assassination in years. He needs to find it out fast before the witches turn on the lycanthropes. He needs to find it out before his whole city goes to hell.
Will you be brought to justice, or will you be the harbinger? Or… will you just go on through life without knowing about the supernaturals that live amongst you and others like you? You can only ignore it for so long. Even a young child notices when things go Bump in the Night.
At Bump in the night, there is all sorts of possibilities for plots- from joining in the new order, to taking various high-level positions that remain open, the possibilities are endless. Positions open include Coven leader, Witch Council positions, Pack positions.
We're mildly slow moving right now, but with the devotion of the members already on site, things are definitely looking to pick up. Join in now to get the positions that are going fast!
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There is no war between lycanthropes and vampires. The were-folk do their best to avoid the night stalkers and the night stalkers do their best to keep out of pack affairs. While lycans rule the suburbs and vampires stalk the high crime end of town, they don’t mingle well. Their separation also allows them to remain hidden- hidden from the basic laws and physics of the one dimensional human world. That’s how everyone likes it and that's how it's meant to stay.
Atleast, mostly everyone. A modern Sherlock Holmes, John Alden is known for solving cold cases and puzzling crimes. It was only a matter of time before the missing persons, maulings, and murders would unearth timeless mysteries. John Alden has uncovered the world’s best kept secret and there’s a legion of supernatural beings that will stop at nothing to keep it that way.
John knows that no one would believe that vampires and lycanthropes exist, let alone commit crimes and murders. He also knows that these supernatural beings could never be incarcerated. But he could deal out his own justice, with help of course. The kind of help from docile lycanthropes and a few vicious vampires, has brought many to justice. Only those who have managed to remain secluded and unpunished are the witches. Their conniving and secretive ways remain a mystery to all, save for a select few who have gained enough trust to dive into their corrupted world.
The witches have remained unscathed in the dangerous city of Aldenville. Until recently. A strange case that was assigned to John Alden would just look like an ordinary woman attacked by a vicious dog while out for a jog to anyone else. But John’s knows better. He needs help to figure out why anyone would want to commit the first witch assassination in years. He needs to find it out fast before the witches turn on the lycanthropes. He needs to find it out before his whole city goes to hell.
Will you be brought to justice, or will you be the harbinger? Or… will you just go on through life without knowing about the supernaturals that live amongst you and others like you? You can only ignore it for so long. Even a young child notices when things go Bump in the Night.
At Bump in the night, there is all sorts of possibilities for plots- from joining in the new order, to taking various high-level positions that remain open, the possibilities are endless. Positions open include Coven leader, Witch Council positions, Pack positions.
We're mildly slow moving right now, but with the devotion of the members already on site, things are definitely looking to pick up. Join in now to get the positions that are going fast!
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Timezten - September 4, 2008 05:42 AM (GMT)
Hm... I have one you might be interested in. It doesn't specifically revolve around the darker side of the human psyche but it does begin with a suicide. I hate writing too much into a canon because it limits creativity but it is a mature board so if you'd like to give any canon a drug problem, make them a sex addict, or whatever you dark mind can conjure up be my guess. I know for a fact that the hunter jobs are cause for more than those problems so it wouldn't stretch the plot in anyway. Ok with that being said I offer you Project: Salem;
Set in the near future, Project: Salem is a modern day witch hunt. Rated N.C. 17 for the big kids in us, I think this might be what you're looking for.
... Warning I'm about to post a long plot but personally I hate reading through these things to figure out what's going on so I'm also posting a synopsis. If you enjoy reading long plots then by all means skip the synopsis and read it. I think its quite good but I may be a little basis. And hey if you like the synopsis, read the plot anyway.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Spoiler Alert~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Synopsis: Salem is a secret military agency created to track down, capture witches. The main story revolves around a young witch capture by Salem and trained to hunt her own, the suicide of her former watcher, a Salem agent and national hero, a suicide letter telling all about the secret organization, and one miserable detective stuck between his job or revealing the truth.
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To whom it may concern,
However I'm not sure whom would be to concern with the ramblings of this old man any longer. But I still sit and write, I suppose we all want our story's told one way or another, for a man with no family I assume this type of letter is the obvious choice... Choices, the ones we have and the ones we do not, isn't that how these stories always being. For me, a man of my position, to speak of such explanations as the god or the devil is out of the question. However I have no choice for that is the only way I can even begin to phantom what I've witnessed during my time with Salem.
How that word brings back memories, ones not even this old corpse can forget. They told me I couldn't speak of it, S.a.l.e.m., the "Secret Association in League towards the Exploration of Magic." That was our official title but I'm no longer sure if I can believe even that anymore. Is what we were doing really exploration? The more I think about it the less I can accept it. No, I've always known somewhere, deep down, that wasn't exploration, it was extermination.
Oh god how many have I killed? How stained are these hands, that fumble to write these lines, in blood? It sickens me, just the thought of the pain I've caused, and the horror of her face keeps me from my sleep: hunting my nightmares. Its gotten so hard to even shut my eyes, that face, that face of an angle and a demon torturing me. Damned hand, stop your accursed shaking how many times will you force me to write this letter. Let me continue before I lose what little nerve I have left.
You may find this next part hard to believe, even after what I've witness I still have troubles believing. Enough with the run around, I've always been a direct man, that's how Ive lived my life, there's no reason to change now. Salem was created with the sole priority to hunt and capture witches. After they were caught they were taken back to our labs where they were probed, prodded, and experiment upon until ultimately there was nothing left to test: at which then they were disposed of permanently.
Then I believe what I was doing was protecting my country like any good soldier, and believe me I was damn good. You see I say was because; a good soldier never questions his superiors, he carries out his orders without hesitation and most importantly he keeps his country's secrets to himself: yes I was damn good once upon a time. But after what I've seen, at the end of my life I've begun to doubt what is most important. Is it being a good soldier, or a good human. I know I'm going to hell for the sins I've committed, there's no doubt about that, so this letter isn't the redemption of my soul but a plea for the rest of the ones I've destroyed.
I can't name them all, hell I can't even count them all, the live I've ended. But one, it stands out, I wish it didn't for it hunts me so, but it stands out. Her name I do know, Anisette Marie, I made sure they spelled it right on her tombstone. Beautiful girl with the saddest eyes I've ever seen. I suppose anyone's would be so sad witnessing there parents murdered before them. She was but a mere child and yet she still stood up to her parents' killers and in front of those monsters she summoned what little power she had to keep us away from their lifeless bodies.
I reacted like a soldier, like I was train to when facing a threat. No matter how big or small you crush it. I remember her name, I remember her face, I remember the weight of her lifeless body in my arms. She bleed the same blood, she cried the same tears, as did her parents. And from that day on I was no longer a good soldier. I questioned, I disobeyed, and now, on this tear stained pad I'm telling the secret: to whomever will listen. Here is my secret, here is my country's secret. I still felt heart beat...
I sincerely wish I hadn't,
Sergeant Major, James T. Fields
Imagine yourself a detective, you stumble upon a scene of an decorated officer in front of you, and a little over here and a some more over there on the wall. He no longer looks familiar but the name still rings clear, how couldn't it its been everywhere in the news. This years metal of honor recipient put a bullet threw his head a day after accepting the damned thing, how the news'll love to get a hold of this story. Sometimes they can just make you so sick you need a ci... right, right no smoking in the crime scene.
As you put that rectangular box of heaven back in you nameless officer one hands you the blood soaked letter in a plastic bag. Great your job just got tougher, "James T. Fields is a national hero... he will be missed dearly... the cause of death was accidental... a gun malfunction..." Gah who would believe that, a decorated soldier accidentally shoots himself in the face while cleaning his firearm. And this letter just put the final nail in the coffin, although you're sure that the higher up's will make this disappear too, they already have there story so why are you here. Well to keep up appearances no doubt. You have that promotion coming up and you'd hate to be passed by again, right?
So you do like a good little flunky should; you keep your mouth shut, when they call the press conference you stand there as the detective heading up the case, you give you sincerest condolences for the loss, and you rule the case as an accident and close it. That's what you'd do right? That's what Detective Avery Nickolas did, or was suppose to do. Stepping up to the podium he clear his trough repeating his sincerest condolences for the loss when his chief by his side nodding in agreement. Just the sight made Avery's stomach turn into knots so when it came time for the ruling he paused before delivering the phase that lunched a news frenzy.
"Ahem, James T. Fields was and is a national hero who's unexpected death affect the lives of many... he will be missed dearly. As of now the cause of death will be ruled as an accidental... gun malfunction.... However during the course of the investigating there was a discovery of possible evidence to a different crime. That is all the information we have until further investigation, any questions please addressed to the chief. Thank you."
Set in the near future, Project: Salem is a modern day witch hunt. Rated N.C. 17 for the big kids in us, I think this might be what you're looking for.
... Warning I'm about to post a long plot but personally I hate reading through these things to figure out what's going on so I'm also posting a synopsis. If you enjoy reading long plots then by all means skip the synopsis and read it. I think its quite good but I may be a little basis. And hey if you like the synopsis, read the plot anyway.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Spoiler Alert~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Synopsis: Salem is a secret military agency created to track down, capture witches. The main story revolves around a young witch capture by Salem and trained to hunt her own, the suicide of her former watcher, a Salem agent and national hero, a suicide letter telling all about the secret organization, and one miserable detective stuck between his job or revealing the truth.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
To whom it may concern,
However I'm not sure whom would be to concern with the ramblings of this old man any longer. But I still sit and write, I suppose we all want our story's told one way or another, for a man with no family I assume this type of letter is the obvious choice... Choices, the ones we have and the ones we do not, isn't that how these stories always being. For me, a man of my position, to speak of such explanations as the god or the devil is out of the question. However I have no choice for that is the only way I can even begin to phantom what I've witnessed during my time with Salem.
How that word brings back memories, ones not even this old corpse can forget. They told me I couldn't speak of it, S.a.l.e.m., the "Secret Association in League towards the Exploration of Magic." That was our official title but I'm no longer sure if I can believe even that anymore. Is what we were doing really exploration? The more I think about it the less I can accept it. No, I've always known somewhere, deep down, that wasn't exploration, it was extermination.
Oh god how many have I killed? How stained are these hands, that fumble to write these lines, in blood? It sickens me, just the thought of the pain I've caused, and the horror of her face keeps me from my sleep: hunting my nightmares. Its gotten so hard to even shut my eyes, that face, that face of an angle and a demon torturing me. Damned hand, stop your accursed shaking how many times will you force me to write this letter. Let me continue before I lose what little nerve I have left.
You may find this next part hard to believe, even after what I've witness I still have troubles believing. Enough with the run around, I've always been a direct man, that's how Ive lived my life, there's no reason to change now. Salem was created with the sole priority to hunt and capture witches. After they were caught they were taken back to our labs where they were probed, prodded, and experiment upon until ultimately there was nothing left to test: at which then they were disposed of permanently.
Then I believe what I was doing was protecting my country like any good soldier, and believe me I was damn good. You see I say was because; a good soldier never questions his superiors, he carries out his orders without hesitation and most importantly he keeps his country's secrets to himself: yes I was damn good once upon a time. But after what I've seen, at the end of my life I've begun to doubt what is most important. Is it being a good soldier, or a good human. I know I'm going to hell for the sins I've committed, there's no doubt about that, so this letter isn't the redemption of my soul but a plea for the rest of the ones I've destroyed.
I can't name them all, hell I can't even count them all, the live I've ended. But one, it stands out, I wish it didn't for it hunts me so, but it stands out. Her name I do know, Anisette Marie, I made sure they spelled it right on her tombstone. Beautiful girl with the saddest eyes I've ever seen. I suppose anyone's would be so sad witnessing there parents murdered before them. She was but a mere child and yet she still stood up to her parents' killers and in front of those monsters she summoned what little power she had to keep us away from their lifeless bodies.
I reacted like a soldier, like I was train to when facing a threat. No matter how big or small you crush it. I remember her name, I remember her face, I remember the weight of her lifeless body in my arms. She bleed the same blood, she cried the same tears, as did her parents. And from that day on I was no longer a good soldier. I questioned, I disobeyed, and now, on this tear stained pad I'm telling the secret: to whomever will listen. Here is my secret, here is my country's secret. I still felt heart beat...
I sincerely wish I hadn't,
Sergeant Major, James T. Fields
Imagine yourself a detective, you stumble upon a scene of an decorated officer in front of you, and a little over here and a some more over there on the wall. He no longer looks familiar but the name still rings clear, how couldn't it its been everywhere in the news. This years metal of honor recipient put a bullet threw his head a day after accepting the damned thing, how the news'll love to get a hold of this story. Sometimes they can just make you so sick you need a ci... right, right no smoking in the crime scene.
As you put that rectangular box of heaven back in you nameless officer one hands you the blood soaked letter in a plastic bag. Great your job just got tougher, "James T. Fields is a national hero... he will be missed dearly... the cause of death was accidental... a gun malfunction..." Gah who would believe that, a decorated soldier accidentally shoots himself in the face while cleaning his firearm. And this letter just put the final nail in the coffin, although you're sure that the higher up's will make this disappear too, they already have there story so why are you here. Well to keep up appearances no doubt. You have that promotion coming up and you'd hate to be passed by again, right?
So you do like a good little flunky should; you keep your mouth shut, when they call the press conference you stand there as the detective heading up the case, you give you sincerest condolences for the loss, and you rule the case as an accident and close it. That's what you'd do right? That's what Detective Avery Nickolas did, or was suppose to do. Stepping up to the podium he clear his trough repeating his sincerest condolences for the loss when his chief by his side nodding in agreement. Just the sight made Avery's stomach turn into knots so when it came time for the ruling he paused before delivering the phase that lunched a news frenzy.
"Ahem, James T. Fields was and is a national hero who's unexpected death affect the lives of many... he will be missed dearly. As of now the cause of death will be ruled as an accidental... gun malfunction.... However during the course of the investigating there was a discovery of possible evidence to a different crime. That is all the information we have until further investigation, any questions please addressed to the chief. Thank you."
Scaramouche54 - September 4, 2008 08:06 PM (GMT)
Don't let the banner scare you away. give the plot a read through. We have 19 members, actually. you did say 20 max. we're a baby board, too. Hence the lack of posts.
At Boarding school...
At Boarding school...
...no one can hear you SCREAM
Owen Academy’s atmosphere used to be full of excitement, love, and harmony. Nowadays, however, it is infected with unease, tension, and hatred. When the school first opened, everything was fine. The girls took to singing or dancing while the boys took to band or drawing. Acting was unisex; no one really cared who went into that. Things continued in this manor for a while until one year, several new students came and crossed the unwritten gender boundaries of the school. The popular kids were furious and dubbed these new students “outcasts” because they cast themselves out of society freely.
The popular kids ignored these new students and made sure they knew they weren’t welcomed. For a while, the outcasts took this exile and put up with it all for the love of their art. There were some outcasts, however, that didn’t like this exile. They rebelled by attempting to date popular kids, socializing with them, and being all around rebellious. The popular kids were infuriated by this and retaliated.
They planned what was to be the ultimate prank. They would kidnap an outcast, tie them up, and leave them attached to a tree in the school court-yard. That would get the point across to the outcasts to leave the popular kids alone… or would it?
One of the popular kids involved in this prank took it to a whole new level. He started beating on the outcast- as they were tied to the tree- and ended up severely injuring her. She had several broken ribs, one of which punctured her lung, several deep cuts, and internal bleeding, all of which led up to her death overnight. The school’s dean found the body, still tied to the tree, the next morning and immediately expelled the students who pulled the prank and pressed charges against them.
Ten years later, it is almost the spring semester of 2008. Rumors of a ghost haunting the halls of the academic building flew around the institution like wildfire and sparked the interest of several students. they formed a group and called themselves The Silencers. As a group, they planned a ghost hunt of all of the academic buildings determined to find this ghost and put it to rest.
But the night they went on the hunt, a dark chilly night over winter holidays, something went wrong. No one knows what happened that night, only that it happened in the Acting Building. The students went in, ready to hunt this ghost, but never left. the building, as well as every other inch of the campus, was searched from top to bottom. Not a single trace that the students were ever there was found.
Police were notified and the school was forced to close down for the spring semester. Now, it is summer and the school has been allowed to open it's doors again to students with the promise that rules and policies will be stricter and security will be much heavier. Students are no longer allowed to be out alone at night, all buildings are required to have security guards at all times, and all student organizations must be heavily monitored by staff. There are lists and books on the new restrictions for the school.
The students hate it. They rebel at every possible moment. From practical jokes on teachers to simply outright breaking th rules, it seems the entire student body is banding together against one force: the rules. When students with some of the top creative ability in the country join forces, who knows what will happen. But what was that whisper from around the corner? Was it the legendary ghost, Isabella, waiting patiently for her next victim? Only she knows. Think you can handle it?
The popular kids ignored these new students and made sure they knew they weren’t welcomed. For a while, the outcasts took this exile and put up with it all for the love of their art. There were some outcasts, however, that didn’t like this exile. They rebelled by attempting to date popular kids, socializing with them, and being all around rebellious. The popular kids were infuriated by this and retaliated.
They planned what was to be the ultimate prank. They would kidnap an outcast, tie them up, and leave them attached to a tree in the school court-yard. That would get the point across to the outcasts to leave the popular kids alone… or would it?
One of the popular kids involved in this prank took it to a whole new level. He started beating on the outcast- as they were tied to the tree- and ended up severely injuring her. She had several broken ribs, one of which punctured her lung, several deep cuts, and internal bleeding, all of which led up to her death overnight. The school’s dean found the body, still tied to the tree, the next morning and immediately expelled the students who pulled the prank and pressed charges against them.
Ten years later, it is almost the spring semester of 2008. Rumors of a ghost haunting the halls of the academic building flew around the institution like wildfire and sparked the interest of several students. they formed a group and called themselves The Silencers. As a group, they planned a ghost hunt of all of the academic buildings determined to find this ghost and put it to rest.
But the night they went on the hunt, a dark chilly night over winter holidays, something went wrong. No one knows what happened that night, only that it happened in the Acting Building. The students went in, ready to hunt this ghost, but never left. the building, as well as every other inch of the campus, was searched from top to bottom. Not a single trace that the students were ever there was found.
Police were notified and the school was forced to close down for the spring semester. Now, it is summer and the school has been allowed to open it's doors again to students with the promise that rules and policies will be stricter and security will be much heavier. Students are no longer allowed to be out alone at night, all buildings are required to have security guards at all times, and all student organizations must be heavily monitored by staff. There are lists and books on the new restrictions for the school.
The students hate it. They rebel at every possible moment. From practical jokes on teachers to simply outright breaking th rules, it seems the entire student body is banding together against one force: the rules. When students with some of the top creative ability in the country join forces, who knows what will happen. But what was that whisper from around the corner? Was it the legendary ghost, Isabella, waiting patiently for her next victim? Only she knows. Think you can handle it?
samaside - September 4, 2008 10:21 PM (GMT)
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WELCOME TO DELIRAMENTI ASYLUM
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- Despite being a hospital slash mental institute, the weight of death had never really dawned upon the staff of the Deliramenti Asylum until the passing of Dr. William Korsakov. Although the Seattle City Police Department had concluded his death as a tragic accident of natural causes (mainly old age), even the 'saner' staff of Deliramenti could not settle with such deductions. Because clearly, but Dr. Korsakov, like an old habit, was rather die hard. It was so strange and perhaps psychologically disturbing for the staff to have to accept that even men like him were simple human beings, like everybody else. His death had to be a suicide or a homicide. Either way, Korsakov could not have died like everybody else... Right? And so, the medical and psychological staff all pointed fingers at each other, blaming the other for the death of their employer. Friends stuck together, and if there ever were cliques within the Institute, then they had become more strongly defined in structure.
Of course, the other perhaps more 'normal' rumor buzzing about the lounging areas over the steam of scalding hot, insipid coffee was the matter of who would be the next head of this Institute? Of course, James Breckenridge's name was the first name that everybody popped out. He had worked alongside Korsakov the longest, and had successfully worked his way up to the ranks of being the head of the Male Ward. Between himself and Julia Monroe, the head of the Female Ward, Breckenridge had the obvious advantage, given that he was more experienced, and well, although she was a successful and most definitely wanted psychologist, she had been a changed woman ever since the second asylum breakout, six months ago.
Even someone as alone and quiet as Breckenridge obviously gets the rumors through the cracks of his office, and therefore he, too, had anticipated his promotion... Of course, that was only to have it shot down with the mysterious appearance of William Chambers. Coming from London, England, he stepped right into the shoes of Korsakov as if it were his birthright. Of course, people would have questioned this move, except for the fact that even the toughest of the staff were frightened by Chambers' intimidating nature (if they had thought that Korsakov was intimidating, they hadn't seen anything yet), and for the fact that their former employer had left Chambers to take care of business in his own will. The mystery that arises here was that nobody had ever heard of Chambers in their lives. Not even those whom Korsakov had kept dear. Not to mention that a certain James Breckenridge, with his chance of a promotion crushed, seemed oddly... Twisted. Changed, in a way. He wasn't the Doctor that everybody had known before since the appearance of Chambers.
And that was when the first suspicions had started to arise.
As mentioned before, the death of Korsakov was surrounded by mystery. Of course, with Breckenridge's shady behavior, especially with the sudden appearance of Chambers, people started to suspect that it was Breckenridge that had framed Korsakov's 'natural death'. He had the motive, and he had more than enough medical knowledge to, you know, poison him or something and still make his death seem accidental...
The weight of having two major escapes (and no signs of recovery by the escapees who have been contributing to the once again increasing crime rate to the city of Seattle) seems to have harmed Deliramenti's reputation, which, of course, takes its toll on the (mostly) innocent staff of the Asylum. Whatever happened to its good old days of being the most recommended mental institute in the country? Was that not why some of the most talented medical and psychological staff worked here? And what compel them to stay? Reputation or not, there certainly still exists a charm to Deliramenti that keeps the employees getting out of bed every morning.
With a new kind of tension arising within the asylum, not only between colleagues but amongst fellow inmates, and between doctors and their patients, and rumors of Korsakov's suspected 'homicide' spreading, the truth will slowly unwind.
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formerly city of delusion; an advanced insane asylum rpg.
formerly city of delusion; an advanced insane asylum rpg.
Ryo - September 7, 2008 12:31 AM (GMT)
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| Well I think TNG would suit your "dark" requirements. (: |
The Year is 2012.
Countries worldwide have fallen like dominoes to the diseases of 'Greed' and 'Power'. With the United States and Great Britain gone, it was only a matter of time before the rest of the world fell victim to the same fate. Only one place was able to stand strong against this self destruction.
It's a world where the gangsters rule like kings and the good people tremble in their wake. How far will you go to become one of them? Or will you become another nameless corpse on the street? In a world where the Gangs rule everything from police stations to grocery stores, will you be the last one standing in the end?
But what lurks in the shadows of Japan is much worse than any gang or weapon. Welcome to the city of Nihon, Japan, a city that will see brighter days ahead...the only catch is, can everyone stay alive long enough to witness peace?
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Welcome to The Nihon Gate?. We hope you enjoy your stay.
“They say the world is changin'...and I believe 'em.”
Keira Blacktalon - September 7, 2008 05:18 AM (GMT)
Give SoN a go, we're a modern horror site and support all sorts of savage horror species like but not limited to: Vampires, Werewolves, Gargoyles, Demons, Angels, Doppelgangers, Shifters, Witches etc.
http://z10.invisionfree.com/UL_Shadows_of_...dex.php?act=idx
http://z10.invisionfree.com/UL_Shadows_of_...dex.php?act=idx
Stefan Marko - September 7, 2008 06:42 AM (GMT)
Whatsoever I've feared has come to life
And Whatsoever I've fought off became my life
Just when everyday seemed to greet me with a smile
Sunspots have faded
Now I'm doing time
Now I'm doing time
Cause I fell on black days
I fell on Black days
Imagine a world that is dark and bleak, desolate and lonely. One in which heroes of the past have fallen into darkness while new ones must arise to save the world and it's inhabitants from the final showdown. Not just an apocalypse but armageddon! It started as a ripple in a pond when Buffy and crew shut down the Hellmouth or rather they believed they did....they had only opened the door...
Whomsoever I've cured I've sickened now
Whomsoever I've cradled I've put you down
I'm a search light soul they say
But I can't see it in the night
I'm only faking when I get it right
When I get it right
Cause I fell on black days
Evil had been released but still it waited, buying it's time. Waiting for the perfect moment to strike! Angel and crew took down Wolfram and Hart or rather the LA branch and literally awoke the sleeping dragons. Then it happened, what everyone feared - one final violent earthquake created by the evil law firm and California broke away from the rest of the states and sunk beneath the ocean's depths. Two survivors remained standing, Angel and his son Connor but they've changed....and the door was opened just a little wider...
I fell on Black days
How would I know
That this could be my fate
How would I know
That this could be my fate
In turn these chain of events caused the earth to rumble and hell to roar, the Devil's gates slammed back open and with no one there to close it, evil poured forth it's minions to conquer and devour the earth! Some will fight and climb their way out of hell since they were technically never dead and were just spending time down in the devil's basement for a little recreational torture.
So what you wanted to see good has made you blind
And what you wanted to be yours has made it mine
So don't you lock up something that you wanted to see fly
Hands are for shaking
No, not tying
No, not tying
To survive, you have to be strong, gotta be tough and sometimes that even means leaving behind those you love. Just ask one Buffy Summers about that. The world is changing fast, daylight is slipping away from us as darkness descends to over power those that would stand against it and fight. This is hell on earth ladies and gentlemen, dark days....frightening times....do you have what it takes to survive? Knowing that we all....have fell on black days?
I sure don't mind a change
I sure don't mind a change
Yeah, I said sure dont mind, I sure dont mind the change
I sure dont mind the change
Cos I fell on black days
I fell on black days
How would I know
That this could be my fate
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Demon Child - September 8, 2008 08:48 PM (GMT)
- We allow vampires and werewolves, as well as people with special powers; though people here just pick people or creatures with magic. O-o; The site over-all rating is PG-13, though some go over that, but they don’t violate the ToS of the board, so all’s good. We have around 100 members, but 20-30 get on every day; so I wouldn’t say it’s so crowded. So far, we fit everything you asked for— Minus the movie and member part, but you might not have taste for us; but either or, I hope you find what you’re looking for. ^^
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Hello there and welcome to a kingdom deep in your imagination known as Zireling Kingdom, an intermediate and above medieval fantasy site. By intermediate, we simply mean over a paragraph per post, which most of our members do without hesitation or problem. Zireling is set in medieval-like times; meaning there are no cell-phones, pagers, microwaves, or video game consuls, just yourself and anything you can use for protection. Fantasy means unreal, and so Zireling welcomes most magical abilities although not all characters have them—it is completely up to you.
Ever seen a man with wings on his back and a fluffy tail? How about a human-sized elephant walking in the streets? Zireling has limitless races and our dictionary holds only a hand full of them because just about anything you can think up you can role play. So go on and explore your mind, make a race up; it is completely safe and no one will be mad. Even races that became extinct due to slavery or hunting can be renewed thanks to magic and the kingdom itself.
You will role play in the diverse land of Zireling. It ranges from the massive kingdom to other areas of the world; like rain-forests, deserts, frozen mountains, and volcanic lands, not to mention those lands that have yet to be discovered. There is also an underwater kingdom of Illanis that opposes Zireling Kingdom in a silent way, almost unseen by keen eyes. Over time, smaller cities started to appear in Zireling; but none can match the great and original Zireling Kingdom.
Zireling has a regular based year. From spring, to summer, to fall, then winter; no other seasons are out there. Although no cars, cell phones, or any electronic media are around, it does not mean that there could be advances in certain areas so that maybe something may be created. Over time during secret battles against the King some of the opposing sides have created guns. Small in size and a pain to load but they still dealt mass damage to anyone that gets in the bullet’s path.
When you are a guest most of Zireling is hidden and unavailable for you to see. That is not being rude or mean to you, but we would like our members to have some kind of safety and privacy. Once you become a member you will be able to see everything except the staff board; ain't that grand? Not to mention when you become a member you can create your most unique character and have them believe in gods and goddesses if you like. Or perhaps you want to join an occult, organization, or a guild? Zireling is full of fun and possibilities to explore.
This site has been open since January of 2007 and has been growing strong ever since. Sure, this site has had its own ups and downs, but what site hasn't? Zireling is a fun community that would love to have you as a member if you have no problem reading and obeying the rules—as long and annoying they may be they are common sense really. Plots and mini-plots can be created as well as almost anything else. Have a race you want us to add to the dictionary; want a new occupation; need a house or shop for your character? Go on and ask a staff member about it, chances are you’ll get what you want.
If you have imagination and the willingness to join and try to have fun, then you will fit perfectly into Zireling. From magic to royalty; from guilds to weapons; and from you being a simple guest to being an outstanding member, Zireling is waiting for you. Though Zireling has a lot of members to some, do not be afraid; it just makes things more fun. Remember, if you have a question all you have to do is ask and we shall answer. ^^
We offer here at Zireling:
• A dictionary of races, occupations, and classes.
• Many role playing boards.
• Several skins.
• A map of Zireling.
• Lots of contests to partake in.
• Staff positions available.
• Friendly and active members.
• Own sub-plots allowed.
• Character charts for entertainment.
• Much, much, more! =)
Melissa - September 10, 2008 03:42 AM (GMT)
In the mists of time, long before Saetan was called to make his legend in the realms, wearing the darkest of jewels, the Black. Long before he used that power to rub the entire territory of Zuulman out of existence. Long before the coming of the most powerful witch to walk the realms. The dark weaving of Mother Night calls you from the comfort of the Darkness to bring you forth into a world of light and conflict.
In the glaring Light you see edges and differences that had no meaning in the Darkness, differences in race and social status, leading to conflict with ones self, your neighbors, sometimes all the world. You have been born into a world where violent emotions of hate, fear, jealousy and anger, especially anger, can erupt for the smallest offense.
You are Blood. Mother Night has given you more, a caste and the ability to wear a jewel. Your caste and jewel are yet more means to differentiate you from your peers and bring more hate, jealousy and delicious anger. Yes delicious anger, for your jewel can channel your anger into power, power to strike your enemies and power to frighten your friends. It is indiscriminate, cold, and dark, the darker the more powerful and frightening.
Simply by being Blood you are dangerous to all around you, everyone sensitive to the chill in the air that announces one of the Blood tapping into the dark depths of their jewel. It is the calm, cold, still moment before all that anger and dark power erupts upon the world in dark violence destroying all that are not protected by the power of an even darker jewel. There is no jewel darker than the Black. When Blood wearing Black go cold all you can do is summon your courage. There is no place you can run to, no one to whom you can pray. You have to summon the courage to take the anger that fuels the Black away, to lead the Blood gone cold from the killing edge.
It can't be all anger, hate and conflict that the Light offers, for Mother Night could not be so cruel to call you to a world so harsh as to offer only pain. The jewels gifted to the blood respond to, enhance and violently manifest all emotions not just the destructive ones. Blood will sing to Blood, jewels will sing to jewels, lords will sing to witches and Princes will sing to Queens, the darker the Blood and the jewels the more violent the passion and the more beautiful the song.
What will be your song? Will be a song of pain full of the wild notes of war, conflict and death? Will it be a song of celebration strong enough to stir the ancient hearts of the dragons still rumored to live in the realms, thanking them for the gifts they bestowed to the Blood? Will it be a song of sorrow, a keening howl or mournful dirge, deep and dark enough to blunt the edges and ease the anger? Will your song call to all the Blood of the ages resonant with a violent joyful power, transformative to all it touches and born from the deepest love?
Somewhere a weaver of dark webs calls the silken strands of joy, pain, sorrow and celebration left in your passing and the passing of all the Blood. Black strands of the darkest power fitted one to the other into the darkest web, forming the shape of a dream, and one day that dream will be made flesh, calling Witch to the realms.
Welcome into the world. Welcome to the Darkest Web.
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The Darkest Web is a mature, advanced role-playing board based off of Anne Bishop’s Black Jewel Trilogy. In a time of blood and tribulation, we are forging our own tales about the men and women that make up the Blood Race. Romance, war, and scandals fill up the pages of our book as we tell the stories of those that could become legends. The Darkest Web has been an active board for two years now, and we plan on being around for many more to come. We have wonderful administration team and very active players. We are always looking for new players and new ideas. We would love to have you.
Zippy - September 10, 2008 09:04 PM (GMT)
Hi kyra_kiss.,
I'm not a hundred percent sure we're exactly what you're looking for, but what the hell. It's worth a shot, right?
Genre ◊ The Black Pullet is a Harry Potter AU board, but only in the sense that we do not discuss any of the stories or characters that are dealt with in the books. We have our own issues in Magical Ireland and our own troubles with dark wizards; we have simply borrowed the magic and creatures from Harry Potter. We have a general plot guiding our story as well as admin controlled devices (Newspapers, Gossip, Fate, Radio, Townspeople) that steer things in many new directions. There is freedom to explore your own storylines as well as to react to what is happening around you. We don't have anyone living on the streets (yet) but it could easily happen. Dark times are brewing and people have been arrested and sent to jail.
Difficulty ◊ We are listed as advanced, but without the attitude. We want to see good story writers but we don't get upset about typos or patchy grammar. We have no minimum word requirement but we like to see at least two paragraphs. Most of our posts are in the 3-5 paragraph range.
Type(s) of Creature(s) ◊ Right now our characters are all human and three werewolves (who interact as humans), with the odd goblin, house elf or troll thrown in. We are open to any creature in the HP world.
Preferred Rating ◊ We are ‘R’ rated, but mature threads are not on the main board and only the writers themselves can ever read them. Swearing is allowed, with only the F word changed to "feck" (we are in Ireland, after all).
Preferred Number of Members/Activity ◊ We're not huge but we are active. Since March we've been averaging about 12 posts per day. There is nearly always someone around with whom to post.
Preferred Time where RPG is set in ◊ The Black Pullet is set in 1969 and the town is very backward. There's no television -- people get their news by radio or the newspapers. They eschew cars and broom travel in favor of horses, trains and boats. Clothing styles date to around the Edwardian period, though young folks have been wearing more modern styles despite the bad looks the receive. Many who live here are fisherman or farmers. They like their ways and are suspect of those who want to rock the boat.
Note: Some forums are not visible until you are accepted.
If you have any questions feel free to PM me here. You can click on my signature to take you to the Black Pullet. Hope to see you soon.
I'm not a hundred percent sure we're exactly what you're looking for, but what the hell. It's worth a shot, right?
Genre ◊ The Black Pullet is a Harry Potter AU board, but only in the sense that we do not discuss any of the stories or characters that are dealt with in the books. We have our own issues in Magical Ireland and our own troubles with dark wizards; we have simply borrowed the magic and creatures from Harry Potter. We have a general plot guiding our story as well as admin controlled devices (Newspapers, Gossip, Fate, Radio, Townspeople) that steer things in many new directions. There is freedom to explore your own storylines as well as to react to what is happening around you. We don't have anyone living on the streets (yet) but it could easily happen. Dark times are brewing and people have been arrested and sent to jail.
Difficulty ◊ We are listed as advanced, but without the attitude. We want to see good story writers but we don't get upset about typos or patchy grammar. We have no minimum word requirement but we like to see at least two paragraphs. Most of our posts are in the 3-5 paragraph range.
Type(s) of Creature(s) ◊ Right now our characters are all human and three werewolves (who interact as humans), with the odd goblin, house elf or troll thrown in. We are open to any creature in the HP world.
Preferred Rating ◊ We are ‘R’ rated, but mature threads are not on the main board and only the writers themselves can ever read them. Swearing is allowed, with only the F word changed to "feck" (we are in Ireland, after all).
Preferred Number of Members/Activity ◊ We're not huge but we are active. Since March we've been averaging about 12 posts per day. There is nearly always someone around with whom to post.
Preferred Time where RPG is set in ◊ The Black Pullet is set in 1969 and the town is very backward. There's no television -- people get their news by radio or the newspapers. They eschew cars and broom travel in favor of horses, trains and boats. Clothing styles date to around the Edwardian period, though young folks have been wearing more modern styles despite the bad looks the receive. Many who live here are fisherman or farmers. They like their ways and are suspect of those who want to rock the boat.
Note: Some forums are not visible until you are accepted.
If you have any questions feel free to PM me here. You can click on my signature to take you to the Black Pullet. Hope to see you soon.