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Dust motes float in saturated orange light that peeks through the heavy drapes that obscure the grand but grimy windows of the Hackney estate. Elijah Strickland, regular party attendant, rises with the sun, following a trail through the house in order to collect his discarded things. As he holds...

...he grew up in a life of extreme privilege, and it shows - Extremely blasphemous, which lands him in hot water more often than not || Quirks || * Though he doesn't paint much anymore, he is usually carrying around supplies; usually to impress potential paramours and friends. * A relentless...

Zana heard the first groan of the infected only moments before Sybille could shout out a warning. Instantly, she was on alert, clumsily pulling her horse to a stop. She looked not forward at the gathering hoard but around them, looking for stragglers who might be coming in from the sides or back...

Sybille's panicked arrival did nothing but plummet Zana's resolve. It was like a swift kick to the morale, and she could see some of the others were made uneasy by it, whether they were openly showing it or not. Something had very clearly gone wrong, no matter how quickly the Doctor seemed to...

A clear note rang out through the empty room as Zana plinked a single key on the piano she was due to say goodbye to. The studio, a stripped-out and repurposed area of the former foodcourt, had been hard to acquire. Even once she’d somehow managed to scrounge up the capital to gain ownership of...

It was a little unsettling hearing her name coming from the taller woman's mouth. She was used to most of these Americans calling her Suzy, or worse, Suzanne. She wasn't opposed to the nickname Zana, far from it, she preferred it to the bastardisations or even her full name, but it belied a...

Whatever hope Zana had had for Sybille quelling her concerns began to disintegrate as the woman continued to talk. Rather than the confident leader Zana had seen in the past in brief glimpses and snatches, this woman seemed as though she had no idea what she was doing in the slightest and was...

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The character thread is up! @CXTXTONIC @Vagabond Spectre @Cherbole Characters go into the above thread - you grab the information from the template and fill it out. Feel free to look at some other character threads to see what they look like! Don't feel pressured to use fancy code either, it...

...of the character dynamics, so I hope to make those dynamics as interesting as possible. Examples of some jobs or roles a character may have/occupy * Physical experts - hikers, mountain climbers, survivalists * Scientists - physicists, biologists, engineers * Filmmakers - sound engineers...

No worries! The first step will be making up a character with a character sheet, which I'm setting up now. Feel free to DM me with any questions if you ever have any, not just related to this RP (:

If you guys are interested, I'll make up the CS thread and we'll see if anyone else is interested in joining after that, otherwise, I think 3 people is enough to do this :)

Quick bump :)

I generally don't put length requirements on posts -- all I ask is that a post adds something. Moving the plot along, interacting with others etc. As for frequency, I'll ask that people respond in reasonable timeframes -- a few days or so -- but obviously life has a way of getting in the way, so...

A semi-spooky semi-freaky little RP inspired by some of my favourite horror media. There will be lots of opportunities for coming up with strange and creative spaces that just don't quite fit with what we know of reality, lots of interpersonal drama and bonding, and maybe something to be afraid...

possibly interested :)

The rough brick of the alley wall scraped through Zana's thin cotton shirt as she braced against it, filing aggressively at her nail. Though it was obnoxiously hot, her dark clothes soaking up the sun, she wished she’d brought her jacket with her; she’d already taken the precaution of hiding it...

“No,” Zana snapped again. “No, no, no, you’re not lifting it high enough.” She grabbed the young girl's ankle and pulled it up until it was horizontal with the make-shift barre. “You’ll never–” Abruptly, she stopped, whipping her hand back as if burnt. “I’m sorry, kočka.” The young girl, Joey...

...the sole person best suited for a job - Sees other people as potential threats and liabilities rather than allies or possible friends || Quirks || * Often rolls and stretches her ankles and legs * Likes to climb to high-up places to be alone * Clicks her tongue often * Rubs her hands up and...

I'm interested, if you'll have me :)