Casual - Don't Fear The Reaper
A roleplay about mysterious monsters called reapers, which hunt and kill humans at night, as well as an heated debate about the existence of a giant reaper that can hunt in the daytime!
Reapers are bloodthirsty creatures of unknown origin, which seem intent on killing the citizens of Chicago. They come in multiple varieties:
Red Reaper (AKA Bonehead):
Blue Reaper (AKA Flashbang):
White Reaper (AKA Mongrel):
Black Reaper (AKA Nightwatcher):
Grey Reaper (AKA Javelin)...
CHARACTER SHEET (Up to two characters allowed per person)
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Job:
Personality (NO MARY SUES):
Backstory (Be simple about it, I haven't got time to read a novel (@V@)):
Weapons (If your character has no weapons, just say "N/A"):
The reapers attacked Chicago at 17:35, February 14th. There were many casualties. At 7:17, they disappeared. This repeated the next day. We don't know where they came from, we don't know how they got here, but we know what they want.
They want to kill.
These creatures are incredibly...
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RULES:
No Godmodding
No Metagaming
No Powerplaying
Be wary of others' feelings, but don't be a whiny arse either
Don't be an arse in general
Have fun!
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