Carl
Not A Llama...
Hey to anyone & everyone reading this short Interest Check, as usual I'll start by noting a few key features of the RP Idea I have in mind below, before elaborating on the idea, as to make not anyone waste time on reading a wholeeeeee post before finding out it's missing the huff to your puff, the knick to your knack, the ... I'll stop. x)
Playerbase: 1x1
Setting: Modern/Current Day environment / inter-dimensional (Spanning multiple worlds)
Player 1 (Me): A man of adult age, with a job/family/life/etc who suddenly finds himself in the middle of a worlds-encompassing ritual that will decide the fate of more than 1 world.
Player 2 (You): One of the Dæmons who has obtained the right to participate in this rite, contracted to Player 1 on random and not opposed to using any carrot or stick in/out the book to get the upperhand in this rite to force the entire Dæmonbrood on their knee, under its banner.
Story:
Player 1 wakes up next to his loving wife, with his beaming lill' kids jumping up, down and all around the bed on a very blissful day, his birthday. Before long he had sent the kids downstairs to set the breakfast table and a promise to go visit the animal farm nearby today. After an amazing morning, he allowed himself some breathing time by reading the newspaper with a last cup of coffee, while his better half gave the kids a quick bath. Death, misery and mayhem all around the world; The usual. There was one news article that caused him to let out a sigh of relief though, the world hadn't gone to shyke yet after all. Apparently there had been quite a lot of shooting stars spotted all over the night sky yesterday, odd but the fact that it wasn't followed by 'And it crashed in an orphanage run by a blind old lady...' was good enough to make him forget about the strange phenomenae.
Unfortunately for him, he had been wrong on pretty much all accords, about everything and anything. The world had gone to shyke, a long time ago, time and time again. The shooting stars weren't odd nor a natural phenomenae, it was the beginning of another end, or the beginning of a new start. What was to come, was yet to be designed; Whether he'd be a writer or a reader, would be up to him. But the reality was as follows.
The human, divine and daemon worlds all co-existed, being aware of one another, rarely intertwining though. On this rare day, they would all mesh into one stew of slaughter and disaster. You see, this rite is to define the overarching Fräter of all 3 worlds and having the final say in any matter large-scale enough to justify the Fräter's intervention.
That person is always a human, but always aided by either a Daemon or Divine. The human contracted with one of the Divine or Daemonic, at random, and has to ally and/or battle other humans with similar contracts.
To make matters worse for the poor lad, his entire life had been a lie. The humans, unlike the Daemon/Divine, aren't chosen at random. They're ancient fragments of a wholer unity who are blessed to reincarnate in other vessels while their real self lies dormant in their bodies, it's where the term 'soul' comes from. But unlike popular belief, not every human has a soul and not every soul is unique per se, they're all fractured pieces of the bigger picture.
Now it's up to the man and his ally to overcome their differences and unite the shattered soul into one, by force or otherwise...
Write your own destiny!
Who's interested? :-)
Playerbase: 1x1
Setting: Modern/Current Day environment / inter-dimensional (Spanning multiple worlds)
Player 1 (Me): A man of adult age, with a job/family/life/etc who suddenly finds himself in the middle of a worlds-encompassing ritual that will decide the fate of more than 1 world.
Player 2 (You): One of the Dæmons who has obtained the right to participate in this rite, contracted to Player 1 on random and not opposed to using any carrot or stick in/out the book to get the upperhand in this rite to force the entire Dæmonbrood on their knee, under its banner.
Story:
Player 1 wakes up next to his loving wife, with his beaming lill' kids jumping up, down and all around the bed on a very blissful day, his birthday. Before long he had sent the kids downstairs to set the breakfast table and a promise to go visit the animal farm nearby today. After an amazing morning, he allowed himself some breathing time by reading the newspaper with a last cup of coffee, while his better half gave the kids a quick bath. Death, misery and mayhem all around the world; The usual. There was one news article that caused him to let out a sigh of relief though, the world hadn't gone to shyke yet after all. Apparently there had been quite a lot of shooting stars spotted all over the night sky yesterday, odd but the fact that it wasn't followed by 'And it crashed in an orphanage run by a blind old lady...' was good enough to make him forget about the strange phenomenae.
Unfortunately for him, he had been wrong on pretty much all accords, about everything and anything. The world had gone to shyke, a long time ago, time and time again. The shooting stars weren't odd nor a natural phenomenae, it was the beginning of another end, or the beginning of a new start. What was to come, was yet to be designed; Whether he'd be a writer or a reader, would be up to him. But the reality was as follows.
The human, divine and daemon worlds all co-existed, being aware of one another, rarely intertwining though. On this rare day, they would all mesh into one stew of slaughter and disaster. You see, this rite is to define the overarching Fräter of all 3 worlds and having the final say in any matter large-scale enough to justify the Fräter's intervention.
That person is always a human, but always aided by either a Daemon or Divine. The human contracted with one of the Divine or Daemonic, at random, and has to ally and/or battle other humans with similar contracts.
To make matters worse for the poor lad, his entire life had been a lie. The humans, unlike the Daemon/Divine, aren't chosen at random. They're ancient fragments of a wholer unity who are blessed to reincarnate in other vessels while their real self lies dormant in their bodies, it's where the term 'soul' comes from. But unlike popular belief, not every human has a soul and not every soul is unique per se, they're all fractured pieces of the bigger picture.
Now it's up to the man and his ally to overcome their differences and unite the shattered soul into one, by force or otherwise...
Write your own destiny!
Who's interested? :-)
