High Priest of Depravity
The sky always hungered, squirming with the consistency and curiosity of flesh and muscle upon a world that had lusted for its power and now lay beneath the scouring eyes of hungry, ageless powers. Great monuments of steel and stone lay in mocking, shattered dismay beneath the bacterial teeming and writhin of a passageway opened between the present and the immanent, the material and the immaterial, a world so full of chaotic and unregulated life that it spilled like a deluge of teeth, flesh, mandibles, and power unnameable unto a false realm of shallow rationality and structured rule. Swept aside in the vomited putrefaction of a gate that couuld not be closed, a new world was born festering and twisting upon the still gasping pseudo-carcass of the old. The gateway cannot be closed and you live in its wake.
You have always known this. Any survivors of the Cataclysmic Birth do. Those born since live with the knowledge that mankind is no longer a dominant life form on a world that is not longer its own become aware every time they gaze through shattered windows or void-filter screens. It is not your concern for the mockery of living humanity is condemend to. You are not leaving but returning to where you always will and always shall. Ruins lay endless across a pustulated world but one in particular has called to you again and again, even without recollection of whatever role it played in your past.
Recently, I've had an odd idea for a roleplay. The genre as you might imagine is exactly what it says on the tin. How it all plays out can be explained fairly simply.
You are an inhabitant of an Earth existing in the wake of an eldritch armageddon, one where it was not nuclear power or environmental disaster that spelled the downfall of man but powers of unearthly, grotesque origin that seeped not only into the Earth but the fabric of reality itself. This situation is beyond your power to change but that is not your concern. For whatever reason, you have found yourself wandering towards a mysterious city on some far flung corner of the world, one that exists beyond a gigantic flesh-like transparent barrier that pulses with uncomfortable life. Any fear or apprehension does not matter; by some force unknown, you are compelled to walk to and bypass this membrane-wall. This is how the adventure begins but this is where the "experimental" part of the RP comes into play.
You see, that backstory of yours is an interesting thing. You hold onto it convinced of its objectivity and truthfulness but that's the fun part; your character knows their abilities, their physicality, their equipment, their personality... but the actual pasts that lead up to this point? What players in this RP will create is what they believe their past to be. Having wandered this Earth in search of the Membranous City for so long, some perhaps wonder if it was all but an illusion or delusion created by the long, arduous voyage to the revolting place. Others hold onto it; a golden gleam of truth in a world of murk and decay. Some perhaps do not care at all.
One way or the other, this "backstory as you remember" is something players will not entirely control. As you progress through the RP, the GM (myself) will be able to play around with it - reveal internal consistencies and contradictions, the influence of external forces not accounted for, and the ways in which what your character believed their personal stories to be were perhaps not as they thought. How does this related to a pulsing, rotting, unpleasantly living city? Well, you'll see but perhaps the denizens of it can help you with that.
For your characteres, these powers can manifest in a number of ways. I'm sure you're all aware of say, Warhammer 40000, Mass Effect, and a great number of fantasy and sci fi settings. You can imagine them among those lines but do remember this is a grotesque power, one of flesh germinating from the foul energies of the Oneiric Chasm, of scything limbs of teeth and mandibles groping blindly out of wounds in the fabric of space, and of bolts of raging power twisting in flight as if alive, devouring flesh and being alike. I'll let your imaginations detail the rest of the ways these horrid powers manifest. Have fun.
Part of the adventure is not simply hiding from and hunting the eldritch dwellers of the post-Birth nightmare landscape, but interacting with the sapients who live the horror every day. While this is not exactly a faction-building roleplay, the powers that rule various areas of the City can be benefactors or threats based on your actions. This will come with perks but also drawbacks: not everyone gets along and your goodwill towards one may be viewed with suspicion by another. Tread wisely and realize that some of them may know more about you than you might be comfortable to know.
CHARACTER SHEET FORMAT
Gear/Items: [You don't need to list EVERYTHING here but just major things such as particular weapons and equipment that is "signature" to your character.]
Skills and Proficiencies:
Physical Appearance: [Images are handy but not necessary.]
Supernatural/Chasmic Abilities ("Magic"): [Note: focus not just on what it does but the general visible appearance.]
Augmented Physical Abilities: [Mostly an optional section for say, characters with heavy cybernetics, biological modifications, unearthly mutations, or some combination of these. Basically special things you can do baseline humans cannot.]
History: [Remember, this is not the "objective" history of the character but what they THINK they remember... and it can include the City.]