monochromegalaxy
Lord of the Fries
Legend tells of a magnificent structure built by people of the Divine Bloodline, children of the gods themselves, as a gift to their fathers and mothers. This structure consists of tiers of gardens built in a land where it knows no water nor life, a paradise amidst a merciless environment; the structure reaching towards the sky. They named it the Garden of Evergreen, for nothing rots within the garden grounds, the structure infused with lost magic only known by the ancestors of the Divine Bloodline.
Hearing of this miraculous garden, many mortals hunger for its ability to render any form of life undying, and thus, drove them to fight against the children of the gods for the ownership of the Garden of Evergreen.
Amidst the chaos, the garden mysteriously vanished, or its location is simply lost and forgotten. The very mortals who dare to succumb to their greed and envy were cursed by the gods; a curse that causes them and their children and their children’s children to rot faster than an average human.
Thousands of years later, 2018, the Divine Bloodline have reached the top of the ladder, going under the guise of a celebrity, a political figure, a socialite, or a CEO of a powerful company and keeping their long life-span a secret. All was well, and most have eventually brushed off the legend and source of their immortality. However, one day, they received a reminder of those who lost so much thanks to their ancestors.
Reports of attacks all over the world flooded the news, crazed and erratic individuals combusting in populated areas. All allegedly shouted something before exploding, but so far, no one videoed their behaviour before they exploded, until now...
The room was dim, heavy curtains drawn closed. Chairs were lined up in front of a projector, men and women sharply dressed seated as they watched the footage playing, a variety of emotions on their faces. Most were disgusted and shocked, others seemed intrigued, one a little entertained.
The camera quality was one of a phone, grainy and horrible on the big screen, but was clear enough to show its viewers the subject of the video, a young, lanky male. He was clothed in black rags. His feet were bare and scarred, his face heavily creased with an expression of insanity. He grinned so much, almost inhumanly so, the corners of his mouth stretching far more than the typical human being. His movements were spontaneous and shaky as he swung a cleaver about, drawing blood from people around him, staining his snow-white locks red.
“Did you hear anything else from the guy who recorded this?” A blond young man asked, not taking his eyes of the footage. A similar aged man, who sat beside him, answered gruffly,
“Nah. The nurse wouldn’t allow me through.”
“Could’ve bribed her,” the college student shot back with a cheeky smirk. “Was she cute?”
“…no.”
“Mein Gott, would you two shut the fuck up?” A dark haired man, clad in a black suit, hissed. The two ceased their conversation as the eerie laughter from the albino in the video cut through the tense air in the room. He then turned to the cameraman, pointing his cleaver directly at the camera, staring into the eyes of the viewer.
“Graviora manent!”
A loud boom resounded from the speakers, then followed by silence as the footage went black. A woman raised her hand and turned to the older man by the projector, an expectant look on her face.
“Valentin, care to translate for us?”
“Heavier things remain. In other words, the worst is yet to come,” said the man. His lips were pursed into a fine line, wrinkles emphasised by shadows which only increased his intimidating appearance. As if the large dog at his heels, always guarding him, was not enough. “It’s a warning from the Fey. They’re up to something, and it definitely involves us. What they’re doing here is trying to get our attention, taunting us.”
“Where’s the proof in that?” The same woman queried, head tilted to the side and eyes narrowed. “The Fey died out a long time ago. And if our predecessors did happen to miss a few, they’re probably dead as well. Hell, if somehow they all magically survived after thousands of years since the Damnation, what makes you think they’re trying to fight us? Our ancestors beat them once, we can beat them again.”
“Underestimating them will not help us, Martha,” Valentin argued.
“And being paranoid over issues not relevant to us won’t help either. Valentin, we’ve got commitments to attend to,” Martha pointed out, gesturing to everyone else in the room. She was indeed correct, majority of the remaining Divine Bloodline have some sort of elite position. Being there was miraculous for some, for their schedule usually wouldn’t allow impromptu meetings all the way in the Swiss Alps.
“Those commitments won’t matter if this escalates,” Valentin stated loudly, close to shouting. The whispering died down, everyone’s eyes now on the man. Out of everyone Valentin's lived the longest, his blood pure. Their respect for him is immense. “And they’re not just a danger to us, they’re a danger to the humans too. I watched them build the world. I watched them conquer, enlighten, and grow. If it weren’t for them, your fashion empire wouldn’t be successful. There’s only so much of us in the world.” Martha huffed and crossed her arms, face red with embarrassment. Satisfied in her submission, Valentin scanned the small audience, all looking determined now.
“Everyone, I know it’s too much to ask of you, but this is a serious matter, and a mistake we as descendants of the gods need to fix. Only we have the ability to stop them, even if we ourselves didn’t build Evergreen and fight their ancestors. Now…” Valentin paused, walking slowly to the window and drawing the drapes open, the bleak sky and picturesque mountain ranges staring back at them. Valentin held a hand behind his back, the other clasped around his gold and mahogany cane. His large husky followed, sitting by his legs, blue eyes glowing. “If you wish to keep out of this matter, feel free to leave. Everyone else, let us begin.”
Sorry for the length! It's hard to get the idea through with little words and without some sort of context. This RP is a modern fantasy thriller and action, set around our time.
So basically, if you were to take part in this, you play as a descendant of the Divine Bloodline. You're sort of immortal. In this story, you can live for hundreds of years and cannot be killed (think Baccano for example). But for this one, you still will die after a few hundred years of old age. The purer blood of the gods you have, add a few more thousand years to you long as hell lifespan.
As for magical abilities, there will be some. It will be moderate abilities, like shared sight with your dog for example like Valentin. Or strength enhancement. Or, in rare cases, you might have wha they call a 'God Mode', where you summon the armour and weapons of your most direct ancestor (you'll probably have to talk about they with me first though :'D).
Your goal is to stop the Fey, dig into how exactly they survived and obtained the power to self combust, and along the way, discover more on what really happened during the Damnation and the disappearance of the Garden of Evergreen. I aim this RP to be for the more mature audiences, or at least, people who can handle some dark stuff.
Anyways, that's all the info I'm giving. I'll clarify other stuff later if this gains enough interest. This is just an interest check after all :'D But do feel free to ask questions!
- NPC 1
- NPC 2
- NPC 3
- NPC 4 (Valentin)
PS: NPC 3 is an example of what the Fey look like, just a heads up
Plus, they're not all the NPCs, just a few to show for some examples.
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