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Fantasy Domus Oblitus Maximum Penitentiary Rp

SentientBowtie

One Time Luck
Greetings inmates and staff alike, and welcome to Domus Oblitus maximum security penitentiary. Home of all criminals too special, powerful, or supernatural to be contained anywhere else. This state of the art facility is self-sustaining and capable of holding inmates of all shape, size, and caliber. Our friendly staff are well trained in combat and rehabilitation techniques and are here to help make your sentence as enjoyable and rewarding as possible. Before you enter the prison please fill out these entry forms.


Inmate entry form


Name:


Species:



Physical Description:



Convicted of:



Sentence:



Basic History:


Staff application and entry form


Name:


Species:



Physical Description:



Experience:



Specialty:



Basic History:


Rules


-Be respectful of all rpers


-Put Out of Character text in a different color



-No one line posts.



-avoid double posting.



-You can talk about the rp with me or other rpers in pm but please don’t continue this rp in pms.



If you have any questions message me, I’m happy to chat.



Species:


Domus Oblitus is a multi-species prison. Demons, Monsters, Mutants, Beast-men/women, Time travellers, Humans, alchemists, etc…are all omitted (if you’re unsure whether your chosen race will be allowed ask me in pm).


Powers:


All inmates are fitted with a power cancelling device when they are omitted. These devices halt all supernatural powers, but it is possible to get them disabled, just don’t let the guards find out.


Roles:


Warden (filled)


Guards: up to five



Cooks: up to two



Inmates: Unlimited.



-SentientBowtie
 
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Name: Ambrosia Casimir Ramirez


Age: 695


Species: Demon


Convicted of: Murder of various angels


Sentence: Remained behind bars for 100 years before execution


Physical description: The world seems to revolve around those in favour of beauty and Ambrosia’s in the higher-ups of this system. He has an appearance of a fit male standing at exactly six feet tall. He has cyan blue eyes which match perfectly well with his cyan blue hair. His shoulder-length cyan blue hair is fastened in a form of a side ponytail, which was his signature hairdo as he is seen around everywhere with it. His initial expressions vary from time to time. In his personality presented to those around him and his ‘friends,’ he wears a friendly, sweet smile, and a curious face. He would remind them of a kitten unaware of his actions. In his idol image or his personality presented to girls he likes, he wears a romantic smile or smirk that seems to make him more in control of the situation before him. To those who’s vary of who he is, to those he knows well, around demonic meetings, and serious situations, he’s known to have a serious face, a cold, or a neutral expression. Usually, his preferred style of clothing consists of a simple shirt, trousers, a vest, a jacket, dress shoes, or something more casual. His idol image presents him in a shirt, skinny jeans, a thin jacket, or something formal. For meetings and a more serious look he dresses in formal clothing.


Psychological report: Shown throughout his lifetime, Ambrosia’s seen as having three main personalities. It’s not an MPD thing, more like fake identities created to fit in, to make an impression, and that’s just the way he rolls. The older he gets, the better he is at acting as those personalities. His general personality is seen as ‘behind the curtains’ personality, a personality people think is his real one while his idol personality’s not entire true, but is just a small part of who he is. His serious personality however holds the truth to whom he really is, which is hidden from the public’s eye.


Generally around the public’s eye, when he’s not in his idol image, around those he does not identifies as friends, he presents himself as curious and blunt. He’s easily hyped about the things he loves. However, he could be described as spoiled in this personality, but he doesn’t pay attention to that fact which makes him confused whenever he can’t have what he wants. His idol personality is presented to the press, the media, his fans, to those he needed to manipulate through seduction and those he’s attracted to. He’s shown as a romantic and a flirtatious guy, making him a high-ranking idol with a huge fanbase. He knows how to win a lady’s heart and knows the exact words to attract her attention. His serious personality or the personality presented around those he trusts, those who know him/what he is, and when something serious is going down also appears as his conscience. After all, it’s his true nature. A serious side, he appears to be cold or neutral. He acts more professional, thinking more for the greater good that may come out in the situation. He knows truly what he wants and is very ambitious. His wrath-like abilities and personality appears more here, making him a person you would reconsider messing up with. He can be annoyed easily, but nothing can stop him from thinking clear. He’s specific and a man true to his words. However the slightest bit of wrong action may result in you getting harmed. A little arrogant, manipulative, bloodthirsty, and a little ball of hatred; this is the personality his demon friends respected him for. He’s likely to hurt those that needed to be hurt and rid of, but won’t purposely try to injure the innocent. However, if the innocent needed to be killed in order for his plans to carry out, he won’t hesitate. For example, he won’t go into a murderous rampage for his personal gain, but would kill in a war for his side. Once he chose a side, he’s very loyal and cares about his code of conduct. He's basically a lawful evil person.


Overall, he enjoys the human culture in an ironic way. He loves drinking, but he doesn’t lose control over it. Plus, with the fact he has lives for centuries allow him to increase his alcohol tolerance level. Music’s his to go, which is probably one of the few things he loves besides brutality. He may hold grudges, but won’t attack those that haven’t get in the way or hurt him. However he might show signs of disinterest or a slight hatred towards angels and the like, but won’t mess around with them unless they mess around with him. He has an extensive knowledge of medicine and other things relating to health, considering he lived for almost 700 years. Ambrosia has a slight obsession with angel blood. It is controllable which means he doesn’t buries his face in an angel’s neck and suck the blood out of them. He doesn’t drink them in large quantities and doesn’t go hunting for them either.


Basic History:(Summarized because 2.5k words would seem unacceptable for a character’s history)


Just seven centuries ago, the male demon was born into this world, the product of a powerful male demon governing the European continent, and the Sin of Wrath. He had to pay a price; a price of loneliness from his family. After all, his mother had to leave and attend to her affairs. He took part in the demon government at a very young age, and became one of the most powerful ones sitting in the top seats today. Through seven centuries he had live the life of war, theater, and even found love. During one of his years, he fell in love for what seems to be the first and last time. It ended briefly as a war ended his lover’s life. He had his reign as an idol, successfully debut 4 years ago in Russia. However, given a job as a spy from the demon government, they faked his conviction, which landed him in the desired prison. The inmates and workers of the facility are unaware of this. His news and updates to his fans of the celebrity world however, stated he’s going on a long hiatus, involving with a scandalous relationship.
 
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Name: Svelting


Species: Demon/Time Traveler


Physical Description:


Scar running from right brow to cheek through left eye. Wears eyepatch over missing left eye. Other eye and hair changes colour in accordance with what personality is talking (hair colour change is far less noticeable and is usually whatever personality colour over his usually pink hair). Hair is straightish but he never combs it and so always messy. 5 foot 7 tall. Height seems to fluctuate at times. Has classic demon horns (see image) but is missing entire left horn and has a scar where it was (it was ripped out by a particularity angry patient wielding a crowbar after Svelting tried to remove all his internal organs while he was awake.)


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Convicted of:


Many things mostly illegal medical practicing including harvesting organs and selling livers to owls.


Sentence:


At least 75.875 lifetimes and maybe death I dunno he's been here a while


Psychological report:


An extremely annoying amount of personalities often disagree and often simultaneously. Seems to develop new personalities in response to significant events.


Basic History:


I was brought up by Bears and named Berfufflefumpter. Unsatisfied with the life the Bears had bestowed upon me I left to become a Witchdoctor unfortunately due to complications involving several fluffy animals and a fork in an electric socket I ended up in Germany so had to go to Vitchdoctor school instead. I changed my name to Svelting and went forth to conquer the land as Svelting the Vitchdoctor. After I had thoroughly conquered the European countries of Svitz, Luftnarp, Franchia and Nulogorsk I settled down and passed my throne over to the first person to glance at me who may or may not have been my butler at the time. After all the formalities had been sorted out (shooting a bird using a living man's heart strings acting as a bow and then smearing the bird's blood and feathers on the nearest peasant) I opened up a medical clinic in which I preceded to murder countless people and selling their livers to owls. Over the years I committed many crimes and escaped both prison and pursuing police using time travel and my hoodoo Vitchdoctor powers until I was eventually caught and thrown into Domus Oblitus.
 
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Inmate entry form


Name: Garrus-42, AKA "The Porcupine"


Species: Robot, unknown origin.


Physical Description: 6'9" humanoid and literal lean mean fighting machine. Might've been painted white at one point, but decades out on the frontier have left his paint pretty much non-existent, save a few patches here and there.


Convicted of: Arms trading, murder of at least 20 men and women.


Sentence: Indefinite.


Psyche Profile: often loses himself in his work, whether that work is figuring out the logistics of making a shiv out of a carrot or making a mean Crême Bruleé. Loyal to friends, deadly to enemies. Overly defensive of his past partner, Myrtle.


Basic History: Garrus-42's origins are a mystery, even to himself. Served for a time in the military, where he found two things: An impressive number of knife skills, and Myrtle. He doesn't talk about Myrtle much, but he's happy to talk about the knife skills. After leaving the military with Myrtle, he became a mercenary of some renown, but the two only ever took a handful of contracts. One day, they got cocky, and got caught. Myrtle went missing, presumed dead in the ensuing chase, and Garrus was sentenced to prison indefinitely.
 
Name: Kalista


Species: Unknown/Manifestation of Souls


Physical Description:Kalista is 5,7 fee tall, her skin is blue and a little see through. She has three spears pierced through her body, which are made of souls of the poeple, that confessed to her in death. She has a helmet and armor, both of a dark grey steel color. Attached to the helmet is a feather-bundle which is dark blue.


Convicted of: Self-administered justice and murder in over 4000 cases


Sentence: Inprisonment till death/forever


Basic History:

In life, Kalista was a proud general, niece to the powerful king of an empire none now recall. She lived by a strict code of honor and expected others to do the same, serving her king and queen with utmost loyalty. Her king had many enemies, and when the rulers of a conquered land sent an assassin to slay him, only the speed of Kalista’s sword arm averted disaster. But in saving the king, she damned the queen. The assassin’s deflected blade was envenomed and sliced the arm of the king’s wife. The greatest priests, surgeons and sorcerers were summoned, but none could draw the poison from the queen’s body. Even the king’s magic could only slow its progress. Wracked with grief, the king dispatched Kalista to quest for a cure. Before departing, she tasked the leader of the Iron Order to stand at the king’s side in her stead. He reluctantly accepted this task, bitter at being denied the chance to join Kalista.


Kalista traveled the world, seeking a cure from learned scholars, hermits and mystics, but always without success. Finally, she learned of a legendary island beyond the ken of mortal eyes, a place said to hold the key to eternal life – the Blessed Isles - and set sail on a last voyage of hope. The island’s inhabitants knew of her quest and, seeing the purity of her intent, drew her boat to the shores of their island. Kalista begged them to heal the queen, and the master of the order instructed Kalista to bring her to the island, where they would cleanse her body. As Kalista boarded her ship, she was given arcane words to pierce the glamours protecting the island, but was warned against sharing that knowledge. Kalista sailed for her homeland, but arrived too late; the queen was already dead.


The king had descended into grief-stricken madness, locking himself in his tower with the queen’s festering corpse. Her uncle learned of Kalista’s return and demanded she tell him what she had found. With heavy heart, for she had never before broken her oath to the king, Kalista refused, remembering the warning given to her and knowing there was no purpose in bringing a corpse to the island. The king named her a traitor and imprisoned her until such time she relented. There Kalista remained until the leader of the Iron Order convinced her to tell the king what she knew. He urged her to let the king find peace, either in his wife returning to him or in finally accepting she was gone and allowing her to be buried on the Blessed Isles. Between them they could assuage the king’s madness and bring him back with no harm being done. Hesitantly, for she sensed something amiss, Kalista agreed.


And so the king sailed for the Blessed Isles with a flotilla of his fastest ships. Kalista spoke the mystic words to undo the veil shrouding their destination and the king cried out as its glittering coast was revealed. The king marched towards a distant white city at the centre of the island where he was met by the master of the island’s guardians. The king ordered the man to bring his wife back from the dead, but was told that trying to cheat death went against the natural order of the world. The king flew into a fevered rage and commanded Kalista to kill the guardian.


Kalista refused and spoke of the great man he had once been, but her appeals fell on deaf ears and he again ordered the guardian’s death. Kalista called on the Iron Order´s leader to stand with her, but he now saw a chance to realize his long-simmering ambition of replacing Kalista as the king’s favorite. He stepped towards Kalista as if to stand at her side, but instead drove his spear through her back in a monstrous act of betrayal. The Iron Order joined him in treachery, their own spears plunging into Kalista’s body as she fell. A brutal melee erupted, with those devoted to Kalista fighting desperately against the Order´s leader and his knights. Despite their courage and skill, their numbers were too few and the Orders men slew them to a man. As Kalista’s life faded and she watched her warriors die, she swore vengeance with her dying breath upon those who had betrayed her.


When next Kalista opened her eyes, they were filled with the dark power of unnatural magic. The Blessed Isles had been transformed into a twisted mockery of life and beauty, a place of darkness filled with howling spirits condemned for all eternity to the nightmare of undeath. She knew nothing of how this had happened, and even as she clung to her last memories of betrayal, they slowly faded until all that remained was a thirst for vengeance burning in her ruined chest.


A thirst that can only be slaked in the blood of traitors.


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