Lucius
Unicorn Wizard
There isn't any REAL story here, because I want the story to be determined by the characters.
The world of this RP is basically a destroyed dystopian society. The inhabitants are insane (think Suda 51 or Quentin Tarantino-esque levels of absurdity), and they live either in the remnants of cities or in the vast countryside, where nature has completely swallowed up all remnants of humanity. Bandits and miscellaneous scum and villainy roam the countryside, eager to draw blood. Various nuclear explosions and genetic experiments have resulted in grotesque creatures that wander the forests, worshipping the "mushroom gods" in the abandoned remnants of nuclear blast zones and power plants.
There are some who practice dark arts, and form pacts with demons to enhance their abilities, and use that strength to either protect or destroy those around them. Others still use the ways of the old world, donning surgeon's masks and using the remaining genetic research and facilities that still function to create superhuman warriors. The effects of the surgeries and treatments leave their mark, however, as very few are able to control their powers, and often end up accidentally killing themselves. Some go the more traditional route, strapping on makeshift armor and using guns, bows, knives and anything else they can scavenge.
I'm open to any characters as long as they follow these two rules
1. They MUST be original (crazy characters ARE preferred)
2. Your character should have a backstory (which can be explained at any point), and a distinct style.
So what are you waiting for? Jump on in!
1. No sexual stuff. Seriously, it'll get you in trouble.
Trust me.
Romance is fine though.
2. Original characters only.
3. No one hit KOs. I want long, drawn out violence. I'm not sadistic or anything, but if you're going to fight at least make it interesting.
4. I don't mind if your grammar is off (that shit can get confusing), but if your RP style breaks the flow of the RP, I'll either talk to you or kick you out.
5. Please only get involved if you're committed to following up on this roleplay. It's fine to be AFK, and I understand that we all have schedules, but let me know first if you can.
Chuckles stood atop the abandoned bell tower, grinning cheerily from beneath his tattered kamikaze headband. His long, slender limbs were relaxed, but looked ready to strike at any moment. He was dressed black jeans, a red shirt, and a black trenchcoat, which billowed in the early morning breeze. His shoes were long black boots, running up most of his calves, and the entire ensemble looked like it had seen better days. Across his stomach, a bandolier was strung, and you could see the outlines of multiple nasty looking weapons hidden in various pockets in his trench coat. Across his back, a sword hung lazily and swayed slightly whenever he breathed. He was a pale man, of a tall, thin build, but you could clearly see the hard, toned muscle, built up from years of scavenging and fighting. His eyes were a deep blue, and sparkled in the sunlight. His hair was red, and hung lazily over his forehead. He took a deep breath in, the various metal pieces of his outfit jingling slightly. "GOOD MORNING" he yelled, as if waiting for a response.
The world of this RP is basically a destroyed dystopian society. The inhabitants are insane (think Suda 51 or Quentin Tarantino-esque levels of absurdity), and they live either in the remnants of cities or in the vast countryside, where nature has completely swallowed up all remnants of humanity. Bandits and miscellaneous scum and villainy roam the countryside, eager to draw blood. Various nuclear explosions and genetic experiments have resulted in grotesque creatures that wander the forests, worshipping the "mushroom gods" in the abandoned remnants of nuclear blast zones and power plants.
There are some who practice dark arts, and form pacts with demons to enhance their abilities, and use that strength to either protect or destroy those around them. Others still use the ways of the old world, donning surgeon's masks and using the remaining genetic research and facilities that still function to create superhuman warriors. The effects of the surgeries and treatments leave their mark, however, as very few are able to control their powers, and often end up accidentally killing themselves. Some go the more traditional route, strapping on makeshift armor and using guns, bows, knives and anything else they can scavenge.
I'm open to any characters as long as they follow these two rules
1. They MUST be original (crazy characters ARE preferred)
2. Your character should have a backstory (which can be explained at any point), and a distinct style.
So what are you waiting for? Jump on in!
1. No sexual stuff. Seriously, it'll get you in trouble.
Trust me.
Romance is fine though.
2. Original characters only.
3. No one hit KOs. I want long, drawn out violence. I'm not sadistic or anything, but if you're going to fight at least make it interesting.
4. I don't mind if your grammar is off (that shit can get confusing), but if your RP style breaks the flow of the RP, I'll either talk to you or kick you out.
5. Please only get involved if you're committed to following up on this roleplay. It's fine to be AFK, and I understand that we all have schedules, but let me know first if you can.
Chuckles stood atop the abandoned bell tower, grinning cheerily from beneath his tattered kamikaze headband. His long, slender limbs were relaxed, but looked ready to strike at any moment. He was dressed black jeans, a red shirt, and a black trenchcoat, which billowed in the early morning breeze. His shoes were long black boots, running up most of his calves, and the entire ensemble looked like it had seen better days. Across his stomach, a bandolier was strung, and you could see the outlines of multiple nasty looking weapons hidden in various pockets in his trench coat. Across his back, a sword hung lazily and swayed slightly whenever he breathed. He was a pale man, of a tall, thin build, but you could clearly see the hard, toned muscle, built up from years of scavenging and fighting. His eyes were a deep blue, and sparkled in the sunlight. His hair was red, and hung lazily over his forehead. He took a deep breath in, the various metal pieces of his outfit jingling slightly. "GOOD MORNING" he yelled, as if waiting for a response.
