Walliver
Two Thousand Club
All that is gold does not glitter. Not all those who wander are lost. The old that is strong does not wither. Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
- J. R. R. Tolkien
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Welcome to Myrevale, a quaint little town in rural North Dakota. Where nothing important ever happens, where nothing special takes place. The same six families have been there for generations:
-The Dragomírs, who are a little to pale for all the the sunlight in town, but eh, they’re rich so who cares?
-The Lycans, who avoid the moon but are avid partiers
-The Naomines, rather pretty looking family. Almost too pretty, but they have the town eating out of their hands.
-The Scralyns, an uptight, primped and pressed to perfection family. And they always have their hair over their ears
-And, rounding out our roster, we have the Johnsons. An average family, all in all. Normal parents, normal kids, normal normal normal.
That is, until visitors come. And visitors ask questions, which are not very welcome here in Myrevale. And when visitors start to find answers, people start to die. And when people start to die, the visitors are fair game...
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Okay, guys, I know I’ve been making a lot of group rps, but listen:
Small town, supernatural
Murder
Stereotypes, or not...?
And, yeah. Usual rules: don’t be op, ask permission, be respectful, blah blah blah. So, yeah
- J. R. R. Tolkien
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Welcome to Myrevale, a quaint little town in rural North Dakota. Where nothing important ever happens, where nothing special takes place. The same six families have been there for generations:
-The Dragomírs, who are a little to pale for all the the sunlight in town, but eh, they’re rich so who cares?
-The Lycans, who avoid the moon but are avid partiers
-The Naomines, rather pretty looking family. Almost too pretty, but they have the town eating out of their hands.
-The Scralyns, an uptight, primped and pressed to perfection family. And they always have their hair over their ears
-And, rounding out our roster, we have the Johnsons. An average family, all in all. Normal parents, normal kids, normal normal normal.
That is, until visitors come. And visitors ask questions, which are not very welcome here in Myrevale. And when visitors start to find answers, people start to die. And when people start to die, the visitors are fair game...
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Okay, guys, I know I’ve been making a lot of group rps, but listen:
Small town, supernatural
Murder
Stereotypes, or not...?
And, yeah. Usual rules: don’t be op, ask permission, be respectful, blah blah blah. So, yeah
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