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Welcome to a Vee Tee Arr Pee. Abandon all hope ye who entre heer.

So, I'm going to try something I've never tried before. A non combat based storyline based on an existing fictional story. It's going to use dice rolls and other factors. It most likely won't be excruciatingly scary, since the main point of scariness is being alone. There should be some tense moments, though. Bring several pairs of spare pants.

Now, I'm basically kind of murdering the story. I'm also having to put some guidelines down for the character. Basically, you must be at least mildly naive, and prone to fright. These are the main guidelines, but be aware of this - your character has done horrible, horrible things in the past, out of fear for their own life.

So! I'm not going to be posting any backstory besides what you remember. The rest will be revealed as time goes on. But for creating character's sake, the year is 1839, and you all are from England, and you have just awoken inside a dark, gloomy castle with faint shimmers of light coming in from dirty windows.

This is what the room looks like, in essence.

When you encounter an enemy in this RP, you cannot fight back. The only means of defense is stealth. You can hide from the monsters by crouching in the darkness.

However, hiding in the darkness and seeing monsters also will start to make your character a bit mentally unstable.

Every post you make with your character standing in darkness will make the character lose 1 sanity point - you regain sanity points by completing the puzzles and standing in well lit areas. Each puzzle completed returns your sanity to full. Each post standing in a well lit area (I will specify these) will return 1 sanity point to you.

If your sanity drops below 3 (maximum 10) then monsters will spot you very easily - if it drops to 1, you go completely insane, and your sanity can only be increased by your companions standing over you with a lantern. You will collapse on the ground, only able to crawl, and are a sitting duck for enemies.

You can survive being hit by a Grunt enemy three times, and by a Brute one time. After that, you're dead, no resurrection, no respawning. You can be hit if there is nowhere to run, your sanity is too low, or your die roll fails.

Each character has a lantern. When lit, this lantern will stop your sanity from draining in the darkness. However, enemies will also be attracted to the light. The lantern also has a finite amount of oil, but there will be oil containers scattered throughout the castle.

When an enemy spots you, I will specify potential hiding places. You can choose to hide in whichever one seems the most logical, then I will roll the corresponding die (Depending on whatever the circumstances are, this may be a d6, d10, or d20). Then I will roll a d8 for the monster (and add your sanity modifier if it is below 5). If it spots you, it hits, and you must run and find another hiding place!

Final note! You are all a group. You can explore an area individually, but when entering a transition area, you must all go through. Solve puzzles together and use your sense to figure out which places are the best hiding places.

Sorry if this is a bit confusing. I may simplify depending on circumstances.


Character Sheet:

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Physical Description:

I'm also having to put some guidelines down for the character. Basically, you must be at least mildly naive, and prone to fright. These are the main guidelines, but be aware of this - your character has done horrible, horrible things in the past, out of fear for their own life.

No need for a biography. When your character wakes up, they do not remember ANYTHING except their name and that they were born in England.

Please try to RP sanity! As your sanity starts to drop, you may feel your palms getting sweaty, hands quivering, breathing increasing, vision warping slightly, whisps of shadow tendril reaching out for you.

Let's give this a shot! I hope it goes well, it may not. I apologize for the text wall guidelines.


Players:

1. Mucro - Thomas Smith
2. Veck - Lucinda Sans
3. King A - William Seigneur
4. Savilius - Matthew Labouche
5. Leyyuce - Francis Lockleer
6. Cactus - Ricky Kaktos

(Char sheets are closed now!)

This will be my first RP,
But i will give it a shot.

Name: Thomas Smith
Age: 29
Gender: male
Physical Description:
Tall, about 6ft. Short cut brown hair, Brown eyes. Stubble on chin. Scar under the left eye in a slashed downward shape.
He wears a large brown coat a white shirt and cord trousers.
BTW, I love Amnesia

Added you to the OP. ^.^

I would also like to see an assassins creed RP at some point in the future.

Mucro wrote:I would also like to see an assassins creed RP at some point in the future.

I'll gladly create one.

Name: Lucinda Sans
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Physical Appearance: Short, slightly gaunt. She has pale skin and large, deep eyes. Her short brown hair is slightly matted... With blood, or just dirt? While she isn't ugly, she's not stunninly beautiful at all. She wears a partially ripped and dirty lower class dress, with some weakly held together sandals.

I've never played Amnesia before. Hopefully that won't be a problem.

Yay, a Veck!

And no, it won't matter. In fact, if anything, it should be a bit more suspensful.

Oh hell yeah. You act like a wouldn't join.

I would, but RPs online never work out well for me.

King Acunasti wrote:Oh hell yeah. You act like a wouldn't join.

Yay!

ch00_bakka wrote:I would, but RPs online never work out well for me.

They are a bit tricky at times. You can give it a shot if you want! This won't be a really advanced RP, despite the large amount of rules!

Name: William Seigneur

Age: 28

Gender: M

Physical Description: Not very tall, but not very short. He is fair skinned and resembles the offspring of a French/English pair. William has a somewhat youthful yet mischievous appearance. His facial structure is sharp and authoritative. He has short yet wavy dark brown hair that is kept combed in a very formal and alluring style. His light blue eyes are cold and bitter, and his straight teeth are as white as snow. William’s clothing and lean physique suggests a military-related background. He wears tall black boots and a pair of tight beige trousers. Along with this, he wears a puffy white shirt and a black bandolier that is clear of all ammunition.

Added to the OP! Two more slots left. ^^

COMMON PEOPLE!!!!! JOIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Guys, I am going to be away at the weekend until 6pm gmt on sunday.
I will go on the forums if i get the opportunity, but don't count on it.

Name:Matthew Labouche
Age:22
Gender:male
Physical Description: Wears brown boots, with a plaid shirt, and a torn faded green jacket over it. He has deep blue eyes, and his hair is combed slightly, which is dark, dark blonde.

Yay! We only need one more.

Name: Francis Lockleer
Age: 21 years old
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Long, black and slightly curly hair. Bright lips, flat nose and blue eyes. Wears brown, casual leather shoes, white linen shirt, and dark green trousers.

I'm so entirely tempted. Yknow what.. I'll go for it. I have time.

Name: Ricky Kaktos
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Physical Description: I'm 5'11" with long straight dirty-blonde hair. I have a full beard that's very soft. My eyebrows are nearly black for absolutely no reason. Long eyelashes that make women jealous. In this case I'm wearing a black, simple clothes, with a hat and cape. Oh, and I totally have a cane. Why? They're cool.

For you, Cactus, I'll make an exception. 6 members it is! Closed now! Will post starting post in a second.

The six individuals would feel their eyes flutter open, however heavily. They are lying in a circle at the end of a long stone corridor, so perfectly aligned as if they had been placed there. Beside each of them there is an empty glass vial. In the middle of the circle, there lies a pile of rose petals, a trail of them leading out through the gaping maw of the arch ahead.

Obvious Exits:
-Through the arch

Lighting:
-Room is well lit. No sanity loss.

Francis sat up with a short gasp, quickly jerking his head from side to side in an attempt to gain an understanding of his surroundings. He couldn't remember a thing, not his location, nor the people whom with he shared this stale corridor...

Francis scooped up the vial that lay beside him, scrambling to his feet and stumbling against the left wall of the corridor.He
pressed his arms tight against the stone in order to keep his balance, scouring his mind in a vain attempt to recall how he came to this place. Had he known these men, and one woman? The confusion was a massive strain on the logical thought process.

"Wh- who are you people? Awaken from your slumber!"

Ricky's eyes fluttered open and he saw cold hard stone. The world swirled around him and he closed them again focusing his attention not passing out again. He swallowed and licked his lips, then opened his eyes again. The stone floor still stole his vision, so he tilted his head slightly. Four unmoving shapes surrounded him as well as a fifth figure standing up nearby. He blinked and looked as they stood up, grabbing something from the floor. They mumbled something about peaches, but he couldn't understand the specifics.

He moved his hands forward and attempted to right himself, but it didn't work. He pushed against the floor with his forearms, shuffling his legs up underneath his body with limited success. Limited, but more than before. He lifted his head from the floor and remained there for a few moments. He exercised his jaw where it'd gone numb from pressing against the floor, then continued the long process of standing. He pushed himself up more until he was kneeling and looked around again. His vision wasn't entirely clear, but he could see his surroundings well enough. Unfortunately it didn't tell him anything new. He stood up and eyed the one other person standing as his foot tapped something at his feet.

He looked down and saw a clear empty bottle-like vial laying next to his foot. He looked around and saw four more. He moved his eyes around the room to find nothing but crates and empty shelves. Well, and five other people. And vials. He knelt down and picked it up, turning it over in his hand as he stood once more. He tugged off the cap and smelled the bottle cautiously to see if he could detect anything. Failing this, he looked up at the one person that was standing upright.

"Who are you?"

The man in military attire laid not far away from his awakened companions. As his eyelids leisurely opened and closed, he slowly regained consciousness as well. He felt the cold of the stone floor beneath him with his hands. It startled him. Where was he? Why was he not in a soft and warm bed? It was then that the man began to wonder who he was. A name appeared in his mind - William Seigneur. Yes, yes, of course! That was it! It had to be his name!

Turning over onto his stomach, he slowly pushed against the stone floor in an attempt to stand. He was fatigued, but he did not know why. Had he been running the previous day? Was he sore from some sort of activity? Had he simply gone a few nights without sleep? He had absolutely no clue. Kneeling on one knee and balancing himself with his left hand and foot, he put his free hand on his forehead. Where the hell was he? He noticed a shiny object sitting beside him. He picked it up and slowly stood to his feet. "A vial?" he said to himself, observing the object.

He then saw five other figures surrounding him. Four of them were men. One of them was a woman. Two of the men were standing. To William, they appeared to be just as confused as he was. Still, it was better to be safe than sorry. He took a few steps back from the circle, still holding the vial in his hand. "Who are you people?" he asked apprehensively.

Francis, still pressed tightly against the wall, placed his hand on his own chest as if to identify himself.

"M- my name is Francis." The name spilled from his mouth almost unconsciously; at the moment, it seemed as new to him as it did to the others.

"Francis." He repeated quietly, eyes darting back and forth between the two who stood.

"I'm Ri- you can call me Jim." His eyes fell at the fallacy, then darted up again about the room. He saw no reason to tell the truth, the little he could recall about himself, to total strangers. He dropped the vial in his coat pocket and then wrapped his arms about his chest, briskly rubbing his arms as if chilled.

He explored his surroundings with his eyes carefully looking for anything that could help him get out of this place. He hoped someone in this group could help them, someone more able than he. He gulped and began cautiously walking around the room to see if he could find anything of interest or something useful.