ooc// A roleplay idea » Would you play?

[MorbidIce]

ooc// A roleplay idea » Would you play? (Followers needed.)

Idea| Sit back and enjoy.

E.ver wonder were you go after you die? Well, this isnt a matter of religion anymore. All the God fearing you did while you were alive was worthless and is over with. Heaven or hell is not an object. Now you are destined to walk with the endless amount of twisted souls condemned to the city of the dead. Where your body is corporal and yet your heart never beats. Listen close. No more life flows through your veins. No more oxygen seeps into your lungs. No more blood warms your skin. Its all over. No more worries right? Wrong. In our beloved Marsielle City, life or well afterlife, ticks on and just like when you were alive it hurts. Chaos and insanity is the norm in this dark place and nothing is as it seems. But that doesn't mean you should fear anything, because after all you are dead right? Wrong again love. Torture is one of the most popular past times in Marsielle and though you cant exactly die, it still hurts like hell. But wait, maybe you like that kind of thing. Being all strung up, rope splintering to burn your wrists, blades being ran across bare skin, needles inserted deep into soft flesh. Excited yet? Haha, down boy. Damn masochist. We have enough of them in the city, don't need anymore. But well I guess you can't help that you're dead, so fuck it your in. Just be careful, never know what might happen when all boundaries are removed.


T.ick, tock. Where the hell did your life go? Doesn't matter. Your dead now get the picture. Its over. OVER! No, you'll never see your dear little puppy again, nor go to your favorite vacation place, or even end up all hot and sweaty beneath your sweety. Ok x the last part, you may be dead but you still can play your dirty games. Just now you dont have to worry about getting knocked up unexpectedly! Haha its like death is your contraceptive. Oh how fun! Now anyway enough of that playful talk, we need to get down to business before you're set loose in Marsielle to discover things for yourself. Alright? Good, I like a good listener. So this will be like a session to the psychologist, Im sure you know how that goes. I'll ask you some questions, you answer them. How did you die? Ok I see. Well, you see depending on how died you will belong to a different part of the city. That is called your Sect; for example, the Suicide Sect, Murder Sect, Accidental Sect or Natural Sect.


N.ow that we have that cleared up you're going to need to do a few things before going on your merry way. First up you should smile because you get one wish, if you could change yourself into anything else what would it be? A catgirl, vampire, angel, anthro? Well, if you could dream it up you could become it, though it doesn't mean your memory is a clean slate. You will remember everything, or at least something's about when you were living and even create new memories. Good or bad, I cant say, I guess it just depends on the person. Alright second thing you need to choose is your own unique power, your own unique magic. You know that comic X-Men, well think along the lines of that and choose what you would like to be able to do. Lets say for example, the Mistress of the Murder Sect has the ability to draw the blood out of a victim and pull it all together into a neat little ball with only a snap of the fingers. Now whats so special about that? Well, lets just say even the dead dont want to feel cold blood being extracted from every pore and opening. Sounds thrilling eh? But no you cant copy it! No, no, NO! Think of your own idea damnit. Ahem, sorry about that outburst. I think thats all I needed to tell you at the moment, the rest of the stuff...well you'll learn that soon enough.

Idea is... Still being worked out, but that's the most of it. >3 There's other things that go with it, I just want to see how many people would be willing to play? Let's see a show of hands!

 

[MorbidIce]

Faq

FAQ for the game I like to call Cellar Door

What are the four sects? Accidental, Murder, Suicide and Natural.

How do I get put in each one? Well, depends on how you die, right?

Can I trade? Absolutely... Not.

What's with the wishes? When you die, you get two wishes. One to change your physical appearance and one sort of 'power'.

Sex? Usually plenty of it considering there's no pregnancies to be worried about. You're dead! You can't get pregnant! Shooting blanks fellows. >.>;

Can I become a master/mistress of a sect? Yes you can and it's first come first serve; every position is open except for accidental sect mistress- That's mine. ^-^ There's a set for each sect, which means seven positions that are left.

Can I go into someone else's sect? Of course, what would be the fun if you didn't? Just be careful, murder sect people don't tend to like the natural sect, and so on and so forth.

What city is this? The current city is Mariselle -- Another will just appear when Mariselle gets full. No one knows why or how though.

Time period? Somewhere in the region of 2346-2349, people lost track a very long time ago.

Technology? Not much different than what it is right now- Sure, the live world is advancing, but what use for such things do the dead have? Besides your basic telephone, not much.

Money? Yes, there's money involved- You want something, you gotta pay; there's also rich and poor people around here. Mariselle functions like a normal city with not so normal members, that's all.

Mistress/Masters of each sect! Read carefully.

You are without a doubt the leaders of the sect and so if you are questioned you can:

a. Punish them for insolence

b. Ignore them and allow them to question your authority, or

c. Allow someone else to punish them for you.

Please remember that someone can challenge you for your rank, and if they prove themselves to be the better leader, they /can/ take it from you. That's where it pays to be ruthless. >)

Joining Information» Easy as pie...

How do I join? Simple. Make a character, post it in the right board- All done!

That is, if the game makes it to being made.

 

[MorbidIce]

Character Example » My Character Noel

Name» Noel Rhapsody Garter
Nicknames» Rhapsody, Garter Belt, Noelly.
Date of Death» September 24, year withheld.
Sect/Position» Accidental Sect Mistress
Wish One» Fae-like [Without wings darling!]
Wish Two» Control Freak : Her deepest desires are now your own.
Age at Death» 20

Reason of Death» Alas, silly Noel; she had been a professional domme for seven years -- World reknowned for the fact that she didn't sleep with the clientel; in fact, her methods drew more to the.. Darker kind. After all, clientel were chattel to be taught, mastered, stepped upon and ground under her heel -- Not to be slept with. Although, we're getting a bit off topic here, how did Noel die? Quite by accident I assure you, for while testing the eletrodes on her newest toy, she had told her live-in sub to turn it up a tad -- Needless to say, he turned it up a bit too much. Eletrocuted in her own studio - It was a tragedy mourned by the S&M community, that was to be sure.

Personality» Quiet ¤ calculating ¤ devious ¤ An appreciation for 'art' ¤ businesslike

Noel has always been a person of few words and many thoughts, anything she says having been well thought out -- Well, unless you have the grace to get her drunk, and then please, watch your step. Her temper is quick and punishment can ensue quickly when certain offences have been taken. Her love for watching others bleed is a meticulous thing, although torture doesn't quite come to mind - It is an art to be had, and an artist Noel is. Able to draw and paint, Noel's current love is that of flesh; to use another for her canvas, to paint with blood, pain and acurlics.

In life she was a world knowned dominatrix, known for her training and tecniques -- She was looked upon highly in favor for her chaste ways. There is so much more to domination than sex, she would say, and why reward a wayward subordinate with something that has meaning? Her will soon became her chattel's will, their own wants used to break them in completely.

Where has that gotten her in this new undead world? No where, for Noel has left that all behind. Of course she will use was she has learned, though she doesn't persue it as a career -- Instead looking forward to becoming the Accidental Sect Mistress one day. A business-like mind has led her to try and be allies with those that head the other sects. Cunning and calculating, Noel works in ways that few others can fathom.

Her interests run farther from flesh and blood, business and command; she has an ear for music, able to sing and play the violin if she so chooses. One would be blessed to be in her company and to hear one of her greater talents. She has an innate sense for indoor decor and loves to rearrange things to her liking; even if that includes a body or two tacked on the wall, or perhaps kneeling in the corner. Hey, one just can't cast off a lifetime of habits, can they?

Appearance» Beauty is in the eye of the beholder -- Noel does love to say -- and what she finds beautiful is a white canvas of flesh, waiting to be bled, to be scarred, to be played with.

Beauty is also skin deep, and if people could see what lay beneath the calm, creamy exterior of the femme fatale, they would surely think her ugly, demented even. There is nary a mark to be seen upon the body of the domme except for that of a tattooed pair of handcuffs upon her hip bone, imprinted with the lovely word "Dominatrix" in cursive. The mark can be hidden simply with concealor and a little powder- Such a wonder modern conveniences are.

Hair isn't the ordinary matte blonde that is to be seen everywhere, but a definitive golden hue; the hip length tresses usually bound back in a half plait and wrapped with a length of black leather. Sculpted and slender, Noel could be called fragile; though strength lies within the mind -- Years of handling whips and packing around chattel have given her strength of arms and legs; though elsewhere lays soft womanly curves, but she couldn't be called overly voluptuous. Eyes are most extrodinary, one being emerald hued while the other is the bright blue of the ocean.

On and on one could go about Noel herself, but one has to say something for her.. Odd taste in clothing -- If she is to be found wearing any at all. A profound love of PVC and latex is shown amongst other things, although when 'working', she is most assuredly just hiding her top assests with only her golden hair -- Well, I wouldn't call her a naturalist, for Noel is an oxymoron unto herself.

History» Coming soon, a tale only to be whispered into the ears of the truly dying.

Copyright» Mine, mine, all mine- No stealing, or else.

http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a253/violetduchess/noel.jpg

 

[Jenn1982]

I'll definitely play. I'll post a character later today

 

[MorbidIce]

Hurrah! -Snugs Jenn.-

 

[Jenn1982]

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Name: Valerhy O'Connell
Nicknames: Val, but only by those who know her well enough or those who don't know any better (though they quickly will)
Date of Death: February 8, 1981
Sect/Position: Murder Sect Mistress
Wish One: Vampire
Wish Two: The ability to cause those around her to have horrible hallucinations
Age at Death: 24

Reason for Death:
Valerhy garnered more attention when she died then she ever did when she was alive. You see she had been the final victim of Torch, a serial killer who had kidnapped, tortured, and killed 12 other women. Valerhy had been lucky number 13. Torch had earned his nickname because his final act of torture, the one that ultimately led to the women’s deaths was to systematically burn their flesh from their feet up. He usually used an open flame but when he was feeling really artistic he used different heated up metal instruments to sear their skin, delighting in the unique shapes the instruments left on their skin. How high up their bodies he made it all depended on the victims. With Valerhy he made it all the way up to her shoulders before she went into cardiac arrest and it was then that he slit her throat. It was just then, as her blood was spraying all over him, the floors, the walls, that his roommate who was supposed to be spending the semester studying aboard in France walked in the door…and promptly left screaming. Torch panicked and hopped into his beat up Oldsmobile and took off. The 15 minute car chase that followed ended, amazingly, with no one being hurt and Torch was apprehended with almost no fight. He was currently on death row and in the middle of filing an appeal.


Personality:
In life Valerhy had been shy, quiet, and boring, the kind of person that people forgot almost as soon as she walked away, which had suited her just fine. In death she was almost the total opposite; she was brash, aggressive, and depending on whom you asked, cruel. With her attitude she had become the Mistress of her sect in half the time others had and she presided over it with a presence that was very much felt by everyone.

Appearance:
Since dying, Valerhy has truly learned the art of the saying, “If you’ve got it, flaunt it.” While before she had hid her long, luscious legs and perky tits under conservative and mousy clothes. Nowadays she never left the house in a skirt that was any longer than an inch past her ass and any top she wore had to just barely cover her nipples, leaving the supple white tops of her breasts on display. She loved to be stared at, ogled, checked out, studied, leered at, scrutinized, feasted upon, and gaped at; it was one of those things that sent tingles to all the right places. Her ebony hair fell just past her shoulders and she usually let if flow free, though when she did mess with it she usually curled it into big, bouncy curls that would have made her look innocent if you didn’t know her. That look was helped along by the fact that she was of small stature, barely reaching 5’3” and therefore shorter than almost all men and some of the women as well. All in all she made up a nice little package for those who went in for girls like her...and some who didn’t.

History:
In the 24 years Valerhy had lived she had really done nothing of significance. She had finished school and gone onto college and majored in accounting. After college she had gone to work as the accountant at the local library. Because the library (and the town she lived in) was rather small she ended up working as a librarian half the time. She didn’t have many close friends, just a few acquaintances and just her parents as she was an only child. For the most part her life was inconsequential.

 

[MorbidIce]

-Is in *love* with that character.-

 

[shadowoftheheart]

Sounds, sick, twisted, demented, sadistic, masochistic, and gothick.

I am SO in!

Give me a few to come up with a character, and I will post away.

To Jenn1982: Purr! Poser, unless I miss my mark? Regardless of program, great graphic!

 

[MorbidIce]

Sounds, sick, twisted, demented, sadistic, masochistic, and gothick.

I am SO in!

Give me a few to come up with a character, and I will post away.

Wonderful! Glad to have you! >:3 Don't forget to shamelessly plug this idea to other's eh? I'll start a thread as soon as we have enough people; or at least a master/mistress for each sect. I'm hoping to get roleplayers that know how to put together a decent sentence with punctuation/grammar. -_-' Would be nice.

Positions//

Sect leaders// Taken

Followers for each sect// Needed

 

[Jenn1982]

Sounds, sick, twisted, demented, sadistic, masochistic, and gothick.

I am SO in!

Give me a few to come up with a character, and I will post away.

To Jenn1982: Purr! Poser, unless I miss my mark? Regardless of program, great graphic!

Yay another person to play! Can't wait to see your character!

Nope, didn't miss your mark, and thank you very much!

 

[erusian]

Name >> Solomon Isaiah Nicholson

Nicknames >> "St Mortis", "The Confessor"

Date of Death >> April 10, 2341

Sect/Position >> Murder Sect Master

Wish One >> He is lean and well defined. Perfectly pallid skin stretches taut over the flawless symmetry of his stomach and chest, framed by broad shoulders and strong arms. Full lips over a firm jawline promise a euphoric feast to any that brave a kiss. A long, black mane bound in silver tethers hangs in serpentine braids down his muscled back. The interwoven silver-beaded tips on each braid lightly graze his ass.

His skin is adorned in blasphemies. Black-inked tattoos reveal his disdain for all that he once was. A great crucifix on his back shows Christ in vivisection, his skin split and fish-hooked open, exposing images of the atrocities of the church underneath. Occult glyphs and talismans, accompanied by demons and succubi claim his shoulders and arms. A great pentagram rides the center of his chest, held aloft by fallen angels. Dragons and behemoths crawl their way up his legs, their tongues flicking at the base of his cock.

Wish two >> Smoke. He is able to dissipate into a cloud of prehensile smoke. In this form he can assume different shapes, manipulating the density of the smoke from the point of solidity to complete vapor.

Age at Death >> Thirty-five

History >> Newspapers proclaimed him "St Mortis" or "The Confessor". For three years, he haunted the sanctuaries of his Los Angeles diocese, preying on the downtrodden, the disillusioned, the distraught. Using the sensitive information that he gained in confession, Father Nicholson exploited and abused his parishioners. At first, his violations were merely sexual in nature. Over time, his mania urged him to darker turns down the road to Hell.

At the end of three bloody years, he had gutted nine women and three men. The police had unearthed the bodies, buried in shallow graves in the cellar of the St Valentine's church where Father Nicholson held weekly services. As with many serial killers, his arrogance had been his undoing. Solomon prided himself on his sharp wit, and would toy with lacing clues to his mischief in the sermons he gave from the pulpit. In time, he led his accusers to his doorstep.

His trial was a media sensation. For months, cameras and reporters documented each grisly discovery about this saint turned sadist. It was at his sentencing that the media really got their payoff. As the judge handed down the sentence: life without parole, the father of Solomon's first victim vaulted at the defrocked priest from the audience. His tie hid a mono-filament garrote. Within seconds, the thin wire had slit Solomon's windpipe. He drowned in his own blood.

More to come...

 

[MorbidIce]

*Claps!* Very nice, now I suggest you get ahold of the muder sect mistress for a private roleplay before we do the group thing eh? ^_~ Wouldn't want you two to *not* know each other.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

Name: Melissa Jones
Nicknames: Missy, Lissa
Date of Death: December 24, 1995
Sect/Position: Suicide Sect Mistress
Wish One: Lissa never wanted anything but the perfect body, so while she isn’t anything special like a vampire or anything, she is physically the very ideal of beauty. Now, since that depends on the looker, she is actually a reflection of what that person sees as the ideal of feminine beauty.
Wish Two: Blades. Her method of death carried over into her death. She is able to summon blades that look like handle-less knives. She can either use them in her hands, or have them project toward a target that she is able to point at.
Age at Death: 19

Reason for Death:
Her first and only boyfriend, who was supposed to spend holiday week with her, called her and abruptly broke up with her on Christmas Eve. It was the last straw in a life of total misery in which everything, from her body to her schooling, and now her social life, was a total disaster. She slit her arms open, but good, and bled to death by the time her boyfriend, who was a decent person, decided he was being a jerk and rushed to her apartment to apologize.

Personality: Missy was quiet, retiring, and depressive in life. Now in unlife she has confidence, aggression, and is profoundly outgoing. Sometimes. She retains a strong depressive streak. In fact, she is really manic-depressive. She just remains manic more than depressed now in unlife.

Appearance:
6’2”, 140 lb, blonde hair, blue eyes, creamy white flawless skin. (white)
Or:
6’2” 140 lb, raven-black hair, deep, liquid brown eyes, mocha flawless skin. (african)
Or:
5’5” 105 lb. raven-black hair, almond-shaped eyes, light brown skin (asian)
Or:
She doesn’t choose her appearance, the person looking at her does. Sp she appears as the ideal female specimen for the person looking at her.

History:
Missy lived through 19 years of sheer hell. Obese by age 10, morbidly obese by 15, she was constantly and cruelly teased by nearly everyone she ever met. This in turn made her wonder why she should bother with anything else. She did poorly in school, tuned out socially, and generally speaking turned into an introvert.
Her first true boyfriend gave her hope, but of course it was in turn dashed miserably. She didn’t really give herself any time to recover or become worse because she killed herself right after this last and most severe traumatic rejection

Subject to edit. I want to make this stronger, but I also want to preserve my morbid Destiny in the game.

Edit note: Added the Blades power as wish two. Seemed appropriate for a Suicide that slit her arms open.

 

[Demos Straxus]

Name» Demos
Nicknames» "Kitty"
Date of Death» 400 AD
Sect/Position» Suicide Master
Wish One» were-tiger (bengal)
Wish Two» ectasy mage (can channel sexual energy into his partners, or feed off of their own sexual energy)
Age at Death» 30
Reason of Death» Demos slit his own throat to prevent being burned as a witch. Rather or not he was infact one at the time is a point of eminent debate.

Personality» Demos is a dark and brooding sort of person. Although his liasons are frequent, and often brutal, he only rarely forms attachments to his short term mates, preferring to seek out new mates to slake his never ending lust.

Appearance» Demos is nearly 7 ft tall, and built like a greek sculpture. His fur is thick and covers his entire body save his cock. It is orange, fading to white around his chest, with black stripes. He has long retractable claws built into his hands which he uses to channel erotic energy. His head is almost totaly feline, with a long, sandpaper like tongue, and piercing green cat's eyes. He does not wear clothing of any kind. His cock is over 14" and barbed, like that of a cat.

History» Rather sketchy, Demos is believed to have been a monk at a monostary in france who took up certain.........unorthadox research into sexual nature of human beings. Exiled from the church, he was set upon by a mob, and brought before the local monarch, who had him condemned to death. Having no real alternative, Demos ended his own life to prevent a slow death by torture.

 

[MorbidIce]

Guess what everyone! We only need a natural sect mistress/master before we can start a little meeting party. Should be most interesting.

I would advise that sect leaders (ie: Master/mistress of murder) form an rp of their own to get to know each other. ^^ Just so that it's not awkward at the party Noel is going to throw.

And don't be surprised at the decor- She is a rather decadent creature.

 

[Demos Straxus]

Well shadow and I have worked together before, but I'd be happy to do so "extra credit" work

Your call Shadow

 

[shadowoftheheart]

I think some specific IC interaction's the key here, Demos. PM or one on one RP ... your call (turn-around ... heh.)

I doubt that our characters would have much trouble getting along though ...

 

[Demos Straxus]

Sounds nifty babe. board based one on one would be better for refference.(I delete all my pms after a week)

 

[shadowoftheheart]

Got it.

You create, or do you want me to?

 

[Tseranc]

ok, shadow suckered me into this...and now that i read everything already posted...i'm hooked (damn you all, like i have the spare time! LOL)

also, I'd like ot make the reques that Shadow get the hell out of my head - at least long enough for me to post up a character (I really was going to do the obese in life wishes for beauty in unlife...damnit!)

So since that's all sorts of dashed, I'll need to dwell on another character.

Is accidental master filled?

 

[Demos Straxus]

https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=14590900#post14590900

There ya go Shadow

 

[shadowoftheheart]

Tseranc, it is not my fault that you are following me around!

Welll ... ok, maybe it is a little bit. *g*

 

[Tseranc]

um, gulp, nevermnd LOL not sure i could hold a canddle to my counterpart if i were acidental master....

I might skip the whole master angle -, but let me down few beers and dream a char up...

 

[blackopal19]

oh heck why not, sounds a bit fun....

name: Alisa Peirne
Nick: "Honey"
Sect/Position: Natural Death Mistress
Date of Death: soemtime in 1700's
Age at death: 18
Wish one: To be angelic in appearance. She wished for physical beauty...and received honey colored long hair, ice blue eyes, pale and perfect complection, full soft pink lips...and a perfectly shaped young body....
Wish two: She has the ability to shift her form. In other words to dissapear when she wishes it....
Reason of Death: Pneumonia

She was rather a spunky woman in her lifetime, never conforming to what other's saw right, or respectful for a woman...there were even rumors of her honor and what she did to support herself being an orphan....

She was the daughter of a wealthy plantation owner before he passed away. Although she didn't upkeep the mansion she was able to still afford the lifestyle. Well up until she died anyways....

 

[shadowoftheheart]

Hey Tseranc, choose Natural Death Master. Look at your counterpart! Heh.