premise Vampires vs Werewolves? Think again. Throughout the centuries, it has always been just simply... vampires. Four different types of vampire races battling for countless decades, trying to prove who is the better evolution. join the battle. |
S | M | T | W | T | F | S |
---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
1 | 2 | 3 | ||||
4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 |
11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 |
18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 |
25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 |
premise Vampires vs Werewolves? Think again. Throughout the centuries, it has always been just simply... vampires. Four different types of vampire races battling for countless decades, trying to prove who is the better evolution. join the battle. |
It's the year 2000. Voldemort has been vanquished, and the wizarding world saved, but at high cost. The final battle took the life of the Boy Who Lived, truly fulfilling the prophecy of "neither can live while the other survives." Then it happens. Sybil Trelawney makes her third prophecy, predicting the return of one the Ministry can only assume is Voldemort, claiming he shall rise again, to seek immortality from the legendary Golden Apples of mythology. What lengths will the Ministry go to to prevent him from finding the apples? And how will the populace respond to the prospect of another war, and more secrets being kept from them in the Ministry? | ||
Many years ago, when people still believed in myths and legends, it was told that the gods created immortal beings, much like themselves. They shaped them into beautiful and powerful beings with many talents who would go on to lead mankind on the right course. The gods would remain in the heavens where they were supposed to be, and the immortals would be earthbound. They were created from the same mold, split into two by mighty thunderbolts. No one suspected the effect it would have on the immortal beings. The separation left both of them with a desperate yearning to be reunited because they shared the same soul. They would spend the rest of their lives searching for the other half of their soul, no matter the time or the distance. Brand new game based off of Hancock! RULES | F.A.Qs | TAKEN/HOLDS POST |
“ . . . All that was left in Pandora’s box was hope.” During the 21st century, a global pandemic swept over the world. They dubbed it the “Pandora virus,” or PV for short, because of its devastating nature. The virus tore through the world’s population. It killed almost one-third of humanity in its first month alone. Countries everywhere grew panicked, believing it to be a work of biological terrorism. Nation stood against nation, and a worldwide war began. Much of earth was laid to waste within just a handful of months by the combined effects of nuclear war and the Pandora virus. Survivors immune to the virus found the world uninhabitable, and many of them perished due to radiation poisoning or famine. |
Game Objective. |
THE PREMISE | MAPS & AREA INFORMATION | PLAYABLE SPECIES | RULES FAQs | APPLICATION | CHARACTER LIST & HOLDS | WANTED LIST |
After witnessing a death at their school where a missing pupil was found at his desk, characters begin investigating these rumours. They later realize that they can walk through doorways as a gateway to enter a seemingly utopian world infested with Shadows. Thus begins an adventure to discover the connection between the vanishings and deaths around town. | MODS RPG OOC PREMISE SETTING WANTED HOLDS APPLY |
SHAPESHIFTERS: Or more commonly referred to as werewolves. They can morph into wolves at their own will when the time comes, and are often intermarried to preserve the race. When there are only children, generally they are arranged to marry others. HUMANS: They’re the onlookers, they’re just waiting for something to happen. They’re waiting to be turned into vampires or ready to help the werewolves control the vampires, or maybe they’re just trying to live their lives and these stupid creatures keep getting in their way. | |
PROLOGUE |
You wake up one morning with a headache, you wonder if you're hung-over but you didn't drink anything last night so that can't be it and after taking a painkiller and heading to work you forget all about it. A few days later you think you back to your childhood and there's a memory that doesn't fit, it doesn't make sense and you try not to think about it because it sets you and edge and makes you feel uncomfortable. It doesn't stop. Maybe weeks go by, or maybe it's months, and someone turns up on your doorstep. Maybe they look official, or they're wearing jeans and a T-Shirt, but they introduce themselves and tell you that they're from something called 'The Agency', they sit you down and if you're lucky they'll make you a cup of tea or pour you a drink before explaining it all to you. The memories are real, but they're someone else's, someone you always thought of as fictional. You're what they call a reincarnate, someone who's been reincarnated from this fictional person, brought into this world with magic that no one yet understands. They talk about a war that's being fought between two sides of reincarnates, the good and the bad. You're not told what side to pick or that you need to, but you know that a day will come when you and the person you were and are possibly becoming will need to choose. |