| metempsychosis - a modern day mythological rpg on scribbld |
[Jan. 6th, 2011|04:14 pm] |
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me·tem·psy·cho·sis
noun
\mə-ˌtem(p)-si-ˈkō-səs, ˌme-təm-ˌsī-\
Definition of METEMPSYCHOSIS
: the passing of the soul at death into another body |
the gist
Think of any long-gone deity from mythology. Imagine they once truly existed. Now imagine that they aren't truly gone but instead their essence lives on, is reincarnated inside of that guy who sits next to you on the bus every day. Or Maureen from Accounting. Or maybe even you. They could be anyone, young or old, male or female, any race, anyone.
The old deities once existed, once walked the Earth, and mortals trembled at their names. Long ago, they each slowly faded out, their existence only remembered as fables and tales. During this decline, one deity gathered up and called upon his or her last reserves of power and influence to create a reprieve, of sorts, for them all. They would find their essence, their souls if you will, not dissipated amongst the matter of the Universe but instead reborn inside a mortal body. They would be mortal, yes, their power would be greatly diminished, yes, and they might not even remember what they once were, but they would at least exist. |
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| Wolf Creek RPG |
[Jan. 6th, 2011|06:39 pm] |
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Wolf Creek. A dense and overcrowded city named for the narrow stream of water that once ran down the middle of what was a small mining town. Unknown to the settling humans at the time, this creek formed the border between two wolf pack territories. Wolves in a constant battle against the growing population taking over their forests.
Two lycanthrope packs; One to the north, The Caedis, and one to the south, The Aeternam. Ever mindful of the street, named for the creek it was built on top of, that draws a line between their territories as they manage to share this sprawling city. In a world where the largest cities harbor the creatures of the night and bend to the will of the immortals, the city of Wolf Creek belongs to the beasts.
Be you man, beast or any creature that goes bump in the night. Choose your alliance and come out to play.
An original character RP only! We welcome all forms of the supernatural as well as every race, gender, ethnicity, sexual orientation and taboo.
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| Hot Zone |
[Jan. 6th, 2011|11:12 pm] |
The world could not account for the spike in unexplained phenomenon in 2009. Whole towns turned against one another, hail the size of tennis balls mingled with lightning-storms-turned-infernos, hurricanes in places there'd never been hurricanes, earthquakes, terrorist attacks, and the list went on in such a short time. The religious grew louder, believing it to be a sign of the apocalypse, but they never really knew just how right they were.
May 2010, Detroit. Sam Winchester, separated from his brother Dean since September of the previous year, finally tired of his burden and invited the Devil in to stay, and that's when things really got weird. Within hours, Detroit was decimated, and the government could only point to such a wide-scale terrorist attack that martial law was eventually declared.
The virus, later revealed by its victims, is called Croatoan and all of those tainted run rabid, murdering and infecting anyone they come across who has not been infected. As the spread of the disease gets worse, the president does the unthinkable, bombing whole cities and plugging up routes to stop the spread of the disease and dooming those few survivors. Hope seems to have abandoned Earth.
News of Camp Chitaqua in South Dakota filtered through the survivors' grapevine and people began to flock to it like mecca. Craving safety, they even manage to put up with its gruff, unapologetic leader, Dean Winchester. No one is sure where the Rifters came from - or how - but they started turning up in 2011 near the perimeter of the camp. Most aren't here for long - they vanish without a trace one day - and those left behind have to weather illness, injury, Croats, and the impending sense of dread that inevitably comes when they realize they've missed the Rapture. Life is hard, and everyone has a job to do, but it beats the alternative and maybe you'll get lucky enough to be reunited with long-lost loved ones.
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| The Crescent City Institute; on Scribbld.com |
[Jan. 6th, 2011|11:35 pm] |
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~THERES A CARNIVAL IN THE GRAVEYARD TONIGHT~ |
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The Crescent City Institute of Magic has a long history of educating the best and brightest Witches and Wizards in the United States. Located on the grounds of an old plantation near New Orleans, CCI has a culture shaped both by its students and faculty, as well as by the close proximity of New Orleans itself.
CCI has been through changes in recent years. Hurricane Katrina hit the school hard, as it did all of the region. Many upperclassmen will remember the previous headmaster’s tragic death during the storm as he tried to help evacuate the school.
As the new school year begins, more changes are in store. Adversaries old and new are drawn to New Orleans like moths to a flame, and strange…things…abound. One thing is for certain: this year, petty high school drama will be the least of anyone’s concerns…
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