forum Yet Another Creepypasta RP (because I haven’t done it in a while)

Started September 27, 2020 by @Elder-God-Whisper work

tune

Here's my character!! Sorry it took me a while, school's great ahaha(jk I want to yeet it out the window).

Name: Candice Grey
Nickname: Candy
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Appearance:

Casual clothing: Candy wears a green sweater underneath a wine-red cardigan, as well as black jeans and green high-top sneakers. She also wears a light green headband and accessorizes with a lighter purple scarf.
Personality: Candy is extremely curious and extremely stubborn. Getting her to back down is nearly impossible. She cares deeply for her friends and will stand by them no matter what. Between her curiosity, stubbornness, and the fact that she can be rather reckless if the safety or reputation of one of her friends is on the line, Candy tends to get herself into weird situations. She's pretty friendly unless she has a reason not to be, and gets excited very easily.
Weapons/Powers: Candy has no supernatural powers, but she does carry around a pocket knife that her friend gave her. It's more out of the fact that it has sentimental value than safety, and if it came down to it she probably wouldn't know how to use it effectively, but she has it.
Quirks: When she gets distracted, Candy will often hum to herself. Typically, it's either a catchy song she heard on the radio or a song from a game.
Backstory: Not really sure? We'll figure it out as we go.
Other: Yes

I’d like to defenestrate school as well, I never want to see another college flyer again.

Candy is adorable! I feel like Laughing Jack’s gonna get along with her if he shows up, just by her name. So obviously I’m gonna be controlling Slenderman as I’m the one heading this RP, but I’ll also be handling other canon characters until we get more players. I’ll post my character in the morning, maybe. Also, did you draw that picture of Candy??

not even in college yet, I don't even want to think about that fdkslnavThanks! And maybe, I think it'll be cool to see how she interacts with everyone, something tells me she's gonna be one of the babeys of the group lmao. I did not do that myself, it was a picrew. I can link it if you'd like, I use them a lot for my RP characters and this one is one of my favorites! I'll probably draw her at some point tho

Don’t do it, it’s pure hell (of course it might just be me)

Oh please do give me that link, and understandable. I’m an artist myself and I’m still developing, so I’m always looking at other people’s stuff.

Here ya go! :) https://picrew.me/image_maker/400653

Thank you!!

(Ok, so I was gonna make a new OC, but I was rereading one of my old Creepypasta RPs and I decided I didn’t utilize her the full extent, so she’s getting revived.)
This is my creepypasta OC! Meet Patchwork!

Name:Theresa Grace Couturier
Nickname/Killer name: Patchwork
Age: Looks mid-teens. (True age unknown)
Sexuality: Bisexual
Looks: Long brown hair with a couple of wide grey streaks, her left eye (from her perspective) is brown, her right eye is brown both of which are rimmed in thick grey lashes. Rather tall for a female [5’ 8”] and athletic build, built for speed and agility. Pale skin that gets easily flushed with blush, and delicate facial features.
Killing Outfit: A mask with gray eye holes, left side (from her perspective) is black and the right side is white and has a purple smile streaked across it. Wears knee-high light brown leather boots, flexible gray pants and a garment that looks similar to a shirt that’s stitched together from pieces of black fabric with a red heart stitched on the chest.
Casual Clothes: Her shirt garment, dark gray yoga pants, thick cream-colored socks she knit herself, and her hair pulled into a messy bun held together with a pair of knitting needles.
Quirks: kicks her foot back and taps the toe of her boot while she’s waiting for her latest victim to show up, immediately takes measurements of anyone she takes a liking to so she can sew/knit them stuff.
Weapons/Powers: Prefers twin black daggers, but if she needs to make a clean kill, she uses her lethally sharp knitting needles. Also is a wonderful shot with a pistol, but doesn’t use it as her first choice.
Personality: When she’s sane, she’s a very sweet, helpful girl, who tends to be shy. But if you mess with her projects or her friends, she will rip you to shreds.
Catchphrase: “Time to patch you up~“
Backstory: Was a girl who needed a heart transplant, but none of the hearts that were donated matched hers. She had gone home because the doctors said she would die soon and she wanted to spend her last days with her family. She had a boyfriend who suffered from depression and had an alcoholic father as his only family. He finally committed suicide after his father had abused him one night, leaving behind a letter to his girlfriend about what had happened and that he loved her. There was also another letter that said he wanted to donate his heart to Theresa and the hospital found it was a perfect match. After she had recovered from the surgery and became healthy again, Theresa was given her boyfriend’s letter and told that the heart she had received was her boyfriend’s. She became insane and escaped her house one night and murdered her boyfriend’s father. Then she ran into some nearby woods when the police showed up. (More explanations/details later.)
Other: When she kills a victim, she stitches pieces of fabric over the wounds and carves out the victim’s heart and replaces it with a sewn heart. White for the innocent (which usually aren’t her own kills and the victims of another killer), gray for the middle ground, and black for those she deems evil (with all their misdeeds written on strips of paper as the stuffing of the heart.). Her hobbies include baking, sewing, knitting, and embroidery.

I'm really excited for this!!

Me too!! I’m gonna try to recruit a couple more people later, but for right now… Also, do you mind playing multiple characters? Like, two or three?

I can play probably two ocs, but with cannon characters, I can't play any (I'm not familiar enough with their personalities)

Patchwork finished stitching up her freshest kill in the middle of a forest. She chuckled to herself at how stupid this guy was that he blindly followed her written directions. She could still smell the alcohol wafting from his mouth, her nose wrinkling at it. Obviously he wasn’t the brightest when he was drunk. Well, he’d never drink again, now would he? She stood up and brushed off her hands, tucking her sewing ket back into her belt before beginning to wipe the blood off of her blades.

Malcom sat on a fallen tree, sharpening his rapier with a simple whetstone he had swiped from somewhere or another. He hadn't had any planned kills today, but he did hear some noises near him and decided to wait for the prey to come to him. While he waited, Malcom hummed a melody under his breath, only a few words slipping out. "Rosey cheeks… smiling…. bones… stained with blood… lovely roses…" That went on for about ten more minutes, until he heard the noises get closer to him and he stopped.

Patch had heard noises, like metal being sharpened. ’Huh. Someone else? That’s unusual.’ She decided to investigate and came closer to the noises, hearing now a tune being sung as well. She climbed up a tree quickly and silently when the singing stopped and peered through the foliage see a young man in a shot range outfit sharpening his thin rapier. ‘So, another killer around here, huh? That’s unexpected…’

A knife with a rose engraved on the handle was flung at her, hitting the trunk of the tree. "There's no need to hide." Malcom didn't look up as he spoke, his face not changing from that content look as he continued to sharpen his blade. "So, please do come down. It's annoying to angle my head up and I'd rather not be rude."

Patchwork shrugged and dropped down from the tree lightly. “Apologies. Simply being cautious.” She produced the knife which she had tugged out of the tree, and politely held it out to him, handle first. “It’s not everyday I find someone here I didn’t invite.” Her expression was unreadable behind her mask.

Malcom made a small noise as he took the knife and flicked it into his sleeve. "Apology accepted. Now, about that last statement. Is this private property?" He finally looked up, head tilted in question as he looked over Patchwork. His eyes seemed like a sea of blood, empty yet so full of something that could pull you under.

Patchwork placed a hand on her hip as she studied Malcom in turn. “It depends on who’s asking and in what sense you mean. If you mean by law, then it belongs to the government. If you mean by killer’s claim, then it’s mine.” Her patched together tunic fluttered in the light breeze, the ribbons of her mask following along. She began to throw and catch one of her sheathed daggers, as was her habit when she was bored. “And what might your name be? I like to know the names of my guests, if you please.” Her voice had a faint French accent and was rather melodic.