forum A New Phase // One on One // Closed

Started August 08, 2020 by @Mojack group

tune

A new phase of life..

Suddenly thrown from the modern world to the old one - maybe even a completely different world? You found yourself captured, by a mysterious army. Only to be labelled as a ‘forbidden one,’ it would seem: due to your sudden appearance. Forbidden magic as they call it. But you have no idea that magic even existed to this extent. All you know is that you really got off on the wrong foot, because they’re going to execute you.

Well. That went from 0 to 100 quite fast, but yes, you’re on the line for execution. It’s not going to be a public thing - no it won’t be public, you’re not really worth that. Instead, you’re being sent to a creature they don’t speak the name of. They only know it as The Beast.

The Beast - you’ve never heard that name. But here you are, lowered into a pit of shadow, deep into the ground. At the rocky bottom lay the bones of its previous victims, as well as weapons. The walls are nearly impossible for a human to climb, and they’re so high it would take a long while to reach the ground again.
Your only solution is to face this Beast. And hope that you can make it out of here alive.

Modern ‘human’ gets thrown into a medieval fantasy world. I only say ‘human’ because your character does have magic, just no knowledge of it and thus no way to control it.
The RP begins with The Beast, obviously it does not end with it. Maybe the human finds a way to convince it to work with them..if The Beast even knows reason.
In this world:
There are magical creatures, but not to a major extent. No towns of orcs, elves, or anything like that - for now, they don’t exist in this world. There are other creatures, though. Let’s just say we’ll touch up on the species later.
Magic is a thing, forbidden amongst many towns and the overall kingdom. Magic will be another thing touched up upon later, perhaps our Beast could teach the human. When the time comes.

1. I will be asking for a writing sample, I've got the right to deny or accept you as needed. Have dialogue as well as text.
2. I would prefer mature RPers for this.
3. Ask before joining.
4. Cursing is allowed.
5. Violence and blood welcome - there will be a time and place for all of that, though.
6. For major fights, let's not autohit, but don't dodge everything either (in the event that happens, of course.)
7. If you have any questions or ideas, feel free to ask.
8. I would prefer semi-lit into literate RPers. Good grammar is always appreciated.
9. No one-liners.
10. I would prefer it be more, but I understand sometimes there isn't much going on, so I only ask that your reply be a minimum of two sentences.
11. List may or may not change.
12. Have your character react. Unsure of what to say? Write out their thought process. But also have them actually do things.
13. Let’s not METAGAME. (Refers to having in-rp knowledge on something told to you outside of RP)

Template (remove brackets.)

Name:
Aliases: (if any)
Age: (20-27)
Gender:
Sexuality:

Appearance:
Clothing:
Background:
Fears:
Other:

Thanks! And sure thing! Here's one from a different rp ^^

Arlath stared up at the red sky in confusion. It never stormed like this in Hell. Sure, it was always overcast and angry, but the clouds gathering were black, not the customary reds he'd come to expect. The lightning that danced and flickered through the cloud cover wasn't green, it was white and violently active, crackling with such energy he could feel his skin prickling even from the ground. As he watched the white spiderwebs streak and crackle across the sky, the dull roar of continuous thunder rising and falling in volume, he was struck by how…natural the storm felt. It felt like something from his own home-world, nothing like the continuous heat and unbreaking cloud-cover of Hell.

"…What?" he muttered to himself, shocked as he felt the temperature noticeably begin to drop. A sudden gust of cold wind hit him with enough force to knock him back, stumbling as he caught himself. The wind picked up again, fierce and powerful, and most disturbingly, carrying with it the first few drops of cool rain. Arlath took another step back - voluntarily this time - beginning to think he should be heading back home. Whatever was happening, it couldn't be good. As the sky above him rumbled again, loud and close enough to shake the rock formations around him, the rain hit for real, driven by the uneven, blustery wind. Arlath raised his hand to shield his face from the pelting drops, turning to leave, when there was a flash much brighter than the others. He just had time to look up when the sky split again, and an arc of electricity struck down with all the force of the worst mountain storms.

To his surprise, he was not killed instantly. There was a blinding, searing feeling of white-hot pain, and everything turned brightly colorless for a moment, then his vision slowly returned to him. It was spotty, after-images dancing across his one good eye as he tried to comprehend anything that had just happened. His first realization was that he had fallen, limp in the grass as rain much more gently pattered down upon him.

Wait. Grass? He tried to push himself up, his muscles still weak and shaky from being struck by lightning, blinking in alarmed confusion as he saw an undeniably un-hellish landscape surrounding him. Forcing his protesting body to rise, he staggered to his feet, half-falling against an obliging tree as he tried to catch his breath and understand what was happening.

Name: Boa Kingsly
Aliases: None
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay

Appearance: Boa's got pale brown eyes, short, slightly curly light brown hair, and tan skin. He's not particularly tall, standing at about 5' 8", though he's fit and strong.

Clothing: He likes long-sleeved tees and sweaters, hoodies are <3 and jeans are uncomfortable, so he'll never be caught dead in them. Otherwise, he'll kinda wear whatever.

Background: Boa got separated from his parents when he was fifteen. Trying to escape the volatile and violent place he was born in, they traveled as refugees until they were caught by the militia they were trying to escape from. His parents fought viciously to ensure Boa could escape, and despite how much it hurt to leave them, they ordered him to run, and he ran. He has no idea if they're alive or not, but he holds out hope. Neither of them were easy to kill, strong and determined. he was taken in and given to a foster family, who ended up adopting him. He grew up uneventfully, going to his local community college for an AAS in Agricultural Sciences and a Welding Technology diploma. Currently using that diploma to work at a robotics company. This was his current state of existence before, you know, he got captured.

Fears: That his parents might not be alive, or that they are alive, but have been held and tortured by the militia this entire time. He's VERY afraid of snakes and scorpions, and has a residual anxiety of the night and losing the people he loves. He's the kind to text and check up on you if you haven't talked in a few days. He hates getting in trouble and getting yelled at as well.

Other: In his cannon story, he gets ripped apart at a certain point and stitched back together. Is that something we could work into this rp? Totally okay if no, just throwing it out there ^^ Also, he's a really soft, sweet child, who kinda loves everyone just at a base line, though he can be a bit too sensitive at times.