forum Death and The Mob // OxO // Closed

Started March 26, 2020 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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(This is a reboot of an RP that died, previously called "The Necromancer and the Gangster")

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The Place

Welcome to the city of New Reynes! A city of wonder and enchantment, secrets and dangers, of magic and mayhem. New Reynes is divided into two sides: The South Side, and the North Side. The South Side is the place of all things decadent, the rich and the famous. It is controlled by three families.

The Families:

• The Torrens: the head of the Torrens is their matriarch, Bianca. Their blood talent is oath binding.
• The Caesers: the head of the Caesers is August. Their blood talent is luck.
• The Lennens: the head of the Lennens is Goldfinch. Their blood talent is truth telling.

The North Side? Ah, that's for those who don't want to be found. This is the territory of the gangs, of the criminals. This is where many casinos are located, the drug dens and the brothels. The Families operate here, owning many of the casinos and drug dens.

The Gangs:

• The Doves: assassins. Bloodthirsty and ruthless, their trademark is dyed white hair. They have no mercy for anyone. Avoid at all costs.
• The Scarhands: buyers and sellers of information. If you want to know something or purchase something less than legal, this gang is your go-to. Trademark is unknown.
• The Irons: dealers and thieves, this is the newest of the gangs. They deal mostly at the casinos, where they pickpocket the unsuspecting, while robbing you blind at cards. Trademark is tattoos of a card suit on their arms.
• The Orphan Guild: less of a gang, and more of a conglomerate. They are where the Doves and Scarhands tend to pull recruits from. The Irons independently pull, and don't bother with the Guild.

Between the two Sides is a smaller area known only as Olde Towne. Not many live there, but those that do claim a lifestyle that is unique from either of the Sides. The lifestyle of a place where the gangs don't claim but come to, and where South Siders come for adventure.

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The Magic

There are four classes of magic, with different types held inside these classes. Magic is known as a blood talent. You may have up to two types. If you have two, then the dominant magic is your blood talent, and the weaker magic is your split talent. Your last name is also a giveaway of your talent and of how powerful that talent is.

Class I: Mind
This class is where the magic of the three Families comes from, along with many other magics that can affect your perception of the world. Blood or split talents such as mind-reader, empaths, aura readers, and other such talents come from this class.

Class II: Blood
Blood magic is magic that deals in physical elemnts. Explosive magic typically comes from within this class, along with talents like fire manipulation, electrical manipulation, water manipulation, and other such abilities.

Class III: Body
This class is magic that deals with the body. Super strength, for instance, belongs to this class. Other such talents, such as flight (though arguably, this could also be classified as a class-crosser, as it could also belong to Blood), speed, healing, and the rare shapeshifter.

Class IV: Bone
The members of this class were all systematically wiped out over fifty years ago. None now remain of it, and they are spoken of only in legend. It is also referred to as the death class. It was the smallest. Necromancers are the most infamous members of this class, along with spirit speakers and diviners. If by some chance any from this class are found, they are swiftly put to death by the authorities.

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The Story

Rowan Poe is a Necromancer. The last of his class that he knows of. He has come to New Reynes to escape from his home, where they found out what he was and are trying to kill him. He is on the run and desperate, and so it is no wonder when he eventually makes his way into the North Side of New Reynes, where he runs into someone strange.

This someone? The Lord of one of the gangs. The Lord has no idea what Rowan is, as Rowan pretends to be his split talent, rather than his blood talent of Necromancy.

The Lord offers Rowan a place to stay, if in return, Rowan will assist him in something. He assures Rowan that there will be no pressure to join the gang, and that his safety is assured. Rowan, having no other ideas, accepts. To his surprise, the Lord does not bring him to the gangs headquarters, but to the Lord's personal home, saying that Rowan will be safer there.

As they work together, something begins to spark between them. But Rowan is hiding things, and so is the Lord. Both hold deadly secrets that, in the world of New Reynes, could get them killed.

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Well, if you read this far, congratulations!

I will be playing as Rowan. You will be the Gang Leader. You may pick from the four gangs listed, or make up your own instead. This will have high stakes adventure and will be a gay romance.

The city is pulled from Amanda Foody's book "Ace of Shades". Very good series.

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Rules:

• andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s rules apply
• This will be very dark in places, with mature content. So please, be prepared for this
• Smutty stuff will be taken to PMs
• This will be descriptive, with a five sentence minimum
• I would like you to be active at least once or twice a day, please!
• on that note, please let me know if you are going to be gone, and I will do the same for you
• if you have any ideas for added drama/suspense/tension/etc, let me know! I'm usually open to just about anything!
• I reserve the right to say no

I am very invested in this idea, may I join?

Can I see a sample, please?

Orchid finally made her way back to the study, the sight of the papers and books worsening her exhaustion.
She poured the dark liquid into her ink pot, and handed the cup to a maid.
The last part she had left off at was where the introduction of religion began. Apparently the other races had higher beings they be believed in and worshipped. There were places called temples or shrines or churches where they grouped together to worship the higher beings.
Orchid knew that she should familiarize herself with the cultures of the races, but there was so much and it made no sense. Though, it was nice to learn that the other races had less inequality issues and that some places had banned slavery.
“My King,” a younger maid made her way to Orchid and curtsied. “We have copied down more of the information on the Human’s organizations in power. We have searched through today’s section of the foreign books as well and copied down anything that may be of importance.”
The maid held out four scrolls of parchment.
“Thank you, you may all rest now. I will take over the last of today’s research, so please take it easy.”
The maid curtsied again and left the study.
Orchid yawned and opened the first of the scrolls. One of the first things mentioned was an organization that specialized in agriculture, which led to Orchid wondering what she could offer. From the few ‘heroes’ who had come to slay the ‘real’ Demon King, she had learned they could be bought or persuaded. If she could offer a supply of foreign goods, that could help with building a stronger foundation.
(I can find a different sample if you’d like)

That's good! You can join! Do you have any questions before I post the templates? (Also, the world's tech is about late 1800's-early 1900's, by the way)

I don’t think I have any questions for now, I’ll let you know if I have any later.

Alright, cool. I'll get the templates up :)

Name:
Nicknames:
Titles?:
Gender and Sexuality:
Age: (I was thinking between 20 and 25)
Looks:
Blood and Split Talents:
Strength of each Talent: (scale of 1-10)
Other:
*Note on naming: your last name denotes your blood talent. Ie, anyone with the last name of Mardarien is a Necromancer, anyone with the last name of Torrens is an Oath Chainer, anyone with the last name of Poe is a truth teller, etc. also! There are multiple levels of strength for different talents, and your last name tells not just ability, but the strength of it, IE "Poe" is a truth teller of around average level, but "Lennen" means that they have a high level of truth telling. Your power is only as strong as your parents power level; you aren't going to jump from a "Poe" to a "Lennen". If your parent(s) were/was a Poe, then you are a Poe. That's just how it works

Name: Rowan Mardarien Poe
Nicknames: Ro
Titles?:
Gender and Sexuality: Male, pan but leans towards males
Age: 21
Looks: Looks Rowan is slim, and at just below average height, he doesn't have a very intimidating figure at all. His eyes are a steel grey color, and he has a light tan, and faint little freckles if you look close enough. He has a few scars scattered around his body as well, from various things. He has a single small tattoo of a black skull, located on his left shoulder blade.
Blood and Split Talents:

• Blood talent: Necromancy - raising the dead and controlling them
• Split Talent: truth telling - he can tell when someone is lying

Strength of each Talent:

• Necromancy: strong, 9
• Truth Telling: about a 4

Other: ~

Well, I think I have a question now. Have you decided upon what all the last names are?

Nope! Hardly any of the last names I've actually decided on, so you're free to name your character as almost anything, except for names that I've already described :)

Also, I have to go to bed soon, so I might not reply again until morning.

Alrighty, I’ll probably take awhile to make my character and I should sleep soon as well. I’ll post em’ when I finish but that won’t be for awhile.

Alright!

Name: Venus Dawnven Torrens
Nicknames: Dawn
Titles: Lord and/or Master Venus, The Morning Star
Gender and Sexuality: Male, bisexual
Age: 24
Looks: Venus has a spindly appearing figure, though he has some defined muscles. He is closer to the tall side which helps make up for what his build lacks. Venus also has a form of albinism, so naturally he has very light toned hair(which was later on bleached completely white)and very pale skin and his eyes(the iris) leans towards a more red shade, which gives him a bit of a vampiric appearance. His hair is rather fluffy in texture and cut pretty short, except at the back where he ties his hair into a low ponytail. He has a scar across his left cheekbone and wears a dangling earring in his right ear.
Blood and Split Talents:

• Blood Talent: Nixukinesis - pressure manipulation, for him, more specifically, manipulating the amount of pressure on organic matter
• Split Talent: Oath Chaining - the act of tying one or more people to an oath

Strength of each Talent:

• Nixukinesis: 10
• Oath Chaining: 2

Other: Venus is part of the Doves and made his way up pretty high, pretty fast. He mainly uses his Blood Talent against any challengers to forcibly make them explode, and he tried using it for other things like making a smoothie faster or to cut something up, but it didn’t go so well.
(I fell asleep accidentally while trying to think of a name, eheheh. Let me know if I need to fix or change anything.)

Rowan stared around the street, half in a daze. He had arrived in New Reynes only that morning. He had told anyone who asked that his name was Rowan Poe, not Rowan Mardarien. Because the name Mardarien would get him killed, were it known of. Now, though, he needed a place to stay. The South Side was too dangerous for him, and he hadn't found anywhere in Olde Towne. So how he was in the North Side, keeping an eye out for thieves and trying to find at least a hotel room for the night. He had a messenger bag slung at his side, inside of which were all his worldly possessions. He kept one hand on the bag at all times, wary of it being stolen.

Before coming here, he had read as much as he could about this city, though that hadn't really adequately prepared him for much of its realities, such as the brothels he had passed, where scantily clad men and women had called out to him, and he had tried to ignore them as best he could. Tried to ignore the casinos and the other businesses. Had stared at those claiming they could tell fortunes or see the future; those talents had died with the rest of the Bone talents. Well. Except for his.

In any case, he had to be very careful about what he said, what he did. He didn't want to die for something he couldn't help. But, more importantly, he needed a place to stay tonight.

Venus twiddled a strand of his hair. He walked with purpose, but slowly, like he was strolling in a park.
There wasn’t much for him to do at this time of day, or night, rather. He also tended to do things on whim, and today’s decision was to walk about. He probably shouldn’t stay in for days on end anyway.
He had nothing to fear or to worry about, and most of everyone would leave him alone, which should make for a peaceful walk. There of course was still plenty of people and noise about, but it could be ignored and nothing should make an advance. Venus would just have to hope he didn’t get jostled around when it got busier, who knows what kinds of things have touched these people.
Venus made another corner and stumbled across a seemingly lost figure. They definitely didn’t seem like they were here to mingle with anyone, then again, they didn’t seem like they even belonged here.
Another decision made on whim for today, was to talk to this person, with the hope that it would be somewhat entertaining or time consuming. Venus certainly hadn’t seen them around before, not that he remembered everyone’s face.
Before approaching, he quickly considered how he should initiate the conversation. Then he decided to just go ahead and do something.
He tapped the figures shoulder, more in a childish manner though, like pressing the keys of a piano to see what would happen.
“Hello there.”

Rowan jumped, spinning around to see who had touched him. He automatically hugged his bag tighter, at the same moment as a hand touched his collar to make sure it was still snug around his throat, hiding the tattoo that ran around the base of his throat, the one that would give away something that could get him killed. "Uhm…hi." he said slowly. His eyes saw the shock of pale hair, and realized he must be speaking to a Dove.
Oh, shit. He took a deep breath, and took a slight step back.
"Do you…need something?" he asked slowly, hoping he wasn't about to killed or something for this. For…whatever was going on.

Venus smiled to the person in front of him, they reacted in a way he expected and in a way he enjoyed.
“Don’t really need anything from you, I just got a bit bored wandering about. I also don’t think I’ve seen you around before either …”
Venus scanned over the young man before him, now that he was up close- he could see a bit more.
“You stand out a bit to me, you seem lost. You also seem very on edge, scared of losing your belongings, and like you’re hiding something or on the run,” he chuckled. “Don’t worry, I won’t pry and I don’t have a reason to kill you yet. However I am concerned about your business here.”
This person, seemed to Venus, like he could be a pretty good person so far. His reaction was pretty good, and he seemed pretty defensive, though it didn’t seem like he would stay himself for very long in this part of the world. It didn’t seem like he had much more on him than what he carried, if this place was for tourist type people, he’d fit right in. He probably wouldn’t be a problem.

Rowan blinked. "I'm…new around here." he replied slowly, figuring that was as good a thing to start with as any. "That's all. I'm not, uhm, not a threat." Now that was a lie. He could have been a big threat, had he wanted to be. These streets crawled with the dead and the dying. He could have raised an army.
But he didn't want that. He just wanted to find his father, because he was running out of time. He was running out of life. Running out of time, out of blood and bone and body and mind.
He shook his head quickly, pushing away those memories and thoughts.

“You seem like you’ve got a lot on your mind. Now, I wouldn’t say that people just happen to be ‘new’ around here, and I don’t really see you as a threat. I don’t think anyone does …”
Venus leaned in closer, in his mind, it was a perfectly rational idea, but to someone else- it might not be.
“But now that you point it out specifically, and we take into factor where we are, it seems a bit suspicious-“ he laughed, mainly to himself. “You’ve been entertaining so far, I like you. I’m Venus, what’s your name?”
Venus peeled a glove off his hand, then held his hand out for a handshake.
More on the whim decisions were being made, Venus probably should keep track of all the random things he does. He should at least have a daily limit of random choices he can make in a day, before he accidentally declares war with a gang, drinks two bottles of poison, and gets found by Bianca.

He frowned a little bit, and cautiously shook Venus' hand. "Ah. Yes. Right. Well. I'm not sure how to prove it to you. I'm Rowan." He said slowly. His collar stayed, thankfully, snug against his skin, not showing the line of tattoos there. His hands were free of marks, save for a few scars scattered on his pale skin, the marks of a blade slipping and cutting into the hands holding it, accidental and random.
"Now, I really…I need to get going, find somewhere to stay." He looked around, dropping Venus' hand.