forum "If This is My Penance, So Be It" (REBOOT O/O open)

Started August 07, 2020 by @Oakiin

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Both of my old rps with this died, unfortunately, so yeah

Warning!!
Deals with dark themes. TW for mention of self-harm and suicide

Little bit of a different rp, since there SO many heart-squeezy tale ones, (which is fine!), and tbh I want something new.
…I hope I'm not the only one here who would die for the "grizzled old traumatized character ends up adopting the young ray of starshine" trope. Joel and Ellie from the first Last of Us, anyone?
As usual, when starting these more out-there brain bubbles, I have no brain bubble if I'll be getting any interest or not, but hey, worth a shot

NOW.
in my own version of this, there are several options we could traverse.
Since I call being old trauma-man, your character can be any age under this sun (except anything past teens. 19's stretching it). Like, we could meet when your character's a baby. Or when they're 17. Or anywhere in between. My preference is a little older, since it's gonna hurt my little heart if I have to write about an old man being mean to a young ankle-biter because he's fighting his own fatherly instincts.
But, up to you!
Also, my character is not going to be an oc of mine, I'm stealing him from the Doom world, but whatever, I love him regardless. Just lettin ya know.

Rules:
First come first serve
I may ask for a writing example if we haven't rp'd before
May contain some pretty dark themes
Do not be rude please
andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s
If you have any complaints, do not hesitate to bring them to me!
I may change or update these at any time
You don't have to reply super speedy, but please let two days be the limit, unless you let me know beforehand.
Please have good grammar. Thank-you. Occasional slip ups are fine, of course
Swearing is fine, and allowed, just don't go too overboard
No god modding
Please keep your replies a little longer. Doesn't have to be more than 3 lines, but wherever you can, try to stay above 1.
If either one of us doesn't reply for four days with no warning, please bump/be cognizant that I will bump. I occasionally think I've replied to a thing when in high-res hallucination I have not.
Please don't let this die!!!!

Character sheet:
Will post if I get any interest.

Hey, I'd be interested..? I can totally grab a sample, or leave this open if you want someone else to join though :3

Character's name:
Character's age:
Gender:
Personality:
Physical Description:
Brief Backstory:
Other:

I'll get mine up in a bit!

(sure thing! ^^)

Aight, here's my guy! :D
Character's name: Arlath
Character's age: 48
Gender: Male
Personality: Arlath is kind, if subdued. He doesn't talk too much, and seems distant. He'll be friendly, but on a superficial level, and really doesn't want any sort of close relationships. He does not talk about whatever happened to him, but it's clear he's been through some stuff. The more he's push, the more terse he gets
Physical Description: I can actually just post a pic, I mean…He's from a game xD https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/doom/images/c/c4/Tumblr_94ea282ee7c10a32a3b017405ec899c8_b22579dc_400.png/revision/latest?cb=20200424222051
He's got a scar running through his right peeper, blinding it.
Brief Backstory: He was a warrior, fighting for his country in some war. He won't say more than that.
Other: His hammer doesn't have the red parts most the time. Usually it's deactivated. Also, it's name is Exhunt. He carries with him a small leather bag, though he never shares whatever's inside it.

Character's name: Arla Nixton
Character's age: 10(?)
Gender: Female
Personality: Arla is super bubbly. There's no other way to say it. She's super sweet, and willing to lend a hand. But she's also kind of… a goody-two-shoes. Or a teacher's pet, in a way. She doesn't mean to, but she tries to kiss up to the adults in her life, or even her own friends. Though she's not a snob about it- erm… most of the time.
Physical Description: Arla has the prettiest blue-bell peepers. They're definitely one of her most noticed features, above anything else; being a deep ocean blue color, brightening up when she smiles. Her skin is pretty naturally a peachy tan, giving her blonde hair a more pale color to it. When she leaves it down, her hair brushes right past her shoulder blades. But normally she would have her thick mess pulled back into a braid or some sort of pony-tail. Even as a kid, Arla was always pretty giraffy; currently at the age of ten, she's about 5'2'' and roughly 100 pounds. I'm going to be working on a drawing of her, sometime soon. If you want to see.
Brief Backstory: To keep it simple, Arla's parents just didn't want her when she was born. Her mother didn't want a ankle-biter, and her father felt unprepared to be one. So they gave her off to an orphanage. She lived there for most of her life, not really knowing there was much else in life. She just assumed she was born that way, and this was how life worked. She's definitely obliviously naive.
Other: She has a slight accent. Though it's most unidentifiable. She doesn't really share where she came from, mostly because she doesn't know/remember. Though it sounds similar to a toned down Irish accent, or possibly South-African.

(I. LOVE her!!!! And if you do draw her, PLEASE share, I would love to see her!! :D :D
@Frausty-The-temporary ice friend YES PLEASE! :D I can set up a new thread, or you can copy paste, whatever you prefer! ^^)

(Ahh, I'm glad! I haven't gotten to use her yet, so this should be fun :3)

(I'm super hyped! :D I'll get a starter up here soon, or if you have an brain bubble of how you wanna start it, tbh you can post a starter ^^)

(Sounds good to me!)

(Aight, I'll send ya a pm then! :D)

(Ahh, I'm glad! I haven't gotten to use her yet, so this should be fun :3)

(I'm super hyped! :D I'll get a starter up here soon, or if you have an brain bubble of how you wanna start it, tbh you can post a starter ^^)

(If my skull control weren't so completely dead, I would seriously offer. If nothing is up in a little bit, I might try then. But honestly, I got nothing right now :P)

(Ahh, I'm glad! I haven't gotten to use her yet, so this should be fun :3)

(I'm super hyped! :D I'll get a starter up here soon, or if you have an brain bubble of how you wanna start it, tbh you can post a starter ^^)

(If my skull control weren't so completely dead, I would seriously offer. If nothing is up in a little bit, I might try then. But honestly, I got nothing right now :P)

(Aha that's okay, I feel ya xD One of us will get something up by the end of the day! My character is not human, in case I didn't give you that heads up, so we can def be on earth, he just is lost and bumfuzzled about it xD)

(Let me know if this doesn't work, I can always re-write it! ^^)

The heavy overcast let a soft cloud juice fall down on the city below. The soft rumble from the finishing storm rolled throughout the streets, an occasional flash streaking across the sky. It was definitely a surprise to say the least, after the dry-spout the smaller city had gone through. Though one soul in particular wasn't complaining.
With her bright smile, Arla grinned as she skipped down the sidewalk with her umbrella. She was alone on the streets, her stompy weather clompers making a squeaky sound as she walked. Her hair was pulled back into a braid, swinging back and forth to the bounce in her step. Arla had been on the way back to where she lived from school when the cloud juice had started up again. The showers had been on and off all day, the clouds never rolling away.
"It's like some kind of magic!" She had earlier said to one of her classmates, inventing some kind of story to go with it. The way she talked about it, you would have thought she believed in that kind of stuff. But she never seemed to be too invested in it.

Arla continued to walk along in mostly silence, humming softly. She seemed to be in a chipper mood, managing to turn a gloomy day into something more. Her pale-pink coat reached her leghinges, her black leggings peeking out in the break between her coat and stompy weather clompers. Occasionally she hopped onto a shallow puddle, grinning brighter as she did so.
Eventually when she was about a block away from the orphanage, she caught sight of the park. She stopped in her walking, glancing across the street.
"It couldn't hurt to take a detour…" She trailed off, her smile picking up. With her decided plan, she slowly made her way across the street— after looking both ways— coming up to the park.
The path was concrete, slick with the cloud juice. But it wasn't muddy like the earth fur. So she made sure to keep on the pathway as she walked.

(I'm thinking the storm is probably caused by your guy coming to earth. Just a suggestion though :3)

(aahhh this is stunning! Having the storm be caused by my guy is genius, I love it :D (Also, I like the lines you put in-between rp and ooc, I'm definitely using that from here on out xD)

Arlath stared up at the red sky in confusion. It never stormed like this in heck. 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 heck.

"…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 cloud juice. 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 cloud juice 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 peeper as he tried to comprehend anything that had just happened. His first realization was that he had fallen, limp in the earth fur as cloud juice much more gently pattered down upon him.

Wait. earth fur? 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 groundhands, half-falling against an obliging leafy tower as he tried to catch his breath and understand what was happening.

(Wow, that got long!~ Yours really inspired me to go all out tbh xD)

(Thank you, thank you! :)(Lol, I normally try to do it for roleplays like these :3)

Arla continued to walk, half skipping as she did. She was still humming softly, holding a hand out from under the edge of her umbrella. cloud juice drops built up in her palm and started running down her forearm when she tipped her hand a bit.
Her blue peepers lit up at the cold sensation, grinning further. To say she jazzed easily was an understatement.
Water dripped from her fingers when she pulled her hand back, a gust of wind blowing through. She did her best to hold onto her umbrella, but the wind yanked it out of her grasp, blowing it off into the distance.
"Hey!" Arla shouted, running after it. But she wasn't making it very far, her groundhands continually slipping out from underneath her. A huff of frustration escaped her lips as she stepped into the earth fur, hoping things would be easier there.

But as she was running after the black umbrella, a streak of lightning bolted to the ground. It was a little ways away, but too close for comfort. Arla felt her peepers grow wide, deciding she could just get a new umbrella.
So quickly she made her way back onto the path, pushing her wet hair out of her face. Quickly she continued walking down the path, approaching where the lightning had struck. To her surprise, she saw a figure lying on the ground. She tried to make out the shape through the darkness of the evening, figuring it was a person. As soon as she figured it out, she ran back into the earth fur out to the figure.
"Jeepers mister, are you okay?" Arla called out, avoiding the mud best she could. But she was also trying to reach the man, hoping he was alright.

(Haha, we totally don't have to keep it this long, but we totally can!)