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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2016 22:42:30 GMT -5
CURRENTLY CLOSED- will open to new roleplayers through audition/popular vote in the future!
Over a 100 years after Mankind was nearly wiped out, a new civilization has begun to form. People have begun to band together into settlements and towns, working together to meet their needs to survive. However, things aren't quite that simple. On the outskirts of these towns lurk dangerous monsters, beasts that were once human and are no longer. Bands of hunters have been employed to dispatch them, but with this hunt comes political and moral issues that throw the world into turmoil.
((This rp will contain themes of violence, morals, and humanity. It is set in an alternate timeline. There are various environments in this rp that characters can move through. Most settlements and weapons are primitive.))
Based on morals, personal beliefs, religion, etc. mankind has split up into several different factions, described below. Some groups/factions are allies, while others will stop at nothing to thwart the other.
►Monster Hunters: small bands of hunters trainer to capture and kill previously human monsters. Often belong to villages that have begun to spring up in the wilderness. Believe that monsters must be kept in control for the greater good of humanity. Pro-advancement.
► Anti-Hunters:
groups or individuals who roam the wild, looking to stop the hunting of monsters. Most are anti-civilization, and want to stop villages and governments from destroying the wilderness. Believe that monsters should be cured, and that history will repeat itself if man advances too far.
► Ferals:
the same as an Anti-Hunter, but they reject settlements altogether and live in the wilderness.
►Neutrals/Villagers/Civilians: Individuals unaffiliated with the hunt or stopping it. Operate on their own personal agendas and beliefs, may be wanderers or may be tied to townships.
Chantz Mayfair Hunter roleplayed by Gojira (creator)
Marshall Wolfhart Feral roleplayed by Gojira (creator)
Mahtab Hunter roleplayed by June (mod)
Elliot Sharpe Anti roleplayed by June (mod)
Misha Monster Hunter roleplayed by Sorrel
Kaelen Anti roleplayed by Sorrel
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2016 22:19:46 GMT -5
(( extra save!! ))
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Sapphic
sorrel
>:3c
Pronouns: she/her or they/them
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Post by sorrel on Sept 21, 2016 22:51:44 GMT -5
"Nothin' like a good hike!" said Misha, cupping her hastily knitted wool mittens over her mouth to yell above the howling wind. Her voice had grown shrill and hoarse, but not more so than the cutting of the breeze over sparse dunes and lifeless skeletons of ancient forests. She glanced from side to side at the hooded and ragged figures beside her, each sharing in bleak comradery in their upwards crawl towards - what they believed to be, at least - the very den of the monsters they had made it their duty to destroy. Misha had seen her fair share of the beasts - some scaly and writhing, others blackened by sparse fur and beady eyes - but she wasn't sure how prepared she was to battle a whole horde of them. The anxiety weighed on her a little like a brick, a little like a rock dragging behind her, but she knew she had to press on through the wavering landscape, each massive dune higher and more obscured by blue smog than the next. It was all she could do to crack a joke. Her lips upturned into a tight, smug grin, and she elbowed whoever was next to her, trying to get their attention.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2016 0:53:45 GMT -5
Chantz had been walking along rather merrily, which was more than a little peculiar given his occupation and the circumstances of the world. To those that knew him, however, it was to be expected. He had a habit of being genuinely cheerful in even the bleakest of times, and now on their march towards the monster's den was no different. There were times when he even caught himself whistling or humming along to some age-old tune that had been passed down by elders, which was surely to the annoyance of his companions. Being elbowed by Misha had startled him, although not terribly so, and he quickly retorted with a playful shove. "You better watch it, or I'll let whatever's in there rip your guts out, and we can't have that!" He said with a wink. It may have sounded like a grim or even morbid statement, but everything Chantz said was buried underneath so many layers of sarcasm and irony it was hard to distinguish what was even true half the time.
He shivered a little against a sudden gust of frigid air, drawing his jacket around him. He wasn't sure what to make of the cold, there were days where he loved the snow and days where he would rather bake in the 100 degree sun, so he supposed he was indifferent to winter's arrival on the horizon save for the fact that it would make surviving harder. His grip tightened on the long blue and red scythe in his hands. It was an intriguing weapon, and had two blades on either side of the staff in order to make combat easier. He'd had the thing for quite a while and was quite fond of it (he'd even named it) (its name was "Martha.")
He felt a strange mix of excitement and fear as their party grew nearer to where monsters inevitably tread. Over his years of hunting the things, he had learned to feel when they were around like some sort of freakish sixth sense. The thrill never quite wore off, but neither did the apprehension and unease.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2016 23:02:56 GMT -5
Mahtab stole only enough time to glance towards Chantz and Misha as they spoke to one another in what could only be interpreted as nervous banter; well, Misha was nervous at least- she could never quite be certain what Chantz was feeling at a given moment. A sigh escaped her cracked lips, the chilled air slicing glass against every bit of her being; she was never one to appreciate the sun's yearly absence, and almost always the newfound dark left her in an even moreso quiet and withdrawn state than usual.
"Sh." The whisper wasn't so rude as much as it was contemplative. Mahtab had frozen in place as her two companions had momentarily blurred her ability to hear what was lurking just beyond the ridge, a task that was certainly more important than playful banter. After all, she was certain that aside from their humor and the faint humming from Chantz, there was something more pricking at her senses, and heightening her nerves. "I hear something." Another whisper; her gloved hands curled tightly around the base of a sword she held- it was an old and dented thing, one that certainly foretold its fair share of abuse.
The woman crept forward, this time with her chest parallel to the ground and her back curved to keep her head ducked out of sight. Most often it would be typical to hear footsteps or perhaps an overturned branch to alert one of a nearby beast, but instead what made Mahtab inhale in sharp fear was a hallow breath of air, one that came from lungs that had to've been at least the size of her entire self. Brilliant.
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Another was lurking beneath the ever-looming gazes of evergreens and red ferns, a shape small in both in what she was (a human) and in comparison to the twisting landscape around her; she held onto a spear in ragged fingers in such a way a child may hold onto a toy- clutchingly, desperate. She had good reason to be afraid though: with both humans and monsters around every corner, happy things to target someone with her political beliefs, it was most certainly a harder fight to save yourself without killing another. And those hunters think their job is difficult. She thought dryly to herself, the pettiness of poking fun at their routine enough to momentarily snap her out of her earlier anxiety.
Elliot paused, suddenly hearing what sounded like... Music? Indescribably the noise was familiar, however she thanked this mostly to having somehow heard the some tune at a point in her life, as the voice was anything but. Then another- at least three more. She craned her head about the clearing, eyes wide and hopeful at the possibility of catching a few hunters pre-game. What she'd do to stop them was a gamble, but of course, it was one she was willing to bet.
"They're close." She called back, keeping her voice soft, to whoever else had followed her on the "mission".
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Sapphic
sorrel
>:3c
Pronouns: she/her or they/them
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Post by sorrel on Sept 23, 2016 2:34:51 GMT -5
The person beside her bit back at Misha's small form. She tensed her shoulders, almost imperceptible as she stiffened below the rags she wore over her skeletal frame. Her mouth contorted into a wide, thin-lipped but stiff grin as she met his eyes with her own bloodshot and purple-lined O R B S. She swung her shoulder towards him to defuse her own unease at his grating words. She was about to snap back a snide comment when Mahtab interrupted their dance. "Whatcha want?" she hissed, voice muffled by a thick swathe of fabric around her throat. She buried her face deeper. The cold cut into her cheeks, along with the woman's stern glare. She made a face of defiance, then turned to the side; nonetheless, she lowered her voice to a breathy grumble. She regarded Mahtab with a scathing look, doubtful of the woman's hunting abilities.
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