Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2018 7:14:43 GMT -5
What a Beautiful, Gilded Cage.
You're here because you're a criminal.
About:
The kingdom of Achelous was supposed to be a beautiful, idealistic place. Funny how certain things don't always turn out how you plan it, isn't it? Instead, Achelous is cruel kindom in which corrupt nobles rule and back-alley deals rule the court. The king and his wealthy subjects are hungry for entertainment, and there's nothing more thrilling than watching highly skilled criminals fight to the death. And so the Gilded Cage was born. Designed like the Roman Gladiator battles of old, the Gilded Cage is where the nobles' prized pets - i. e. captured criminals - fight to the death against one another. The nobles often show off their new playthings at galas, balls, and any important event. But its no secret they torture them. Now the glorified prisoners are becoming restless. They will fight, and they will spark a revolution. One that could overtake Achelous' government itself. Will you join them?
Things to note:
Follow all forum rules.
You must type up at least two well-written paragraphs each response.
Achelous is a future, dystopian world with amazing technology and modern amenities.
This has some dark themes, as prisoners have been tortured mercilessly.
Have fun! After all, criminals are awesome to RP. Especially when they're kind of far gone.
Form:
Username | Character Name | Old Profession | How they are (before being captured) | How they will be (after being captured for a long time |
CharacterS: (4/8 spots open!)
| Pepper Mint 💥 | Lucia Noavek | 19 years old | Assassin/Spy | With pale auburn hair and the warmest brown eyes, Lucia looks very innocent for what she does. But you’ll be surprised at how fierce this girl actually is. Lucia has long pale ginger hair that cascades to her mid-back in loose waves. She almost always has it in a simple braid, or if she’s doing a mission at a ball, she’ll put it up in an elaborate braid. She is quite slender but lithely toned, and moves with grace and fluidity almost like a lioness. Lucia is quite petite being 5’2”, but as her favorite motto says, “fierce things come in small packages.” Her eyes are easily her best feature and they’ve been able to lure many men. With their warm brown shade, they’re flecked with gold and amber and framed by long, dark lashes. She’s been described to have a fierce, natural beauty - like a tiger - with high cheekbones and smirking lips. Lucia is very vibrant and vivid for what she does, and makes great conversation. She is very witty and charming - perfect for a spy - and she has a tiny streak of sarcasm that will often come out when she’s angry. And she gets angry a lot. She is very temperamental, and fight anyone who gets in her way. It’s actually quite funny to see a small, petite woman yelling up at a man much bigger than her. She kills and spies with ruthless efficiency and is very good in tight spots. She is known to hold a grudge, but can be forgiving once in a while. She kills fiercely, but loves even more so. If you win this girl’s loyalty, you will have gained an amazing ally who will fight and win for you. She usually wears tight-fitting peasant - although, their made with the finest material- trousers and her deep red cloak, accompanied with her main weapon silver daggers and arsenal of others she hides. But, she will wear court dresses and ball gowns usually in hues of green, blue, and purple. She will work for the highest bidder. | Lucia is still as beautiful as ever, but now has hollowed cheeks and dark circles under her eyes that are often concealed with makeup for galas. She is taken care of more than the other captives, and is always fed, bathed on time and given the most beautiful garments, but some may say her sentence is worse. After all, her captor is Maven Sadreal, the terribly dark and cruel prince. He manipulates and abuses her in ways that would disgust even the most shady of criminals. She is given multiple “gifts.” A collar disguised as a sapphire necklace, a leash disguised as a fine silk scarf, a corset that is a body bind. Yes, she definitely has one of the worst predicaments. But she will fight. In front of Maven, she acts sweet, somewhat playful and like he’s broken her spirit, if only to trick him. But she is secretly plotting and is determined to get her revenge. She’s gotten significantly more vicious and bloodthirsty, and sometimes delights in killing others. She scares herself; she thinks she’s going to become a monster, and fights hard against her now common feelings. There is one thing she’ll never give up though. That is her loyalty.
𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 | Connor Fairday | condottiere |
He was twenty years old when they found him. Young and healthy, he had been the ring-leader of a group of seven mercenaries, but you wouldn't know that just by looking at him. Everything about him screamed 'normal'; brown hair that usually appeared lighter than it really was from sun exposure, cut short and boyish, dark eyes reminiscent of chocolate chips. He had a handsomely oval-shaped face with a strong jaw and gentle cheeks, and an ever-present shadow of a beard. Otherwise, he was unimpressive. Standing at 5'7", he is neither above nor below the height of most men, and he wasn't visibly muscular or strong, rather, he was lithe and... average. You may wonder how such a boring entity could become the leader of men much bigger and older than him. Well, while his figure was not imposing or intimidating, his behavior was. He was tough, and rather a great deal more intelligent than any of the people he worked with. Connor was manipulative and sneaky, with endurance and agility enough to match others' sheer strength that managed to convince the mercenaries that he should be in charge of their operation, so he was the contractor when it came to killing and stealing. He learned through the mercenaries how to wield a wide range of weapons, as well as defend himself if they were fighting with fists. He was doing very well for himself and the others when they found him. They dragged him out of bed, through the streets, to the Gilded Cage. In a matter of minutes, his life went from just about perfect to an absolute nightmare. / If one baking ingredient could describe this young man's personality, it would be vanilla extract. To an observer, it smells heavenly, and everyone knows that it makes cookies taste so good, but to be tempted into tasting just a drop of it is quite possibly the worst decision one could make. Like the dark brown liquid, he comes across as pleasant, with a crooked smile that makes him seem harmless, if not a bit of a tease. In reality, Connor is a bitter person with no fear or compassion toward those he deems unworthy, which is pretty much anyone outside of his small group. His lack of sympathy is not noticeable at first, disguised by a cunning façade of sweetness and hope. When a smile graces his face, it’s like waves gracing the shore, and lights up what is usually a trepid or frowning countenance, just another cover. He will turn on anyone he suspects of betraying him without a second thought, and if there is something in his path, he will remove it swiftly, without mercy, and with no regard for who or what it might be; he is always prepared to do whatever it takes to further himself in life. | FC; Francisco Lachowski. He is now under the control of a mean noble by the name of Jaeger du Lac. Already, only a month into his time, the days have hollowed him like woodpeckers might do to a tree. Where there once was a clear, soft-looking face, there are barely concealed dark circles around his eyes, a split lip that is opened again each time it heals, and thin cheeks. All of which is, of course, covered whenever his owner drags him to some party or another. His knuckles are calloused from throwing punches and slightly swollen from being broken once. Bruises old and new dance up his forearm and neck, while his shoulders and sides are scarred many times over. Not that anyone would notice, based on the fancy suits he must wear. His hair, when attending balls, is styled and neatly up-kept as it used to be. Any other time, it is now a mess, long enough in front to just reach his eyes, and cover his ears and to mid-neck in the back. His facial hair grows to more than just a shadow, almost a light beard before it is trimmed. Trial by water has proven to be his downfall, and seems to have a chronic cough and trouble breathing because of the torture he receives. His eyes are always vacant, as if his soul has left his body and left nothing but a shell. / His personality, on the other hand, has not changed quite so obviously as his figure. He is still bitter, biding his time, determined to survive if only to kill whoever turned him in. He spends his days trying to decide who of his mercenaries had snitched, because he knows he didn't do anything to be caught without a warning. He pretends to paint on the walls and is mostly silent, though his psychopathic tendencies coupled with the trauma and stress of the Gilded Cage have done him no favors and are bound to cause him to snap. | “Why did I do it? You have to commit. You have to make a decision.”
Sweetclover1 | Alexen "Lux" Lorrein | Lead of a huge drug ring |Alexen is a rather slight creature with the softest features. Really, they have a heart shaped face that has just a little bit of baby fat on it, with wide and soft green eyes. They have warm, honey blonde hair and a light smattering of freckles on their features. Really they look like that stereotypical angel, and they almost have the height with it too, standing at five foot seven. Even with that height they don't look much older than sixteen even if their a solid twenty years old. Don't let that sweet demeanor fool you, though. Alexen had used their good standing in society (their father was an important man on the streets, ALexen had been the pride of the family, the best "Son" that they had) to build a strong enough drug empire that they were practically controlling half of the country. They hadn't started out like that, of course, if anything they were selling just because they needed the money. The moment Alexen had turned seventeen he had been kicked out so they could be self sufficient and this was the route they chose. Their empire began to expand and grow and with that so did their wealth. They sold everything from highly addictive to simply nice things for parties. They did make the mistake, though, of threatening their father and guessed who turned them in? At one point Alexen had been too ambitious for their own good and knew how to manipulate anyone and get away with just about anything. Not only this but they are always brimming with energy and was a total optimist and loved people. | Alexen is now twenty two and has lost all of that innocent baby fat. Instead they now have hollowed out cheeks and bags that look like bruises under their eyes.They have lost about half of their weight now and barely eat even if given food. Their nose now has the signature bump of a once broken nose and has countless scars all over his body, the worst being an X mark on his lower back. They are totally underweight and the only shape their body has is the slightest amount of muscle they have gained from fighting. Their knuckles are constantly split and bleeding since they pick at the scabs whenever they are forced to throw punches in their matches and they have burn scars that litter their sides and up their neck as well.They're twitchy now and won't let anyone even touch them, their hair longer now and constantly in dread locks until the prison guards force them to shave it. Usually when it's long it's stained with dirt and probably blood, too. They aren't the best at offensive fighting but just like they were in business they are pretty mean defensively and thats the only reason why they are still alive. They specialize in pressure points and poisons if allowed to use them. Now they no longer hold that ambition and theyre desperate to get out of the Onslaught, although throughout the torture they do have a problem of needing a fix and it's the only reason why they still fight so viciously. It seems that Alexen has two personalities. One is this fierce and desperate one, the other is this strange mother-like one that will probably disappear the moment they either escape the Onslaught or they are killed. They try to keep the newer Onslaught members upbeat and if they survive long enough for the rebellion they'd be the type to try and keep people together. |
astro | Cameron ‘Cam’ Kylliss | Gang Member / Mobster
Most would observe first that Cameron is above average in height, standing at 6 feet, 3 inches tall. His shoulders are broad and muscular, his complexion honey gold, even if he doesn't get out much. One would guess that it is a natural tone for him. His eyes are a cold baby blue with grey flecks throughout, the most expressive part of him. Loosely wavy jet black hair grows rampant atop of his head, thick and healthy. Cam has a number of identifying characteristics such as a long nose, a small gap in his front teeth, and freckles dotting his body, thickest on his forearms, shoulders, and face. Cam sports two gold helix piercings in his left ear, and a right eyebrow piercing. He prefers to wear the leather jacket of his gang, The Red Devils, black, mid-calf combat boots, and solid colored shirts. One wouldn't find him without a pack of smokes, somewhere on his person. Cameron grew up with a troubled youth, losing his mother at birth. His relationship with his father wasn't great, and as soon he was kicked out of the house that was when he found The Red Devils. He'd joined them almost immediately, finding the only family he'd ever known. Cam doesn't take flack from anyone, and he'd let them know fairly quickly, sometimes more violently than others. An unstable environment growing up has led to him having trust issues and has turned his mind cynical and bitter. He has a chip on his shoulder for the people who've had it easy, and has a sharp time. Some find his harsh, dark humor likable, others seeing it as threatening and crude. He has a rugged charm to him, and he has a way with words when he's not fighting with someone. His habits can be considered unhealthy, at the least. Cameron has been overseen by Dexter Blaismou, and the days of hard work have only made him stronger. By day, he works like a horse, keeping the estate clean, doing the grunt work. By night, he's in the ring, fighting tooth and claw, or polished up to appear like new for a ball. His knuckles have become thick skinned, and no longer break on impact. He's become more quiet, the more likable parts of him receding away. No more of the wolfish smile, the morbid humor, or those smooth, sweet words of his. He listens well to his master, people would notice, more seen rather than heard. In the ring he is brutal, taunting, slashing, absolutely decimating all who stand against him. The desperate attempts to do as he is told suggests something sinister awaits him if he doesn't follow instructions. Something strong enough to break him down. Secretly, Cameron loves to look at the stars, and has the singing voice of an angel. He longs to see his gang once more, the only people he's had support him in his life. For now, he's focusing on taking it day by day. Each day his cold mind calculates escapes, but something keeps him from making his move. Perhaps all he needs is some support.
You're here because you're a criminal.
About:
The kingdom of Achelous was supposed to be a beautiful, idealistic place. Funny how certain things don't always turn out how you plan it, isn't it? Instead, Achelous is cruel kindom in which corrupt nobles rule and back-alley deals rule the court. The king and his wealthy subjects are hungry for entertainment, and there's nothing more thrilling than watching highly skilled criminals fight to the death. And so the Gilded Cage was born. Designed like the Roman Gladiator battles of old, the Gilded Cage is where the nobles' prized pets - i. e. captured criminals - fight to the death against one another. The nobles often show off their new playthings at galas, balls, and any important event. But its no secret they torture them. Now the glorified prisoners are becoming restless. They will fight, and they will spark a revolution. One that could overtake Achelous' government itself. Will you join them?
Things to note:
Follow all forum rules.
You must type up at least two well-written paragraphs each response.
Achelous is a future, dystopian world with amazing technology and modern amenities.
This has some dark themes, as prisoners have been tortured mercilessly.
Have fun! After all, criminals are awesome to RP. Especially when they're kind of far gone.
Form:
Username | Character Name | Old Profession | How they are (before being captured) | How they will be (after being captured for a long time |
CharacterS: (4/8 spots open!)
| Pepper Mint 💥 | Lucia Noavek | 19 years old | Assassin/Spy | With pale auburn hair and the warmest brown eyes, Lucia looks very innocent for what she does. But you’ll be surprised at how fierce this girl actually is. Lucia has long pale ginger hair that cascades to her mid-back in loose waves. She almost always has it in a simple braid, or if she’s doing a mission at a ball, she’ll put it up in an elaborate braid. She is quite slender but lithely toned, and moves with grace and fluidity almost like a lioness. Lucia is quite petite being 5’2”, but as her favorite motto says, “fierce things come in small packages.” Her eyes are easily her best feature and they’ve been able to lure many men. With their warm brown shade, they’re flecked with gold and amber and framed by long, dark lashes. She’s been described to have a fierce, natural beauty - like a tiger - with high cheekbones and smirking lips. Lucia is very vibrant and vivid for what she does, and makes great conversation. She is very witty and charming - perfect for a spy - and she has a tiny streak of sarcasm that will often come out when she’s angry. And she gets angry a lot. She is very temperamental, and fight anyone who gets in her way. It’s actually quite funny to see a small, petite woman yelling up at a man much bigger than her. She kills and spies with ruthless efficiency and is very good in tight spots. She is known to hold a grudge, but can be forgiving once in a while. She kills fiercely, but loves even more so. If you win this girl’s loyalty, you will have gained an amazing ally who will fight and win for you. She usually wears tight-fitting peasant - although, their made with the finest material- trousers and her deep red cloak, accompanied with her main weapon silver daggers and arsenal of others she hides. But, she will wear court dresses and ball gowns usually in hues of green, blue, and purple. She will work for the highest bidder. | Lucia is still as beautiful as ever, but now has hollowed cheeks and dark circles under her eyes that are often concealed with makeup for galas. She is taken care of more than the other captives, and is always fed, bathed on time and given the most beautiful garments, but some may say her sentence is worse. After all, her captor is Maven Sadreal, the terribly dark and cruel prince. He manipulates and abuses her in ways that would disgust even the most shady of criminals. She is given multiple “gifts.” A collar disguised as a sapphire necklace, a leash disguised as a fine silk scarf, a corset that is a body bind. Yes, she definitely has one of the worst predicaments. But she will fight. In front of Maven, she acts sweet, somewhat playful and like he’s broken her spirit, if only to trick him. But she is secretly plotting and is determined to get her revenge. She’s gotten significantly more vicious and bloodthirsty, and sometimes delights in killing others. She scares herself; she thinks she’s going to become a monster, and fights hard against her now common feelings. There is one thing she’ll never give up though. That is her loyalty.
𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 | Connor Fairday | condottiere |
He was twenty years old when they found him. Young and healthy, he had been the ring-leader of a group of seven mercenaries, but you wouldn't know that just by looking at him. Everything about him screamed 'normal'; brown hair that usually appeared lighter than it really was from sun exposure, cut short and boyish, dark eyes reminiscent of chocolate chips. He had a handsomely oval-shaped face with a strong jaw and gentle cheeks, and an ever-present shadow of a beard. Otherwise, he was unimpressive. Standing at 5'7", he is neither above nor below the height of most men, and he wasn't visibly muscular or strong, rather, he was lithe and... average. You may wonder how such a boring entity could become the leader of men much bigger and older than him. Well, while his figure was not imposing or intimidating, his behavior was. He was tough, and rather a great deal more intelligent than any of the people he worked with. Connor was manipulative and sneaky, with endurance and agility enough to match others' sheer strength that managed to convince the mercenaries that he should be in charge of their operation, so he was the contractor when it came to killing and stealing. He learned through the mercenaries how to wield a wide range of weapons, as well as defend himself if they were fighting with fists. He was doing very well for himself and the others when they found him. They dragged him out of bed, through the streets, to the Gilded Cage. In a matter of minutes, his life went from just about perfect to an absolute nightmare. / If one baking ingredient could describe this young man's personality, it would be vanilla extract. To an observer, it smells heavenly, and everyone knows that it makes cookies taste so good, but to be tempted into tasting just a drop of it is quite possibly the worst decision one could make. Like the dark brown liquid, he comes across as pleasant, with a crooked smile that makes him seem harmless, if not a bit of a tease. In reality, Connor is a bitter person with no fear or compassion toward those he deems unworthy, which is pretty much anyone outside of his small group. His lack of sympathy is not noticeable at first, disguised by a cunning façade of sweetness and hope. When a smile graces his face, it’s like waves gracing the shore, and lights up what is usually a trepid or frowning countenance, just another cover. He will turn on anyone he suspects of betraying him without a second thought, and if there is something in his path, he will remove it swiftly, without mercy, and with no regard for who or what it might be; he is always prepared to do whatever it takes to further himself in life. | FC; Francisco Lachowski. He is now under the control of a mean noble by the name of Jaeger du Lac. Already, only a month into his time, the days have hollowed him like woodpeckers might do to a tree. Where there once was a clear, soft-looking face, there are barely concealed dark circles around his eyes, a split lip that is opened again each time it heals, and thin cheeks. All of which is, of course, covered whenever his owner drags him to some party or another. His knuckles are calloused from throwing punches and slightly swollen from being broken once. Bruises old and new dance up his forearm and neck, while his shoulders and sides are scarred many times over. Not that anyone would notice, based on the fancy suits he must wear. His hair, when attending balls, is styled and neatly up-kept as it used to be. Any other time, it is now a mess, long enough in front to just reach his eyes, and cover his ears and to mid-neck in the back. His facial hair grows to more than just a shadow, almost a light beard before it is trimmed. Trial by water has proven to be his downfall, and seems to have a chronic cough and trouble breathing because of the torture he receives. His eyes are always vacant, as if his soul has left his body and left nothing but a shell. / His personality, on the other hand, has not changed quite so obviously as his figure. He is still bitter, biding his time, determined to survive if only to kill whoever turned him in. He spends his days trying to decide who of his mercenaries had snitched, because he knows he didn't do anything to be caught without a warning. He pretends to paint on the walls and is mostly silent, though his psychopathic tendencies coupled with the trauma and stress of the Gilded Cage have done him no favors and are bound to cause him to snap. | “Why did I do it? You have to commit. You have to make a decision.”
Sweetclover1 | Alexen "Lux" Lorrein | Lead of a huge drug ring |Alexen is a rather slight creature with the softest features. Really, they have a heart shaped face that has just a little bit of baby fat on it, with wide and soft green eyes. They have warm, honey blonde hair and a light smattering of freckles on their features. Really they look like that stereotypical angel, and they almost have the height with it too, standing at five foot seven. Even with that height they don't look much older than sixteen even if their a solid twenty years old. Don't let that sweet demeanor fool you, though. Alexen had used their good standing in society (their father was an important man on the streets, ALexen had been the pride of the family, the best "Son" that they had) to build a strong enough drug empire that they were practically controlling half of the country. They hadn't started out like that, of course, if anything they were selling just because they needed the money. The moment Alexen had turned seventeen he had been kicked out so they could be self sufficient and this was the route they chose. Their empire began to expand and grow and with that so did their wealth. They sold everything from highly addictive to simply nice things for parties. They did make the mistake, though, of threatening their father and guessed who turned them in? At one point Alexen had been too ambitious for their own good and knew how to manipulate anyone and get away with just about anything. Not only this but they are always brimming with energy and was a total optimist and loved people. | Alexen is now twenty two and has lost all of that innocent baby fat. Instead they now have hollowed out cheeks and bags that look like bruises under their eyes.They have lost about half of their weight now and barely eat even if given food. Their nose now has the signature bump of a once broken nose and has countless scars all over his body, the worst being an X mark on his lower back. They are totally underweight and the only shape their body has is the slightest amount of muscle they have gained from fighting. Their knuckles are constantly split and bleeding since they pick at the scabs whenever they are forced to throw punches in their matches and they have burn scars that litter their sides and up their neck as well.They're twitchy now and won't let anyone even touch them, their hair longer now and constantly in dread locks until the prison guards force them to shave it. Usually when it's long it's stained with dirt and probably blood, too. They aren't the best at offensive fighting but just like they were in business they are pretty mean defensively and thats the only reason why they are still alive. They specialize in pressure points and poisons if allowed to use them. Now they no longer hold that ambition and theyre desperate to get out of the Onslaught, although throughout the torture they do have a problem of needing a fix and it's the only reason why they still fight so viciously. It seems that Alexen has two personalities. One is this fierce and desperate one, the other is this strange mother-like one that will probably disappear the moment they either escape the Onslaught or they are killed. They try to keep the newer Onslaught members upbeat and if they survive long enough for the rebellion they'd be the type to try and keep people together. |
astro | Cameron ‘Cam’ Kylliss | Gang Member / Mobster
Most would observe first that Cameron is above average in height, standing at 6 feet, 3 inches tall. His shoulders are broad and muscular, his complexion honey gold, even if he doesn't get out much. One would guess that it is a natural tone for him. His eyes are a cold baby blue with grey flecks throughout, the most expressive part of him. Loosely wavy jet black hair grows rampant atop of his head, thick and healthy. Cam has a number of identifying characteristics such as a long nose, a small gap in his front teeth, and freckles dotting his body, thickest on his forearms, shoulders, and face. Cam sports two gold helix piercings in his left ear, and a right eyebrow piercing. He prefers to wear the leather jacket of his gang, The Red Devils, black, mid-calf combat boots, and solid colored shirts. One wouldn't find him without a pack of smokes, somewhere on his person. Cameron grew up with a troubled youth, losing his mother at birth. His relationship with his father wasn't great, and as soon he was kicked out of the house that was when he found The Red Devils. He'd joined them almost immediately, finding the only family he'd ever known. Cam doesn't take flack from anyone, and he'd let them know fairly quickly, sometimes more violently than others. An unstable environment growing up has led to him having trust issues and has turned his mind cynical and bitter. He has a chip on his shoulder for the people who've had it easy, and has a sharp time. Some find his harsh, dark humor likable, others seeing it as threatening and crude. He has a rugged charm to him, and he has a way with words when he's not fighting with someone. His habits can be considered unhealthy, at the least. Cameron has been overseen by Dexter Blaismou, and the days of hard work have only made him stronger. By day, he works like a horse, keeping the estate clean, doing the grunt work. By night, he's in the ring, fighting tooth and claw, or polished up to appear like new for a ball. His knuckles have become thick skinned, and no longer break on impact. He's become more quiet, the more likable parts of him receding away. No more of the wolfish smile, the morbid humor, or those smooth, sweet words of his. He listens well to his master, people would notice, more seen rather than heard. In the ring he is brutal, taunting, slashing, absolutely decimating all who stand against him. The desperate attempts to do as he is told suggests something sinister awaits him if he doesn't follow instructions. Something strong enough to break him down. Secretly, Cameron loves to look at the stars, and has the singing voice of an angel. He longs to see his gang once more, the only people he's had support him in his life. For now, he's focusing on taking it day by day. Each day his cold mind calculates escapes, but something keeps him from making his move. Perhaps all he needs is some support.