Post by Bluespur on Dec 1, 2016 22:09:14 GMT -5
This roleplay will be set in Innsbruk, Austria during the peak of WWII. Nazis are everywhere but the SS are the least of these characters problems. Our characters are refugees, some Jews, others just non Hitler supporting people. They all make their way to an 'abandoned' house in the suburbs one way or another, this house is no ordinary house though. Think American Horror Story season 1, or season 6, minus the ghost character development. Just raw uncut terror. Sorry if this isn't a very good explanation, I'm just super excited to get this thing started, so without further ado:
Luca Rossi - A young olive skinned man, he and his parents fled to Austria3 in order to escape Fascist Italy. He is 17 years old with thick black hair and dark brown eyes.
A young man stumbled down the narrow, dreary street. It was pouring down rain, it was below 30 degrees Fahrenheit, and the teen was clearly malnourished and sleep deprived. He continued his way down the road, using the stores walls as support to help him stand. His feet made squishing sounds with every step he took, his pants had holes in them and did very little to offer protection from the elements. His once expensive name brand button up was now soaked and covered in dirt. He went door to door, knocking on houses and shops praying someone would invite him in with food to eat and a bed to sleep. But those two things weren't very common nowadays, hell, if you had one of those things you were more fortunate than most. The year is 1942, in Innsbruck, Austria during the peak of World War II. The you man knocked on one last door, no response. "Hello? Is anyone home?" He said in Italian. "Please, I am in need of help." He croaked in German. "Anyone?" He sobbed in English. The young man fell to his knees, his face pressed against the door sobbing. He didn't want to die here, he was too young, he had so much potential, so much to live for. All of a sudden the door flew open. It was apparent the teen wasn't expecting this as he fell flat on his face as he tumbled into the house. "Thank you, thank you. God bless you, thank you." He croaked in his native tongue of Italian, getting to his knees and bowing. As he looked up he was surprised to see no one in front of him. He looked around, not a soul in sight. "Hello?" He called out. "Is... is anyone here?" He continued. The young man walked around the house calling out to his hero when the 'truth' had finally settled in. There is no one here. The boy thought. I must've forced open the door while I was leaning on it. He sighed and hobbled to the kitchen in search of any food. He opened a small cabinet filled with canned goods, and bread. The boys eyes shone bright with glee as he grabbed a loaf of bread tearing into it hungrily. "Wooohoooo!" He yelled triumphantly. He heard a loud thud in the dining room beside him and turned immediately. A chair was laying on the floor, in a different position than it was before. "Hello?" He called out. "I didn't mean to eat your bread, I thought this place was abandoned." He continued. After a while of no response he shrugged and went back to the kitchen eating greedily. After what seemed like an eternity of stuffing his face the young man walked up the creaky stairs and threw off his dirty clothes, plopping down in a bed with an oomph and fell into a deep slumber. It was late at night when he awoke with a start, he had heard something downstairs. Loud banging and sharp noises pierced his heart with fear. Then he heard the stairs creaking, it sounded as if someone was coming up the stairs! The teen threw the blankets over his head and curled into a ball praying it was only his imagination. "Please... go away." He whispered quietly. He woke up early in the morning, in the same position he fell asleep in, curled up with the blankets over his head. He walked carefully down stairs in case someone was still here. After doing a quick sweep of the house he determined no one was here and went to the kitchen to grab something to eat. But what he saw in that kitchen made the young man sob harder than he ever had in his life prior. The food, the plethora of food that was in the cabinets was all over the floor, ruined! Someone had come and ravaged the kitchen, they didn't even eat the food, they destroyed it making it inedible. He crawled in a corner and sobbed uncontrollably for the next hour, before he felt drowsiness overcome him and he fell asleep once again.
I apologize for the long intro, it was merely to get the ball rollin' ^^
Luca Rossi - A young olive skinned man, he and his parents fled to Austria3 in order to escape Fascist Italy. He is 17 years old with thick black hair and dark brown eyes.
A young man stumbled down the narrow, dreary street. It was pouring down rain, it was below 30 degrees Fahrenheit, and the teen was clearly malnourished and sleep deprived. He continued his way down the road, using the stores walls as support to help him stand. His feet made squishing sounds with every step he took, his pants had holes in them and did very little to offer protection from the elements. His once expensive name brand button up was now soaked and covered in dirt. He went door to door, knocking on houses and shops praying someone would invite him in with food to eat and a bed to sleep. But those two things weren't very common nowadays, hell, if you had one of those things you were more fortunate than most. The year is 1942, in Innsbruck, Austria during the peak of World War II. The you man knocked on one last door, no response. "Hello? Is anyone home?" He said in Italian. "Please, I am in need of help." He croaked in German. "Anyone?" He sobbed in English. The young man fell to his knees, his face pressed against the door sobbing. He didn't want to die here, he was too young, he had so much potential, so much to live for. All of a sudden the door flew open. It was apparent the teen wasn't expecting this as he fell flat on his face as he tumbled into the house. "Thank you, thank you. God bless you, thank you." He croaked in his native tongue of Italian, getting to his knees and bowing. As he looked up he was surprised to see no one in front of him. He looked around, not a soul in sight. "Hello?" He called out. "Is... is anyone here?" He continued. The young man walked around the house calling out to his hero when the 'truth' had finally settled in. There is no one here. The boy thought. I must've forced open the door while I was leaning on it. He sighed and hobbled to the kitchen in search of any food. He opened a small cabinet filled with canned goods, and bread. The boys eyes shone bright with glee as he grabbed a loaf of bread tearing into it hungrily. "Wooohoooo!" He yelled triumphantly. He heard a loud thud in the dining room beside him and turned immediately. A chair was laying on the floor, in a different position than it was before. "Hello?" He called out. "I didn't mean to eat your bread, I thought this place was abandoned." He continued. After a while of no response he shrugged and went back to the kitchen eating greedily. After what seemed like an eternity of stuffing his face the young man walked up the creaky stairs and threw off his dirty clothes, plopping down in a bed with an oomph and fell into a deep slumber. It was late at night when he awoke with a start, he had heard something downstairs. Loud banging and sharp noises pierced his heart with fear. Then he heard the stairs creaking, it sounded as if someone was coming up the stairs! The teen threw the blankets over his head and curled into a ball praying it was only his imagination. "Please... go away." He whispered quietly. He woke up early in the morning, in the same position he fell asleep in, curled up with the blankets over his head. He walked carefully down stairs in case someone was still here. After doing a quick sweep of the house he determined no one was here and went to the kitchen to grab something to eat. But what he saw in that kitchen made the young man sob harder than he ever had in his life prior. The food, the plethora of food that was in the cabinets was all over the floor, ruined! Someone had come and ravaged the kitchen, they didn't even eat the food, they destroyed it making it inedible. He crawled in a corner and sobbed uncontrollably for the next hour, before he felt drowsiness overcome him and he fell asleep once again.
I apologize for the long intro, it was merely to get the ball rollin' ^^