Concrete jungle where dreams are made of—there’s nothing you can’t do!
ExclusiveNYC is an appless, plotless roleplay created by members for members. Yes, you read that right! This group is founded on character development and connections, and the only way in is to be welcomed in with open arms! Initial acceptance can only be done through filling a wanted connection for a current active character, which means you’ll be immediately integrated into the city and have a place to celebrate and develop your muse as you wish!
Mass migration has brought with it a new semi-exclusive, safe independent group that employs a democratic approach to all group decisions. Yes, you read that right too. All group decisions that should be made by the members, will be. So come bring your muse down to Exclusive NYC, where plots are plentiful and you always have a voice! Not to mention we have a Gossip Blog run by fcs Dwight Shrute, Lily Tomlin and Gordon Ramsay! How cool is that?
Located on Lake Michigan, In Illinois, Chicago is among the largest cities in the United States. It is known for its bold architecture, beautiful skyline, museums, and beautiful history of Jazz music. Chicago is home to over two million people from all walks of life from all over the world. Chicago is a melting pot of culture and history that is bound to offer something for everyone. Taste of Chicago, where you can sample some of the most delicious dishes the windy city is known for, or Jay Pritzker Pavilion, where you can enjoy live music from some of the most famous acts in the world. Navy pier for some family fun, catch a game of America's favorite pastime and enjoy a pint at Wrigley field, get shopping done at the Chicago Loop, or perhaps even enjoy a date at the Chicago Riverwalk.
CHICAGO-HQ is a plotless, mature rp inspired by the premise of the popular television shows, shameless and f.r.i.e.n.d.s. we are a diverse group of writers who expect the group we're in to reflect the real world. we're offering a beautiful city with events, tasks, for us all to create various characters from all walks of life. whether you are among the wealthy elite who reside on the magnificent mile of the north side or come from the deep history and socially dynamic south side, there is a place for you and your characters.
Smokeseed hadn't realized how close to the cliff's edge she had been standing when Nettlestar tackled her.
The two sister tumbled down the slope, hitting the jutted rocks as they eventually fell down onto the grass below.
The dark gray molly slowly blinked her eyes open, a moment of amnesia passed as she recollected herself.
The two siblings had been arguing before they fell. Rain was falling heavily now.
Her body was sore all over, her head and back leg ached the most. Smokeseed looked up at the slope she had fell off of, the top of it couldn't be seen from where she was standing.
She looked at Neetlestar who laid still a couple mouse lengths away from where Smokeseed landed. The molly quickly made her way to her, ignoring the pain and her body's response to just lay back down.
Nettlestar's eyes were closed and dark red blood soaked the grass where her head lay.
"Oh Nettlestar." Smokeseed thought to herself. "She's loosing a life."
As Smokeseed sat by her sister, Nettlestar's eyes twitched and fluttered open.
Smokeseed stepped back as the Vineclan leader stood up and recollected herself, looking around before her eyes landed on Smokeseed.
Was that, anger in her eyes?
Nettlestar struck an unsheathed paw at Smokeseed, which caught her off guard.
Why was she attacking her?
"Nettlestar!" Smokeseed rose her voice over the rain, hoping to get to her sister. Maybe Nettlestar doesn't know where she is and is attacking out of confusion?
She must have hit her head pretty hard
But the only thing that worked was Smokeseed dodging Nettlestar's blows to the best of her ability.
Smokeseed considered counter attacking. I don't want to hurt her though.
Maybe it was the only way of snapping Nettlestar out of....whatever this is and it's only for that reason so it's not bad thing to do right?
So she did. It was a light blow but once it hit, Nettlestar looked even angrier and her attacks were faster.
The two tumbled around, fur was torn from each of their pelts and scattered around.
Smokeseed was able to scramble to her paws, trying to calm Nettlestar down but nothing worked. Why wasn't she listening?
She didn't pay attention to the deep puddle she stepped into, but Nettlestar did.
Nettlestar tackled Smokeseed, pinning her.
Panic arose in Smokeseed as she thrashed around and tried to fight Nettlestar's pressure on her chest and shoulders that she seemed to press her paws on harder against.
She was drowning! Nettlestar wasn't out of it and Smokeseed couldn't worry about not hurting her sister. Her hindlegs scratched at the leader's belly but she still wouldn't budge.
Nettlestar just kept staring at her with anger and hatred in her eyes.
The puddle was diluting the blood that washed into it. The slightly blood-red puddle water and Nettlestar who looked unrecognizable with the hatred printed on her face, was the last thing Smokeseed remembers seeing.
#i just want to get this out so this isn't that great #smokeseed#nettlestar#waca ocs #warrior cats oc #death cw #i try to not use repetitive words but still managed to use her like 5 times in a sentence 3
it is said that the gods have touched the kingdom of walochnia -- blessed its land with beauty and bountiful harvests, raised sprawling mountains high into the heavens and touched its people's wombs with divine light. nestled by enemies, walochnia has been a nation long at war, for its enemies have long spied the kingdom’s greatest treasures – the gifted ones, also known as the vrajiit.the vrajiit were birthed with divine powers, sometimes worshipped, revered, and often abandoned. this vicious and desperate kingdom needed to make use for its prize, and so the army of the gifted was born from the mind of the nation’s king.long has the kingdom thrived with the help of the vrajiit, but now it seems that they are being hunted down one by one. with murders taking place all over the kingdom, the king has called the nobility to the capital city of trasnavda to crisis plan -- and to follow his hunch that he might have a rat in his midst. however , it isn’t long before poison is slipped into the king’s cup , and the kingdom is thrown into turmoil . . .
summary ; warborn is an original, appless roleplay set in a kingdom with a select few in its population being gifted with godlike abilities named the vrajiit. because of this, the kingdom is almost constantly at war with other nations desperate to gain the powers of the gifted few. when a number of murders take place, the king calls the nobility together in order to determine who is picking off the vrajiit, but scheming leads to war, and chaos.
Quasar is the technician and medic of the Bad Blood triad, the Butchers, that lays claim to game preserve CS-94Y Ro’anedha, the Butchershop.
Hailing from the Atla bloodline, he carries the night sky on his shoulders in the form of skin freckled with white iridescent scales.
There is not too much to be said of Quasar, as he himself puts it. Even the story of how he lost his left leg tends to change and is never explained in full. The most anyone can put together, he was always the curious and intellectual type, much too so for his own good. Often making dangerous hypotheses and toying with his surroundings, others’ belongings, animals, or people, as much as he pleased to test it.
From inventing new kinds of weapons, building himself a new leg that doubles as a plasma cannon, juryrigging homemade weapons, and making banned/restricted weapons, to studying others’ behavior and attempting to manipulate or even classically train them like hounds, and secret self-taught anatomy lessons via dissection and... creative but unethical endeavors with the remains.
And a lot of fires. A lot of them, to see what would happen.
Though Quasar had promise of being a jack of all trades, primarily in medicine and mechanics, he was going to be ousted for the arsons and ultimately exiled for them, as well as the later discovered unethical experimentation on honorable prey and other Yautja. Or so he claims. Quasar speaks not of his clan in specifics, though the other Butchers assume he was a mothership citizen or desert dweller.
Sometime after his excommunication, Quasar joined the Skullback Bad Blood clan, offering his membership and services as a mechanic, craftsman, and medic to be called upon when needed. He considers the Skullbacks his true clan and considers no other.
Thereafter, he met and befriended the newly joined ex-Enforcer Eclipse, and they proceeded to participate on two-man Hunts against other Yautja.
On one of those Hunts, the two found what appeared to be a perished Young Blood, and proceeded to root through its meager belongings until the waifish corpse stirred and revealed he wasn’t dead, but also a Blooded Hunter. Even so, they found him so pathetic they decided to let him starve and leave with his stuff, not bothering to kill him themselves, until he revealed he was actually Bad Blood like them.
Recognizing an easy mark, the impressionable and desperate kind the Bad Blood clan loves to take advantage of, Quasar and Eclipse offered him sanctuary and community. The two brought him to the clan, before leaving him to its devices.
After a few years, the Butcher triad was completed when Dust was assigned to fill out their roster. Eclipse was apprehensive of disrupting the balance of the duo, but Quasar spoke of the pros of a third member: a choreboy. They were granted custody over the Butchershop gaming preserve after its previous owners succumbed to their prey (and previously, the two had cleared out said prey, rearranged the landscaping, and had a few preliminary Hunts) and managed a cycle of gaming seasons.
In the on-season, they would stake out potential candidates, both human and Yautja, abduct them with the clan-provided tractor technology, and set the targets loose on the preserve planet to kill one another, or be killed by the environment, hounds, drones, or best of all, the triad themselves. In the off-season, they relax and abduct targets at a slower rate to play “games” the group collectively pitches ideas for. Quasar’s favorite being the Kicking Game, as his bionic leg allows him to remain as its reigning champion.
When the clan’s gossip latched onto the story of Missy’s six-man Hunt, Quasar conducted some research on her and her family. Once in their custody, he crooned about her stint with the Lost Tribe and expressed his wish to claim her armor as his own. The two proceeded to let Dust call first blood on her after a wave of hounds and drones.
Mistakes were made that day.
Quasar is an utter egomaniac, viewing others as beneath him or even as playthings. He has little respect for anyone who is not him and feels his mind is leagues beyond what any other Yautja is capable of. He views the Honor Code as a deliberate cap on what they are capable of. Quasar has a pride in his craftsmanship and loves to upkeep his assets and tools, be those his creations, or protecting his hands behind large flared gauntlets armed with wired harpoons.
He is so close to Eclipse because he feels Eclipse is one of the few, perhaps the only, Yautja to be on the same page as him. Not as book-smart, but undoubtedly as clever and quick, as sadistic, and with similar views on the Honor Code as himself. Neither can tell what the other is thinking, but they don’t need to. They are almost always willing to go with whatever the other suggests, unless they think they have an even better idea.
Quasar often plays into Eclipse’s hedonism and is willing to swallow pride to avoid the wrath of an unpleased Eclipse if he is in the winning position of a game. On some occasions, he may stand his ground and Eclipse downs his bitterness to allow his friend the win (obtaining pleasure from seeing his best friend happy). Eclipse doesn’t mind losing the Kicking Game to Quasar.
Quasar and Eclipse are not interested in one another, but Quasar insists they have some form of chemistry should they act on it, while Eclipse does not entertain it and expresses total disinterest. Quasar has no emotional stake in this and yet is still somehow hurt.
In the off-season, Bad Blood women are invited to the Butchershop for sex, and Quasar is often just a bit insecure on how much more attention Eclipse gets. As far as Quasar can see, there honestly isn’t much of an explanation of why Eclipse is such a chick magnet compared to him, and it confounds him. Eclipse tells him he’s too desperate and women can see it leagues away.
Though a pompous douchebag, he maintains a light and playful demeanor to seem classy and show that he is an intellectual, so his joint efforts with Eclipse to lovebomb (which is really just breadcrumbing basic decent behavior), gaslight, exhaust, lower the standards of, and otherwise talk circles around Dust to keep him under their control are quite successful. Quasar is amused at how malleable Dust is and how easy it is to avoid trouble just by fooling him, which is done so easily.
Eclipse is the unquestioned leader, but due to their friendship and agreeability and Dust’s inherent submission to any level of authority, Quasar is essentially his co-leader, when really they should all be equals, Dust included. Between the two, Dust fears Eclipse more than Quasar and will side with him in rare disputes between the two, but he still commands a similar respect. The two are often on the same page, so rarely does Dust decide who he fears more.
The two have developed individual likings to Dust; Eclipse for Dust sharing similarities to him, and Quasar for the promise and progress Dust exhibits. When Dust singlehandedly eviscerated an Ancient in a Hyena-like rage, Quasar was so overjoyed at this step in his Bad Blooding that he took the Ancient’s ceremonial dagger and crafted Dust wristblades with them as a celebratory gift.
His Bad Blood role as the Technician and Fleshmender (medic) Butcher allows him all the room to continue his rudely interrupted experiments and art projects, under Eclipse’s supervision (though he often leaves him to his devices). Quasar always wants to gift the other two his newly made weapons, but Eclipse politely declines. He did, however, accept the special razor glove Quasar made. He, in turn, received Eclipse’s shoes as a form of exchange.
He built a hoverboard intended for his own use but was dismayed to learn he has terrible airsickness upon its completion, so it was reluctantly passed to Dust’s possession (as Eclipse also politely refused it).
Quasar’s leg cannon was designed to appear as a heavily armored normal flesh leg. The bit of flesh visible on his left foot is synthetic. The cannon is used by bending the leg at the knee, aiming with the thigh and the muzzle being revealed by his kneecap/kneepad popping upwards like a lid. He normally never takes the leg off, unless he is sleeping and finds it too cumbersome. Quasar does however take his payatail out every night. His hair is quite voluminous out of the quill-tie
𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄, 𝐕𝐀! ― once a peaceful lakeside town , until fall of 2008 , when a triple murder shook the townspeople . now , thirteen years later , the prime suspect , james loughrey , becomes an urban legend and scary story while tucked away for life in prison . some vibrancy is returning . . . just for it to happen all over again . was james innocent this whole time , or is there a copy cat on the loose . . . . we hope you enjoy your stay .
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For over two hundred years, fate has chosen various unfortunates to wash up on the shores of Meridium. Those who are trapped upon this island think their imprisonment is bad enough – and then the changes begin. Though years pass, they begin to realize that they do not age a day. What’s more, they are gradually endowed with mysterious powers connected to one of the elements that dominates the island: water, fire, air, or earth. Unexplainably immortal and mysteriously empowered, there is plenty to cope with already. And then a plane crash lands onto the island, bringing with it hundreds of new damned souls. The tides are turning. How will the island fare?
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He is 17 years old but 13 minutes younger than his twin sister, Navya. His pronouns are he/him. A very extrovert person. He excels in school and in basketball. Singlehandedly cancels the theory of dumb jock guys. Read too much classics. Boyfriend of Devika Roy. He had a crush on Kavya when she and Navya were friends. He has made things difficult for himself by dating his sister's enemy and his ex-crush's best friend. He is a total delhite.
He is 17 years old. His pronouns are he/him. If chaotic academia has a brand ambassador that would be him. Has a very extrovert personality. Best friend of Naksh and Samridh. A huge marvel fan. Dated Kavya but his carefree attitude and never caring about anything lead to their breakup. Is from UP but brought up in Delhi.
He is 17 years old and their pronouns are he/they. He is extrovert but shy, doesn't like to speak to people but can talk to anybody about anything. Reads too much poetry and ghazals. He don't believe in grades and marks but study enough to get passing marks. Has too much general knowledge. Best friend of Naksh and family friend of Kavya. He is seeing Navya but not too seriously. Has a friendly rivalry with Kavya. Is from Almora, Uttarakhand but shifted to Delhi when he was 7.
#all oc are here and I'm scared #part 1 gonna be up in a week I think #and story promo in a few days #which one of the guys is your fab #fav#frommymind