Post by zandyne on Apr 6, 2010 0:06:03 GMT -5
Time-Line: Any era with aristocracy and all the frilly clothing (respectively), a good ballpark would be post prehistory to post modern.
Power Level: Any/Irrelevant, see below.
Your characters have been abducted to perform a play for powerful and twisted forces.
Characters will essentially be stripped of their powers with some exception that will be revealed in-game.
Each of them will also be "branded" with a mask that results from either 1. My choosing or 2. Negotiation/Discussion between the player and myself.
These masks are determined by a few main factors: character personality, and if significant enough, history as well as role in the RP or the in-game play itself.
The initial goal for characters will be to get the hell out, other goals will present themselves.
IF YOU ARE STILL INTERESTED-
Please submit characters with relatively detailed or otherwise thorough profiles. Please do not do an entry post in the thread until you have gotten approval from me as entry is where your character will already be "branded" with a mask.
Feel free to ask any questions in this thread as well as submit applications, etc.
The Approved Cast (thus far):
Ninmast's Miyoko
Vero's Sharrekt
I still need two more people at least.
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From the darkness emerges a scene of an elegant field that breathes of life and serenity, yet the vague border of silver curtains betrays that it is merely the illusion of a stage.
A man robed in rich black silk and adorned with the fanciful mask of a wise beast weaves out from behind the centerpiece tree. He regards the sky with a searching hand and a bold tenor full of yearning, "Beloved Sun, cast down your love so that I may cross this sea of sky and praise your beauty all the more!"
The low whistle of a carved flute heralds the descent of a sitting figure whose presence is much too bright for the stage. She stops well above the top of the flowering tree and the grasp of the man, "Oh Jaguar your wits are lost and your miserable feet too weak to jump, only your voice reaches..."
Her smooth voice tapers off and her radiance flickers along with whatever remains of her emotion in her words. The instrument accompanying her speech seems to hiccup as well. A sound only those on the stage can perceive stirs them out of their roles.
She flails as she attempts to stave off the punishment only she can foresee, "O-only your voice reaches-" But her voice quivers far too much.
A distant sound of a prized glass breaking causes for the maiden to fall to the stage in a dull and bloodied mess. The man in the robe crumbles where he stands, his mask chips away, taking his face along with it. His headless body completes his trip to the floor, blood spreads across the on-stage grass like water.
The silver curtains slam shut as the scene rapidly degenerates away into displeasing rot and filth.
A council of mannequins assemble in front of the interrupted play, each dressed in every different era of aristocratic clothing. None possess any real faces and instead have black pits for eyes and slit mouths devoid of teeth and tongues.
A lady sporting a regal pipe and a rich wine colored Victorian dress of white frills and gold trims shakes her head grimly. "I rather liked that Jaguar, he was so very hard to find! It's so difficult to procure one that can play that role with both a good voice and body!"
She drew a long breath from her pipe despite it clearly not being lit. A gentleman to the right of her was in a red dinner party suit and cradling the side of his face with white gloved fingers, "You know how the Baron is, Countess."
'Countess' huffed quietly in reply.
A pair dressed in matching Asian sets, spoke in stiff unison, "Since Countess has failed, we suggest it be another's turn."
Countess took great offense, enough to point her pipe at the two, "Bullocks to that! I took great pains to acquire that cast, how was I to know that the Sun was to be a dud on the encore?!"
"The Baron expects nothing short of perfection in his shows, we believe the Baron was right to exact that punishment. We repeat our question, who is next?"
An elderly voice answered the subtle challenge, "My Master believes he has an idea." Now that their attention was drawn, they would notice that unlike them, her master was not the same brand of puppet as them, rather he was more like a china doll, but his fake eyes were no less unnerving.
Duchess cackled haughtily at the reveal, had she tears they would surely be in her eyes. She jabbed her pipe at the Master, "What a clever joke! I have no objections, I look forward to a comedy!"
"I second this," added the man in the suit, but with far less malice.
The matching pair bowed, "We have no objections to your attempt Master, go forth and bring your players, we await your display in ten tides."
The council slunk back to their darkness and Master and Servant were left to the messy stage.
"My, what high expectations from the Emperor and Empress, where shall I go to retrieve them Master?"
Power Level: Any/Irrelevant, see below.
Your characters have been abducted to perform a play for powerful and twisted forces.
Characters will essentially be stripped of their powers with some exception that will be revealed in-game.
Each of them will also be "branded" with a mask that results from either 1. My choosing or 2. Negotiation/Discussion between the player and myself.
These masks are determined by a few main factors: character personality, and if significant enough, history as well as role in the RP or the in-game play itself.
The initial goal for characters will be to get the hell out, other goals will present themselves.
IF YOU ARE STILL INTERESTED-
Please submit characters with relatively detailed or otherwise thorough profiles. Please do not do an entry post in the thread until you have gotten approval from me as entry is where your character will already be "branded" with a mask.
Feel free to ask any questions in this thread as well as submit applications, etc.
The Approved Cast (thus far):
Ninmast's Miyoko
Vero's Sharrekt
I still need two more people at least.
--------------------
From the darkness emerges a scene of an elegant field that breathes of life and serenity, yet the vague border of silver curtains betrays that it is merely the illusion of a stage.
A man robed in rich black silk and adorned with the fanciful mask of a wise beast weaves out from behind the centerpiece tree. He regards the sky with a searching hand and a bold tenor full of yearning, "Beloved Sun, cast down your love so that I may cross this sea of sky and praise your beauty all the more!"
The low whistle of a carved flute heralds the descent of a sitting figure whose presence is much too bright for the stage. She stops well above the top of the flowering tree and the grasp of the man, "Oh Jaguar your wits are lost and your miserable feet too weak to jump, only your voice reaches..."
Her smooth voice tapers off and her radiance flickers along with whatever remains of her emotion in her words. The instrument accompanying her speech seems to hiccup as well. A sound only those on the stage can perceive stirs them out of their roles.
She flails as she attempts to stave off the punishment only she can foresee, "O-only your voice reaches-" But her voice quivers far too much.
A distant sound of a prized glass breaking causes for the maiden to fall to the stage in a dull and bloodied mess. The man in the robe crumbles where he stands, his mask chips away, taking his face along with it. His headless body completes his trip to the floor, blood spreads across the on-stage grass like water.
The silver curtains slam shut as the scene rapidly degenerates away into displeasing rot and filth.
A council of mannequins assemble in front of the interrupted play, each dressed in every different era of aristocratic clothing. None possess any real faces and instead have black pits for eyes and slit mouths devoid of teeth and tongues.
A lady sporting a regal pipe and a rich wine colored Victorian dress of white frills and gold trims shakes her head grimly. "I rather liked that Jaguar, he was so very hard to find! It's so difficult to procure one that can play that role with both a good voice and body!"
She drew a long breath from her pipe despite it clearly not being lit. A gentleman to the right of her was in a red dinner party suit and cradling the side of his face with white gloved fingers, "You know how the Baron is, Countess."
'Countess' huffed quietly in reply.
A pair dressed in matching Asian sets, spoke in stiff unison, "Since Countess has failed, we suggest it be another's turn."
Countess took great offense, enough to point her pipe at the two, "Bullocks to that! I took great pains to acquire that cast, how was I to know that the Sun was to be a dud on the encore?!"
"The Baron expects nothing short of perfection in his shows, we believe the Baron was right to exact that punishment. We repeat our question, who is next?"
An elderly voice answered the subtle challenge, "My Master believes he has an idea." Now that their attention was drawn, they would notice that unlike them, her master was not the same brand of puppet as them, rather he was more like a china doll, but his fake eyes were no less unnerving.
Duchess cackled haughtily at the reveal, had she tears they would surely be in her eyes. She jabbed her pipe at the Master, "What a clever joke! I have no objections, I look forward to a comedy!"
"I second this," added the man in the suit, but with far less malice.
The matching pair bowed, "We have no objections to your attempt Master, go forth and bring your players, we await your display in ten tides."
The council slunk back to their darkness and Master and Servant were left to the messy stage.
"My, what high expectations from the Emperor and Empress, where shall I go to retrieve them Master?"
