hihi this is open PERMANENTLY 2 every1!!!!!! if ur a newcomer ur always welcome 2 join in!!!!!! no overpowered/god/ominpotent ocs though please god.
life...... is ROLEPLAY /ref
anywayz here are my sillies.
when replying, don't ping me please. i already get a notif ^_^
also, i will mirror how u rp!! if u do a paragraph ill do a paragraph and if u do 1 sentence ill do the same. though i srsly prefer if u do at least 2 sentences or more.....
SOME BACKGROUND INFO:
ok so these characters live in a present (202x) world full of paranormal shits n such. theyre all "regular humans" w the task of eliminating supernatural stuff as a job and as part of their pact to a demon. their pact came from them being accused of a terrible crime and each of their lives being completely disrupted, which drove them to desperate measures. each of them have fighting and cryptid-slaying skills (even if they dont look like it....) the setting can b anything, really. also, any type of oc is fine!! non-humans who can talk n interact are cool since theyre used 2 crazy shit like that.
THE CHARACTERS AVAILABLE (only one at a time, please):
rowen, an apathetic, logical, and self-absorbed former doctor. extremely bitter about losing his reputation, and a #1 hater. the so-called "brains" of the group, the one who creates the magical materials that makes spirits go away.
zeph, a fun-loving, energetic, and trouble-making former freelance writer. enjoys attention (whether good or bad) and petty drama. the runner n' action guy of the group, the one who gets down and dirty with spirits.
jay, a chill, humorous, and people-pleasing former law student. obsessed with sodas with a hatred for change. the techie of the group, the one who engineers the tech that stops spirits.
vera, a strategic, controlling, and smug former fashion designer. a tough love and leading type of person. the so-called leader of the group, the one who directs everyone and makes plans.
PROMPT? (optional)
Your oc is in some spooky/rundown location (your choice), for whatever reason. Suddenly, you hear a voice and see a flash of light. Some one's out there with a flashlight, talking to seeming no one about weird "spirit readings," or something strange like that. You decide to approach them, and you get a short glimpse of their startled face before they turn the flashlight directly onto your face (ouch!).
"Who's there?"
make sure 2 specify which character u'd like 2 rp w/say if i can just choose whoever!!!! ill try 2 reply w the best of my ability :DDD
some ground rules:
"I don't know why I'm here! I don't know much honestly!" Cryptid suddenly started climbing up the walls and perched on the beams supporting the ceiling. Upside down.
"Other strange occurrences? Simple! You!" Cryptid stuck out his tongue and swing forward to boop Rowan on the nose
"I did, I did!" He scratched his unruly ginger hair which looked to have a few leaves in it. The red necklace glittered ominously in the moonlight and the reflection on its surface was covered in quickly moving shadows that seemed to include neither Raptor or Zeph.
"Yeah, I dunno. Didn't clean it or anything, but I think it would look good in my shiny stash, heh." Zeph stuffed the necklace away in his pocket and quickly wiped his hands of any dirt or grime (though it didn't help much). With an equally toothy grin, he took Raptor's hand in his hand gave it a hearty shake.
"Zeph here. Cool name, by the way."
“I’m just roaming, man, what’s the big deal?? You were talking to nobody, just tryna see if you’re okay.”
Fiz snaps back, clearly put off by the bright light.
“And would you put that light away?? If you even CAN? It’s hurting my eyes.”
"Alright, alright... I'm Jay. I'm just- why are you here? I thought this place was, like, abandoned. At least by regular people..."
Jay looked uncomfortable at Blue's squinting and scratched his chin. "I'm an... investigator, I guess."
He sighed deeply and then leaned against the wall as if his exhaustion had caught up to him.
"Right... can you write or do sign language? I can understand sign language."
"That'll be Zeph. In an hour or two, if we're lucky. He might actually be awake right now, but he might be doing some... things. So it's better to wait 'til he comes out himself."
She closed the bag of cereal and set it away. "Anyways, we actually don't have any jobs t'do this morning. Business is a bit slow in this area I guess, since not many live here. Maybe we could shop for some more supplies in that time, though."
He grimaced, backing away out of Cryptid's radius. "Ugh, I am not a strange occurrence. I am pretty normal, thank you very much."
Rowen stared up at him with a displeased look; he was obviously not fond of having to look up at people instead of the vise versa. "Anyways, I mean paranormal creatures. Ghosts? Demons? Floating sharks?"
Cryptid let out a small laugh.
"Well, the forest itself is a 'paranormal creature'! She's a safe place where creatures like me can be safe from humans who wish to harm us because we are different!" Cryptid's Russian accent snapped into a more country accent.
His hackles started to fall as he began to regain his composure. Rowen then calmly brushed his shoulders off and lowered the intensity of his flashlight, though it was still trained on the other person.
"I was not talking to nobody. Anyways, this is a restricted area. I don't suppose you have the permission to be here, anyways."
As the light is dimmed slightly, Fiz begins to lower his arms, revealing one of his eyes strangely reflecting like a cat’s. His stance switches to one that’s less wary, but still keeping his arms covering his eyes, the brightness continuing to hurt them.
“Then who were ya talking to??”
He questions with an inquisitive tilt of the head, before chuckling at Rowen’s next words.
“I don’t need permission to do anything, my friend. I’m a roamer! I go where I want, when I want. Seems hell of a lot more fun than whatever you’re doing with your life.”