I'm gonna play a game...

Welcome to the land of the dead.​

Hello. You're wondering where you are, aren't you? That's too bad. If you don't know, then why should I have to tell you? Seeing as you're "new" here, I can't leave you alone to "die", now can I? It's a shame, you know. Barley a soul noticed you were missing. A rather "big" mess you left behind. But we can focus on that later.

I am Alizza Marie Jaques Fulle. You may call me Jack. I own this place. I own you. I hold in my hands the only chance of a second life for you, my darling little sinner.

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I am the last person who died like that you know. But you.... you're strange. You don't even know the rules of this game, do you? Shall I tell you?:
Guidelines

• Do not spam
• Only I, Jack, have the power to kill you again.
• Superpowers are for Heros, and Weapons are for murders
• Only I know your true name, all you have are memories
• Reused characters are allowed
• We will restart every TWO weeks (if the site is up)
• Follow proper grammar rules, lest we confuse your type as an accent.
• Alliances must be signed in BLOOD
• Murders must attempt to kill at least ONCE
• Heros must try to win the game.
• Winning comes at a HIGH COST
• Winner gets his life back
• In the next round, the winner must be "Jack"
• The purpose of this game is to regain life, interaction is KEY.
• at the end of the two weeks, the current "Jack" will decide the riddle.
• the solver of the riddle is granted the "key" to second life.
  Please remember where you are, my children. This house is only as big as you wish, and the gates are as far as you go.
  
  
  The object you seek lies not neck-to-neck, but sometimes by the heels. What have thine heart fought so hard against? Find me so close, but lose me so easy. An ask be thy killing. ​
  
  
  Bios​
  • name:
  • age:
  • height:
  • weight:
  • date of death:
  • Character description:
  • Personal qualities:
  • abilities:
  • race:

BEGIN​

Members of our loving Family​

• Jack
• Steffan
• James [Slasher]
• Cat
• Maggie

Who they are​

* name: Steffan Monette "Steffi"
* age: 23
* height: 5'8
* weight: 132
* date of death: 02/25/06
* Character description: Steffan has long black hair swept into a low ponytail, hazel eyes, and rimless glasses. He looks very innocent when smiling. Steffan has been in the land of the dead for quite a while now, and has basically gotten the gist of everything. Unfortunately, he's also become bored. A side effect of that condition has made him very.... unstable, and sometimes down right crazy. Normally, he'll zero in on someone 'weak' and become violently obsessive over them. In other words, he likes to stalk people.
* Personal qualities: Kind, in a very deceiving way. He wont hesitate to stab someone in the back if they become ... unneeded. But very helpful to others when it also benefits himself.
* abilities: mischief-making, manipulating other people, thievery, stalking someone.
* race: human villain [murderer]


* name: James 'Slasher' Saw
* age: 19 (when died) 44
* height: 6'1
* weight: 152
* date of death: 12/25/85
* Character description: Short spiky black hair and unnaturally pale skin. Dark brown eyes and strangely white eye brows. No eye lashes. Wears a burgundy jacket and a white shirt under it. Black jeans and red trainers. He also has a bright red right arm, claiming thats where his arm got slashed however never explained how he got his right eye red.
* Personal qualities:anti-social and self-involved. He believes all those who cant kill should be killed and is very religious to god claiming that every death is a sacrifice for a better world. He hates Christmas since he died on that day.
* abilities: Stealth kills. He can move very fast and although physically weak he can use a knife well.
* race: Undead Human. Evil side. [murderer]


•name: Catherine "Cat" Mitchell
•age: 15
•height: 5'5
•weight: 127 lbs.
•date of death: 04/18/08 (it's my b-day irl)
•Character description: Brown hair and eyes, wears jeans and a t-shirt constantly and is almost always listening to music (the song changes instantly with her mood, spooky)
•Personal qualities: She usually keeps to herself but because of childhood troubles she will make bonds easily. They usually are broken but she doesn't care because she's smart enough to tell a liar from the real thing. She died trying to run away from drunk gang members. They had knives and well... you know the rest.
•abilities: She can heal at will and she can sense people's aura. If they're evil they'll glow a deep red. If they're good their aura will be blue. If they're uncertain because of amnesia and such their aura will be a bright green.
•race:Human/Hero


•name: Maggie O'Carroll
•age: 14
•height: 5 ft 4
•weight: Umm...8 st I guess XD
•date of death: Janurary 15th 1845
•Character description: grubby, messy ginger hair, bags under her pale green eyes, thin, dirty and shabby looking clothes
•Personal qualities: When she see's herself in a mirror she pictures the horror of seeing everyone she had loved dieing from the great famine in Ireland while she was the last to survive how her death had happened is unclear but all she does remember is coldness and the smell of smoke also she has no idea that she is dead all she remembers is sleeping and found herself somewhere different, she is also quiet bashful and paranoid and is easily scared.
•abilities: Healing
•race: ghost/Hero

 

You might want to explain a few things about the RP. Like, what roles the characters other members create will have and why there are heroes and murderers.

 

n this Game, a hero is just a person trying to get the key for a "GOOD" purpose. While a "murderer" just wants to kill everyone else, though that will be hard.

I fixed it, so :P

 

* name: Steffan Monette "Steffi"
* age: 23
* height: 5'8
* weight: 132
* date of death: 02/25/06
* Character description: Steffan has long black hair swept into a low ponytail, hazel eyes, and rimless glasses. He looks very innocent when smiling. Steffan has been in the land of the dead for quite a while now, and has basically gotten the gist of everything. Unfortunately, he's also become bored. A side effect of that condition has made him very.... unstable, and sometimes down right crazy. Normally, he'll zero in on someone 'weak' and become violently obsessive over them. In other words, he likes to stalk people.
* Personal qualities: Kind, in a very deceiving way. He wont hesitate to stab someone in the back if they become ... unneeded. But very helpful to others when it also benefits himself.
* abilities: mischief-making, manipulating other people, thievery, stalking someone.
* race: human villain (murderer, I guess?)


Is this alright? :D

 

That's just fine. ANy approved characters will be added to our "family", as will bios. :3

 

* name: James 'Slasher' Saw
* age: 19 (when died) 44
* height: 6'1
* weight: 152
* date of death: 25/12/85
* Character description: Short spiky black hair and unnaturally pale skin. Dark brown eyes and strangely white eye brows. No eye lashes. Wears a burgundy jacket and a white shirt under it. Black jeans and red trainers. He also has a bright red right arm, claiming thats where his arm got slashed however never explained how he got his right eye red.
* Personal qualities:anti-social and self-involved. He believes all those who cant kill should be killed and is very religious to god claiming that every death is a sacrifice for a better world. He hates Christmas since he died on that day.
* abilities: Stealth kills. He can move very fast and although physically weak he can use a knife well.
* race: Undead Human. Evil side.

 

APPROVED. Start anytime you like.

 

*enters the house through a creaking door, which echos through the chamber*
'...more of a mansion than a house. Tsk.'
*I put a cigarette into my mouth however I dont light it up*

Its all dusty. Feels like an infinitely enlarged coffin.

 

Jack stared solemnly down from the rooftop balcony or the house.
It was not uncommon for people to wander in and run out quite scared,
but that wasn't the case here. Jack was expecting him. After all, he was now her precious family, wasn't he?
Jack was very well known for taking care of what was hers, after all.
Her fingers pressed against her dress, smudging some left over debris from "last time".
It was a shame no one had won that round, they had all been heros, the idiotic lot. As they say, "nice guys finish last."

 

'I guess its time to explore'
The so called house was not as friendly as the exterior implied, and that wasn't pretty either. It made him wonder why would anyone live here, at least anyone alive.

The air was silent and although it was nice as a substitute from the loud world, it seems slightly unsettling. James didn't enjoy it and although he wished to leave, this place was still better than the cold streets.

 

Jack jumped down from the balcony onto the front porch. 'Hmmm. Perhaps I shall watch him?'
She closed her eyes a moment, and smirked. 'Welcome to the dead' thought Jack without remorse. Shall you be the only one to join me here, or shall you too disappear as the others did?
Jack walked quietly through the front door, closing it behind her. She grabbed a broom, and began to tap at walls one at a time, enjoying the strange noises that came in reply.

 

The echoes had given James a sense of anxiety but also some relief.
At least there was SOMEONE here, someone to meet and greet and beat. Information would be nice, and although i'm dead, I wouldn't like to find out if it can happen twice.

I am unique, James told himself, for this gave him confidence and worth and noone would dare attempt to kill dead people, movies taught them that.

 

OOC: Can I please join. This RP looks cool.

•name: Catherine "Cat" Mitchell
•age: 15
•height: 5'5
•weight: 127 lbs.
•date of death: 04/18/08 (it's my b-day irl)
•Character description: Brown hair and eyes, wears jeans and a t-shirt constantly and is almost always listening to music (the song changes instantly with her mood, spooky)
•Personal qualities: She usually keeps to herself but because of childhood troubles she will make bonds easily. They usually are broken but she doesn't care because she's smart enough to tell a liar from the real thing. She died trying to run away from drunk gang members. They had knives and well... you know the rest.
•abilities: She can heal at will and she can sense people's aura. If they're evil they'll glow a deep red. If they're good their aura will be blue. If they're uncertain because of amnesia and such their aura will be a bright green.
•race:Human/Hero
OOC: I'm just gonna hope that i'm in and start my part. If i'm not then i'll delete it.

Cat walked up to the mansion gates.
'Hmmm... the place is emitting a green aura on the exterior and an incredibly dark red from the windows. Better check it out...'
She walked up to the door and heard strange noises.
'Hmph' she thought 'is it haunted or is it just a sad joke? Only one way to find out.'
She walked in to the strange mansion and saw a deep red from the top of the staircase.
'HEY YOU! Who are you and who do you think you're fooling.'
She could see her and she was a bit intimidated by a little girl causing such trouble.

 

OOC: Great Job :3 Welcome to the family. Have fun <3

BIC: Jack turned around, cocking her head to the side. "Me? I'm sorry. I was just doing roll-call. I am Jack. Pleasure to meet you, Catherine. Don't get killed."
Jack waved politely, and disappeared down the hall, searching for a certain room.
As each hall passed, the atmosphere grew with depression. Still, she passed evermore until she reached a hall so heavy, you could feel it weigh down on you. She approached the single door effortlessly, as though the darkness didn't effect her. No fears when you're dead, and all. Taking out a key from her pocket, Jack unlocked the sad-sodden door.

 

James had passed several unusual rooms, some filled with traps and others empty. It was not a very habital home it seemed

 

With a grin alight on Steffan's face, he soared trough the air. "Ahh, how I love the feel of an evening catapult." Crashing headfirst into the second story window of the manor, he simply shook off the bits of glass lodged into his hair and skin. With a bit of blood dripping down his chin, Steffan gave the hallway a quick once-over. "Hmmmm, reminds me of home~ All that's missing is my strappy white coat~." (ie, a strait jacket)

 

Jack breathed in slowly, listening of the tumblers rolled in the lock. She opened the door swiftly, though none could be seen in the lighting provided. Jack walked into the room slowly, seemingly remorseful. "Ah. If only you could've played with me again, Lozen." Jack picked up a picture from of of a darkness-shrouded desk.
This was all she had left of him, it seemed. He was one of the heros from last time.
In the end, he had saved her from getting the axe, and she won. Heros tended to end that way around here, didn't they?

 

A figure crashed through the window nearby.
The shock would of gave James a heart attack, if his heart worked.
'...and who are you?'
was his reply to the situation

 

Jack remembered everything about the final round. It was her, Lozen, Maria, Tac, Nathaniel, and Bishop. A round of heros. No one knew that the last "Jack" had been a "murderer". He had killed them off, one by one. Pieces had been thrown about, blood slpattered the origanally checkered marble floor. It had appalled her, at first. Back then, she had been known as "Lissy". She couldn't take so much blood. Lozen saw that each time a body was discovered, she would her lose herself a little more. She lost herself to everyone BUT him. Lozen was the only one that Lissy could talk to.

 

With a grin, Steffan replied, "Why, I'm Steffan. And who might you be?" Twirling a piece of broken glass between his fingers, Steffan suppressed a shudder of excitement. "Don't you think this place lovely?" :D