VampirateMace
Internet Overlord
Notes:
* This RP is rated PG-13 for unrealistic violence, light language, and use of an injection to gain superpowers. So, if needles/syringes trigger you, this also serves as your warning to not read any further.
* There is one short plot arc planned out, that you'll see the prompt for below. The RP may end after that or it may go on depending on how players feel.
* Also this is probably going to be a little campy. Let's face it the plot and setting are kind of ridiculous, so we might as well lean into it and enjoy the ride. Just don't fall, okay?
Plot:
Graduation day, a glorious ceremony in which teenage girls and boys become women and men. It's the start of a whole new life adventure. The day when your principal finally hands you your very own syringe of neon green superpower infusion serum! No one knows what their superpower will be, but they do know it will change their life forever. You could have the power to control fire or the power to fly, or maybe you'll get something a little stranger, like a third eye. No one knows, and there doesn't seem to be any logic or pattern to it, it's just the luck of the roll. (Literally!)
Some historians say that high schools used to hand out diplomas, but that practice fell away after the power infusion serum was introduced. Early prototypes of the the serum were unstable, and many test subjects had volatile results, but the allure of superpowers was too exciting for the experiments to ever be completely halted. And finally a stable version was created, but there was a catch, it only worked right on mature enough subjects. In humans that was people 17 and older. Thus it became a popular senior tradition to save up enough money in order to get superpowers, and eventually when the production of the serum became cheap enough, they became a gift from the school itself. And thus having superpowers became the mark of adulthood.
There are of course people that try to get powers early, but what happens to them is uncertain. Though there are stories, and many of them have become cautionary horror stories parents tell their children before bed. Almost everyone can recall hearing of the misfortune of Blobby Bobby, who was reduced to a gelatinous mass of pain and misery for the rest of his days.
But this isn't Blobby Bobby's story, this is the story of our graduation day!
Everything was going great. First the school's special guest gave an inspirational speech no one would remember five years later. Then the valedictorian gave a little speech that'd be forgotten in a week, and received her serum and a handshake from the principal, as well as hug from the vice principal. And so the tedious parade began, as graduates were called onto the stage. Most conducted themselves with dignity going through the motions, though others broke out in tears and hugged everyone they could find, or ran by the audience demanding highfives, and a few immediately uncapped their serum syringes, stabbing themselves in the arm to start the transformation process (which usually takes around five minutes, but could take as little as a couple seconds, or as long as few months). Then near the end of the ceremony, an angry drunken teen burst into the room and ran up onto the stage. Everyone in our class recognized him. It was Skyler, the trouble-making punk who'd dropped out a couple of months before.
Snatching up the syringes still waiting to be passed out, he ranted about how he deserved this and the recognition he was going to get, and stabbed them into his arm as everyone looked on in horror. He screamed in a ghastly manner as his body started to swell and distort. The couple of professional heroes present for the graduation leapt to their feet preparing to deal with him, while other people started to panic and flee the room. But a few brave teens, powered or not, felt a duty to help stop this disaster.
___
As you've probably gathered, our RPG starts the day of graduation. Your character will receive a power infusion syringe, and may inject themselves with it at any point after that (provided they don't lose it), at which point you will randomly be assigned a power (via dice roll, out of the 20 selected in the discord discussion. There will also be a secondary roll that will determine if your power has extra effects, or if you're one of the lucky few with more then one power).
In this world a few people choose not to use the serum. After all, once they have powers their life will be changed forever. As such, you are not required to use the serum, but that doesn't mean you're helpless, you would still be able to fight back in some manner. Or try to reason with Skyler.
Approved/Pending Players:
1. VampirateMace (Nyla)
2. InnerFlame (Kyuu)
3. Monster Guy (Danny)
4. Sketchie (Melanie)
5. Schade (Leo)
6. Tangeh (Abby)
7.
Sign-Up Form
- All characters are normal humans at the start of this RP, please bare in mind you won't know what your powers are, so don't decide anything based on the powers you expect.
Name: What your parents called you, and any nicknames you've picked up since then.
Age and Gender: Your age (preferably 17-19)
Appearance:
What you look like, please consider your character’s age and lifestyle when deciding this. + 8 sentences
Personality:
How you think and act. Please included good and negative traits, no total Mary-Sues or Gary-Stues please. + 8 sentences
History:
What has happened in your past, again. Take into account your appearance and personality. And don't forget your relation to Skyler; be it friend, foe, victim, or even relative. + 8 sentences
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Mine:
Name: Nyla Parker
Age and Gender: 17, Female, Bisexual
Appearance:
Nyla is slightly below average height with slightly pale skin and a medium build. Her face is slightly soft and immature looking, with a pointy chin and small nose. Her eyes are medium size, mismatched in color, one blue, one brown, and topped with wispy eyebrows. Uneven black and red (dyed) hair frames her face, though she keeps the longest portion in a braid or ponytail most of the time. Nyla's posture and form tend to be pretty poor, slouching or sitting in fetal position, and looking down a lot.
For everyday clothes, Nyla usually dresses casually, black jeans (often torn), heavy black boots with heels, a red or black t-shirt, and a comfy red and black hoodie. Her socks tend to have Halloween prints or stripes. When it gets cold and wet out, she may swap the hoodie for a heavier black trench-coat. She wears a bit of jewelry, occasionally donning fashion rings and bracelets with blood-red stones, but she's usually wearing a choker and a cross necklace, as well as safety-pins for earrings.
For fancier occasions she has a couple of dresses; a little black number with black mesh accents, and a long white dress that looks like something a ghost bride would wear. These dresses both have their own foot wear and accessories too; blood red high-heel dress shoes and a little black and red purse, and calf high white boots and a lacy white parasol. With these outfits, she tends to put in real earrings, dangling red and black, or shiny white pearls.
Personality:
Lots of people go through a goth phase; featuring things like mild depression, curiously about death, and hatred of modern society. Some people go through this phase a little longer than others. This Nyla, nearly eighteen, and still feeling a little down and disillusioned. Sure her grades are fine, and she's going to graduate, but she feels a lot of uncertainty about where her life is going. The job market is fickle, and people with better powers tend get better jobs. But knowing her luck, Nyla figures she'll get something stupid, like ability to change her hair color without dye. Sure that's a fashionista's dream, but Nyla is pretty sure she only looks good in red and black. It just accents her porcelain skin so nicely.
It's not like she hates everything though. She actually feels pretty good when she's watching/reading horror, attending concerts, or practicing witchcraft. She loves these things, but her conservative parents are pretty down on them; horror movies a gross and distasteful, the music she likes is terrible, and witchcraft is satanic. As a result she rarely gets to go to concerts, and she has to hide her horror and witch-y stuff collections. And her parent's dislike of them only makes her more interested to be honest.
In terms of productivity, nowadays Nyla pretty much does just what she needs to to get by. She's not stupid, but she doesn't care for most her school subjects. Except Biology, that **** is fascinating. Organs and goo, she could totally be a doctor or morgue tech. Of course her parents tell her she needs better grades for that. But considering she's easily passing all her classes, she kind of thinks they just wanted something more to nag her about.
History:
Nyla's life has not been the dark glamorous fairytale she likes to project. Born to a lower middle class family, Nyla grew up in a small house with her parents (the dictators - her mother declined the serum to 'stay as God made her' and her father developed poisonous tears), a little sister (the pest), a dog (the disgusting drool machine) and a sleek black cat (her familiar and only friend in the house). So, how did everything possibly go so wrong?
Well, that's a matter of perspective.
As a young child Nyla became very sick, almost died. In fact so sick it left a mark on her. Somehow the virus washed the color out of one of her eyes, leaving it blue (acquired heterochromia). Nyla doesn't even remember this part of her life, but it was horrifying for her parents. And learning about it affected her thinking later on.
Towards the end of junior high, Nyla started to feel dissatisfied with her life. School was boring a tedious. Her parents too, were creatures of routine, forcing her to do disgusting and equally tedious chores (while her little sister was allowed to sit there playing on her tablet, by the way). Was this all life had to offer? She saw models and actresses in magazines and on television. Why wasn't she given a life like that? The one time she asked her mom about a modeling agency at the mall, he mom laughed and said it was probably a scam, and if it wasn't she'd end up an addict before she turned thirty. Eventually, she started wondering why she hadn't died as a child? Her parents told her it was because god had a plan for her, but she wasn't really seeing a plan. Did her life really have a purpose as her parent's church proclaimed? Or were we all dust floating along in chaotic cosmic wind?
With these thoughts came a change in behavior that her parents and friends were not fond of. She started to fight with her family over little things. Her parents generally dismissed this as hormones, and her new-found fondness for black as a phase. Her sister called her a freak, not that she cared. And as for her friends, they just kind of drifted apart. She started hanging with the 'weird witch-y kids'. They spent many a lunch hour talking about then nature of life and death, serial killers, witchcraft, and several other 'gruesome', 'morbid', or 'tasteless' subjects.
High School wasn't much better. The clichés were fully formed now, and Nyla was fully a member of the goth group. And well, she embraced it. She dressed even more darkly, tried out some heavy white and black make-up (though thankfully she didn't bother to keep up with it, much to her mom's unspoken relief), dyed her hair (which started one heck of a fight with her mom), and started using tarot cards and attempting to cast spells. This infuriated her mom so badly she threw her first set of cards out and Nyla was forced to hide her witchcraft things from then on. A couple weeks of extra church made sure she didn't let her mom find her cards, crystals, or candles again. The cross she wears somewhat appeases her mom, though the woman doesn't know she wears it as a sign of death, not as a sign of faith.
Skyler took note of the goth group, and tried to make fun of them more than once, but mostly he got irritated that they tended to ignore him. At one point he did decide to punch one of the guys to get more of a reaction, only to learn there was a teacher right behind him, who whisked him off to the principal’s office and a couple weeks of lunch detention. To Nyla, Skyler was kind of a joke. . . until he ran up on stage and started injecting himself with way more serum than was safe for anyone.
* This RP is rated PG-13 for unrealistic violence, light language, and use of an injection to gain superpowers. So, if needles/syringes trigger you, this also serves as your warning to not read any further.
* There is one short plot arc planned out, that you'll see the prompt for below. The RP may end after that or it may go on depending on how players feel.
* Also this is probably going to be a little campy. Let's face it the plot and setting are kind of ridiculous, so we might as well lean into it and enjoy the ride. Just don't fall, okay?
Plot:
Graduation day, a glorious ceremony in which teenage girls and boys become women and men. It's the start of a whole new life adventure. The day when your principal finally hands you your very own syringe of neon green superpower infusion serum! No one knows what their superpower will be, but they do know it will change their life forever. You could have the power to control fire or the power to fly, or maybe you'll get something a little stranger, like a third eye. No one knows, and there doesn't seem to be any logic or pattern to it, it's just the luck of the roll. (Literally!)
Some historians say that high schools used to hand out diplomas, but that practice fell away after the power infusion serum was introduced. Early prototypes of the the serum were unstable, and many test subjects had volatile results, but the allure of superpowers was too exciting for the experiments to ever be completely halted. And finally a stable version was created, but there was a catch, it only worked right on mature enough subjects. In humans that was people 17 and older. Thus it became a popular senior tradition to save up enough money in order to get superpowers, and eventually when the production of the serum became cheap enough, they became a gift from the school itself. And thus having superpowers became the mark of adulthood.
There are of course people that try to get powers early, but what happens to them is uncertain. Though there are stories, and many of them have become cautionary horror stories parents tell their children before bed. Almost everyone can recall hearing of the misfortune of Blobby Bobby, who was reduced to a gelatinous mass of pain and misery for the rest of his days.
But this isn't Blobby Bobby's story, this is the story of our graduation day!
Everything was going great. First the school's special guest gave an inspirational speech no one would remember five years later. Then the valedictorian gave a little speech that'd be forgotten in a week, and received her serum and a handshake from the principal, as well as hug from the vice principal. And so the tedious parade began, as graduates were called onto the stage. Most conducted themselves with dignity going through the motions, though others broke out in tears and hugged everyone they could find, or ran by the audience demanding highfives, and a few immediately uncapped their serum syringes, stabbing themselves in the arm to start the transformation process (which usually takes around five minutes, but could take as little as a couple seconds, or as long as few months). Then near the end of the ceremony, an angry drunken teen burst into the room and ran up onto the stage. Everyone in our class recognized him. It was Skyler, the trouble-making punk who'd dropped out a couple of months before.
Snatching up the syringes still waiting to be passed out, he ranted about how he deserved this and the recognition he was going to get, and stabbed them into his arm as everyone looked on in horror. He screamed in a ghastly manner as his body started to swell and distort. The couple of professional heroes present for the graduation leapt to their feet preparing to deal with him, while other people started to panic and flee the room. But a few brave teens, powered or not, felt a duty to help stop this disaster.
___
As you've probably gathered, our RPG starts the day of graduation. Your character will receive a power infusion syringe, and may inject themselves with it at any point after that (provided they don't lose it), at which point you will randomly be assigned a power (via dice roll, out of the 20 selected in the discord discussion. There will also be a secondary roll that will determine if your power has extra effects, or if you're one of the lucky few with more then one power).
In this world a few people choose not to use the serum. After all, once they have powers their life will be changed forever. As such, you are not required to use the serum, but that doesn't mean you're helpless, you would still be able to fight back in some manner. Or try to reason with Skyler.
Approved/Pending Players:
1. VampirateMace (Nyla)
2. InnerFlame (Kyuu)
3. Monster Guy (Danny)
4. Sketchie (Melanie)
5. Schade (Leo)
6. Tangeh (Abby)
7.
Sign-Up Form
- All characters are normal humans at the start of this RP, please bare in mind you won't know what your powers are, so don't decide anything based on the powers you expect.
Name: What your parents called you, and any nicknames you've picked up since then.
Age and Gender: Your age (preferably 17-19)
Appearance:
What you look like, please consider your character’s age and lifestyle when deciding this. + 8 sentences
Personality:
How you think and act. Please included good and negative traits, no total Mary-Sues or Gary-Stues please. + 8 sentences
History:
What has happened in your past, again. Take into account your appearance and personality. And don't forget your relation to Skyler; be it friend, foe, victim, or even relative. + 8 sentences
___
Mine:
Name: Nyla Parker
Age and Gender: 17, Female, Bisexual
Appearance:
For everyday clothes, Nyla usually dresses casually, black jeans (often torn), heavy black boots with heels, a red or black t-shirt, and a comfy red and black hoodie. Her socks tend to have Halloween prints or stripes. When it gets cold and wet out, she may swap the hoodie for a heavier black trench-coat. She wears a bit of jewelry, occasionally donning fashion rings and bracelets with blood-red stones, but she's usually wearing a choker and a cross necklace, as well as safety-pins for earrings.
For fancier occasions she has a couple of dresses; a little black number with black mesh accents, and a long white dress that looks like something a ghost bride would wear. These dresses both have their own foot wear and accessories too; blood red high-heel dress shoes and a little black and red purse, and calf high white boots and a lacy white parasol. With these outfits, she tends to put in real earrings, dangling red and black, or shiny white pearls.
Personality:
Lots of people go through a goth phase; featuring things like mild depression, curiously about death, and hatred of modern society. Some people go through this phase a little longer than others. This Nyla, nearly eighteen, and still feeling a little down and disillusioned. Sure her grades are fine, and she's going to graduate, but she feels a lot of uncertainty about where her life is going. The job market is fickle, and people with better powers tend get better jobs. But knowing her luck, Nyla figures she'll get something stupid, like ability to change her hair color without dye. Sure that's a fashionista's dream, but Nyla is pretty sure she only looks good in red and black. It just accents her porcelain skin so nicely.
It's not like she hates everything though. She actually feels pretty good when she's watching/reading horror, attending concerts, or practicing witchcraft. She loves these things, but her conservative parents are pretty down on them; horror movies a gross and distasteful, the music she likes is terrible, and witchcraft is satanic. As a result she rarely gets to go to concerts, and she has to hide her horror and witch-y stuff collections. And her parent's dislike of them only makes her more interested to be honest.
In terms of productivity, nowadays Nyla pretty much does just what she needs to to get by. She's not stupid, but she doesn't care for most her school subjects. Except Biology, that **** is fascinating. Organs and goo, she could totally be a doctor or morgue tech. Of course her parents tell her she needs better grades for that. But considering she's easily passing all her classes, she kind of thinks they just wanted something more to nag her about.
History:
Nyla's life has not been the dark glamorous fairytale she likes to project. Born to a lower middle class family, Nyla grew up in a small house with her parents (the dictators - her mother declined the serum to 'stay as God made her' and her father developed poisonous tears), a little sister (the pest), a dog (the disgusting drool machine) and a sleek black cat (her familiar and only friend in the house). So, how did everything possibly go so wrong?
Well, that's a matter of perspective.
As a young child Nyla became very sick, almost died. In fact so sick it left a mark on her. Somehow the virus washed the color out of one of her eyes, leaving it blue (acquired heterochromia). Nyla doesn't even remember this part of her life, but it was horrifying for her parents. And learning about it affected her thinking later on.
Towards the end of junior high, Nyla started to feel dissatisfied with her life. School was boring a tedious. Her parents too, were creatures of routine, forcing her to do disgusting and equally tedious chores (while her little sister was allowed to sit there playing on her tablet, by the way). Was this all life had to offer? She saw models and actresses in magazines and on television. Why wasn't she given a life like that? The one time she asked her mom about a modeling agency at the mall, he mom laughed and said it was probably a scam, and if it wasn't she'd end up an addict before she turned thirty. Eventually, she started wondering why she hadn't died as a child? Her parents told her it was because god had a plan for her, but she wasn't really seeing a plan. Did her life really have a purpose as her parent's church proclaimed? Or were we all dust floating along in chaotic cosmic wind?
With these thoughts came a change in behavior that her parents and friends were not fond of. She started to fight with her family over little things. Her parents generally dismissed this as hormones, and her new-found fondness for black as a phase. Her sister called her a freak, not that she cared. And as for her friends, they just kind of drifted apart. She started hanging with the 'weird witch-y kids'. They spent many a lunch hour talking about then nature of life and death, serial killers, witchcraft, and several other 'gruesome', 'morbid', or 'tasteless' subjects.
High School wasn't much better. The clichés were fully formed now, and Nyla was fully a member of the goth group. And well, she embraced it. She dressed even more darkly, tried out some heavy white and black make-up (though thankfully she didn't bother to keep up with it, much to her mom's unspoken relief), dyed her hair (which started one heck of a fight with her mom), and started using tarot cards and attempting to cast spells. This infuriated her mom so badly she threw her first set of cards out and Nyla was forced to hide her witchcraft things from then on. A couple weeks of extra church made sure she didn't let her mom find her cards, crystals, or candles again. The cross she wears somewhat appeases her mom, though the woman doesn't know she wears it as a sign of death, not as a sign of faith.
Skyler took note of the goth group, and tried to make fun of them more than once, but mostly he got irritated that they tended to ignore him. At one point he did decide to punch one of the guys to get more of a reaction, only to learn there was a teacher right behind him, who whisked him off to the principal’s office and a couple weeks of lunch detention. To Nyla, Skyler was kind of a joke. . . until he ran up on stage and started injecting himself with way more serum than was safe for anyone.
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