I've lived here all my life. This town. This house. These past few years, this room. All in all, it hasn't been a bad life. I fought in a war, got told I was too old to fight in the sequel, and went anyway. I married a good woman, had a good son, and lost a good leg to that damned infection. But it's taken me most of my long years to realize a few things about my town. Wrong things, things that would only make sense in a novel.
I've been here for one hundred and twenty-five years, and in all that time, I've never seen anyone that didn't die overseas or in the big city hospital leave this town for good. Sure, some kids get big ideas, run to Boston or New York for college, but they always come back. Never with a girlfriend or boyfriend or spouse, but by themselves. Because that's the other part of this: No new people have moved here since 1912. That was when Preston Innsmouth and Dan Upton brought their families here, and no one since. Now tell me that's normal.
Then, there's the people. All good old, hard-working, small-town folk, to a man. They may act different, but really they're all the same. Farmers and their kids, who never really complain about having to do farmwork. There's no differences here, no ambition.
But that's not the worst of it. No, the worst is that damned church. Our towns only murders have all happened in the church, each all dressed-up like some sorta devil-worship ritual. Way back when the first one happened, I was a young cop, fresh from World War Two. I had to investigate the basement, and while I was poking around, I found a piece of rock, in the basement wall. I moved it aside…and…and…the noises. The horrible, unholy noises, coming up from the tunnel behind the wall. Skittering and screeching and roaring, horrible noises…and in the darkness, something moving…something huge and malignant. I ran away and haven't spoken of it since.
Until now. Because it's gotten worse. Storms have hit our town three times this week, and in every flash of lightning, I could see those horrible things, moving in the darkness. Whatever is beneath the church, it's about to break loose. I can feel it. We need to end this thing, before it ends us.
Well, that was a rousing speech.
Or not. Anyway, if you're reading this now, congratulations, you've found my latest and hopefully greatest RP! If you're not, fuck you. Haul your ass over here now and sign up! Now, bitch!
So, as you could prolly tell from the above, this RP is a Lovecraftian horror RP, taking place in Ravenshead, Maine. Ravenshead is a town with a dark secret, and it's up to y'all (playing a bunch of kids, for my own headcanon reasons) and myself (playing a truly ancient man named Karl Lomberg) to find it.
Now, before I get to the apps, let me explain something: No new people have come to Ravenshead since 1912. Thus, there are only five families in town:
The Uptons, who have always been elected to be the Mayor. They control the politics here, and own the power plant.
The Innsmouths, who own the East Door Restaurant and the West Door Coffeehouse, the only places in town with reliable Wi-Fi.
The Crowninshields, who run The Ravenshead Central Bank, the only bank in town.
The Lombergs, owners of the General Store.
And the Whearleys. The West Side Whearleys, who have always been chosen to be the pastors of the church, and almost all of whom are also the town's schoolteachers. They don't get along with the East Side Whearleys, who own most of the farmland, as well as a logging business.
Now, there are other families, but they're all married into the Big Five. Thus, even if you have a different surname, you'll still be part of a Big Family.
Now that that's out of the way…
THE APP. WHOO YEAH MOTHERFUCKER!
Explanation of The Most Holy App
Name: Like I said in the OOC Intro, you'll either have a Big Five surname, or another one. They'll all, though, be European names.
Age: Between 11 and 18.
Family: I explained this in the Intro.
Personality: While there will be some differences between characters, they'll all have some similarities. That's all I'll say, so as not to limit y'all too much.
Appearance: Please, use a picture. Also, most of (meaning all) residents of this town will be black, white, or of Chinese descent. There's no other racial groups here, since no others have moved here, ever.
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Explanation of The Most Holy App
Name: Like I said in the OOC Intro, you'll either have a Big Five surname, or another one. They'll all, though, be European names.
Age: Between 11 and 18.
Family: I explained this in the Intro.
Personality: While there will be some differences between characters, they'll all have some similarities. That's all I'll say, so as not to limit y'all too much.
Appearance: Please, use a picture. Also, most of (meaning all) residents of this town will be black, white, or of Chinese descent. There's no other racial groups here, since no others have moved here, ever.
Now, this is almost done, but we still need some
Rules
Rule the First:Don't godmod, metagame, blah blah blah.
Rule the Second: Respect mah authoritaah. Meaning that I, as OP, am God. As Co(itus)-OP, New Jordslag is Jesus, alright? But if I let you in here, I assume you already know this stuff.
Rule the Third: This one's about post length and grammar. Namely, your posts must all be at least four lines, and you've gotta have correct English grammar. Seriously. If you have subpar grammar, I will flip my shit.
Lastly, if you break any of these rules more than once, meaning twice, I will ask you to leave.
Rule the First:Don't godmod, metagame, blah blah blah.
Rule the Second: Respect mah authoritaah. Meaning that I, as OP, am God. As Co(itus)-OP, New Jordslag is Jesus, alright? But if I let you in here, I assume you already know this stuff.
Rule the Third: This one's about post length and grammar. Namely, your posts must all be at least four lines, and you've gotta have correct English grammar. Seriously. If you have subpar grammar, I will flip my shit.
Lastly, if you break any of these rules more than once, meaning twice, I will ask you to leave.
Well, that's all I've got for now. Let the RP…
Begin!
