In the absence of the current rp gms, Devour and Veir, along with consent from Veir and a few other rpers, I am going to be hosting a new rp for people who are interested to join.

Introduction:

You’re sitting in a theater chair, you can only see those to your right and left through your peripheral vision, but what draws your attention is the dark stage in front of you. With a yank the curtains snap open and you’re blinded by a white flood light, as your eyes adjust you could see the silhouette of a man standing jauntily. His right hand on his hip with his left hand hanging down, his legs slightly apart with his right leg bent slightly while the other is stretched in a diagonal angle. You can’t see much detail because of the light that surrounds him but you can see that his clothes are white while he wears on his head a top hat. The light dims and more turn on, evening out the brightness. So now you could get a good look at the man. He wears a clean, crisp, white suit with a crimson tie and he wore a porcelain, shield-shaped mask, a happy expression painted on. The eyes were shallow upside down U’s and it had a big gaping smile, you can only see black behind the expression. “Welcome everyone,” he laughed and spun, ending with a curt bow. “My name is Abra and I have recruited you all to amuse me.”

A map slid down behind him and he waved his hand over it all, “This is the Wonderful World of Me. Now you guys will start somewhere and then make your way around,” he waved his hand once again. “Then make your way through it all to end up here.” He once again waved vaguely. “That’s how you win, by making it through the map, easy no?” The map was as vague as his instructions, nothing more than a circle with phrases written in tiny characters all about. If you could zoom in, you could read them stating, “If you can read this, you’re looking too close and not paying enough attention to Abra.”

Now you must be wondering, what’ll you be going through? Who’ll you have to fight? And I respond with this. Why should I tell?” He chuckled, and pretended to clean dust from beneath his fingernails, an action impossible thanks to the white gloves he wore. “You guys will fight beings of my choosing, they’ll be from anywhere and everywhere, so try to survive. Now look to your left and to your right, be cordial and be sure to wave and greet each other kindly.” He stated nonchalantly, knowing his captives were glued where they sat and could only stare at him. “These are your teammates, be sure to work together if you want to even try to win this.”

He scratched his head and looked from his audience back at the map, “You guys don’t need this anymore right?” He turned back and flames enwreathed the map, burning it to ash and filling the stage with black smog. “Now that you know everything let me ask you a question, who are you?” A bright white light pierced through and a train flew over their heads with Abra at the helm, “First stop! Candyland!” He announced.

You live in a world where there is diversity. From human, to maybe not so human, from cybertech to magic, just imagine the possibilities. Now you create what you want, just nothing too strong or useless or you'll ruin Abra's game, and he gets angry when you try to ruin his fun. You don't want to see him angry.


Now answer Abra’s question, WHO R U? Picture references are okay if you want to add them.
nality):
Appearance:
Personality:
Abilities:
Equipment:
Backstory: (If you want to add one)
When you're making your character, please be aware that they'll be upgraded throughout the rp.[/spoiler]

Now you guys will be deposited within a train station. It’s about 40 feet across, 30 feet wide, and in the middle sits a ticket booth that’s the size of a van. There are benches scattered around so choose your place to spawn. The scenery is strange to say the least, it seemed to be two dimensions that were joined together, with the station and train tracks that stretched from one horizon to the other being the stitches. One half there is a desert, the sky had no clouds and a hot sun blasted down on the hard, cracked, sandy plains. All there could be seen on the cracked, dry land is heat mirages and swirls of sand, neither a cactus nor tumbleweed to be seen.

The other half is truly a Candyland forest. The sky is a baby blue with candy floss white clouds, the sun practically dancing in the sky. The ground is covered in grass that looked to be made of licorice. The trees were a mixture of pines and oak. The oak leaves were made of glass-like sugar and the trunks were peppermint sticks. The pine trees have trunks made of dark chocolate filled with caramel sap, the needles are white chocolate shavings and the pinecones are made of milk chocolate. As you admire the scenery you get attracted to the sound of snapping branches and turn your head to see Abra snapping twigs off the pine trees and when he turned to look at you, he popped a pine cone into his mouth. He seemed to not be impaired by chewing as he gulped down more and more chocolate, “Welcome to Candyland. Now that we’re here let me explain how to reach me.” He finished and walked away, soon his muffled steps turned into clips and clops as he stepped off the forest ground and onto a path that seemed to be made of jolly ranchers. “You simply follow this road to me. Now you have to follow this road, if you step off the path and get lost, then well…” He laughs and began walking down the path.


PM your character sheet. Limit will be… I don’t know. I’ll let people PM me characters for a week, then I’ll choose. I’ll post on this thread who are accepted, so watch for edits, and then once everyone is ready, we’ll begin with people posting their first move.

es means nothing right gets done. So here we go,

Don’t be an idiot, read the posts, react appropriately and in-character. Don’t meta-game because it makes no sense, ruins the experience, and just makes everything more boring.

On that basis, don’t try to be the hero, don’t think you can just run in guns ablazing, swords flashing and think you’ll win because you won’t. Work with your teammates, that’s why they’re there.

Also don’t think because you’re a character, you have plot armor or the ability to never miss. When you’re in a fight sequence with something that is deemed as more than a mob, always make attempt posts. Don’t insta-assume you can just hit then retreat without getting hurt. Or even insta-assume that you’re going to hit.

Just drilling in the first one, don’t be an idiot. This is something we’re all trying to enjoy, so don’t ruin the flow by not reading properly, if you don’t understand something ask the writer or someone else.

No editing your post, if you need to edit for grammatical reasons or spelling, please state so. If you're so inherently wrong and it's because of a misunderstanding, talk to me and then edit with the distinct reason being, the gm allowed me to. But yea, if you fuck up, let's keep it that way.

Now I would like to add a minimal sentence limit, but there are times when you can't write a paragraph. So try your best to do so, but if all you can logically write or include is an action, just write the action, don't try to elongate it unnecessarily.

This is the step to apply for the RP, PM me your character sheets. Do not, and I underline this, do not post your character sheet on this thread. I will have a global mod delete it and you yourself will be blacklisted from this RP. Thank you. Now if you're curious to why I want you to pm, it's to prevent clustering of the thread. I want it to start with your first actions and not with character applications and such. I will pm you any concerns or such that I want you to fix on your character. If you are afraid your character will have a duplicate of sorts, I will be updating the rp frequently with admitted characters. It's a first come first serve basis, but if you really want to have the same or similar powers as someone else, go right on ahead, just know that that might kill you. I'm joking, it will kill you in the rp.[/spoiler]

Characters

sc (Age/Height/Nationality): REDACTED, 3 ft tall, proudly N/A-dian. Possibly Canadian but he claims wasn’t born in Canada. In fact, he doesn’t know where he was born.

Appearance:


Matthew Neilson is a small, blue-skinned, yellow-eyed bipedal alien (although he prefers being called a cyborg because it sounds cooler). He always wears an ocean-blue shirt with a simple M logo in the front. Beside the logo is a small apostrophe s, and below it is the word ‘rule’, complete with an exclamation point. He always wears a pair of dark grey, nearly black jeans (with pockets), and a pair of yellow and black sneakers with silver lightning bolts on the sides. He can see in the dark, but only for about a radial distance of 12 feet from his position. His hands have rectangular-shaped palms and a single, central finger each. His head is square-shaped and has a crest of seemingly the same size protruding from the back of his head.

Personality:


Matthew Neilson acts like a child most of the time due to his mystifying agelessness. In certain situations, he can be serious, but mostly settles for being a carefree goofball. He was raised by many nice babysitters, so he’s become nice himself as a result. Still, he loves nothing more than to play pranks and make jokes…some of which could be downright rude.

He’s no killer, but has been known to cause deaths accidentally.

Abilities:


Go With The Blow: Matthew can use his mysterious wind power to lift or move objects without touching them. This only works on objects he can pick up and move physically without use of the skill. The skill can affect objects within six feet of Matthew's position.

Aqua Power: Matthew can generate and manipulate water. He prefers to shoot water out of his hands though, thinking this makes the power look more awesome. He can only control water within six feet of his position, and the amount could prevent him from doing certain things (e.g. you can’t make a tidal wave from a puddle). Oh, and he can create water balloons out of thin air. He can throw them pretty accurately for a distance of 24 feet. This skill could have something to do with his ability to breathe underwater.

Ultra Hands (Special): When this ability is active, Matthew’s hands glow with light blue energy and make cool little white sparks fly all over the place. Any enemy or object he hits with his fists will get thrown backwards for a distance of about 30 feet. Upon hitting an enemy, a ring of blinding blue and white light pulses out from the contact area, but the ring does no damage and seems to be there just for effect.

Unstoppable: Matthew Neilson has incredibly fast recovery from minor injuries. He can also endure massive damage without suffering much harm. Pain only registers for a few seconds, but then vanishes while he’s in recovery. He also can't bleed for some reason.

Although his unstoppable skill seems quite overpowered, he can still get cut in half, crushed, cut to bits, impaled, etc. If anything like this happens, his recovery time will increase from its usual few seconds to an incredibly boring half-an-hour. Losing limbs requires him to either keep the stump or joint close to his body, making it join automatically over 30 minutes, or leaving it alone for a few seconds and allowing it to disintegrate. If the limb disintegrates, he'll just regenerate a new one. There is no difference between regeneration and connection recoveries...they both still take exactly half-an-hour.

It may be important to note that although Matthew is small, he is completely capable of lifting 4,079 pounds (average weight of a car). He’s only able to do this if he strains really hard. Matthew’s much more comfortable lifting things that are around 30-35 pounds (average weight of a cinder block).

Equipment:


ASCT (a.k.a Awesome Cool Slashing Thingy): basically a laser sword from Star Wars. He built it himself, through processes he’s absolutely refused to share. The blade color is a light blue.

Backstory: He’s been very uncooperative. We’ve tried to tempt him with candy and video games, but his stubbornness hasn’t changed. I guess we could just put in ‘unknown’. [/spoiler]

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able to control the ashes of the dead, as well as give them new form. Back in her world she could summon any amount of ash, at any time or place, but she can’t do that in “Here” and has to rely on something else. In her ring there’s some ash magically stored, just enough to create Walter’s “vessel” and still have a little bit of a reserve that she can use. Besides morphing the ashes to her will, Lilith can “transform” them into something different of organic origin; bones, scales, vines, muscles etc. Within seconds, she is able to create complex, “living” organisms, or... parts of them (She possesses a wide anatomy knowledge, and can quickly learn more.), as well as simple structures, tools, or weapons. She doesn’t have to control her creations at all times. She can give them their own consciousness, yet still forcing them to obey her.

So, to put it in a simpler way, ashes are pretty much just a resource, that Lilith uses to create her weapons and a

OOC: Guess I'll start it off then.

Puzzled by the strangeness of this world, and the mysterious powers of Abra himself, Grant skipped introductions with the others and stepped onto the jolly rancher pathway. The man was a showman, and Grant knew that if he followed him and played by his rules Abra would reveal himself at a vulnerable state. And Grant only needed a second for him to show Abra who was really boss.

He started walking down the strange candy road while smiling to himself, enjoying his fantasy. At least this place wasn't a void.

Nocturn gazes at his new surroundinds, his darkened eyes observed the contrast of Lantern's Cross'dismal gray and blue from the bright colors of this new landscape. It honestly blinded him, metaphorically speaking, at how bright this place was. The port city where he came from was blasted with torrential rains regularly, winds the speeds of gale storm were commonplace and the tide was unrelenting. People lost to sea, snatched straight from the shore and dragged into the merciless depths were as common as thievery.

But this place, skin-deep he supposed, was all sunshine. He didn't despise it, he was just simply reluctant to believe a place existed. Noctum tore his eyes from the view and moved his attention to something more, his allies: their forms radiated with a light yellow mist, hovering around them like a cloak: their electrical fields. He took notice to how strong each of it was, it indicated how strong their hearts were, how fast it was beating and how stressed each of them were. It was a sort of mindreading but it was mostly for when he... fed. The virus homed in on these fields and used his body to gorge on blood and flesh.

He attempted to lick his lips but he forgot he lost those. He lost his cheeks and most of his skin, in fact. What remained of his face was nothing but everything above his nose; the rest was metallic skeletal remains. He was sitting down as the man known as Abra intoduced himself, taught them he was the man in charge. Who cares?

He was an abomination, a parody of human life and simply a man without anything else to live for. He could simply just stay here, let Abra kill him and be done with it all, his suffering and the suffering he caused others on Lantern's Cross would be over. It could all be done.

So he sat down, watched the others with their lives in their hands and within their control. How lucky of them, he thought. Mine was snatched away.

Nox looked around, a deep scowl on his face, and was about to begin screaming for that coward to come out and fight him, when he finally noticed the several people that were in his general vicinity. He thought to himself, Oh, cripes. If I'm to get out of here unscathed, I better make some "friends." Putting on his "innocent face," Nox walked up to the group that consisted of the most people.

"Howdy! I'm Nox! Nox Invictus! Can you believe that guy?" He said, the image of an enthusiastic, yet slightly worried and more than a little dense, bystander. "Do you think we'll die? I have to get back to my flowers! They'll need watering soon!"

Z looked around intrigued by all the things going on around him. This place, these people, the whole scenario. It was all new to him. Z observed those around him who were in the same situation just as confused as him and knowing they all had the same question in their heads. Z pulled his hood over his head to avoid too many unwanted gazes. He looked at the others seeing a few who stood out more than others. Some who were a bit too outgoing for his taste, and some who were a bit more kept to themselves.

Z did not want to go out of his way to help any of them but he figured he might as well give a few of them a nudge in the right direction so they could at least raise Z's chances he walked by some of the others. He walked by a man who came off as a corpse to Z at first but it was still a thinking being. Z looked over seeing another who was excitable. Z heard him say he was 'Nox'. He watched as someone was already heading down the path. Z then focused his gaze on the corpse like man "we should follow. Best not to be left behind" Z said as he looked back at the Bright trail.

Nocturn looked up, his face stared at the person who had given him some notice.

"Follow? Where exactly do you intend to go?" His voice was hoarser than he expected, he hasn't been speaking for a long time... his self exile was probably the cause of that. It didn't stop the virus from paying visits to the town however which made him rethink the entire hermit life during those days.

He met the man's eyes, different colors the both of them unlike his own. He wondered whether he should allow himself to be moved, to follow the people that were trapped along with him. He was sure these living people would be able to get around on their own, what is the use of a metal puppet with a half a life?

He groaned and stood up, his body was heavy but over the time he was infected, he had grown accustomed to it. The gears and cogs along his spine moved, their metallic sounds punctuated his movements, a constant reminder of his current state.

He hated that.

Even after standing, the man was taller than he was a good five or six inches so but he dared to maintain eye contact.

"Where to?" Noctum said slowly.

Timothy looked around, a bit shocked of all the candy around him.
He quickly got over it, and popped a jolly rancher in his mouth.
While casually sucking on it, he passed the group and began strolling down the path.

Z observed the man and his dark features and the way he moved about. Z extended his hand toward the trail "seems to be our only way out. Someone else seems eager to go first." Z said as he held the back of his own head letting out a sigh "I would like to hope someone knows more about what's going on than I. 'Selected for my entertainment'? This man... He has a lot in store for us." Z shrugged as he approached the trail and looked up at what he was walking into "I don't plan to die again. Not yet anyway." He looked over his should back at the corpse-like man "what's your name anyway?" He asked as he crossed his arms not being to hasty to leave the theatre.

John stood up immediately and gathered his priorities in his head
He thought this candy land was kinda cool, and definitely loved the abilities/equipment, but he knew he needed to out of here

then walked over to the Metal Man and the Shadow, the clanking reminding him how heavy his armor was, and asked if he could join them

He introduced himself to any one who would listen

then he attempted to get the others that had started leaving, to come back

team work would be important, and it seemed better to join an existing team, rather than start a new one
the more people in a group, the more likely others would join

[OOC: @Creepin_Bro: Peeve of mine, I suppose but try to use dialogue instead of telling us that your character is telling the guys this thing. It's an RP, meant to be immersive on characters. Not just statements. :)]

Nocturn's eyes are directed to the where the man pointed his finger. The trail was clear enough and two others, clear as day due to their cloak-like fields, were moving towards it.

He snuck a peek behind him, the others trapped in the theatre were just there wondering what to do and the other man introduced himself as Nox. His breath seeped through his teeth and looked back at the red and blue eyed man. He mentioned dying again and then asked for his name.

Dying again? Try dying each day, never feeling the warmth of the Last Lantern over your spirit. He scoffed, or what passed off as one.

"Nocturn," he said simply. He could care less about this man's name. Perhaps it would silence him a bit if he knew his. "Better move then, death isn't a pleasant thing for you is it?"

He ignored another voice behind him, he reckoned that it wasn't 'Nox', since it was different sounding.

Z looked over the corner of his shoulder at this new voice and shrugged "it wouldn't bother me" Z didn't know what to say about John already calling it a group but he didn't pay it much attention. He wondered about Nox and what he was capable of. Z wasn't much for conversation so he didn't actively pursue it. He made eye contact with Nocturn and rubbed his chin "dying itself just feels like moving on. The way you die is what gets to you every day." He paused and nodded now learning his name "just call me Z" he said as he crouched on a knee waiting for others to move forward as well. Z refused to be the first to run in blindly. He was smart enough to know that whoever goes first is at risk and he who goes last will be on their own if they don't keep up.

John looked at the two of them, although accepting his partnership, neither seem to exited to 'team up'
"well, I already over heard both of your names, so no need for you to repeat em" he said as he sat on the floor
he didn't know a thing about them, except for there names, although neither seemed like talking so he let it be.
However, if they were going to work together with any efficiency, he knew they were going to have to know each other a little, eventually
"look, Ima let one of you guys call the shots, so I'll leave when you do, and just so ya know, I'd advise you let me walk in front" he stated as he looked through his equipment, thoroughly checking is medical case.

Z nodded to John being able to listen in on their conversation. He noted that John seemed to have a passive nature and not wanting to be a decision maker. Z tugged on the end of his hood and smirked and snickered a bit at John's comment 'calling the shots'. "Listen John I don't have any intention of leading these people and nor do I intend to be led. I can't speak for Nocturn but he doesn't look to excited at the idea of being 'in charge'".

Z paused and took a deep breath and let out a huff of smoke from his lungs "any group of mine is going to have everyone making decisions. One person can't make them all and shouldn't be allowed or expected. Someone is going to die. Leader or follower if it's not everyone thinking to solve the problem."

Z shook his head with a smirk still on his face "John I respect your nobility but save it for when people start listening. Someone will make an example of themselves. The silver haired fellow seems to be ahead already. For his sake I hope he heeds your call and returns. Otherwise" Z shrugged "he will be 'entertaining' Abra shortly. Mistakes are for learning. Learn from theirs. Don't be the first to make one".

Throughout whole Abra's "performance" one thought was going through Lilith's head;

"Did I break this damned vial again?"

Considering that her lab was indeed the last thing she remembered before getting here, made this scenario quite possible. Yet prolonged train journey, and the fact how...vivid all these images were, slowly but surely were putting her theory of a "bad trip" in serious doubt. When she left the train, it seemed that most passengers already started to familiarize themselves with the situation. It was quite an...interesting gathering least to say, full of even more...interesting... individuals. However, after looking around she noticed a peculiar pattern .

"I have recruited you all to amuse me..." She quoted and a slight smirk appeared on her face. "Looks like women don't bring much joy to this man's life then..." She stated, probably louder than she intended to. "Anyway...what is even this place..."

Suddenly, dust beneath her feet began to move, swirling up and around, as if it was moved by nonexistent blows of wind. Starting from two black shiny boots on the ground, tiny gray particles were slowly shaping themselves into a human-like silhouette, changing their color shortly after. Even though there was no visible source of it, there was still more and more dust moving beside Lilith, until grotesque being of a towering skeleton, wearing a black suit, finally appeared in its full form. With fancy step, it got closer to the girl, curiously looking around with his empty eye sockets.


"Considering that I feel close to no bond with the Sacred Flame, nor the Church anymore...I'd say we're rather far away from home..." Skeleton's voice was deep and echoing.

"That I figured myself sweetheart, but thanks nonetheless..." Lilith sighed smiling, approaching one of the oaks, and breaking off a small branch. She took a bite of it with a loud crunch. "Guess we don't have much of a choice then..."

Approaching the group, still chatting by the station, Lilith passed next by a stunned Walter, that observing her actions, "raised an eyebrow". "So we're just going to roll with it?"

"Yup...That's exactly the plan for now..." Taking another crunchy bite of her treat, she stopped by a mysterious man in a hood, an undead robot and a paladin, seemingly not minding their appearance, or the situation what so ever, she asked. "Whatcha guys thinking about all...this?"

As the group walked down the path, they noticed natural wildlife, just all in sweets form. Marshmallow peeps flocked trees, twittering and jostling about. Chocolate hares bounced in and out of bushes made of gummy rings. A small pond housed a herd of swedish fish and a few chocolate turtles paddled around the fringe, their shell lumpy with almonds. As they continued they ended up at a fork, the path splitting off in two directions. The one to the left looked a little lighter down the path and had more oaks while the right side seemed to have more pines.