I’m going to have a try at an RPG, hope I catch the interest of some of you RPG’s name: Hell over high waters RPG’s Genre: horror The setting: That’s right folks, it’s 1845 just three years ago the ss great Brittan was launched the first of the luxury ocean liners. Another floating palace has just entered the waters. The Narcissus , it’s reflection grand beauty on the waters. Every inch polished timber gilded with gold and lavished with red carpets. This ship is for the most refined. It’s maiden vouge from England to South Africa. The plot: The Narcissus is on it’s Maiden voyage from England to south Africa, several important people have been sent invitations tickets paid for by a mysterious stranger and delivered by mail. The invitation is as follows. Dear (insert Character‘s name here) You have been invited to attend the maiden voyage of the Narcissus, this is a opportunity that one may never have again in life. Do take it…. The ships tickets are attached beneath. Don’t think this voyage will be your normal round trip. In the ships lock box there is something evil glinting in the darkness. Something calling upon every passenger it’s hunger for destruction will not be denied. Lord help you all when he escapes. Additional Rules: I’m the game master I will give you’re characters random tasks to perform these will be in blue I will put your characters name at the top so you know that this is a must read. Red posts are for when an unfortunate character meets an untimely death. No flaming Please censor your swearing Common courtesy to other members please You must have the invitations contents in the starting post. I will start the RPG when there are enough characters and when the RPG is approved by a mod. There are no set weapons, please be sensible this is the eighteenth century and a ocean liner I can’t imagine it stockaded with guns and the such. Have fun [/COLOR][/COLOR] Character profile Name: Age: Sex: Personality: Appearance: Breath history:
Name: Edward Clayton Age:20 Sex: Male Personality: A some what unstable young man who is forced to see the world. Somewhat spoiled, he has spent all his life at his fathers estate doing absolutly nothing extraordinary, except with the occasional and very violent outbursts of anger. Edward loves to pick fights with the gardener (who used to be in the army). His father, fed up with his idleness and fighting, pays for a trip to South Africa, where he will stay with an old army buddy of the gardener. Edward plans to buy a return ticket to Englad as soon as the ship makes port. Appearance: An even six feet tall with virtually no fat and a generous amount of lean muscle. Edward spent most of his time with his trainer even though he had no plans of competitive sports. Brown hair. It is quite long much to his father's distaste. Blue eyes. Carries himself very loosley, doesn't really take anything seriously. A very calm demenor. Except when he gets angry, but even then the anger is controlled and directed. Breath history?????) You can always detect a tad of Burbon.
Name: Roger Lombard Age: 16 Sex: Male Personality: Roger's really childish and irresponsible. He'd rather play than work, and has a tendancy to tell tall tales and steal. He can be quite the gentleman when he wants to be, but prefers to act like a tough guy. Really, though, Roger can't fight worth crap. Appearance: Roger's kinda short for his age - barely five feet tall - and really scrawny. He's got long, matted, dark red hair and dark eyes. He's got a good-sized scab on his chin from falling out of a tree, but he usually says he got it from a fight or something. His clothes are old and grimy, and about three sized too big for him. Breath history: I don't know what that means, but I can give you a breif history :redface: Roger was brought up in an orphanage. He doesn't know who his parents are, and he really doesn't care. He found his invitation in an alleyway - the one behind the local bakery, where he and his friends sometimes hang out. Roger, of course, has no idea who sent the invitation or how they would know where to leave it, but it was an all-expenses-paid cruise - how could he say no?
Name: Jean Magnus Bequem Age: 56 Sex: Mrowwwllll Yes Please (./cough! Female) Personality: Moderately quiet, but enjoys chatting just as much as anyone else. Obsesses over her work, and will sometimes hide herself a way when in the depth of it. Can seem rather stuck-up, but is sweet when you get to know her. Appearance: Long wavy brown hair, greying at the roots. She has it pulled back in a bun at all times, when seen in public. She is pretty short, about 5'2 and rather thin at her old age. (Not that she would ever say she was getting old. ) She has few wrinkles, but most are around her eyes. Her skin is a light tan, kept well for her age. When working she usually wears a lab coat and pants, but when out of there she wears fine dresses. She likes to stick with Summer dresses, unless she going to some kind of event. She tends to stick with oranges and yellows. Brief history: Was born 1789 and raised in London by her steadily wealthy father, whom was originally a born and raised Germany. Was taught under a student of Robert Linnaeus, named George Buford from the age of 12(1801), until she was 20(1809), when her teacher died of old age. She officially became a Botanist at the age of 21(1810), and quickly went into her work, leaving her father to live on her own. She soon got into the field of Entomology, and for most of her life made huge leaps and bounds through her studies of the insects and flora. She never had any children, but married her husband at the age of 30(1819). She met him through a College she worked with, teaching for a short time so she could save up enough money to live with just her experimenting and her studies. He was a professor at the school, and they fell in love at first site. A few years after their marriage he got very sick and died from an unknown disease when she was 40(1829). It broke her heart and she dove into her work, not making human contact for almost 5 years. When she got the letter, she had been studying some of the American wasps that had been shipped to her in the egg stage. They were slowly growing and she was just finding out about them, when the letter disrupted her. She decided South Africa would be a good place for her to go, to continue on her studies.
Name: Dr. Mordecai Pem Age: 36 Sex: Male Personality: Dr. Pem is a quick tempered, brooding man with a obsessive personality and the almost constant need to chew nervously on his pipe. Appearance: Dr. Pem is of average height, with lean, wiry muscles. His eyes constantly dart around the room. He is bald with a deep tan. Breif history: Dr. Pem is a fourth generation pastor. After a especially intense three weeks of immersing himself in the scriptures, Pem became convinced he couldn't measure up to the Almighty's standards and was damned for eternity. Now Pem has become an amateur occultist searching for a loophole into the Pearly Gates, while continuing to play the part of the righteous preacher to his flock. Pem took the cruise so he could immerse himself in his occult studies without having to watch out for the prying eyes of his parishioners.
Name: Mouse Age: 12 Sex: Female History: Mouse is trying to escape a life of misery. Her father beats her almost every night and she's decided that she's going to board a ship--ANY ship--just to get away from him. Appearance: Red hair, blue eyes, sensitive skin (acquires a sunburn quite easily). Personality: Quite skittish indeed. Doesn't trust anyone.
Name: Armel Ackart Age: 27 Sex: male Personality: Armel is a quiet and effeminate man. His self esteem low. He lives for music and is always practising his violin an instrument he began to learn at the age of five. He is very talented, yet outside of his music it seems nothing interests him. Appearance: his eyes are teal and often seem lifeless Armel also appears quite feminine. His blonde hair is shaggy and reaches just beneath his ears. Armel is 5,8 in height. He wears a white shirt and black waist coat with a golden time piece tucked into right waist pocket. His pants and shoes are also black he carries his Violin everywhere Brief history: unknown.
Name: Cain Shields Age: 21 Sex: Male Personality: On the outside, Cain is a laid-back, intelligent man who likes looking at the sea and reading books. On the inside, he's...a little unstable... Appearance: 5'11, average weight. Short black hair, and glasses. He generally wears casual clothes, and looks very normal. Brief history: When he was a child, Cain was bullied. In anger, he beat another boy in 5th grade, and the boy's brain was damaged. Cain's parents decided to homeschool him, and for a few years, he was normal. But then his father was killed in a fight and his mother died from cancer. Cain fell into a time of depression, and he became addicted to drinking. One night he drank too much and almost died, when a friend helped him, and he became better. Now he's trying to escape from his past, but...it may not be easy.
Name:Clare Goldsmith Age:21 Sex:Female Personality: Strong willed, quick tempered, takes no nonsense. A bit bossy. Likes to read and fencing. Appearance:5,8. Black, wavy hair to her shoulders. Brown eyes. Brief history: Her father sent her to finishing school against her will. Being an only child she is her father's only heir, but she resents the fact that her father does not acknowledge her for being a woman and not a man. She grew up rebellious and disenchanted with life. She took the trip only to disobey and anger her father.
Name: Robert C. Walton Age: 27 Sex: Male Personality: A fiery rebel who dislikes classic traditions. That doesn't mean he won't abide by the rules if it is in his best interests though. Appearance: A man of average hight with shocking read hair and good proportions. Brief history: Born to a wealthy family, Robert never had to work very hard. Instead of minding his studies, he chose to read the histories of famous explorers in his father's library. Aspiring to become an explorer and travel the world, when he was only 17 he made a hunting expedition to Africa. Since then he has been all over Europe, on many more expeditions to Africa, and hopes to one day see Asia.
Thanks! Name: Dana Voughler Age: 20 Sex: male Personality: Dana's really shy and timid. He's very polite - a real pushover, actually. Pretty low on courage, too. He'll do just about anything you ask him to, even if he doesn't agree with it. Dana tries to make friends with everyone, but that doesn't always work out... Appearance: A little on the short side - about 5' 4" - with shoulder-length, dirty-blonde hair, green eyes, and some freckles on his nose. He's pretty girlie-looking, and is mistaken for a woman kind of a lot. Brief History: Dana comes from a middle-class family of farmers from the countryside. He's the oldest of three sons, and the least interesting. James, his 17-year-old brother, is strong as an ox and one helluva fighter. Charles, who's 14, is extremely smart for his age. Dana's not particularly good at anything besides household chores. Maybe that's why he was so surprised when he received his mysterious invitation.
Name: Leon Jonas Age:26 Sex:Male Personality:Leon is a quiet and polite man. He often will not speak unless spoken. He is fervently defensive of Texas and of his family/friends. Not afraid of danger. Ever the gentleman when ladies are present. Slow to anger, but watch out when he explodes. Appearance: A full-length frock coat over a leather vest and a black button down shirt. Sturdy black boots with some dull spurs on them. Black gloves on both hands. A black quigley hat with a band of rattlesnake skin wrapped around it. His hair is long and black along with his scraggly beard. His guitar never seems to be too far out of reach. Brief** history: Leon was raised as an old school cowboy in Lorado, Texas-near the Mexican border. He is a 4th generation farmer and eldest son in a family of German immigrants, and quite sick of his family's insistence that he take over the farm. In his young days, he decided he would just leave. So he did. From the time he was sixteen up until he received the letter, he traveled around and did a few outlaw hunting jobs. He also did a little killing of his own. In fact, it was how he came across the letter in the first place. Leon is a hard man, but kind for the most part. He isn't very refined, but he enjoys the finer things in life.
It was a cloudless day, the Narcissus bobbed at its dock. The crew had completed their tasks and there was not a sound to be heard bar the clattering of dishes in the galley. The captain stood by the ramp awaiting his two hundred and fifty guests. About him children ran every now and then stopping to look up in awe at the behemoth that graced the waters. A few of the paupers had made use of the opportunely to sell flowers and nick knacks. Others made it an opportunity to pickpocket from the wealthy. As a precaution the police had found their way here also to uphold the law and tell those scum who was boss. The guests were beginning to arrive. Some more impressed by Captain Winchester’s ship then others who were so consumed by their own wealth they couldn’t see past any other besides themselves.” “Tickets, lady’s and gentleman, come forth and show your tickets.” Winchester said with a shout.
Armel Ackart stood in front of the ship holding his violin case in front of him. His heart hammered like a galloping horse and for several moments he thought to simply turn away from the ship and leave. Vomit rising in his throat he lurched forwards and dropped his Violin case besides him before kneeling before the waters edge and vomiting into the murky depths. Sea sick already and he hadn’t even stepped upon the ship. He stood up retrieved his handkerchief and wiped his mouth then retrieved his invitation. Dear Armel it read, you have been invited to attend the maiden voyage of the Narcissus, this is a opportunity that one may never have again in life. Do take it…. The ticket master would need those for him to board. Armel walked over to the ticket master and man with a fat belly and greying hair. He handed the tickets to him and the master scanned them before nodding his regards. “Welcome master Ackart, please leave your luggage over with the other bags and board the ship.” Armel nodded in response and put his bags with the others on the right side of the boarding ramp. No sooner then he had gotten on the boat a terrible sensation swept over him, Armel trembled they had heeded him well the thing was on the boat already.
Oh Father and Almighty Sovereign of the Universe give strength to your servant. I acknowledge my failings before you and beg on bent knees for your forgiveness. Please my Lord and God show me the path to salvation that you have hidden. “Reverend Pem?” I believe that you have revealed the state of my soul for just this purpose. Guide my hand and awaken my mind so I may discover the treasure of salvation you’ve hidden since time immemorial and save those souls entrusted to my care from hell fire. “Reverend Pem?” For all things are possible through faith and your guiding spirit. Amen. “Reverend Pem?” The Reverend Dr. Mordecai Pem leaned heavily on his desk to lift himself from the kneeing position. His knees popped and protested as his legs straightened and he massaged feeling back into the muscles. His housekeeper, Dolores, was standing in the doorway. “Yes Dolores.” She straightened her apron. “That Mr. Tempson is at the door. He couldn’t even wait for your vacation to start.” Pem smiled. “Now Dolores, just relax yourself. The Reverend Tempson is here to look after things while I’m away.” “Prying is more like it.” Pem chuckled. “Dolores, I said calm yourself.” “But after he started spreading all those rumors about you? About how you were talking to the dead and calling up devils? How can you just smile and let him take over? You know he’s here to snoop!” Reverend Pem patted the chubby housekeeper on the shoulder. “We are commanded to forgive even our enemies. Now don’t you worry. Let him snoop all he wants, there’s nothing to find.” Dolores smiled weakly. A quick fire rapping on the door broke the silence. Reverned Pem rolled his eyes. “Dolores when you said Tempson was at the door …” Dolores smiled, and sighed. “Alright Reverend, I’ll pull back the bolt.” Reverend Pem opened his satchel. The light fell on three objects, his family bible, a large leather bound notebook, and his invitation. He pulled out the invitation and read it one last time. Dear Reverend Dr. Mordecai Pem, You have been invited to attend the maiden voyage of the Narcissus, this is a opportunity that one may never have again in life. Do take it…. The ships tickets are attached beneath. The Reverend shook himself from his revelry as a chubby man examined his tickets. Tempson would already be searching through every drawer and box locked or unlocked. Feeling the reassuring weight of his satchel, Mordecai smiled. He found the rocking of the ship comforting. Like a big rocking chair. No parishioners, no Tempson, just peace, quiet, and plenty of time to study scriptures – both authorized and unauthorized. He saw a familiar face on the deck clutching a violin case and looking deathly seasick. “Yes,” said Reverend Pem, “The Lord truly works in mysterious ways.”
Cain Shields opened his eyes as the first rays of the morning sun fell on his face. He grunted, untangling his body from the small sofa. An older woman came into the room, holding a cup of tea. "Cain, dear, how did you sleep?" "Fine. I'm very sorry, Mrs. Brown. It's just...I've been through some hard times recently. I've almost got enough money for the house." The woman shook her head. "It's not a problem. You're welcome here any time." Cain grabbed his pack from the table and pulled on his coat as the doorbell rang. Mrs. Brown scurried off to get it. Cain put on his glasses and looked in the mirror. He hadn't shaved in days, and his hair was messy and stuck up in random places. I really do look like a alchoholic. Suddenly Mrs. Brown entered the room, holding a letter. "Cain, the postman said to give this to you. I'm not sure how he knew you were here, but..." She passed the letter to Cain, who opened it. Dear Cain Shields, You have been invited to attend the maiden voyage of the Narcissus, this is a opportunity that one may never have again in life. Do take it…. Cain's brows furrowed. "This is just what I need, Mrs. Brown. It's a free cruise on a ship. I can relax there. Thank you for all your hospitality." She nodded and said something about being safe. Cain opened the door and headed for the time of his life.
Armel’s lip quivered when he spotted reverend Pem. It wasn’t enough that he felt awkward and drained. Now this man was here. Armel’s family brought into religion. They were one of those disastrous families who thought money brought the tickets to heaven. Every Sunday, concerts if Armel’s musical career didn’t get in the way he would attend church a rule made by his father. He was twenty seven and still his father commanded what Armel should and should not have. Every woman Armel had brought home was to stupid or to sickly sweet. Every friend could not be trusted and was not loyal. When Armel argued with his father. His dad would turn away and say a boy as special as you can only have the best. If he was so special why did he have such terrible parents?
Pem watched the boy turn away quickly and pretend not to notice him. The Reverend shrugged with a smile. There would be time for them to talk later. Right now, he had his devotionals to attend to.
"Dear Clare Goldsmith You have been invited to attend the maiden voyage of the Narcissus, this is an opportunity that one may never have again in life. Do take it…. The ships tickets are attached beneath." It was just as the letter said, an opportunity of once in a lifetime, and Clare was certainly going to take it. Left beginning were here ever-worrying maid and the expensive education her father had bought here. 'I don't need that,' she thought to herself as she showed her tickets to the man and was let pass. She had to admit that she was awed at the size of the ship, and rare were the things that surprised or wondered her lately. Arranging to have her baggages be taken to her room, Clare spent her time at the deck, looking at the people boarding the ship. The sea breeze played with her short dark hair and she held it back to keep looking, most people looked boring and just the type she wanted to avoid, but some looked interesting enough to at least hold a good conversation. She smiled a little to herself, maybe it wouldn't be so boring after all.
