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once, i had an empire in a golden age. i was held up so high, i used to be great. they used to cheer when they saw my face now, i fear i have fallen from grace.
In the opulent world of New York City's elite, where fortunes are built and dynasties are solidified over generations, the hidden struggles behind the façade of wealth and privilege are bursting at the seems. Fourteen prominent families hold the keys to the kingdom, each with their own unique and storied legacy of accumulating vast wealth and influence within different industries while simultaneously grappling with the shadows that lurk within their gilded lives. As the elder generations of these families age and relinquish control, the younger heirs step into positions of power, bringing with them a wave of new conflicts and alliances. Against a backdrop of family feuds, legal battles over trust funds, sham adoptions, and even murder accusations, the glittering exterior of their opulent lives conceals a labyrinth of secrets and betrayals.
once i was the great hope for a dynasty. crowds would hang on my words, and they trusted me. their faith was strong, but i pushed it too far. i held that grudge 'til it tore me apart.
Castles Crumbling is an upcoming Jcink semiprivate roleplay for roleplayers 18+, taking place in New York City and following fourteen families of the wealthy and elite. The site will be canon only with over 225 canons available, featuring a linear plot following the families from the canon list as they clamor for success within high society. The site is loosely inspired by Succession, Game of Thrones, olympian mythology, Big Little Lies, Billions, American Gods, House of Cards, and other sources of media following high society and court intrigue. We will be semiprivate with limited character counts per player, focusing on weaving intricate stories with one another in a safe and collaborative environment.
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REDWOOD WELCOMES YOU
The year is 2042, and the world has been overrun by zombies. Set in the fictitious town of Redwood, West Virginia, a group of survivors must unify to sustain their formed gated community, hoping to create a sliver of normalcy in a new world. Led by four council members, the residents of Redwood live one day at a time, working together towards one goal: Survive.
THEFINALHOURHQ // A new 21+ zombie RPG opening soon! 'Tis a character & plot-driven roleplay - drawing inspiration from TWD, TLOU, Resident Evil & World War Z. This is a mature roleplay; viewer discretion is advised.
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REDWOOD WELCOMES YOU
The year is 2042, and the world has been overrun by zombies. Set in the fictitious town of Redwood, West Virginia, a group of survivors must unify to sustain their formed gated community, hoping to create a sliver of normalcy in a new world. Led by four council members, the residents of Redwood live one day at a time, working together towards one goal: Survive.
REDWOODWV-HQ // A hybrid, 21+ (member)/30+ (muse) zombie RPG! 'Tis a character & plot-driven roleplay - drawing inspiration from TWD, TLOU, Resident Evil & World War Z. This is a mature roleplay; viewer discretion is advised.
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Cyrene Meadowforge (she/her). Trainer. D1. Twenty-Five. Ayaka Miyoshi.
Cyrene Meadowforge was not born; she was made.
A hand picked charity case straight out of an orphanage in District One, her name was changed to fit a theme, her purpose in life redirected with artful intent. It was not easy to make a spare seem like the opposite, like their own person, but Fleur and Myron Meadowforge masterfully handled the difficult task. Their first born daughter Cressida would do best with a friend her own age - or much better yet, a practical twin.
So, they were raised together, played together, ate together and caused mischief together. Cressida with that air of bright lightness around her, blonde locks, rosy cheeks and lips. Cyrene with jet black hair and something more quiet, held back painting her aura with something decidedly heavier. Whatever the Meadowforges had hoped for came true, more so than just that. As children, even as young teenagers, the two of them were inseparable, even as a third joined their sisterhood, welcomed with open arms.
The Academy, finally, was where their rather different personalities began to crystallise.
Cyrene was no fan of the theatrics, the showmanship that some of the trainers funnelled into their classes. Her own style of fighting was elegant, though still almost clinical in its execution. A punch, kick, stab and slice all dealt calculated damage. Guns were professional, knives were personal. Blunt objects were good in a surprise attack, and no one brought a spear to a gunfight. Every single weapon and movement had its purpose, its strengths and weaknesses. Cyrene cared not for who she impressed, but what the results of her movements and decisions were.
Cressida, however, excelled at showmanship. The 120th Hunger Games had her sister’s name written all over it. The sparkling diamond from District One who did not only take the Capitol in storm, but also the Arena. Cyrene watched the girl she’d grown up beside bring people to their knees with a mere look, others with sweetened words and yet another with empty promises. Theatrics suited her sister, though as Cyrene kept watching - and she watched every free second she got, intently and running on far too little hours of sleep - she noticed that Cressida’s image on screen wasn’t the one she was used to. There was something off, something almost a little fuzzy around the edges.
She watched Cressida rise from the Arena victorious, but simultaneously realised that she wasn’t going to get the sister back that she’d sent off.
Cyrene had never hated being right until the very moment that Cressida turned into Cress, the Capitol socialite and starlet leaving her behind in District One with their parents and younger sister.
They didn’t not see one another, though from her victory onwards, what had once been a deep connection felt more shallow, drained of the joint experiences that had saturated their bond before. Cress and Cyrene lived wholly separate, wholly different lives now.
The Games had taken something from her, warped it and given it back as an unreachable, cruelly tempting version. Her sister was right there, almost close enough to touch, but far away at the same time. Cyrene saw Cress on TV. Cress saw a camera lens.
It was on her now, to find her own identity, no longer attached to someone at the hip. A spare set free, she found the world to be a different place than she’d been raised to believe. The Games weren’t glorious, the Capitol shiny and gleaming at the surface, but after a closer look the diamonds were made of glass, the golden jewellery nothing but gilded metal.
There wasn’t much to be done with Cyrene’s dislike of the Games. That was, until The Vox gained steadily in popularity. At first there were only whispers, barely intelligible, drifting by on a breeze, but she managed to follow the crumbs of information until there was finally something tangible right in front of her. Fighting in Eleven, printed rebellious words on paper, executions in the Capitol. Cyrene could put her finger on something and follow the trail until she was finally at a place where felt like she belonged, making use of that Academy education for nothing other than the purpose of tearing it all down.
And then, come 134, Callisto volunteered. Cyrene’s heart beat all the way up in her throat as she watched her youngest sister go up to that stage proudly, walk towards the other part of their trio that had never come back the same again. Knowing that she couldn’t let yet another loved one go to the Capitol and watch them change from afar, Cyrene begged her parents to get her a job in the Capitol, pleading and promising that no one was better fit to train the tributes from One than herself, if her grades in the Academy were anything to go by.
Short discussions and long numbers on cheques later, Cyrene found herself on a train to the Capitol.
Because money could buy many things - all in exchange for a soul.
Three strengths and three weaknesses?
( + ) perceptive, methodical, loyal
( – ) closed off, cynical, critical
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🕺❄️ The most wonderful time of the year 🍾💃
It’s the end of the year, and the temptation to stay home under the blankets with a warm cuppa is ever so tempting.
Once again, our merchants and our elected officials have redoubled their efforts to cover the streets of London with enchantment and magic. Whatever district you are in, you will have the opportunity to stroll through our famous Christmas markets, or come across one of the many ice rinks installed by the city for the end of the year.
Now let's find the perfect way for you to leave 2022:
Kicking off at 7pm on New Year's Eve, and running all the way until 2am, Somerset House has partnered with Moët & Chandon to ring in 2023 with a bang. There’ll be fireworks, music from Ru Paul’s Drag Race UK’s Jonbers Blonde and Soho Radio, food from Chalet Suisse, fizz aplenty and beautiful views. What more could you want from an evening ?
If the buzz and agitation isn’t truly your thing or if you want a more classical approach to New Year’s Eve, come to the Opera House and enjoy Sir Peter Wright's sumptuous, classical version of 'The Nutcracker'. It's danced to Tchaikovsky's masterful score, and shines for its emphasis on the story's magic and for the beautiful, romantic backdrops that transport Clara to exotic lands.
Or, if you’re looking for a high end dining experience and a front row seat for the fireworks show, enjoy your evening at The Savoy : New Year’s Eve at The Savoy is really something magical. The Savoy has formed a double-act with Champagne Laurent-Perrier to put on a show, with a festive activation entitled, ‘It’s Showtime’ that will give guests a truly memorable experience. From festive cocktails to extravagant parties or a delicious afternoon tea, enjoy a sense of Winter Wonderland magic.
OOC INFORMATION & IC DRAMA 😈😈😈 below cut
To allow characters from all social backgrounds to run into one another, we’ve chosen 3 locations that are all within half a mile of one another. They are all located in the “red viewing area” displayed on the map (Click here). Feel free to find all sorts of excuses to mingle with the wrong crowd as we bid 2022 our goodbyes.
The event will be running from today until January the 8th (we’ll make a poll about it when the time comes) and will end with a splash. As Big Ben counts down to ten, Londoners see their dirty laundry aired to the public through social media. Whether those are simple rumors, absolute lies or secrets you would have loved to keep a secret? That’s entirely up to YOU. - We’ll also ask you to decide on a date that seems most easy for the secrets to be dropped on social medias :)
As of now, you can send your characters’ secrets to the main through the ask box. If you have several characters with one main blog, make sure to precise with which character each secret goes. The secret may be a rumor, a secret, or complete slander (for more IC fun, try not to reveal the truth about your secrets in the OOC chats 😉)
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❝I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S WORSE. HER SPLITS OR HER SPLIT ENDS. ❞
CHARACTER’S NAME: Chloe, UTP
AGE & PRONOUNS: 21, she/her
POSSIBLE FACECLAIMS: Anne Winters, Marlo Kelly, Herizen Guardiola, Grace Van Patten, Abigail Cowen
CHARACTER’S JOB: Student at East Mount Academy
HOMETOWN: UTP
THE CHEERLEADER
Mad-confident in their abilities, The Cheerleader rules the blue mats with jaw-dropping backflips, high jumps, and falls from the top of a 10-person pyramid. They work just as hard as the athletes on the field, if not harder, and spend equal time practicing, traveling, and competing. But for all the skill involved in cheerleading, the true Cheerleader doesn’t lose sight of the main purpose: rooting for their team. They are crowd-leaders and morale-boosters. They show up at every game to fly the colors, ruffle the pom-poms, jump, shout, and spur their team to victory.
ABOUT
The Cheerleader is a very conniving, ambitious young woman who strives to always be the winner and considers herself superior to everyone around her. When faced with people who challenged her winning mentality, she lashes out. As popular as she might be in her own social circle, that wasn’t always the case. Former co-captain The Loveable Alpha Bitch was the favorite, and The Cheerleader was her very jealous and spiteful co-captain. It’s safe to say she’s been plotting against The Loveable Alpha Bitch since day one. She can be fun and carefree though, when things are going her way. But when they’re not, her vicious and callous side comes out. Most people would describe her as a narcissistic bitch, which can only be driven by the number of views she gets on TikTok for shaking her ass in a short skirt.
CONNECTIONS
THE JESTER — The Cheerleader had their eyes on The Jester since Freshman Year. She was a cheerleader and he was a cute athlete with a devil-may-care smirk. But what made her even more interested in him was the fact that he was dating The Loveable Alpha Bitch, who was competing against her for the spot as cheer captain. Call it petty, but when she began losing popularity to the Loveable Alpha Bitch, she began moving in on her boyfriend The Jester to make up for it. If she wasn’t going to win on the mat maybe she could win on the mattress.
THE LOVEABLE APLHA BITCH — In the beginning, they were going to be friends. But their goals collided when they both wanted the same thing. Competitively, they both began competing with each other for the role of cheer captain, and although the other girls favored The Loveable Alpha Bitch, they were both made captain. But the other girls still followed The Loveable Alpha Bitch. Furious, The Cheerleader began plotting the Loveable Bitch’s downfall. So when rumor got out that she was hooking up with a teacher, the Cheerleader made the matter ten times worse by bullying The Loveable Alpha Bitch by nicknaming her the School Slut.
THE INVESTIGATOR — The Investigator and The Cheerleader are father and daughter. She gets her power-hungry nature from him. He’s a detective for the NYPD. And she doesn’t make life easy on him. She’s always one step away from getting into trouble with all her fighting, partying, and illicit TikTok content. She’s been skating on thin ice for years now and he’s close to shipping her off to a private boot camp where she’ll be molded into a law-abiding cadet.
THIS CHARACTER IS CURRENTLY TAKEN AND PLAYED BY MINT
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“Oh, Merlin, tell me, does THE ADVOCATE get what he deserves?” He was NEUTRAL & is sadly DECEASED.“
— he walked through the world as ;
name → Booker Bagnold
pronouns → he/him
identification → cis-male
year of birth → 1957-1958
face claim → jordan bolger
blood status → pure-blood
sexual orientation → heterosexual
occupation → representative for the department for the regulation and control of magical creatures
future information → n/a
deceased → 31st October 1982
— he was best described as ;
The EARTHY smell of heavy RAIN hitting dirt, mixed with SWEETNESS of freshly cut FLOWERS and the warm secent of PARCHEMENT. He is the ECLECTIC music playing from a RECORD as an echoing laugh brings joy to the room. He is the CARING & LOYAL shoulder to cry on, offering SUPPORT & ENCOURGEMENT. The OPTIMISM of those ready to break the mould, INSPIRING those around him to strive for GREATNESS.
— his story started with ;
Booker Bagnold was a truly remarkable individual, whose kind and loyal nature endeared him to all who had the pleasure of knowing him. His heart was so deep and giving that it was impossible for him to stop spreading inspiration wherever he went. The younger child of MILLICENT BAGNOLD [mother], the then-Senior Undersecretary to The Minister for Magic, and Rutherford Bagnold, a wizarding tech genius, Booker's childhood was one of pure bliss. Although his older brother, HARRISON BAGNOLD [sibling], was a bit of a brooder and didn't spend much time with him, Booker still held him in high regard. They lived in a modern home in Wimbledon, and Booker cherished his room – his safe space – which had a breathtaking view of the green belt that ran behind their house. He would spend hours gazing out the window, watching the animals frolic in the forest and occasionally catching sight of a magical creature. The Bagnold family had a penchant for travel, and they frequently embarked on adventures to international Quidditch games and Millicent's birthplace in Ireland.
During the summer holiday before Booker was set to embark on his first year at Hogwarts, he vividly recalled a conversation with Harrison. The latter was preparing for an event, and let out a heavy sigh before revealing that when he was Booker's age, their parents were hardly ever present in his life. Unlike Booker, he was compelled to attend numerous events and they never went on any trips together. However, Harrison pointed out that their parents had a complete change of heart after Booker's birth. Booker, being the compassionate person he was, tried to consolidate him, but despite his efforts Harrison vehemently disagreed, insisting that their parents simply loved Booker more. Unfortunately, this remark struck a chord with Booker, and he began to feel guilty for how his parents treated him. Booker began to blame himself for Harrison not having the same childhood experiences as him and became more in on himself in their presence, declining their offers to enjoy himself instead standing by his brother’s side dutifully in the hope to make it up to him.
Sorted into Hufflepuff, he was ushered to his dorm deep within the castle. It was there that he met his soon-to-be best friend, EDWARD TONKS [best friend], they connected instantly and their friendship stayed strong throughout Hogwarts and into adulthood. Being a loyal friend, along with his disliking of injustice, Booker often found himself standing up for Ted against bullies like RABASTAN LESTRANGE [adversary] and his group of friends, CAIUS BURKE [adversary], XERXES ZABINI [adversary], AURELIA ROOKWOOD [adversary] and KERVENS BORGIN [adversary]. His stance and advocacy lead to him making other friends along the way including ELIZABETH BRAITHWAITE [close friend], MARIANNE MACMILLAN [friend], LAURENCE ABBOTT [friend], and CELIA ABBOTT [friend/potential love interest]. But he found a real friend in LANA CROUCH [best friend] though his interests. He saw a lot of himself in Lana, she was a bright girl lost in a big family trying to find her way, which he noticed she did when she began taking an interest in magical creatures, much to Booker’s delight. When he wasn’t caring for magical creatures in the forest with Hagrid or reading up on them in the library with Lana, he was pouring himself over Celia, their relationship blossoming into something more than just a friendship.
Booker Bagnold's infatuation with Celia lingered beyond the walls of Hogwarts, and into their twenties. Meanwhile, Booker's passion for magical creatures had paid off, and he landed a position in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures alongside Lana, and it wasn’t long before Booker found himself in the being division which dealt with magical creatures that possessed human-like intellect, including werewolves, vampires, giants, and centaurs. However, Booker was quickly disillusioned by the rampant discrimination he encountered in the wizarding community towards these creatures. He was appalled by the way his colleagues, like WALDEN MCNAIR [adversary] treated injured werewolves and altered centaur testimonies to fit the wizarding community's expectations. These creatures were sentient beings who deserved to be treated with respect and dignity, and Booker reported these incidents to Aurors such as HESTIA JONES [acquaintance] and barristers like RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE [acquaintance]. Unfortunately, their responses were unsatisfactory, always too busy to listen to him and tied up in other projects. Soon Booker realised that he needed to take more drastic measures to aid magical beings in the wizarding community.
Fortunately, his mother had been appointed Minister for Magic at this time, and he arranged a meeting with her to voice his concerns and suggestions. While she was receptive, she requested that Booker gather the signatures required for the Wizengamot to consider a law that prohibited the discrimination of magical beings in the wizarding community. She warned him that not everyone would share his views, and he would need to gather a significant number of signatures. Booker began by approaching his colleagues, but while some refused to sign, such as Walden, while others signed without hesitation. He then turned to his friends, including Celia. To his surprise, Celia disagreed with his views, which caused their budding romance to falter. Despite this setback, Booker remained committed to his mission to make the wizarding community more inclusive, collecting as many signatures as he could. The night of the Halloween ball in 1982 is when Booker's tale came to its tragic end. Booker moved through the ballroom with vigour, trying to persuade as many guests as possible to sign his petition. The pure-bloods snarled at him, and those who were aware of his intentions avoided him. His brother, was particularly angry at Booker bringing his petition, snatching it from him and ripping it up in front of his very eyes.
Enraged, Booker fled the ballroom, smacking into Rabastan Lestrange upon his exit to the balcony by mistake. Always game for a fight, Rabastan quickly dug his teeth into Booker, mocking him and his cause and a wand battle broke out between the two. As Rabastan wiped blood from the corner of his mouth, Booker noticed something change in his face. Before Booker could even call for help, Rabastan cast a spell that tore a ferocious, werewolf-like gash through his chest. The world fell silent as he tumbled over the balcony railing, with the wind rushing past him and screams echoing through the air, narrowly missing MARLENE MCKINNON [potential love interest] who he had hoped to meet later that evening for a kiss and a dance in the darkness. After his untimely death, Rabastan framed SILAS CRUMP [acquaintance] for the murder. As the mystery surrounding Booker's death unfolded, his petition lay neglected on Harrison’s desk, pieced back together, gathering dust as the ink slowly faded from its pages. Would his legacy perish with him, or would someone pick up the mantle of his cause, fighting for the rights and equality of creatures in the wizarding world?
— he was a LEVEL 5 WIZARD & is now at peace ;
#lsrp#lsrpg#bio rp#bio rpg#literature rp#booker bagnold#fallen#m millicent bagnold#m harrison bagnold#m edward tonks#m rabastan lestrange#m caius burke#m xerxes zabini#m aurelia rookwood#m kervens borgin#m elizabeth braithwaite#m marianne macmillian#m cecelia abbott#m laurence abbott#m walden macnair#m rodolphus lestrange#m hestia jones#m marlene mckinnon#m silas crump
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LONDON FALLING a crime and political roleplay. (x)
LONDON FALLING is a new original crime and political roleplay inspired by mystery novels and noir films. You’ll also find references to classic British literature in some of the names we picked for our criminal gangs.
2003 - A treaty is signed between the elected leaders and the two major gangs of London. One group vows to be discreet, the other to leave them room to breath. One group gains the civilians’ approval while the other thrives in the shadows.
Just as good things must come to an end, no bad deed goes unpunished.
2022 - A journalist, a whistleblower, a detective, or even a concerned citizen could uncover it all.
As for the criminals, they start to feel cramped, confined to a realm of shadow and darkness when they’ve done nothing but thrive for all these years. Made stronger by the agreement, they no longer need it to survive.
The Times unveiled THE TRUTH regarding the 2003 treaty and now the structure of a whole city is threatened.
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WELCOME TO ALBION.
Nestled in the foothills of the Hatchett Mountains, a magical little town has thrived for generations, keeping the old ways of magic, fate, and balance alive. Throughout, many of her children have left, pursuing bright futures and bigger worlds. What happens when they are called to return?
❈ START HERE!
❈ RULES & EXPECTATIONS.
❈ PLOT.
❈ MAGIC IN ALBION.
❈ WANTED CHARACTERS.
❈ FACECLAIMS.
❈ FREQUENTLY ANSWERED QUESTIONS.
❈ APPLICATION.
The train arrives at St. Catherine's Depot each Saturday.
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Welcome to Spooky Little Town! Take a moment, click around. We’re accepting applications now!
Have questions? Be sure to check out the FAQ. If your question isn't in there, send us an ask! We aren’t turning anon messages on, but trust: we'll answer your ask without reblogging it.
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〔 ROBCO INDUSTRIES (TM) TERMLINK PROTOCOL 〕
› › › LOADING HOLOTAPE . . .
It’s 2287, and doomsday has long come and gone. What’s left are the radiation-laced ashes of what used to be the hopeful, technologically-thriving USA of 2077 — yet some 200 YEARS later and humanity still scavenges, suffers & fights merely for the right to survive. If braving the desolate wasteland of Massachusetts and its endless IRRADIATED HORRORS doesn’t kill you, trying to seek shelter in post-nuclear Boston will ensure humanity’s cruelest and most depraved raiders will.
☢ SO COME TAKE REFUGE IN GOODNEIGHBOR !
› › › CLOSED, LITERATE POST-APOCALYTPIC RP GROUP.
› › › BASED ON THE UNIVERSE & SETTING OF THE FALLOUT 4 VIDEO GAME.
› › › CLICK THE SOURCE LINK OR CHECK THIS BLOG TO BE REDIRECTED !
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NAME. Kirigan
AGE & BIRTH DATE. Unknown
GENDER & PRONOUNS. Male & He/Him
SPECIES. Demon (Abomination)
OCCUPATION. Unemployed
FACE CLAIM. DJ Cotrona
BIOGRAPHY
( tw torture, death ) The flaming tomb had been Kirigan’s prison for so long, he had forgotten what life had been before that. Sentenced to death for heresy and left in the sixth circle, he had been tortured by Astaroth for as long as he could remember. Disagreement had coursed through his veins and crept into his bones in a way he was sure only he knew how. There had been several others that had wanted to escape their tombs and he certainly would not have been the first. However, it had become his home. In the Inferno, time was nothing but an afterthought. What was time when you were burning? He had been content with waiting for his moment. It had only come by mistake though. A fool had loosened Astaroth’s grip on him. His tomb had been weakened and he had been freed from his tomb to Hell. Now all he would have to do was find a way out. Again, his only logic was patience. Bide his time.
All he had to do was search for the right moment to get a host. Joining the mortal world was not his first thought, but it was the one he stuck with. He had been content with staying in Hell for as long as he needed to. Escaping would be futile if he did not plan it properly. Salvation came when he had found a host. One that had been classified as a heretic just like him. It didn’t matter that this man had a family. It made no difference to Kirigan what the life was like before he inhabited it. What mattered was what he did with it when he took over. Those memories were another afterthought. However, time would be at the forefront now. This witch had made a mistake in trying to summon a familiar for themselves. Now all they had was their life taken while they sit on the backburner and wait for their body to wither away. He would keep this body for as long as he could though. After all, this was his first time leaving the Inferno. All he could do was play it by ear.
That had not been the point of his escaping though. There was work to be done. Demons were left to their own devices. Some not knowing the never-ending pain that Kirigan himself had grown to accept. They would learn though. He would lure them in with trust. Demons knew nothing of trust if they were not a familiar. And, even then, it was rare. However, Kirigan knew how to sway people. He was a talker. Talking his way out of things was one of the short list of things he had remembered from his one mortal life before the Inferno. If he could lure those demons in, then all would be done for him. Iron and holy water had been a constant in his arsenal and he was once again content in knowing that he was sending them back to the Inferno. They would know pain even if he had to do it himself. The heretics were nothing to him for he had known their place. He would simply send those to the Inferno that he deemed necessary to send there. It was his one goal.
Kirigan had found his purpose when a group of mortals known as the Eye had surfaced. They had seen what he was up to and had found him useful. Never had he thought that would be the case. A group hellbent on experimenting on supernatural beings had found a use for one. But he would keep eyes on the back of his head for them. They had promised him safety from returning to the pit, but everyone had an ulterior motive. If anyone knew that, it was certainly Kirigan. But he would do their bidding. Hunting demons was what he was already doing and he could simply send them off to the Eye for whatever experiments they wanted to do. That was none of his concern nor would it ever be. All he wanted was for them to know pain. They would know the pain that he had suffered in his flaming tomb. All it took was a deal with the devil.
PERSONALITY
+ assertive, patient, intelligent.
– competitive, blunt, selfish.
PLAYED BY Kenya. EST. She/Her.
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once, i had an empire in a golden age. i was held up so high, i used to be great. they used to cheer when they saw my face now, i fear i have fallen from grace.
In the opulent world of New York City's elite, where fortunes are built and dynasties are solidified over generations, the hidden struggles behind the façade of wealth and privilege are bursting at the seems. Fourteen prominent families hold the keys to the kingdom, each with their own unique and storied legacy of accumulating vast wealth and influence within different industries while simultaneously grappling with the shadows that lurk within their gilded lives. As the elder generations of these families age and relinquish control, the younger heirs step into positions of power, bringing with them a wave of new conflicts and alliances. Against a backdrop of family feuds, legal battles over trust funds, sham adoptions, and even murder accusations, the glittering exterior of their opulent lives conceals a labyrinth of secrets and betrayals.
once i was the great hope for a dynasty. crowds would hang on my words, and they trusted me. their faith was strong, but i pushed it too far. i held that grudge 'til it tore me apart.
Castles Crumbling is an upcoming Jcink semiprivate roleplay for roleplayers 18+, taking place in New York City and following fourteen families of the wealthy and elite. The site will be canon only with over 225 canons available, featuring a linear plot following the families from the canon list as they clamor for success within high society. The site is loosely inspired by Succession, Game of Thrones, olympian mythology, Big Little Lies, Billions, American Gods, House of Cards, and other sources of media following high society and court intrigue. We will be semiprivate with limited character counts per player, focusing on weaving intricate stories with one another in a safe and collaborative environment.
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hi! most wanted fcs right now? and any specific roles u'd like to be filled? <3
Hi there! Here at Redwood, our focus isn't so much on FCs but on the characters themselves. As for specific roles, I'd encourage you to check out our wanted connections. If none of those tickle your fancy, our members can comment on this post with any and all ideas they might have!
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REDWOOD WELCOMES YOU
The year is 2042, and the world has been overrun by zombies. Set in the fictitious town of Redwood, West Virginia, a group of survivors must unify to sustain their formed gated community, hoping to create a sliver of normalcy in a new world. Led by four council members, the residents of Redwood live one day at a time, working together towards one goal: Survive.
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Helios Serpentine (he/him). Tribute. District One. Twenty-four. Ryusei Yokohama.
( tw: mentions of death )
Helios’ mother would tell him for years to come, that the day of his birth had been a sunny one.
Golden rays and a warm breeze, Jade Serpentine lauded it the most beautiful day of the summer, if not of any summer she had ever witnessed. Not a cloud in sight, the sunlight filtering through the hospital windows unobstructedly. It had only made sense, to name her pride and joy after the sun.
Both father and mother doted on their son, Jade, in a more gentle manner than Carat, but it was to be expected of a family consisting almost entirely of government officials. He was enrolled in Academy classes as soon as he was old enough, being taught the usage of every possible weapon under the sun, but he was constantly reminded by his mother that kind words, charming words sometimes went further than exerting power. He was supported at every turn he took, but not every person in his family had that same privilege.
His father’s brother, Aeneas Serpentine had a son as well, conceived and born around the same time as Helios. Though, while Hades’ mother doted on her son just as much, his father was a different story entirely. Never satisfied with his only child, he prodded and pushed him, trying to shape him into the person he so desperately needed him to be. An heir, a worthy successor. Despite Hades’ obvious talent with the weapons and the sword in particular, he remained soft, too malleable for any shaping that his father did to stick. When Hades’ mother, Flora, died, the already strained relationship deteriorated even further.
Helios and Hades got along well, though Helios didn’t ever not feel sorry for the gentle boy, growing up in such a hostile environment.
They both trained in separate groups in the Academy, dwelled amongst different friend groups. It didn’t change the fact, however, that the Serpentine boys were exceptional fighters, Helios embracing it more so than Hades ever did.
So, it came as a surprise when Hades volunteered for the 124th Hunger Games. An accident, Helios would find out later. Hades had merely tried to talk a younger boy out of volunteering, and had let out a loud shout that was easily misunderstood. No one could back out of volunteering in whatever manner, and so into the Arena Hades went. Undoubtedly not ready for what was ahead of him. Everything went off without a hitch at first, as Hades took out tributes in the bloodbath and beyond. One the fourth day, however, disaster struck. He was locked into a room inside a giant maze together with Link Cache, instructed to solve a puzzle that would allow them to emerge from the room. In the end, only one of them would. Helios watched that tomb’s door close on his cousin, the entirety of his struggle broadcast for the nation to see. Cut off from gifts, oxygen was being steadily sucked out of the airtight room. It was hours before his cannon sounded.
The loss impacted Aeneas far more deeply than Helios would have thought. From the funeral onwards, he would only see his uncle on special occasions after the man had shuttered himself off in his manor, largely doing work from home.
Helios’ parents grieved for Hades as well, but that did not mean their own son was no longer meant to train for the opportunity to be able to volunteer himself. Just, prepared for what was to come.
All the efforts paid off in the end. At twenty-four, Helios was one of the best the Academy had to offer. Skilled, charming and slightly too cocky at times. His mother had tears in her eyes and a smile on her lips when Helios told her of the Academy’s decision to have him volunteer.
The very first consequence of his cockiness wouldn’t be revealed until the day of the event itself. After he already found himself on stage, another hand shot up to call out. How should he have known that constant teasing and daring would lead to Callisto Meadowforge volunteering?
There was an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach as he shook Calli’s hand on stage.
This wasn’t going to end well, no matter the outcome.
Hades had carried a necklace with his mother’s ring on it in the Arena. After his body had been brought back to one, Helios had begged his uncle for the piece of memorabilia.
Three strengths and three weaknesses
( + ) charming, resourceful, confident
( – ) easily frustrated, perfectionist, calculated
PENNED BY: Leo
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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Robbie Fletcher @robbiefletcher
Type of Connection: platonic (potentially romantic)
Specific Role of Connection: childhood friend
CONNECTION INFORMATION
Connection Name : UTP
Connection Age : 24 - 25
Suggested Faceclaims: Jordan Gonzalez, Charlie Rowe, Asa Butterfield, Keiynan Londsdale, UTP
Description: The two boys were in care together - UTP arrived at the group home when Robbie was twelve and already a veteran of the system, and against his better judgement, he took UTP under his wing. UTP was a uniquely shy and sweet-tempered boy, entirely different from the other kids Robbie called friends, and he spent a good deal of his energy sticking up for him and trying to look after him. He taught UTP a little about stealing for survival, but it was clear the other boy wasn't cut out for it - he was good. Too good, really. Robbie should've predicted that their friendship couldn't last.
Against all odds, UTP was adopted after two years, beating the 'expiration date' on care kids and whisked off for a better life with his new family. Robbie hasn't seen him since.
Should you be contacted before this connection is filled?
You don’t need to contact @robbiefletcher .
#bio rp#crime rp#oc rp#skeleton rp#lsrp#wc romantic#wc platonic#robbie fletcher#jordan gonzalez#charlie rowe#asa butterfield#keiynan lonsdale#wc taken
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