forum Mortem (A dark fantasy rp group) Open // We need more people!)

Started June 18, 2021 by @Zoe-the-GM

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"Warning, things will most likely get horrific, extremely violent, and disturbing. Yes, your OC has a chance of dying, and if that is to happen to your character you may add in a new one. There will be some mature content within characters relationships, fowl language, and dark backstories."

Plot:

Mortem is a world filled with monsters and dark magic. There are no stars, just a large moon, and you will never see the sun, hence it doesn't exist. Humans always have been at the bottom of the food chain, and almost went extinct, but most are too determined to live. Many of these men had the desire to rise above, and slay all of the monsters, or at least defend their homeland. These brave heroes who volunteered, or who were forced to risk their lives to fight off these evil beasts were granted the title "Monhu" (monster hunters.)
Monhu and ordinary people continue to live their life, or be eaten by a glutton, sliced open by a zombie dinosaur, or die by some random earthquake. What are the odds of getting the chance to survive 100 years? Magic keeps getting darker as time moves forward, not only monsters are evil, but humanity can be worse.

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Rules:

1. Magic is only found within Items, monsters, and the enviroment. (Meaning, no powers)

2. ONLY the situation in the story, and I get to decide if your character lives or dies, I am God.

3. There is no technology! But you may come up with whatever mechanical items you want (such as guns, machinery, transportation, etc.)

4. You may create and add in unique monsters to the story, I always love an open mind.

5. It is not my job to create EVERYTHING, you must help out with scenery and storyline.

6. If you are unsure about something, please ask before doing.

7. Your OC does not have to look like a human, you can look like a squirrel for all I care. (But you are a human.)

8. Let us know before you leave (optional, add an approximate time on when you'll be back, in hours/minutes.)

9. Realistic Romance is allowed. Please avoid fast, cheesy, and perfect, unrealistic relationships.

10. Treat everyone with respect, and don't talk about drama and your personal life, we are here to escape reality.

OC form:

[Name, Age, Role](link

Characters:

Mevia, 19, The Ghost Demolisher
Galen, 22, The Medic

Arete, 22, The Artisan

I said 22, but she'd be closer to 80 if what I asked earlier applies at all.
Also, I went all out in terms of imagination here, so let me know if anything is too much and I'll gladly change her description!

You are a Monhu or someone who aids monster hunters. You have your past, buried within your soul, most of us have deep scars. You live in or traveled, (by yourself or with a companion/friend/etc.) to a place called "Fallen Rest." It's a small city with fort like buildings made out of bricks and minerals such as, obsidian and sapphire ice (a magical mineral with an ice element to it.) There are barely any plants, maybe just a few trees, there is a tall and very detailed tower in the distance ahead of you that will lead to the "Sleepy Ruins." About a fortnight ago, you received a letter from an unknown person asking you clear out the sleepy ruins, and that you will be rewarded handsomely. You feel cold and empty, knowing that this is the sad life that you are living, could it ever get any better? Soon, you enter the dark, and gloomy town square of Fallen rest… This is where your story begins.

Placing one foot in front of the other, Mevia calmly entered Fallen Rest. The first thing she saw was the tower that lead to the ruins. She has never traveled this far, so she is unfamiliar with the area. 'I have a feeling that Kyle passed through here before, he loves this terrible fucking weather…' she thought to herself. It's obvious that she's freezing, even though Mevia is wearing a coat made out of a one-eyed yeti hide! Not being able to stop shivering, she waddled into the town square. Starving and cold, she wanted to find a place to rest before traveling another good six miles through ice and deep snow, then having to clear out an entire place on her own.

"This man has caused too much trouble in this city!" A loud deep voice shouted.
"He stole my fire charm!" And woman screeched.
"Just kill him already!" Another man spoke.

Mevia looked toward the center of the square, to see a hoard of people crowded in front of well built gallows, and a man getting ready to be hanged for his crimes… A pretty honorable death, compared to your head being chopped off, stabbed in the throat, or to be giving to a hungry Kerberos (a three headed dog.) The people continue to scream and shout at the man, while the criminal just stood there filled with shame. 'Welp, I walked into the city at the perfect time.' She thought sarcastically. Mevia thought it would be awkward to walk away from the crowd to get something warm to eat, so she joined them instead. She up looked at the man and observed him from the distance, he wears a large coat and has dark hair. Soon, he made eye contact with her, looking at her with his dark brown eyes. He tried to say something without speaking, but Mevia couldn't read his lips, and just when he was about to grab her attention again, it was too late. His eyes went wide when the lever was pulled, his feet were lifed off the corrupted pine planks, he shook and struggled with the rope so tight around his neck, shaking and suffering. It only took about fifteen seconds until he hung there limp. The crowd started cheering, while the executioner stood there looking at the crowd that dispersed over time.

Mevia turned around to see a woman; tears pouring out of her eyes like rain, rapidly crashed against the cold surface. A few moments later, an older woman who had a similar resemblance to the criminal, slowly joined this girl before she fell to the ground, and gave her a hug. They trembled and sobbed into each other's arms.
There are always multiple sides to a story, this man could've been a criminal to some, possibly a hero to others, but also a loved one by many.
Looking back at the gallows, shifting her weight to her right foot, Mevia stood there for a bit trying to think about what the man was trying to tell her.

Galen, 22, The Medic