This is a horror RP somewhat inspired by Salem's Lot.
Story:
It's a nondescript town. Daveston, Texas, to be precise, right in the middle of nowhere. No one would think anything of any importance could possibly happen in such a tiny, isolated place.
That is, until something happened to the town. An awefully odd guy came up in a 1980 station wagon not but three weeks ago. He was seven feet tall, hairy as hell, and his eyes didn't look right. Like something else was in there. He got a job at the gas station cleaning floors. He was honest enough- never stole a thing.
About three weeks later, people started murmuring. A couple of boys- both of them not even twelve- suddenly vanished, and hadn't showed up the next day. Their parents started worrying.
One turned up in the forest, ripped to pieces. No one knew quite how.
The other had totally dissapeared.
Talk in the town was speaking of a pre-vert. Finally someone called in the FBI. They said the rip marks matched those of a dog or wolf- a damn big one, too. They had a big investigation on the boy, but one by one, they dissapeared, too.
Then more people. The next ones to go were the church-goers- specifically the Catholics. One girl, new to the church, went to Mass to find it totally empty that Sunday.
And now, it is not the sound of tires on gravel that is heard, on occasion, in the town of Daveston, Texas.
But the howling of wolves.
You, and a few others, are inquiring onto the dissapearences. There are a few populated areas of town- and while they haven't locked down just yet, people are nervous. Phones went down the other night. Your only job is to survive, via escape or attrition. The time is 6:00 AM. Use the daylight while you can.
Rules and guidelines.
1. No Godmodding.
2. No sex. Suggestive scenes/remarks are okay.
3. No Bunny Jacking (stealing other people's characters)
4. This is based in something close to the real world- the only race other than human is werewolf. If you want to be one, PM me about it. (First one gets the prize.)
Don't tell anybody. We like to keep surprises, yes?
5. As a guideline, this is a horror/mystery based rp. Use your imagination
and logic. And remember, gory deaths are only used as a last resort. It's harder to get a lower form of horror than gross-out.
6. Stephen King fanboys/girls are especially welcome. =D
7. The presence of anyone who would have a powerful enough knowledge of werewolves to spot them when they're human is
gone. Your character cannot come into town, Blade-style, with eighty different werewolf fighting weapons. You are a normal person and are expected to act as such. Doesn't mean you can't have background with the church, police, or army, or something like that, but stay realistic. This is not
Underworld.
In fact...
Take this test.
Don't bother about the last bit on vehicles- it's much to stringent. If you want one, you have one free of charge.
-As for the weapons bit, If you pick one up later (assuming you don't find it, ever so mysteriously, in the middle of the road) I'll let that go free of charge as well.
If you score above a 20, your character is likely too powerful. I ran my own character through it and got a 16. I may make exceptions on characters with a 21-25 score. Whoever the mysterious werewolf character is (if anyone) will be able to go up to
39 because of the added 19 points required to be a werewolf.
Remember- there's only going to be one werewolf, chosen by whoever PMs me first. No exceptions.
To anyone who's taken the GOD test before, this seems like an awfully small score, but remember, because of the nature of this rp, you're going to ignore alot of these questions.
Character Sheet (And my character entry):
Name: Dalivan Hase
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Occuption: Playwright
Description: He wears a nice-looking blue polo shirt, and slings his laptop computer around his back. He has an educated air about him. Though he speaks normally, eloquence surrounds him.
Items: Laptop with network card for internet access, if usable.
Bio: Since he was twelve, creative writing has always been Dalivan's passion. Nothing would ever tear him from it. His parents, one a lawyer and the other a journalist, tried to get his attentions focused on more "productive" things- only to fail. Dalivan's creative spirit would not be destroyed.
But it got him into trouble. He didn't have much of a job to go on to pay for college, so he did without it. He's somewhat of a bum, which is surprising considering his intelligence.
Maybe he never really learned to apply it. And now he even begins to wonder about it. He could chase his dreams all he wanted, but would they lead him anywhere?
He pondered this as he somewhat wandered into the small town of Daveston, looking for a home, finally exhausting all other ports of entry.
He found a tiny place and settled in. Not a day before the massive, hairy, odd-eyed stranger came in the rickety old car and got a job at the gas station.
(Stuff in dark red has been recently edited. ~(\/)(~)