by Nevrmore on Sun Mar 29, 2009 10:05 pm
Setting
Ombreton was a dank, gloomy, but peaceful port town on the coasts of Massachussetts. Quiet and unassuming, its small population of 700 enjoy a mostly isolated life, a day-to-day life where everybody knows your name and face. The murky sea waters from the docks constantly pulls in a dark, grey fog that perpetually surrounds the town, clouding out the sun, making the sky above the port ostensibly night. Travelers to the town - rare though they may be, as there is very little of value in Ombreton, unless you're a fan of maiden ship voyages - note that the citizens seem slightly...off, with some seeming downright hostile. The secludedness of their location, the lack of available attractions or resources, and the scarce hospitality of the people have meant that Ombreton has remained relatively disconnected from the world, with no newcomers for a very long time.
Until now.
A coven of vampires (that is, you) have scouted Ombreton as the perfect place to move to and operate from. The sea-haze among the town almost completely blocks out the bastard sun, allowing you to move around freely in the day time. The location and isolation of the town means that if a few people go missing here or there, no one will hear of it for many, many miles. It seems like a Godsend. However, there may be a few unique obstacles to face for anyone who wish to dig their claws into this unassuming port town...
Information
Shadows Over Ombreton is a joint effort between me and my friend, Woland. Together, we'll play the roles of the townspeople, with a select few of them being important enough to give names to. You, the players, will be controlling the vampires who decide to make Ombreton their base of operation. It'll be up to you guys to form together and try to take over the town, and it'll be up to Woland and I to deliver bits and pieces of the town's inner workings.
If anyone is interested in playing, but doesn't necessarily want to be a vampire, PM me and we'll work out the details.
Right now, we are reviewing and accepting character sheets for the RP. We want about 12 vamps, but a little less or a little more is fine.
Here's the character sheet template:
Full Name:
Age:
Sex:
Height (in feet):
Weight (in pounds):
Blood Type:
Eye Color:
Hair Color:
Hair Style:
Complexion:
Physical Appearance:
Clothing:
Emotional Disposition:
Mental Acuity:
Pet Peeves:
Commemorative Quote:
Pain Threshold:
Outstanding Abilities:
Weaknesses:
Life Experience:
Biography:
Defining Moment:
Other:
Here's an example, using the character I'll probably be maining with, Sergeant Krupke
Full Name: Sergeant Clyde Alvin Krupke
Age: 53
Sex: Male
Height: 5'8
Weight: 234
Blood Type: A-
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Greying
Hair Style: Thinning, almost bald
Complexion: Pale
Physical Appearance: A slouching, fat, but nonetheless intimidating police sergeant. His officer's uniform seems to barely fit over his rotund figure, the buttons straining at the fabric, desperate to break free. His permanent scowl is framed by prominent jowls, and capped by tiny, inset brown eyes. His sausage-like fingers are always moving, ready to grab at his nightstick or M19 at a moment's notice. He always wears his peak-cap to hide his baldness
Clothing: A stretched-out, dark blue policeman's uniform, emblazoned with a shining gold star announcing him as the Sergeant. Underneath his uniform, clearly visible thanks to the stretced out buttons, he wears a grey undershirt. Underneath that, his white chest hairs peak out from the V-neck. Despite their strained attributes, he keeps his uniform in perfect condition, his shirt and pants spot free, his badge shining gold, his shoes japanned until you can see your reflection in them.
Emotional Disposition: Paranoid and bitter, especially towards newcomers. He doesn't respect anyone and rules primarily through fear.
Mental Acuity: Despite all outward appearances of an oaf, Krupke is actually quite sharp. He's one to be on your toes around.
Pet Peeves: Tourists, getting his clothes dirty, working, and Kevin Bacon
Commemorative Quote: "Rot! You can all rot!"
Pain Threshold: Relatively high, considering his age. As an officer, he has learned to take quite a beating before giving up.
Outstanding Abilities: The ability to see the worst side of everyone, to always link anybody to any sort of problem, and to eat a hoagie in under three bites.
Weaknesses: His extraordinary paranoia
Life Experience: Even in the small, secluded town of Ombreton, Sergeant Krupke's seen it all. He's had enough experience to become disillusioned to almost anything. Almost.
Biography: Born and raised as a citizen of Ombreton, Krupke was inundated at a young age with the town's wariness of travelers and outside influence. Due to his considerable size, even as a child, he took on the role of a bully at school, learning to revel in the feeling of power. It was only logical that, when it came time to choose a career, he would choose one that gave him an inordinate amount of domination over everyone else. His brutal but efficient methods quickly gave him rise through the ranks, until he reached the coveted role of Sergeant. He uses his power and infamy to keep the town under lock and key, and quickly drives any tourists or newcomers away with his overbearing nature.
Defining Moment: The first time he ever killed a man - a criminal fleeing from the scene of a robbery, the store in question being Krupke's favorite sandwich shoppe. Filled with righteous rage, the 200+ pound officer caught up with the criminal and tackled him to the sidewalk, mercilessly beating him to death. He would have been disbarred if it had not been for the fact that the perp also happened to be a dangerous mass murderer who had fled from the nearby town of Hermon to seek refuge. Krupke was awarded several honors for capturing the criminal, and his place in the legal ranks of Ombreton and, indeed, all of Massachussetts, had been solidified.
Other: Krupke names every pet he ever owns, no matter what its species, "Lullabelle." Nobody is sure why.
And when you lose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around
So have a good drown as you go down, all alone,
Dragged down by the stone.