Introduction
"Don't forget... some things mustn't be forgotten. The shadow hunting me... I must hurry. My name is Daniel, I live in London at... at... Mayfair... What have I done? This is crazy. Don't forget, don't forget. I must stop him. Focus! My name is... is...I am Daniel.
"
(Quoted From The Amnesia Wikia. C:)
When the game starts, Daniel is fumbling with his memories, and wandering blindly through the castle. He eventually collapses onto a rug, and is only able to remember two things; his name and where he lives (Mayfair.) Shivering and confused, Daniel searches through the rooms and picks up a lantern, which he begins to carry with him. As it becomes more apparent that he is not alone in Brennenburg, Daniel finds a note written by himself on a desk that was prepared for him to find.
------
This RP will be 2 things.
1.) A direct RP of the actual story, which i have not played but watched the entire thing over and over, equipped with a few interesting things. Their will be OCs, who, like Agrippa, will be alive; and possibly stuck like him. Their will be romance, and after we are done I will possibly re-recruit and Do some Custom Stories.
2.) A horror survival! Like the game, Daniel will not be able to kill the Grunts and Brutes.
New Things;
-More monsters, You may design them.
-OCs, and other living people scattered around Brennenburg.
-Area's in the game that where unreachable, are now reachable.
-Daniel will comment and talk more.
-Daniel's sadistic personality, may surface.
-A secret boss after Alexander.
Rules;
DO not join, If you are just going to drop out.
There will be NO reservations, OR First come first served; Only the Best Profile.
Don't you Blind Me!
No Godmodding/Powerplay.
Romance is encouraged.
If you will be gone for a while, then tell me.
Monsters may be played, Just Convince me ;P
Roles;
Daniel - Taken By Rainbow Ripples.
Alexander - Taken by ChaosBlade
Oc 1 - Taken by VitaminHeart
OC 2 - Taken by Inukyo411
Oc 3 - Open
Secret Boss - Taken by CreeperKittenXX
(more spots may appear, Only if you propose a good character Idea to me, and convince me.)
Character Skelly:
- Code: Select all
[left][color=#7AC5CD][size=200]FULL NAME HERE[/color][/size]
[img]IMAGE URL HERE anime only.[/img][/left]
[color=#7AC5CD][b]Birthday[/b][/color]
[size=90]MM/DD/YY[/size]
[color=#7AC5CD][b]Gender[/b][/color]
[size=90]Male or Female[/size]
[color=#7AC5CD][b]Age[/b][/color]
[size=90]14, 15, or 16[/size]
[color=#7AC5CD][b]Personality[/b][/color]
[size=90]At least 5 sent.[/size]
[color=#7AC5CD][b]Mental State[/b][/color]
[size=90]explain if they are perfectly sane, or so cracked they will never fit.[/size]
[color=#7AC5CD][b]Brief Description[/b][/color]
[size=90]Anything that cannot be seen in the picture.[/size]
[color=#7AC5CD][b]Likes[/b][/color]
[size=90] At least five.[/size]
[color=#7AC5CD][b]Dislikes[/b][/color]
[size=90]At least five.[/size]
[color=#7AC5CD][b]Role[/b][/color]
[size=90]self explanatory[/size]
[color=#7AC5CD][b]Talents[/b][/color]
[size=90]self explanatory; only 2[/size]
[color=#7AC5CD][b]Hex Code[/b][/color]
[size=90]Pick one for posting.[/size]
[color=#7AC5CD][b]Other[/b][/color]
[size=90]Anything else?[/size]
- 7 posts here • Page 1 of 1
The Story So Far... Write a Post » as written by 5 authors
Setting
0.00 INK
Daniel Of Mayfair
His eyes opened. Everything was blurry, and he had no idea where he was. He slowly raised a hand to his head, patted his forehead. There was a small voice in his head, which he believed to be his own.
"Don't forget... some things mustn't be forgotten.
The shadow hunting me... I must hurry.
He lifted his head up, fumbling with his memories. His arms and legs felt numb, as if he had been laying there for days. Perhaps it had been; it was unknown even him. His mind was still focusing to what he was seeing. His lips pursed. "My name is Daniel, I live in London at... at..." His place of residence had slipped his mind but came back. "Mayfair..." Daniel shook his head, relieving his mind of any unsure thoughts, and fuzziness. He arched his back, until he was pulled into a slumped sitting position. He looked down.
"What have I done?" His hands were covered in some dried blood, it seemed fresh; but not too fresh. He began spitting on his hands, trying to rid himself of blood. "This is crazy." Daniel could feel more things rushing to his head as he stood. His mind was warped with the few things he could remember.
Don't forget, don't forget.
I must stop him. Focus!
My name is... is...I am Daniel.
"D-Daniel" He mumbled, getting weak to the knees. He collapsed back onto the very rug he woke up on. He could feel his mind, slowly going away, until he could no longer see, and was forced back into slumber.
His eyes opened. Everything was blurry, and he had no idea where he was. He slowly raised a hand to his head, patted his forehead. There was a small voice in his head, which he believed to be his own.
"Don't forget... some things mustn't be forgotten.
The shadow hunting me... I must hurry.
He lifted his head up, fumbling with his memories. His arms and legs felt numb, as if he had been laying there for days. Perhaps it had been; it was unknown even him. His mind was still focusing to what he was seeing. His lips pursed. "My name is Daniel, I live in London at... at..." His place of residence had slipped his mind but came back. "Mayfair..." Daniel shook his head, relieving his mind of any unsure thoughts, and fuzziness. He arched his back, until he was pulled into a slumped sitting position. He looked down.
"What have I done?" His hands were covered in some dried blood, it seemed fresh; but not too fresh. He began spitting on his hands, trying to rid himself of blood. "This is crazy." Daniel could feel more things rushing to his head as he stood. His mind was warped with the few things he could remember.
Don't forget, don't forget.
I must stop him. Focus!
My name is... is...I am Daniel.
"D-Daniel" He mumbled, getting weak to the knees. He collapsed back onto the very rug he woke up on. He could feel his mind, slowly going away, until he could no longer see, and was forced back into slumber.
Setting
0.00 INK
Alexander Of Brennenburg
The stars, the moon, the endless void of space, these were the things Alexander looked upon as he sat in his office for one last time before he would head to the Inner Sanctum to begin the ritual. He would miss this castle, he had lived within it for centuries, enough time to become very attached, but alas, if he wished to be home again with his love he would require to leave it all behind, sad really.
His thoughts turned to his friend Daniel who had became unfortunately aware of the true nature of the dungeons inhabitants, he would have liked to leave Daniel unknowing, alas once more, this could not be so.
He finished and stood from his chair, grabbing the vials of vitae and subconciously left the tinderboxes, a small present in hopes of giving Daniel some short term happpiness perhaps, guilt mabye, or maybe he just forget they were there, who knows really. No matter the reason however Alexander knew that once he left the Shadow would devour Daniel, and so vowed that upon his return home, he would craft Daniels tale and tell to many, so that his sacrifice, albeit without consent, would be remembered.
The stars, the moon, the endless void of space, these were the things Alexander looked upon as he sat in his office for one last time before he would head to the Inner Sanctum to begin the ritual. He would miss this castle, he had lived within it for centuries, enough time to become very attached, but alas, if he wished to be home again with his love he would require to leave it all behind, sad really.
His thoughts turned to his friend Daniel who had became unfortunately aware of the true nature of the dungeons inhabitants, he would have liked to leave Daniel unknowing, alas once more, this could not be so.
He finished and stood from his chair, grabbing the vials of vitae and subconciously left the tinderboxes, a small present in hopes of giving Daniel some short term happpiness perhaps, guilt mabye, or maybe he just forget they were there, who knows really. No matter the reason however Alexander knew that once he left the Shadow would devour Daniel, and so vowed that upon his return home, he would craft Daniels tale and tell to many, so that his sacrifice, albeit without consent, would be remembered.
Setting
0.00 INK
Margaret Mae Evens
The smallest of whimpers made her jump ever so slightly. She tore her eyes away from the crack in the ceiling of the Archives glancing around the dresser she had wedged herself behind only to have it dawn on her; the whimper had been her own. She let out an involuntary hiss as her body ached in protest. How long had she been in that spot completely still was unknown to her, but that ach in her limbs made her regret letting the sunlight tempted her to it.
She let her eyes wander back to the ceiling, to the light pouring in from the outside...outside where it was day. It was never day inside this place, or at least it never felt like it. All it ever felt like in this accursed place was night, a never endless night void of stars and a moon, a prison of black nothingness.
It seemed sick and wrong that light could enter such a place.
I was sick and wrong that light could enter this place.
Nobody inside deserved the light that was more the generously supplied by the sun, not even her. With a shaky sigh and a shudder of her limbs she settled back down into light; selfishly soaking it up.
The smallest of whimpers made her jump ever so slightly. She tore her eyes away from the crack in the ceiling of the Archives glancing around the dresser she had wedged herself behind only to have it dawn on her; the whimper had been her own. She let out an involuntary hiss as her body ached in protest. How long had she been in that spot completely still was unknown to her, but that ach in her limbs made her regret letting the sunlight tempted her to it.
She let her eyes wander back to the ceiling, to the light pouring in from the outside...outside where it was day. It was never day inside this place, or at least it never felt like it. All it ever felt like in this accursed place was night, a never endless night void of stars and a moon, a prison of black nothingness.
It seemed sick and wrong that light could enter such a place.
I was sick and wrong that light could enter this place.
Nobody inside deserved the light that was more the generously supplied by the sun, not even her. With a shaky sigh and a shudder of her limbs she settled back down into light; selfishly soaking it up.
Setting
0.00 INK
Daniel Of Mayfair
"Unnhh.." Daniel let out a small grunt, and opened his eyes. It was dark all he could see was the lightning strike of a thunderstorm outside. Small red rose petals fluttered lightly about in front of him. "Where... am I?" He muttered to himself, reaching a hand to his head. Blood trickled from his forehead; more than likely because of the fall.
Rain silently dripped from the ceiling, marking this hall as Rainy Hall. Daniel let out a sigh as he arched his back and stood up. Scanning the room he noticed a small trail of pink liquid. It looked like it hadn't been there for long; and he though maybe he should follow it.
Daniel pulled out his journal, and wrote "Follow the mysterious liquid trail."
And so he did, he walked through a door, placed behind him, and saw a small cylinder. Daniel reached over and picked it up, it was labelled Tinderbox. Although Daniel had no knowledge of what it was, or did, he decided he may need it later. He continued following a long trail, winding around a corner until he heard a loud screech.
This caused him to lose some sanity, and he cowered for a second then pressed on. After walking for a while, and picking up a few Tinderboxes on the way, Daniel came to a rather large Black and red door. "Old Archives." He muttered, pushing the door wide open. As he entered a new area, a door swung open and darkness got worse. Daniel was starting to lose it, his teeth began to chatter.
He recovered 2 Tinderboxes in the open door, and continued onward into a room with a large table and chest. Inside the chest he found some Tinderbox and Oil. "what is this-" He turned, and saw the lantern laying on the stone floor and reached for it. "-for.." Although the lantern was full, he stuffed the Oil in his bag.
"Unnhh.." Daniel let out a small grunt, and opened his eyes. It was dark all he could see was the lightning strike of a thunderstorm outside. Small red rose petals fluttered lightly about in front of him. "Where... am I?" He muttered to himself, reaching a hand to his head. Blood trickled from his forehead; more than likely because of the fall.
Rain silently dripped from the ceiling, marking this hall as Rainy Hall. Daniel let out a sigh as he arched his back and stood up. Scanning the room he noticed a small trail of pink liquid. It looked like it hadn't been there for long; and he though maybe he should follow it.
Daniel pulled out his journal, and wrote "Follow the mysterious liquid trail."
And so he did, he walked through a door, placed behind him, and saw a small cylinder. Daniel reached over and picked it up, it was labelled Tinderbox. Although Daniel had no knowledge of what it was, or did, he decided he may need it later. He continued following a long trail, winding around a corner until he heard a loud screech.
This caused him to lose some sanity, and he cowered for a second then pressed on. After walking for a while, and picking up a few Tinderboxes on the way, Daniel came to a rather large Black and red door. "Old Archives." He muttered, pushing the door wide open. As he entered a new area, a door swung open and darkness got worse. Daniel was starting to lose it, his teeth began to chatter.
He recovered 2 Tinderboxes in the open door, and continued onward into a room with a large table and chest. Inside the chest he found some Tinderbox and Oil. "what is this-" He turned, and saw the lantern laying on the stone floor and reached for it. "-for.." Although the lantern was full, he stuffed the Oil in his bag.
Setting
0.00 INK
Margaret Mae Evens
She stretched out her legs and poked her head out again, just to stare at a few papers laying on the table across from her in the middle of the room. It was pages from a journal of some sort. She burst into a giggle,
“Dear diary, today I was hung by my toes and beat repeatedly with a whip. I can’t move all that much so writing this is slowly killing me, the end.”
She suddenly stopped giggling and wiggled out of her hiding spot strolling out to the note glancing down at it. She was about to read it when she froze bursting into another small giggle, it was not quite as loud and more uneasy then the first.
“No, no. Margaret, you silly thing you, There’s no need to invade peoples personal thoughts. Oh but Margaret, look. It’s lying out. Like that poor man’s note to himself. Yes, yes. Poor Daniel, kill Alexander. Murder him, such an angry man.”
She glanced down again; she had seemed this hand writing, Daniel the angry mans. It was dated 16th of May 1839.
She stretched out her legs and poked her head out again, just to stare at a few papers laying on the table across from her in the middle of the room. It was pages from a journal of some sort. She burst into a giggle,
“Dear diary, today I was hung by my toes and beat repeatedly with a whip. I can’t move all that much so writing this is slowly killing me, the end.”
She suddenly stopped giggling and wiggled out of her hiding spot strolling out to the note glancing down at it. She was about to read it when she froze bursting into another small giggle, it was not quite as loud and more uneasy then the first.
“No, no. Margaret, you silly thing you, There’s no need to invade peoples personal thoughts. Oh but Margaret, look. It’s lying out. Like that poor man’s note to himself. Yes, yes. Poor Daniel, kill Alexander. Murder him, such an angry man.”
She glanced down again; she had seemed this hand writing, Daniel the angry mans. It was dated 16th of May 1839.
Setting
0.00 INK
Elaine
Elaine was laying on the hard, cold floor. She stared up at the ceiling and listened to the voices in her head drone on about things that she couldn't even imagine. The voices were all talking at once, making what seemed to be a monotonous buzzing sound in the back of her mind. There was, however, a voice that seemed to talk over the rest for her to hear. It was as if they were taking turns.
Dearest, you should get up. There is a very important meeting that you have to go to today!She grimaced.
"I am sure that there is no meeting, as there have never been meetings before." She said aloud. Speaking was the only way to think, as if she thought, her thoughts would only blend in with the monotonous voices in the background.
Elaine was laying on the hard, cold floor. She stared up at the ceiling and listened to the voices in her head drone on about things that she couldn't even imagine. The voices were all talking at once, making what seemed to be a monotonous buzzing sound in the back of her mind. There was, however, a voice that seemed to talk over the rest for her to hear. It was as if they were taking turns.
Dearest, you should get up. There is a very important meeting that you have to go to today!She grimaced.
"I am sure that there is no meeting, as there have never been meetings before." She said aloud. Speaking was the only way to think, as if she thought, her thoughts would only blend in with the monotonous voices in the background.
Setting
0.00 INK
Remora Doran
The gap left in the back of the cell had been easy enough to fit through, and had led to a small, narrow staircase that had sat forgotten within the walls of the castle for who knew how long. Indeed it seemed it was destined to remain so, as not long after the sticky, bloodied feet of Miss Doran had stepped through the passage door onto the carpet of the upper rooms, another of the ominous groans had shaken the castle, and caused a great pile of debris to collapse back down to cover the entrance. A unfortunate turn of fate...but a more appealing one than getting caught underneath it.
The dishevelled young woman, tugging at the remnants of her dress, entirely oblivious to her broken fingers, peered around the old archives with a cheerful curiosity, realizing this was certainly a place she hadn't seen before. The eerie backdrop, with the drafts issuing down the hallways and the spare light giving way to dense patches of shadow, still seemed positiively endearing compared to where she had originally come from.
With her much-loved skull tucked under one arm, the former prisoner began to explore.
The gap left in the back of the cell had been easy enough to fit through, and had led to a small, narrow staircase that had sat forgotten within the walls of the castle for who knew how long. Indeed it seemed it was destined to remain so, as not long after the sticky, bloodied feet of Miss Doran had stepped through the passage door onto the carpet of the upper rooms, another of the ominous groans had shaken the castle, and caused a great pile of debris to collapse back down to cover the entrance. A unfortunate turn of fate...but a more appealing one than getting caught underneath it.
The dishevelled young woman, tugging at the remnants of her dress, entirely oblivious to her broken fingers, peered around the old archives with a cheerful curiosity, realizing this was certainly a place she hadn't seen before. The eerie backdrop, with the drafts issuing down the hallways and the spare light giving way to dense patches of shadow, still seemed positiively endearing compared to where she had originally come from.
With her much-loved skull tucked under one arm, the former prisoner began to explore.
- 7 posts here • Page 1 of 1
View All »Arcs
Arcs are bundles of posts that you can organize on your own. They're useful for telling a story that might span long periods of time or space.
There are no arcs in this roleplay.
View All » Create New » Quests
There are no quests in this roleplay.
Add Group » View All » 0 Factions to align with
Here's the current leaderboard.
There are no groups in this roleplay!
Game Master Controls
Welcome home, Promethean. Here, you can manage your universe.
Arcs
Arcs are bundles of posts from any location, allowing you to easily capture sub-plots which might be spread out across multiple locations.
Add Quest » Quests
You can create Quests with various rewards, encouraging your players to engage with specific plot lines.
Add Setting » 1 Settings for your players to play in
Settings are the backdrop for the characters in your universe, giving meaning and context to their existence. By creating a number of well-written locations, you can organize your universe into areas and regions.
Navigation
While not required, locations can be organized onto a map. More information soon!
Add Group » 0 Factions to align with
There are no groups in this roleplay!
Collectibles
By creating Collectibles, you can reward your players with unique items that accentuate their character sheets.
Once an Item has been created, it can be spawned in the IC using /spawn Item Name (case-sensitive, as usual) — this can be followed with /take Item Name to retrieve the item into the current character's inventory.
Mobs
Give your Universe life by adding a Mob, which are auto-replenishing NPCs your players can interact with. Useful for some quick hack-and-slash fun!
Mobs can be automated spawns, like rats and bats, or full-on NPCs complete with conversation menus. Use them to enhance your player experience!
Current Mobs
No mobs have been created yet.
Spawns
Locations where Mobs and Items might appear.
Events
You can schedule events for your players to create notifications and schedule times for everyone to plan around.
The Forge
Use your INK to craft new artifacts in Amnesia: The Dark Descent. Once created, Items cannot be changed, but they can be bought and sold in the marketplace.
Notable Items
No items have been created yet!
The Market
Buy, sell, and even craft your own items in this universe.
Market DataMarket conditions are Quick Buy (Items Most Recently Listed for Sale) |
Open Stores
View All » Add Character » 6 Characters to follow in this universe
Newest
Margaret Mae Evens
"We're all going to die here...Isn't it Fantastic?"
Remora Doran
"Another guest? Oh, how wonderful!"
Alexander of Brennenburg
Ruler of the castle
Daniel
Sanity: ...
Trending
Daniel
Sanity: ...
Alexander of Brennenburg
Ruler of the castle
Margaret Mae Evens
"We're all going to die here...Isn't it Fantastic?"
Remora Doran
"Another guest? Oh, how wonderful!"
Most Followed
Alexander of Brennenburg
Ruler of the castle
Margaret Mae Evens
"We're all going to die here...Isn't it Fantastic?"
Daniel
Sanity: ...
Remora Doran
"Another guest? Oh, how wonderful!"
Fullscreen Chat » Create Topic » Amnesia: The Dark Descent: Out of Character
Discussions
-
- Topics
- Replies
- Views
- Last post
-
-
Amnesia: The Dark Descent.
1, 2, 3, 4by Rainbow Ripples on Fri Jul 22, 2011 6:14 pm
- 77 Replies
- 3709 Views
- Last post by ChaosBlade
on Wed Aug 17, 2011 11:39 am
-
Amnesia: The Dark Descent.
Most recent OOC posts in Amnesia: The Dark Descent
Re: [OOC] Amnesia: The Dark Descent.
NO! DONT LET IT DIE, ITS ALL I HAVE LEFT *tries to resucitate rp with mouth to mouth*
Re: [OOC] Amnesia: The Dark Descent.
*wanders in blowing dust off roleplay**hack hack cough**blinks stupidly at it, then walks away*
Re: [OOC] Amnesia: The Dark Descent.
Guess whos back-ack-ack? Back again-ain-ain? Inu's back-ack-ack? Tell a friend-end-end. *gets the hook*
Aw! A gals not aloud to sing! But i'm back- wait...what? what do you mean noone cares?
......well then....just came on to say i'm back and will post later today after getting some much...much...much need sleep.
Aw! A gals not aloud to sing! But i'm back- wait...what? what do you mean noone cares?
......well then....just came on to say i'm back and will post later today after getting some much...much...much need sleep.
Re: [OOC] Amnesia: The Dark Descent.
Its alright Inukyo, We will move on without thee.
and Vitamin, I will post again after you. :DD
and Vitamin, I will post again after you. :DD
Re: [OOC] Amnesia: The Dark Descent.
Family calls, i'll be offline for 4 or so days. Feel free to move on without me.
Re: [OOC] Amnesia: The Dark Descent.
It doesn't matter, I think you should post every now and then to show what he is doing otherwise I will think you've abandoned us.
Re: [OOC] Amnesia: The Dark Descent.
wWll alexander document his recollections during the course of his journey to the sanctum, or will he just stay quiet till plot relevance.
Re: [OOC] Amnesia: The Dark Descent.
Use this for posting. C:
- Code: Select all
[center][color=#292421][size=200]CHARACTER NAME HERE.[/size] [size=90]
TEXT BODY HERE.[/color][/size][/center]
Re: [OOC] Amnesia: The Dark Descent.
I've watched a let's play, so I know what the game is. I'd play it if it was compatible with my stupid 10 year old lenova :D
Re: [OOC] Amnesia: The Dark Descent.
Lumuna and i have to go, bye bye (non-player as in didnt play the games
Re: [OOC] Amnesia: The Dark Descent.
Rainbow Ripples wrote:Also that is a spoiler for one ending, there are 3. I'm sorry by the way >.<
I originally said 3, you said two. O-O who is the Non-player?