Drop Dead, Darling

Drop Dead, Darling

It's kill or be killed tonight, Darling. In this game of last man standing, death is a certainty. Just please, don't get any blood on the carpet, it's such a pain to clean.

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Drop Dead, Won't You?



Soul Eater /sól ítər / Noun

1. A fallen angel cursed with muteness and an insatiable soul lust.
They frequently kill humans in an attempt to consume their souls, but the
soul of a human killed by a soul eater is immediately reincarnated, depriving
the beast of its meal. Only humans killed by ‘human means' have harvestable souls.

2. Drake Stuart



ImageFive humans, two servants, one daemon, no way out. Prepare to kill and be killed in this fast paced race to be the last man standing. Funny thing is, there will never be a last man standing. As soon as someone dies, a new body takes his or her place. To keep under the radar, Drake goes out into the city and steals the humans he wants.

You’re one of them.

Now you have to play his game.

Everyone has their own room, nicely furnished with all the basics, including a simple set of clothes, if you live long enough to need them, a bed with a nightstand next to it, a chamber pot, and an un-stocked vanity with a mirror. None of the rooms have windows to the outside. None of the rooms have doors that lock.

Everyone is allowed to wander as they please as long as they don’t go places they shouldn’t. There isn’t any escape in the two level manor, or in the furnished attic above. Drake, as he has been doing this for longer than any of his victims have been alive, has thought of everything. The windows have either been barred or blocked up altogether, and an attempt at finding the key to the door, the way out, would end with a most unsavory encounter. And a waste of a soul.



Floor One
Floor Two
(Red is what is in use, purple isn’t in constant use, and blue are designated rooms for the guests)


Deeper Plot

It’s the summer of the year 1877 of our good Queen Victoria, and you five poor unfortunate souls have earned a one way ticket to your demises. Under the roof of this cozy manor not too far from a small city in southern England, a game is afoot. Drake Stuart, the in-house soul eater and the master of the house, and his half-human servant James frequently kidnap humans and bring them to their manor for their ‘game.’ While Drake cannot kill humans by his own hand, James can, with the aid of a recently acquired ‘helper,’ a cockney street rat named Linnet, who is trapped in a purgatorial state between being liked enough for Drake to keep her around, the ‘winner’ from a previous game, but not enough to be made semi-immortal by being force fed a soul, like her tongueless companion James.

Drake is somewhat of a picky fellow, in his years of luxury, he’s grown very discerning about the quality of the souls he devours. Swift, agonizing deaths, and acts of heinous evil add such a dynamic flavour to souls, so he’s devised these games to enact occasionally to bring out the most lovely of tastes. However, elongated deaths, fraught with torment, make souls mushy and foul, so if a player is harmed but not killed, Drake will take it upon himself to take care of the poor victim, stitch them up and set them upright again.

After fleeing from his previous manor north of London, Drake has been hanging around for a little under a year in this house. Shortly after moving he hosted a game, but it didn’t last long thanks to certain..issues…and in the seven or eight months since then, he and James have been living off of the odd victim, but Drake is bored and he’s decided that it’s high time they had some rip-roaring fun once again.


ImageWhile James is the only ‘living’ servant in the house (excluding Linnie, who is what Drake calls the 'junior games-keeper') he is entirely incapable of keeping the whole house clean by himself. So Drake employs the semi-solid remnants of his previous victims to keep the place clean. They are somewhat incorporeal, they can interact with the environment, but trying to touch one would give a human the chills. Drake is the only one who can touch them, and even he seems averse to getting close to the wraiths. They don’t seem to notice humans at all, they go about their jobs hollowly and mechanically. If someone is unfortunate enough to walk through them, however, they can faintly hear the last words of the victim, which are usually agonizing screams of pain, unsurprisingly.

There are several places that are off limits. No going in Drake’s room, the library, the attic, the tapestry room, the smoking room, or the study, unless you are invited. Especially if you’re going to bleed out. Drake doesn’t like getting stains on the carpet.

Don’t even try to escape. If you even managed to get one of the shed keys from James, or the key to the front door from Drake, there is a high fence around the estate, and even if you’re lucky enough to make it there, the daemon will probably smell your escape before you can even find the key.


Character Sheet

Note, since these characters are semi-expendable, I don’t expect you to make a fancy CS. I’d prefer a well thought out character to a pretty character sheet, actually. As you can see from the front page, I value content over looks.
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[b]Full name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b] (I’d prefer humans ages 18 to 35, because Drake favors the flavors of souls around those ages.)
[b]Personality:[/b] (Make it as long as you want. Three words or three thousand. Just give the gist or explain everything. But keep in mind that your character will die, so don't pour hours upon hours of work into it.)
[b]Appearance:[/b] (Any kind of picture along with a short description. Or a long one without the picture. Add weight, height, all that kind of stuff.
[b]Other:[/b] (Anything else you’d like to add. This isn’t mandatory.)
[b]Short history:[/b] (What brought them up to this point. Make it however long you want. But please, keep in mind that you will make more than one character over the course of this roleplay.)

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General Rules

Slcam is my second in command this time, so she has all the same powers I do. She’s also pretty cool so there’s that. (Skwidge is great too, so listen to her too.)

To play here you must be okay with your character dying. More than one of your characters might die, simply because that is what type of game this is. This is a game of kill and be killed.

The procedure for this game is rather simple. You submit a character. I look over it. I consider it. If it meets my requirements, you receive a PM. If it does not, I notify you and you can fix it. The response to the PM is the most important part of this process, because I need to find five people who work well together and have easily mesh-able styles.

There are four open spots, and you cannot reserve a spot. (You can leave a message in the OOC letting me know of your intentions, though!) I’ll leave the applications open for a week or so, then take two or three days so Slcam and I can discuss who we want. We’re looking for an even split of males and females, and a spread of different character types.

If you don’t make it in, but you’re still interested in the game, I can put you on the waiting list so if we lose a player (this usually happens within a month of the start of the game) we can sub you in no problem. If you are interested in this, let me know!

You are allowed one character at a time unless I give permission.

When your character dies, do not abandon him/her, but just change their synopsis to dead.

Gameplay Rules

1. No godmodding or killing without permission. I want both parties to either mention the plan in the OOC or PM me with their murder plan before going through with it. If someone complains, you’ll have to edit the offending post, and you’ll only get one warning. Only Slcam and I can move/kill characters without permission, and only in extreme circumstances, like a banning.

2. Spellcheck please. Try your best to write consistently and well. Third person, past tense only, please. This is an advanced roleplay. And for the love of all things holy, this is a Victorian roleplay. I don’t expect you to write dialogue in perfect dialect or anything, but please keep the era in mind when you write!

3. Don’t do things that purposefully destroy the plot, or any sub plots going on. (Like having your character somehow break down the front door or something). There is a plot, and there will be a way to ‘win’ the game, but you’ll have to be patient and pay attention. If you have a cool plot point, PM me and we’ll hash it out! I love new ideas!

4. I’m not going to set a post length, but my personal posts range from 500 words to 1200 words, so if you tend to write significantly less than that, this is not the roleplay for you.

5. This is a medium to slow paced roleplay. I expect everyone to post roughly once a week, at the very least. I’m a very active GM, and you will receive PMs if you aren’t posting enough, just checking up on you. I like an active OOC, so if you can’t post yet IC, feel free to hang around and chat.

I’m very understanding about absences, but if you disappear without warning, I will kill your character after about two or three weeks. So let me know before you go!

And one more time, I am looking for dedicated players. You don’t have to post every day or anything, but I anticipate this roleplay will last at least 6 months, if not longer. This is the third iteration of this game. If you’re curious about the previous iterations, go check them out on my profile!

Be respectful and polite to all the other members. We are all friends here. I want you to act like it. Respect everyone's wishes. It is okay to have your characters fight; it is not okay to fight on the OOC.

Cursing/gore/romance is fine, but if someone else speaks up about being uncomfortable with the content of your post, tone it down.

Finally, your character will die. Many of your characters may die. If you aren’t okay with that, this isn’t the roleplay for you. This is a very emotionally intense roleplay, keep that in mind!

With that in mind, go ahead and put a gif of a cute baby animal in the OOC and say hi, please! It’s not a password, I just like cute animals, and I want to know who is interested in making a character!

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Character Portrait: James Butler Character Portrait: Everette Insuza Character Portrait: Wiley Skidmore Character Portrait: Anderson Fulton

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Anderson nodded politely at Everette's long, but truly rather meaningless sentences. Long winded speeches without much by substance were just part of life in the upper class, and yet being placed in such a new, exciting circumstance Anderson found himself no longer content to play with niceties. For the first time he found them irritating and altogether pointless.

Despite his new-found criticism of his upbringing, Anderson allowed the lady to bid he and Wiley farewell. He bowed without any real deference, but more out of habit in response to her courtesy. He was about to turn to Wiley and continue their conversation when he caught her give Wiley a more genuine gesture; a small smile. This irked him more than he cared to admit. Surprised by the strength of his irritation towards something he would ordinarily find petty he immediately put it down to fatigue to compensate. Nonetheless he could not so easily put away this rather uncharacteristic disappointment that she had paid more attention to Wiley.

Finding himself unable to dispel his feelings, he instead masked them and turned back to Wiley with a more neutral, if not more distant, expression. It was more easy to hide the true nature of his emotions with Wiley's next words. They seemed almost too well matched to Anderson's previous plans and a genuine smile marked Anderson's features.

"I daresay that sounds like quite a sensible plan." Anderson said with much praise in his voice. "I'd prefer not to use such devices as weapons, but to ere on the side of caution is far wiser than finding yourself unprepared-"

He was going to continue when he noticed Drake's little henchman staring at the pair. He frowned slightly not liking the detached way the man could simply observe without having actually getting involved in this sick game. Anderson sent him a hard look, warning him not to interfere and then turned back to Wiley.

"I think the sooner we act upon your suggestion the better." He lowered his voice to keep James from overhearing. "I find that ghouls presence quite unsettling and fear he is far too much in league with Drake for my liking."

Giving Wiley a conspiring nod, he started to leave the room and began wandering the corridors for the sign of a kitchen.

It wasn't long before he chanced upon it. It did not appear to have been in use for quite some time given the amount of dust forming blankets upon the counter tops. Perhaps this sick game had been idle for longer than Anderson had anticipated. Finding himself slightly off put by the rather dead and unwelcoming sight, Anderson slowed his steps taking his time to let his eyes rove around the new room.

After a second or two, he shook off his apprehension and made his way over to the drawers. The first one held what he expected; silvery forks, spoons and small knives. Finding nothing of particular use he delved into the next one. Mainly ladles were kept here, but underneath a few larger one was the glint of metal.

A sigh of relief escaped Anderson in an uncharacteristic lapse of his mask. He grasped the handle and pulled up a large carving knife, glinting dully in the dim light. Suddenly Anderson frowned, his mouth twisting into a grimace. His hand dropped it back into the draw with a clatter, his mind coming up with gory images of the blade delving deep into unsuspecting victims. As much as he had decided he would most certainly be participating in this game and winning, the reality of holding such an ugly implement had momentarily caught Anderson off guard.

Furious with his sudden lack of courage, he forced himself to quickly pick it back up again, slicing his hand open on the blade.

He let out a curse at the long, if not shallow cut.

"Damn my clumsiness."


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Character Portrait: James Butler Character Portrait: Wiley Skidmore Character Portrait: Anderson Fulton

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Wiley tucked his hands into the pockets of his pants as Anderson lavished praise upon him. His face was still flaming, and he ducked his head a bit, smiling bashfully. Perhaps this wouldn't be as bad as he'd thought. At least he had on ally. "Of course, of course," he murmured his agreement with Anderson's words, it there was one thing he could do well, it was agree. Then he noticed his friend's eyes dart to the mute servant whose green eyes were boring into them. Wiley leaned in as Anderson lowered his voice, nodding still. Now that Anderson mentioned it, there was something unsettling about the young man. His unnerving gaze, perhaps? He almost looked....hungry. His first instinct was to believe that the servants had been pressed into service and had no choice in the matter, but he trusted Anderson's judgement.

They set off down the halls, ultimately finding their way to the kitchen in the strange maze of a building. Wiley wondered if they'd ever find their way back to their quarters at this rate? He nibbled pensively on the thumb nail of his left hand as they walked, trying and failing to memorize their path.

The kitchen looked quite sorry. It positively reeked with the aroma of disuse. Maybe that was why the servant had hungry eyes. "I'll check the pantry." He said, turning to one corner of the room. Inside there was quite an amount of food, so much that he was dazzled by it. Tinned meats and bread and cheese and barrels of vegetables. "Saints alive, take a look at all this!" he said, poking his head out of the pantry just in time to see Anderson slice the meat of his hand open.

He let out a sort of choked sound of mixed surprise and sympathy. "Are you alright?" Was all he managed to get out at first. Well, of course not, he was bleeding! Wiley took a deep breath to reorient himself and reached up to grab his tie, perhaps in the hope to mop up the blood with, only to remember that he lost said article of clothing in the scuffle he'd had with Drake. Then his hand lifted to his collar, but that was starched and wouldn't do a good job of mopping up blood.

"I'll see if there's a rag for your to wrap that up with." He announced as he began to go through some of the surrounding drawers until he found a clean looking length of cloth. "Ah, here we are!" He cried out, holding up the cloth like a flag. "This should do the trick!" He hurried back over to the man and reached out to wrap his hand before suddenly recoiling. He wasn't sure if Anderson would mind if he touched him. His wide eyes flicked upwards, either seeking approval or admonishment.

When Anderson's eyes flicked to him, that fierce green gaze, he immediately and instinctively looked down at the ground. They were murmuring now too low for him to hear them. It didn't stop him from following them, however, as they took off. They were easy to track wile staying out of sight. They were headed towards the kitchen as far as he'd been able to glean, but they were doing a poor job of it. If they'd only asked him he could have shown them straight there. Usually at least half of the guests seemed to trust him immediately, so this was a strange turn of events for him. Perhaps that was the purpose of Drake's constant brutalization. It made them think of him as a victim as well. He sucked on his bottom lip, unwilling to admit that perhaps Drake had been right about all that.

When the humans finally, finally made it to the kitchen he settled down outside the door, where they wouldn't see him unless they stuck their heads out of the door they'd just went through. He sank down until he was sitting, his knees bent and his arms resting on them.

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Re: Drop Dead, Darling

I'll try to be better about keeping things updated over the next few months. I am thinking of doing the same thing I want to do for Adore, which is a light posting order, so at the very least I'll be engaged X3

Re: Drop Dead, Darling

-screams softly-

I did not expect this!!! Super excited! Good job, pies!

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-coughs softly-

Well, now that this semester is over, I've made a post. :3

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No trouble :3 Things are moving pretty slowly.

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Gosh! Sorry Pie! I only just realised the rp was back up and running! I will get a post up asap- after my assessment is finished which will probably be tonight.

Sorry for my tardiness :3

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Anyone on the East Coast of the US please stay safe over the next few days! Virginia is in a State of Emergency right now because of the Hurricane (not to mention the week of torrential downpour we've already been experiencing, lol.) I might not be around much over the next few days, but hopefully the storm won't be too bad!

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Wow, it sure is quiet over here!

(also, if anyone was curious, Sana messaged me the other day, things got too busy for her to participate in the roleplay, but she's doing fine!)

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How is everyone doing? :3 It's been a loooong week for me, haha, but I thought I'd check in over the weekend and make sure y'all are doing well~

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Haha, no worries sugar :3 Just get it done when you can~ No rush :3

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*incoherant screeching* They had to push back the internet installment date to Tuesday. I'll see if I can work at my Grandma's house or something. Gosh dang it.

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Lol, they had a hardware failure, and they didn't get the parts they needed in until Monday, and then it took some time to install, fix everything, and get back up online. I heard there were a lot of issues with servers based in NC over the last week, lol. But in the future: https://twitter.com/RolePlayGateway/with_replies this might help ;) they are pretty rare with updating it, but it's better than nothing! :3

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Oh my goodness so it wasn't just me? Ughhhh I was so worried cause I couldn't connect to the site and I was like, "Ahhhhhhh!!! Noooooooooo I'm going to get killed offffffff!" lol

Moving into school and all that jazz was a thing for me too.

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Don't worry about it! I think everyone pretty much has been dealing with school/college stuff, so I don't expect the pace to be very fast here for a few weeks at least! No worries :3

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Hey! I'm so sorry that I haven't been on in forever. I just moved into a new house and was supposed to get internet set up last week, but the company went to the wrong address and I now won't be able to get here til Friday. Every time I've been able to find internet, the site's been down, so it's been an overall very frustrating experience. I'll probably be able to get a post up by Friday at the latest. I'm really sorry.

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Okay friends, after that terribly long break, let's have a nice little roll call!

Is everyone still around? In your post include who (if anyone) you are waiting on to post, so I know where we are again!

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Ohgosh, I keep forgetting to post for thisss D:<

I will try to work on one and get it up sometime tomorrow. Hopefully. >X<

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Awesome! Thanks for letting us know! I probably won't post for James until I can post for Wiley too, or until the party of three gets moving, because James is gonna be all sneaky-like and follow them >:3 Whether they notice him or not will be up to y'all's discretion though :3

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Hey :) So I will be trying to post later today or tomorrow. No promises for today because I have a tonne of uni work to do- but I am still active :3

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lol I like how simple you're making Drake. It's great. If any of us live along to see that they're going be like, "Wat."

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Lol, I love how everyone is like, 'why aren't we allowed in the library? Is he hiding something?' But if they asked, he'd just be like, 'Well, I don't want anyone getting blood on the rugs in there. They were expensive, and I don't want your grubby hands on my books, for goodness sakes, you humans are so messy.' lol