Introduction
The Titanic was one of the largest vessels that man had ever built. It took just over two years to complete and was built in Ireland. It took 15,000 people to build the ship that was 882 feet in length and 92 feet wide. The Titanic set sale on the 10th of April 1912 and within five days...she had sunk.
The ship was the grandest that anyone had seen, beautifully decorated inside and well constructed: it was supposed to with stand anything.
The Titanic had it all, it had three different classes, barber shops, dining halls and even an indoor gym. Most first class passengers had maids and servents to bring them food and even do their laundery...
The plot is character driven. There is no set storyline as I want people to have freedom to interact with who they want to and make up their own storylines. Of course the only thing set in stone that the Titanic will sink. Please do not rush through the days to the sinking, build up relationships with other passengers, create crimes, drama and tragedy. Only I (the GM) will be able to make time changes from one day to the next so in order for it not to run too fast.
There will be four character positions that you can choose from:
First Class:
-Annaliese Blackwood Hale
Millicent 'Millie' Geraldine Quinton
Second Class:
-Beverly Brighton
-Abia Crane
Third Class:
- Tommy O'neil
So If you join, please tell me what class you desire to be in. Please keep the range diverse so there is not an over crowding in Third Class and too little in second class. Please also be aware of what your rooms looked like, how you were expected to act and how much money you would of had if you were in a class. Please do not strut around in fine clothes and lots of money if you are travelling in third class. Keep it real please :)
Describe your characters well please, and if possible please try not to use Anime pictures.
This is mainly a mature roleplay (I hate to use the world Adult as some people are mature than most adults) following themes such as love, crime, murder, tragedy and drama. Not everything will run smoothly. People will steal things on their bid to get rich and do anything for it. Others will have dreams they will never see.
At the end of this roleplay, you will play out whether your character dies or survives.
The Story So Far... Write a Post » as written by 5 authors
Setting
0.00 INK
A small smile flickered onto Tommy's unusually clean face, making sure he looked his best to board a ship of this caliber. His eyes scanned the rest of the crowd with a happy glint in them, he'd been part of making this ship...no matter how small and he was now about to board her, setting off on his new life to America to follow a new life. A large knot of nerves fastened in his stomach, he'd probably never see his parents again and he wishes he could of brought them with him; but he was not able to. Tickets weren't cheap and his parents were reluctant to go and had tried many times to stop him from going but once Tommy had forged a dream he would have a good shot of it.
Barging his way through the sea of people, he pushed himself to the wooden bridges, for each class. Exchanging a few words with the ship's attendant, he was directed along the narrow wooden bridge and hurrying along he made his way onto the low decks of the ship trying to keep his bag slung over his shoulder as he did so, finding it hard to while weaving in and out of the bustling passengers crowding through the narrow halls.
Setting
0.00 INK
She brought several bags for her trip. Five were filled with clothes, Three were her toys and books. One was for her jewelry and make-up, carefully placed in a box. She had her violin case slung over her shoulder and an art file, a bag where she kept her canvases, paint brushes and paint. She had a small bag she had brought along. It was simple with lace and pearls as decorations. She had her purse in it. Wads of money and other valuables she kept close. She picked up her bags using a stroller and walked across the crowded port. She felt a small speck of Independence each time she took a step to the ship. It would be her first time outside of England and America would start be the start of a new life. She touched her mother's necklace, reminding herself to achieve her goals.
She exchanged words with a stranger, one of the ship's workers, to direct her to the first class. She walked to the halls and smiled widely, the hall was luscious as if it was for a princess. Something in her gut tried to warn her but her amazement eclipsed it.
Setting
0.00 INK
The young woman, still almost a child in her parents eyes, raised her head at her name and quickly stepped forward, knowing her mothers impatience quite well. " Coming!" She called back calmly as she glanced down at her younger brother whose hand she held within her own at that very moment. " Come along James," She said down to him with a soft smile on her lips as she gently pulled him through the crowd and reached her parents. Both had worried looks on their faces but this soon vanished and was replaced by slight irritation and perhaps even embarrassment.
" We must get on the ship now if we are to depart on it," Her father said with a smile, his tone so obviously kind and joking. Anna smiled at her father as her mother took James' tiny hand and picked him up into her arms. The maid and nursemaid, along with a manservant, carrying their bags behind them as the family boarded the large ship known as the RMS Titanic.
Setting
0.00 INK
"This is amazing," she said, her eyes glinting once she saw the Third Class' cabins. She walked along the halls, greeting everyone with a hello. At times, she would look into the cabins to see how they looked. Wooden and plain but it still amazed her.
Setting
0.00 INK
"America, here I come," she whispered as she began to walk towards the great vessel. She carried three bags-two large ones and a smaller, purse like one. In the first large one, which she carried in her right hand, was an assortment of clothing. The bag was tightly packed, meant for a weeks worth of travel. The second, in her left hand, also held clothes, as well as a few personal items such as the few pieces of jewelry that she owned. The last bag, which she carried awkwardly over her shoulder and kept slipping off, was filled with all of her favourite books, as well as two to read on the way. She doubted she would read them though, as this would be an exciting adventure.
Unaware of somebody lurking behind her, she asked a worker where Second Class passengers were to board. He pointed her to one of the bridges to board the ship. It was larger than the third class, but smaller than the first class bridge. Thanking the man, she boarded the ship and searched for her room.
***
William grinned, taking in all the sights of the crowd. He had already determined which bridge he was supposed to go across, but he stood, watching the first class passengers board. Many had numerous, luxurious bags and dressed in clothes much more fashionable than he. Will was supposed to have been in second class, like his father had promised him, so that he could 'watch' Abia. However, the liar had demanded he buy his own ticket after realizing just how much Abia's ticket had cost him.
I am now stuck with the filthy and poor. Perhaps one will have a priceless family heirloom? he thought. He soon spotted his sister heading into the mess of people, her long brown hair tied up into a loose ponytail. He followed her, dragging his tan, filthy bag behind him. He was not an experienced packer and had only brought with him some of his best clothing.
William Crane watched his little sister board, then decided it was his time to board also. Walking to the bridge, he was nearly pushed into the water by a man. Will mumbled to himself as he boarded and then found his room. It looked like he would be sharing it with four to five people. He set his bags down just as a beautiful girl came wandering down to third class, passing by his room.
He smiled to himself and stepped out of the room, watching as she explored the lower levels of the ship. "What is such a lovely lady doing down here?" he asked her, standing in the doorway to his room.
Setting
0.00 INK
She lightly touched her mother's necklace as she saw a family together. Though she just saw her brother, she still missed them. Her bumbling yet power-hungry father, her caring but easily confused brother and his wife, her naive younger sister and especially her mother.
For some reason, she felt eyes on her. Instinctively, she turned swiftly to the boy, "May I help you with anything?"
Setting
0.00 INK
A tear rolled down her cheek as she thought of her father, who had stayed at the store instead of seeing her off. She knew that he loved her dearly, but he was always expecting so much from her. Her thoughts weren't on him for long before she thought of her brother. He had said his goodbye the night before, right before running an errand for their father.
***
William considered her question before answering. He shook his head. "I would like to know your name miss, if it isn't a bother to you," he said, contradicting himself. Knowing that he sounded like a no-good beggar or even worse he decided to restate what he'd said. "I mean, it would be nice to know somebody on here. It seems that the individuals I will be staying with have not arrived yet," he explained, chuckling. "I am sorry if I sound rude in any way." He was attempting to sound somewhat intelligent, instead of the street urchin and thief that he really was.
This was how things worked in Will's mind. Flattery was a good start, but adding to it would eventually push one away. Not too much, but not too little. He needed to be careful with this girl, who obviously outshone anybody in third class. Rich people were either oblivious-which was the type he liked, easy to steal from- or they were actually one step ahead of him. He knew he shouldn't make assumptions about this young lady yet.
Setting
0.00 INK
She considered telling him her name but not her last. Her family came up in the papers and were very well-known in England, "Millie Gerald," She never liked lying, she was a terrible liar but this wasn't a lie exactly. Her middle name was Geraldine after all, "And you are?"
Setting
0.00 INK
The room was not yet small but compact in a homely manner. The walls were painted a fresh bright white and the smell of the freshly laid paint still hung in the air. The floor was highly polished and a small wash basin attached to the wall between the two bunks looked like it had never been run. The beds, neatly made the sheets folded expertly and tucked under the corners of the mattress it was nothing that Tommy had never seen before in his life.
Tommy walked in, in awe gazing up around at his new home for his travel to America. His cabin mates had not yet arrived there and he chose the bottom bunk on the right, not having much favor towards top bunks. He set his rugged brown bag down on the shiny floor and drummed his fingers rapidly against his knee's looking around. He didn't want to touch anything in fear of breaking or ruining it's high finish; if he had seen what First or Second class looked like then he may just have been stunned into shock.
A few moments later, a burly and tall man with one other man stumbled into the room throwing their bags to the floor, acknowledging Tommy sitting there they broke out of their hurried conversation a bright crooked smile appearing on the first man's face.
"How ya' doing? Michael is the name." He said with a think accent, familiar to Tommy as he instantly recognized that he too was from Ireland which eased Tommy's nerves a little knowing there was some other familiarity with home boarding this ship.
"Tommy." He replied with a short smile as they shook hands, they continued this process twice more, once with the much shorter man whose speech rang heavy with a Cockney accent known as 'Stropper'. He didn't use his real name and Tommy did not care much for it so he accepted that was his name and asked no more questions. The other man shuffled in few moments later with a timid disposition about him who seemed somewhat intimidated by Michael's outgoing and loud nature.
Setting
0.00 INK
"William Crane," he responded, bowing. "I'm traveling to Americas to see family. You?" He tilted his head slightly, curious as to why she was here. He found it odd to be trusting this girl, after all, she had just insulted him a few moments ago. At least he took it as an insult, whether it was intentional or not. Looking her over, his eyes lingered on hers. They appeared to be golden.
As he waited for her answer, he thought of Abia, who was somewhere up in second class. He could only imagine how much better it was than down here.
Setting
0.00 INK
Millie held her purse close to her, it was encrusted with pearls and silk given by her father. She reminded herself of her father, looking down on the wooden floor. She did miss him but she had to move one. She looked up to see the boy. She noticed his eyes were blue.
Setting
0.00 INK
He was highly aware that he was not dressed to impress. He wore a simple suit-brown trousers, a white shirt, and a brown jacket along with some hand me down loafers. He wondered if he looked like a street rat to her.
Setting
0.00 INK
"I'm first if you didn't catch the snobbishness," Millie joked with a small chuckle.
Setting
0.00 INK
He sat down on the edge of his bunk, kicking his bag under it. He hit the back his head on the top bunk and cursed. He looked around the room, a fresh coat of white paint was on the walls. The wash basin was to his right and the door to the cabin to his left.
William wondered what this journey would bring, as he lay down on his bunk. He'd have to take a trip up to the second and first class cabins. Who knew what kind of treasures could be on this ship?
Setting
0.00 INK
They were much more better than the third class but not quite as luscious as the first. she did exactly what she had did in the third class. Stare in amazement, smile and feel the walls and occasionally the floor.
Setting
0.00 INK
As she continued down the hall, she spotted a worker. "Excuse me, but are we permitted on the upper decks?" she asked the man, who nodded in response. "Stairs are that way miss." "Thank you," she said politely and hurried in the direction he had pointed.
She walked carefully up the stairs, so as not to trip and fall. After climbing a few flights she emerged on the boat deck of the Titanic. She looked around and noticed that the ship had not yet departed. It seemed that there were still some passengers arriving. Looking over the edge of the ship, she looked down at the people saying goodbye to loved ones.
Setting
0.00 INK
"Ha, I got top bunk." He beamed and they both erupted into a humorous banter arguing why one or the other should have got the top bunk.
A few minutes later Tommy emerged from his cabin taking to exploring the vast ship set on knowing the passage ways because he knew for sure he was going to get lost more than once throughout the winding corridors and decks. He scanned the signs pointing to the different stairs and decks and tried to memorize each of them. There was a cheerful air about the place and he knew that he would most likely become friends with Michael, especially if he shared the same passion for poker and drinking like Tommy himself did...
[OOC sorry for this bad post but I'm a bit short of time]
Setting
0.00 INK
She walked to the end of the deck. She grabbed the railings and smelled the salty sea. The scenery was beautiful and she wondered what was to become of her.
Setting
0.00 INK
She couldn't imagine how it must be for them, watching people they've known for perhaps their whole lives just... leaving. Maybe that was how her dad felt and why he'd stubbornly refused to see her off. It was too hard for him, she realized. His little girl is all grown up and leaving the nest. But I'm not little. i can take care of myself.
Just for fun, Abia decided to wave to the people standing below on the dock. Even if they didn't know her, she still felt she owed a goodbye to somebody. She hadn't even informed her friends of her departure. Had she? She couldn't remember the last time they'd written to her or even spoken. So they obviously wouldn't care anyway, right? She sighed.
Setting
0.00 INK
The feeling of regret and guilt washed over her, leaving her with only a small smile. She knew her father would be heartbroken but one day, she promised, she would come back. Not soon but will. She glanced at everyone, waving with a smile. She was so excited, half her body was over the railing and when she lifted her feet from the floor. Her body lost its grip.
"Oh god," she attempted to balance herself from falling overboard.
Setting
0.00 INK
She rushed with the others to the girl who was about to fall. She watched as somebody helped her to balance again. As the crowd began to disperse, Abia made her way towards the girl and her rescuer. "Are you ok?" she asked, concern etched all over her face.
Setting
0.00 INK
"Are you ok?" the girl asked. It was from a dark-haired girl who was about Millie's age.
"I'm fine, thank you," she answered with a smile Her gold eyes showed happiness, still happy she was alive. She turned to her rescuer, thanking him greatly as his savior. She would've given him all her money if she could. She looked at his face and furrowed her eyebrows.
"Do I know you?" she asked, noticing his eyes were blue.
Setting
0.00 INK
"Well, that's certainly good to hear," Abia said as the rescuer, who looked vaguely familiar to her, walked away. As he merged into the crowd, Abia turned back to Millie. "I'm Abia," she told the girl, who seemed to be about her age.
Setting
0.00 INK
She introduced herself as Abia. She never heard that name before, "Millie," MIllie introduced herself, "I guess I got too excited," she joked.
Setting
0.00 INK
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 The RMS Titanic. 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 » 10 Characters to follow in this universe
Newest
Greg McDonald
"The women are beautiful and full of class but you are just you. I, on the other hand...."
Lilian Midori
I want to find true love...
Devon Martins
"I don't need you as my watch dog."
Millicent 'Millie' Geraldine Quinton
"Despite my upbringing, I am not a fool. I would rather earn than to receive,"
William Crane
"Why, what a lovely purse..."
Abia Crane
"Father, I'm not a child anymore."
Tommy O'neil
You seem tense...Have a drink!
Trending
Tommy O'neil
You seem tense...Have a drink!
Greg McDonald
"The women are beautiful and full of class but you are just you. I, on the other hand...."
Abia Crane
"Father, I'm not a child anymore."
Lilian Midori
I want to find true love...
Devon Martins
"I don't need you as my watch dog."
William Crane
"Why, what a lovely purse..."
Millicent 'Millie' Geraldine Quinton
"Despite my upbringing, I am not a fool. I would rather earn than to receive,"
Most Followed
Tommy O'neil
You seem tense...Have a drink!
Greg McDonald
"The women are beautiful and full of class but you are just you. I, on the other hand...."
Devon Martins
"I don't need you as my watch dog."
Millicent 'Millie' Geraldine Quinton
"Despite my upbringing, I am not a fool. I would rather earn than to receive,"
Abia Crane
"Father, I'm not a child anymore."
Lilian Midori
I want to find true love...
William Crane
"Why, what a lovely purse..."
Fullscreen Chat » Create Topic » The RMS Titanic: Out of Character
Discussions
-
- Topics
- Replies
- Views
- Last post
-
-
The RMS Titanic
1, 2by tayah12 on Wed Jun 29, 2011 4:22 pm
- 32 Replies
- 1616 Views
- Last post by BoxWithMadMan
on Fri Jan 06, 2012 6:12 pm
-
The RMS Titanic