Of Saints and Sinners OOC

It was a warm, humid New Orleans night when a black Crown Victoria, windows tinted, pulled up to 1140 Royal Street, also known as LaLaurie Mansion. A chauffeur in a black suit got out of the car's driver seat and opened the right back door of the Crown Victoria. From out of the back of the car stepped a pair of black leather boots. Attached to the boots was a foreboding-looking black man wearing a black Stetson. He was an older man, obviously in his early-to-mid fifties. His skin was cocoa brown, and his hair was black with occasional streaks of grey. On his face he wore a pair of circular spectacles and a black mustache that looked like it belonged in an Old West movie. The man wore a white dress shirt unbuttoned at the top with a black wool trench coat the same color as the Stetson. Around the man's waist was a thick brown leather belt, on which hung a six-shot revolver and a Victorian-style stiletto that appeared to be made of silver. The man walked with a cane topped with a silver skull. The man gimped a few steps onto the sidewalk, and whispered something to his chauffeur, who moved to get his bags. The passenger-side front door of the car opened, and out stepped a tall, prominent-looking man wearing a black suit and white tie. The man had that businessman-like air of professionalism to him, like he was here to accomplish a task. His hair was black as coal, and his skin pale as snow. The hair was slicked back on the man's head with hair gel, and he had the beginnings of a mustache growing on his lip. His most prominent facial feature was his eyes, the irises of which were scarlet red. At his hip was a very poorly-concealed silver sword, the hilt of which was adorned with rubies and emeralds. He went by the name of Drake Smith.

"Here is, then, Marshall." Drake said in a deep Victorian English accent. "Our new home".

"It took me long enough." Marshall replied with a deep southern drawl "It was quite the fight with the city's government to get this place. Apparently haunted houses are considered historical landmarks now. Either way, I dispelled Mrs.LeLaurie fifteen years ago when I was last here. Ah, the memories!" Marshall looked up at one of the house's second-story windows and smiled, as if reminiscing. The chauffeur walked up to Marshall and Drake with two rolling suitcases and a rather large heavy-looking beige duffel bag slung over his back. Every time the chauffeur moved, the bag clinked noisily, as if it were filled with chains.

"You know humans and their tourist attractions." Drake replied "Humans are fascinated by the most foolish of things".

"You speak of humans as if you never were one, Drake." Marshall replied, not taking his eyes off of the house's windows. He was studying the moon's reflection in the window glass. There was a full moon tonight; the werewolves would be out.

"I like to think that I never was." Drake said, fiddling with his sword anxiously when he saw the moon "Humans these days are so disgraceful, with their hashtags and YOLOs and excessive use of the word 'like'. Back in England the most technology-advanced thing around was the textile mill I grew up down the street from". Marshall chuckled, though Drake seemed to be dead serious. Drake Smith never laughed.

"Well I hope you get adapted to the ways of teenagers soon, because in a week's time you'll have to deal with a bunch of them every day". Marshall mused.

"And it will be the longest week of my two-hundred-year life."  Drake said flatly "These kids have better not be duds or I'm going to drink your blood, old man". The Chauffeur made a choking noise, as if he was being crushed by the weight of the duffel bag. Marshall laughed at Drake again, and then looked over at the chauffeur.

"Ah yes, let's get inside before Jeoffrey breaks his back carrying our equipment." Drake nodded, and shut the front door of the Crown Victoria, locking it as he did so. Drake joined up with Marshall and Jeoffrey at the front doors of the mansion, and together they walked in the front doors. The next week would be moving into the massive mansion, and then the training would start.

The next day, a host of teenagers from across the city would find a letter in the mail, addressed to them detailing the Copeland Academy for the Gifted and Talented, a school who's mission is to "enrich the natural talents and abilities of teenaged men and women". With that, the next generation of Hunters would begin their training.

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Okay, so this RP is a little different than most. In this RP, everyone is a normal human with no sort of special mutant abilities. Instead, your character will be placed into the Copeland Academy, a school which trains teenagers in the ways of monster-hunting. Your characters will move into the Academy, housed in the historic LaLaurie Mansion in the New Orleans French Quarter. The rp will consist of your characters being trained both in the classroom and on the job by Drake Smith and Marshall Copeland, a dynamic duo of professional monster hunters who have battled the forces of evil together for thirty years. They will train your character in the art of battling the forces of evil to protect the city of New Orleans from monsters and demons alike. But be careful; New Orleans has been known for its mystery and magic, and most monsters aren't exactly friendly towards monster hunters.


Rules:

1. No spamming, flaming, trolling, blah blah blah

2. Every IC post must be at least eight sentences long. No less or I'll exterminate it (unless you have a REALLY good excuse).

3. I don't care much about cursing, but if you're cursing all over the place around Marshall he'll whack you.

4. Put "#Hashtag" somewhere in your sheet.

5. Your characters do not have any sort of supernatural abilities. They cannot be any sort of monster, and they cannot have anything I'd classify as a superpower. The only powers they can have is from select spells that I have Marshall teach them. Once again, the characters here are supposed to be normal kids, not anything else.

6. Drake will drink your blood if you try to go too far with the ladies, or vice versa (You know what I mean).

7. There's no character limit, but if you can't control the characters you have I'll limit you.

8. This one's very important; NO WHINING IF YOUR CHARACTER GETS KILLED! The characters here are average kids going up against monsters and demons. There's gonna be some casualties. If you whine your characters will all mysteriously go missing in the night.

9. No arguing in the OOC about stuff happening in the IC. I don't want to have to play babysitter to y'all's issues with each other.


The Sheet


Name:

Gender:

age: (12-21)

Physical appearance: (height, weight, hair color, eye color, other bodily features. At least six lines of text)

Attire: (clothing, basically. If you choose to describe outfits IC ((and I suggest that you do)), then just write here about your character's general style).

Personality: (at least five lines of text. Make it descriptive)

Backstory: (optional. If you use this, make it worth my reading)

Hobbies/skills: (Anything non-supernatural. Maybe your character can play a certain instrument or has a cool hobby.)

Weapons: (We won't get our weapons until we get a little bit farther into the IC, but think monster-slayer-type stuff. A character can carry with them a maximum of four weapons, depending on the size of the weapons ((four assault rifles won't work, but, say, an assault rifle, a wooden stake, a silver dagger, and a pistol would)). You may have one extra weapon that is kept in your character's closet).

other: (Anything else? Themesong maybe? Perhaps a favorite food or relation to other characters ((IE your own, not anyone else's unless they say so))?)

res'd for character sheets.

Res'd for Manor info.

Res'd for eventual Cryptopedia (monster encyclopedia).

Sounds fun :3 I might join this

Death wrote:

4. Put "#Hashtagyoloswag" somewhere in your sheet.

... And so it begins.


I'll have a sheet up later on today.

Not too big a fan of the knife-in-the-boot thing, as any weapons you get will most likely be through the school armory (I'll allow the sword though). Besides that, i like it. Accepted.

I was simply thinking that she would have a hidden weapon for really desperate moments, but very well. She shall not have her dagger. Thank you for letting her keep the sword, though.

It's cool m8.

I'm gonna try to do Marshall's and Drake's character sheets tonight.

Has everyone else here ever wondered why roleplay characters are often really tall and are almost always muscular?

Name: Marshall Copeland

age: 53

Physical appearance: Marshall is a foreboding-looking man. He stands at about 6’0”, and is very slim, being around 160 lbs. Though he doesn’t look it, he is very muscular and tough, a result of hunting monsters for over 30 years. Marshall’s skin is a cocoa brown color (he’s black, obviously) and his hair is black with streaks of grey in it. His hair is kept short and close to his head (one less thing for a monster to grab onto). Marshall’s eyes are black as coal, and constantly have this sort of lifeless, uncaring quality to them. He is obviously a man who has been through a lot. Resting low on Marshall’s nose is his round rimless glasses. These glasses are actually charmed to allow him to see hiding ghosts, as well as a few other paranormal things. On Marshall’s lip is a thick black-and-grey mustache that looks like it belongs on the lip of a gunslinger in an old west movie. Marshall’s body is covered with a patchwork of scars from his years of fighting, the most prevalent one being a slash across the left side of his throat, about an inch from his jugular. He’s obviously had some close calls in his career.

Attire: Marshall pretty much wears the same thing every day. His dress composes of a white button-down dress shirt with the collar open, a pair of dark brown trousers, a matching brown vest, a pair of black leather boots, his trademark black wool trench coat, and a black stetson that almost never leaves his head. At Marshall’s waist is always a thick brown leather belt, the buckle of which looks like Medusa’s head. On this belt is his dagger and pistol. Marshall always carries around his cane, which has a silver skull on the top of it.

Personality: Marshall seems to have almost two completely different personalities, depending on what situation he’s in. When he’s not fighting, Marshall has a kind aura about him of a wise mentor. He has a lot of patience with people, especially those learning something new, and a long attention span. Though he has no sense of humor whatsoever, Marshall can often be a fun person to be around, constantly telling fun stories about his adventures or coming up with interesting conversation topics for around the dinner table. He can be very compassionate as well, and is a great person to talk to about problems. He is very intelligent as well, making him a good tutor. Yet, despite his kind demeanor, he never laughs and very rarely smiles, as if something terrible is hiding under his skin, cloaked in his kind demeanor.

The second side of Marshall is not nearly as kind. When Marshall or anyone else is under attack, Marshall switches into kill mode. Marshall the Warrior is a merciless assassin with a very short fuse and a whole lotta gunpowder. When Marshall fights, the black hatred buried deep inside him bursts out. He is extremely violent and ruthless. He has been known to have spared a monster only once, in the case of Drake Smith, but that’s a story for another day. When Marshall fights, he’s fighting as if for revenge of some sort. It’s almost as if whatever he is fighting was personally responsible for everything bad in his long life of pain. Death does not phase him in either personality, and gore is almost commonplace. He seems to deal extremely well with grief, though the death of a loved one puts him in his angry state for long periods of time or until he finds and swiftly executes whoever killed them. The speed in which Marshall can switch between his two almost entirely separate personalities is astonishing, and often scares people. Though, if Marshall gets in too dramatic or too violent a fight, he will often spend several hours in that angry state.

Backstory: Marshall’s backstory is long, painful, and gory to the point that if I put it here I’d probably get canned. I’ll eventually write it or have it revealed in the OP, but for right now the Oncoming Storm shall remain anonymous.

Hobbies/skills: Marshall is an accomplished guitarist, and can also play piano very well. He is well-known for his tinkering skills with weaponry and magic, allowing him to craft a variety of special weapons for use in the field. He often creates and tests out these weapons during his free time.

Weapons: a double-barreled shotgun modified to fire a host of special shells (tungsten slugs for werewolves and shells filled with garlic powder for vampires), a silver Victorian-era dagger with a magically-reflective blade (for killing Gorgons, basilisks, and cockatrices), a six-shot .44 magnum (for killing anything that doesn’t need a special weapon), and his sceptre, which can cast a host of magical spells

other: theme song:

Ok guys, I'm in way too many rps as it is right now, so unfortunately I'm going to have to 86 this. This probably doesn't matter to most of you as we only had one member, but I just wanted you to know.