Inventor's of YCM RP | Journey of the Hopeful | Non-Club members can join!

[Sploda]

[spoiler=Plot]Wait, let me get this straight. YOU want to know what happened?

 

Are you blind or simply stupid? Fine I’ll tell you, I’ll even use small word so you’d understand.

 

We f***ed up. We f***ed up and now the entire world is f***ed up.

 

Do you remember the Church of Verleden? Remember how we scoffed at them, how we mock their faith? They turned to God while we turned to knowledge. Then do you remember how they tried to stop us researching those Monoliths, claiming that it was of all things sacrilegious? Remember the battles we fought against their Golems to continue our research?

 

Then remember how it turned out they were right?

 

We tried building our own Monolith as a testament to our progress. We though we knew what we were doing, we were wrong.

 

Those Monoliths weren’t there to preserve the knowledge of the ancient races. It was made to keep something out.

 

That thing was the demon Unwissenheit. He opened up a gate to hell, and then this world and hell became one and the same.

 

We were doomed but the Church intervened. The Church knew about Unwissenheit, they were the ones who sealed him centuries ago. They held him off, allowing everyone but them to evacuate the world in the large cityships that were built for such an occasion.

 

We escaped, but the Church was not nearly so fortunate. Unwissenheit fused them to hier precious Golems and warped their minds. No longer the heroic if stubborn church, they were the monstrous Cult, Unwissenheit’s strongest and most faithful followers.

 

I guess that’s just the price of heroism.

 

Things couldn’t get any worse at that point.

 

Except for one thing: It DID.

 

Our airship, the Hopeful broke down and plummeted down to the cruel hellhole that was our planet.

 

Somehow we survived, I don’t know about the others. Truthfully I hope they DID die, it would be the most merciful thing God could do at this point.

 

So here we are, in our dark world filled with hellspawn, the terrible Cult, and last but not least Unwissenheit himself. We have nothing but each other and the weapons on our backs to keep us alive.

 

We’re pretty much doomed anyway; we might as well try to correct our mistake while we’re at it.

 

So, you can sit here and moan all you want, the hellspawn might thank you for the easy meal. But me, I’m not going down without a fight.

 

[spoiler=App]

Name:

Age:

Apperance:

Weapon:

personality:

Backstory:(What did you do before this kind of thing)

Special Abilities: (Max. 3)

 

[spoiler=Current RolePayers]

[spoiler=My App (Le Creatuer)]

Name: Xanth

Age: 15

Apperance:

Weapon: Large Oversized scimitar called the Lunar Centario

personality: Silent, Deadly under presssure

Backstory: His Mother was a member of the Church and his Father an Inventor of Note, he lived a life of solitude. his Parents were alwyas gone, and he nver made any friends. Due to his heritage he became an adept Magic user and Inventor, thus creating his own type of Magic known as Gizmo magic. Once he became of age he joined the Hopeful's Guard and served among them ever since. He has a great intrest in the game of Chess.

Special Abilities: Gizmo Magic, Power up weapon with Special cards.

 

 

[Sploda]

I think I need to bump this...