Creepypasta Roleplay
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Thread Topic: Creepypasta Roleplay
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If you don't know what Creepypasta is, Jeff The Killer's story is a great reference but there are plenty of other, much broader ones.
Ahem...
Make your own character. Creepypasta character, of course. We are killers, cold blooded or crazy, or both.
I won't make do with any of the original creepypasta characters involving themselves into our lives. No Ben, no Jeff, no Slenderman, no Zalgo, no Puppeteer, no Sally, no Lazari, no Lulu, no Dollmaker, no Frank, no Nina, no Jack, no Zero, no Jack, etc. Though they can take a small part in your character's backstory.
Plot
First each character is doing their own thing, resting or killing or whatever else they do in free time, rolling in blood, whatever. We each go to a house to kill a person. Surprise surprise, we all coincidentally ended up with the same target in the same house. At first, we get into a huge bloody fight, no one trusting anyone else. Then, once we realize we're all good hearted killers here, we start talking and strike up a friendship. Police start arriving to investigate the noise complaints, and we all run away together, but now we're stuck together. The rest is for us to build and work up, deciding what to do next, who to kill next, and who we can and can't trust. It's hard these days, trusting people, especially knowing that a force more evil than even them is lurking, kidnapping creepypasta after creepypasta. Who will be next? Who is on your side?
Eh I just wanna roleplay creepypasta, seems like someone hasn't done it in a while, if ever :o)
Character Sheet
Real name:
Creepypasta name:
Reason they kill:
Quote(s): (Jeff had "go to sleep", Clockworth had "your time is up!" that kind of thing)
Weapon:
Appearance:
Clothes:
Age:
Personality:
Pets (if any):
Short backstory:
Other:
Rules
No godmodding
No spam
No excessive cussing (occasional is fine)
No one-liners
You get the gist.
If you're junior or up I'd prefer if you found a picture for the appearance of your character but it's perfectly fine to just describe their looks in words.
(I've had this thread saved in one of my tabs for months but finally I'm gonna hit the submit button lol)
No need to ask and join, just make your character. All levels of experience is accepted, but if you have any questions just ask. -
Real name: Devon Gessler
Creepypasta name: The Devil Walker
Reason they kill: Blood lust and revenge
Quote(s): Your Game is Over
Weapon: his claws or a machete
Appearance: Human: pale skin, red eyes, short black hair, tall, chubby
Demon:
Clothes: Green Hyrule Hoodie, black jeans, red sneakers, glasses. He loses these in Demon form but gets them back in human
Age: 19
Personality: Dark, angry, mischievous, remorseless and merciless, monotone
Pets: An African Gray Parrot named Klepto
Short backstory: Devon was a person who loved video games and his family. However all his life he was bullied and never given respect from anyone except his family. One day, when walking home, he was kidnapped by a cult and was almost sacrificed. However a demon was summoned instead and it possessed him. Devon was now no more, replaced by the demon who started hunting down all of Devon's bullies and killing them and anyone in the way
Other: Despite the demon, he does still care about his family, who just think he's traveling abroad. -
(sorry I haven't replied to this. I'm making my character and you can make two characters if you want)
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Im fine with one
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Real name: Rowan
Creepypasta name: Little Red
Reason they kill: Obsession with the color red
Quote(s): "What's Your Favorite Color?"
Weapon: Cleaver
Appearance: some parts of her hair is dyed red, her eyes are light gray
Clothes: Red tights, bergundy sweater shirt, red scarf, dark red boots
Age: 11
Personality: Playful, imaginative, bad temper, always needs to get what she wants, greedy, holds a grudge, doesn't forgive easily, devoted, inquisitive
Pets: A coral snake named Crim
Short backstory: Rowan was born colorblind. A miracle was done, a very expensive surgery at age 10, got her the ability to see a little color again. But red was the first and only color she was able to see. Rowan became obsessed with the color, and when she learned that people's insides were red nothing could stop her from becoming a killer who was hooked onto seeing each and every shade of red a person can produce. She started self harming to see it and when everyone thought she was trying to kill herself, they tried to take her away, and Rowan committed her very first mass murder and ran away.
Other: What? Yes.
Real name: Autumn
Creepypasta name: Pumpkin Face
Reason they kill: Revenge and Insanity
Quote(s): "Do You Wanna Laugh Now?"
Weapon: Gardening shears
Appearance:
Clothes:
Age: 17
Personality: Skittish, jumpy, unpredictable, distant, quiet, paranoid, protective
Pets: None, but the same cat sometimes follows her
Short backstory: Autumn was a comedian. One Halloween, she had a gig at a pumpkin patch, to have a few laughs with the families that came to pick pumpkins. Some teenagers came and didn't laugh at any of her jokes. At one point, though, they started laughing loudly, without stopping. Autumn felt nervous, wondering why no one else was questioning the loud laughter from the group. She went away, going into town to ask about the teenagers and the pumpkin patch, and the townspeople were dubious. They said that pumpkin patch was haunted and hasn't been in service for years. When Autumn came back the pumpkin patch the pumpkins we're all rotted and old and no one was there, except the laughing group of teenagers that laughed her to insanity. She snipped off her own head with shears, and she put on the head of a pumpkin so she wouldn't have to hear the laughter.
Other: Gelotophobia -
Shadow 3 NewbieReal name:Â John Henry
Creepypasta name:Â shadow
Reason they kill:Â revenge and insanity
Quote(s): time for you to pay for your mistakes
Weapon:Â ax
Appearance:Â tall dark scard eye Hazel eye
Clothes:Â boots green hoodie black pants and shirt blue scarf gloves
Age:Â 19
Personality:Â dark twisted and animal like
Pets (if any):Â husky named scar
Short backstory:Â meet someone who saw good in him but she killed herself from the bulling she was getting he hunts down her bullys and anyone who gets hurt
Other:Â has multiple personalities disorder -
Shadow 3 NewbieIn the way
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I'll probably join and have a character posted by tomorrow or the next day so save a spot for me please ^^
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Real name: Cerise Gracie Anderson
Creepypasta name: Wysteria
Reason they kill: Vengeance
Quote(s): I cant see.
Weapon: Cleaver or at times common kitchen knives
Appearance: Cerise was birthed with beautiful ginger hair, reaching her shoulders touching the white sleeves of her bloodied dress. Her irises green and dull, given from her deceased mother. Cerise has freckles spread from her nose to her cheekbones defining her perfectly pale skin. Her form is slim, her left arm gone but, doesnt stop her from killing others. Her right eye is also gone, covered with her medical eyepatch she refuses to take off.
Clothes: The sleeves of her mid-length dress that fell just above her knees were white, with blood stains, tight at the end of the sleeves. Her white color had been covered from blood from her eye that tends to bleed often. Her skirt was brown, as well as her button-up vest. At the edge of her dress was a styled black lace. Ripped white knee length socks reached her knees, and she wore black shoes, belonging to her uniform school once again.
Age: 12 years old
Personality:
Cerise Gracie Anderson was a gentle girl and kind girl. She was playful and sweet, as folk tended to adore the youngster. Her kind personality died off after certain events. Cerise became bitter, suicidal, and full of greed. Cerise had made insults towards herself and others, saying they were all meant to die and everything was a lie. Cerise was predictable and as bitter as she is, Cerise can be kind to victims who could relate and be similar to her events, where she would feel pity and become kind.
Pets (if any): None
Short backstory:
Cerise Gracie Anderson was a young girl, living in a small town knowing all the folk until a new man moved into town. Cerise never met the man but, heard rumors for he was said weird and odd, different from the people in town. After a year, Cerise was walking home from school one day and a white van pulled near her. Not minding it often, since she walked with friends home, Cerise eventually forgot the van. Before she knew it, walking alone down the sidewalk. The van stopped, and a man with a mask approached. Promising that he had harmed her mother if she didnt come, Cerise agreed to the terms of the man.
When gotten to the home, Cerise was murdered and butchered. Her flesh eaten and sold, Cerises soul refused to leave. The man said she was long dead, rotting in the playroom of his house. Cerise was alive once more, her body rotting as she was able to move and speak but, not as well as others. Cerise used the cleaver used to cut her arm off to kill her kidnapper. Since then, she has killed people who were murderers, who were as evil as her murderer.
Other: None
Real Name: Hazel Jones
Creepypasta Name: Quitter
Reason they kill: Rebirth
Quote(s): Quit, quit, quit, just quit!
Weapon: Hazel Jones is located on the computers having been turned into a game from her murder case, Hazel Jones had turned up around the computer. She inserts herself into a downloadable file of any game of any persons choice. She allows the virus to control the computer and the persons mind. First, she gives error messages, saying insults, Error 43774073
Youre sitting there, avoiding everyone because you quit on life, so did I, were both Quitters. The messages get more and more hazardous as she continues to insult and eventually drive the person to insanity, ending up killing themselves. Once her victim has died, she enters their name into the game doc files, has said they had won the game.
Appearance: Hazel Jones had the longest of black hair, reaching her waist. Her eyes of blue, and the palest of skin. She was thin and looked ill. Around her eyes were purple, showing decay, and her nails yellow. Her teeth were yellow, and she had a crooked smile. Hazel stands odd, and crooked almost like a ghost but, she is far worst and very real.
Clothes: Hazels hair is pulled back with a red ribbon. Her white dress reached her ankles, resembling one of a nightgown. She wore no socks, no shoes, her feet covered in cuts from walking place to place.
Age: 15 years old
Personality: Shes a kind girl, for most of the part. With a rude tongue and an insecure girl, for she was forced into situations she didnt want. Hazel is rude for those who bullied, and for the parents who were harmful, disrespectful. Hazel doesnt care for others who were similar to her, all she wanted was for people to be rebirthed.
Pets: None
Short backstory:
Hazel was pushed to suicide at the age of thirteen. Mistreated, Hazel found happiness in the depths of others, tending to keep to herself. She played games, adoring them until people became cruel. She believed afterward, that people need to be rebirthed, to find true happiness, to be forgiven, and to be kind to others. Hazel never receiving the help she required to become better, Hazel committed suicide at the age of fifteen. She took her spirit into the computer until her body reaccepted her soul. Functioning much like Cerise, Hazel was more broken and crippled than her.
Other: None -
Those are all great characters, guys! We start in a few days so if anyone else wants to join, now is your chance!
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Shadow 3 NewbieI edited my character it makes sense know
Real name:Â John Henry
Creepypasta name:Â shadow
Reason they kill:Â revenge and insanity
Quote(s): sorry does it hurt looks like it does
Weapon:Â ax hellfire ax
Appearance:Â tall dark scard eye Hazel eye pitch black skin firey red eyes large black wings clawed hands
Clothes:Â boots green hoodie black pants and shirt blue scarf gloves
Age:Â 19
Personality:Â dark twisted and animal like scary
Pets (if any):Â husky named scar
Short backstory:Â meet someone who saw good in him but she killed herself from the bulling she was getting he hunted down her bullys and anyone who gets in his way
Other:Â has multiple personalities disorder rarely speaks has demonic side accompaed by the spirit of his dead girlfriend and at times give her a physical form with his demonic powers -
Sort for the long wait guys. I'm starting now. There isn't a posting order.)
Rowan shuffled from under the bed. She had been there for a few hours. This bedroom was so colorless, no red in sight. The only thing keeping her nerves in check was the red of her large knife, always red and ever ready in her hand for a fresh new shade of the color. The redless one was laying above her, probably sleeping. She couldn't be sure, because for the first hour or two when they came in to get in bed they tapped away at their phone. Tap, tap, tap. Rowan wasn't sure whether he fell asleep or if he just pulled out his headphones. Rowan preferred killing people when they were asleep nowadays, so they were less likely to scream and cause trouble.
Autmn scratched at the window of the target. She had heard him earlier, talking away with his friends. They had told the story of Pumpkin Face and they laughed, not believing it, thinking she was a joke. She had followed him home. She was gonna give him something to laugh at. Her pumpkin face smiled broadly, the last face he'd see before she snipped off his own head. He eventually came to investigate the stratching, while a certain someone under his bed gasped in surprise because she was just about to jump out at the redless one but the scratching at the window woke him up. Rowan sneered angrily at whatever ruined her chance to see beautiful red. -
Devon walked though the forest looking for the house of a bully. He looked though the darkness at the house not seeing anyone else in the vicinity. He unsheathed his machete and walked towards the house to kill the person living there.
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Cerise stared intently at the moving boy, her gaze following after him. She stood in his closet, the soft light peering in as the darkness of the closet kept her hidden from sight. Her breathing was slow as her lifeless green irises danced around the room. Her fingers unclutched and clenched against the handle of her clever. Cerise had made sure to keep her bandages tight around her constant bleeding arm. She made no mind of the blood that dripped down her cool, smooth pale skin. Cerise licked her lips in anticipation, waiting for a moment to strike. Though, she wasn't the only one to have arrived at the scene. That damned tapping annoyed her, and the gasp of someone near had upset her. Therefore, Cerise stood silently in the closet, her brows furrowed in anger.
Hazel remained in the computer file, waiting for the boy to attempt to play her game. She cracked her fingers, the boy unhearing for she remained inside his computer, in the files. Hazel licked her slips, rather bored. The dead girl would have far more fun with her actual form that remained lifeless by the back door. Transmitting her soul into the file, Hazel ran her dirt nails against the smooth screen that kept her caged inside the computer. She's been waiting for hours, and she was sure to have more fun with her next victim. Hazel huffed, her gaze towards her pale hands. ''H-How boring..'' She crooked, her throat still healing from the time period of being presumed dead. -
Shadow 3 NewbieJohn hid in the darkest Conner of the room blending into the shadows waiting to for the right time to make his move gripping his ax tighter his demonic side was becoming impatient he wishpered to himself not yet he looked around the room looking for that tapping noise
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