Ferryman
- Locked due to inactivity on Apr 9, '23 3:54am
Thread Topic: Ferryman
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hmm, maybe me?
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@curo, sure!
also @rav, sorry for the late reply :’) we’ll start once everyone’s situated and ready -
Name: Devin
Age when death occurred: 18
Gender: Demi-boy
Orientation: Pansexual
Religion: aethist
Skills/talents: ax-throwing, playing drums, and writing poems or stories.
Appearance (in first life): tan-ish colored skin, black hair with red streaks, red eyes, a red shirt with a black dragon design and black jeans.
Personality (+): creative, insightful, quiet, introvert.
Personality (-): pessimistic, hateful, rude.
Bio: He grew up in Australia, was abused by his father, ran away and eventually joined up with a few other runaways and orphans in Texas.His best friend died in a fire, his boyfriend in a horrid car crash, his other friend was killed in a shooting and he ended up taking his own life while he was in a mental hospital.
Other (1): took his own life.
Other (2):
Other (3): -
all good
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Pronouns for Devin are He/They and he has a nickname, Dev.
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[bump]
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(alr let’s start)
(NPCing for the ferryman btw ^^)
A peculiar, lanky creature deep within the caverns of a substantial cave dipped its hand into the jet black watery depths which lay in the mouth of the hollow; it lifted its chin leisurely, taking the paddle at the side of its rusty, worn down canoe into its hand tentatively. It had no thoughts, no words at the time, though it could feel a profound rising sense; its eyes glistened, clearly ascertained. -
Devin gasped, the pain suddenly over. The only thing they saw was blackness. Cold, hard blackness. It scared him, quite frankly. He remembered what he did, and realized they must be dead.
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Riley was barely conscious. she couldn't feel anything but waves of dark water. upon realizing where she was, memories flooded back to her.
The pain.
The crash.
everything.
She swam as hard as she could to the surface, the only thing in her mind was to find out where she was.
When she reached the surface, she looked at her left arm.
The last thing she remembered before death was that arm getting blown off, then nothing.
The arm looked horrible. It was stitched together like a doll's broken limb and was covered in burns. She couldn't feel any pain, though. Realizing this, she knew she had either died, or was stuck in some form of coma or dream.
She began to check over as much of her body as she could, searching for the killing blow.
This didn't work. The waves of the water made this quite difficult.
So, instead, she began to swim, searching for any sign of land. -
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Nelson was drowned in blindness, the black devouring him. His first instincts were to panic, though he realized he had no purpose to; he had no sight of where he was, or had been, but he was here. Here would be wherever life would take him; if he struggled, the blackness would possess him more. Though, it seemed as if the more he surged, the more he felt moisture, and movement in his limbs… as he continued to move in gentle strokes, feeling heeps of moisture stroke his hands, his head suddenly popped above surface; he burst out breathing, soon realizing the lack of oxygen he had felt previously. He adverted his gaze to the wide, stretching lengths of water which lay in front of him. He shivered slightly, processing it; everything was dark, other than the silver cast glints which topped the water’s gentle ripples.
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Devin tried to remember what happened. Where were they before they died? What happened? All he came up with was blood covering his own hands like it had once, long ago while they still lived in Australia. Was it his? Or had he went back to his murderous tendencies and gotten killed while doing it? They came up with nothing other than the fact that the sense of first knowing what happened had disappeared. He coughed, inhaling in the blackness, terror filling them when he realized it was water. They started thrashing and trying to break the surface, coughing up the water as they did.
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The creature began its deliberate, stable row on the galiot, scanning the overviews of the extents of the wretched waters. So many souls hidden inside; home to liars, criminals, burglars. They all deserved to drown in their despondency, though he hastily reminded himself that souls who may materialize as pure and clean are dirty rats, just like himself. Heaving a forbearing sigh, it gripped the paddle before taking heavy thrusts in the water, feeling the motion engulf the paddle as the slow stroll began.
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She swam, and swam, and swam...
She couldn't see anything.
Only the cold waves of the water, somehow unable to cool down the heat she felt razing her arm. -
A horrid feeling of dread came over Devin, his fear rising. They had no clue where they were.
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