Welcome, citizens, to Dystopia.

Dystopia is the affectionate nickname for the city Upstairs, the realm Between, where all of the monsters - ghosts, ghouls, aberrations, angels, demons and the like - that lurk in and around our world can come to live like the mortals Downstairs do, or at least attempt to.

For some, this city is simply a middle ground for working purposes, giving closer access to mortal prey or entertainment. For others, this is an existence as close as they can get to their former lives. Many citizens of Dystopia manage double lives, working jobs both Up and Downstairs, maintaining social lives and families. All have their own reasons for being here.

What are yours?

Rules

So, let's lay down a few things.

This is likely going to be a Mature RP due to the nature of the city itself. Sex, drugs and violence are par for the course, and I will allow swearing and violence within any bounds that do not actively disturb the other characters.

This is also a Literate RP, so I require that members treat is as such. I would really hate to kick somebody out for abhorrent grammar, one-liners or powerplaying.

If your character is particularly powerful, I ask that you check with me first, so I can approve them. It would be no fun and unfair to other people if one character was essentially a Demigod.

Other than that, have fun! I will address obvious problems as they show up/as I see them.

Basic Character Format

Name: Alias(s): Age (Physical or Actual): Gender(s): Species: Usual Locations: General Alignment: Job/Duties: Abilities: Weaknesses: Appearance (As detailed or plain as you like): Other/Miscellaneous:

, I figured I'd give this a shot. I've always wanted to do a group rp, so here goes!

Skeleton: Name: Talia Sabrina Gage Alias: Usually goes by Sabrina. Very few know her first name. Age: 26 (physically); 4213 (actual [too old?]) Gender: Female Species: Phoenix Usual Locations: Her time is split almost evenly between Upstairs and Downstairs, since she requires little sleep. General Alignment: Neutral good. She doesn't like to get involved in situations that don't directly concern her, but once she does, she always tries to do the right thing. Job/Duties: Sabrina works as a therapist Downstairs. She has a degree in psychology and specializes in dealing with cases of self-harm in teenagers and young adults. Abilities: Sabrina isn't the like the typical phoenix most people think of, those majestic flaming birds that are reborn every 1000 years. No, they died off a long time ago. But she is one of their few direct descendants. She's not indestructible like her ancestors, but she isn't a weakling, either. She is stronger than most humans and has advanced eyesight. Her mainstay, though, is her ability to control emotions. She can't control what others say or do, but she can project auras which make people feel whatever she wants them to. She usually only uses her powers in her office, to help calm her patients. Weaknesses: Sabrina's powers can sometimes take a toll on her physically if she uses them too often without rest. She is also vulnerable to certain types of water magic (a throwback to her ancestors), and she is rendered almost entirely helpless by demons and dark magic. Her forefathers were agents of peace and light, and as a consequence, being around dark or evil creatures for too long can drain her. Appearance: Talia is 5'7, very slim and slender, but not without obvious curves. She has tanned skin and bright, multi-hued orange eyes which are a dead giveaway to her species. As a result she usually wears contacts Downstairs. She has long blood red hair (another homage to her ancestors), but she usually casts a spell to make it appear black when she goes Downstairs. She has a tattoo of a phoenix dragon on her lower back along with an Eye of Horus on her right wrist. She can usually be seen wearing black as she feels that color compliments her best. On rare occasions she will wear white or yellow, but she usually shies away from other colors when she's Upstairs because of her hair and eyes. Sabrina usually also dresses modestly as she prefers to "give a man something to dream about." Other/Miscellaneous: Personality: Sabrina is one of those quiet and shy types. Extremely analytical by nature, she can always been seen looking around the room, scoping everything out. Once you get to know her, though, you'll find that she's very sweet and kind with a sarcastic sense of humor. She's the friend who's worth their weight in gold. She always has an ear to listen and a shoulder to cry on, hence her work as a therapist. She's compassionate to a fault and is an optimist at heart. She always believes in finding the good in every situation. Cross her at your own risk, because once she's been betrayed she will expend all her time and energy getting even. And she always gets even. She's also a bit of a freak in the sheets, but very few have ever seen that side of her first hand.

That was way longer than I intended. -_-;

Alright! Since somebody is interested, I'll go ahead and throw in my boys.

Name: Daniel Hayes Alias(s): Pestilence, Harbinger, "Pest" Age: 26 Gender: Male Species: Third Harbinger of the Apocalypse (Descendent), Human Usual Location: Downstairs General Alignment: Neutral Job/Duties: Charged with spread, creation and incubation of disease; video store clerk Abilities: Carrier of all known human disease, with minor control over spreading or creating specific illnesses Weaknesses: He constantly suffers from non-fatal versions and symptoms of the diseases he carries. This sometimes keeps him incapacitated for days or weeks at a time, as he is not allowed to enter hospitals (for obvious reasons). This makes it difficult for him to hold down any Downstairs jobs for very long. Appearance: 5'11", average build. His complexion is very sickly and pale, and he usually has inflamed red irritation around his eyes and nose due to being sick literally always. He often appears lanky and malnourished, and his slouching posture and oversized clothes do nothing to help this image. He usually dresses in shades of gray. Other/Miscellaneous: He is a chain smoker who has trouble maintaining friendships due to his poor attitude, aside from his roommates, Kiriel and Mordecai.

Name: Mordecai Samuel MacDonald Alias(s): Mort Age: 23 at death Gender: Male Species: Ghost, Zombie (current) Usual Location: Daniel's Apartment General Alignment: Neutral Job/Duties: N/A Abilities: Able to possess and control living or deceased human bodies Weaknesses: He refuses to admit or accept that he died, and thus will not leave his old body despite its state of obvious decomposition. His smell makes it hard for him to go anywhere in public, and he cannot get a job because he is legally dead. Appearance: 5'4", ginger with green eyes (pre-death). Now has thick cataracts and his skin has dulled considerably due to being a corpse. Kiriel and Daniel take him on frequent trips to Upstairs taxidermists, who keep him looking (and smelling) as fresh as possible given the circumstances. Usually dresses in large, concealing clothing when in public. Other/Miscellaneous: Rarely leaves Daniel's apartment.

Name: Kiriel the Devourer Alias(s): The Devourer, Eater of Man, "Kyle" Age: Roughly 5000, appears 20 Gender: None, appears/chooses to be "male" Species: Angel Usual Location: When Downstairs; Fast food chains, restaurants, market stalls, grocery stores, Daniel's apartment General Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Job/Duties: Punish and devour gluttunous mortal souls Abilities: Flight, enhanced strength, bottomless stomach Weaknesses: Only grows sated on the flesh of mortals, which he hates the taste of, so he is almost always seen with an abundance of human food. Appearance: 6'1", handsome European features, light tan, dark wavy black hair cut in a "modern fashion". Conceals enormous gray feathered wings, but can unfold them if he feels like being particularly melodramatic. Dresses in acceptable "modern fashion" attire based on men he sees in magazines. Other/Miscellaneous: Generally pleasant when not working, terribly unpleasant while on the job.

Here he is! Hope he's okay.

Name: Tsirisis Alias(s): None Age (Physical or Actual): Really Goddamn Old Gender(s): Is usually referred to as male; actually has no gender Species: Manticore Usual Locations: Downstairs; anywhere he can corner and terrorize humans General Alignment: Neutral Evil Job/Duties: None, really; he pretty much devours whoever he wants until he is sated and people watches the other half of the time. Being so old, he knows quite a bit, and if you're smart enough to avoid getting eaten by him, he may tell you something interesting. Abilities: Wrapping shadows around himself to conceal his form in the dark, excellent sense of smell and hearing (he can hear heartbeats and smell fear), extremely deadly poison that he can manipulate within the victim (either to kill them, or to control them), the ability to speak with the dead, raising the dead, controlling animals associated with death, etc. While he has these many abilities, he isn't prone to showing them off and using them. Weaknesses: Loud noises and strong scents; due to his sense of smell and hearing, he is very sensitive to them. He is also not a fan of sunlight because he can't find many places to hide in comfortably. Large bodies of running water (he is very catlike as far as water goes, and rivers make him uneasy as he is constrained by their symbolism of life). Bells also annoy him, and he will kill any roosters he finds, though it's not so much a problem in the city. Appearance: In his true form he is a very large, feline-esque beast. His head is broad and filled with sharp teeth in three rows; because he has so many teeth, he constantly looks like he is grinning. Tsirisis' head is covered in multiple, glowing yellow eyes. A row of haphazard spines travels down his back that he can raise or lower according to mood; his tail is like a scorpions'. The claws on his feet are always out. His skin is grey with black stripes but very patchy from his age. While Tsirisis can shift himself into a human form, he rarely uses it, instead preferring one of a rangy old grey striped tomcat. As a human, he prefers to look like a homeless man to draw less attention to himself. He doesn't take much care in the appearance and retains the broad mouth, yellow eyes, and claws of his true form, but hides his face under a hood. Other/Miscellaneous: Tsirisis loves libraries and will slink under their doors after hours to read on occasion, even if he has read the entire collection multiple times. He also finds science a curious thing and has earned himself a place in the science department of the local university as their mascot for dropping in on their classes and labs in his feline shape (a few times some students tried to kill him just out of pure malice; obviously not realizing what he was, so he ate them).

Today was not a usual day. That is not to say that most days in this part of town were usual, considering the concentration of ghouls, flesheaters and other supernatural citizens that frequented it. However, this particular day was slightly more unusual than what now passed for normal.

Kiriel, Immortal Devourer of Man, was bored.

This was a strange state of being for a creature as long-lived as himself, and he knew it was also very dangerous for a flesh-devouring angel of punishment to be feeling restless. It rarely boded well for the ones Above if he - or his Downstairs relatives - were feeling antsy among mortals. It was actually rather uncommon for members of his species to be anything but content and complacent with their current situation (and all angels knew by example what happened to those of their ilk who asked too many questions), but Kiriel had never been ordinary, even by heavenly standards. He normally had solutions at hand to keep him entertained on a daily basis, but all of those plans had recently flown out the window. Daniel had woken up vomiting blood today, and both of his roommates had needed to stay indoors to care for him. Kiriel had planned to explore some new restaurants in the city today, but by the time his friend had recovered enough stamina to not need constant attention, it was well past standard business hours.

This left Kiriel alone, in one of his less-favored disguises, sitting on a curb under a streetlight. He was bored, he was worried, and he was hungry.

Name: Elissa Alias(s): Ellie Age (Physical or Actual): Several thousand years old, 24 years into this cycle Gender(s): Female Species: Classic Western Dragon, can morph to an elven form to fool most humans Downstairs Usual Locations: Upstairs General Alignment: Benevolent Job/Duties: Does as she pleases, but works as a bartender Downstairs Abilities: Immortal, can shapeshift some, and able to blow fire through her nostrils. Nor her mouth, her nostrils. Weaknesses: Physically, she's looming and impressive, but she's a softie at heart, and weak to the plights of others. Appearance (As detailed or plain as you like): Other/Miscellaneous: I know the skelly ins't too detailed, but I like to kinda play my characters out. I'll begin IC posts once this is approved.

Sounds good, go ahead and add her in.

Ellie was headed to her bartending job. She was thankful of the fad these humans had for dying their hair, it explained her natural purple and also conveniently covered her ears. I wish I could just be human... She was always afraid that she'd get caught. Muttering to herself about being paranoid and enveloped in her own thoughts, she stumbled into a man. "Er, hello. I'm sorry, I didn't notice you there." She intended to go on her way, but something made her stop. He was not like the other humans. She turned around again briefly, awaiting his reply.

It had been a long day for Talia. She had to deal with five patients, all severely suicidal, and all of them had to be committed. She locked up and put her head in her hands. She was beginning to feel drained again. She needed time to herself, so she slipped out the back door and headed Upstairs to her apartment. Talia went inside and passed out on the couch. After a few hours of what was supposed to pass for sleep, she got up and decided to head out for a bite to eat.

(Sorry it's so short. I've got a bit of writers' block.)

((has this died? It looks very interesting))