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This roleplay will feature violence, sexual themes, explicit language, possible gore, and fuck knows what else.
Introduction
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It was the same night of drinking at some dive, with $1 shots, $2 rails, and a bartender named Cletus. The same night they fucked in the backseat of their woody station-wagon; the same night the after party was at Erla Mae's, a toothless pothead who somehow made enough of a living to shack up in a trailer. It would all be in vain.
Then again, when are these done outside of one's own, disgusting vanity? Constant intoxication! Mindless sex! Passing the Dutch! Who else would one do those for?
Their son at home? The one who was cooking his own dinner that night from the scraps left in the refrigerator. The one who aced all his classes, led the groups he was a member of, and was the high school's track star.
No. Fuck him, right? He's seventeen, he can handle life on his own, especially when there's alcohol to drown in and pills to swallow.
They stumbled into their dark kitchen, around 4AM as usual. The refrigator's hum was shallow, but the only sound to resonate the seemingly empty home. "Lights off if your not in the room or awake." Mommy dearest, the drunken slob, would say. Tiptoeing across the house, though they were ten times louder than they imagined, they took off their smoke filtered coats.
Dad went upstairs, mumbling something about "women's inability to be whores past blah blah blah..." While my mother, though intoxicated with all the poisons one could legally take (and, some, illegally), was still maternal enough to check on her baby. Her son.
The one that was left to do his laundry that night. The one who did the dishes. The one who passed Calculus, on his way to be valedictorian.
The crack under her son's bedroom door allowed a dim light to saturate the wooden floor before it.
Lights on?! At this hour?
"Marc..." She whispered and slurred as she turned the knob, pushing her way through the door frame.
That's when I was found in my closet. A jump rope was my braided nylon necklace, hanging securely from the ceiling. My eyes bulged and I reeked of postmortem shit. My feet dangled half a foot above the floor. It's funny how close you can be to life, but still die.
I suppose you have to have the correct humour to find that hilarious.
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It's only been a couple weeks after I offed myself, and I took up a job as a gas station clerk. The scar around my neck is purple and obvious, but I have no turtlenecks. There are people with worse scars than mine, so I find myself fortunate...in a way. Most everyone I run into, since barely anyone drives here, are drunken lowlifes that are on the prowl for midnight munchies.
The convenient store of purgatory.
How dull.
They say there's a certain place for people who commit suicide. I suppose this is an appropriate punishment. It's the closest you can get to your old life, just a little worse. No one can smile. I've tried. It's like trying to wiggle your ears or curl your tongue though you just can't do it. The only people here are the one's that already had it figured out they didn't want to live any more. Depressing S.O.B.s.
I would off myself again, but I fear the next place will just be worse.
Instead, the life of grey skies, grey people and grey attitudes is what I'll "live" with.
Plot
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A group of seemingly unrelated people, in this God forsaken place, are looking for answers. Looking for help. Looking for...shit, something to do. The nice thing about a place like this is that, in the most obvious ways, everyone has something in common. They all killed themselves.
Offed themselves before God, or anyone else, could do it.
News comes about the supposed "King", whom no one has met, will debut a 'miracle'. This obviously draws an interest in most, as others are looking to find the people in charge for the help they so desperately need in this place that lacks hope.
So tell me. How did you OFF yourself?
Rules
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Even in a land where no one seems to give a flying fuck anymore, there's still some laws that need to be lain on you.
New characters are always welcome; I don't have a set limit for how many people I want in the RP.
No godmodding, blah blah blah. But, as GM, I hold the right to dabble in the possible arts of godmodding.
I'm not going to try to impose any kind of posting limit; post as often as you wish, as long as you are progressing the story and not just spamming. If you're trying to have a conversation with another character, do it through PM, then consolidate it all into one post. That way you don't end up spamming the IC thread with short posts.
Even with the no spamming rule, I do want you posting. Post at the very least once a week, or else I'll remove you from the roleplay. If you can't handle that, I don't need your inactivity holding the rest of us back.
There is a limit of ONE character per player in this RP. Death is, surprisingly, a possibility here. Once your character is dead, you may create another character sheet.
All story characters are pending my approval.
Add the word "sassafras" somewhere in your CS so I know you read this.
Constructive criticism, questions, and suggestions are allowed and encouraged! However, per Forum Rules, flaming ("criticism" without substance) is never permitted.
Literacy is key in this RP. Spelling! Grammar! Punctuation! Oh my! A minimum post length of two paragraphs is HIGHLY preferred. I also encourage reading, and re-reading, each potential post.
PM me your character sheet rather than posting it here.
As always, the most important rule: Be open-minded and have fun!
Character Sheet
Impress me, please. Replace all parenthesized sections with your character's information.
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[center][b]This is how I see myself in the mirror:[/b] (Descriptive explanation of character's appearance, or photograph. Sorry, no anime/toons/drawings. PICTURES please.)
[b]You can call me[/b] (ENTER CHARACTER'S NAME). [b]I was the ripe age of[/b] (ENTER CHARACTER'S AGE) [b]when I offed myself[/b]. [b]Do you really want to know how I offed myself? Well...[/b] (ENTER how character killed him/herself. BE VERY BRIEF. i.e.: "I overdosed." "I stuck a gun in my mouth and pulled the trigger." "I sliced my wrists." THIS is meant to be brief, the story behind it is meant to be in the IC!)
[b]I've got a personality, you know.[/b] (OKAY, here's what will separate the weak from the strong. Again, I'm not looking for overly descriptive--like why they're such-and-such a way, again meant for the IC--but I want to see your ability and thoughts here. ENTER CHARACTER'S PERSONALITY, TRAITS, HABITS, ETC.)
[b]Used by[/b] (ENTER YOUR USERNAME)
The Damned
Aiden (Malice)
This is how I see myself in the mirror:
You can call me Aiden Akins. I was the ripe age of 24 when I offed myself. Do you really want to know how I offed myself? Well... it went a little something like this: gun, head, trigger, boom, gone.
I've got a personality, you know. I don't guarantee that you'll like it, however. I'm quite a bit... phobic, if you know what I mean. Clowns, dead people, papercuts, plasma screen TVs, samurais, heavy metal music, guitars... the list goes on. I don't leave home often, considering I'm scared of being outside and cars and people and... well, you get the picture. Hell, the only reason I had the gun in the first place was because I'm more scared of being attacked than I am of accidentally shooting myself. Then again, this time wasn't exactly "accidental".
When I'm not being afraid of everything, I'm kind of an asshole. Snarky, sarcastic, a whole bunch of other s-words (maybe a bit of shithead thrown in there somewhere). All have been used to describe me at some point. On the internet, where I tend to spend most of my time, I'm completely different. Fearless. Strong. There has only been one person that has been able to see completely through my defences, completely disarm me in every way. But that's a story for another time.
Overall, I guess I'm a man of varied attitudes. Well, used to be. I'm still afraid here in this new world... but what is there to be afraid of in a world where everyone's just like you?
Used by Malice
Olivier (ravenroses)
This is how I see myself in the mirror:
You can call me Olivier Marsden I was the ripe age of 21 when I offed myself. Do you really want to know how I offed myself? Well... I drank one too many pretty cocktails or pills and alcohol.
I've got a personality, you know. I can be tough to handle. I love to start a fight and to yell. I take pride in being a bitch and letting people know about it. There isn't anything I fear, except needles. Nothing is allowed to stick me like that ever. With that said, I live(d) rather dangerously. I did many kinds of drugs, had sex of any kind and believed that I'd die tomorrow. There was no stopping me.
I never stayed indoors for too long. I always had to be out and about. Sometimes I forgot who my parents were or even what my own house looked like. I also have trouble sitting still. My body won't let me. I need to move or play with something or even sing to keep myself sane. I always heard I had a shitty singing voice but I never cared. It pissed more people off and that's what makes me happiest.
Used by ravenroses
Noah (Zephyr)
This is how I see myself in the mirror:
You can call me Noah, My Full Name is Hatefuck Noah Rivers, so... please just Noah. I was the ripe age of nineteen when I offed. Do you really want to know how I offed myself? Well... When they siad I had to dig a little deeper, I'm not sure they meant with a hunting knife... I've got a personality, you know. I'm a pretty curious person, you know? I like finding stuff out, like what it's like to die, too bad its so boring. Anyway I like music and drawing. But that's not what you care about right? I'm sarcastic and just full of black humor. I don't like you, you don't like me. That's just the way I see it. Thanks to my wonderful dad, I trust none. Always have my guard up, and good luck getting through it. There was this one time... Nah forget it.
Oh, and by the way... Sassafrass. Ain't that a great word?
Used by Zephyr
Lyndon (Kira8571)
This is how I see myself in the mirror:
You can call me Lyndon Snyder. I was the ripe age of 17 when I offed myself. Do you really want to know how I offed myself? Well... I overdosed.
I've got a personality, you know. I'm not going to lie, I can be a bastard. I do what I want when I want. I never spent more then a week at a time anywhere. Yeah, I've done stupid stuff and I don't happen to care. I started experiment when I was younger and I ran away.
But I'm actually a pretty nice guy. I'll help you out if you ask nicely, but I have a short temper, and I guess that's what started getting me off. I never mean to be an ass to people, but that happens a lot. I always end up feeling bad about it, but I won't say anything to you.
I know I got a bunch of different personalities, but I guess that's what I'm in for since I have Multi Personality Disorder. I have my mean asshole side, and my Mr. Nice Guy side. I can't control them, so don't expect me to. If I do something mean, and I don't remember it when you bring it up, it was my other side.
Used by Kira8571
Rhianne (NightmareDollx)
This is how I see myself in the mirror:
You can call me Rhianne Lorrie Odelle. I was the ripe age of eighteen when I offed myself. Do you really want to know how I offed myself? Well... I tied a noose around my throat and jumped.
I've got a personality, you know. I was generally the not so quiet girl. I liked to be in with everyone else, liked to socialise with all my friends. Nobody ever called me anti social, it was just the way that I was. Wanting to spend time with everyone, wanting to be friendly. I am sure thats not a bad thing. Bubbly and excitable is how I would refer to myself.
Used by NightmareDollx
Sarah (Midnight Star)
This is how I see myself in the mirror:
You can call me Sarah Silver. I was the ripe age of 18 when I offed myself. Do you really want to know how I offed myself? Well... Daddy's knife + my wrists= well, you know.
I've got a personality, you know. I'm not really what most people would call sociable. I have always been the weird girl. I love books, music, and photography. I never go anywhere without my camera, It was around my neck even as I was dying.
Used by Midnight Star
Teal (fightwolf)
This is how I see myself in the mirror:
You can call me Teal Smythesson. I was the ripe age of 19 when I offed myself. Do you really want to know how I offed myself? Well... I kept swimming and didn't look back.
I've got a personality, you know. I'm a lover, not a fighter, almost to the point of it being a flaw. I don't even like squishing mosquitoes. I'm what people think of as eccentric, strange, abnormal... I mean, I take self-portraits with road kill and for Halloween last year, I dressed up as a bee keeper. I tend not to talk a lot until I do, and when that happens, people don't really pay much attention. They just don't seem to see things the same way I do. I like making random animal sounds to keep myself company, and I don't even want to get into the time my dad caught me sneaking in naked from running through the woods.
Used by fightwolf
Sam (ParadoxInABox)
This is how I see myself in the mirror:
You can call me Sam Rollins. I was the ripe age of 18 when I offed myself. Do you really want to know how I offed myself? Well... I jumped off the Golden Gate Bridge. I've got a personality, you know. An artist, that was what Sam was. She loved drawing, painting, creating things out of playdough. Though, she had more of a fascination with architecture than anything else. She loved staring at buildings and studying their shapes and what story they told through their walls. As well, she loved reading but never those silly love novels. What a bore. She loved the chunky books filled with depth and meaning. She was a quiet person, though she could never stop talking about anything artistic once someone got her started. She was kind, thoughtful, but silly as well. Jeez, what an eulogy.
Used by ParadoxInABox
Riley (Ryan.)
This is how I see myself in the mirror:
You can call me Riley Spencer or Spen. I was the ripe age of 16 when I offed myself. Do you really want to know how I offed myself? Well... I drank bleach and sliced open my wrsists, just to be sure. I've got a personality, you know. I am often quite dry and sarcastic, though I can be quite sweet. I'm incredibly nihilistic but I've accepted and moved past this, then made a plan of action - you know, the whole offing myself thing. I grow bored of things very easily, not from a small attention span, but from a mind too advanced for trivial things. I tend not to speak to people I dislike, and if I do speak to people I dislike, it will be with cutting insults. I never second guess anything, I never regret anything. I'm full of angst and anarchy - an archetypal adolescent.
Used by Ryan.
Olive (torridtraveler)
This is how I see myself in the mirror:
You can call me Olive. I was the ripe age of 17 when I offed myself. Do you really want to know how I offed myself? Well... I munched some flowers. They munched me back. I've got a personality, you know. I am a well educated logical young woman with a wild side. As the daughter of two over-protective doctors I felt the need to break free and live with no limits but my own. I was not stupid about it. A carefully scrutinized plan was supposed to bring my lover and I the freedom of death. However, there were unforeseeable complications and I was revived. I enter this world after my second attempt at suicide. In a panicked attempt to reunite with my lover on the other side of death I prove to be more of an opportunist than a planner.
I am just plain tired of being bored. I am not a boring person, but I seem to suffer from a perpetual lack of enthusiasm. I don't joke unless sarcasm counts, and I am not particularly amused with people who think they are funny. I like dank weed and stiff drinks. In life I was interested in escaping; in the afterlife I realize I don't quite know myself.
Used by torridtraveler
Jasmine (Eternal * Breath)
This is how I see myself in the mirror:
You can call me Jasmine Aleyen
I was the ripe age of 17 when I offed myself.
Do you really want to know how I offed myself? Well... Syringe + Drano, you do the math…
I've got a personality, you know. I guess you could say that I’m a normal teen, if you saw me from a distance. I’m quiet and kind of shy… The only difference is that voice; that horrible, mean voice that tells me what to do… yup you guessed it! I am schizophrenic. The pills help sometimes, mostly giving me a headache and distracting me…Besides the voice, sure I had other problems in my life, friends problems, school and family ones… I didn’t plan to off myself…. I guess I finally listened to the voice…
Used by Eternal * Breath
(RP blatantly stolen from borrowed from an old forumer I knew as Puck, who borrowed it from "Wristcutters: A Love Story. <3)
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Oh I remember this! Too bad I can't remember my character...
This is how I see myself in the mirror:
You can call me Olivier Marsden I was the ripe age of 21 when I offed myself. Do you really want to know how I offed myself? Well... I drank one too many pretty cocktails or pills and alcohol.
I've got a personality, you know. I can be tough to handle. I love to start a fight and to yell. I take pride in being a bitch and letting people know about it. There isn't anything I fear, except needles. Nothing is allowed to stick me like that ever. With that said, I live(d) rather dangerously. I did many kinds of drugs, had sex of any kind and believed that I'd die tomorrow. There was no stopping me.
I never stayed indoors for too long. I always had to be out and about. Sometimes I forgot who my parents were or even what my own house looked like. I also have trouble sitting still. My body won't let me. I need to move or play with something or even sing to keep myself sane. I always heard I had a shitty singing voice but I never cared. It pissed more people off and that's what makes me happiest.
Used by ravenroses
You don't only belong to yourself, you know. I doubt there is a single person in this world that belongs only to himself. When someone makes a connection there is always something shared. And so people will never be completely free. It's that which brings out fun, and sadness and love.
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Hello. It has come to my attention that your roleplay is not yet posted in the Directory. In the directory, you can fill out a short form to post so that members can easily find a roleplay that is accepting characters. Having your roleplay posted in the Directory is not required by any means, but it is recommended.
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i've got another confession to make; i'm your fool
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Your character is accepted, ravenroses.
Change of rules, btw; I'd prefer people PMed their character sheets to me, and post in the thread saying they will, and I will add your character to the first post if they are accepted.
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RAWR!!! My sheet ish coming. By the by, as I brought up before at the old locale. This is based on a movie, Wristcutters: A love story. Shouldn't it be in the fanfiction section? Just sayin... :/
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If you'd like to Advertise this Roleplay please shoot me a PM. We can include you on Twitter, our Facebook, and/or the Mass E-mail. You can also request to be Roleplay of the Week when they comes back into business. Just PM me with a few sentences of description and I'll do what I can!
Also, if you have yet to do this. I suggest you post your Roleplay in the Directory.
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This is how I see myself in the mirror:
You can call me Lyndon Snyder. I was the ripe age of 17 when I offed myself. Do you really want to know how I offed myself? Well... I overdosed
I've got a personality, you know. quiet and shy, yet willing to fight for everything he believes in. Happy the way he is and doesnt want to chage for anyone. Bites on his lip by habit
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Advanced
Favorite RP Genre
RPs played like a story.
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Chrome
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Yes
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Your character is rejected; not only did you ignore two of the rules (which leads me to believe that you didn't even read them), but your CS doesn't really seem to have much substance.
thank you lord jesus for these two lesbians doin it