WARNING: This roleplay contains blood and mentions of guns being used to kill innocent people. You have been warned so if these trigger you, don’t join this roleplay
Deep within the dark night of October 28th, 2020 in a small town known as Necromantia, Vaan had been wandering around with his dearest friend at night. However, there was something peculiar about his friend and many rumors have popped up over the years. Some say that the boy’s friend was a witch that cursed the innocent but kept up a facade that they were sweet during the day. Others say that they were a monster in disguise as a human. The rest of the people in the small town of Necromantia either didn’t participate in the rumors or whispered rumors about Vaan’s friend being completely crazy.
Of course, Vaan was unaware of the rumors surrounding his friend. He had just carried on with life as normal until a tragic accident claimed his life. This accident happened on October 30th, 2021. Vaan was walking back to his house in the dead of night alone with a small bouquet of flowers in his arms. Unfortunately, that night was also the night when a man with a firearm had infiltrated the quiet town of Necromantia. Shortly after he had with the firearm had infiltrated, the sound of gunshots being fired filled the air as did the screams of those unfortunate enough to cross the path of the malicious man and his firearm.
Spooked by the sound of gunshots being fired, Vaan started to quickly run towards his house however, he was quickly spotted the the man with the gun who quickly fired a bullet from the firearm at him. Vaan could feel the pain from where the bullet entered his body shortly before he collapsed on the ground. He had dropped the bouquet of flowers that he had been carrying and felt rather sleepy. There was a small pool of crimson liquid around him that was getting larger every few seconds and it was accompanied by the feeling of sleepiness he felt getting stronger and stronger before he finally closed his eyes. He no longer moved nor did he show any signs of being alive anymore. He had perished from a bullet that had pierced his heart.
Having witnessed what had happened from a distance, Vaan’s friend approached the bouquet of flowers after the man with the gun had left. They picked up the flowers and then approached the recently deceased Vaan before they handed the bouquet back to him. They were crying while they did so and remained motionless for several minutes before they gently picked up his lifeless body and then walked over to a secret lab that they had. After muttering a word about how they said they would bring him back no matter what, Vaan’s friend entered the lab and then gently placed the lifeless body of Vaan on a metal table that was large enough for a human being to be placed on top of it. They then grabbed a scalpel, some forceps and a needle and thread before they began to work on removing the bullet from Vaan‘s heart. Of course, they had removed the vest that he always wore beforehand so it wouldn’t get in the way of their work. They worked with such precision that they could have easily been more skilled than a surgeon. Of course, this had come from multiple courses necessary for the perfect resurrection that were taught to them by their father. After all, Necromantia was a town where necromancers lived. After they had finished removing the bullet and suturing up the entry points of the bullet and the incision they made, Vaan’s friend had started to use necromancy to bring their dear friend back from the dead. After a few minutes past midnight, they ended up falling asleep with their head on Vaan’s chest.
【OCTOBER 31, 2021】
Vaan had started to wake up however something felt different to him. He was feeling colder than usual and this was partially due to having just been recently revived from the dead. He also couldn’t move due to his friend having rested their head on his chest. He didn’t want to disturb them nor did he want to get up at the moment. He remained completely still and waited for his friend to wake up. One of his eyes was a paler coloration than the other and he also still had stitches on his chest from where his friend extracted the bullet from his heart.
If you’ve read this far then congratulations. You’ve made it to the end of the rather long backstory of the thread. I’ll need someone who can play Vaan’s friend who is a mad scientist however, there are a few rules.
1. Follow site rules 2. No n*dity, mentions of r*pe or s3xual themes 3. Don’t change the plot or the setting just because you feel like it 4. Be respectful while roleplaying 5. No language worse than sh*t can be used. Therefore, there will be no use of the f word, c word or n word 6. No homophobia or racism 7. There will be no romance involved. 8. Please write more than one word or sentence if possible. 9. Blood and minimal gore is allowed
I did get inspired by Frankenstein which is written by Mary Shelley.
Vaan had been awake for a few hours ever since he had awoken from what seemed like a long nap to him. He remained motionless as he started to take in his surroundings and where he had been moved to ever since he ended up perishing on the street. Of course, he didn’t know that he had died on the street as that was something that only his friend knew. He was also looking around for the bouquet of flowers that he had been carrying last night although he couldn’t see them anywhere.
“So is what the other people in town say you are true? I’ve been hearing those rumors a lot until that day where I ran into someone with a firearm and the rest is fuzzy after that although I do remember feeling sleepy…” Vaan said softly.
“D-did I get shot by that man carrying the firearm? Was that really what happened?” Vaan asked Damai. The look of fear in his eyes only increased as he started to connect the dots on what had happened to him.