I Am Legend; a Discord-based RP

I am Legend

This is a DISCORD-based RP; everything will be conducted there. If approved, I'll send you a link!

___________  THE PLOT ___________

In 2009, a genetically re-engineered measles virus, originally created as a cure for cancer, turns into a lethal strain which kills 94% of those it infects, mutates 5% into predatory, nocturnal and vampiric mutants, who are extremely vulnerable to sunlight, with only 1% left immune. After the initial quarantine and fallout, those left alive know three things: 1) Nothing works anymore. If you want power or running water, you're going to have to work hard to find it, and even then... good luck. 2) The infected that are left are vicious and inhumane, but they are intelligent. They will find you if you're not locked up tightly after sunset, and they will kill you. 3) Survival is the only thing you have left to worry about and if you're not careful, it might be the last thing you ever worry about. 

These creatures have adapted to their surroundings in the four long years since the outbreak. They've adapted well. What were thought to be mindless mutations actually run in packs and create very intense hierarchies which they use to hunt the remaining humans, and animals, of the world. Animals and plant-life now overrun the skyscrapers that line city blocks, and you're more likely to compete with other predators than other humans on any given day. Almost everyone is dead, after all.

There is one redeeming "secret" that has been circling on forgotten radio channels and through those occasional immune survivors who manage to cross paths. Apparently there's a colony of survivors on the East Coast of America, and rumor has it that they've managed to set up power-supplies and are rebuilding after the destruction the virus caused. They welcome all of those who are also immune and offer protection in exchange for more working hands in rebuilding.

____________  RULES  ____________

1. This is designed as a literate roleplay and as such, two paragraphs are the minimum. I understand Discord makes this difficult, but I've found using the (1/?) to mark your posts works well so others don't interrupt. 

2. No godmodding, powerplay, etc. will be tolerated, under any circumstances.

3. Gore, violence, and sexual innuendo are welcomed, but must be tactful and not to excess.

i.e Not everyone needs to be in each others pants or murdering one another 24/7. There are other things to do. It's the apocalypse.

4. Swearing is also allowed, though racial slurs/homophobic/transphobic comments are absolutely not.

5. You may have up to two characters to begin, at maximum. If you prove active, you may eventually apply to create more.

6. Please respect that not everyone will be able to post every hour of the day and that many of us might live in differing time zones. Please limit 1x1 in the main RP thread. We are to involve everyone as much as possible as well as keep patience in mind.

7. OOC chat is to be respectful and friendly at all times. If there's problem OOC, please message me directly and we'll solve it.

8. No romantic relationships between your own characters, at all. Family is fine, but not to excess, and keep in mind having adoptable characters in your backstories will add depth to the storyline and allow you to not have to play everyone in your history.

9. Activity is a must. Try and post at least once every 3-4 days or notify me of any absences you might be taking. And, as a side-note, if you've read this far, please include your favorite story within your form. Be it a poem, a novel, a movie, etc.

10. Last but not least, please try and have fun. Be creative. The world as you know it has been destroyed. If you would like more insight into your surroundings, feel free to ask, or simply research the I Am Legend wiki. Everything here is based off of their world, to which I give all the credit. 

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Alrighty then. If you've gotten this far and are still interested, please post a roleplay sample below in the form. You'll be PMed with a response within a day or two.

Form

Wolvden User:

Discord User:

Knowledgeable on IAL movie: (yes or no)

Typical Response Length/Time:

Roleplay Sample:

My Sample

(to give you an idea of what I'm looking for)

The pads of her paws had long since worn thick with callouses, their rough edges pricked with tiny tears. As they scraped along the rocky terrain, they knocked pebbles from her path and grew sore with every step. The greens and browns of the forest blurred together as the canine moved further into the thick brush. There was little heed paid, her pointed ears folded tightly to her cranium as thorn-filled bushes pricked at her pelt. The sounds of birdcalls and the subtle rustling of the forest around the creature were natural and kept her moving at a meandering pace.

Green-flecked hazel eyes finally flickered upwards and away from the endless sprawl of the forest floor. They blinked with laziness towards a squirrel as the rodent released a series of chirping warning barks and scampered away and up a nearby tree to escape the path of the peculiar wolf. She'd lost track of where she was, didn't even know how long she'd been traveling in that direction. Had she eaten recently? Had she even drank anything recently?

The subtle but sharp scent of fresh water halted the limber canine in her tracks, nose lifting. It twitched fervently, head turned right and then left until she decided on the strength of the scent. This was likely the first real thought she'd formed in days; the first goal she'd set for herself. She couldn't remember having such a solid grasp of things in a long, long while. It was a pleasant change to purposefully swing her muzzle around and lope off in the direction of the subtle but fresh scent that beckoned her closer. When the expanse of the creek spread out before her, she halted once more. The hazel of her hues glimmered brightly in the sunlight as she peered into the rippling surface. The thick pelt that encased her being was made of layered hues of silver, golds, creams, and whites that reflected the sunlight in its glittering layers.

This is me.

The cool splash of the water along her underbelly and over her ankles was a fresh, stark relief to the warmth of her pelt. Her dry tongue was immediately wet, maw lowered into the shallow flow with sudden thirst. As the ripples faded slightly, her maw hovered an inch over the water and she peered into the surface, until the image of herself came into focus. Silvery cream fur that darkened into a valiant ginger-gold around her ears and ruff, and brilliantly amber speckled eyes that seemed wild and exhausted all at the same time. Her ears perked as she gazed into the water, maw slowly tilting until she realized what she was doing and grinned. Long, sharp incisors reflected in the image, ones she bared with a sudden burst of pride.

It was when she lowered her maw to lap at the water that the sudden rush of memories unsteadied her limbs and sent her careening backwards, out of the shallow water at the creek's edge. Crimson puddles in a pathway, leading down the hall. Pawprints stamped into the blood. Vibrant yellow eyes. The wolf was on her paws again, the entire bottom half of her body soaked and dripping onto the dirt below. Paying the creek little heed, the wolf splashed past the shallow embankment ontothe other side until thick brush encased her in a thorny embrace. A man in dark clothing. The metallic glint of a gun. Two identical-tinted wolves disappearing into the brush. She broke into a run and darted between brambles and tree trunks, tail low and swaying out behind her.

We are OPEN and ACCEPTING members!

Wolvden User: JT♡ #9235 

Discord User: Drøwsy Băđğër #7648

Knowledgeable on IAL movie: no 

Typical Response Length/Time: depends on if im inspired or not, Typically a few minutes, hours, or at the worse days.

Roleplay Sample:

 Sprinting through the area the tall and lanky golden pelted she-wolf  ran as far and fast as her twig like legs would carry her, she knew they were right behind her, she could've sworn she felt fangs snag loose hairs at the end of her tail a few times as she dashed away from her pursuers. Oh ancestors, was this how she would die? She was tiring, she could hear the harsh cackling of a raspy male voice behind her, sixteen extra feet running behind her, all of them members of the infamous queen volcana's pack. 

She flinched even thinking about her, for fear that having the devilish female's name in her head would somehow cause her to appear right in front of her and devour her right then and there, leaving nothing behind for the crows. The queen was known for slaughtering wolves for even daring to breathe on her, and rumors were going around that she had recently conceived. If the queen was pregnant she was as good as doomed, she would be seen as a threat no matter how useless in battle she was and her heart would be savagely ripped from her chest, frozen in the snow as storage for spring time and used as a chew toy for the queen's spawn once they were delivered. 

Taking in a deep breath she took a moment to listen, maybe she would be able to hear the sounds of snarling before inevitably the hot breath of an enraged beast came down on the back of her neck and snapped it in half, and yet-- silence...what on earth? She couldn't hear laughing, the sounds of an aggressive wolf or extra footsteps. What just happened? She knew full well that the queen would never give up a chase. She had a reputation to keep up! Expecting or not, this didn't make a single lick of sense. 

No matter, what mattered now was being free and out of danger, a sudden rush of hope allowing her to rocket forward at top speed eyes widening with excitement, her tail wiggling behind her happily. She soon became so distracted that she didn't realize she was running towards a dead end until she was only a few feet away, skidding to a stop while gazing up at the steep cliff.

Suddenly a sharp howl rung out behind her and her blood ran cold, she slowly turned around only to find herself nose to nose with the one thing she had been running away from the whole time. "Congratulations pet. You passed the test, now why don't me and you have a nice little chat somewhere more private?, I won't harm you if you're obedient." 

And with that she turned and padded away multiple pairs of eyes opening, glowing dimly from the shadows of the snow covered trees. She didnt have a choice in the matter. It was either go with the queen and possibly be safe or die right then and there. Taking a deep breath she murmured the words that would be repeated later on in her future countless times over. 

"Y-yes my queen." 

Thank you for applying JT! I will PM you in a moment! 

Discord User: Monstera#0428

Knowledgeable on IAL movie: Yep!

Typical Response Length/Time: I rarely take more than 24 hours to reply, and it's usually more like an hour.

Roleplay Sample: Discord has... shortened my stuff, because of lack of... proper partners, and the limit on word count, but here's a recent reply I did within one of my RPs! 

An unnamed Sun Valley warrior approached the Ice Moon Pack's territory. Even before he crossed over, he could feel the environment changing. The sun was no longer quite as warm, and dark, heavy clouds lined the sky. He hesitated, bones slowing nearly to a stop as he was chilled to the core by the fierce north wind that greeted him at the border. It was as if he was stepping through an actual border, a wall, between two places. Resistance, and release as he made it over. The ecosystem of the Ice Moon territory was a polar opposite to what he'd come from. He stepped gingerly through the cold ground, the snow quickly coming up to his elbows. The warrior was unappreciative of being sent to this vast place he considered a wasteland. Even now, all he could see before him was cold, blank, nothing white. 

"Blegh." The wolf let his tongue roll out of his mouth, and across his upper canines, ears folding flat to his skull. Maybe it was the deeply disconcerting news he'd come with, or maybe it was how the snow clung to his fur and then melted in, making him feel musty - or possibly even it was a combination of both... but the warrior hated this pack, and this land on which they resided. "Now," His voice was soft and raspy, drying and forgotten in the air. "Where would the den be?" Who would even live here, let alone den and have puppies here? The more he thought about it, the more he wished he'd chosen to be a gatherer - hell, even a den mother would have been better than this pit hole was. 

The warrior encountered absolutely no one, for several good miles. He knew only to travel forward, through Shacao pass and travel forward until he came to the ice lake. Right now? He couldn't see anything, let alone details like the funky shaped rocks he'd been told to look for. They should have sent a Navine with him, a navigator, or even just a companion. What if became lost and was left to wander the snowy expanse alone? This time, he managed to keep his gripe within his mouth instead of letting it fall out of his mouth in disgust. Instead, his ears perked forward, searching for someone - anyone - to speak to. The snow made scent tracking nearly impossible, and the wind was confusing to his hearing. This wolf was not made for this landscape, and wished to return home where the air was always warm and sunny rays offered a welcoming place to nap in the evenings. His eyes scanned the land ahead of him as he slowly made his way toward where he had been told the den was, careful not to startle a wolf from another pack, but still dreaming of home.

The messenger really though that he could plow through the snow forever, a messenger with no one to speak to, and then the barest flicker of a voice fluttered around him. Was it a trick of the wind? No. Food is scarce.... we do not have much choice. Interesting. The warrior made mental note of this, it could be useful information in the future.  Could this pack have attacked their alphas to take over their hunting lands? Surely not, Sun Valley would have given them the rations that they needed, that was the way of the packs. He pondered this quickly finding the speaking wolves came into view more quickly than he thought they would.  He sighed softly with the wind, unexplainedly relieved he'd tracked them down. The dark pelted alpha stood out against the snow like a fish out of water.

"Sir Jesear, I have come from Sun Valley with important news." His voice was a loud bark, clear and deep even over the soft whistle of the wind. The warrior stood several yards away, and though he did not move closer he was tall and bold in his stance, unafraid of how the alpha, or the other wolf may react to his presence. Brave in the face of two wolves who would likely not take kindly to his random appearance. This was why the warrior was trusted.

Thank you for applying Monstera! I'll be PMing you shortly!

Wolvden User: Woodkin (#13826).

Discord User: DM me please. I'd rather not post my ID publicly. 

Knowledgeable on IAL movie: No, but I've heard of it.

Typical Response Length/Time: Every few days. I do my best to reply in a timely manner, but it won't always be every day unfortunately. 

Roleplay Sample: An easy smile works its way across his muzzle, chuckling softly. "They certainly do, don't they?" Twolegs could be impossibly powerful and dangerous to a cat of course, but they so often underestimated them. How many close calls had Redeye escaped himself simply because the silly creatures didn't consider how quick and slippery he could be? Or how deep those teeth could sink into their ugly, furless paws? 

"They should've known they would be no match for you," he adds with a playful nudge to Crowsong's shoulder before things took a more serious turn and he let a more somber expression slip across this face. What's got him this anxious and worked up? Redeye can't help being a bit nervous himself, his stomach feeling as if it were twisting itself up in knots. Had the humans managed to injure him somehow after all? He looked well enough... What could he have to tell him, and what did it have to do with the Clans? 

Listening as Crowsong told of the superstitions of his Clan, he finds himself nodding along, pondering if such a thing could be true. "Where I came from cats died often as well, though mostly through the usual means; starvation, predators, violence..." he trails off for a moment, as if mentioning it brought up unpleasant memories. "We didn't have any tales or traditions like that. To us, once a cat was dead they were dead. We left them to become carrion and moved on with our lives." Could the ghosts of those wronged have plagued them as well? Every night he felt an unexpected shudder in his nest or a cold front moved in could it be attributed to more than just a change in weather?

As his friend went into more detail about what this meant to him personally he can't help the frown that quickly replaces his current expression. He doesn't like to think of Crowsong dying despite the inevitably of death. They would all die at some point. Cats like him and Crowsong sooner than most, perhaps, but that didn't mean they had to think about it now. His mouth is opening, about to tell him not to talk like that when Crowsong's paws dipped into the bag and he's presented with a smaller representation of the cat before him, and a proposal of sorts, a plea of remembrance.

For a moment Redeye can only stare as the adorable doll as it's shoved toward him, a paw lifting to trace along one of the tiny ears most delicately as a rush of emotion seems to burst from his chest and tighten his throat. Struggling to get the words out, he glances back at Crowsong with fond, warm eyes. "Of course I'll remember you! You'll never be cursed to wander this earth alone, because others will as well. Hare, Saturn, Spades; all of our dear friends. You'll never be forgotten. Even once we're both gone you'll be remembered. If I ever...if I ever have more kits, I'll tell them all about you, and they'll remember you too and they'll tell their kits to remember."

Thank you so much for applying, Woodkin, I will PM you right now!

Wolvden User: Lady Seer #11843

Discord User: DM me please. I'd rather not post my ID publicly. 

Knowledgeable on IAL movie: I watched it as a kiddo, I remember very little but I can definitely read the wiki. Or rewatch it in my free time.

Typical Response Length/Time: Every few days. I do my best to reply in a timely manner, but it won't always be every day unfortunately. 

Roleplay Sample:

The night had been rough. That’s normal though, considering they were practically on the run from these pathetic creatures that lingered within the shadows. Lorelei was up before the light even touched the world. She was tasked with the last watch, which she didn’t mind, since she could never sleep through the night. Lorelei wished they could just attack. She was sick of being watched from the shadows like she was the prey. She wasn’t. Something had to change, whether that change was for better or worse. Before the sun had risen fully, she was slinking about, gathering her belongings and supplies, flipping off the eyes that tracked her every movement. The usual.

Lorelei made sure to zip up her jacket. Carefully, as to not anger the already fickle zipper that seemed to want to give out. When the sun had lifted, she simply strolled into the bones of this time-rotted town and its rubble. Maybe she’d get lucky and find something for the group. There was no such thing as ‘too much supplies’. She hoped something was at least growing nearby. Lorelei walked in a half-crouch, lowering her already pintsized build as she glided from place to place, hoping for something promising. Her hatchets were clutched and held at the ready, and her black cloth was drawn over her face. 

It wasn’t long until she stumbled across something of interest. Lorelei used what she could as her cover, ducking behind some rubble and peeking around the corner. A figure, drudging along, clearly exhausted. Three dogs at their side. A kernel of wistfulness grew in her chest. She missed her own pup. These dogs would clearly make this scouting risky, and the potential thievery even more so. A thrill-seeking grin grew beneath her mask. It only grew when their back turned, letting their belongings slide to the ground, and then, moments later, the canines took off after something. Anticipation crackled like lightning across her skin, urging her to slip forward. Lorelei minded her foot placement and her surroundings. And the position of the dogs. 

She waited a few ticks, eyes bouncing from the exhausted form to where the dogs disappeared from, and then back to the figure. With serpentine precision, she glided closer, her trained grace and silence getting her as close as possible. She extended the blade of her hatchet swiftly, noiselessly, and swept the strap of their satchel up with the blade backing the handle, using this tactic to stay as far from them as possible. They were bigger than her. She didn’t like that, even if they were clearly tired. Her tactic was just as loud as if she were to snatch it from the floor by hand. The contents moved, the strap snapped at the sudden force pulling it taut. It was on her shoulder just as quickly as it left the ground. 

As much as she wanted to snap off a few quick comments — obviously sassy and rough in nature — she figured it was best to get back to Calida and the rest of the Nomads. Instead, she did the mature thing and blew a raspberry at the humanoid and took off running, clearly more well-rested than they were.

Wolvden User: WonhosTiddies (#19240)

Discord User: InfiresAdditction #0552

Knowledgeable on IAL movie: Uh, no

Typical Response Length/Time: Several paragraphs/half an hour

Roleplay Sample: (I haven't done canine before, so this is just human. This is much longer than my usual posts, but this is one of the few with no other character interactions.)

Bright watched and waited until everyone was well out of sight before turning back around and heading for the site where the murdered man was found. Bright had a harder time working around others, especially strangers. If anyone besides the hunters were around him, it'd mostly like ruin his workflow. There was only so much he could do around other people without giving away that he knew more than them. It probably wasn't the best idea to separate from the group, as he was isolating himself and Jack surely wanted to keep an eye on his hunters, but Bright was confident that he had no reason to be worried about getting hurt. Even if he was attacked, years of training were on his side. 

Upon arriving at the site, his eyes gave a sweep of the area, the tall man taking in a deep breath. The scent of blood was still in the air. It looked like the townspeople had tried to cover the biggest of the blood spatters with leaves, but they didn't do a good job. Bright looked around the scene for a stick, huffing when he realized he would have to tear one off himself. Searching around, he found a low-hanging tree and made quick work of tearing off a small branch before returning to the site and scraping the leaves away. Now, he was left with bloody leaves and red earth. Taking a step back, he stared at the stains, considering all possibilities. It obviously wasn't a normal animal. No animal would make a kill so viciously. Bright hadn't been there to see the body, but he could tell when something has been mauled. Bright figured it was a wolf, just like Jack and Farris said, but it was important to consider all possibilities. The mountains were known for having many animals capable of killing humans. In the end, he conceded that it was indeed the work of shifters. Bright still couldn't get it in his head how they could be so vicious yet still retain some their cognitive abilities. 

It was at times like these where Bright was at his best. No matter what he did off the field, he was always focused once on the hunt. The loud buzzing and flurried thoughts that usually occupied Bright's head were all gone now, as if shoved into a closet to be dealt with later.  Bright had a job, and he would continue to work towards completing it until there was nothing left to do. This was indeed his best mindset. It was rare to see Bright in such a calm and focused state. Other times, he was closed off or looking like someone had just insulted his grandmother. It wasn't long before Bright heard voices and had to move the leaves back into place, tossing the stick in the bush and moving to the outreaches of the kill site, looking for something specific: tracks. 

He searched and searched, but was unnerved to find that no visible tracks were left in the dirt. If they couldn't find a trail, it would be difficult to track down their adversaries. He frustratedly ran a hand through his hair before checking one last time, this time shining a light along the ground. His second search proved to be fruitful as he came across a smudged out print. He crouched down and stared at it before looking around it and spotting odd indents in the soil as if someone had wiped it with a towel. Then he understood. Whoever they were going against was smart enough to cover their tracks. This worried the tall man. Most of the packs they encountered were fairly easy to find and deal with, but it seemed like the hunters had come across a pack like no other.  If these wolves knew to cover their own tracks in order to not get caught, then it was impossible to tell what else they were capable of doing. 

Swiftly, Bright pulled out his phone and took a picture of the messed up print before putting it away and taking out a small notebook, quickly sketching the print and making sure the size and depth were accurate. Bright never depended too heavily on technology, as he'd never been able to use it growing up and was more used to traditional tactics. He closed the small book and stood up, reaching around to put it away. Figuring it was about to time get closer to the group, he wandered off to find them, keeping a distance once there. Bright was close enough the catch glimpses of them, but to not attract attention to himself, in case he needed to move off somewhere again. As long as the deputy didn't notice anything, Bright would be good. 

His thoughts stilled almost like a startled animal at the sound of snapping branches, suddenly on high alert. After realizing that whoever was coming was by no means attempting to sneak up on him, he relaxed. It was a bad idea to creep up on Bright in general, but when he was tensed, the result could be nasty, especially if it was someone he wasn't fond of or didn't know. He took a moment to listen before deeming it to be Farris. After having been with them for so long, he could easily tell the footsteps of the hunters apart from others, whether it was their weight or speed. Harlow's footsteps, too, would soon be engrained in Bright's mind. He slowed down so she could catch up, only looking at her once she arrived at his side. The smile was unfortunately not returned, but the hunters knew Bright to be colder and more serious when on the prowl. "You're rambling, what are you worried about?" He asked, glancing in the direction of the party. He'd tell her about his finding once she shared hers, or the lack thereof.