Credo quia absurdum est... I believe it because it is absurd…
Duc, sequere, aut de via decede... Lead, follow, or get out of the way
Duc, sequere, aut de via decede... Lead, follow, or get out of the way
Welcome to the Wayward Orphans, a Supernatural / TVD / True Blood, Multi-fandom, Post Apocalyptic RP
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The year is 2015. The Apocalypse has happened. The celestial war was brought to Earth. Angels and demons fought for control and humanity was caught in the crossfire. There was no winner. Everyone lost. All sides suffered major casualties and the resulting outpouring of souls caused both Heaven and Hell to be sealed.
The Horsemen were released, War in his element, Death working a little extra overtime, Famine and Pestilence adding their own flavour to the proceedings.
There were survivors though, divided into three camps…
The Rebels; Fallen angels, humans and creatures working to the common goal of survival. Hoping to rekindle what was lost. To learn from tragedy and stand ever stronger in the face of increasingly desperate odds.
The Neutrals; Undecided and mostly solitary, the neutrals are scavengers, mostly out for personal interests over and above any kind of loyalty to a faction. Some may be swayed to a cause, but can their word ever really be trusted?
The Damned; Out for sheer domaination of whatever remains, the Damned will stop at nothing to cut a bloody swathe through anyone who either refuses to join rank or simply stands in their way. An organised hierarchy of demons, creatures and some of the angels, they use the remnants of humanity as cannon fodder or slaves.
Food is scarce, shelter is hard to find and out on the road, safety is almost non existent. Anyone venturing for supplies not only has to watch their back in case of an encounter with opposing factions, but also for the ever present danger of being infected by the Croatoan Virus. Released by Pestilence early on in the battle, many humans succumbed instantly, now most former towns and cities are swarming with the zombiesque lifeforms.
In a broken world, where hope is scarce which side will you choose?
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The post-apocalyptic setting is drawn from the Supernatural fandom, but as far as characters go we’re happy to include others (e.g. TVD, True Blood, Being Human, etc.). If there is no current bio for the character you wish to play, please contact the mods to request one or send one in for approval before submitting your application! We also accept OC’s whether aligned to one of the fandoms or not.You do not need to be familiar with all of the fandoms to play! As long as you know your own genre well enough and are prepared to learn as your character does, then send in an application!
Wanted Characters:
the boondock saints/supernatural parallels.
I don’t know what to think now. There have always been jokes, taunts, jibes. But I honestly didn’t know that there was more to it… So much more.
Wait, I should explain. I mean, Dean…
I guess I pay attention to things, too much sometimes. Because I can’t shake this. Not this time… I remember. Words… Things people say. It’s important for the job. And it’s a habit I’ve picked up.
I remember Dean’s words most of all. His voice is pretty much the soundtrack to my life. But I guess the tune has changed. I know now. We’re broken.
“You sent me to hell and you think I don’t resent you for it!? Every night I go to bed that’s the last thing I think of, I have nightmares all goddamn night, and you know what the first thing I think of is when I wake up. You killed me. You ripped open my chest and sent me back to Hell.”
“I look at you and think, fuck would I love to beat that stupid smile off your face, wouldn’t I love to make you hate yourself as much as I hate myself.
After I begged him to run… When he slid the knife in, twisting it… Lies.
“It’ll all be okay. Everything we’ll be okay… You’ll be okay… You’ll be alright. I promise. You’ll be alright…”
“Shhh, you’re alright…”
“It’ll all be better when you wake up… You’ll see… I promise.”
I thought that he would have known. Would have at least seen that I wasn’t thinking straight. And my words were skewed. Those are the ones he believed. I see it now though. I see why those words are the ones he’d latch onto… Because that’s who he truly thinks I am.
“You’re the waste of fucking space. I wish I never made that fucking deal!”
“It’s always been your fucking fault! Ever since the day you were born.. I was wrong, I’m not the cursed one, you are. You cursed me!”
It’s not the first time. Monster, freak, evil... He’s pretty much said them all at some point. I just always though he could see… Well… Me?
Not the demon blood, not the damn vessel bullshit. Just me. It’s not like I had a choice when it started - Azazel’s ‘gift’. But the rest… I honestly did try. I wanted to make things better… not worse. I never wanted us to end up like this. I wonder when things changed though? When I left for Stanford? Or when dad told him what I am… What he might have to… Hm. Was it later? When I came back… Wrong?
Now I’m bound to a deal to save his soul, and I wouldn’t change it. He’s my brother, no matter what. I would do anything for him. But I guess things won’t go back to how they were.
I remember laughing at him… With him… The stupid pranks. The god awful music. But I sang along to it anyway, because it made him smile… Made me smile too. The crappy diners, the endless slices of pie, the shitty motel rooms. It was easier… Just hunting, before we knew about all of this. Before it all went so wrong.
I don’t know how to fix it. Don’t know if it can be fixed.
I guess the best thing is to just keep my distance.
Less chance of things getting worse.
If that’s even possible.
