Paladin Dave and I are trying to revive this RPG, looking for writers that are interested. Let us know!!!
~Red
Background:
This story takes place, in an orphanage somewhere in the United States of America. A dirty worn down orphanage, out in the middle of no where. Roberta Whipstaff came upon this orphanage when she was young and naïve, taking it upon herself to take it over and run it well. Well see, that was back when she was still all there in the head. 40 years and many hundreds of children later, people who knew her said she was growing crazy. But Roberta Whipstaff knew she was just as sane as the day she opened the orphanage, with one purpose in mind.
Everything started about just under 13 years ago, when a young boy (Priam) came to be under the care of his aunt, Roberta Whipstaff. His parents died what seemed like a tragic death but would later prove to be the workings of a evil creature in another realm of life.
Roberta Whipstaff is the founder of Whipstaff Orphanage. An orphanage for boys and girls of all ages. 13 years ago though, she stopped taking in new children, so the children that were under her care remained under her care. And when the boy came to be in her custody, she began to act weirder and weirder. And to this day, the boy swears that he had a sister, a twin sister, but he hasn’t seen her since he stepped foot into the Whipstaff Orphange.
The boy grew up, eventually forgetting he had a sister, a twin at that, and after the years passed, he began to question if she ever exsisted. The other children in the orphanage became his family, and no matter how rough it was to live under Aunty Roberta’s rules, they stuck together.
Although friendships changed when secrets were revealed the day Aunty Roberta died. A new girl came into their lives, she seemed to come from no where really. It wasn’t the front door that she emerged from, but the attic door. And with her a room full of secrets poured onto the children of the orphanage, spilling out onto them a war of many generations, something none of them were ready for.
We start this story off with one, Ms. Roberta Whipstaff, on the morning of her death, the morning everything will once again change.
Roberta Whipstaff prepared breakfast for the hanfulls of children that still lived under her care, every year the number of children were growing fewer and fewer as they grew up and turned 18 and they were allowed to move out on their own. Roberta’s mind went to her nephew, a boy who’s fate was already decided for him, and Roberta was going to do everything she could to keep him in the orphanage until he died. She would also keep him from knowing the secrets of the orphanage’s attic.
As she prepared the oatmeal for the children, she could hear them waking up, another wreched day with the wreched brats, she thought as she started to spoon the oatmeal into bowls for the children that were on their way down the stairs to the kitchen. She didn’t smile, or look pleasant in any way. She stood there, a solid scowl on her face as the children came to eat.
“Hurry up and eat!” she commanded. “Today is cleaning day.” She announced, hearing a groan from the few children that had already come down for breakfast. “And no one plays or sleeps until this building is clean!”
Now Roberta Whipstaff knew this wasn’t true. She really didn’t care if the building was clean or dirty, really she just wanted solitude, the less time she had to spend with the children the more she felt sane.
The twins:
PriamViaton(Goes by Riam): Redstiletto
Pandora Viaton (Goes by Dora): Redstiletto
Dead Aunty Roberta: Redstiletto
Ishbaneer Shatten: Paladin Dave
Orphans:
Veronika Finsternis: Paladin Dave
~Red
Background:
This story takes place, in an orphanage somewhere in the United States of America. A dirty worn down orphanage, out in the middle of no where. Roberta Whipstaff came upon this orphanage when she was young and naïve, taking it upon herself to take it over and run it well. Well see, that was back when she was still all there in the head. 40 years and many hundreds of children later, people who knew her said she was growing crazy. But Roberta Whipstaff knew she was just as sane as the day she opened the orphanage, with one purpose in mind.
Everything started about just under 13 years ago, when a young boy (Priam) came to be under the care of his aunt, Roberta Whipstaff. His parents died what seemed like a tragic death but would later prove to be the workings of a evil creature in another realm of life.
Roberta Whipstaff is the founder of Whipstaff Orphanage. An orphanage for boys and girls of all ages. 13 years ago though, she stopped taking in new children, so the children that were under her care remained under her care. And when the boy came to be in her custody, she began to act weirder and weirder. And to this day, the boy swears that he had a sister, a twin sister, but he hasn’t seen her since he stepped foot into the Whipstaff Orphange.
The boy grew up, eventually forgetting he had a sister, a twin at that, and after the years passed, he began to question if she ever exsisted. The other children in the orphanage became his family, and no matter how rough it was to live under Aunty Roberta’s rules, they stuck together.
Although friendships changed when secrets were revealed the day Aunty Roberta died. A new girl came into their lives, she seemed to come from no where really. It wasn’t the front door that she emerged from, but the attic door. And with her a room full of secrets poured onto the children of the orphanage, spilling out onto them a war of many generations, something none of them were ready for.
We start this story off with one, Ms. Roberta Whipstaff, on the morning of her death, the morning everything will once again change.
Roberta Whipstaff prepared breakfast for the hanfulls of children that still lived under her care, every year the number of children were growing fewer and fewer as they grew up and turned 18 and they were allowed to move out on their own. Roberta’s mind went to her nephew, a boy who’s fate was already decided for him, and Roberta was going to do everything she could to keep him in the orphanage until he died. She would also keep him from knowing the secrets of the orphanage’s attic.
As she prepared the oatmeal for the children, she could hear them waking up, another wreched day with the wreched brats, she thought as she started to spoon the oatmeal into bowls for the children that were on their way down the stairs to the kitchen. She didn’t smile, or look pleasant in any way. She stood there, a solid scowl on her face as the children came to eat.
“Hurry up and eat!” she commanded. “Today is cleaning day.” She announced, hearing a groan from the few children that had already come down for breakfast. “And no one plays or sleeps until this building is clean!”
Now Roberta Whipstaff knew this wasn’t true. She really didn’t care if the building was clean or dirty, really she just wanted solitude, the less time she had to spend with the children the more she felt sane.
The twins:
PriamViaton(Goes by Riam): Redstiletto
Pandora Viaton (Goes by Dora): Redstiletto
Dead Aunty Roberta: Redstiletto
Ishbaneer Shatten: Paladin Dave
Orphans:
Veronika Finsternis: Paladin Dave
that was a baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad one! *groans*
Man...that was such a good story I had going to. Oh well.
