The Horsemen of Apocalypse

[Skellybones]

A muffled scream came from the dark street. Most ignored it, but if one were curious, one would walk towards it. A figure would come into view, standing over a dark bundle. A man stood over the bundle of a body and cloth, his hand raised, ready to strike the woman again. She looked up at him, eyes wide with fear. "Why do you do this?" she cried, tears carving rifts in the mud covering her face.

A sickening smile spread over his face. "Can you really not recognize me?" he snarled, hand lowering slightly.

The woman looked loser, before letting out a gasp and backing against the fence behind her. Above, the streetlights flickered. Both disregarded them.

He advanced, smile widening into a grin. "No!" she cried, trying to stand.

"Yes..." he hissed, pushing her down.

No, Another voice said. Both looked up to find four figures on horses watching them. The streetlights gave up, their orange light fading completely. One advanced, the hooves clopping on the pave stones.

The man looked upwards, a scowl on his face. "Who are you?" he called. You could hear the anger in his voice.

From beneath the hood, the rider smiled. The last person you're going to see, mortal. The scythe swung, and the woman found her strength, stood, and ran for her life. The horse the rider was sitting on turned skeletal.

 

 

Conquest. The rider of the white horse. War. The rider of the red horse. Famine. The rider of the black horse. Death. The rider of the pale horse.

 

A week has passed. The woman was thrown into a mental hospital for what she said she saw. Police investigate the murder of 'Robert Smith', a man known for assaulting his wife. The killer is not known, but hoof-prints have been found, before they abruptly stopped half-way down the street.

The four riders roam the land, causing trouble for all. It has been centuries since they last roamed the land, having been locked up, with a different host every fifty years or so. They didn't try to escape. They were good little prisoners. Until they noticed the human's goal, and so summoned their horses, and rode out. They must stop them, they must get people to believe. The horsemen must do their duty.

 

A secret service, a secret prison. Each horseman got their own set of chains and a cell, along with lots of people keeping an eye on them. Death preferred to spend their time in a dormant state, head down, mind wandering. Conquest preferred to tease the guards. It was funny watching the mortals try and take control. Famine was silent, watching, biding their time. War liked to anger them, giving the spark for a fight. The four inmates were fine, until their captors decided to give them a taste of what they were missing. Crime. Fights. The lack of fear. And then there was... them. Creatures waiting to crawl out of the earth once more, to claim it again, to kill all inhabitants. They roamed the land before humans came, before the ice-ages. Before they retreated down into the earth. No one but the horsemen know about them. It's their job to keep them at bay. The question is, which will stay loyal to their original purpose?

 

Humans, you can choose to believe the horsemen, or go against them. You can choose whether you believe in the horsemen or not. You can fight, or stay away, or you can just try and recapture them.

 

 

This is set in modern-day Earth, so 2013. Most of this RP will take place in England, but the Horsemen are free to roam.

 

Rules

 

-No godmodding, powerplaying, controlling other's characters, etc.

-No marysues/garysues/antimarysues/antigarysues. No one's perfect and everyone has their talents.

-Keep it PG.

-Sure, the horsemen are immortal, but they can still get hurt. They just can't die.

-Post at least 4 sentences.

-Horsemen, put the code: We're back. In the other section.

-Humans put the code: Never without a fight. In the other section.

-Only four horsemen.

-If you have been inactive for two weeks without a reason, your character will be deleted. If you have a horseman, the horseman will be up for grabs again.

-Don't grumble if you don't get the character you want.

-One horseman per person, you can have as many humans as you want.

-Post forms here to be accepted.

Forms

 

Human

[B]Username:[/B]
[B]Name:[/B]
[B]Age:[/B]
[B]Gender:[/B]
[B]Appearance:[/B]
[B]Personality:[/B] (Can be rp'd)
[B]History:[/B] (Can by rp'd)
[B]With or against the horsemen:[/B]
[B]Trying to recapture them:[/B] (Y/N)
[B]Other:[/B]

 

Horseman

[B]Username:[/B]
[B]Horseman:[/B]
[B]Appearance:[/B]
[B]Gender:[/B]
[B]Horse appearance:[/B]
[B]Personality:[/B] (Can be Rp'd)
[B]Other:[/B]

 

 

Horsemen

 

Conquest-

 

War- Arctic

 

Famine- XiaoChibi

 

Death- Shadowwolf6

 

 

*Added after it was approved, feel free to point out mistakes*

The Four Horsemen of Apocalypse

By Singuard Solm

 

The four horsemen are sprits, they were summoned billions of years ago - by whom is unknown. There are four of them; Conquest, War, Famine and Death. Their original purpose was to protect the world, but their intentions have been warped by the years of service they gave.

Originally known as the four horsemen of creation, mortals gave them a new title, which is what they are known more commonly as.

 

Conquest- Often seen possessing a male host, Conquest has been seen as almost a king. When the horsemen group together, it is normally the leader. Most of the time, this spirit is seen with a crow of any size. It is said to have been there with the most influential rulers of all time, advising them every step of the way. Others say it was the rulers, with a different body at each time.

Conquest's horse is a pure white mare, with dazzling blue eyes. He will often be seen on her back. Like all of the other horses of the horsemen, She can fly.

 

War- War quite often possesses a female host. Occasionally you'll find it possessing a male one. War can almost time travel, to the most important wars in history. It can cause wars, decide who wins them, and even stop them. Quite often this spirit is seen with a sword, and mingles with soldiers, fighting with and against them.

The appearance of War's horse is unknown.

 

Famine/Pestilence- Famine often possesses a male host. It is normally thin, and looks weak. It can pollute water and destroy crops, and is the driving force for any lack of food. Famine is hated by farmers, and wanders on when it has caused one major famine, moving off to cause another.

Famine's horse is deep black. It appears underweight, like its master. Like all of the other horses of the horsemen, it can fly.

 

Death- Death changes between both male and female hosts. Many refer to it, even though it might have one or the other, as an it. Most is known about this spirit, as it is seen by most. It wanders between humans, never quite understanding them, collecting the escaped spirits of the dead. It will come to all those who were murdered, or commited suicide, and will attend the death of a king or queen. Death is often silent. It wears a black cloak, and carries a scythe. Why is unknown. In different versions of stories, people claim to see a skeleton in Death's place.

Death's horse is skeletal. Occasionally the spirit is seen talking to it. Like all of the other horses of the horsemen, it can fly.

 

 

Possessing

 

A horseman possesses a body, taking over all functions. They do not care for appearances, but will change the body to fit their character over time. Three of the spirits have prefered genders. A host body lasts around two hundred years, and each has its own certain set of memories. One body will not remember clearly what the other body experienced, but will remember small snipets of what they encountered. It is nature that tells them what they must do, and most have the same personalty because of the spirit inside.

A host is picked for its deeds in life. More often then not, the horsemen will pick someone who will not be 'missed'. Orphans and those without family are generally picked. Sometimes horsemen will 'reward' someone who has done good so far with the breif imortallity that they bring. Once a horseman has discarded their host, the mortal will die, and become what they would be if they had died on their natural life-span, whether that be a skeleton or a fresh corpse. A possessed body will keep the appearance it had when first aquired.

Edited October 14, 2013 by Shadowwolf6

[Skellybones]

~Reserved~

 

Accepted forms:

Horsemen

 

Username: Shadowwolf6

Horseman: Death

Appearance: Death. She wears a black cloak, and almost constantly holds a wooden-handled Scythe.

Gender: Female

Horse appearance: Skeletal. Always known as 'it', 'you' or sometimes 'they'.

Personality: RP'd

Other: I should probably mention that when she has big emotional spikes, she goes skeleton-y and shows absolutely no mercy. Accepted

 

 

Username: SaberLily

Horseman: Conquest

Appearance: Conquest He has an air of authority around him. He's like a prince that walked out from a fairy-tale. He also has a small, gold crown that he doesn't really wear much.

Gender: Male

Horse appearance: A pure white horse, the kind of horse that appears in fairy-tales, the kind of horse that princes ride. She has the most stunning blue eyes.

Personality: Conquest is very... calm and somewhat quiet, actually. He's always smiling, or smirking or smug. He enjoys teasing others and seeming to be in control. No one can seem to make him mad or worried and he turns bad comments the other way around. He likes getting people mad, because he always knows he can beat them in patience and he is very patient. Usually, Conquest seems to be scheming, making most around him very wary of him and never trusting of him. He's most leader like, but doesn't exactly act that way.

Other: Conquest's bow is always on him. Accepted

 

 

Username: XiaoChibi

Horseman: Famine

Appearance: Famine. He usually has dark rims under his eyes and is rather short.

Gender: Male

Horse appearance: Famine's horse is a black Fresian horse that has obviously seen better days, judging by its rather haggard appearance.

Personality: To be RP'd

Other: Famine has a penchant for wearing cravats, especially when we're back. He often has a rapier or a set of scales with him at all times. Accepted

 

 

 

Username: Arctic

Horseman: War

Appearance: "War" is, at present time, inhabiting a male. Even without the violent air that swirls around the horseman, the host himself would have been intimidating anyway. He stands far taller than any of the other horseman, perhaps just shy of seven feet; he has athletic arms, toned muscles and a narrow face. There's some tissue scarring on the right half of his face. It's prominent enough to be easily noticable, but blends in to the point where it's difficult to tell what it's from. Most people assume it's the result of a fire. His hair is thick and wiry, pulled back in to a short ponytail that falls to his shoulders. He looks to be in his mid thirties. He is almost always seen dressed casually, but almost fully covered. He wears padded gloves, a black coat resting over a white shirt, dark jeans and leather workers' boots. Usually, there's a hat of some sort perched on his head, more often than not being a homburg. It's simply because he's pale and doesn't take too kindly to the sun.

Gender: Male.

Horse Appearance: Strangely enough, he doesn't normally use a horse. It's no secret that he's incredibly comfortable with riding one, but whenever he does have one, it will be a simple, regular horse. He normally relies on public transportation to move around; that which the humans built.

Personality: War is surprisingly reserved for what's normally associated as the spirit of destruction. He'll say his pleases and thank yous, but he is incredibly, undeniably quick to anger. He also tends to be rather backwards in his thinking. While he will adapt to the infrastructure and technology of the modern age, he has trouble adapting to changes in thought processes. War, after all, often reverts societies to primal, lawless states. Beyond that, his personality will be roleplayed.

Other: An aura of uncomfortable malevolance follows him. People around him tend to be more irritable than they normally are. Accepted

 

Humans

 

Username: En'K'Haral

Name: Timothy Pale

Age: 28

Gender: M

Appearance: Officer Timothy

Personality: Timothy is a pretty simple guy with simple needs. He's happy to be working and earning a paycheck. However he is a man who believes firmly that the law is final although he isn't so passionate as to be on everyone's case all the time.

History: Tim aspired to be a police officer since high school. He'd always been adamant about following rules and excellent at sports and other physical activities. So naturally after high school he applied to the force and with hard work was able to get into the provincial police department. Since then he worked diligently and also came to term with the fact that some crimes weren't worth writing up. There wasn't enough time in the day to deal with real problems in addition to every pirate down-loader, and J-walker out there. He is now working as part of the investigation of Robert Smith.

With or against the horsemen: Against.

Trying to recapture them: Yes but isn't yet aware.

Other: Accepted

 

Username: En'K'Haral

Name: Alexandria Williams

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Appearance: Detective Alex

Personality: Will Role play

History: Alex is a self-made Private eye. She is...alright. Certainly good enough to turn a small profit. Alex is still working hard to make a name for herself but with her competition being the police force along with other more well known detectives work is always scarce for her. Recently she accepted a job from the family of the woman who was hospitalized after claiming to have seen horsemen even going as far as to say she saw Death. The family hopes that if conclusive evidence denouncing her claims is brought before her then maybe the woman will be able to recover.

With or against the horsemen: Against, for now.

Trying to recapture them: Not really, she's just collecting evidence to disprove their existence.

Other: Part of the reason Alex accepted the job was because of a love for mythology. Part of her is hoping that the horsemen are real, and part of her fears that possibility. Accepted

 

Username: XiaoChibi

Name: Violet

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Appearance: Violet

Personality: Violet is a quiet person, only speaking when addressed to.

History: As a child, Violet had a fondness for horses since she admired their beauty. When she was older, Violet began taking riding lessons and became an adept at it. However, now that she's in college, her time spent on riding has been diminishing.

With or against the horsemen: With

Trying to recapture them: No

Other: Accepted

 

Username: SL

Name: Akaya Takahiro

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Appearance: Due to the liking of dying his his hair random colors, Akaya has middle length slightly curled hair that's black with silver and red streaks. His eyes are hazel-gold and very large and his face would give him a childish look if it weren't for the sleepy expression on his face 24/7. He stands at around 170 cm tall and is usually wearing a casual white/blue t shirt, a grey and blue jacket as well as baggy cream pants. Often carries around a tennis racket and/or a camera with him.

Personality: You'll see...

History: You'll see...

With or against the horsemen: With

Trying to recapture them: No

Other: He has narcolepsy, a sleeping disorder that makes him able to fall asleep at anywhere at anytime. He's half japanese, half Russian. Accepted

 

Username: Limitless

 

Name: Nicole Goslin

 

Age: 27

 

Gender: Female

 

Appearance: Nicole is short, standing only about 5’0”, and is a little on the chubby side, with a substantial bosom and wide hips. Light, wispy blonde hair frames her round face, falling to her jaw and occasionally concealing one of her wide, light green eyes. Her lashes are long and fluttery, lips plump and never without lipstick (or at least gloss). Her fingers are unusually long and slender, and she holds herself in such a manner that she does often tend to attract unwanted attention.

 

Personality: A little on the dramatic side, Nicole is hard to impress. She might act kind, but in truth, she really doesn’t care much about anybody but herself and her German Shepherd, Isaac. She tends to be ruled by her emotions, anger in particular for reasons she generally doesn’t like to share. She believes that many men are convenient tools and has no qualms using her good looks and charms to get what she wants from them, but makes sure to repay those she uses as soon as possible.

 

History: Born to a family of five out in a smaller city, Nicole grew up with everybody in her business and no room to romp. As soon as she could, she moved off to a girl’s school in London, finally settling on a degree in Psychology, knowing it would allow her to make money as a professional counselor. The only reason she didn’t give up her newfound freedom for the allure of money was that she was rather self-centered. Her counseling would’ve been tough love *at best*. So, she got a job at a restaurant, moved into a small apartment, and joyfully struggled. One rainy day, she took shelter in an animal shelter, having forgotten her umbrella, and accidentally fell in love with a small, feisty German Shepherd puppy, adopting him even though she knew it would cause problems with the landlord. A friend from school who’d kept in touch solved this issue, offering to let the dog live with her. Nicole visited every day after work, bringing him scraps and leftovers and, upon becoming somewhat romantically involved with her friend, stayed in the house with her dog through his early life, selling her apartment and moving in. She and her friend pooled money to get him trained and trained well, to the point that he will unquestioningly obey whenever, wherever. It got to the point that Nicole never went anywhere without the dog, who was eventually named Isaac.

 

When she was 25, Nicole’s older brother, who she had been incredibly fond of and close to, died, and she lost her job due to showing up drunk as a duck several times while mourning him. If not for her girlfriend, she would’ve lost everything, but the lady kept true to Nicole, allowing her to cease all attempts at communication with the world for an appropriate amount of time before nudging her back out into society. She went job hunting for a little while, still too numb from losing her brother to bother with attempting to follow her degree. While she was out job hunting, Nicole’s girlfriend met and became enamored with another girl, and when she finally confessed, Nicole just laughed and declared that the more people involved, the merrier. This was the final step for Nic in getting back on her feet, and she wholeheartedly threw herself into a new job at a cafe just down the street from her old workplace. Eventually, the other two girls ended up moving away, which was just fine with Nicole, because to make up for it they let her keep the house and paid 67% of any fees for it.

 

Now, Nicole is working at a higher-end bar, and while she hates her boss, it pays exceedingly well and her co-workers make it worthwhile, and she enjoys hearing all the gossip and news her customers have to share.

 

Trying to recapture them: Nah.

 

Other: Never without a fight or a cigarette, darling~.

Isaac is incredibly protective of Nicole when in public and around other people, but tends to be a typical dog in private, goofy and affectionate. Accepted

 

Username: Freezerpup

Name: Skye

Age: 14

Gender: Female

Appearance: Skye Wears Black a lot so she can be hidden in the dark.

Personality: Skye is a happy girl on the outside but in the inside she has a lot of secrets untold.

History: Skye's parents were killed in a car accident when she was 7, ever since then she has been running away from police and doing things she never thought she would do. She has been living in abandoned buildings and stealing food from market stalls to stay alive.

With or against the horsemen: Against but slowly joins with them.

Trying to recapture them: Nope

Other: Accepted

 

Username: SaberLily

Name: Chris

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Appearance: She tries to make herself look as masculine as she can for more respect, so she convincingly acts like a male.

Personality: RP'd

History: RP'd

With or against the horsemen: Against

Trying to recapture them: Yes

Other: Accepted

Edited October 6, 2013 by Shadowwolf6

[soupnazi]

Okay, then! This looks ready for approval. Have fun roleplaying!

[Skellybones]

((That was... fast O.o))

 

The horse whinnied, rising onto its hind legs. It fell back down, hooves pounding the ground furiously. Its rider patted its collarbone, her black cloak snapping in the wind. The horse turned, away from the small village, and started cantering. After a while, it started rising into the air.

[Skellybones]

((Just nudging this...))

[SoiledLove]

((*skids in* Hola there!

Conquest may sound a little narcissistic...))

 

Fiddling with the longest strands of hair that reached to his shoulders, Conquest smiled to himself. There was no one around to marvel at his appearance or be influenced by his confident air, but it didn't matter. Even if there was no one here to appreciate his superior... everything, it didn't mean he couldn't appreciate it himself. His confidence and authority shone like a holy circle around him, but there was a touch of something darker that lingered near him. Stroking the mane of the pure white horse he was sitting upon, Conquest looked around, wondering if any of the other horsemen, or women as War insisted on adding, were around. Then he spurred his horse into a canter, treading on invisible steps that lead to heaven.

 

The higher he rode, the more superior and confident he felt and the more he could see. A small village sat in the near distance while several others were littered around near it. Conquest looked at the barren landscape directly below him. It didn't seem like much, but it'd be good foundations for a kingdom. Oh how he wished he could take over and reign over these lands for himself. But now was not the time. There were more urgent matters to deal with and much of the human race despised him for what he was. So much for leading and helping some of the greatest rulers in history, the Pax Romana and causing the downfall of many others so that greater ones could lead in their place.

 

Snow, which was what he had decided to name his beautiful horse for now, whined and jerked her head towards one of the villages further in the distance. Following her gaze, Conquest spotted a familiar shape cruising the skies. A rider on her skeletal horse. Death. Ah, so one of his fellow horsemen, women, whatever, was nearby. His smile morphed in what meaning it contained and widened as Conquest rode after the other rider, urging Snow on a little faster. Hopefully, Death would spot him and slow down enough for him to catch up. Or maybe she wouldn't. Oh well.

 

((This came out longer than I thought it would...))

Edited April 6, 2013 by SoiledLove

[Skellybones]

A cool smile spread over Death's face. She held her arm out, straight in the air. Her scythe appeared in the open hand, and she moved it through the air in appreciation. She turned her head slightly, watching Conquest on his white horse.

Maybe I should slow?

The voice that came was like many voice... put together. They spoke as one, inside her mind. Death let out an amused 'Humph' before tapping the skeletal horse's collarbone.

"His horse, or, as he fondly calls her, 'Snow' has muscles that hurt if she runs for too long." The smile was replaced with a grin. "You, my friend, do not. Let's see if he can catch us." The horse let out a shrieking neigh of pleasure, before pounding the air harder. The skeleton horse tore through the sky, with a streak of black following.

[SoiledLove]

Conquest's smile became a smirk as he saw Death speed ahead. He stroked Snow once more. "Do you think that Death's horse will fall apart from the pressure? Lets go find out, I'm sure you could beat any horse at a race." His voice was much more different than Death's. It flowed and felt powerful despite the softness of tone and sounded commanding yet attracting at the same time. Snow gave a determined whine and reared up before speeding ahead faster than before. Conquest leaned forwards like a jockey, but did not need to give any sign to Snow for her to go faster or lean forwards like he was doing, Snow already knew.

 

It was alright to have fun once in a while, right? A little race like this wouldn't hurt. Honestly, Conquest didnt care for the outcome or such a little clash, he had more important things to care about like if the next dictator would be a tyrant or not. Or if there was even going to be a next dictator. He also needed a way to get rid of some foolish rulers, but, then again, those 'foolish' rulers were only foolish in the eyes of other governments. They'd fall soon enough even if Conquest didnt do anything. Snow kept at the same pace as Death's horse, not closing in or widening the space between them. Not yet, anyways.

[Neutual Demon]

The streets were silent as the cloaked man passed through, the dust curling as it was disturbed underfoot. He kept his hood low over his eyes, thin fingers curled around the worn leather of the reigns to the half-starved horse that trailed behind him. The place was empty, save from the piles of decomposing garbage that littered the shadowed corners of the alleys and the rotting flesh of a dog or some other animal that slowly loomed out of the darkness as he passed. To a traveler, he would have been appalled by the scene before him, but to Famine, this was his life.

 

He peered out from under his cowl, a small frown pressed on his thin lips as he gazed about. Humans rarely prepared for hard times. They thought bountiful crops and peaceful times would last forever. One bad harvest, one battle of trampling feet- that's all it took for turn a prosperous civilization into a struggling disaster. They never learn, he mused quietly. Not until it was too late. Not until they found themselves staring at desolation wondering how they got there.

 

Letting out a soft sigh, Famine tugged the reigns, speeding up slightly as he passed out of the walls of buildings and out onto open road. He didn't mount his steed, rather continued to walk, his mind wandering elsewhere. He wondered where the other horsemen were at. Doing their jobs, most likely. He pressed his lips together in thought. That, or bugging each other. That's all they seemed to be good at. Troubling humans or bothering each other. Or, that's what it seemed to him, at the very least. Famine did his best to avoid the others without looking like he was doing it on purpose. Although he didn't display much emotion, he masked his annoyance behind quiet disapproval when he was caught up to by one of the others. The world was such a large place, but yet, someone always stumbled upon him

[Skellybones]

Its hooves pounded the air, making a noise strangely like hooves on stone. Death had always wondered why they made that noise. It made no sense, but it still happened. Galloping through the air should be silent- or so she'd always thought. It was a strange oddity that always puzzled the horseman.

She found her horse slowing, and sighed with slight annoyance. "You just want to annoy me, don't you?" She asked, her eyes closed as her hand ran through her hair. Her horse huffed.

I do not 'try' or 'want' to annoy you. Childish games are not what you should be doing at a time like this.

This was the thing with her horse. It had it in its head to monitor what she was doing. All of those past hosts had the same. But then, with a horse older then even she, you had to expect some sort of parental behavior. This horse just... came. Whether you wanted it or not. Death had observed that War had managed to get his to stay away, but this horse? Nah, Death always got hers. It was part of the job, she supposed.

This horse was slightly more important then the others- No offense meant to them. This horse was... the gatekeeper. It was the one who gathered the souls. There was more than one of it, strangely, but you only saw this one. She was told once that his voice was all of the souls he was collecting at the moment. That's why it was always different. Death was just here to round up the ones who had escaped, or do the important ones.

She sighed, and turned her horse, which was now standing still in the sky. Conquest was still speeding towards them. She stuck out her hand, Scythe and all, at just the right point to decapitate the horse if he didn't stop or swerve. But he wouldn't mind, these horses couldn't exactly be harmed.

[SoiledLove]

Snow slowed when she saw Death's horse slowing and Conquest giggled when he saw Death's attempt to decapitate Snow. Very amusing, actually, and he wondered if Snow could be decapitated. Probably not and he didn't want to risk it so he pulled Snow to a stop next to Death. The white mare shook her head with annoyance and flashed Death what seemed to be a horse's glare.

 

"My my... Such a warm welcome..." he said, voice dripping with sarcasm, his smirk unwavering. He always managed to vex people, but Death was different, she didn't show her annoyance so easily, War was much more fun to annoy. You got more of a reaction out of her/him/it. That said, where was War anyways? No matter, they always seemed to run into each other at some time now and then.

 

Conquest stood out a lot and the contrast between his and Death's clothing made him seem even more... flashy than usual. Death was wearing that boring and dull black cloak as always and conquest secretly wondered how she could deal with looking so dull. His clothes, on the other hand, consisted of flowing robes and many jewels, an outfit fit for a king. He was even wearing that small, gold crown of his today. "Don't you ever get bored of that dusty old robe, my dear friend?"

[Skellybones]

Death raised an eyebrow as her horse let out a quiet huff of annoyance at Snow's glare. "Don't you ever get blinded by your jeweled robes, Conquest? I wear what is fitting to my role, as do you." She gestured vaguely with a hand. "It is also what mortals think of me in." She grinned. "The figure in the black cloak. Always so much fun standing in the corner of your castles, while everyone fawns over the dying monarch, saying they'll be OK." She shook her head, almost sadly. "Such bad lies. Once I'm there, they have no chance." She patted her horse's ribs, appreciating what it did, but acknowledging it silently.

Death tilted her head, looking at her fellow horseman with interest. She opened her mouth to say something, but shut it as she thought better. Conquest wouldn't know where the other two were, and they had no chance of meeting War in the sky. That annoyed her slightly. His horse always fascinated her.

[SoiledLove]

"Why, I didn't expect such a compliment from you, dear Death. My robes are dazzling, aren't they? Hmm? And such dazzling robes do fit me so..." Conquest fiddled with his hair as he spoke. "Of course, one death leads to another great life... I wonder what kind of great ruler will rise this time? A dictator? A tyrant? no matter who, their days are numbered, aren't they?" He giggled a little. "What do they say now...? Ah yes. Death is only the beginning of a greater adventure, yet so many are so afraid of you. How can you live so without getting annoyed by the disrespect towards you? Humans do not respect Death as much as the others. You are the most necessary, yet people flee from you. They starts Wars, adore being able to rule and Conquer and almost ignore the danger signs that lead to Famine and sickness. However, they are fully aware of your existence and always trying to escape you..."

[Skellybones]

"Heh, your robes are slightly too dazzling." Death remarked, a smile playing on her face.

They are, aren't they?

She looked down at the horse and patted its skull fondly. She waited a few moments for Conquest to deliver his speech, before spinning her own retort. "How do you know if I don't get annoyed?" A teasing smile took place on her face. ((Heheheh, rhymes!)) "For all you know, I might be fuming." She paused for a moment, thinking carefully. "But then, I suppose everyone can tell when I'm... angry, annoyed or furious. People respect me, oh, they do, they just don't show it. They're always so busy running from me, that they don't expect him to be there instead." Her horse whinnied on cue. "After all, I only round up the ones which escape. Murders, suicides... All of those that die before their time. It makes sense, to be honest. But one thing that does annoy me, is the amount that there are to collect. After all, Wars and Famines don't help."

[SoiledLove]

Conquest gave his teasing giggle once more. "I guess so..." he muttered, tilting his head to the side and twirling his hair. He cast a gaze at the dull landscape around him. "I guess I'm your favorite, then, hmm, Death? Hee... Of course, that's only natural... I'm everyone's favorite, am I not?" That bare, boring landscape was driving him crazy. The small villages were, too. Why not set up a kingdom there and conquer all the nearby settlements? Why not do that now? Humans were so slow...

[Skellybones]

She tilted her head to one side. "I suppose you are, Conquest. The others are just so... obsessed with death..."

You're needed.

Death sighed, looking down at her horse with regret. She looked up again, at the other horseman. "Duty calls." She said, as her horse reared. "I'll see you around, Conquest. It was nice seeing you not chained to the ceiling." It started to run, away from Conquest and his horse, towards whatever grisly task Death had next. She didn't necessarily agree with her job, but it was better than being chained in some dark room, and she'd had plenty of time to dwell on that.

[Arctic]

How late it was, no one could say. Certainly around midnight if not already past it, pushing in to the wee hours of the morning. Whatever the time, there were only a few people out and about in the streets of Huntingdon. They came in two varieties; punks and soldiers. The punks emerged at sundown so that they could be shrouded in darkness, free to play their petty, thuggish games. The servicemen, though, emerged from the bars around this time to drag themselves home, drunk and blitzed with alcohol. Alconbury Air Force Base, after all, was nearby. It was one of the more prominent military bases in England, surrounded (with the exception of Huntingdon, of course) by nothing but small hamlets and negligible townships.

 

A man walked, however, who fit neither the bill of a thug nor a soldier, casually down the streets of the city. He was tall, so much so that the skinheads hanging out in the occasional alleyway would try to shy back away from him, despite feeling some primal urge to pick a fight. He paid them no mind, only stopping once to smile at a would-be thug who stepped out on to the sidewalk in front of him. The kid stood still for but a moment, then swept himself aside and allowed the giant to pass.

 

The man carried two things over his shoulders, each with a strap. One was what appeared to be a messenger's bag, which rested in the small of his back, and the other was a few long, black tubes tied together. The tubes were recognizable as carriers for camera equipment. Under the crook of his left arm, he carried a black felt hat. In his right hand, there was an apple that he twirled around and around, slowly and carefully.

 

He was walking away from Huntingdon, out in to the countryside, away from the RAF base. It wasn't long before he stepped on to the A14, walking along the edge of the road, heading southeast. The occasional car passed him as he walked, and he would often hold up a hand to try to flag them down for a ride. Nobody stopped. Who would, after all? Very little about the man appeared friendly, and the mere fact that he carried himself politely seemed to add to the sentiment that he was up to no good. Of course, he wasn't planning anything (at that particular moment), but nobody knew that but him.

 

He wasn't concerned with the other horsemen - prettyboy and the women - but he did hope that they were alright. He had no concern that they wouldn't be. They were each probably busy with their own little jobs (Death especially so), but he had nothing to do. Not now, anyway. There was enough war to satisfy him, but in the back of his mind he was debating with himself whether or not to interfere with some of the various rising tensions in the world.

 

He shrugged and bit in to the apple, chewing slowly as he walked.

Edited April 8, 2013 by Arctic

[Skellybones]

Death's horse let out a neigh. The funny thing about its neigh was that it sounded like a train. A seriously fast human train. Screachiing along its rails, before breaking at the station. Her horse did not brake. It simply... stopped.

The horse's neigh could be heard from miles around, the noise didn't bother Death. Her ears were with her mind- wandering. She thought of the prison. The chains that had suspended her, and sometimes him, in the center of the room. Two chains had kept her feet down, the manacles clamped around her ankles.

 

 

Death looked up at his captors, smiling madly. "You can't keep me here." He taunted, dirty blond hair falling over his eyes. The soldier looked up, his expression skeptic. He spoke with an american accent that made Death want to... do something... to the young cadet.

"Oh really?" He said, "And why would that be?"

Death's grin broadened. He looked like the Cheshire Cat, grinning from ear to ear, eyes wide with madness. "Because."

The soldier raised an eyebrow. "Because?" Death just smiled at him.

The poor man shook his head, putting down his burden and walking out. Death could hear the various locks clicking shut. It was funny how many locks and bolts they put on his door. Something told him they didn't want him to escape. He sighed contentedly, and lowered his head.

He returned to his dormant state, the spirit's mind wandering far. Sometimes it was as if he left the body entirely.

[Skellybones]

((*Nudge*))

[En'K'Haral]

((Ok now that I have a moment let's make a character. Warning there may be more comming later if I'm accepted. You have been notified.

 

Username: En'K'Haral

Name: Timmothy Pale

Age: 28

Gender: M

Appearance: Officer Timmothy

Personality: Timothy is a pretty simple guy with simple needs. He's happy to be working and earning a paycheck. However he is a man who believes firmly that the law is final although he isn't so passionate as to be on everyone's case all the time.

History: Tim aspired to be a police officer since highschool. He'd always been adament about following rules and excellent at sports and other physical activities. So naturally after highschool he applied to the force and with hard work was able to get into the procivial police department. Since then he worked diligently and also came to term with the fact that some crimes weren't worth writing up. There wasn't enough time in the day to deal with real problems in addition to every pirate downloader, and J-walker out there. He now is working as part of the investigation of Robert Smith.

With or against the horsemen: Against.

Trying to recapture them: Yes but isn't yet aware.

Other:

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Username: En'K'Haral

Name: Alexandria Williams

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Appearance: Detective Alex

Personality: Will Role play

History: Alex is a self-made Private eye. She is...alright. Certainly good enough to turn a small profit. Alex is still working hard to make a name for herself but with her compatition being the police force along with other more well known detectives work is always scarce for her. Recently she accepted a job from the family of the woman who was hospitalized after claiming to have seen horsemen even going as far as to say she saw Death. The family hopes that if conclusive evidance denoucing her claims is brought before her then maybe the woman will be able to recover.

With or against the horsemen: Agianst, for now.

Trying to recapture them: Not really, she's just collecting evidence to disprove their existance.

Other: Part of the reason Alex accepted the job was because of a love for mythology. Part of her is hoping that the horsemen are real, and part of her fears that possibility.

 

I am canadian I have no clue how application to the police force in England works or how jurisdictions are determined. So please bare with me on some points of my characters.))

[Skellybones]

((Ok now that I have a moment let's make a character. Warning there may be more comming later if I'm accepted. You have been notified.

 

Username: En'K'Haral

Name: Timmothy Pale

Age: 28

Gender: M

Appearance: Officer Timmothy

Personality: Timothy is a pretty simple guy with simple needs. He's happy to be working and earning a paycheck. However he is a man who believes firmly that the law is final although he isn't so passionate as to be on everyone's case all the time.

History: Tim aspired to be a police officer since highschool. He'd always been adament about following rules and excellent at sports and other physical activities. So naturally after highschool he applied to the force and with hard work was able to get into the procivial police department. Since then he worked diligently and also came to term with the fact that some crimes weren't worth writing up. There wasn't enough time in the day to deal with real problems in addition to every pirate downloader, and J-walker out there. He now is working as part of the investigation of Robert Smith.

With or against the horsemen: Against.

Trying to recapture them: Yes but isn't yet aware.

Other:

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Username: En'K'Haral

Name: Alexandria Williams

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Appearance: Detective Alex

Personality: Will Role play

History: Alex is a self-made Private eye. She is...alright. Certainly good enough to turn a small profit. Alex is still working hard to make a name for herself but with her compatition being the police force along with other more well known detectives work is always scarce for her. Recently she accepted a job from the family of the woman who was hospitalized after claiming to have seen horsemen even going as far as to say she saw Death. The family hopes that if conclusive evidance denoucing her claims is brought before her then maybe the woman will be able to recover.

With or against the horsemen: Agianst, for now.

Trying to recapture them: Not really, she's just collecting evidence to disprove their existance.

Other: Part of the reason Alex accepted the job was because of a love for mythology. Part of her is hoping that the horsemen are real, and part of her fears that possibility.

 

I am canadian I have no clue how application to the police force in England works or how jurisdictions are determined. So please bare with me on some points of my characters.))

((Denied, take a closer look at the rules, then I might accept >

Otherwise, these look like they'll be fun to play- I mean RP with <.< >.>))

[En'K'Haral]

(( Ugh, I can't believe I forgot that. x.x

Although I'm totally giving you a thumbs up for calling me on it.

Some people don't even reply which irritates the hell out of me.

Here we go Character submission+ [now featuring spelling corrections ]

Username: En'K'Haral

Name: Timothy Pale

Age: 28

Gender: M

Appearance: Officer Timothy

Personality: Timothy is a pretty simple guy with simple needs. He's happy to be working and earning a paycheck. However he is a man who believes firmly that the law is final although he isn't so passionate as to be on everyone's case all the time.

History: Tim aspired to be a police officer since high school. He'd always been adamant about following rules and excellent at sports and other physical activities. So naturally after high school he applied to the force and with hard work was able to get into the provincial police department. Since then he worked diligently and also came to term with the fact that some crimes weren't worth writing up. There wasn't enough time in the day to deal with real problems in addition to every pirate down-loader, and J-walker out there. He is now working as part of the investigation of Robert Smith.

With or against the horsemen: Against.

Trying to recapture them: Yes but isn't yet aware.

Other: Never without a fight

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Username: En'K'Haral

Name: Alexandria Williams

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Appearance: Detective Alex

Personality: Will Role play

History: Alex is a self-made Private eye. She is...alright. Certainly good enough to turn a small profit. Alex is still working hard to make a name for herself but with her competition being the police force along with other more well known detectives work is always scarce for her. Recently she accepted a job from the family of the woman who was hospitalized after claiming to have seen horsemen even going as far as to say she saw Death. The family hopes that if conclusive evidence denouncing her claims is brought before her then maybe the woman will be able to recover.

With or against the horsemen: Against, for now.

Trying to recapture them: Not really, she's just collecting evidence to disprove their existence.

Other: Part of the reason Alex accepted the job was because of a love for mythology. Part of her is hoping that the horsemen are real, and part of her fears that possibility.

Never without a Fight))

[Skellybones]

(( Ugh, I can't believe I forgot that. x.x

Although I'm totally giving you a thumbs up for calling me on it.

Some people don't even reply which irritates the hell out of me.

Here we go Character submission+ [now featuring spelling corrections ]

Username: En'K'Haral

Name: Timothy Pale

Age: 28

Gender: M

Appearance: Officer Timothy

Personality: Timothy is a pretty simple guy with simple needs. He's happy to be working and earning a paycheck. However he is a man who believes firmly that the law is final although he isn't so passionate as to be on everyone's case all the time.

History: Tim aspired to be a police officer since high school. He'd always been adamant about following rules and excellent at sports and other physical activities. So naturally after high school he applied to the force and with hard work was able to get into the provincial police department. Since then he worked diligently and also came to term with the fact that some crimes weren't worth writing up. There wasn't enough time in the day to deal with real problems in addition to every pirate down-loader, and J-walker out there. He is now working as part of the investigation of Robert Smith.

With or against the horsemen: Against.

Trying to recapture them: Yes but isn't yet aware.

Other: Never without a fight

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Username: En'K'Haral

Name: Alexandria Williams

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Appearance: Detective Alex

Personality: Will Role play

History: Alex is a self-made Private eye. She is...alright. Certainly good enough to turn a small profit. Alex is still working hard to make a name for herself but with her competition being the police force along with other more well known detectives work is always scarce for her. Recently she accepted a job from the family of the woman who was hospitalized after claiming to have seen horsemen even going as far as to say she saw Death. The family hopes that if conclusive evidence denouncing her claims is brought before her then maybe the woman will be able to recover.

With or against the horsemen: Against, for now.

Trying to recapture them: Not really, she's just collecting evidence to disprove their existence.

Other: Part of the reason Alex accepted the job was because of a love for mythology. Part of her is hoping that the horsemen are real, and part of her fears that possibility.

Never without a Fight))

((Both accepted >))

[Shyrus]

(Hey can i join in too please?)

 

Username: Shyrus

Name: Cora

Age: 18

Gender: Girl

Appearance: (Sorry i couldn't find a picture.) She is an albino. White hair, red eyes, and pale.

Personality: Rp'd.

History: rp'd

With or against the horsemen: With

Trying to recapture them: No

Other:nothing.

[En'K'Haral]

Tim was in the station with his head pressed hard against his desk. Surrounding that head were pictures and a few papers. "Ugggghhhh....why heck me?" He groaned with his face still planted firmly in the desktop. "Woman gets the snot kicked out of her, man kicking the snot out of her dies. No weapon is found, bloodspatter indicates that it was impossible for the woman to kill him with...anything. She claims horsemen killed the man and hoofprints are found leading to and ending at the scene and then poof, everything stops. No more foot prints or prints of any kind. Just dead and gone." He complained to no one in particular. A fellow officer showed up bearing coffee and in Tim's case tea. "Still working on the Smith case?" The man asked placing a paper cup on Tim's desk. "Hardly call it a case, more like a mystery. I mean this indicates that if there was indeed a horse it just up and disappeared. I've seen magic acts rabbit out of a hat, vanish person in a booth. That stuff takes time to set up and tear down and always leaves...something: a hairline where a trap door would be, a hole where a pully was spiked in but there's nothing at all. The prints just stop like it just lept into the air and never landed again. Do we have to go ahead to interview the woman again. There must be something she's seen." Tim finally asked as he gathered up the pictures and papers and put them back in a file. The officer simply shook his head. "Not that I've heard." Tim sighed collecting the paper cup and taking a sip from the hot drink. "I'm going on lunch I need to clear my head." With that Tim got up and punched out at the clock. "I'll be back in thirty." He said grabbing his coat and stepping out onto the street. He began to walk to his prefered location for lunch, a small deli that was near the station.

 

 

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Alex had written down the location of Robert Smith's murder on a scrap of paper and was looking up at the street signs as she walked. She had accepted a job from the family of the woman involved with the crime. They wanted her to find proof that there was no horseman there by providing evidence for the woman to see. The problem was that the scene of the crime was plastered all over the news and one thing that was conclusive was that there was indeed a horse there. Sadly, even though Alex mentioned this to the family they insisted that she take a closer look. "I just know they're going to want a total refund when I get back with the exact same information I left with, still it's business so whatever." She muttered to herself arriving at the tapped off scene. She slipped under the crime scene tape and began poking around hoping to find...anything else. More proof that the woman was right or maybe something to show that she had been fooled. The latter was her preference since it meant her customers would be satisfied, but, her heart started to sink when the former began to present itself as more realistic.