cloneontheloose

[cloneontheloose]

hi, take this with you

[I CANT ANSWER THIS IC WITHOUT CACKLING SO HARD GET IT AWAY FROM MEEEEEEEEEEE]

[cloneontheloose]

[ A little child runs up to the clone, holding a medical kit in his hand. He's not c00lkidd, but he is a huge fan of him and 007n7. He didn't know he was talking to a clolne. He's offering the medical kit as a gift and asking for a 'friend request.' ]

{ "GASP. 007n7! I've been wanting to meet you for a long, long time! Can we be friends?" }

Oh- a kid? Where did this kid come from-

Owh looks around, then points to himself when the kid runs up to him, shouting his name.

"Uh- hi! You know me?"

Ohhh please don't say this kid was a fan of the old exploits...

[cloneontheloose]

leeches have 32 brains

cockroaches are way too resilient for their own good

butterflies sometimes eat rotting matter and blood

spiders are cannibals and eat each other even their young sometimes eat their own mothers

ants can get possessed by parasitic mushrooms that make them zombies

NONE OF US ARE SAFE THE WORLD IS ABOMINABLE

"...Those are terrifying facts. Uh. Thank you."

[cloneontheloose]

"You must be mistaken..."

Info:

This is a Forsaken oc ask / rp blog! Both asks and rp requests are welcome! Please give me asks im begging-

This blog centers around Roulette, a shapeshifter who can be anyone but themself. But often chooses the form of Chance.

They use the pronouns of the person they are currently transformed into! But they/them is always a safe bet if you're not sure. They wouldn't correct you if you got it "wrong" anyways.

Other characters, oc or not, may show up in the future!

This blog runs in tandom with @cloneontheloose! They've got a sentient 007n7 clone who is also trying to find his own identity hehe, check them out!!!!

Rules:

Just the general things, really! Don't be a jerk to me (the mod of the blog) but feel free to send in mean asks to Rou lol! I love angst.

Suggestive or flirtatious asks are completely fine, but please nothing nsfw. I might not be a minor but I'm still uncomfortable with that.

On that note, feel free to ship Rou with anyone (canon or oc) as long as the other person is comfortable with it! Rou is practically made to be shipped hehe.

My motivation is finicky sometimes so please be patient! If I haven't gotten to you I probably forgot or am too tired to respond atm, nothing against you! Feel free to give me a poke if you're worried about it!

Common tags I use:

#spin the wheel! (ask)

#draw a card! (art)

#that odd familiar feeling... (rp)

Masterpost

[cloneontheloose]

"The-"

He nods.

"Yes. It- it is. Something to watch out for. My existence may just be seen as a threat by certain... people. If I'm not careful. That is."

Another pause.

"I might end up hurting someone if I'm not careful."

Those words are quiet, careful. Almost as if he's trying not to admit it to himself, almost as if he doesn't put it past himself to hurt someone. It was quite sad.

"I only know the general location of where my friend should be- the exact one was erased from my code. I don't know how. Sorry."

He never knew he could physically get tired- but here he was, exhausted.

Owh leaned heavily against a tree, his sword hanging off of his waist, breathing fake breaths in and out. He'd been running too much. Stamina- fuck, yeah, that's what that was. Whatever seemed to be affecting everyone's stamina had extended its graces to him, too.

Finally.

Owh shook his head, recovering surprisingly quickly and starting his Pathfinding up again. He closed his eyes as he walked, making his way to Apollo's cabin-

He walked into something full force, sending him stumbling back. A tree, probably... but he'd usually just get stopped where he was, right? It's almost. As if. The tree was moving...

"Fu-"

Owh opened his eyes- only to be greeted with the tallest person he ever saw.

"...Ah."

[hi hi hello it's me @cloneontheloose haha hehe haha explodes]

Always rushing around, these break times were always unknown. Maybe it would be five minutes, maybe fifteen. Maybe the next round would skip her entirely and she'd be free to do what she wanted in the empty area. All that uncertainty meant she moves like a bat out of hell whenever there's a task in mind. Predictably, this causes her a great deal of issues. Not watching where they were going, of course they'd run into someone. Or was this the other person's fault? Actually, who cares. Stumbling slightly to not continue running him down, they don't look particularly remorseful. "Shit, sorry... Seven? Little busy. You good?" Normally they'd never check up on someone else, not here, but this could've been their fault.

[cloneontheloose]

attacka you with a brick

It's pure instinct when Owh's hand goes immediately to the hilt of his sword.

It slides free of the scabbard with a sharp, metallic shing, the blade making contact with the air and sending out a harsh gust of wind, knocking the brick back.

"...Maybe don't."

how the fuck did he do that.

[cloneontheloose]

:)

✦ [ FORSAKEN ROLEPLAY BLOG INTRO ]

" Where are we? "

" No clue. "

★ [ RULES ]

-> " Be flirty, sure. Don't care. "

-> " Suppose a little bit of decency would be nice! Be a little kind, won't ya? "

-> " We have boundaries, don't be weird. " (Block)

-> " ...Where's Traps? "

-> " No clue, Nate. "

MORE INFO UNDER CUT

This blog has TWO CHARACTERS, but you can absolutely request to only interact with one / send asks to one!

Ships are allowed!

DESIGNS!

Ellernate is a healer/support, Caleb is a survivalist.

(Extra info: Caleb is a sentient robot!)

[cloneontheloose]

everything is better when it's alá mode!

introduction post

rules ! ! !

no nsfw,, flirting/joke flirting is ok ^_^.

no hate speech ! you will be blocked aua

don't be a dick ooc? idm 'bout ic whatsoever llmao

don't play my character for me puhhlease

don't resend asks !

m!as are allowed !

basic stuff ,

barracuda has no set age ?

he goes by any pronouns !

forsakened from gasa4 -- she died when the game started falling apart awa

every other day they have a new accent! idiot

she's a tad shorter than the average robloxian ,

mix of a sentinel and trapper– he uses a shovel !

mod stuff !

we go by battery, liam, or whatever name seems fit ! will tag an ooc post with mod post: ___

bodily a minor

expect rreally inconsistent responses , i forget bout blogs

aaua dms are always open if you wanna talk-- i will NOT be ic, though lmoa

tags

; heads up! -- asks

; you again!! -- recurring anons/blogs

; thats not me!! -- mod tag

; again and again -- rbs

current m!a ; no m!a

m!a duration ; no m!a

taken anons:

none!

[cloneontheloose]

slowly hands you a bloxy cola

runs away like hell on fire

"What."

The clone blinks at it, then in the direction you ran. This was awkward. And unexpected. Okay...

[cloneontheloose]

brain bein weird

currently pausing most things until I figure out what the fuck is going on

expect slower updates on everything, sorry :(

[cloneontheloose]

OOC : did the ask not send :’)

[AUGH I don't think so :(]

[cloneontheloose]

can we role-play??? My OC, g00ber admires c00lkidd and 007n7, and will mistake the clone for 007n7, who he really admires!!! Of course, it's your choice so if you don't want to, just ignore this! Thank you!

@itz-g00ber

[I have no idea if you wanted this to be a starter but ofc!!! :D replies may take a while though but!! other than that!!! we chillin :)]

[cloneontheloose]

*An Anon suddenly tosses a glittery pink envelope at Owh, before running away…*

It reads, in obnoxious gold writing: “Applications for Team Pr3ttypriincess are open! JOIN TODAY”

…No context, and some numbers and letters under text saying “Universe Code”???

-Pr3ttypriincess (@truubluudude - don’t mind me just trying to steal your followers- if your okey with it 🥺👉👈)

(if not that’s fair lol)

"Eh-"

Owh is suddenly dusted in a light sheen of glitter, the particles detaching from the envelope and floating in the air.

He holds it up and reads the text with some difficulty, his face twisting into... what even was that? Disgust? Confusion? It's hard to tell, with his general lack of expression.

[cloneontheloose]

Dumps a bucket of bananas onto you

🍌

"Wh"

[cloneontheloose]

:)

What’s one more key?

General information

Forsaken crossover OC! Doll is from another Roblox game called Dwelling of Locks. Dwelling of Locks is a simple, plain game that has a flat gameplay loop. Unlock doors to get farther to unlock more doors.

Doll is jumpy, and keeps to herself but is also extremely loud. She is keen on being the centre of attention, and uses it to keep killer’s attentions.

Open to interactions from anyone! Come say hi! I’ll probably reach out just as much! Canon, OC, crossover, you name it!

M!As welcome!

Dwelling of Locks is a simple game with no real lore to it, but you best believe Doll has a lot of it! She’s got a killer tied to her and she might even talk about them!

General rules

Nothing nsfw! Flirting is fine, but keep things more friendly-leaning.

Don’t vent in the inbox. It will be deleted without hesitation.

I write my muse! Not you! Do not describe my actions for me!

Please feel free to tag me in things! Starters, art, you name it. I’ll happily do the same too!

Divider by @creativeinnovations ! Not for personal use!

Tagging system

Distant voices | Anon

A perfect fit | Ask

A new hunt | thread start

It’s one of these… | rp

Free of the hunt | thread end

Rainbow claws and jingling nothings | Pointed Lore

Jingling keys | General lore

Do not look for me I am not there | ooc

Survivor/Killer specific tags

Anon Tags

Items received

Expanded information

So you’ve scrolled through! Here’s some fun bonus information for you!

She/they pronouns. One(1) person has permission to use it/its for Doll. It’s an immense show of trust for her to share this fact with someone.

Doll cannot keep quiet. She needs some sort of noise always, be it keys jingling, music, or talking, she cannot stand silence.

She isn’t subtle in her actions or intentions. Thanks to the person Doll has spent most of their time around, she is prone to being flat and saying the things one might typically intend to be shown in actions. Will unironically say “frowning at you” and similar.

They’ve got a full kit of moves! Designed by a friend, Doll is a fully functional, theoretically playable survivor!

Doll always keeps at least 5 keys on their person at all times, leading them to being very jingly when moving!

Meet Doll!

Doll is;

Louder than other survivors, the opposite of Dusekkar!

Able to temporarily “lock” a doorway to a killer, provided such a thing exists on a map

Able to move some abilities from other survivors; like Elliot’s pizza!

Want more in depth info? I’ll be updating this with a link to their toyhouse page when it’s done! And you can always ask them!

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There's another moment of silence as he thinks, carefully wording the best response in his head. There's a faint dial up sound, comedic if not for the moment.

"Uhm. I'm... not necessarily uh."

He's stuttering over his words. C'mon, he used to be so good- where did his speech skills go?

"I really wouldn't know how to explain it without... seeming like something that's not... alive."

What a concerning statement, hm?

"I'm not supposed to exist, that's pretty much all I... know."

There's something he's not saying, but it's almost obvious in the way he walks. Talks. A tinge in his monotone voice. He's stiff, artificial. Almost too fake in the way he moves, but he's also... natural. It's uncanny, really, once you look closer.

He never knew he could physically get tired- but here he was, exhausted.

Owh leaned heavily against a tree, his sword hanging off of his waist, breathing fake breaths in and out. He'd been running too much. Stamina- fuck, yeah, that's what that was. Whatever seemed to be affecting everyone's stamina had extended its graces to him, too.

Finally.

Owh shook his head, recovering surprisingly quickly and starting his Pathfinding up again. He closed his eyes as he walked, making his way to Apollo's cabin-

He walked into something full force, sending him stumbling back. A tree, probably... but he'd usually just get stopped where he was, right? It's almost. As if. The tree was moving...

"Fu-"

Owh opened his eyes- only to be greeted with the tallest person he ever saw.

"...Ah."

[hi hi hello it's me @cloneontheloose haha hehe haha explodes]

Always rushing around, these break times were always unknown. Maybe it would be five minutes, maybe fifteen. Maybe the next round would skip her entirely and she'd be free to do what she wanted in the empty area. All that uncertainty meant she moves like a bat out of hell whenever there's a task in mind. Predictably, this causes her a great deal of issues. Not watching where they were going, of course they'd run into someone. Or was this the other person's fault? Actually, who cares. Stumbling slightly to not continue running him down, they don't look particularly remorseful. "Shit, sorry... Seven? Little busy. You good?" Normally they'd never check up on someone else, not here, but this could've been their fault.

[cloneontheloose]

Oh yeah! Rou definitely wanted to eat your hat at some point.

"...huh?"